18 comments/ 58398 views/ 43 favorites Dark Temptation By: deliciousthoughts This is my first attempt at writing a transsexual story, although every word has been run past both Ella and Keisha. I THINK I've posted it in the correct category. As in all my stories, all the characters are over 18. You will recognise the effervescent Ella from the 'Compulsion' stories, while Keisha is a friend who has a personality to match her beautiful body. * Ella's body glistened with perspiration as she twirled and spun her lithe body on the dance floor, loving the way the beat of the music thumped around her. The twenty-one year old loved Brighton's laid back, hippy, music generated atmosphere and long ago had fallen into dancing until the sun came up at her favourite nightclubs. The Volks club was hidden away along the seafront, away from all the other clubs but well known to all the Brighton residents. It was different to many of the other nightclubs—dirty, grimy, small, dark and sweaty—and the heavy beat of the music was helped out by the more than generous portions of bass that pounded through the large club speakers and echoed around the room. The sound of the heavy dubstep, drum and bass almost made the walls shake. Most of the club goers were taking some sort of drugs but that didn't matter to Ella. There was rarely any trouble and people could more or less do what they wanted. Everyone was here to party, after all. The dance floor was thronged as the music—Nero, Chase & Status, Magnetic Man, Katy B—seamlessly transitioned from one song to the next. The hot and heavy beats were just perfect for Ella's mood. Her hair was held back with her favourite hair band, pink with diamante crusted all over, which magically caught the beams from the club lights. The tight pink and black bodice covered her torso but was so tight it left little to the imagination. And the black flared mini skirt seemed to bounce with her every dance step, revealing her legs all the way down to the furry topped, white knee high boots. As usual, Ella was dressed to impress. The revealing clothes ensured she was the centre of attention and her body piercings—ears, belly button and tongue—all added to the sexy effect. She had danced for hours with her girlfriends—Dani, Megan, Camilla, Jaime and Aimee. The heavy beat of the music continued to thump around their ears and through their bodies, adding to the increasingly sensual atmosphere within the small group. The speakers beside the dance floor vibrated with full on bass, smoke billowed from the machines above them and the drugs, alcohol and atmosphere had her flying above the crowd. Everyone in the club was high and even the walls seemed to bounce and sway to the heavy rhythm of the music. The air vibrated as the bassline thumped around them and their bodies undulated to the heavy beat. Life had never felt so good. Except that everyone but her seemed to be pairing off... Aimee had eventually succumbed to a guy who had been trying to dance with her all evening. Her green camisole top was tiny and her short white skirt flounced around the top of her shapely thighs as she teased him by snaking her body to the beat. It was a sight Ella had seen before. Her flatmate almost certainly wouldn't be home tonight. Megan had entwined her leg between Jaime's thighs as they swung and swayed their bodies to the music. Her hands were in the brunette girl's hair, ruffling it and curling it around her fingers as they practically devoured one another. Then there was Camilla. She had linked her arms around Dani's neck, forehead rested on forehead, her dark powerful gaze staring directly into the younger girl's eyes as they undulated to the music. There was only one thing on their mind and it wasn't dancing and that pissed Ella. She should have been grinding to the beats with Dani, not Camilla. It was unusual—very unusual—but there was a danger she was going to miss out ... at least with her normal crowd. But her drug fuelled state demanded otherwise. If her girlfriends were going to play, so was she. She would just look elsewhere and show Dani—and any of the others—what they were missing! Even as she made the decision, the opportunity presented itself. A black guy had tried to hit on her since she'd arrived and his timing as he cut in again was perfect. Ella made sure she caught Dani's eyes and when she had it she allowed the sinewy guy to dance closer. It quickly became apparent that he knew how to move his muscular body. And that he was well built in more ways than one. From the way he kept rubbing against himself against her ass as they moved to the beat, she could tell that he had an above-average sized cock. It was ready for action, too. From the look of his clothes he was pretty well off and the only thing that counted against him was that it soon became clear he was an arrogant prick. But Ella didn't care. In the circumstances, having some chauvinist asshole round her little finger suddenly seemed appealing. When his hands began to wander a bit too far, too quickly, she smacked them away and swayed her way to the bar. She knew he would soon follow. She ordered herself another malibu and coke—he could pay when he joined her—and propped her elbows on the bar as she turned around and waited for him make his way over to her. But he remained on the edge of the dance floor, grinning across at her as he continued to gyrate his muscular body. Ella decided then and there that she was going to have him. If she closed her eyes, she could still feel his cock pressing against her ass. She grinned back, playfully moved her hips in time with his. The only question in her mind was whether they'd be spending the night in her bed or his. That was when the whole tempo of the evening changed... "Ya move very well, lil girl. Got that tight cute lil butt moving jus' right." The sassy tone and confident soft southern drawl immediately grabbed her attention and she turned to stare at the woman on her right. * Ella's clouded eyes instantly met the gaze fixed on hers. The black woman was stunning. Her large, dark eyes locked onto Ella's, big soulful pools that rendered the young girl almost speechless. "Thank you," Ella stuttered, trying to keep any slur from her voice. "It's not difficult when the music is this good." How was it she hadn't noticed this woman before? Her red halter neck scooped deeply between her large cleavage, drawing Ella's eyes towards them and then beyond, down further down towards the dark flesh of her toned stomach. The look was completed with loose fitted parachute pants that cupped her ass perfectly. "Yeah, the music is good," she murmured. "But you have a body that knows how to move to it. I'm Keisha, by the way..." She tilted her head to the side and her long black hair swayed loosely about her shoulders. Holding up the joint in her right hand, she took a couple of tokes as she regarded Ella. There was something in those that made Ella shiver—a defiant, fierce look. This woman had attitude. "I'm Ella..." she nervously replied. Keisha nodded firmly while her deep eyes wandered up and down Ella's cute little body. Her tongue flickered over her lips. "I've been waiting for ya, Ella," she teased, watching the girl's reaction. "For ... for me..." Ella stammered, not sure if she had heard correctly. "Mm-hmm." The woman sipped from theglass of wine in her left hand and then casually offered the joint to Ella. "Here we go, girl. I saved this for ya. Ya look the type." Ella sent her a confused look but happily accepted the joint. How did she know? She took a big tug and savored the flavour, holding the smoke in her mouth for a while before letting it slowly drift out again. Keisha watched her with that confident smile playing across her lips. "What exactly d'you mean," Ella queried, as she took another toke and inhaled the wonderful smoke. "Waiting for me?" "I've been watching ya for a while, honey," Keisha grinned. She nodded at the joint. "Good, huh? Only the best for Keisha and her friends. There's nothing like some scrumptious white widow weed to jumpstart the system, don't ya think?" Ella grinned at her. This was a woman after her own heart. And she was right, it was good stuff, no doubt about that. Her head lightened and she began to relax as the flavor seeped through her pores. Keisha moved closer, pressing her lithe body against the younger girl's and resting a hand on her bare thigh. Her nails trickled teasingly over Ella's skin as she leaned in. "Don't ya just love that stuff baby?" she whispered, planting an unexpected kiss behind Ella's ear. "So strong but it just makes everything feel so amazing." "Yeah, amazing," Ella repeated, taking another tug. She was floating now... Keisha laughed softly as the weed began to get to Ella. She planted another butterfly kiss behind the younger girl's ear, on her cheek and then down onto her sensitive neck. Ella closed her eyes and heard an involuntary moan escape her lips. The weed was so intoxicating that everything was more intense. The full lips were barely gazing her soft skin and yet every soft touch felt like tiny bolts of electricity surging through her body. "Look at you working that blunt," Keisha sexily chuckled, nibbling down on Ella's earlobe. "Damn girl, calm down!" As her low seductive whisper reverberated through Ella's mind, she leaned even closer against her supple body. The heavy weed was making its presence felt and the girl pushed back into her. Perfect... Cocking her head to the side, she sent a knowing glance towards the guy Ella had been dancing with. He was hovering nearby, two drinks in hand. The message was chillingly clear. He'd lost out on the prize. This lil lamb was hers to be taken. She moved her hand from Ella's thigh and slithered it upwards under that ridiculously short skirt. The girl looked like she was trying to calm herself but it was too late. Her eyes were already hazed over and the heavy beat of the music was burning into her brain. The bass was thumping through the air, her tight body was already on edge, beyond sensitive, and the added effect of the weed made this too much for her to handle. "You okay, baby?" she softly murmured. Ella nodded. The woman's hot breath was exhilarating against her cheek. The edges of her vision felt blurred, making her whimper weakly as she felt probing fingers between her thighs. How had that happened? Her mouth fell open a little. A thousand thoughts went through her mind but they refused to crystallize. Instead, she found herself staring at Keisha's mouth. She had used a subtle pink lipstick and in the subdued light those beautifully full lips seemed to be calling her. There was a hint of wickedness about her smile that suggested she knew exactly what she was doing. Ella loved that. She could tease with the best of them but the idea of being controlled had long been a deep held fantasy. Her head was full of candyfloss and the heat in her body was rapidly increasing. She blinked her eyes to clear her head but those roaming fingers made it impossible to think. They had edged under her skimpy panties and Keisha was using a single fingertip to stroke her labia. Ella whimpered in a mixture of shame and excitement as she felt her thighs part a little. Then the mouth was at her ear again. "Tell me if you want me to stop, baby..." Keisha's next action made the question irrelevant. She slid a finger inside her with a teasing slowness. When she used the pad of her finger to massage a spot just behind her clit, Ella gasped helplessly. The woman was expertly fingering her in the full glare of anyone who cared to look their way and yet she was utterly unable to resist. Her chest rose and fell. Her breathing tightened. Her nipples ached. She was out of control and pushed her hips forward, encouraging the delicious finger to sink deeper. Her hazy gaze found Keisha's face. Had she ever seen anyone more beautiful than this woman? The feeling was so intense that it took a moment before she realized that Keisha was pulling her hand away. She moaned in disappointment. It took a few moments to refocus and when she did, Keisha was holding the finger infront of her face, examining it closely. She turned it slowly back and forth before taking it seductively between her lips. "I love the taste of hot lil girls..." Ella watched open mouthed, still panting in arousal and need, as Keisha slid the black finger from her sucking mouth. A sneering smile touched the woman's pink lips as she blatantly slid her hand under Ella's skirt for a second time. She moved quickly, slipping two fingers this time inside the gasping younger woman with an obscene ease. Ella felt faint. Her head tilted a little. She had to lean back against the bar to prevent her weak knees from buckling underneath her. She whimpered again as she pushed her body forward, seeking more friction. Her hips bucked and she began to close her eyes... "Look at me," Keisha rasped, cupping her chin with her free hand. Her fingers dug into Ella's jawbone, holding her pretty head steady. Her deep brown eyes held the younger woman's hazy gaze, watching her eyes cloud ever further as she pushed her fingers ever deeper. When they reached their limit she twisted both them slightly, grinning at the contorted expression on the girl's perspiring face. Suddenly dropping her hand from Ella's face, she plucked the still burning joint from the girl's fingers and took a large drag of pot. Leaning into her mouth, she opened her lips and twisted her fingers inside her again as she allowed the sweet smoke to pass from one to the other. Ella moaned helplessly. She pushed her hips forward again as the sexual need consumed her. Mouth wide open, she greedily accepted the smoke and felt herself begin to fly... But then the fingers inside her were withdrawing again. It was as if Keisha knew exactly when she was teetering on the very edge but had no intention of granting her the relief she so desperately needed. Before she could whimper out her protest, the woman was feeding both juice covered black fingers between her lips. "I think ya ready, don't you?" she softly whispered in her ear. "Come with me, baby. I have a surprise for ya." * Ella tottered along on her four inch heels as she allowed herself to be led the short distance towards the ladies rest room. It was empty, although Ella doubted that that would have made any difference. Like the club itself, the room was dark and dingy, perfect for what Keisha had in mind. Someone had even painted the flickering light bulb red, adding to the seedy atmosphere. It had been a while since Ella had had sex in a public place—was there anything hotter? Keisha held her gaze as she stepped backwards into the handicapped stall and beckoned with a single finger. Ella almost toppled over on her impractical heels as she rushed to join her. A primal urge raged through her, destroying any sense or logic. She badly needed this. "Lock the door," Keisha rasped when she was inside. Her tone brooked no argument. She was in control. Ella turned to click the lock and as she did, Keisha was behind her. Her hands dropped to Ella's thighs, pulling her back and against her. When she rubbed her groin against the aroused girl's tight ass, Ella gasped. The penny had finally dropped. "Ya really didn't know?" she whispered into Ella's ear. "Nice surprise, huh?" Keisha loved that moment of discovery. The exhalation of air as her newest conquest realised she had a cock. That shocked look ... the gasping for air ... the trembling in her body. But best of all, disbelief was always followed by arousal. Her hot breath hit the back of Ella's neck as she stood behind her and continued to grind her groin into those delectably tight buttocks. Her hands crept around Ella's body and slid upwards to cup her pert breasts. Those pointed nipples were alive under her touch. "Sexy, huh?" she whispered. She spun the girl around to face her so that she could savour the bewildered expression on her face. The look of astonishment in those wide-eyes made her purr with delight. She'd hit the jackpot this week. One hand slid under her own short skirt to free her girl-cock while the other curled around Ella's neck and applied gentle downward pressure. "Ya know ya want it, baby. Show Keisha what ya can do..." Ella's eyes stared upwards as she eagerly sank to her knees. She had heard of such things but had never experienced anything like this. It felt so dirty and yet so unstoppably sexy at the same time. She was on a drug and alcohol fuelled high but even had she been stone cold sober she would have wanted this. Dropping her gaze to stare at the impossibly hard black shaft, she corkscrewed her hand around the base. Her eyes were wide with appreciation, her huge pupils betraying her need. Precum leaked from the head and she swept it away with one lash of her wet tongue before swallowing as much of the veiny flesh between her lips as she could. There was no subtlety or finesse. She wanted this, she needed this, and she was going to have it. Saliva drooled down from her mouth when she came up for air. She worked it into the thick hardness with both hands before taking the black girl-cock between her lips again and deep into her throat. When she dragged her studded tongue along the thick shaft, Keisha moaned out her approval. "Oh yeah, ya lil bitch... jus' love that..." She curled the fingers of both hands into Ella's long hair, wrapping strand after strand around her fingers. For a while she allowed the girl to indulge herself. Control would pass soon enough but she loved Ella's raw enthusiasm. She was practically gagging as she deep throated her. "Hot lil thing, aren't ya?" she rasped. Her long fingernails scraped along Ella's scalp as her grip tightened. She pulled her face harder against her groin, her hips gently thrusting into that perfect, suckling mouth. When Ella choked a little, she held her close and forced her black cock even deeper into her throat. Tears stained Ella's eyes as their gazes met. But her doe eyed stare was telling her that the harder the better. Keisha responded by picking up the pace, her thrusts becoming firmer as her intent grew. She was growling now and the end was close. She was fucking Ella's mouth so hard now that the girl's body was bouncing backwards, thudding into the door behind her. Ella didn't care. The woman was close and Ella wasn't going to let her stop until she had that girl-cum. When she felt Keisha first tense, then thrust harder than ever, she felt the moment arrive. It took one more tug of her mouth for her to erupt between Ella's sucking lips. She eagerly took each burst, greedily swallowing each eruption before readying herself for more. Keisha didn't stop, holding her head steady as she continued to thrust her girl-cock back and forth in her waiting mouth. Ella took it all... Eventually Keisha fell back against the wall, her need temporarily sated. Ella pulled away but when a drop of cum escaped down her chin, she caught it with the tip of her finger. Staring upwards doe-eyed again, she placed the finger between her lips and sucked it clean. Keisha groaned her approval. The black girl-cock was still semi erect and Ella couldn't resist. She dropped her lips back over the mushroom head again to make sure the woman had nothing more to give. Her cheeks hollowed as she gently sucked at the tip Keisha's hands found her hair again as—amazingly—she began to grow in Ella's mouth again. "Didn't expect that, did ya," she heard the woman's firm voice rasp down at her. "Okay, baby, round two..." * "Well?" Dani asked, pulling her dark hair onto the top of her head with one hand. She rested the other on her hip as she turned to face her friend, deliberately shooting Ella her smokiest look. "Sexy?" Dark Temptation Ella flicked her appreciative eyes up her best friend's body and then slowly back down again, taking in every detail. Her multi coloured tube top clung to her body tighter than a lovers embrace, complemented by the short black skirt and thigh length black boots. Dani looked hot, but then, she always looked hot to Ella. The two women had become occasional lovers soon after she had moved to Brighton and it was only then that Ella had discovered the wonderfully wicked and delightfully raw, dirty, sexy imagination that lay underneath the Oriental woman's cute exterior. But more than that, Dani was also a good friend, and Ella had called around to her apartment to talk to her about what had happened with Keisha. Dani always seemed to instinctively know the right thing to do. The problem was that she was getting ready to meet a couple of girlfriends in town and didn't have much time to chat. That was so disappointing, Ella pouted to herself, especially with her friend looking so hot. A wonderful tingle slowly made its way down her spine. Just looking at Dani had her feeling the need again. It was said that sex was the best cure for a headache, wasn't it? And right now Ella definitely needed a cure. Her head had felt like it was about to explode ever since she had awoken this morning, the result of mixing high strength weed with all that alcohol. But there had been an upside... The drugs and booze had heightened her feelings during her encounter in the bathroom stall with Keisha. Even the softest teasing touch from the woman had left her panting for more. The recollections instantly flooded back. Normally after a night out, Ella was unable to remember much after ten o'clock but this morning her memories were as clear as a crisp, bright Autumn's day. Keisha had been hot even before she had revealed her hidden talents. That slender body, those amazing breasts, the sassy, controlling attitude had pressed every one of Ella's buttons. But then she had exposed herself. Holy fuck! Lust flooded through her as she crept up behind Dani. If she wanted to take her mind off Keisha, what better way than this? She reached underneath her Oriental friend's arms to cup her perky breasts, kneading them through the multi coloured tube top. Dani shrieked in surprise and then laughed as she spun away and ran a hand through her dark hair. Her face was a little flushed. "Ella, you are wicked..." "Of course I am," the younger girl grinned, biting her lip coyly. The need was clear in her eyes and she gave Dani one of those looks. Yes, she had wanted to talk to her friend about her thoughts, get a second opinion, but right now her mind had moved on. Keisha was a bit too out there, even for her. Sure, she had always been open-minded, but no matter how hot Keisha was, she should put this behind her. She nodded to herself as she made up her mind, but when she turned back to smile provocatively at Dani, it was too late. Her friend had reached for her keys and taken her by the arm. "You know I love you, baby..." she murmured. She propelled Ella towards the door and as her friend petulantly pouted, she laughed playfully and kissed her on the nose. "But I can't, not now, even for you. I really have to go, babe..." * A million thoughts flowed through Ella's mind as she sauntered slowly along the street. She wasn't sure where she was going, she was just trying to keep her mind off sex until she got home. She whimpered to herself as she walked. Her body felt sensitive, on edge. The need was burning deeper than ever inside her hot tight body. As soon as she got back to her place she'd be using her favourite vibe. She had to get rid of this burning frustration. Visiting Dani hadn't been a good idea after all. They hadn't had the opportunity to talk about the feelings Keisha had engendered in her and just the sight of her friend had left her even hornier than ever. A voice out of nowhere broke up her daydreams as she floated down the quiet street. "Get in." Ella started with surprise. She had been so lost in her thoughts that she hadn't even realised the car had drawn level with her. When she recognized the dark eyes staring at her through the open driver's window her arousal levels suddenly took off into the stratosphere. "Get in, I said..." It was an order, not a request, and there was no denying the goosebumps that broke out across Ella's body. Ella stood transfixed, momentarily confused, yet even as she returned the stare her legs began to carry her towards the car. When Keisha pushed the passenger door open, she obediently slid inside. The small car smoothly accelerated away before she had time to fasten the seatbelt and it snaked around two corners before Keisha spoke again. "Been missing me?" Her eyes remained fixed on the road, with not even the courtesy of a second glance at Ella as she spoke. It wasn't a question, it was a statement, and Ella couldn't draw her eyes away from the ebony skinned woman. Her breasts were bursting out of the top of her blouse, almost begging to be released. Her shorts were so tight they could have been sprayed on. And, yes, it was there ... yes it was ... that provocative bulge... Keisha's hand drifted down to her lap as Ella watched. Even without looking she was well aware of the direction of the younger girl's gaze and she teased the outline of her bulge with her fingernail she drove. Ella shifted uncomfortably in her seat and tried to draw her eyes away. She couldn't. The bulge was growing bigger. She tried to put on a confident air but her voice quivered as she spoke. "Where are we going...?" "Somewhere quiet," Keisha murmured, her lips curling in a wicked grin. "I'm gonna give ya what you've been dreamin' about ever since we met..." Ella fell quiet, stunned. Only the steady thrum of the engine cut through the growing fog of arousal inside her confused head. Keisha's words reverberated around her mind but she couldn't think straight. When she turned to look at the woman beside her again, Keisha's grin widened even further. She was enjoying Ella's bemused reaction. "Ya know, I'm very selective," she murmured, instinctively knowing which buttons to press. "Ya should be proud of yaself. Something or someone has to really peak my interest for me to want to domme 'em." Domme? Ella's goosebumps turned into a hot sweat. She bit down on her bottom lip, pouting like an unhappy schoolgirl. "I ... I'm not really a proper sub..." she protested, looking up wide eyed out of the tops of her eyes. She should be remonstrating with this woman, letting her know she couldn't be pushed around. But however confident she tried to sound, she could hear the weakness in her tone. "I just enjoy it sometimes..." she lamely finished, defensively crossing her arms over her chest. Keisha laughed harshly, ignoring Ella's inadequate protest. It was as if she could see right through the younger girl. "So I could tell from the other night," she rasped, reaching across with one hand and playing with a loose strand of dark hair. "I've had some good cocksuckers in my time but ya up there with the best, hun." Ella shuddered. She'd been brought up in London in the midst of strong—really strong—black women. Women who were the bosses of their families, their streets, sometimes even whole estates. Ella loved that forcefulness. It was hot. It was sexy. Those women were tough, they took no shit, and they got what they wanted when they wanted it. She bit her lip again at the recollection. Keisha would have fitted in perfectly. The fingers playing with her hair suddenly tightened in her locks. As usual, Keisha was reading the signs perfectly again. She casually rested one hand on the steering wheel as they hit a quiet bit of road and used the other to turn Ella's face towards her. "The moment I saw ya in that club, I wanted ya in every single way I could get ya," she said, a soft yet knowing smile on her face. "And look at ya now. I just love the way ya look in that lil pink outfit..." She nonchalantly slid the hand in Ella's hair downwards and cupped her pert breast through the fabric of her thin top. She manipulated it, flicking the hard nipple with her thumb, as if daring Ella to resist. Instead, the younger girl moaned softly. "I love the way ya always up for it, too, hun," Keisha continued. Her hand left Ella's breast and dropped to her lap. "I can love ya and fuck ya all day long when ya look like that. Ya'd love that too, huh?" She began to tug the hem of the pink dress upwards. Ella didn't resist. The woman's powerful way of talking reminded her of her upbringing and made her want to obey, to do anything that firm tone asked of her. "Why don't we pull up that dress and lemme see ya in just those cute little panties? I wanna see my lil toy's cameltoe staring at me." Ella felt faint. It was as if Keisha's voice was the only thing cutting through the pink fog of lust filling her brain. It was intoxicating. She looked down slowly as the dark hand dragged the hem of her dress up her smooth thighs, exposing her pink lace thong. It was as if she was mesmerized. Keisha took her thong between her fingers and yanked the material, letting out a playful laugh as it moved between Ella's lips. "Mmm now that's more like it," she murmured. There was still some amusement in her voice but there was also something else now, a definite hint of arousal. The feel of the fabric pressing against Ella's already overly sensitive pussy was almost too much. Her eyes rolled and her body squirmed as the woman worked the thong slowly back and forth against her. "Look at that thing!" Keisha almost purred. They both stared downwards, hypnotically watching the material bunch up. Ella's pussy lips bulged down either side of the thong and she moaned out loud. All rational thoughts were being pushed out of her mind as the surges of pleasure coursed through her. This woman knew exactly how to exert control over her. "God," she heard Keisha mutter. "I'm going to enjoy this body so fuckin' much." Ella arched her body. Her head fell back into the seat. It was impossible to think straight, or even at all. Her mind had switched off completely. Keisha was tugging the panties out of her labial lips and all she wanted was the index finger the woman was slowly inserting her inside her. Oh fuck! It was too hot, too good. "I almost forgot what a tight little thing ya are," Keisha mumbled. There was a touch of amusement in her voice but this time it was almost clouded by the thickness of her tone. She was feeling it too, and almost lost control as she took a corner slightly too fast. With a sideways grin, she straightened the car and effortlessly worked her long black finger further inside Ella. "Guess who plans on fucking her toy's brains out twenty four-seven," she rasped, driving the finger in as far as her second knuckle. "Feeding ya body black dick at all times. Ya want that, don't ya baby?" Ella closed her eyes. Her head was swimming. This was all too much and she would have agreed to anything. It was easier to let herself go, to give in to the pleasure shooting through her. With a weak moan, she parted her thighs wider and pressed her shoulders back into the chair. Keisha's voice grew harsher as she continued to expand on how she was going to use her body. Ella could hardly take it in. She had lifted her hips and was gyrating on the thick black finger. She didn't know—didn't care—how this incredible woman could concentrate on the road while she was finger fucking her. She groped her own breast through her top, whimpering compliantly as Keisha's expert fingers kept her on edge. That firm tone was sending messages to her oversexed brain, talking to her as if she was trash. She knew exactly what Ella needed to hear. That she was hers now ... hers to break ... to remould ... to make into her ditzy lil fucktoy. * The orgasm Ella needed was fast approaching when Keisha spotted a side road leading up into the deserted South Downs. It was raining now and the turning was almost on them. There wasn't even a street light in sight. She pulled the car left, fought with the curling bend and then pulled to a shuddering stop halfway along the narrow track. Turning towards Ella, she yanked down the zip on her shorts. Her velvet like voice seemed to fill the car. "Come on baby, take it out. My favorite new fuck toy wants to worship Keisha's black veiny girl-cock, doesn't she? You've been thinking about this ever since you sucked on it in the club..." Ella gave a weak moan. She briefly wondered if she should protest, make some kind of token objection, but it was impossible. Any thought of resistance was long gone. They both knew that. "Such a good lil girl," Keisha continued. "So weak aren't ya? My lil piece of putty to mould. Such a horny hot lil girl, slave to ya body and a slave to my girl-dick.' Ella stared into Keisha's dark eyes as her trembling fingers reached out. Everything the ebony skinned woman had said was true. There wasn't any point in denying it. Ella could feel herself salivating as she pulled the shorts far enough apart for her to release the prize she wanted more than anything. She stared at the black meat for a second, lost in the moment before lust overwhelmed her and a moan escaped her lips. She dipped her head to take the dark girl-cock into her mouth, letting her lips slide slowly as far down the shaft as she could, so that she could savour every wonderful inch. Keisha gasped out loud. She'd fucked lots of women—some had been up for it, some had been reluctant, and others had needed convincing. But none had been quite like this girl. The almost desperate way Ella had compliantly dived for her veiny black girl-cock made her toes curl. This one had cracked completely, so quickly. She was putty in her hands. Her pretty head was already bobbing enthusiastically in her lap and saliva was dripping from her hungry mouth onto Keisha's long thick shaft. Corrupting this one was going to be even easier than she thought. As she felt the incredible effect of Ella's pierced tongue, she reached down to run a hand through the girl's gorgeous hair. She gathered it firmly between her fingers, holding it so tightly that she forced that beautiful head to be still. As Ella's confused eyes flickered upwards to find hers, she grinned at her and nodded. The hard upward thrust she gave took the startled girl by surprise. She did it a second time, forcing inch after inch of black meat down her throat, loving the feeling of the tongue stud scraping along her flesh. Her fingers gripped Ella's hair more tightly, holding her head in position and not allowing the girl to pull back at all as she relentlessly thrust deeper. "Mmm, yeah, that's it, let Keisha fuck that mouth. Keep it open and keep that fucking tongue out! I want ya drooling all over it baby!" Ella's whole body must have been aching in her uncomfortable position but Keisha didn't care. She was going to use that cute lil mouth anyway she wanted. This was her prize, her toy and the needy gurgling sounds from the girl's throat only made her thrust harder. She gripped Ella's hair in both hands now, pulling it tight against the younger girl's scalp as she rammed her girl-cock between those pink lips. She began to talk to her between each thrust, telling her how needy, how weak she was and that she was going to remould her. "Whose lil fucktoy are you..." She pulled out almost all the way, leaving only the tip on Ella's lips, and then pumped her hips forward hard, making the girl grunt. "Ya need this black cock so badly, huh?" This time she thrust so hard that Ella's eyes watered a little and she almost gagged. "You're gonna get it twenty four-seven, baby..." Her words drove home the message into the younger girl's impressionable mind with the same speed that her girl-cock thrust down her throat. The combination was impossible to resist. This young beauty was hers to do anything she wanted. When Ella gagged again, she dragged the girl's head upwards and stared into those beautiful eyes. They were foggy, clouded by lust. The full length of her hard veiny cock was covered with the girl's saliva and she teasingly rubbed the tip across Ella's pouting pink lips again. But when she tried to take it in her mouth, she yanked the pretty head backwards. She had other things in mind. "Get out of the car..." Ella's eyes went wide with alarm. She stared out of the passenger-side window—it was raining hard now—and then back at Keisha. "What?" she managed to stammer through her pink haze of confusion. Keisha just laughed at her. Cupping the girl's chin, she stared deeply into her eyes and used two fingers to force her mouth open. There was no resistance. Her eyes narrowed as she spit onto Ella's tongue, making her swallow before kissing her deeply. "Don't worry, baby, I'm not leaving ya here," she whispered. "I'm gonna fuck ya. Outside. Now. I'll let ya decide how you wanna get fucked. Just get in any position ya want and get that pussy ready." * Ella's heels caught in the rubble and mud of the old track as she shuffled her way outside the car. She held onto the side of the vehicle to steady herself, turning her face away from the pounding droplets of heavy rain. Within seconds her meagre clothes were plastered to her body, outlining every sweet curve. Her long hair was soaked through in an instant and matted her normally immaculate locks against her head. Raindrops dripped from her hair onto her face and she brushed them away as she swung around. But even as she was half turned, Keisha was on her like a hungry animal. She pushed Ella forward against the car, so forcefully that the girl had to put her hands out onto the hood to prevent herself from hurting herself. "Here, baby," she rasped, reaching under the hem of Ella's dress and practically ripping her skimpy thong from her young body. "This where ya gonna get fucked. Against the car." The words bounced around Ella's hazy brain. It wouldn't be the first time she had been fucked in the rain over a car bonnet on tracks in the South Downs. But in those distant days, it had been after long nights of clubbing. Her head had been spinning from a heady mix of drink, drugs and fun and she'd been with guys she could barely remember... This was different. She needed this and she needed it now, despite the consequences. They were insignificant right now. The heat inside her body was rising to temperatures that were out of her control. The craving to obey, to do what she'd been told, was overwhelming. So was the anticipation of having that thick black girl-dick inside her. Keisha had read her right all along. She was nothing more than her fuck toy. Like the bitch in heat she was, she placed both palms flat on the smooth, wet metal of the car and pushed her ass into the air. She ran her tongue around her lips provocatively as she sent Keisha a sultry gaze over her shoulder. She was gonna be fucked doggie style... Keisha reacted instantly by reaching out and grabbing a handful of her wet hair. She wrapped strand after strand around her fingers as she stepped up behind her and then painfully yanked her head backwards, letting Ella know exactly who was in charge. "Get that cute lil ass higher..." She used the outside of each foot to kick Ella's legs even wider apart and pushed down on her neck, forcing the girl's head sideways against the cold wet metal of the car bonnet. Rain splattered against the metal and ran down Ella's face. "Back it up, ya little whore," Keisha snarled. "Show me how much you crave this black dick." When she felt the large mushroom head against her opening, Ella's legs quivered beneath her. Her heart felt like it might explode. Dark Temptation But when Keisha began to push, fireworks went off behind her eyes... She closed her hazy eyes to better savour the sensations and found herself whimpering with each forward push. It took three passes before Keisha was deep inside. The wonderful piece of black meat was bigger and thicker than anything she'd experienced. Keisha was feeling it, too. "God, baby," she groaned. "I've never had a pussy this tight before. " Then Keisha was fucking her, in the driving rain, hard and fast. Her hips slapped against Ella's ass with each forward pump of her hips, the sheer force pushing Ella forward against the cold wet metal of the car. There was no let up. This was raw fucking at its best. She used the weight of her upper body to press down on Ella and bent the girl so far forward that her perky tits were pushed flat on the bonnet and her tight ass stuck up lewdly into the air. When Ella's head bounced and slid painfully against the hood, she dragged it up by the hair and continued to pummel her without breaking stride. Ella found herself wondering if Keisha was always like this—a fucking machine that showed no signs of fatigue. She had no idea how long the ferocious onslaught lasted but every second made her heart beat even faster. Keisha took her through orgasm after orgasm without even drawing breath and she lost count of how many times she came. Then the ebony skinned woman was growling in her ear. "I am gonna enjoy making this pussy mine..." "I'm gonna film ya baby. Yeah? You'd like that, lil Ella...?" "Tying ya up and using you on camera? A lil whore for black dick, always begging and craving for it..." "A permanently horny lil slut to use how I choose..." The words did their work every bit as much as the driving piece of black meat inside her tight pussy. They echoed through the darkness, bounced around Ella's mind, until she felt like she was blacking out. Only then did Keisha slow the pace, eventually pulling her still hard girl-cock from Ella's body and turning her around. As Ella stared into those hungry eyes, Keisha roughly gripped her soaked-through dress down and ripped it apart. Her hands reached for Ella's wet bra and dragged the cups upwards, exposing her pert breasts to the driving rain. "Well, well, will ya look at those," she rasped, licking her lips as if she were ready to devour the feast on offer. She pulled the snapped straps from Ella's body and discarded the bra onto the muddy ground beside them. Her dark fingers twisted the girl's swollen nipples as she closed in for a sex-fuelled kiss. Ella complied with a lust soaked moan as her lips met Keisha's and the kiss turned deeper and even more passionate. "We ain't finished yet..." Keisha whispered, pulling their lips apart and biting down on Ella's bottom lip. Without warning, she pulled the girl's legs up to her waist and rammed her girl-cock home again with unerring accuracy. Ella's startled scream of pleasure overload was loud enough to have been heard by anyone within the vicinity, despite the storm. But in the open countryside, at night, they were safe enough. Ella didn't care. She was helpless and all that mattered was the big black dick thrusting inside her. "Ya know what, baby?" Keisha grunted between each powerful forward thrust. "When eventually I'm finished with ya, my girl friends are gonna love degrading a lil sexy thing like you..." Ella melted inside again. She heard the words but nothing was registering in her mind for more than a nano-second. How could it be when this dominant woman was fucking her in the driving rain like she'd never been fucked before? Keisha had told her she'd film her tied up and if she closed her eyes she was on a movie set, with the woman's friends waiting their turn. As the illicit images solidified in her head, she began to thrust back. The car began to rock under their frantic combined efforts. Her hips squirmed back in heat as she lost herself, with only the driving girl-cock and the vivid images Keisha had created occupying her mind. "Yeah," she gasped, digging her nails into Keisha's skin. Her body was shuddering in lust as yet another orgasm closed in. "Like that..." The rain was so hard across her face that she had to squint to see Keisha. Those full breasts were visible through her now see-through blouse and bra. The way they bounced with every thrust was so fucking sexy. Everything about this woman was so fucking sexy... She screamed out another climax—a rag doll capable of the most intense orgasms. Everything around her was blurred with pleasure. The car rocked, her body bounced and the woman who was fucking her took her to another high. Only the next orgasm mattered. She had no idea how the black girl-dick could remain so hard but as long as it continued that way she would stay Keisha's fucktoy forever. * The next few days had been a hazy blur for Ella. Memories had returned over and over again of that fateful night. She had experienced some amazing sex in her young life. Dani, Gabriella, Steven and Marlon had all taken her to highs she had never experienced before. But not one of them could compare to Keisha. The ebony skinned beauty had taken her again and again that night—against the car, in the driving rain, fucking her until she was completely exhausted and then using her tight body some more. Each time the recollections flooded back—at home, in the office, even out shopping—the need to sate herself began to build inside her hot little body again. She had no idea what time Keisha had eventually taken her back home. The sun had just been rising out from above the sea and the town was slowly coming back to life around them. As much as she normally loved that time of day, this time the streets just flew by as the fog of arousal failed to shift. Something had changed, been forced inside her... The wind had taken the storm away from the town as the car had cut its way back through the streets. Keisha had driven casually, one hand on the steering wheel and the other stroking Ella's drenched hair. Yet she hadn't spoken a single word from the time they'd begun the journey to the moment she had dropped her off at Ella's front door. Ella had watched the car disappear down the street, trying to make sense of everything that had happened. She had felt ... what was the saying? ... well and truly fucked and giggled to herself softly at the thought. There wasn't even the slightest chance she'd be in any state for work that day. She needed time to recover and get herself back together. Or at least attempt to. She felt far too foggy, aroused, and was feeling as sexy as she had ever done in her young life. Maybe after a quick shower? And yet the shower had ended up lasting over an hour. One happy climax had been swiftly followed by another until Ella had slumped down happily, letting the warm water splash down over her still shuddering body as she purred in delight. Three days later and the feelings were every bit as intense. She'd be in big trouble if she didn't make it into work again today and yet she lay on her bed with her crumpled night dress around her lithe hips, her slender legs spread wide, and her eager fingers working relentlessly between her thighs. Through her fog of arousal, she could almost see Keisha's mesmerising eyes smiling down at her, feel that thick meaty girl-cock inside her, hear her throaty voice relentlessly drilling all those degrading—and yet wonderful, sexy—phrases to her over and over again. But the hot black woman had left her with more than mere memories. As Ella had stumbled out of her car, Keisha had scribbled down her address and telephone number and handed the piece of paper to her. She hadn't needed to tell Ella to call her. That was a given. This girl was helpless now and Keisha knew it. As soon as the climax had rippled through her, Ella glanced at the clock and quickly dressed. She didn't care about work anymore—it was impossible to focus on anything other than the last few days. She smoothed down the fabric of her white blouse and admired herself in the mirror. It clung to body tightly, three buttons undone to show off a little cleavage of her unbound breasts. Combined with the tight short black mini skirt, her figure was shown off to perfection. The four inch heels lifted and shaped her legs and her big hooped earrings gave her appearance that little extra oomph. "Mmm, baby, you look delish," she giggled to herself as she applied a fresh coat of lipstick to her pouting lips and then fluffed her styled hair. She knew she looked sexy in that slutty kind of way that she loved and her entire body was tingling in excitement. Keisha was going to approve. She blew herself a kiss in the mirror and then slipped out of the door into the fresh sunlight. The sun beat down on her face, sending warm quivers down her already over eroticised body. Just the anticipation of seeing Keisha again had her floating on a tide of sexual arousal. Whistling a happy tune to herself, she swung her small clutch in her hand as she absent mindedly made her way through the streets. It was a good twenty minutes before she reached her destination but the time passed in a nano-second. Even the admiring glances she'd continually attracted as she'd walked along hadn't disturbed her focus. Her heart began to pound into her chest as she turned into the street. The sound of her heels slowed as she saw it before her ... it was unmistakeable ... Keisha's car ... definitely hers. She stroked her fingers along the bonnet, the same cool metal Keisha had roughly bent her double over and fucked her to oblivion. The rush of pleasure as the memories flooded back was so almost too much to take and she had to rest her body against the side of the car until she regained her composure. Several careful steps later, she had somehow climbed the three steps to the door that beckoned her. Her eyes were full of lust and need as her unsteady finger reached up to ring the doorbell... Dark Temptations of Trust As I recall we last left off with a blindfold being placed over my eyes. Since trust was hugely emphasized at the beginning of this adventure I quickly conceded. The driver carefully placed the black satin just so, giving my cheek a gentle, adoring stroke letting me know all was well. We were off to places unknown, and my heart was racing nearly as much as my mind. As the wheels turned below me, a soft melodic sound filled my ears. It was too faint to decipher, yet something about it felt familiar. "Sir, what is that tune playing? Could you please turn it up?" For some reason I could feel him smile. He said nothing, but I knew deep down that his face showed great approval. The music was instantly amped and the most beautiful rendition of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata filled the air. "How did he know?" I mused, quiet and under my breath. "He knows far more than you can imagine young lady," the driver quickly replied catching me off guard. As I rode I listened to the Sonata with wicked delight. Something happens within me whenever I hear those notes, and that potent crescendo. Beethoven in my opinion was something supernatural. Without hearing, he managed to reach a spot in the human ear that most couldn't possibly begin to reach. In turn, he managed to embrace the very spot in my soul that bled passionate and pure. With every treble and each calculated measure my excitement grew. As the notes enmeshed and mingled into a fine masterpiece my pleasure equally rose, keeping up tempo and stride. If one listens carefully to this particular sonata one would easily equate it to the hedonic tones of raw, undulating sex. Pure, passionate, beautiful, and moving. There was something in the way the music made the nerves in my body sharpen. With each bump and dip of the road my delicate nipples were relentlessly stimulated. The velvet and lace of my corset acting as lips against my skin. The cool, smooth texture of my silky skirt danced against my bare lips like nimble slippers, gliding and bouncing in time. I felt so vulnerable, and so alive. I could feel the goddess in me breaking from her shell. This would indeed be a night to remember. Losing my sense of restriction and boundaries I was not surprised when my hands instinctually began to inch up the fabric of my skirt. Were I subdued enough the driver might not notice. With liquid motions my hands gracefully liberated my body from the shroud of material. Feeling audacious and naughty, a part of me almost wished the driver was watching my every move. Perhaps he would even derive some carnal pleasure from the show I was about to put on. Yes, that was my desire. Pleasure. Emanating from me, surrounding me and infecting all those near. With every ambition of catching the drivers attention, I carefully spread my stocking clad legs to give him a proper view. I positioned my body as close to centered in the back seat as I could imagine. Being without sight was somewhat of a disadvantage. Feeling brave I began to straighten my stockings, putting on quite the spectacle. "Driver," I inquired, "can you tell me something please?" "Yes, ma'am" he courteously replied. "Are these seams straight? I want to look my best for my host when I arrive." Once again I could hear the smile inflected in his voice as my legs spread for him. My delicate hands traipsing up the inside of my thighs, resting on my glistening slit that was now quite moist with anticipation. I felt the car slow, and I knew without a shadow of a doubt that his attention was divided between the road and the beautiful sight that had just opened to his eyes. "Yy.y..yes Mistress." He stammered for a moment before gathering his words. "You look, perfect. I can tell the Master will be quite pleased with his guest this evening." "Thank you driver" I replied sincerely. "You're a wonderful man. I trust your judgment." At that moment something within me broke. All limitations and rules I had set before departure were gone. As the air hit my exposed and hungry cunt I felt the most insatiable compulsion to have release. I needed to be on display, and I yearned to be a cherished piece of art, relished and savored, coveted. Breathing in deeply with a savory sigh, my fingers began to stroke the outlines of my canvas. Painting vividly the structure of my pleasure. Brushing in deep shades of fleshy pink, circling the rose of my sex with milky paints streaming from within, I brought myself to my very first orgasm. Thrusting and rocking against the leather seat below me, finally sinking in, swallowed by the waves of victory. "My goodness mistress, you're quite the artist." It was like he knew what was in my mind. I smiled. "If you would miss, lean forward and extend your hand. I have something to share with you." "Yes, driver, as you wish." I followed his request. As I carefully leaned forward and offered my hand I felt his there to greet me. Without hesitation he kissed the soft skin and breathed in the scent. Kissing the top of my hand again, he now carefully took my fingers into his mouth, kissing and tasting the elixir left from my recent endeavor. "Mmm, sweet and perfect. The master will be very happy indeed. If you can make me this happy (taking my hand and placing it over his solid smooth cock) imagine what you will do when you're the guest of honor." Not being able to resist I closed my grasp around his warm, tumescent prick. Whispering into his ear, I thanked him kindly for the lovely ride and his hospitable ways. Stroking him in silence, with my streamy breath upon his neck seemed to be all the thanks he needed. I felt his skin tighten and pulse, I knew that he wasn't far from release. With one final affirmation of how extraordinary his shaft felt in my hands and how wet it was making my tight little pussy, he exploded. I could hear his breath stagger, deep and heavy. "Mistress, you must conserve your energy. You will need it this evening, I assure you." "Very well driver," I affirmed with a sweet grin and a gracious kiss to his cheek. Once again leaning back and settling into my seat. My nipples still hard as rocks and my clitoris swollen and needy. To be Continued...