The next morning I awoke the delectable sensation of warmth and softness enveloping my increasingly hard cock. Full lips and skilled tongue worked my prick as I cracked open an eye.

Zahra was kneeling atop the bed, still naked but for her collar. The disarray of her braids made her actions even more appealing. She clasped her hands behind her back as she worked on my member.

"You're such a good little slut," I murmured, enjoying her ministrations.

She slipped her mouth off my cock. "Thank you, Massa. Your nigger-girl thanks you."

"Why do you use the N-word?"

She sat on her heels, crossing her arms under her breasts. "Maybe it's what I am." She winked. "Why do some women enjoy being called 'dirty whores' when fucking? Derogatory language and self-deprecation is erotic for many."

"But in your case, you use the N-word instead of 'filthy slut?' It makes sense; denigration and the taboo as a turn-on."

She grinned and gave me a thumbs-up. "Bingo!"

"You totally dropped character, there."

"So sue me!"

I held out my hands, index fingers pointing to each other. Giggling, she retreated off the bed as I chanted 'Thousand volts!' After the previous night, my knee was still achy, so I did not follow. Thankfully she backed herself into a corner. I merely swung my feet out of the bed. I picked up a long, discarded piece of rope and limped to her. She did not resist as I made another leash.

I lead her back to the bed and lay down. She still stood, hands clasped behind her back.

"Finish the job, slut," I said. I cradled my head in my hands and closed my eyes. "Mouth only, girl." I cracked open one eye. "Nigger, bitch."

"Yes, Massa," she replied with a lustful smirk. She knelt by the bed and I closed my eyes.

And there I received the greatest blowjob in my life up to that point. She started by licking my balls. Taking each one into her mouth in turn, she suckled and tongued them gently. Next she nibbled the skin on my scrotum- very lightly. It was as if her teeth were chattering with the skin of my ballsack in-between.

Then she started licking my shaft- and not in a mechanical manner. She explored my cock, tracing patterns with the tip of her tongue. My body responded; I was rock-hard in short order. Lovingly she took my erect cock in her mouth and went to work.

She did not quite deep throat me, but her fellatio skills were still spectacular. She hummed contentedly as she worked my cock until it ached with need. I moaned as she bobbed her head on my member. Her tongue danced on my prick in the warm, soft hold of her mouth. I felt the pressure build up inside my member and I was on the edge.

Sensing my near release, she pulled back. Bucking and writhing, I moaned and grasped the mattress. She waited until I caught my breath and started again. My back arched and my hands flew to her head. I grabbed her head with both hands and pushed her face up and down my yearning cock like a piston for a few heartbeats that somehow seemed like an eternity. I pulled her face away, as I removed my right hand. It went to my cock and with a few jerks, I made myself come. My left hand held her face in the target zone and we were both rewarded when gouts of my seed spewed forth all over her face. A good portion flew into her open mouth, but much of it spurted on her cheeks and nose.

I lay back spent. Zahra knelt with knees closed demurely and her hands resting on her thighs palms-down. Her attitude was appropriately humble, but satisfied. She licked some of my seed off her lips before speaking.

"Is Massa happy with his wakeup call?

I chuckled. "Massa is very, very happy, pet." I sat up. "Now, I think we both need to get clean." I reached over and undid her collar. Let's go to the shower, sexy."