Art Deco Pt. 03

Jessica lowered herself slightly and put her hands on either huge cheek, splaying herself so that he could now take in the full glory of what he was about to endure; the scent of the woman was both overpowering and intoxicating- he could see her delectable glistening pussy above him and though her anus was not clear in the darkness of her folds he could smell the rich and musty aroma and he longed for her descent.

"You have a good sniff now, white-boy. I have seen you cry like a baby, and now you will be taken to the very edge of darkness; you will know your place when I am finished with you!" She then began to descend and released her cheeks; he was instantly enveloped in the warm and succulent folds of the dark and sweaty prison. He panted in panic as the glistening mound contacted his lips and his nose was squashed exquisitely close to her tangy rear hole; the panting ensuring he took in the full scent and flavours of his captor.

He felt Margot tense to stop any movement from his legs, and a hand slapped his erect and yearning cock playfully. Now she glided back and forth across his face; his jaw hurt and his head was pressed back into the bed under the immense pressure but he managed to protrude his tongue enough to take in the sweet taste of her sex as the enormous slit engulfed the lower half of his face, as she moved forward his nose popped in and out of the huge dimple that led to her rear passage; the strong and almost acrid musty aroma being enjoyed by him to the full extent.

As she pressed and slid he fought for breath and spluttered; he was drowning in her nectar. He felt his balls being gently squeezed. There was absolutely nothing he could do- he could not even make the women aware of his limitations to the torture. They knew this of course and thoroughly enjoyed it. He felt himself going light-headed, and was about to lapse into a further darkness, when light and air were suddenly allowed him.

He gasped with relief as he filled his lungs, and surveyed the heavenly sight above him; juices dripped from the excited woman, who was not going to allow him a second longer than he needed- he noted the beads of sweat dribbling down her cheeks; she was hot in more ways than one. The torment was repeated again and again as she slowly moved toward her goal. His cock and balls were repeatedly slapped, pinched and squeezed to ensure he knew just why he was there and who was in charge.

Jessica began to hum as she neared that desired heaven. She had a white boy beneath her and was really enjoying her day.

He had now grown accustomed to the pain and the pressure and felt that deeply erotic sense of pleasure once more, as he realised the urgency in the movement of Jessica; he sucked and licked with all the movement he could muster as he suffered this, the sixth submergence into her folds. Jessica moaned and shuddered; he thought his head would be crushed, or at least his nose broken as the huge dominant African beauty reached the zenith of her desire.

She rubbed and rubbed; her clitoris firmly planted on his lower lip and chin, he gulped as her juices flowed and fought once again for breath as she moaned long and hard in her enjoyment of him.

She sighed as she moved forward on all fours;

"Good boy, good boy!... phew!" She gasped, the exertions having made the sweat drip from her vast body. He could sense the genuine pleasure in her tone. Margot came round and took some pictures of him, exhausted beneath that huge and glorious arse, she then obligingly wiped his face clean with a pair of panties. He felt a hand grab the base of his cock then felt warm breath on his glans before it was enveloped by a pair of warm voluptuous lips, then a cursory sweep of a lush warm tongue around the head, then the lips pressed together and retreated up the length of his cock, up and over the head. He thought his balls would explode.

"I do love the taste of white boys pre-cum" she sniggered. He would have done anything to come at that point.

"I think you've earned this" said Jessica giggling as she shuffled back slightly. She parted her cheeks to ensure her asshole was above his mouth and descended.

Margot smiled down at him and ensured his nose was comfortably clear in the crease of that delectable rear; he was to be allowed to breath freely now and he tongued the tasty, warm and musty arsehole lovingly. He could just see up her back now, and marvelled at the ebony globes that he was now enjoying. The beads of sweat ran down her back and cheeks on to his; emulating the tears he had shown the two dominant women earlier. He had done his duty and now he was to be rewarded. Jessica spat on her hand and then worked his cock. Margot looked victoriously down at him and swished the cane she had broken him with earlier.

"Come for your mistress white boy; I want to see this tiny cock squirt for all it is worth" said Jessica as she stroked his rigidity whilst enjoying the warmth of his tongue as he probed and licked, viewed that tremendous ass, and Margot dominant with cane; he would come very swiftly indeed. Margot looked down at his face peeping out from under;

"And do not forget the caning you have earned; sometime next week I think. Jessica will attend and I may have some other friends to introduce you to. You may come now!" she commanded.

He felt the waves of ecstasy once more and duly squirted for all he was worth as he probed the delicious arsehole as the beads of sweat stung his eyes, Margot swishing the cane he was promised. He bucked as much as he could as Jessica teased the last spurts from his cock.

He was in yet another heaven. The women laughed at him as his balls gave up a worthy account of his submission.

When Dolores returned next day she found the two in her bedroom again, awaiting her return. Margot was sat on the bed wearing her white uniform and white sneakers; ready to resume normal duties. He was naked except for collar and leash, his wrists tied behind his back and his ankles bound also. He was gagged with a pair of her black silk panties and he lay facing a black towel which displayed evidence of his having been pleasured and milked relentlessly by the sublime and athletic black goddess. She knew it would be a week before she had him to herself and had ensured she had teased and tormented her monies worth from him.

Dolores looked down at him with indifference as Margot neatly folded the semen splattered towel, taking care to squeeze and wipe his cock with a clean bit, making him squirm. Dolores was used the practised dominance of Margot and this was the norm for her.

"I take it has performed his duties well for you while I have been away?" Dolores looked adoringly down at the face looking up at her panties bulging in his mouth.

"Oh yes Madam. He has asked if can spend some more time with me next Thursday, if that is OK?"

"That will be just fine" she said, as she sat down and started to untie his bonds.

"Thank you madam"; she looked at him as Dolores pulled the black panties free and handed them to her. She held them out in front of her and stood there in all her haughty dominance as his wrists were unbound.

"Come here and kiss my feet" Dolores smiled in admiration at her housekeeper as she showed the very essence of the complete domination of a male. He duly bowed down and kissed the white sneakers. Even this was enjoyable to him now. She thrust the silken panties at him.

"You keep these- I would hate you to forget me ever again!" he knelt there panties in hand, naked, as the beautiful vixen left without another word. Dolores laughed and clapped;

"come now you poor thing, I want my author back for a while, let's get you dressed and back down to the office; remember I said I had a surprise for you?"

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Once again they drove down through that dreamy Art Deco world of Miami Beach; Dolores just kept smiling. He was in several versions of heaven all at once; he could still not quite believe it. Just the sunshine itself was exhilarating. They passed through the pastel and white world and approached Ariadne. There awaiting them were Judy, Carole, Holly, Agnes, Celeste... and many other women who were now familiar to him. Some of them held bottles of champagne.

As they left the car he was covered with coloured streamers and after hearing the pop of a bottle was handed a glass of champagne; he spilt most of this as Carole planted a warm and wet kiss squarely onto his lips, then nibbled his ear playfully. He was led into the building by the throng, and was greeted by huge display boards and a desk piled high with copies of a shiny new book; 'Tales of supreme and dark surrender' by... it was his name.

"We have all worked very hard to get this done by today – they are all waiting to come in and have you sign their first editions" said Dolores as she motioned toward the entrance lobby; a large queue of people was assembling.

"Looks like our marketing efforts have been a success- you should see the quantity of e-book request our internet site has received. You are going to be famous in SM circles! Now take a seat and we will let them in." the women made sure he was comfortable and all came to him individually to plant kisses on him, careful to whisper promises of further encounters with them as they did so; their smell and touch ensuring that something between his legs was awake to the situation- he was now enjoying business and pleasure!

All manner of people flooded in; young, old, male, female. He was taken aback by the amount of middle-aged ladies who appeared and wanted little messages signed into the book; 'obediently yours' etc. He was as thrilled as the requestors to add these personal touches and his imagination, as well as his cock, expanded as his eyes met with some of the secretly dominant women, some of whom left their card with messages asking for contact; on a strictly business level of course.

One lady appeared and asked him to write; 'I hope you have remembered our appointment?' he looked up to see the wonderfully supreme woman from the 'Anne Desclos' suite. No he had not forgotten.

"Tomorrow I believe" he said obediently.

"Yes she said; we are going to have the most invigorating daytime pyjama party with the girls; you have no need to bring yours though! You will be ready for bed when I have finished with you; you will read and act out your stories with us. It is going to be such fun!" With that she took her book and he watched the full figured beauty strut away from him, and he imagined how he would pleasure her tomorrow.

At the end of the signing period they partied in one of the back rooms and toasted the success of the team as a whole; they could not, any of them, have achieved this without the others –though the females there were aware of their prize asset; a prize asset which they well and truly owned, and he was aware of this and was to enjoy it to the full.

Dolores drove him back to his apartment as the last of the warm evening sunshine disappeared. They went in for coffee and Dolores laughed as she noticed a pair of black silk panties pinned to his 'memo' board. Each of the women were equally important to him and he relished the company of each. Dolores though, was just a little bit special and he was very grateful to her for 'capturing' him. She would always get special attention and she knew it.

"You will feel much more comfortable with your clothes off" she said as she sipped her coffee and slid his laptop across the table to him with the spiked heel of her stiletto. She was pleased with his work today and wanted him to continue. She removed her skirt and panties, crossed her legs provocatively and said;

"You are not coming to bed until I have heard the clackety-clack of your imagination going into that computer; if your entry pleases me, I will let you please me elsewhere. I know you pleased Judy in a way in which she will pay you back for... you never know your luck."

He typed away... this dream was never ending.