You argue a little

“Are you sure, I mean…”
“My dear, I need to get my satisfation somehow.’
“Couldn’t we go somewhere else?”
“Why?” She coos “We’re here now. You can’t wait for pleasure.”
You dumbly resist, feeling terrible as you do, knowing that your worries may end this beautiful opportunity. She turns round, sitting with her legs to one side.
“Dear dear.” She says “I can see you’re not going to come round.”
She grabs you bodily in an instant and stretches you over her large black thighs, trapping your cock between them.
“So maybe I’ll have to persuade you.”
Effortlessly, she holds back your weak, flailing hands and pulls down your pants. She coos again when she sees your naked butt.
“Oooh, nice and firm!” She says “You may not have much on you, but you’re a toned little ****.”
You pale a little.
“A what?”
“****. I think, on reflection, that you are my little ****. Is that okay with you?”
She moved her thighs, jacking you off between the iron, sweat covered pistons of her legs.
“Y…yes.” You stammer, not knowing what a denial might lead to.
Without warning, she brings her hand down on your cheeks, over and over, getting harder and harder. She leaves little pauses, to lull you into a sense of security, then suddenly slaps down again.
It hurts , but you tense your ass and take it. She isn’t using her full strength, but still with every blow the stinging is worse- it is a cocktail of pain and pleasure as her surprisingly soft- skinned thighs continue to lovingly caress your cock.
She stops, showing mercy, and giggles at your blushing behind.
“Oh, my dear ****!” She says “Soon I’ll need to give you a massage. But for now you will do what mistress Yvette says, okay?”
“Yes mistress.” You say, **** with pain and pleasure “I’ll do anything for you.”
“Good boy. So get on your knees and lick out my cunt, like a good ****. Its very wet from your help, you’ll be glad to see.”
She takes you by the hair and guides you between her chocolate thighs, which open to reveal her dripping, shaved pussy.