by
DaddyBear

Part 2
Several days went by before I heard from Sheila again. I hadn’t seen her at the rec center or the club since that night. I thought about her almost everyday, hoping she would call. My friends noticed I wasn’t usual cheerful-as-hell self and took it upon themselves to cheer me up daily. One day, just as I was about to leave work, Butch called me.

“Hey, Mac, how are you doing?”

“I’m hangin’. What’s up with you?”

“Actually, T, Jimi, Kara and me thought about having a party. You know, a lil’ get-together for all the rainbow fam. We’re gonna have food, liquor and bud. You coming?”

“When?”

“Tonight, Mac.”

“Tonight? How are you gonna get all that stuff and all those people together at the spur of the moment?”

“You know when niggas hear free food they’ll be interested. Say ‘free liquor’ and they’ll show up. But, say ‘free bud’ and they will come RUNNIN’! How ‘bout it, you coming?”

“Yeah, I’ll try to come through. I gotta go, Butch. It’s time for me to clock out.”

“Don’t try, playa. Make sure you come on through! Besides, Kara told me to have you hook up the bud. We all chipped in and got the dough for it. But, you know you are the only one in Tha Lou that can always get the fire. Can you hook us up, man?”

“Yeah, I’ll call y’all later.” Click. That’s the only way to get off the phone with Butch.

A few hours later the pager function on my cell starts blowin' up. After a while I couldn't take it anymore, so I called back the number on my screen. "Somebody page a pager?" Yeah, I'm ghetto. So what!

"Hi, lover."

That voice! Oh, my God. I'd recognize her voice anywhere. Why, oh why, would she call me after all this time?

"Who is this?" I had to play it cool. Just like in the bathroom that night at The Spot, I had to make sure my flawless butch rep stayed in tact.

"This is Sheila, sugar. How have you been? I've missed you!" Her voice was like pure honey dripping through my phone. It coated my ear, ran down to my fluttering heart and landed right on my now overheated pussy.

"Oh, I'm fine; how are you?" I continued to play the smooth role, trying to sound nonchalant about the entire situation even though this woman had just made my attitude and mood do a total 180_ turnabout.

"I'm aching to see you; aching to call you Daddy again. Do you think that can happen, baby?" No, this voice was definitely more like molasses than honey - the sticky sweetness of it didn't coat, it congealed and I couldn't get rid of it!

"Depends on when you want to see me and what about." I was definitely not going to make this easy.

"I'll take the first available moment you have. I just want to get to know you." She said that before. Why did she keep saying that?

So I asked her, "You keep saying that. Why do you keep saying that?"

"I've heard great things about you and I'm intrigued. Intrigued to the point of wanting to get to know you. But, not so intrigued I'll wait forever!"

I could tell her tone had changed from pleasure to business. If I wanted to bed this chic I was going to have to take a step forward.

"I didn't expect you'd wait this long. How's tonight?" I decided to cut the bullshit. For the moment.

"I'm free and clear, baby." Sticky sweet again. "Why don't you pick me up in an hour?"

I saw she had learned her lesson the other night, so I decided to take her out. What the hell, right? She gave me directions and I was on my way. When I got there she was waiting in the lobby. My, oh my! She looked even better today than she did a week ago! This time, she had her glorious mane of tresses piled high on her head, allowing her delicate neck to be seen. She was thoroughly impressed by my ride and immediately leaned in for a kiss. I allowed her lips to graze my cheek before heading away from Downtown. I took her to Massa's in West County. She had surf and I had turf. We talked and flirted, flirted and talked. I noticed that she was as femme fatale as I had thought (and hoped) she would be. But, I also noticed she had an air of control about her that had to be broken for us to deal with each other. As we had coffee and dessert I decided to turn the conversation from casual to serious.

"Sheila, why are you so aggressive? For the most part you are very much a lady. But, sometimes you come across a little too aggressive for me."

"I'm a black, lesbian executive - I have a chip on my shoulder, what can I say? That's the front I have to give at work in order to survive."

"Sounds like you need to relax!" I gave her my famous smile and she melted. No woman can be uptight when I smile at them like that.

We ended up going back to her place. We drank way too much Martell; got drunk and danced the night away. Sometime after 1:00 am, we got closer than we had been since that night in the bathroom. This time when she noticed my strap she didn't get aggressive, but she did go wild! Suddenly she was grinding on me and moaning and practically begging me to fuck the daylights out of her. But, instead of me going into 'Daddy' mode on her, I decided to play my 'Barry White' role. You know: smooth and romantic.

We made great love all over her beautiful downtown loft. It started in the living room. She had a baby piano in one corner in front of this huge window. I picked her up in the middle of her sexy dance routine and carried her to the baby grand. I sat her on top of it and let my eyes drink her in. She was absolutely perfect! I took off her shoes one by one and just as smoothly kiss each of her toes. Each one was painted a copper which complimented her skin-tone. I worked my way up her calves to her knees. She smelled of Sand & Sable again and it was making me high with lust! When I lifted my head to look at her I saw she had removed her blouse and was working on her bra. I helped her out of it and began worshipping her nipples. Big and brown and hard as pebbles, they stood at attention as if just for me. She oohed and ahhed til she was making me moan in response. Luckily her skirt was a wrap one, so I just 'unwrapped' my present like a kid on Christmas - with a lot of excitement and vigor. I practically tore the damn thing off her! That got her attention and snapped her out of her drunken stupor for a minute. I lift her off the piano and carry her down the hall.

As I do this, I get a chance to check out the loft. There's carpet in the hall and bedrooms, unlike the living room, and it was so thick and soft it felt like fur. The art on the walls was very erotic and most of it was focused on the beauty of woman's anatomy.

"Which one is your room, baby?" I'm so breathless from my horniness I barely get the words out.

"This one, sugar."

Luckily it's the closest one to us. It's amazing how doors can fool you. If all the doors in the hallway were closed they all would look the same. But, some lead to tiny closets while others lead to monstrous areas to big to be called rooms. This was that room. It had to be at least 20' x 20'. The carpet here was red like blood and the walls were the color of fresh cream. Her four-poster bed sat a full three feet off the floor and had so many pillows it didn't need a mattress! There were steps on either side of the bed to allow its inhabitants to actually "climb" in. I sat her on the edge of the foot of the bed. She sat there watching me, waiting to see what I was going to do now. I looked her in her eyes and said, "Daddy's hungry. Feed me now." I guess she was starting to catch on because she obediently opened her glorious thighs and instantly the smell of her dewy wetness rose and filled my nostrils. The aroma was heady and musky and she was perfectly trimmed! Not shaved so that she looked like a child, but no bush either! There was just a thin dusting of hair all over the triangle and only the finest of fuzz on her lips. It gave her the texture of a true peach. And she was just a juicy!

I slowly licked up one lip and down the other. Then I put my tongue between her slit damn near at her asshole. Slowly, I dragged the tip of my tongue up her slit until I found her wet, steaming pussy hole. It was already slick and sticky with cum and she was panting from expectation. I slowly began eating her pussy. I was sucking her clit and licking her lips. Every once in a while, I'd force my tongue into her opening with extreme force and then slowly dragged it back out. Just when she was about to pass out from exhaustion (a dyke like me likes to drive a woman crazy by focusing on her clit for hours without stopping), I slid my body up hers and began humping her. My strap was sliding up and down her slit. We were kissing and moaning and sweating and cursing…it was great!

I couldn't take it anymore. I had to feel the pressure. I needed to see my strap enter her. So I grinded against her and then pulled away. When I went to grind against her again, I made sure my strap was aimed right were it should. I slid in with one fluid motion penetrated her fully with my strap. Her eyes opened wide in fear. She looked like she was scared to death! Even though I only use each strap on one woman, I knew why she was scared because I have a favorite brand and model. Don't laugh - if I was a man my dick would look the same no matter who I was with. Besides, I'll only use the best: CyberSkin's 10 1/2" in Caucasian. I'm so light it matches! Every woman I penetrate thinks she will split at first because it is so fat - almost 6" around. After a minute she got used to it and her legs parted wider to allow me greater entry.

She was a very response lover. By the time she came that last time I was spent. We fell asleep with my strap still inside her and when we awoke it was the beginning of 'us'. I would not be going home that day. Or the next. Or the next. Or ever again. At least not to stay. No, I was right were I would be for the next year. When I woke up the next morning there was breakfast in bed on a tray with a note that smelled of her poisonous perfume, San & Sable. It said, "Daddy, enjoy breakfast. I had to go into the office for a couple of hours. Be back soon, Sheila." At that moment I knew - Daddy was home!

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Sheila and I kicked it strong all through summer and fall. It wasn't until winter rolled around that we started actually including other people in our activities. We never really had company over together or went clubbing together. It was like we were in a cocoon big enough for two. We led our separate lives during the day, but we came home to each other at night. It was basically one long date. We would talk and cook dinner together. Her already huge movie collection was only further increased by our need to stay inside with one another.

The sex! All evening and most nights, all we did was have sex. We would fuck furiously and then fall into this rhythm of making love that was so sweet it often made us cry. Although she was a helluva lover, I still wasn't completely satisfied sexually. Ever since I lost my virginity, I have always been a Dom. I am very much into D&S and S&M, role-playing, voyeurism…even a little exhibitionism. Although Sheila was no prude when it came to sex, she also wasn't the most open-minded woman I knew. I learned to accommodate her needs and wants in the hopes that she would one day cave in to my desires. The more I tried, the more she resisted.

I would come home with XXX-rated videos of all sorts of scenes. She always told me she liked the thought of watching someone, but the videos looked too fake and scripted. I would go by Friends & Luvrs (an alternative / sex store on the South Side) and buy dildos with and without straps attached, lubricants, toys with and without batteries. No matter what I bought it just didn't work for her. She would try to get into it, but it just wasn't working for her. I knew there had to be more to our sex life than me eating her pussy and giving her the best dick-down she had ever had. But, how was I to find out what would turn her on when I was running out of ideas?

Around November, three months into our kickin' it, I failed yet again to get the freak to come out of her.

"Sheila, baby, what's wrong. You don't trust me or something? Everytime I try to spice it up you go frigid on me."

"No, I trust you."

"Well, how can you call me Daddy, but be so quick to stop me when I try something new? How are you ever going to find out what you like if you don't try anything?"

"I'm happy with our sex, sugar. I don't see a need to change it."

"Well, I'm happy with our sex, too. But, I told you from jump I need a submissive woman. You are femme as hell, but you won't let me dominate you. I need that, baby. I can't help it."

Then she said something I never expected from her, "So why don't you find somebody who will?"

Okay, stop! It's not like I have never cheated or been intimate with multiple women in the same timeframe. But, usually when I'm kickin' it so tough with a chic that we sleep together night after night there is some expectancy at monogamy. I cared a lot for Sheila at that point, but I needed the release. I was starting to miss the things I could do with Kara but, I would have never thought she'd be open to the idea. Once she convinced me that she wasn't kidding we discussed all the rules. It was settled. I could have all the things I loved (yes LOVED) about her at home and still have my inner freak satisfied elsewhere.

I started screwing Kara again and it really helped me and Sheila. She didn't feel pressured to do things she wasn't comfortable doing. With the holiday coming and all the tension gone, we decided it was time to venture out into the world and discover it together. I began bringing her around my friends (it's the only family I have) and she began bring me around her family.

I always thought her lifestyle was the way it was because she worked so hard and earned nice money. As it turned out, she came from a long line of money out in Ladue. Her grandfather was the first Black allowed to buy land without being killed there and her grandmother had started a restaurant that exceeded everyone's expectations. Her father and mother were both local politicians with old money on both sides of the family. We went to her parents for Thanksgiving and it was like something out of a magazine. Christmas at her Grandparents farm was wonderful. The turkey went from cage to oven in less than an hour. Grandpa wrung his neck at first dawn! All the trimmings were from scratch and everything in the house sparkled. We decided to spend New Year's at her loft. We invited all our friends and family and drank and danced until the clock struck midnight. Everything slowed down in January and that's when things really started making a (slow) turn for the better. Spring was in full swing and about to become summer. Sheila's sex drive bloomed with spring and boiled with summer! She still wasn't into the freaky shit I was, but she wanted it much more often. She also started getting irritated when she knew I was going to be, or had been, with Kara. She wasn't jealous of Kara, but of the fact that she wanted to be freaky but didn't know how.

On top of that, Kara was re-addicted to Big Daddy. My hours are different in the summer, so I had free time in the mornings. Most days I would leave not long after Sheila and head to my house. When I got there, Kara would be there with her collar on. It was simple dog collar with the word 'BITCH' on it in silver. The girl loved being my 'bitch' and was always ready to give in to my wants and needs.

One day, I came home and Sheila was grinning from ear to ear.

"Daddy, guess what's coming up soon?"

"What, baby?"

"Our one year anniversary! I just noticed it on my bill calendar. What do you want to do to celebrate?"

I walked over to where she was sitting at the desk and saw that there was the code 'ALE' in the box for the date she was talking about. June 2nd, huh? That was just two and a half weeks away. Had it really been a year this soon?

"Baby, what is 'ALE'?" I couldn't figure it out.

"It's one of my quirks. I can't stand sloppy calendars so I use initials for everything. 'ALE' means 'auto lease expires'. I lease a different car each year. When I was looking at this I remembered I leased my car the same day I renewed my membership at the rec center. See, it also says, 'RRM' - renew rec membership. That was the day you were trying to get a peak at me in the showers!"

She always found it funny once I told her how badly I wanted to see her clearly that first day. "Okay, mami'. What do you want to do to celebrate?"

"Sugar, I want to go out of town for a week or so. Let's act like we did the first few months and just go away…the two of us."

Damn, a whole week! Or so?!? I don't mind hiding out with my baby, but I wasn't sure I could go a week without seeing Kara after having been allowed to see her at will for so long. I thought about coming up with some excuse not to go. But, when I looked at her gorgeous eyes looking at me with expectation I decided to make her happy. I would just have a helluva rendezvous with Kara before I left and see her as soon as we got back.

"Alright, baby. Tell you what. Why don't you make the arrangements and we can hop a plane bright and early on the second, okay?" With that, she was off making plans.

Kara and I had set a date for May 31st. I told Sheila I would be out with the bois that night and she shouldn't expect me home again until the 1st. Instead, me and Kara were going to spend the day (and night) feasting on each other and getting our freak on! I had cleaned the apartment until it was spotless. I made sure we had plenty of the good ganja, several bottles of wine and lots of fruit - mangos, kiwis, bananas, strawberries and peaches. I pulled out toys I hadn't used in ages - paddles, feathers, cat-o-nine tails, nipple clamps, French ticklers - because Kara said she wanted me to push her boundaries that night. When Kara showed up with a coat on, I knew she had followed my instructions. Underneath was a maid's uniform with an XXX-rated theme. It consisted of a waist-cinching corset with a choker attached at the neck. There were tiny holes cut out of the material around her nipples; they were just big enough for her to have forced her nipples through them. Her skirt was short, pleated and flounced like a cheerleader's. Underneath she had on red silk panties which were crotchless. Her shoes had six inch stiletto heels and straps which wound around her legs up to her knees. Her toenail polish matched the panties exactly and she had on an ivory toe-ring to bring it all together. We didn't talk; we went right to the bedroom.

First, I bent her over the foot of the bed while her feet were still on the floor. I took two silk scarves and tied each wrist securely to one corner of the footboard. I raised the skirt and ripped of her panties so quick she jumped. I went into the closet and retrieved the toys I had pulled out for this occasion. I stood behind her and bent over her. I reached under her chest and attached the nipple clamps to each nipple, pulling them tight enough for pain one notch above pleasurable. She whimpered immediately, knowing they would be there for a while and the pain would only worsen.

When I stepped back I could see her pussy was very wet and the moisture was running down the insides of her thighs. Because she was bent at the waist and had on such high heels, her legs were popped back and her lips were spread pretty far. I stood across the room watching her for about ten or fifteen minutes letting the anticipation grow. I was so excited because Kara wanted me to push her boundaries. We did this ever six months or so since we first started fucking years ago. She likes pain, humiliation and domination when in the bedroom. I promised not to let her down.

I walked over to her and, thwack!, I let the paddle come down harder than I ever had on her ass before. I heard the beginnings of a protest escape her lips before she caught herself.

"If you want it again, you know what to do." Immediately, I saw my signal. She wiggled her ass as best she could and, thwack!, this time I brought the paddle down even harder. Even being as dark as she is I could see the red mark covering one ass cheek and goose pimples on both of them. When I stepped back to look again I saw there was a trickle of wetness continuously flowing down her legs from her sex. I pulled the anal plug out of the box and made her suck it. She hates doing that and that's why I made her; she would hate it being pushed into her dry even more than this. When she had it good and wet I walked back behind her and pushed it inside slowly. Her legs began to buckle and then she got the game started.

Anytime I'm with Kara I start the roughness when she first makes a sound. She's supposed to be a good whore and allow Daddy to do whatever I want. She's not to make any noise or I will have to punish her. She knew this. Whether she was testing my patience, or in a hurry to get started, I don't know.

"Ouch!" That was the one word she said that made it begin that night.

""Does it hurt?" It doesn't matter what she says. Neither 'yes' or 'no' is the safe word; 'hockey' is the safe word. I only ask to see which way I'll go next.

"Yes!"

"It's supposed to!" With that, I tear into her ass with the cat-o-nine tails. I gave her twenty-five lashings without stopping. In the past, her record had been eighteen before she cried the safe word. This night, she took it like a pro. I heard her whimper, and I was sure the tears had started, but she didn't say a word. When I was done, she had lash welts on her ass and thighs and her pussy was sopping wet. I figured she had been bent over long enough, so I untied her wrists. Like a good girl she didn't move a muscle until I spoke.

"Strip."

She stood tall and walked over to the stereo. When she hit 'play' on the CD player, Vanity 6 came on with 'Nasty Girl'. When she turned back to look at me, I was sitting in the easy chair waiting on my show. She slowly pulled off her clothing while exhibiting her skills from the days when she used to strip for a living. Since she knew I wouldn't appreciate her undoing anything I'd done, she ripped the lightweight corset from around the nipple clamps to keep from removing them. As usual, she took off the last piece of clothing just as the song ended. There she stood in front of me with nothing on but her 'slut' shoes.

"I want a bath with fruit and wine." With that, I stood up and walked into the closet. When I came out with my strap and robe, there was a tray with fruit and wine glasses on the foot of the bed and I could hear water being run in the bathroom. I helped myself to some sliced fruit and wine and then went into the bathroom. After she gave me a sponge bath, she left so I could be alone to get read. I had bought a new strap that day. CyberSkin came out with an 11 1/2" model and I wanted to see her reaction. I put it on with my robe over that. When I got out to the bedroom she was laying in the bed on her side playing with her pussy.

"Are you horny?"

"Yes."

"You must be, acting like a dog in heat!" That pushed her over the top and she cried out in orgasm. That's what I wanted. When she's too excited, I don't get to eat her pussy as long as I want to. Keep in mind, she still has the anal plug in her ass and the nipple clamps have her nipples a very dark shade of red from the long-lasting pressure.

Once she stops cumming, I attack her pussy with my mouth. She always tastes like candy and that day was no exception! I was tasting her sex and juices like my life depended on it. The thing I like most about Kara is that she is very vocal. She doesn't mind telling you what's on her mind. The only time she was allowed to speak freely was when I was eating or fucking her. During foreplay she had to be quiet, but now she could scream!

"Yes, Daddy, eat this pussy! I shaved it just for you." She knew that talking to me would only make me more aggressive.

I had pulled out the anal plug and was now massaging her now-loose asshole with my thumb as I fed on her juices. She was gyrating her hips, hoping to get a digit inside her tightest space. While I was indulging in her sticky treat I thought I heard someone come into the apartment. I slowed down my licking and listened for a moment but decided I must have been tripping. But, Sheila and I would not be where we are now if I had gotten up to investigate.

Not long after I heard something, Sheila starts begging to be fucked. At this point we had been going at it for about five hours and she couldn't take it anymore.

"Mac, Mac, Mac."

"What, girl? Don't keep calling my name; tell me what you want form Daddy!"

"Oh, fuck me please! Fuck me hard and make it nasty, baby! I want you to take it."

She wants me to damn near rape her is what she wants. I love teasing her at points like that! So I run my tongue across her delicate asshole and in between her lips one final time. I crawl up so that we are looking each other in the eye and start talking to her.

"You are so beautiful, Kara."

"Don't start that mushy shit!" Oh, I love this part. I do think she is beautiful, but I said that to get her goat. She doesn't want to make love to her, she wants me to fuck her.

"Come on, baby, let me look at you. Kiss me, baby."

"No, nigga, fuck me! Take it, please!" When she started slapping at the air between us trying to get me to move away, I knew I had to give it to her now!

"If you want it, flip that ass over!" She was all too happy to put her ass back in the air. With no clothing on to restrict her movement, she was able to bend over much farther than before. Since she was fully on the bed this time, her nipples grazed to bedding as she put her head down. I heard her moan in pain/pleasure as it happened.

Her pussy, as usual, was so wet, no lubrication was needed! I slid in halfway harshly.

"Uh!!" I nearly knocked her flat on her stomach with the force. After the next stroke, I was in full tilt.

"Oh, baby, goddamn! Ooh, you fuck me so good, Mac! Please don't stop. Oh, don't stop! Yeah! Right there!"

I loved it when she talked to me like that. As I'm fucking her I get the feeling someone's watching me. But, everytime I looked at the door or window, I could see nothing but shadows. I enjoy being watched anyway, so I went with the fantasy that I was being watched as I fucked the daylights out of this dark-skinned beauty beneath me. Soon, I wanted to see more than her ass bounce as I went in and out. We went into missionary mode, then she rode me.

I love it when Kara rides me. She rides my strap like a wild woman on a wild horse. She was bucking and sweating, cursing me and telling me to fuck her harder, deeper, faster. Pretty soon it was time for her to cum one last time.

I could always tell because she starts taunting me in order to piss me off. She knows I strive to be the best lover anyone's ever had. So, when she starts acting like it's nothing, I go into overdrive.

"What's wrong, Mac, you tired? Maybe you don't want this pussy. You need to fuck me, baby. Quit bein' a punk and give me that big dick or I'll find someone who can satisfy me." As soon as she said it she knew it was a mistake. In one movement, I sat up in the middle of her riding me. Now that she was sitting on my lap facing me, it was easier to stand up. I walked over to the wall and slammed her against it with my strap still inside.

"I'm bein' a punk? Okay, slut, here you go. Daddy was trying to be nice. But, now I'm going to fuck you like I own you."

"You don't own shit, muthafu-- Oh! Ah! It hurts! Shit! What the fuck?!?"

She still didn't say 'hockey', so I still didn't stop. I kept her body crushed between the wall and my chest while my pelvis went wild trying to get not only my strap, but all of ME, inside her hot pussy! I put each of my arms under her legs and let my hands cup her ass. Her feet were over two feet off the floor and the only thing holding her was me. I was hitting bottom with each stroke and she had almost gone completely limp. Since my face was at her chest, I sucked a nipple in my mouth. Between the roughness of my teeth and tongue and the pressure of the clamps, she hollered out.

"Rub your clit, Kara. I want you to cum on me, you hear?" She was a gusher - in other words, Kara ejaculates. Whenever she played with her clit while I fucked her with my strap, I was always sure to get a show. As soon as her delicate fingers touched her taut nubbin, her eyes popped open wide! She started fucking me back and then she let loose.

First, she cried out in ecstasy/pain/pleasure/exhaustion. Then, she released her cum all over my belly, strap and thighs. It was so hot, it damn near burned me. When she stopped cumming, I could have sworn I heard another voice moaning, too. That wasn't the first time I heard something tonight. I hate being paranoid. When I looked at Kara, she seemed to have heard something, too.

When I stood up to fuck Kara against the wall, the closest wall was half-way inside the closet. So, I let her stand on the floor and we walked out to the middle of the bedroom floor. I still couldn't se anything but shadows so I flipped the switch. Standing right in front of me was Sheila!

That was two days ago.
Part 3

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