Chapter 7

Lewis: Deanna arrived at my apartment with her overnight bag and a crappy attitude.  The last thing I needed was for her to piss off Rodney and get the whole weekend off to a bad start. 

“What’s your problem?” I asked in as stern a voice as I could muster.

Deanna kept her eyes on the floor as she mumbled something about not liking Rodney. 

“You don’t have to like Rodney.  I expect that after this weekend you REALLY won’t like him, but you can’t let that show.”

“I don’t want to get fucked in my ass,” Deanna said. 

“Oh, so that’s the problem,” I said.  “I knew it wasn’t just Rodney.  Come here.”

She didn’t move.

I almost ran over to her and grabbed her arm as she backed into the kitchen table.  “Don’t fend me off; I want you to come into the bedroom.”  She fought back as I pulled her arm and really got me aggravated.  “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I yelled at her and I grabbed her arm again and spun her around, knocking her to the floor.

“I don’t want to get fucked in the ass,” Deanna said as she continued to fight me.  I reached for her hair and with a solid fistful began dragging her across the floor toward the bedroom.  She screamed and tried to reach up to grab my arm, but I yanked even harder and she reached for the wall to brace herself.  I dragged her all the way to the bed and lifted her by her hair and threw her down. 

“Look, if you want out, there’s the door,” I yelled at her.  “I don’t want you here against your will, but if you stay, it’s on my terms.  Do you understand?”

She cried and held her head but nodded to me.

“Say it!” I screamed at her.  “Tell me that you want to be here, you want to be a whore wife for me with Rodney’s clients, and you want them, each and every one of them, to fuck your ass as much as they like.  Say it.”

“I’ve never been fucked in the ass, Lewis.  I’m scared,” she whimpered without looking up.  “I want to be here, but I don’t know if I can take it in the ass.  I’ve never even tried.”

I just stared at her.  I looked at the clock next to the bed.  Rodney wasn’t due for another hour, so I sat next to her and stroked her head gently.

“Well let’s fix that right now.”

Deanna:  I tried to stop crying as Lewis stroked my hair, but I just couldn’t stop.  So much had happened in the few weeks since that fateful night in the bar that I just felt completely overwhelmed.  I’d seen enough porn to know what the weekend would hold for me with both Lewis and Rodney taking me at the same time.  I’d never been into anal sex and didn’t even like Ted sticking his finger in my ass when we were making love.  I had no idea how big Rodney’s cock was but I knew exactly how big Lewis’s was and the idea that he would get it in my ass struck me as ludicrous.  I contemplated leaving.

And yet I knew I didn’t want to leave.  My prior life left me empty and numb.  I hadn’t realized just how numb I’d been with Ted and my job and my white-bread vision of a life lived in the most predictable way imaginable.  Lewis had connected with a part of me I didn’t know existed, but that I knew was the antidote for the unmitigated banality of my existence.  He showed me the part of me that craved intensity; passionate, relentless intensity.  Something deep inside me had been struck by the intensity of the abuse I was enduring.  Something deep inside me wanted, needed to be defiled and degraded, to make me feel alive, to make me feel feminine.  To make me who I needed to be.

“Can you be gentle with me?  Just this once?” I asked Lewis through my tears. 

“I can,” he said softly, “but I won’t.  I don’t want you to ever think that any of this is about you.”  He pointed at his hard, black cock.  “This,” he said, “is always about me, not you.”

“Just this once?” I pleaded.

“No.”

Lewis: I knew this was a crucial time in the process of mastering Deanna.  If I was gentle with her, I would be sending the wrong message, she would be learning the wrong lesson, and Rodney would not be pleased.  I knew this was important and now Deanna knew it if only subconsciously. 

The problem was I didn’t really want to hurt her, at least not too much.  A little pain is always in order for white bitches taken black cock – it’s a big part of the attraction.  Oh, I know some girls get off on the whole forbidden aspect of mixing the races, although I’ve never known a black girl to think about that – they’re just in it for the money.  Deanna had a little of those tendencies, but it was more from lack of experience than cultural heritage.  Southern girls are into the forbidden angle big-time. 

A lot of girls don’t like ass-fucking because they find it degrading.  I knew Deanna was into the degradation (most white women were in my experience) so I knew that would work to our advantage once we popped her cherry. 

The other problem was that I’m not really into ass-fucking all that much.  I’ll do it, but a silky white cunt is my first hole of choice.  The dark passage has just never been my thing.  But I knew a lot of clients will insist on it, so it can’t just be on the menu, it has to be automatic. 

I grabbed Deanna’s hair and face-fucked her violently, just to set the mood.  I grabbed my belt and pinned her arms behind her back as I jammed my cock into her mouth, then I wrapped my belt around her wrists and secured it.  She squirmed and tried to protest but I just kept ramming the head of my cock into the back of her throat and forced her to focus on breathing. 

Now that she was helpless, I knew she would panic if I didn’t get it over with quickly, so I spun her around and entered her cunt for a little natural lube.  She was almost hysterical as I entered her, but she calmed down a little as I violently fucked her cunt.  She wasn’t all that wet, so I stayed with her cunt for a few minutes to get her juices flowing.  She rode my cock through the dryness and started really putting out the cunt juices, so I figured there was no time like the present to do the dirty deed in the dirty hole.

I had her legs pinned against my chest and her ankles over my shoulders as she lay on her back with her arms tied behind her.  She was moaning with pleasure as I fucked her cunt, but as soon as I grabbed my cock to position it at her dark entrance, she went back into full panic mode.

“Please don’t, Lewis, please don’t,” she kept saying over and over.  I ignored her and plunged my cock deep into her ass, right up to the hilt.  She screamed and I slapped her face hard.  She kept screaming as I fucked her ass as hard as I had been fucking her face and cunt, and I kept slapping her face and tits.  I started to worry about the noise, so I pulled out of her and went to her pile of clothes at the end of the bed and grabbed her panties.  I stuffed them in her mouth and told her not to move as I went to the kitchen for some duct tape.  I tried to tape her mouth shut as she squirmed until I yanked her hair hard to keep her still.  I rolled her on her stomach and spread her legs so I could really fuck her ass for all it was worth. 

Now that I was getting into it, I realized I really do like ass-fucking.

Deanna: Once the initial pain of having Lewis's big black cock in my ass subsided, I realized that I was really getting off on it.  My ass was tighter than my vagina and although it felt like Lewis’s cock would split me in two, the combination of pain, pleasure, and degradation was intoxicating.  I pushed back into him as he buried his monster cock deep in me and when he came and squirted his load deep into my bowels, I experienced the most intense orgasm of my life.

Lewis collapsed on my back, panting and heaving as he emptied his balls into me.  We were both sweating profusely, and he covered me almost completely with his body.  I gasped for air as the weight of him and the pressure of having my arms tied behind my back made it difficult to breathe.  I tried to roll him off me, but he refused to budge, forcing me to lay under him, his still-hard cock throbbing in my ass, his breath hot on my neck.  I was never more his than at this moment.  I was Lewis’s whore. 

Then Rodney walked into the bedroom