I ripped her clothes off and fucked her on the carpet. I then took my belt and whipped her arse a few times and told her that while she was in my hous... she would be my fucktoy. She continued to resist for a few more days but plenty of beatings, nipple pinching, fuckings and cock suckings and she soon learned her place. She was soon posing for photos and videos. Anytime we visited each other after that I would make sure to use her like the slut she was. If she refused I would threaten to show. I remember the kissing and cuddling almost as soon as we got to the room. We seemed to have the same needs and the lingering glances over dinner had conveyed and confirmed the unspoken agreement that we shouldn’t waste time. I remember us undressing. I buried my head between your fulsome breasts as you stood before me and washed my tongue around the delicate softness of their globes. I took each of your nipples in my mouth and made them into erect, brown knots of sensuous nerve endings. You. She was tall, slim and most undeniably black. Her hair was braided. There were stretch marks on her belly that were probably an outcome of pregnancy. And when she wasn't naked in bed she wore stylish frameless glasses.The variety of lovers that Alex had known in his life was certainly ticking a lot of boxes, but more by chance than design. He was still rather nervous about mentioning, let alone introducing, his new girlfriend to friends and work colleagues. He knew there was nothing he should. He started. She laughed and asked if she had startled him."I guess," he replied.But that wasn't it. It was the blouse. And it was the skirt. Both were made of extremely soft and shinysatin charmeuse, of the kind normally found in the finest lingerie. And he would know. He had a fetish forsilk and satin. He had been that way even before he knew what sexual feelings were. For him, sex andsatin were one whole thing, each a part of his basic needs. It was as if she had appeared nude tosomeone.