Chapter 2

Some two hours later, after both had experienced innumerable additional orgasms, they lay naked, exhausted in each other's arms.

"Denise?"

"Yes, darling."

"I... I want more than anything to make you happy. I'm not sure I know how."

Denise smiled and kissed Lynn tenderly.

"Marry me, become my wife and willing slave. Give yourself to me completely. I ask nothing more and there is nothing which could give me as much pleasure as being your mistress as well as your husband."

"From this very moment I belong to you... completely!" cried Lynn.

"Do not consider this decision lightly, Lynn. Your life will be inextricably woven with mine. You will serve my desires, some of which are highly unusual, erotic. You may even consider them bizarre."

"I will do anything you want, Denise, ANYTHING, as long as it pleases you."

"Anything, Lynn?"

"Anything."

"That commitment will be put to the test... and often."

"I won't fail you, I promise."

"If you do there will be discipline."

"I... I understand."

"And you accept that?"

"I will accept whatever you give me. I want your love, but if I disappoint you I would want to be punished."

"You will make a wonderful slave, Lynn."

"Have you had others?"

"Slaves? No, but I have known many mistresses. I have seen how they treat their slaves. Some are loving, others are vicious and rule by pain and fear. I do not want that Lynn. I want you to submit because you love me, not because you fear me."

"I love you more at this moment than I have ever loved anyone. I'm yours, Denise."

"Forever?"

"Forever!"

The hermaphrodite pulled her slave to her, Lynn resting her head on her mistress's shoulder.

"Then it's about time we made some plans."

"What kind of plans?"

"Why marriage plans of course, but first, there is the matter of a couple of divorces."

"I've told Gary I want to spend my life with you. He thinks I'm suddenly a lesbian."

Denise smiled.

"A switch hitter is more like it. I watched you screw more than a hundred men and women at that party, remember?"

Lynn was momentarily flustered, even embarrassed.

"I guess I'm just a slut... Ouch!"

Denise had pinched Lynn's nipple painfully.

"No one but me calls my slave a slut."

"Sorry... you really are my protector, aren't you."

"I intend to protect what belongs to me, Lynn. I may do or say to you what I will, but no one else will without my permission."

"I'm going to like being your slave."

"That's the whole idea, my little Black whore," said the blonde as her mouth covered Lynn's and the Black woman opened her lips to accept the lovely warm invasion of her mistress's tongue.

Lynn's hand found the lance and began stroking it to full erection once again.

"Not right now," stated Denise as she rolled on top of her lover/slave. "Right now I want a different type of pleasure."

"I wish my body was like yours," said Lynn, scooting down so her mistress could straddle her head.

"Why so?"

"So I could bury a cock in your beautiful pussy and give you the same kind of pleasure you've been giving me for the past four hours."

"Your pussy is delightfully tight for a thirty-nine year old, Lynn and I love the way your body reacts to pleasure. You have given great pleasure to my manhood. Now it is time to give great pleasure to my womanhood."

Lynn kissed the labial lips delicately as Denise settled her nest onto her lover's mouth. Lynn's tongue found the small mound of pleasure in her mistress and tongue and clit played hide and seek as Denise felt her passion rise. Her breathing became heavy and she began thrusting slightly to take the warm wet appendage even deeper. Denise smiled inwardly as, anticipating her mistress''s need, Lynn increased the stimulation by flitting her tongue ever more rapidly over the engorged clitoris.

"Yes, stick your Black tongue in me farther... that's it, yes!"

Denise was quickly approaching climax. She leaned back slightly, reaching to finger her Black lover as she received her own pleasure.

"Spread you legs, you Black bitch!" commanded Denise. The hermaphrodite harbored no racial prejudice but knowing how the racial epithet would excite her lover, she continued.

"Now hump your Black pussy on these White fingers!"

Lynn had become excited at the moment she first kissed the nest of her mistress, but when she heard the phrases used by Denise, she was instantly wet and took the fingers eagerly.

"Deeper, Nigger, deeper!" screamed Denise and Lynn responded with tongue and nest, now humping the fingers uncontrollably.

"Now drink it, you Black bitch," commanded Denise as the women orgasmed simultaneously, Lynn sucking every drop from her lover's nest.

When they again lay in each other's arms, Lynn asked softly, "Why am I like that?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why do I love to be degraded, racially and sexually?"

"A lot of women find filthy language a turn on. Perhaps because it's so different from what they're accustomed to. Sex is naughty and so is filthy language. You said your son, Paul once seduced a White cheerleader. Perhaps your need to be dominated, somehow melded with your desire for an incestuous relationship and you subconsciously see race as a means of attracting men, a sexual lure. Of course I could be totally wrong, maybe you're just a dirty old woman!"

They both laughed.

"Where will we live?" asked Lynn

"Thanks to Peter's generosity, I now have three hundred acres and a huge house on a small Caribbean island as well as a bank account approaching seven figures and a very comfortable investment portfolio. That will be our home, but I want us to travel, Lynn. I want you to see the world you've always yearned to experience."

"I can hardly wait."

"You won't have to long. I'll book us on a special charter flight tomorrow. We'll be home by tomorrow night."

"I... I just can't believe it. It's all so wonderful. I think my head is spinning that things are happening so fast."

"Why wait? You said Gary is not going to contest your divorce and Peter and I have already filed. You can file tomorrow before we leave. In a few short weeks we can be married."

"I love you Denise. I'm just worried that you are the one bringing everything to our marriage -- an estate, a house, money..."

"We are both bringing love, each to the other. The rest isn't important, darling," said the twenty-five year old blonde as her arms went around the thirty-nine year old.

"You know I'm almost old enough to be your mother," whispered Lynn.

"What's most important is that you're old enough to tighten that beautiful Black pussy around my White cock," responded Denise slipping her erection into the steamy dripping vagina of her lover.

"Fuck me Denise! Fuck your slave!" begged Lynn, her legs opening wider.

"That's it! Spread em' bitch! Your mistress wants in your cunt!"

Lynn was instantly beside herself with wanton desire. She writhed to give herself to her lover/mistress. She squeezed the muscles in her vagina with all her might to afford Denise pleasure as both sets of nipples turned hard with erotic longing. Even when her husband had taken Viagra, he had not recovered as quickly as the beautiful stud who rode her now.

Lynn had not yet stopped taking the pill, but as she and her husband-to-be reached simultaneous orgasm, it didn't matter. She screamed, "Give me your baby! Please Denise, I want to have your baby!"

"Yes, darling, YES!" breathed Denise as she filled Lynn's womb with sperm.

Again they lay in each other's arms catching their breath.

"And now I have arrangements to make," said Denise rising reluctantly and going to the phone. "Room service? Yes, I'd like a bottle of your finest Champagne sent to room 304."

She smiled. "To celebrate and while we are waiting you'd better get into something appropriate."

"Appropriate? Appropriate for what?" asked Lynn.

"When room service gets here, I want you to seduce whoever delivers that Champagne."

Lynn's mouth dropped open. "You... you want me to... ?"

"That's right, I want you to give him a fuck he'll never forget... or her."

"But... but..."

"Lynn, you either belong to me or you don't. Now do as I say!"

The Black woman slowly arose from the bed and went to her overnight bag. She withdrew a sheer frilly negligee which hid nothing, a pair of crotchless panties and a pair of fishnet stockings which she had purchased just for tonight, but which she hadn't even had the chance to put on as she and Denise were in each other's arms the moment the hotel door had closed behind them.

"I like to watch you Lynn. I adore seeing you naked, having your nest and rear violated. I'll be watching from the bathroom."

Lynn was stunned, a bit frightened... and excited. She realized Denise was testing her, seeing if she really had the courage to do the "anything" she had promised. She slid on the negligee and stockings, brushed her hair and waited as Denise made another phone call to arrange their travel plans for tomorrow.