I work at a bar in a studio lot in LA, I started working there because I thought I might have a shot at landing a job as a sound engineer. You know, drop my card here offer some sound samples there but my atrocious communication skills left me where I started. I wasn’t so bad like I would get fired because I didn’t make the guests feel comfortable, that part I perfected; the good smiles, replying to flirty comments only when the clients feel like it. After all Hollywood is a game of pretend, and I didn’t mind playing.
At our bar there was a particular client that seemed to have her eyes on me. I would serve her drinks and she will keep following me with her eyes as I do my job. She was a black lady who seemed familiar. I don’t remember where I saw her before, but then again, this is Hollywood it is not weird that I recognize her face. I never look her in the eyes except when I serve her order, I leave closing the tab to my friend Jermy. He is good with coaxing the more generous clients to increase the tip. But one night after she was done drinking with coworkers, she called at me, ignoring Jermy who was in front of her.
“Hey, white kid with glasses, I need you to close my tab” it felt like a naked wire electrocuted me. I usually don’t wear my glasses while working, our manager prohibits it. How did she know I’m used to wearing glasses? I glanced around to see if she was talking to someone else, but she motioned with her finger to me.
I walked over to her table, smiling at her as I should. And suddenly I remembered her. She was an actress whom I am going to refer to as Miss G. I saw her in a couple of movies, she played a DEA officer in her latest movie.
I must have been silent for a while because her laugh snapped me back to the situation.
“Are you not going to take the card?”
“So sorry miss G, I’m a big fan”
She smiled and looked at my name tag “Ok, um Ryan, take this and I will be outside. Ok?”
“At your service miss G, I will be right back”
I paid with the card and when I turned back, she was already gone. I looked outside through the glass and she wasn’t there. I took a step outside, looking all around me and didn’t see her. Maybe she got drunk and forgot. Before I went back into the bar, I heard someone calling at me. “You looking for me?”
She was standing at the side of a building, it was almost too dark for me to see her without my glasses, so I took out my glasses and once I wore them, I could see miss G in her pretty green dress looking almost bored.
“My bad, here” I handed out her card “thanks for visiting us” I walked towards her and gave her the card.
She didn’t take the card from me, instead she ran a finger across my jawline and pressed her lips against mine.
I was surprised and didn’t know what to do, she isn’t backing away. She is moving her mouth on mine with more force. I never had to deal with drunk women before.
She has her arms around my neck, her fingers running through my hair. My brain can’t come up with an appropriate reaction. If I push her off me, I will be fired the next day. And I can’t back away nicely from her without risking her anger. Her hips are touching me and her hands are locked around me.
so, I went with it and opened my mouth, letting her kiss me however she wanted. The kiss grew hotter, my tongue started moving with hers, swirling the remnants of alcohol back and forth between us. I moved my hands around her head to hold her firmly, but she pushed them away.
I didn’t mind, maybe she didn’t like anyone touching her hair. So, I reached around her dress and put my hands around her naked back. Her dark skin was so soft when I touched her. But she seemed aggravated and pushed me forcefully away. I thought that she regained her senses and this is my cue to apologize for that mistake and go. But she wasn’t done.
“Ugh, men!” She said while not distancing herself from me “hands behind your back!”
“I apologize, miss G. I have to go”
“That wasn’t a request. And I don’t Like repeating myself” I had no other options, but at least we are in the open and the chances of us being seen and her leaving were very high, so I counted on that and put my hands behind my back.
She pressed her frame against me, pushing me to the wall as she pulled unbuckled my belt and pulled it away, tying my hands from behind with it. She rolled me to face her again “don’t fucking move!” and she started kissing me. This time her kiss was not restrained, not waiting for the consent of the man she is with, she moaned into my mouth, bit my lips and breathed alcohol to my nostrils.
Her hands touched me everywhere, she unbuttoned my shirt and kept sliding her hand up and down my chest. Her other hand kept massaging my crotch, it felt good that a woman wanted me this bad, then after a while her gentle rhythm disappeared. She wasn’t touching my crotch gently. She was pushing and pulling on it. I felt helpless, I felt controlled, and it turned me on so much.
She pulled away, smiling at my engorged crotch. “On your knees twinkie”
Why does she treat me like this? twinkie? Is it because I’m white? Or is it because she saw me as a weak submissive? I’m anything but that! I’m only doing what she tells me because I can do nothing else. I was never a submissive guy in any of my relationships. But somehow it felt right to follow her orders.
I dropped slowly to my knees, looking at her face for the last time before she lifted her thigh and put it on my shoulder. I didn’t wait for her instructions and kissed her thigh gently; I wish my hands were free so I can appreciate her toned leg. She sighed appreciatively so I continued. Every time I go towards her pussy, she lets out an “mhmm”
When I thrust my tongue inside her, her body tensed but I could feel she wasn’t comfortable, I was a bit taller than her so my body lifted her leg at an awkward angle, and I needed her leg to relax on my body so I can please her appropriately.
I hunched my back to decrease my height and moved my neck forward so she can rest as much of her body on my shoulder. Her leg slid further down my back and as I kissed her clit, she let out a loud moan and grabbed my head and pushed against it, using my face to grind her perfect body on. The more she moved her hips the more I could taste her and I could tell she was close, so I moved with her rhythm kissing and licking her pussy until I felt her body press all its weight on me, her leg shivering and her pussy gushed some of her sweet juices on my face.
After she was satisfied, she pulled my head from between her legs and looked at my face. She stayed silent with my hair in her hand, leg on my shoulder and looking down on me. I felt as if she wanted to say “look at you white man, obeying every order your black mistress says to you” but she was still silent, proud of her dominance over my hunched body while her leg moved up and down my back. I wanted to kiss her leg but couldn’t dare break eye contact with her, I couldn’t afford to annoy her moments after her orgasm. So, I moved rubbed my cheek slowly to feel her smooth skin. I was really fucking horny and I really needed to cum.
Then she took out her phone and smiled while taking a picture. She took a picture showing me on my knees, her bare leg on my shoulder and my cheek on her thigh, I felt embarrassed enough to be in this position while she took it, but she opened the flash light and took another one.
-“The glisten on your flushed face looks really hot” she said as she crouched beside me.
-“Please don’t p…”
-“Don’t what?”
-“Nothing”
“Good boy, you did well and I’m feeling generous tonight. How about we see the poor thing that’s straining in your shorts” I closed my eyes as her hands took out my cock and started stroking it.
My dick was hard for a while and it was screaming for attention and when she started moving her hands up and down, I couldn’t help but moan.
“Do my hands feel this good?
Look at you.
Are they too much for you?
How about just my fingertips, they should be enough for a cute twink like you”
Here is that word again, but now it didn’t make me angry, the way she whispered it in my ear gave me goosebumps, I wanted her to talk more.
Only her fingertips were moving on my erection in a slow burning motion. Then she whispered “moan for me little bitch” I looked at her helplessly, she smiled and her fingers moved faster, a few moans escaped my lips made her chuckle.
“Where should I let you cum? Where should I let you release this worthless stuff inside your balls?
Why don’t you tell me? Do you want to cum in my mouth? My face?
Or… Mmm
Or on the floor?”
I thought which answer she wanted to hear. There is no way she would let me near that beautiful face and ruin her perfect black skin. Then I thought about the floor, it was the safest option and probably what she wanted to hear. The thought of her making me cum on the floor was humiliating, but it sounded so hot.
“Floor?” I said breathlessly. I wasn’t sure if I was answering or was I just amazed at her ridiculous suggestion.
“I knew you are not the type of guy who will make a girl take it on her face let alone swallow
You are that much of a pussy huh?”
The first half was right, I never asked a girl if I can do that. Her words are playing tricks in my mind and said “please” involuntarily.
“I’ve never seen a boy beg to cum on the floor! or were you just waiting for a woman to use you?”
“Please” I couldn’t stop saying it. She kissed my earlobe and covered it with her saliva and kept licking it
“Yes, twinkie cum on the floor, cum on the floor where it belongs” and she pointed my cock towards the floor as she rubbed her fingertips faster till I came.
I watched as a stream upon stream were shot on the floor and her hand jerking me off while smiling.
“Thank you” I was truly thankful for the relief she had given me; it was the weirdest orgasm I’ve ever had, but it was the hottest one yet.
“What can I say? I have a soft spot for boys like you
But there is one thing
You disobeyed me at first
And I don’t like repeating my words
So, I will leave you like this to learn your lesson”
“Please, no one should see me like this”
“What did I tell you?”
“You don’t like repeating yourself”
“Good boy, you did good, I might want to play with you again”
“Can you please help me with just one thing” and I pointed towards my cock that was still out of my shorts, but she just ignored me and went on her way.
I felt proud when she praised me, I’ve never been with a woman like her and a part of me wished she would want me again but I couldn’t count on that. As an actress she probably has countless men lining up to please her.
After the pleasure went away, I felt conscious about my state of undress, I wiggled until my penis tucked itself in my shorts and with my hands tied behind my back, I could get the phone out of my pocket and let it fall to the ground, then I summoned google assistant through voice command and told her to call Jermy so he can help me. I knew he would ask questions or laugh at me but I just needed to get out of here before I could be seen.
end of part 1
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/yk1dhi/my_black_celebrity_mistress_femdom_interracial