Taylor's Rough Ride

Taylor stared at herself in the mirror. She was in the large en-suite bathroom attached to her suite on the south side of the house, looking out over the valley below. And she'd just come through a shocking experience which left her feeling stunned and overwhelmed.

Not to mention very, very sore.

Her throat ached, and her hand slid up and down it, wincing. She was looking for any sign of bruising, but found none. There was a bite mark on the side, but that hadn't broken the skin and should fade soon. Her father rarely noticed such things anyway, and she could brush her plentiful blonde hair forward to cover it.

She dropped her eyes down her body in the mirror and ran a hand over her belly. She ached inside there, too! Her fingers slid lower, trembling slightly as they lightly caressed the lips of her sex where Smith's huge cock had entered her and... and pounded her!

Like a whore! Like a slut! He even dared to call her a slut! Of course, she had to concede with considerable shock, she had behaved like one!

She wasn't just sore down there because of how big he was, and how hard he had fucked her either. She was sore because the muscles in her lower body had spasmed so long and violently that they ached!

The orgasms had been, in some ways, even more incredibly powerful than the ones she'd had the previous day in the car! It was shocking because... because Smith acted like an animal! There was no gentle, considerate, thoughtful skill to what he'd done. He'd simply manhandled her, tied her up, and used her as hard as he wanted!

Even more outrageously, he was nothing but a hired servant, a Black hired servant! And he'd had the unmitigated gall to act like she was somehow his inferior, that because she was a blonde she was his to do with as he chose!

Because blondes were sluts!

She was almost as dumbfounded by his outrageous attitude as by the incredible tidal wave of pleasure and thrilling heat which had overpowered her mind. Was he crazy? Didn't he know that it was people like her, well, her dad, who ran the world, and people like him who did as they were told!?

She'd had people fired for merely looking at her wrong! Didn't he understand he was completely at her mercy!? Or was he just too... too stupid and ignorant!? Could he even read? He was like some sort of... jungle savage!

Of course, he didn't exactly act like a jungle savage. That was, his voice was low and calm and infuriatingly paternalistic! As if she were the dummy because she was blonde! As if! As if a negro servant could be looking down on a white person!

She could still feel, even now, that hard, steady, aching punch of his long black shaft into the depths of her belly! She shuddered at the memory, caressing her toned flesh, imagining just how deep inside her he must have forced that monster sized cock!

She moaned and stumbled out of the bathroom, then fell forward onto her bed with a groan. She rolled over slowly, raising her knees. Helplessly, she flashed back to the same position when he'd put her on the car hood and taken her, and felt a hot little thrum of heat between her legs.

Her hand slid down her belly and cupped her sex and she groaned, wondering what she was going to do.

She should have him fired. She could make something up for her father, tell him that he'd been rude, or that he'd been forward. Yes, that would do. She could say he was always looking at her and grinning and leering and licking his lips suggestively.

Only he hadn't. He looked at her calmly, with those big dark eyes that were somehow menacing even when his face didn't show anything. He was ugly! He was huge and ugly and scarred and... and scary!

Maybe she could tell him Smith had invited her out. Daddy was very liberal, but there were limits, and she was sure he'd be more than a little indignant about a Black servant trying to seduce his blonde daughter.

A servant. That was what Smith was. He was a servant! He was hired to do as he was told, to drive her around! And he had dared to make her call him master! That was outrageous!

It was also horribly, wickedly exciting in a dark, confusing way. Taylor's sex life had never been very complicated. She'd never gone in for anything outrageous or kinky, really. That didn't mean she didn't kind of know about stuff. She certainly knew that there were some kinky people who liked to tie each other up, and do that master slave stuff.

And given he'd tied her up and spanked her... which was even more outrageous, it seemed that Mister Smith was into that kind of thing. Taylor had never imagined she would be, but the way he had overpowered her and manhandled her, throwing her around and doing whatever he wanted to her had done something freaky to her mind.

It gave everything he did to her a strange, dark, thrilling sense of outrageous heat. She couldn't ever remember being so incredibly turned on by a guy! Or by anything! Her body had literally shook with the sexual pressure and passion within!

It had been like she was intoxicated on the sexual heat, high, like she was stoned! She had been lost in a dark fever dream of wicked, kinky, perverted sexual passion like nothing she'd ever felt in her life, nothing she'd ever even imagined!

And some part of her wanted more of it! She couldn't help it!