Chapter 1: Taking Control

Caution: This Erotic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft, Consensual, Heterosexual, Fiction, FemaleDom, Interracial, Black Female, White Male, First, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Cream Pie, Teacher/Student, Big Breasts, .

Desc: Erotic Sex Story: Chapter 1: Taking Control - This novel is for a dear friend of mine. It is a story he asked me to write of an aggressive young black girl (15-years-old) and a damaged shy, insecure older white man (34-year-old). The man and 'girl' are based on physically and emotionally descriptions given by him. WARNING! You must be 18 or over to read these stories of consensual sex between an adult and a minor. This story features characters under the age of 18. If you do not like such stories, please stop reading now!

It was boring she sat in the window watching traffic on the freeway for a while. The she stared at the empty windows next door. When the family moved out, they took even the drapes and blinds so she could see inside. Old wood paneling just like their house. It looked like a mirror reflection of their house – only in the reflection she wasn't sitting in the second story bay window. There was only about 5 feet between her bay window and the bay window on the other house. Looking around she jumped up and opened the door to the hall. Carefully she listened she could hear her mother singing down in the kitchen, the smell of stewed meat and vegetables floated in the air. She walked to the handrail and looked down at the stairs then out into the room.

No one was wondering about. Her dad's hat was gone so he was not home. Her mother's soft voice filled the air with the old hymn, "Nearer my God to Thee," Her mother sang with her angelic voice. Millie hated hymns and that shit; even so, she had walked the isle the year before at that big city wide event. That blonde man around forty, with his killer eyes, preached right at her. Every time he was on her side his eyes fixed on her. She knew he was talking to her. All about saving her soul and doing right. He moved her, his big blue eyes, blonde hair and that killer smile. When he saw her kneeling and praying, he came down and put his hands on her to bless the girl. Hand on her head he prayed for her as a powerful wave of emotion swept over her.

Kneeling there she glanced up and the button slipped through the hole and his coat opened. That was when she saw it, that big ole rock hard dick right through his suit pants she let out a soft, "She-It." He looked down re-buttoning his coat then winked at her. Kneeling beside her, he began to pray loud then said amen and whispered in her ear.

"I'm in room 21 at the Riverview come see me and I will pray with you tonight. Come just after midnight if you can slip away." It is possible he thought she was older than 14, most 14-year-old girls don't have double C cupped titties. Still her face was childlike and that should have told him. In the end, he wasn't nearly as devout as he was perverted. Millie knocked on his door at 12:30 having shimmed down the drain pipe next her room and run as fast as she could. He opened the door and smiled at her. He had on a robe and showed her in quickly. Looking around he closed the door confident no one saw her come in the room. He sweet talked her by telling her she was pretty on the outside and more beautiful on the inside. He touched her, softly carefully not in a sexual way. Offering her wine as 'sacrament' to seal her salvation with an impromptu tradition for very devout young women. They knelt on the floor his bible in front of them and he read her scriptures about the worth of women.

All the while his hand lightly soothingly moved over her back or touched her hair. Slowly he changed to a more sensuous touching. Between the emotion of her 'conversion, ' and the tension of craving something she knew was wrong she was on a teeter totter. He stopped reading the bible as they drank more of the ceremonial wine. Carefully he put the little pills in where she didn't see him do it. He would swish the wine around in the glass dissolving the pills. Millie drank the wine and it warmed her as did his hands. Honest religious fervor and white hot hormonal passion joined with the rape drug bringing her closer to a precipice. His skillful hands moved over her body pushing her nearer and near to the point of no return.

Clutching her to him he again began to pray a carefully crafted prayer he had used fifty or sixty times. "OH, Lord my God my needs have never been met. I have kept myself for you alone pure of heart and body, but you created fire in this girl. I feel it burning in her, burning through her flesh." He pushed his hand between her legs and Millie quivered from the exhilaration. "I know Lord you have ordained that she meet the needs I have buried deep inside. I see clearly that you have given us a special dispensation," He manipulated her hand under his robe where his colossal rigid cock burned. "I have burned in the fires of hell every night since I started this. Now you have given this girl to me. I know she is here to fulfill my need!" Touching his cock – that enormous hard hot meaty prick – set off her emotions, hormones, along with the area of the brain that the drug worked on, it produced more than a willingness. Wrapping her fingers around it, she turned to him and smothered his words with a kiss.

Pushing her down on the floor he covered her tiny body with his massive body. Reaching over he grabbed the cord to the lamp that provided the only light in the room and yanked it out of the socket. They were covered in darkness. He pressed her legs apart and skillfully removed her clothes. Pulling his robe off the preacher pressed his cock to her small opening. Slowly he slid it in, all the while, he painted pretty words in her ears of how special she was. Slowly he pushed the big fat head of his cock in and Millie tightened up from the pain. He whispered to her that it wouldn't hurt much or for long. He moved in deeper hitting the hymen.

"Cherry," he said in a soft whisper as he pushed hard to rupture it. "Nice," it was the last words he spoke to Millie. He rammed his cock home hard and deep. No longer concerned with seducing her he ravaged her body. The pain tore her apart; even so, the passion overtook the pain. Soon the pain was unimportant as they repeatedly fucked. Not a word did they exchange. He would no more bust his nut in her, then again he plunged his prick in deep and hard. Millie shuttered through orgasm after orgasm. Lost in a tidal wave of conflicting feelings and thoughts. At some point, her self-worth melted away.

She awoke to the sound of a car starting. Laying on the floor her crotch burned like the fires of hell. It was not the good passion burn, but the sore you get after you fucked yourself raw. That scorching pain that just hurts like hell. Her pussy felt ripped open. A pain deep inside like the fat dick was still there.

Millie crawled to the window and peeked out between the slats of the blind. He backed out of the space in front of the room. Millie looked around and saw her skirt, blouse, and shoes, there were no panties but a Bible sat on top of the neatly folded clothes with a note. Pulling the note out there was a one hundred dollar bill and the note said "bless you child – go and sin no more. I kept your panties as a reminder of our special prayer meeting."

A surge of self-loathing filled her as guilt turned her stomach sour. She hated church and anything to do with it from that moment on. Rushing home, she changed to jeans and a new shirt. Millie ran down the stairs just as her mother was about to call her for breakfast. For hours, she could feel his cock in her but not like when they fucked – it hurt and burned in her like hell's own fire.

Slowly, inevitably, her life returned to nearly the ordinary life she had lived before – except for one detail. She burned with the fire of passion all the time, she saw men and wondered what their pricks were like. She shunned contact with boys her age or even the girls. She dreamed of a man, but not just a man. A man she could control, use and be the master of. A man she could throw away if she wanted or at the snap of her fingers would do anything she wished. She fingered herself in the bathroom at school, the mall bathroom, or alone in her room. Which was exactly what she wanted at that moment as she listened to see if it was safe to satisfy herself, alone, in her room.

Returning to her room, she closed the door and 'accidently' locked it. Sitting on the window seat again, she pulled a cigarette from the pack and lit it. She put the smoke in her mouth and unbuttoned her shorts. Looking around guiltily, she assured herself no one would see her. Millie slid down the zipper and again looked around outside and around her room. Her tits are grown considerably in the past year. Her left hand moved to her fat H-cup tits and she lightly squeezed them a few times. Closing her eyes, she sucked in the smoke and held it for a long time as she toyed with her breast. Soon she stubbed the cigarette out in the ashtray between her legs, her right hand moved to her crotch. She touched herself through the rough denim of her cutoffs. Squeezed herself and rubbed around, fuck it feels good. Her hand moved to the waistband of her pink thong, gradually she slid her fingers under the band and down lower, lower. The thick bush of pubic hair felt like a Brillo pad. She liked that feel, she kept it trimmed but didn't want to shave it. Lower still to the slickness that waited for her.

Jim White was aptly name, his pale skin and blonde hair made him the whitest of wonder bread. He pulled the boxes from a small trailer and pondered where he should put them. New town, new house, new job at a new school should make for a new and improved life. He was uncomfortable though, he had taken a job in the inner city because he wanted to help those less fortunate. He hadn't counted on that clause in the contract stating you had to live no more than 4 miles from the school. The plus was the rent was low the minus was he was surrounded by a sea of brown to down right black people. He stuck out like a speck of sugar on a chocolate bar.

Looking up, he saw a young black girl smoking a cigarette and thought bad parenting – that girl can't be over seventeen. It was the tits that fooled him into thinking she was that old. He carried the box in and sat it down in the bare living room. The furniture wouldn't be there until the next day. He had an air mattress, a couple of boxes of books, some clothes, vodka, some kitchen stuff and a few groceries. Going back, he thought he better get the kitchen stuff and groceries first. He glanced up at the bay window again and almost dropped the bag of groceries. The girl was touching her breast blacks are like wild sexual animals he thought. Then the old fantasy jumped to his mind – shaking it off he continued with his chores.

He wasn't going to like it here that was certain. Soon he had moved almost everything into the house. He carried the mattress up the stairs laid it out near the bay window in what was to be his bedroom. Plugging the pump into the mattress, he sat and watched the bed filling up with air.

The thought invaded his mind and consumed him. "You're not worth the tits on a bore hog son," his father barked it out at him with out thinking about what it might do to Jim. He thought of the belt and how often it had stung him. The endless beatings with that awful belt. Then there were his father's fist and how he busted his eye once. Broken arms, ribs and busted lips were common when he was a boy. Once he was too big for his father to beat him he just belittled him. He destroyed his confidence.

The women in his life hadn't been much better. His mother cowered in fear of his father but heaped punishment on him. Often she deflected blame for what displeased his father, moving it from her to him. Teachers treated him badly thinking him to be to wimpy they gave him tough love. It served to further crush his confidence. The one time he worked up courage to ask a girl on a date it ended in disaster.

He was 15 and a freshman at school. The school had a computer matching service run matches for all the students. He was matched with a senior girl – homecoming queen – cheerleader – beauty pageant queen – voted the prettiest and the most likely to marry money! One day holding his computer match card in his trembling hand he walked up to her. Smiling he handed it to her and said, "We should go to the dance this Friday and discuss this." She laughed at him, all the girls around did. When it got out the whole school laughed at him. That was his last attempt to ask a girl out. Not even girls that threw themselves at him got any attention from him.

Jim White was damaged with deep scars. He hated being around all these big black men. He worried they would break in his home and beat him up. He feared the black men or even black women – to make the difficulties worse dark women were a particular fascination to him. He lusted after them and most of his fantasy centered on small black women with big tits. Aggressive women, dark skinned, domineering, demanding women who wouldn't be refused by him. It was an obsession mingled with lust and fear.

Absently he turned and look directly out his window into the corresponding window next door. His obsession slapped his face hard. The girl's hand was down in her pants. He could plainly see her as her hand moved so furiously under her tight shorts while her other hand massaged her breast. She was almost close enough to touch. Less than his height separated her from him. He moved as close to the glass as he could. Pressing his face right against the window. He was drawn inexorably to the vision of this woman child. Her hips pushed up and gyrated around as she flung her head back. The girls eyes rolled around under the lids like she was dreaming and her mouth was gaping open as she huffed and panted. He realized she was in the throws of a climacteric stupor. At last her body stop moving as she collapsed down on herself. Everything went limp on her as she rolled her head against the glass. Her big chest heaved as she sucked air deeply. This sweet chocolate angel was only 5 feet from him. Her eyes opened. The two of them stared at each other.

Millie was embarrassed and unsure what to do. She sheepishly held her right hand up and moved her fingers down at the knuckles and back up in a childlike wave. Smiling friendly at him she casually zipped up her shorts and buttoned them. Jim White held his hand up and returned the wave. Quickly he turned attention again to the mattress. After a few minutes, he nonchalantly turned and looked back at the window but she was gone. Laying on the mattress, he pulled the pillow up from where he had dropped it on the floor earlier. He looked around and felt confident he was low enough no one would see if they were looking from the window next door. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around the pillow. He unzipped his pants and pulled the pants and underwear down to his knees. He pulled the big pillow down to his waist and lay on it. His rock hard cock needed release so he began moving on top of the pillow.

The friction felt so good, he wondered what a hot wet pussy felt like. That girl was pretty he could tell that even through his window glass and hers. Those fat tits would look nice if they were uncovered. Reaching up he took off his glasses and laid them on the floor and continued to hump the pillow. His thoughts were of that young girl – he wanted someone like that, especially a black girl. Yes a black girl – uninhibited – controlling, making him please her. He needed that, he wanted a woman, a black woman to take control of him. He rocked over the pillow oh God he wanted to fuck someone just once in his life he wanted to fuck a woman. Holding tight to the pillow, he bucked into it hard ... then...

"Are you fucking your pillow?"

Looking up, he made out the form of a small girl. Oh God, how embarrassing jerking up he pulled the towel over him. Standing up he nearly fell off the mattress as it sagged and moved under his feet. His situation made worse by the pants and underwear clinging to his knee caps. Stumbling to the floor, he crashed to his knees as his pants tripped him and made him fall. Pulling his pants up he flushed and blushed as he rushed to the window seat and fell to a sitting position on it. Her slow southern drawl was sweet in his ears even though it was unexpected.

"Of course not," he said. "Now why would you say such a thing?" He tried to button and zip his trousers, but his underwear was bunched up while his cock was pressed up against the raw metal of the zipper. He looked at her almond shaped eyes and long curly black hair that cascaded around her face and shoulders helped to pull his gaze to her face. Her small curved nose and wide flaring nostrils coupled with her thick full lips invited him to loose himself in her relentless scrutiny.

"Now come on you was humping your pillow I seen it." She spoke with no hint of accusation just stating a fact as she sauntered seductively toward him. Her hips gyrated from one side to the other as one foot moved carefully forward and inward. She imitated the way models walked when the strutted on catwalks only in a slow, deliberate manner.

"How did you get in here?" He said defensively.

"Now don't be all angerfied at me." She sat next to him and turned her young face up toward him licking her full lips as she spoke, "Your door was standing wide open. I seen you looking at me and thought I better come and explain what you saw."

"You don't owe me an explanation, but you shouldn't come into someone's house without being invited in. You should have knocked and waited till I came down."

"I did, but you didn't show up down there to let me in," she spoke in a childlike manner as if her feelings were hurt. Her dark brown eyes were unblinking and her tongue kept darting out and running across her full dark lips. Then still studying his face her lower lip rolled back and her upper teeth bit down slightly. The sight of this sent a shiver up his spine, "Asides all that you wanted me to come in here."

"I did not," he said sheepishly knowing part of him did want that.

"Did so, you want me I know it," she hesitated for effect, "and you know it too. But you only get me on my terms cause I'm da boss," She thumped her tit with her small hand.

"You are not my boss," he said even more softly and embarrassedly than before. She leaned her small body to his pressing her big tits against him. He could almost feel the fire from her chest. Curling her head up, she stared at him intently. Her dark brown eyes burned into his light brown eyes as the features of her face hardened to almost hateful.

"Am too, I'm the boss of you," her face looked down at his pants. She still pressed her body to him as he sat frozen in place. There was this deep fear and the other thing, that obsession – together they held him motionless. "Fuck you're still hard," running her hand around his pants but deliberately not touching his prick through the material. "You're and your girl friend there should go on and finish your last fuck together." She leaned harder into him pressing the massive tits against his arm and belly, "I'll just sit here like I was a good," Looking back up at him a wicked grin moved across her face, "little girl and watch. I could give you encouragement's while ya fuck the shit out of her."

"I wasn't doing that," as he said she began to giggle.

"Were to," she said and laid her hand on his cock. It grew even bigger the head emerged from the open zippered fly. It rose up to its full size and the cock head hung in the air at his belt line. "Maybe Ya'll would rather I just do this," Leaning her head down she turned at an angle so she could watch his reaction. She rubbed his cock as she worked up a big ball of spit in her mouth. Pursing her lips, she let the spit begin to fall. A long thick string of it ran from her mouth slowly falling out to the pale white cock in her hand. At last, the last thick glob of saliva fell on his bloated cock and she began stroking.

She worked his pants down, he told her she should stop and her hand froze, "Really?"

He nodded his head then stopped and answered "No," in shame.

A smile broke over her face as she begin again jerking his cock, "Didn't think so," after a few minutes she spat out more thick slobber over his cock. She picked up the pace as she continued her examination of his face. He breathed hard as he spoke some words under his breath. "Oh god, oh my god, oh fuck," in between his soft hushed outburst were pleadings of guilt driven admissions. "You shouldn't do this, I'm probably as old as your father, This is so wrong," and driving it all was the repeated plea, "Please don't stop."

This was her first time with a real sexual contact, the other didn't count he drugged her, seduced her, and humped her. Millie never actually saw his prick. He mounted her over and over taking it from her, her virginity, her naiveté, and her innocence. He set fire off in her that she had never been able to satisfy. At the same time she had lost any confidence she possessed. The encounter left her needing sex but made her fearful of men. This time was different right from the start she knew he was the polar opposite of the evangelist. She knew she would own him, no she had to own him, possess him.

She turned her head constantly like a bird. Bobbing her head she watched him at one angle then moved to observe him from another. Her tongue darted over her fat lips constantly, to him it was the most sensual thing he ever saw. Having never done this before she was unsure how to tell when he was at that point. As his balls drew up, she felt the change in his cock, so she quickened her pace. She moved her head out of the path and then spit one more time on his cock and pumped for all she was worth.

"OH GOD!" yelling out as the first thick stream of junk flew from the tip of his fat cock. The thick white jism splashed across his nose as a new splooge leaped out and spread over his right cheek. Soon his face and chest had thick rivers of his load oozing down in slow streams while he lay back against the window and sucked in air hard just trying to breathe.

"Shit man you got some velocity there," she stood as she spoke and walked away in the same deliberate manner she had approached him. "Gots yourself a nice sized cock for a white boy. What's your name?"

"I'm Mr. White I am the new math teacher at the local Middle School."

"I'll call you Mr. White at school but not gonna call you that in private. What's your name mother fucker?" She stood there one hand on her hip, with her legs set wide apart, she shook her finger at him. Somehow he found the words 'mother fucker' sexy when she said it. He was more than a foot taller than the girl probably more than double her weight but felt 2 feet tall. He felt like the time the woman caught him stealing a candy bar when he was 4-years-old and stood over him telling him off for his theft. Her big tits bounced as she scolded him calling him a bad little boy.

"I'm sorry I'm Jim," he said trying not to look at her.

"I'm Millie, but that's Miss Millie – Dark Empress of your Soul, to you." She laughed lyrically and his cock twitched. There he sat cum everywhere unsure what to do.

"Yes Mistress Millie Dark Empress of my Soul," he said the words without even thinking.

"Just call me Miss Millie," she looked around and saw a pen and a scratchpad. Picking it up, she wrote on it speaking to him as she jotted down something. "Now I'll be back at midnight you leave that door unlocked for me. Go out and buy me lots of lovely gifts and wrap them up in boxes tied up with bows. You missed my 15th birthday last week." Tearing the note from the pad, she dropped pen and pad to the floor and moved catlike back to him. Placing the note face side down next him, she put her hand on the window seat and moved her face to his face.

Her tongue darted out and she greedily licked the sticky cum off his face. Balling it all up in her mouth, she planted her thick lips on his thin lips and kissed him deeply. Parting his lips with her tongue, she pushed the copious cum into his eager mouth. Her mouth moved away and cum mixed with spittle hung between their lips falling in thin streams to his chin.

"You're only 15?" he questions her, the vision of cops busting in and hauling him away burst into his mind.

"I'm still more of a woman than you have been with, ya hear me now?"

"I've never been with a woman, not like that. That is my first ... umm ... well ... I mean ... the first time anyone other than me or a doctor has touched me there. I'm a virgin," he sounded flat and emotionless, but it was far from that. He was terrified, afraid of being caught, and in truth scared shitless of this little 90 or 100 pound girl.

"Then you are mine. And I tell you plain, that fuck root is mine too," reaching down she grabbed his half erect cock and pulled up hard. Jim winced in pain, "I'll tear it right off if I want to, and you and it belong to me!" Millie let go the cock which fully hardened with her touch it bounced off him then landed flat. She turned and sauntered away. He sat there in disbelief not knowing what was happening, not knowing what would happen. A knot of fear held him in a tight grip. His heart pounded as if it would explode in his chest. He was terrified they would be caught and terrified she wouldn't return. His insecure nature had always kept him from any relationships. He was like Clark Kent on reverse steroids, the nerd supreme unable to even talk to women. Now this black shark moved in and ate his heart right out of his chest, she consumed his will. He had no choice but do what she wanted.

"You best remember your mine – mother fucker?" He nodded in agreement. Cocking her head she again flashed him her big teeth in a smile nodded and a breeze blowing away fog she was gone. He looked down at the paper and picked it up, turned it over and read.

Shoe's 5's, in women sizes I wear dresses extra-extra small but I have trouble with the tops being too tight. T-shirts and other tops are extra-extra small but again my tits cause some trouble. I wear skirts extra-extra small, shorts extra-extra small, bra 30 H, panty extra-extra small, nighty's you better just ask the woman at the store. Tell her your woman is 29 inches around the base of her boob and at the fattest part it is 38 inches. Her waist is 20 inches and her ass is 27 inches. Now ya'll be all ready ya hear me? At MIDNIGHT have it all ready, candlelight soft sexy music you know hot stuff from like Enigma with panting n all that shit. Oh yeah, wine two bottles of nice wine or champagne! Never had me no champagne! (she misspelled champagne as shampain.)

Fear and passion are strange bedfellows, but fear will always fall to passion if the passion is controlled by the right person. Millie was the right person she latterly owned him and he realized he would do anything for her. Anything at all. He gathering up the cum from his chest and belly in his right hand. He put his right had over his cock and jerked off thinking of her. "Oh, God I'm in big trouble," he said aloud.

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