Fucing Leasa

A meeting converts a woman who preferred old black men to be an old white man's slave.

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Chapter I

It’s one of those beautiful days that only occur in California. It’s fall and San Francisco is particularly beautiful. I’ve only just arrived in this city from the Midwest. I came for, of all reasons, I met a married woman on the Internet. She’s young, early 30/s, blonde, attractive (36C-26-34) and really likes old black men. Funny how I wound up here, an old white guy, also married, traveling 2000 miles for this meeting. I must be crazy…but then again this one may well be worth it. You see I feel attractive women are meant to be possessed…not used, possessed. They are meant to serve and through that service they find the pleasure in life they seek. They crave being controlled and I provide that. But hey, that’s another story, let’s get back to this one.

I took the red eye in this AM and after a lengthy cab ride checked into the Marriott hotel by the docks. It’s about 2:00 PM and I’m waiting in my room for this mystery woman to show up. I actually gave her my real name so that when she arrived at the hotel she could call my room using the house phone. I could have met her the bar with the usual, I’m wearing this…you’re wearing that routine, but for some unexplained reason, with this one I had developed a feeling of trust. How fucking crazy is that. Some wild blonde I’ve never met, I know nothing about and I tell her my real name? The years on taking their toll on my sanity.

The sound of the phone ringing broke the silence of the room and startled me back to the present. “Hello”

“It’s Leasa, do you want me to come up?”

“No, I’ll be right down, wait for me by the elevator door. “ I know what she looks like from the many photos’ she has sent me. I couldn’t help but think, this one will be a challenge.

When the elevator door opened there she stood, dressed in a short black mini skirt, pale silk blouse and 2” heels which accentuated the shape of her calves nicely. I couldn’t help but wonder if she had done as she was instructed to and not wore a bra and panties. I would find out soon enough.

She looked me over smiling and said, “You really are older and I’m not sure you’re what I expected.”

“Oh! Just what did you expect?”

“Well, you never told me you had a beard…and that it’s mostly gray. You also never mentioned your hair is…rather thin in the front and almost completely gray.” Then she started to laugh. Pleased with the bemused look on my face.

I smiled at her and said, “Come lets walk down to the Pier. I’m going to take some photo’s of you.”

Strange as it may seem we seemed like old friends right off. Both of us very comfortable with each other and the conversation flowed. Once at the Pier, we began to take pictures, “G” rated pictures. She seemed a natural and loved being in front of the camera. However, during one shot when she was sitting on a bench, she opened her legs, just slightly, and I could clearly see she was wearing no panties. I smiled, she took instruction well…and my cock started to grow.

We continued our journey around the docks, finding different places to take photo’s, some public but also some very remote. In one such remote place we noticed a disheveled homeless guy in a lump, leaning against one of the Pier posts. Looking at Leasa and then at the man I was struck with the contrast. Her dressed to the nines, him a mess. I instructed her to move over by the man for a photo or two. Standing next to him she made a face, indicating he smelled pretty bad. She was looking at me as the man raised his head and from his vantage point could see directly up Leasa’s dress. He was drooling, salvia running from his mouth, teeth discolored from a considerable period of neglect, eyes blood shot and a bottle wrapped in brown paper between his legs. He lifted the bottle offering Leasa a drink. The bottle hit her thigh and she had to spread her feet slightly to maintain her balance. In doing so, it afforded the guy a generous view of her pussy. All the guy could do was stare and drool, hypnotized by the unbelievable view he was being given.

Now Leasa has a playful side to her, as I found out because she knew exactly what she was showing buy made not attempt to obstruct his view. She knelt down, resting herself on her heel, looked at him, smiled, and using his lapel wiped his mouth saying, “In your dreams sweety.”

When I heard that something snapped in my brain and a plan began to hatch. Acting as if I was going to give him money, I took out a pencil, and wrote on a receipt I had in my pocket.

I’m at the Marriott, Room 1016, be there in 1 hour. You won’t be sorry.

With a 10 dollar bill I place the note in his hand. Leasa asked what I wrote and I told her, I told him to get some food and another bottle. She accepted that.

We left the Pier, and made our way back to the Marriott. I directed her to the bar and ordered two Beefeater Martini’s, on the rocks. We spent the next half hour in the bar and consumed two more drinks apiece.

Placing my hand on her thigh I said, “Leasa, it’s time to go up.” Where upon, without a word we rose and walked to the elevator.

Once in the elevator I hit 10, the doors closed and up we went.

“I know you don’t have panties on Leasa, but I have to know if you’re wearing a bra.” I said as my hand moved to her breast.

I was pleased to see that she had followed my instructions to the letter and did not have a bra. My cock began to stir as the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened.

Once inside I said, “You enjoyed teasing that Homeless guy didn’t you? You know you shouldn’t tease like that…it’s not nice You need to be punished for that!” As I guided her by the arm to the bed pulled her over my knee, pulled her short dress up exposing her gorgeous ass and slapped her ass hard both on the cheeks and thighs. She moaned as the sting of each blow heightened.

After, about 10 hard swats, I pushed her to the floor. “Now, get up and dance for me Leasa…come on…dance!” I moved to the radio, found a jazz station playing slow sensual music, turned to Leasa and again commanded, “Dance you little tease, dance for me!”

Wiping the tears from her eyes she stands, a bit unsteady in her heels but after a moment gains her bearings and begins to move to the music.

“Strip from me…make my cock hard!”

First came the blouse, her 36C tits literally exploded from behind the blouse as the blouse was tossed to a near by chair. Then in a manner so fucking sexy I nearly came in my pants she slowly unzipped her skirt and let it drop stepping out of it as it hit the floor.

There before me, in this hotel room, in a strange city, stood this vision of loveliness, naked except for a pair of 2” heels. This woman, who now was half tipsy and had regained her confidence knowing her body had me hook line and sinker. In her mind, I was now putty in her hands.

Dancing and moving close to me she said, “Hey old man, do you like what you see? Confidence was written all over her face as she continued, “you still have your clothes on.”

Now she was teasing me, little did she know the surprise that was in store for her. Before this night was over, she would be a changed woman.

It was then that there came a knock on the door. Pulling the bedspread off the bed Leasa wrapped it around herself as I answered the door.

“Get rid of whoever it is.” She cooed.

I opened the door and there he stood, the Homeless guy. His smile exposed his stained teeth and we both could smell him from 3 feet away.

“Am I early?” he said as he entered the room closing the door behind him.

To Leasa total amazement I replied, “No you’re just in time, the party is just starting!”

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Chapter II

The shocked quizzical look on Leasa’s face was worth a fortune. She literally was stepping backwards away from the door, hand clutched tightly to the bedspread under her chin. You could almost see the questions running through her mind reflected in her face. Then the silence was broken.

“What the hell is going on here” she squeaked, afraid of the answer.

I ignored her knowing that would raise her fear level higher as I invited the Homeless Guy to take a seat, which he did immediately. I told him, “You’ve got the best seat in the house. You’re in for a real treat my friend…a real treat.”

I turned to Leasa and slowly stepped in front of her. Taking her by the shoulders I positioned myself behind her. She was now about 8 feet away from our new friend and we both were facing him. It was hard to tell but he looked to be in his late 50’s and appeared as though he had seen better times, meaning he wasn’t always homeless. We would find out later that he used to have a good job but with the costs in SF he couldn’t afford his Apartment. When he lost the apartment he was unable to keep up with the demands of his job. He lost the job and unable to find another he wondered the streets.

I began to rub Leasa’s shoulders, then neck and my fingers found their way to her hair as I massaged her scalp. My hands went back to her shoulders and my lips were now tracing a wet path on her neck as I gently tugged at the bedspread. Her grip was tight so I slid both hands around her back going upward and cupping her succulent breasts. As I twisted her nipples and massaged the bountiful globes I could feel her drifting off to a special place. A place where inhibitions float away and wanton desire takes command. With my right hand I returned to the bedspread, gave a sharp jerk and it fell to the floor. This beautiful blonde woman now stood naked, pressed tightly against me in full view of ….what’s his name? I laughed to myself, I was giving a guy one of the greatest treats he could experience and I didn’t even know his name!

My right hand returned to her breast as I asked the guy, “What’s your name pal?”

“Eh…eh J…Ji…Jim!” came his raspy reply, never taking his eyes form the blonde beauty in front of him. He was fixated on her tits and watched with open mouth as I manipulated Leasa’s rock hard nipples. Beautiful women love to be appreciated, love attention and most of all, they love being subservient. Leasa was no exception. There in the middle of the room, naked, being caressed by an old guy and drooled over by a total stranger her eyes closed as she melted away. She could feel the all too familiar tingle in her stomach move down to her pussy. She knew she was wet and enjoyed both my touch and the hungry eyes of Jim.

Jim sat is the chair, mouth open legs apart rubbing his cock through his trousers. So I said to him, “Jim, take it out. Show Leasa how hot she’s making you. Go ahead show her.”

Jim didn’t need any more invitation than that as he quickly unzipped his fly and pulled out a nice sized member. It looked to be a good 7 inches and quite wide. Leasa opened her eyes and gasped as it hit her that Jim was masturbating in front of her. I felt her tense up and decided it was time for phase two.

“Jim, take off your clothes, Leasa’s going to give you a shower!”

“No fucking way! I’m not giving him a shower!”

Jim, stood and began removing his clothes and only hesitated briefly when Leasa objected.

Knowing that Leasa was becoming more belligerent with each passing moment I knew I had to act fast to get her back in line. Holding her arm with one hand I reached down, undid my belt, pulled it from its loops and gave Leasa a healthy blow to her ass with the belt. I’m not sure if it was the noise or the pain that caused her to react.

“OOOOUCH! You son-of-a-bitch” she screamed as both of her hands went to her ass to rub it and protect it from further assault.

The second blow hit the backs of her hands and she instantly pulled her hands away in pain. The third blow was hard as I wanted her full attention. It worked, she cried out in pain as the belt found its mark leaving a red mark in it exit.

“You will do precisely as you are told! Do you hear me? Precisely! If I tell you to shower Jim…you fucking well shower Jim! You got that!” As I finished the sentence I once again raised the belt. It was no veiled threat…and Leasa knew it.

With tears in her eyes she nodded her agreement.

“Come on Jim.” I said and taking Leasa by the arm lead her into the bathroom. “Now get your pretty little ass to work!” I instructed her.

Jim, was Johnny-on-the-spot, standing in the bathroom, naked, a raging hard on, looking like a puppy dog waiting for his treat. Christ I damn near broke out in laughter.

Leasa turned on the water, adjusted the temperature and stepped into the shower. Jim eagerly followed. Leasa instructed him to turn his back to her , she grabbed a wash cloth, soap and began to scrub his back. I went back to the bedside and picked up my camera and returned to the bathroom.

Dirt flowed from him and the dark colored water swirled at their feet as it circled the drain and disappeared. Leasa didn’t like what she was doing, but ever the submissive, she was dong a good job. With the wash cloth she cleaned his back, neck shoulders and lowered her hand to his ass wiping up between his cheeks. I white wash cloth appeared from between his cheeks covered with remnants of his street hygiene. Leasa looked at the brown stained cloth, shook her head, scrubbed the cloth clean and returned to insure she hadn’t missed anything.

Now I’m photographing this entire thing and laughing to myself. Leasa is disgusted with Jim but Jim is in heaven as is indicated by a raging hard on sticking proudly out in from of him.

Finished with his back, Leasa shampooed his hair which was knotty with dirt. Content that it was clean she commands Jim to turn around. When she sees his cock sticking straight toward her she turns to me with a pleading look in her eyes.

“Yes that too” I say. “And make sure it’s clean…inspect him!”

Placing the wash cloth down Leasa lathers up her hands and beginning with his chest washes down Jim’s stomach until she reaches his pubic hair line. Taking soap in hand she kneels down on the floor and washes his legs making him lift each foot as she cleans them. There is only one place left to clean and with Leasa kneeling it is directly in front of her face. Using the soap she began to rub first Jim’s pubic hair, then down to his balls. The soap is lathering up quite nicely and finally his cock.

“Scrub it good! I’ll bet it’s been a long time since it was cleaned properly!” I said with a smile.

I don’t believe Leasa heard a word I said. At this point in time she was on auto pilot. Her hand was working back and forth on his rock hard cock while she continued to lather his balls. Jim’s hands had now moved up to hold the sides of the shower and he stared at Leasa with extreme gratitude and fear. Yes fear, he loved the feeling she was giving him…he feared he would not last long. He was right. Within 30 seconds he discharged a load that an 18 year old would be jealous of. It hit Leasa directly in the forehead and ran down her face over her nose and lips and dripped from her chin. I of course had it all on film. My own hard on was in need of attention…but that would have to wait.

Chapter III

Leasa wiped the cum from her face and smeared it over the cock and balls of the homeless guy. Turning her face up to look at him she was greeted by his yellow tooth smile. Salvia was dripping from his mouth onto Leasa’s tits.

“Fuck bitch, you sure do suck cock good!” mumbled Jim.

“Leasa, clean his cock with your mouth. Make sure you get all the cum off his prick and his balls.” I commanded.

Leasa’s face went white. “Please don’t make me do that! He’s a dirty homeless man…I don’t want to. I’ll just wash him off with the soap!” She pleaded

“Didn’t you hear me Leasa? I said clean his cock and balls with your mouth! NOW DO IT!”

Leasa wrenched at the harshness of my voice and turned her head taking Jim’s cock into her mouth. She worked it up and down, and when her mouth was filled with a combination of saliva and cum she spit it out on the floor of the shower.

“Swallow that fucking cum Leasa. Don’t waste it down the drain. Swallow it!!”

Leasa stared at me in disbelief. I was telling her to swallow the cum from this foul homeless guy? She was a beautiful woman meant to be appreciated, praised and respected not degraded like this! It ran against everything she had known all her life. Yet the nastiness of the situation suddenly began to grow inside her and she wanted me to know that now she would do anything I asked. Turning her head toward Jim’s cock she began to kiss the head, massage his balls and lick his shaft up and down taking his balls in her mouth and sucking them clean. All the time she was working on cleaning this foul guy she was staring at me, her eyes half closed, moaning with pleasure. She was now teasing me…and truly enjoying herself.

“Stick a finger up his ass Leasa…now!”

Jim’s eyes damn near popped out of his head with surprise. Immediately she shoved a finger in a place Jim was still a virgin. I had all I could do to keep from laughing. Leasa on her knees, mouth full of Jim’s cock, one hand massaging his balls and the index finger of her other hand now fully up Jim’s ass. Jim’s eyes for sure were going to pop! My cock was so fucking hard I swear if I so much as touched it…I’d cum.

“Leasa, jack him off into your mouth and put another finger in his ass”

Leasa obeyed automatically now. She had lost all resistance and could only comply. Jim moved his hands down and took Leasa by the ears and began to fuck her face hard as she forced her fingers into his ass hard. I knew Jim wouldn’t last much longer but I didn’t want him to cum in her mouth. I had other plans.

“Jim! Pull out of her mouth!” I yelled. He didn’t stop, so I yelled again louder, “JIM PULL YOUR COCK OUT OF HER MOUTH..NOW”

He looked at me as if to say, “Are you fucking serious?” He saw I was and stopped bucking his hips and pulled his cock from Leasa’s mouth with a loud slurp.

“Turn around Jim and spread the cheeks of your ass. Leasa, ream out his ass with your tongue!” Again, no hesitation, Leasa went to work licking his brown hole making Jim squeal with pleasure.

“Okay Leasa, stand up and French him and hold on to his cock”

Jim tried to resist at first but when that beautiful body pressed against him, tits squashed tight and her hand on his cock…he melted.

When she didn’t hesitate but stood and kissed Jim deep, exchanging tongues and she worked his cock back and forth slowly. It was at that moment I was positive, she was mine to do with as I saw fit.

They remained locked in an embrace for several minutes. Leasa worked his cock back and forth and Jim’s hands dug deep into the beautiful white cheeks of her ass.

“Leasa, one good turn deserves another” I said. “Turn around and place your hands on the wall..spread’em!”

Slowly releasing her embrace she turned without question placing her hands high on the shower wall an spreading her feet as wide as the shower would allow. She looked magnificent…I had all I could do not to tell Jim to get the fuck out, strip off my clothes and jump in the shower. This woman, who I only really just met was enticing me in a way I’d never been before. I was beginning to wonder…who really has control here? We would soon see.

“ Jim, butt fuck her!” I commanded.

Leasa’s only reaction was to lower her head and await the invasion she knew was coming.

Chapter IV

I reached into the shower, slapped Leasa on the ass and said, “You’re doing just fine my little slut…just fine! Now fuck her ass Jim!”

Jim tried hard to enter but couldn’t and finally out of frustration grabbed the bar of soap and used it first to liberally lubricate the full girth of his 7 inch cock and then smeared her brown opening. Placing one hand on Leasa’s shoulder and the other on his throbbing member Jim placed his bulbous head against the tight opening and pushed. Her sphincter resisted at first but finally gave way and the head of Jim’s cock now rested within the walls of her ass.