Introducing: Black Master Olu Ch. 04

Becca had fallen asleep on her master's chest and had woken up less than two hours later surprised to not find him there. She looked in the living room and bathroom and he wasn't there either. Then she found the note he'd left her lying on the bed's headboard. It simply said he'd gone out to look into some things and that he would be back hopefully in a short while and for her to make herself comfortable till then. She felt a bit saddened and empty not finding him around, and it was more so because she'd woken up with a feel of horniness creeping up on her. Searching inside her bag, casting clothes aside, she took out her sliver-coated vibrating dildo and lay back on the bed, legs open, and went about fucking herself with it. Her hands massaged her tits while she moaned softly from the dildo's touch; in her mind's eye she felt it was her master feeding her with his black cock. How she wished she could get herself a sizeable dildo around, one that probably measured up to the girth of her master's cock ... if ever she would be lucky to stumble across on down here. She knew if she were back home, such would be very easy to find. This one she had tended to remind her so much of her husband's penis. She had no other choice than to manage it. It felt good though and she did arrive at a comfortable orgasm a few minutes later, though it was nothing comparable to when she was getting pleasured by her master's.

Done with that, she got up and began putting her clothes away inside the wardrobe. She did the same to her master's clothes, putting his and her toiletries away inside the bathroom. That done, she decided it was time she took a shower.

Becca had just finished taking her bath and was toweling her hair when she heard a knock coming from the apartment's door. Her first thought was that it was her master returning. She yelled out "Coming!" and hurriedly finished with what she was doing in the bathroom before rushing past the living room for the main door. She got a surprised shock when she opened the door and instead of seeing her master standing there—her hand went to the towel wrapped around her chest and she was just about to loosen and then flung it off her body for him to get first viewing of her body that she was keeping solely for him—there was a black woman standing there, looking like someone who'd just stepped out of some hip-hop video, staring back at her through a pair of sunglasses that made her features seem sort of cold. She was still wondering who this mysterious woman could be when she asked her: "Yes, may I help you?"

"Yes, you may," the black woman replied, taking off her sunglasses and dropping it inside her handbag. "Is your master around?"

Becca was about to say, "No, he's not—" then she drew herself to a halt. How could this woman know about such? "Excuse me, may I first ask who you are?"

"You may." The woman, in a whirl of surprise, grabbed Becca by the throat and propelled her backwards into the apartment. Becca was totally caught off guard and could only mutter a squawk of surprise as the woman's fingernails tightened like sharp claws on the flesh of her throat. She tried fighting her off but her attempts were hardly a match to break off the woman's grip. The woman kicked the door close with the back of her leg, let go of her handbag from her shoulder, and marched Becca backwards towards the direction of the bedroom. Becca tried screaming for the woman to get her hand off her, but her words came out in a gargle.

"My name is Nneka," said the black woman who then pushed Becca to fall on her back on the bed, unfurling the towel from her body. The black woman fell on her, pinning her down to the bed so she couldn't move, and then bent her face close to hers. The woman ran a red-coated finger down Becca's chin. "But you may call me Oba. I'm your master Shango's second wife. And I think it's about time you and I get ourselves properly reacquainted."

Becca felt powerless to fight back, it was like being with the master the first time he'd subdued her and her husband. There was something dangerous about this black woman that she was afraid to cross. Still there was something grossly sexual about her. It was like was a prey caught under the claws of a versatile predator. Amazingly, it made her become suddenly wet.

The black woman brought one of her gloved hand to her mouth and pulled her hand glove off from it. She sat upright over Becca and reached her hand backwards to feel Becca's cunt which was just starting to gush. Becca gasped from her touch, and instinctively rubbed her thighs together over the woman's hand. Nneka smiled wickedly at her.

"Hmm, is that something wet I'm feeling between your legs, or are you just happy to see me?"

She drove her finger into Becca's cunt and began fucking her like that. Becca's breathing went from being normal to being shallow and heavy in less than a few seconds as the mysterious woman's finger was digging deep into her, grazing her G-spot. Becca instinctively began grinding her hips up and down, wanting to get as much building excitement that she could. Her pussy juice kept gushing out of her, staining the woman's fingers who then withdrew it and gave it to Becca to lick clean, which she did, moaning in her throat while she did. How she so much loved the taste of her cum like she would gobble an ice cream.

Nneka's eyes around the bed for whatever thing she could find, and then her eyes fell on the silver dildo Becca had earlier been using on herself. She reached for it and then half turning her back, inserted the dildo into Becca's wet cunt. She was an expert the way she fucked Becca's pussy with the dildo, not forcing it all the way inside but rather rubbing it first around her labia walls, playing its vibrating tip against the surface of her clit, before sinking it deftly inside her. This sent Becca climbing up the wall and she had to steel herself from not wanting to cum too soon, but even that was seeming like a burden to hold onto. She desperately wanted to cum, and fast, but at the same time she wanted very much to savor the feeling she was having right now. She grasped the Nneka's arms and gave a sharp, convoluted cry as she felt the pound of orgasm coursing through her body, coursing like an abandoned forest fire, making her shudder all over. She could feel the orgasm course all the way to her brain, firing up her cells, and she managed to push herself up from the bed, nearly throwing Nneka off her.

"Ohhh! Awww-Ohhh shit! Ohh fuck!" she cried out over and over till it gradually began to fade away, bringing her back down to earth with shimmering ecstasy. "Oh God! I never thought I'd stop getting it any better!" she mumbled incoherently.

"Well, don't get too caught up in the excitement, bitch!" the black woman called Nneka hissed at her. "I'm yet done with you."

Nneka came off her and began stripping herself of her clothes, revealing to Becca the apparel she had underneath. She was naked underneath, except for pairs of slim black belts tied across her body, making her look like a soldier from some future apocalypse project. She had one belt tied across her long neck, another across her torso, just above her pair of jaunty breasts with dark brown areolas and a pair of standing nipples. Two other belts were tied across her abdomen and then two more across her thighs, turning her into a perfect black mistress. Becca couldn't help but ask herself where on earth her master would have stumbled across such a beautiful creature as this one? She sat there unmoving, watching with open eyes and mouth as Nneka, a.k.a Oba, went into the living room and returned with her handbag which she'd dropped on the floor earlier. Becca couldn't help admiring the sight of her cute round bottom, the way each ass cheek seemed perfectly shaped to the rest of her body. Everything about her was well proportioned to her chocolate skin. And another thing Becca couldn't help but notice was that she didn't seem to bear any stretch marks on her body at all. Amazing. Such a beautiful creature she was, she thought to herself as she felt a hand down her pussy, feeling herself growing further wet than before. Though she'd never before had the experience of making love to a fellow woman, but if ever there was a first time for her to try out such, she was grateful that it would be this.

Nneka reached into her handbag and pulled out a man-sized dildo from it. The one was black in color, and it had almost the exact make and texture of what a dildo should resemble from a black cock. The sight of it brought immediate memories to Becca as Nneka waved it before her.

"Do you recognize the size?" she asked her. "This is your master Shango's cock. He had this specifically done for him a year ago when he was on a diplomatic trip to Germany. Everything thing about it fits exactly to his cock," she ran her tongue over the dildo's knob-shaped head. Becca couldn't help mimicking what she was doing. "Almost everything I use the dildo on myself. I can't begin to tell you the wonderful orgasms I derive from it. It's a hundred times better than that silly stick you use on yourself. Believe me, I can fuck my pussy on this dildo from now till Sunday, and it feels almost like the real one. Though I'll admit, nothing beats the real one. You've got to feel a superior black cock to know what it's really about."

Becca left the bed and came over to touch the dildo. She thought she could sense a pulsing energy coming from it, like it was vibrating with life. Or perhaps it was merely her pussy trying to communicate with the dildo, explaining to her just how bad it wanted to be fucked by it.

"I'd sure like to get a feel of it," she licked her lips.

"And you will," asserted Nneka, who then grabbed her hair and brought her to the bed. "Assume the position," she barked at her. "On your arms and knees, bitch!"

Becca obeyed without delay. She reached a hand between her legs to finger herself but the black woman slapped her hand away.

"No touching yourself till I say so!" she came round to the other side of the bed, facing Becca and holding the dildo just inches from her face, teasing her with it. "You want to get a taste of this dildo, don't you, you white bitch!" she spat the words at her. Becca was so hungry for want of that black dildo she nearly felt like dying.

"I want it," she groaned. "I want it so bad ... so very bad."

"You sure about that, bitch? You'd better answer now or keep shut once and for all."

"Uhhh, I want my master's dildo cock," Becca pleaded. Hers was the voice speaking both for herself and her pussy as well. "I want it soooo very much!"

Nneka gave her a cruel smile. "Very well then. Let's see you open those lips of yours, white bitch. Stick out your tongue and let's give you a taste. If you can handle that then maybe I just might change my mind and fuck you with it."

Becca's mouth fell open and out came her tongue, flicking it in the air as if urging for the dildo cock to come to her. Nneka brought the knob head of the dildo towards her and Becca's tongue made contact.

"Go ahead and suck it, bitch!" said the black woman, who then thrust the dildo into Becca's mouth.

Becca took in the formidable head of the dildo as if it were her master's cock she was sucking. The dildo was her master's size alright, and just like when she's sucking his cock, she could barely get her mouth over half the length of the dildo's shaft. Still she didn't give up. She widened her jaw as much as she could and kept on nodding her head, choking her mouth steadily on the dildo, giving ever bit of it sloppy seconds. All the while, the black mistress kept urging her on.

"Go on suck that dildo, white bitch! Suck it as if you want it ... as if you haven't been fucked by the master's cock before ... yeah, suck it ..."

Becca felt invigorated by her words and kept on slobbering and licking every inch of its shaft. When Nneka figured she'd had enough, she pulled the cock from Becca's mouth and ordered her to remain as she was. Becca kept on being in the doggy position and watched as the black mistress walked around the bed behind her. She sensed what was about to happen and the anticipation flooded her every nerve cells as she began to wiggle her buttocks up and down, while pussy juice poured out of her pink labia opening. Nneka came up on the bed and sniffed Becca's pussy.

"Damn, white girl! You're so wet for this cock, I see." She licked her tongue up and down Becca's wet cunt.

Becca's face squeezed involuntarily as if she'd just been torched with lighted match stick, and she released a screeching moan while the black mistress went on perusing her pussy with his tongue. Nneka made Becca push her face down on the bed, sticking her ass up, and spread her ample buttocks with her hands and went on munching through her pussy like it was taffy. Becca gripped the bed sheets and howled with delight at what the black woman was doing to it; her feet beat a rhythmic drum on the bed while the rest of her body shook with fervor. This is almost like getting eaten and fucked by the master. Nneka went on pushing her nose deep into Becca's pussy zone while at the same time lapping her lips and tongue over her clitoris. Thousands of incendiary bombs went on in Becca's heart and mind, culminating in another vicious orgasm. One she was hardly able to resist and yet was highly welcoming.

"OHHHH SHIIIITTTTT!" she raised her head from the bed and shrieked aloud her anguish. "OHHH MY GOD! WOWW! I'm gonna faint ... Oh my God, I'm gonna faint!"

Except she didn't.

Nneka pulled her cum-covered face from her ass and grabbing Becca's hair, turned her face around to look at her. "Lick your cum off my face, bitch!" she said to her.

Becca lapped her tongue over the black mistress's face, licking up ever spot of her juice that was on the woman's chocolate skin. When she was done, the mistress held her face and shoved her tongue down her throat in an arrogant, yet lascivious manner. While they kissed, the black mistress's hand dug into her pussy and went on finger-fucking her badly. Becca couldn't help but moan from the contact, even though her lips were still covered with that of the mistress's.

"Alright, now go back to the position and feel this dick!" the mistress ordered her.

Becca resumed her former position, this time her body tensed in anticipation for the dildo. Nneka thrust the dildo's head into her anxiously awaiting virgina and Becca just about exploded from it. The dildo's head did fill up her cunt. Surprisingly she cried out for more, and likewise the black mistress began fucking her steadily with it. Within moments, her pussy walls tightened around the dildo and began milking it with her juice a. Nneka thrust the dildo's shaft halfway into her pussy and slapped Becca's ass and told her to fuck back. Becca resumed wiggling her ass as she'd done earlier, and found it just as relaxing and sensuous now that her cunt was taking the dildo with ease. She'd never had a dildo this big before, and more than that, she'd never found herself being fucked by someone one using a dildo on her. In a tiny part of her mind, she wondered what some of her friends back home would think when she returned to tell them about this event. Would they envy her, or would they cringe inside at the thought of being manhandled by a black African mistress? Yes ... yes, they would cringe. Neither of them would ever envision the pleasures of being supervised like this ... not unless they were worthy to have a try. And for that, Becca considered herself luckier than most.

She was groaning heavily and she could barely hear herself breathing. She felt a wet tongue between her legs and looked down between her legs to see the black mistress lying on her back under her and still fucking her with the dildo while at the same time eating her pussy. The pleasure was double and sky-rocketing Becca to the infinite.

Nneka let go of Becca's clit with a smack and said, "You going to cum any moment, bitch!"

"Ohh yeah ... oh yeah," Becca moaned.

"Then cum," said the mistress, who now intensified thrusting the dildo in and out of her cunt while still keeping her lips glued to Becca's clit. "Cum for mummy, bitch! Cum for me!"

Less than a minute later, Becca did cum.

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Becca did pass out from the climax she had though couldn't tell for how long. It couldn't have been that long though as she first heard what sounded like a shower running and then flicked her eyes open and noticed the bathroom door was open. Her eyes stared out the window and noticed the sky outside was gradually turning dark; she didn't have her watch close by to know what the time was. She remained where she was on the bed for more than a minute, unable to move an inch. There was still a throbbing sensation in her pussy and she was starting to wonder what could have made such—had the master arrived some time ago and fucked me in my sleep?—then her eyes roamed the side of the bed in front of her and she smiled when she saw the familiar features of the black-shaped dildo. She pulled it towards herself and caressed it as if it were a long lost toy. She replayed back the exquisite tape of the black mistress fucking her with it, and just the memory recall brought a curling smile to her lips. Truly the black mistress had been right when she said it was almost like being fucked with the real thing ... however, nothing could ever beat the real thing. As she lay there she imagined herself getting fucked by the master and the mistress at the same time. She closed her eyes and in her wildest fantasy imagined the master and the mistress with the dildo in her hand exchanging places at the same time—one fucking her pussy while the other taking her ass ... and who knows, maybe having someone else too to join in the fun. Someone whose cock she would be sucking while the master and the black mistress went on deflowering her. It was something to think about, and she knew that in time she would propose it to both of them to try it out on her.

The sound of the shower died off and then came a humming sound like someone singing to herself. A shadow stepped out of the bathroom and there stood the black mistress drying her nakedness with a towel. Becca couldn't help but still be captivated by her beauty, and it was even more evident with her now looking natural. Nneka noticed the look she was getting and couldn't help but smile while she stood there at the bathroom doorway cleaning herself up.

"What's got you smiling there, Becca?" she asked.

"I thought you didn't know my name," she said.

"Of course I do, silly. Why wouldn't I when Shango's told me all about you. And also it's more obvious as you're now wearing his ring just like I am as well."

"Are there others women you think who're wearing the same ring too?"

Nneka shrugged. "Wouldn't know and not for me to care either. Sure, he likes to fuck around. I wouldn't be surprised if there're others right now wishing the same thing that we are."

"Tell me, are all black women as gorgeous as you are?" Becca couldn't help but ask.

"Why? Haven't you met any where you're from?"

"Sadly, I haven't. I'm not racist though ... just never gotten the will to—"

"I know what you mean, you need not explain yourself. It's like being down here, it's not every time one gets to run into a white girl every day. At least not an honest one like yourself."

"I don't follow what you mean."

Nneka gave her an amused look. "Lots of white men come down here year after year, a lot of them are expatriate workers that work for the oil companies. Many of them can't help wanting to get a taste of the black experience. It's something they've been harboring from back home, just that they're too scared over there to act on it. You know, wanting to get their first taste of black pussy, especially an African one. A lot of them act shy about it, so they figure here's where they can get loose without folks back home condemning them over it. Some of them are alright, but a lot are nothing but arrogant bastards."