Molly's Rich Black Master

 

This is the story of a weird, freaky girl: me. I became a weird, freaky girl about three months ago. That was when I went into this guy's office to work on syncing his Blackberry with the office email system.

My name is Molly. I was working tech support at an insurance company, courtesy of my diploma from Jersey Tech. The guy was a new Vice President. He was big, and Black, and within a couple of days he was treating me like his sex slave and making me call him sir. Since he was also giving me the most mind-blowing orgasms and an incredible thrill ride of a sexual experience, I was perfectly fine with that.

He and his brothers, for they were Black men from England, and triplets, did their best to turn me into a sex slave from the inside out. Oh, I don't mean they actually ever tried to keep me a prisoner or anything. No, they instead worked on conditioning me, on brainwashing me. They used pain - and pleasure.

A lot of pleasure.

A freaking, giant, incredible ton of pleasure!

And the more degraded I was, the more humiliating I had to act, the wilder and more intense the pleasure had become. They turned me from a nerdy computer tech into a bondage slut who craved hot, nasty sex the way junkies crave their drug of choice.

They almost broke my mind, almost took away who I was, which was Molly, and made me into this sexual animal girl who would just crawl on the floor and beg for sex, like a bitch in heat. And the scariest part was that I was loving it, would have gone on loving it.

But I wouldn't have been me any more.

So I ran away, ran from Manhattan to Atlantic City. I got work in a casino there and tried to shake myself free of all that conditioning. I might have, if I'd had more time, but then I met Chris.

Chris Dalton is a professional basketball player who has a degree in Systems Analysis and a lot of anger inside him. He's Black and seven feet tall, which can be a bit awkward for a girl who's five feet three, and he and I communicate on multiple levels in a weird and complicated kind of way. We sort of 'get' each other.

The thing is, he wants me to be sort of a girlfriend, but when I was with the triplets, Alex Blake and his brothers, they took a lot of videos and pictures of me, and started a special web site for high paying clients. If I was to be Chris Dalton's girlfriend I'd probably get into the papers, and then maybe those pictures and videos would re-surface.

Or maybe Alex would show up. He's the possessive type. He wasn't seven feet tall but he's a big guy, and so are his brothers, and they all thought I belonged to them, that I was their sex slave.

God knows I told them I was often enough. They'd make me say it over and over and over again, then tape record my voice and play it back to me while they drove me crazy with vibrators.

Sometimes Chris has me tell him about some of the stuff they did to me in graphic detail. It gets him really hard, and sometimes he does the same thing to me. He has anger issues, but isn't nearly as imaginative as the Blake triplets were about how to vent that anger on blonde white girls.

But he's learning.

As for me, I have my own issues, many of them courtesy of the Blake brothers. When you're tied up and blindfolded and have headphones in your ears telling you how much you love Black cock - for hours and hours - while a vibrator drives you crazy, well, that leaves an impression.

I do love Black cock now. I've been conditioned to love Black cock. I've been conditioned to get breathless and hot when a Black guy looks like he's gonna get rough with me.

And Chris, like I said, has anger issues. When he takes me, it's rough, even violent, but God it's incredibly hot!