Black Goddess (Interracial, BDSM Erotica)

Black Goddess

Roxie Feurouge

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All sex in this story is actually consensual.

Her skin is like obsidian, black with a
golden sheen to it. Her eyes are dark brown, her hair short and
slicked back. Her red dress clings to her curvy body, showing off
all of her curves but still leaving room for mystery and
intrigue.

Adam is the exact opposite of her. His eyes
are green, his hair a dirty blonde. Wearing plain jeans and a
t-shirt, he looks the same as he does every day. Which isn't to say
he's ugly, far from it. His arms are sore from working out earlier,
and his ass is well sculpted from heavy squats.

Still, compared to the goddess he can't keep
his eyes off of, Adam looks positively human. Human, and ordinary.
Still, something inside of him is urging him to go say hello to
her, maybe offer to buy her a drink.

Across the room, Oya watches Adam from the
corner of her eye. She thoroughly considers him, watching the way
his body gracefully moves as he chats with his friends at the bar.
She came here tonight specifically to get laid, because life is
tough and she is stressed. Some sex is exactly what she needs right
now, and that man who keeps staring at her is the best looking man
here.

She puts her glass to her lips, sipping on
her Bloody Mary as she waits for him to come introduce himself. She
practically wills him, pretending to be psychic.
Come to me,
she thinks, trying to direct her thoughts into his brain. Still,
she is not a psychic and she'll have to be more direct than
that.

She stands up, pushing down the skirt of her
dress so that it covers more of her silky black legs. Her shoes
match the red in her dress, and when the shadows are just right she
looks like a flame as she moves toward Adam.

Oh god, she's coming over here.
Adam
gulps down some more of his vodka, trying to look cool. He doesn't
succeed. The drink goes down wrong, and he's left a sputtering
mess, coughing and clutching at his chest. Still, Oya does not
falter. A little awkwardness can be fun.

Once she's close enough, Oya lightly touches
his hand and pulls it toward her. No words. None are needed. She
pulls him to the crowded dance floor, her body feeling the beat of
the remixed hip hop song the DJ is playing. Once she finds a place
where she feels comfortable, she turns around and finds the man
looking a bit scared.
Maybe he can't dance. That's okay.

She pulls him into her, pressing her chest
against his as she wraps her arms around his neck. She pulls the
tall man down so she can speak into his ear.

“My name is Oya,” she says. Her voice is
like silk, deep but still feminine. The sound sends a shiver down
Adam's spine and gives him a twinge in his stomach.
Butterflies.

Nervously, he presses his lips close to her
ear and replies, “I'm Adam.”

Oya's hand falls to his back now, as she
leads him in dancing. Her body never leaves his. The feeling of her
breasts against his body makes the man blush, but he tries to
follow her cues. His body moves awkwardly against hers, his hands
falling to her hips. She turns around, pressing her ass against his
crotch now. She shakes it, her quivering globes massaging his cock
through his jeans.

He grunts and accidentally humps into her,
pushing her forward. Oya nearly falls to the ground, but catches
herself before she does. A flash of anger, but when she sees the
look of remorse on his face she calms down.
Maybe dancing isn't
the best idea.

“Why don't you buy me some chardonnay and
meet me at my booth in the back,” she says, pulling him in close
again. He smells like spice and alcohol, his aftershave tickling
her sensitive nose.

He nods and pulls back, leaving her to
saunter to her booth. Adam watches her, her ass rising and falling
with each step. Her thighs are thick, her high heels changing her
posture so that every curve is more pronounced.

Adam's cock is struggling against his pants
now, but he turns away from the sight of divine beauty and goes to
the bar. His friends high five him as he orders two glasses of
chardonnay before telling them they can leave without him. They
just laugh, making him blush even harder.

Oya can see the red in his face from her
seat. She can't help but smile. He's unsure of himself, which is
cute for a one night stand. Maybe even a second date, if things go
well.

As he approaches her, she scoots over. Adam
watches her dark eyes, a sexy look of sleepiness in them and her
smile. She takes her glass and sips it, watching his every
move.

“What do you do, Adam?”

He fidgets with his glass. If he doesn't
stop that, it's going to tip over. Oya grabs his hand, the touch
forcing him to look into her deep black eyes.

“Ah- um, I'm a software developer.”

She leans back, seeming to drink in that
information. She looks to the ceiling before nodding. “I see. So
you work nearby?”

Adam: “Just down the road.”

Oya: “And do you enjoy your work?”

Adam: “It can be boring, but I make good
money and every Friday I have the day to work on my own projects.
So I mean, they treat me well.”

Oya nods again. He has fulfilling work,
that's good. This is increasing his chances for a second date.

“What do you do?” He asks, his voice still
nervous. He must have been one of those boys in high school who
didn't get many dates. Not because of his looks, of course. He's
very handsome. He probably enjoys science fiction a bit too much,
or maybe his action figures sitting on his desk.

“I do research and development for ICM,” I
reply. “I studied engineering in high school, and after I got my
Phd, I was offered that job right away. So it seems we both work
with computers.”

Adam eyes widened. Not only is Oya drop dead
gorgeous, but she's also smart. His palms start to sweat, but for
some reason knowing she cares about computers makes her more
approachable.

This line of thought leads him to wonder why
he's sitting here. This woman doesn't need to deal with his boyish
awkwardness. He clears his throat and drinks more.

“I'm going to ask you back to my house once
we finish our drinks,” she says. She knows what she's doing. Adam
nods and gulps, his eyes falling her her ample chest. God, she's
hot. Oya's waist is thin, but her thighs, ass and breasts are round
and full. Her lips are, too, and they're slick with a clear lip
gloss.

Oya puts those lips to her glass and drinks
the rest of the chardonnay. “Finish,” she commands quietly, a smile
on her mouth. He does as he's told, gulping the drink down and
setting down the glass. “Good. Follow me.”

She stands up, taking the man's pale hand
and leading him through a sea of people that seems to part for her.
She's just a normal woman, but the world seems to bend to her will.
A few men glance from Oya's divine beauty, to Adam, and frown with
a jealousy that makes Adam's face red and warm.

I've never been with such a strong
woman
, he muses, his eyes checking out the stars above them as
Oya leads him outside.
What if she thinks my inexperience is
annoying?

“Uh...” Adam starts, pulling his hand out of
the woman's grasp. “I should warn you that I'm not very...”

“It's fine. I'll show you.”

The way she reads his mind, the fierceness
behind her eyes, everything about this woman draws Adam in while
also scaring him. Terrifying him, really. But still, he follows her
to a black car, its paint shiny, the wheels clean. It must have
been expensive.

“Get in,” she says, walking to the left side
of the car. Gracefully, she slides into the driver's seat and
inserts the key into the ignition. The symbolism of her movements
makes Adam twitch.

The drive isn't a long one. Within five
minutes, they're pulling into the driveway of a large house. In the
black of the night, it's hard to make out the details, but it is a
beautiful building. Rose bushes line the walk to the porch.

Oya checks the empty mailbox before she
pushes open the door. Two glowing eyes watch the couple enter from
the stairs.

“Loki, go outside.”

The cat watches Adam as it follows Oya's
order, slowly walking between them, leaning towards its owner as it
passes by. Once the feline is outside, Oya shuts the door and
clicks on a lamp.

“Welcome to my house,” she says. Taking his
hand again, she leads him up the stairs. A few steps up, she slips
off both shoes, nudging them to the side so no one trips over them.
Once on the second floor, Oya turns to him, slowly unzipping her
dress. She's flexible enough to do it all herself.

The fabric falls to the floor, and Adam
drinks in the sight of her nude body. Her obsidian skin glowing in
the moonlight, her brown nipples firm with excitement. Her trimmed
and pretty bush above her valley.

Adam's knees go weak. His mouth gets wetter.
He blinks a few times and his heart beats faster.

The beautiful woman draws close, her hand
wrapping behind his neck and pulling the tall man down for a deep
kiss. Her lips are exquisite, so soft against his. His lips are
chapped, but his kiss is eager and full of true, deep lust.

He opens his mouth in the kiss to catch a
breath, steam rising from their hot mouths. Her hand slips under
Adam's shirt, caressing muscles that surprise her. His body is
strong, his abs a six pack and rock hard beneath her touch. His
stomach rises and falls with his quick breaths.

She slips her hand under his pants now,
reaching down and grabbing his cock. He's big, another surprise for
her. Her fingers slide gently on the skin of his prick, slowly
making it stiffen.

Never breaking the kiss, she guides him to
her room. Even in the dark, even walking backwards, she knows
exactly where she's going and walks the distance with perfect grace
until she falls back on the bed, pulling Adam down with her.

“Touch me,” she says, her voice full of
urgency. His large hand presses against her quim. She grinds down
on it, moving her hips to increase the pressure on her stiff nub.
Blood throbs into it as she becomes even more horny. “Slip a finger
into me.”

He does, one finger slowly, gently slipping
between her folds and into her hole. She's tight. The walls of her
pussy contracts over his finger, almost like she's trying to suck
it in deeper. Adam pulls it out, then presses it back in. His thumb
accidentally grazes against her clitoris, making her suck in air
with shock, and then let out a low, “Ooh.”

He presses his thumb against her nub again.
She squirms. He presses his mouth to her nipple, flicking the hard
flesh with his tongue. She bucks her hips and presses his head down
onto her breast. He bites her nipple, and she cries out in pain and
pleasure.

A second finger slips into her hole now. Her
juices are dripping down Adam's hand, onto the bed and all over her
inner thighs. She sighs, enjoying every touch. His fingers scissor,
spreading and making Oya feel full, stretching her almost more than
she can take.

She says through small gasps: “Get the rope
from the top drawer.” She nods her head in the direction of her
bedside table. Adam rubs his palm against his pants, trying to move
his dick so that it's more comfortable. Still, it strains against
the fabric. Crawling over the bed, he opens the drawer and pulls
out the rope.

“Now, tie me up.”

His face flushes red. The black woman sits
up, presenting her wrists to him. He hesitates, then slips the rope
around her skin. He was once a scout, so he knows a few knots. He
loops the rope through, going around again before tying it
tight.

“Tie it to the bed post, and have your way
with me.”

She lays back, her legs falling open and
displaying her folds to him. He crawls over the bed again, tying
the rope to the dark wood. As he moves back down, Adam kisses down
her right arm, to her elbow, then her shoulders, then her breast.
He kisses all around the nipple, then does the same to the other
one.

Adam sucks one nipple into his mouth,
flicking it while looking up into Oya's face. She bites her lip,
her eyes pulling back as she moans. He sucks on her other nipple,
her hips wiggling.