Her Brown Slut
- ... a servile, colored slave - for a COMMANDING and imperious GODDESS - that is always his superior!

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HER BROWN SLUT

Madam Angela … and her BROWN skinned bitch!

While it is no secret that the majority of writing has featured Asian (mostly Chinese and Indian ladies) – –  after meeting the lovely Angela (and many others like her) – – I figured I’d do something different!

Hence this book – which is the first in a trilogy where the female protagonist is NOT Asian. Believe me, the sheer RUSH I felt while writing some of this is unparalleled – – and while that might sound hard to believe given what I said before about the other books – ’tis TRUE, my friend!

This is another one of those unfinished trilogies – – be on the outlook for part TWO and part THREE – – on the way shortly!

Racial humiliation – like never before – with a TWIST!

And over here, I must warn ya. While ALL of my femdom is heavy on the “mental side of things” – this takes things to a new level altogether with the race dynamics being reversed. This is basically a book about a white woman dominating a dark skinned man – and yes – all SSC – and while I shouldn’t have to put out this disclaimer – it behooves me to do so in today’s politically correct and sissified (sometimes that isn’t a good thing! ;)) world.

So be warned – the mental side of this – and the “look into the male submissive’s minds”, and the “why’s and wherefores” are INTENSE – and may leave some people somewhat uncomfortable.

Then again, it shouldn’t. All races are created equal – and so we were all LADIES (all dominant, regardless of race) – – and THAT is the spirit in which I wrote this book. An immense turn on for me personally, but then again, I’m turned on by dominant ladies of all races – – despite my obvious preference – – race isn’t the most important (and no, neither are looks!).

Dive in, as “Ravi” is “brought to heel” – – WELL and TRULY – – by an imperious and lovely British lady (those of you history buffs likely understand the racial dynamic at play here) – – and before you do so – –  a sneak peek into the book itself!

Book Excerpt

A thick, dark piece of meat protruded from his hairy groin, his toned stomach emphasizing his erection, the head of his penis curved downwards. The balls were hairy as well, and his dick was different than anything Angela had seen before.

Dark, almost black, curved at an angle she thought. The first Indian cock I’m going to experience, she thought as primal lust bubbled up within her at the sight of Ravi’s naked body.

And automatically, she bent to suck him, to take him in her mouth, not so much because she wanted to, her own preference being mutual pleasure (vaginal sex) rather than her performing oral sex on man which didn’t do much for her, but because most men she had been with would complain she didn’t give them head, and she didn’t want it to be an issue with this guy.

Strangely enough those men were pretty piss poor at giving her head, she thought wryly, but that’s the typical man all over the world for you! Expects the world from his woman in bed and otherwise, and gives her practically zilch in return.

But as she bent, he lifted her up on the bed tenderly, his strong shoulders bearing her weight as if she was a leaf, and gently laid her down, spreading her legs.

And then, he bent, putting his full red lips to her vagina, making her moan out loud with pleasure.

He gently licked her vulva, something she hadn’t had done for years, most men that she had been with only paying her “cursory” attention down there. He moved his hands up to her breasts as he did so, gently squeezing them, and flicking his strong, chocolate brown fingers over the pink nipples expertly.

And as she arched back on the bed, squirming with pleasure she had forgotten she could ever experience, all other thoughts raced out of her as the sensations of pure bliss took over.

Oh God, it feels wonderful to have a man service me, to have his head between my legs, to have that tongue working its magic…!

Especially a gorgeous hunk such as this, she thought, moaning with lust as she pushed his head down deeper between her legs, black hair and a toned muscular back as he continued his ministrations.

 

And soon, he arose, parting her legs again, replacing his tongue with his manhood, making sure to enter her slowly, the bowed penis head hitting all the right areas, spasms of pleasure shaking her entire body as he made love to her gently.

She grasped his lower back tightly, pulling him close to her as they kissed deeply, passionate brown eyes interlocked with hers, his thrusts becoming more and more forceful with every passing second as were hers.

And soon after, they reached their peaks simultaneously, and she screamed out in pleasure as huge spurts of hot cum blasted out of his cock, feeling wonderful inside of her.

It was a long, drawn out orgasm that had been building inside both of them for days, perhaps ever since they first met each other in China, and they were both drained after it was over, his cock slowly loosening its grip inside her walls, and she shivered once again lust as he pulled out, hitting all her sensitive spots as he did so.

Angela lay prone on the bed, exhausted after the orgasm, her eyes slowly closing, sleep washing over in pleasant waves the way it does after a fantastic orgasm.

But for some reason, Ravi wasn’t sleepy, despite the orgasm he had.

He looked at Angela, half asleep, with a huge grin on her lips.

Must have been a while since she got laid, he thought.

And then, he instantly felt ashamed of himself for using the word “laid”.

That’s not an appropriate word for a lady, he chided himself silently. Especially not this lady, his former boss.

This quietly confident, attractive 39 year old lady, that didn’t look a day more than 30, at least to him.

And deep within him, a need to do something for her arose, and a foot massage seemed the most obvious answer.

He gently moved to the foot of the bed, and took her feet in his hands, kneading them gently.

Angela was half asleep, and the foot rub barely registered for a while. Oh, he’s rubbing my feet? Great, she thought, drifting in and out of sleep.

And as he rubbed her feet gently, while she lay on the bed, eyes half shut, still savouring the moment, he remembered a scene he had seen out of an old Bollywood movie from the 1950’s, set during the British Raj in India, where a white Sahib was getting each one of his legs massaged by a couple of servants squatting on their haunches by him as he reclined back on an easy chair in the garden, enjoying the fresh air.

The man was in the most relaxed position comfortable, his legs up on a couple of large footstools, while the servants squatted in what might seem like a most uncomfortably and humiliating position by his legs, keeping their eyes on his lower legs at all times as he smoked his pipe.

And Ravi hadn’t thought much of the scene then – it actually barely registered in his mind, as he flicked to the next channel on the T.V.

But now, as he gently massaged his former boss’s feet after pleasuring (yes that seemed to be the right term) them, that scene suddenly sprang to the forefront of his mind.

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Mike Watson

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