She walked into the bar like she owned the place, but her eyes gave her away. Sarah was twenty-four, white, tight little body in a short black dress, and she was scanning for exactly what she needed. Marcus sat at the end of the bar, six-foot-four, dark skin, thick arms, and the kind of stare that said he didnt ask twice. When their eyes locked, she felt her stomach flip and her pussy clench.
He didnt smile. He just nodded once toward the empty stool next to him. She went.
Drink? he asked, voice low and rough.
Whatever youre having, she answered, already wet.
Two drinks later his hand was on her thigh, fingers digging in. You came here looking to get fucked hard by a black man, didnt you?
Sarah swallowed. Yes.
Say it right.
I came here to submit to a dominant black man, she whispered.
Marcus stood, dropped cash on the bar, and walked out. She followed without being told.
His apartment was on the top floor, clean, minimal. The second the door closed he grabbed her by the throat and pushed her against the wall.
Strip. Now.
She peeled the dress off, then bra and panties. He watched, arms crossed, bulge obvious in his jeans. When she was naked he stepped in, turned her around, and bent her over the arm of the couch.
Hands behind your back.
She obeyed. He zip-tied her wrists, not tight enough to hurt but tight enough that she couldnt move. Then his fingers slid between her legs.
Already dripping. Dirty little white girl.
He shoved two thick fingers inside her and fucked her with them hard and fast until she was panting and pushing back. When he pulled them out he wiped them across her mouth.
Taste yourself.
She licked his fingers clean.
Marcus unzipped. His cock was long, heavy, veined, and very dark. He slapped it against her ass a few times, then rubbed the head up and down her slit.
Beg for it.
Please fuck me, she said, voice shaking.
Louder.
Please fuck me with that big black cock. I need it. I need to submit.
He drove in with one hard thrust, bottoming out. Sarah cried out. He didnt give her time to adjust. He fucked her like he owned her, deep, rough strokes that made her tits bounce and the couch scrape across the floor. Every time she tried to move he smacked her ass hard.
Stay still and take it.
She came fast, clenching around him, moaning loud. Marcus didnt slow down. He kept pounding until she came again, then pulled out and flipped her onto her back on the couch. He cut the zip tie, yanked her legs over his shoulders, and sank back inside her.
Look at me while I fuck you.
She kept her eyes on his as he used her. Sweat ran down his chest. Her pussy made wet, filthy sounds every time he bottomed out. He reached down and rubbed her clit with his thumb in tight circles.
Come again. Now.
Her body obeyed. She shook and gasped, legs trembling. Marcus pulled out, stood, and pulled her to her knees.
Open.
She opened her mouth. He fed her his cock, fucking her throat until spit ran down her chin and onto her tits. When he was close he pulled back.
On the floor. Face down, ass up.
She dropped. He knelt behind her, spread her cheeks, and pressed the head of his cock against her asshole.
Beg for it in your ass.
Please fuck my ass, she said, voice hoarse. I want to feel you stretch me.
He pushed in slow at first, then deeper, until his hips were flush against her. Sarah moaned into the carpet. He started thrusting, one hand gripping her hair, the other slapping her ass red.
Tell me who owns this white pussy and ass tonight.
You do, she gasped. You own me.
Say my name.
Marcus owns me. Marcus owns this white girls holes.
He fucked her ass harder, grunting, until he pulled out and painted her back and ass with thick ropes of cum. He rubbed it into her skin with his cock, then flipped her over and shoved two fingers back into her pussy.
Youre not done. Come on my hand while you thank me.
She came again, sobbing with pleasure, thanking him over and over. When she finally stopped shaking he pulled her up and carried her to the shower. He washed her, then took her again under the hot water, this time slow and deep, making her come twice more before he filled her pussy.
Later, in his bed, she curled against his chest, wrists still faintly marked from the tie. Marcus stroked her hair.
Youre staying the night, he said. It wasnt a question.
Yes, Sir, she answered.
By morning she was on her knees again, sucking him awake, already knowing shed be back the next night, and the night after that. She had found exactly what she came looking for.
