was on a paved road but the heat from the asphalt made it unbearable.

They pulled onto a dirt road lined with trees that looked hundreds of years old. He could see a big house in the distance and his body ached with exhaustion and relief that his uncomfortable ordeal was over. He was literally dying of thirst and his body was dehydrated. Little did he know that the worst was ahead of him. He was starving and felt as if he would pass out. He passed fields with workers, white men attired in the same sack clothing, who didn’t even look up, they appeared to be drones or robots, lifeless almost, working . . . like slaves.

He was led inside and into the parlor where Mistress Emmanuelle stood to greet him. “Chuck, what a pleasure to meet you, do come in.” She extended her hand pulled out a chair. Charles stood, staring her down.

To say that Emmanuelle was breathtaking was an understatement. She was one of the most gorgeous women he had ever seen in his life. Her severe black suit hugged her curves. She sat behind an enormous, antique oak desk with all the modern technological advances that money could buy and pulled out a file. She quoted every asset he had, the names and addresses of the Board of Directors from his job, and produced a copy of his credit report and slid it towards him. His gaze was fixed and intense and he didn’t make a move. He wanted to end this game and go home. The money he lost would be an expensive lesson learned but he wanted to call it all off. Never again, he swore to himself, would he let his delusions of submission rule his actions. Never again.

“You’ll excuse me won’t you, Chuck?” She leaned into the intercom and said, “Send in Chambers.” The expansive French doors opened and a white man entered, avoiding looking at Charles. He assumed a prone position on the floor and Mistress Emmanuelle stepped out from behind the desk. Lifting her skirt and turning her back to Charles, she obscenely squatted over the man’s face and lowered her bare pussy to his mouth. Charles stared at her full backside, unable to take his eyes from the scene before him as he watched the Black woman unleash a torrent of piss in the man’s mouth. The man swallowed, trying to drink as much of her hot urine as he could. When she finished pissing, she turned to face Charles and maintaining the most intense eye contact, she again lowered herself until she was sitting directly on the man’s face. He lapped at the droplets of piss that lingered on her sumptuous cunt lips and drove his tongue deep inside her. Grabbing a fistful of hair, Emmanuelle held his head between her thighs like a vice, essentially fucking herself on his mouth. She put her asshole directly over his nose and mouth and slowly began to grind her butt ever so detectably. Charles swallowed hard as he could see a crimson color start to cover the sub’s body, evidence that he was indeed being suffocated. His body was beginning to thrash around on the floor but he held steadfast in his coveted position as cushion for the lovely brown bottom that was riding his face.

Vote: Total Votes: 6 Steamy (1 vote) Hot (2 votes) Blazing (3 votes)

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