Letters To Rita, Kysa's Mom
(M+/F, size, ir, cons, fantasy)by Kysa Braswell
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Dear Rita:
I have to confess: you are now an almost constant distraction for me! After my "incident" at work today, I thought to myself, how is this little white chick able to have SUCH an impact not only upon my body, but also upon my psyche. You are now a deep part of my mind, and as such, you have a direct action on my libido, and thus my body.
I constantly replay our conversations in my mind at various times of the day (every day) and each night I reread at least one of your letters. I wanted to copy our conversation from the other night, but we spoke so long, that AOL's instant message buffer was full and it cut off the entire first two-thirds of what we had said. So if I repeat any of those words, just forgive me in advance. I really like just talking to you. You're a very fascinating and highly sexually-charged woman. More than anything, you're just a lot of fun! And by associating with me, that makes you a very, very bad girl!
I've been thinking about your age today and the more I think of it, the more I get turned on by it!. The number "38" means nothing, and there's nothing you could do about it, is there? You said yourself that you feel better now than when you were 21, with more energy and fewer kids around the house. You certainly look about 31, given that you've got a great body and that girl-next-door look about you (this is also Sarah Michelle Gellar's current attraction). By the way, I loved the new pictures. (I'm working on a way to get you a "buns" shot of me, but I'm positive Lynette wouldn't take it - she'd ask, "what the hell for?" or something) But it gets me hard as hell just knowing that an older girl like you would be turned on by me, and all the things we could do about it!
With no one else have I ever felt so limitless! I feel as though you've opened my mind to a lot of new things that before you, I dared not think of because I felt they were really just too taboo or out-of-bounds. With other women, including Lynette, I'm too big to go all the way, or to suck (I've had lots of hand jobs on my dates) or even think about trying some of the things we've talked about. Rita, I think of you as Eve and I'm your apple!
The though of my black skin laying next to yours; my black cock being held in your white hands or being stuffed inside your pretty mouth is making me mad with pure lust. Hard-ons always look bigger in clothes, but I have hurt myself today getting numerous erections at work and no where and nothing to do with it! I'd welcome the chance to fuck your living brains out! Oh, I'd be as gentle as I needed to be to allow you to get accustomed to my size, but once you were broken in, I'd bust your pussy so deep and hard that you would beg me to stop.
Speaking of busting, that's something else - your ass would be mine... eventually. I'd work on your ass as if it were homework, gently and slowly stretching you to take the first, then second and third inches of black cock. Eventually, I'd want you to be able to take about five inches. But at almost 3" wide and a full 8.25" of girth, I don't know whether you could, but we'd have fun trying!
As for me, I'm your black fucking buck to do with as you please. Treat me like the piece of meat I am for you. Order and I will obey. My cock, ass, and mouth are yours. My cock is the weapon of you choice - I only ask that you worship and appreciate its strength, weight, and power. My mouth is for your total pleasure, whether for talking, kissing, licking, sucking, nibbling, or best, drinking your tasty cum juices as they came into my mouth and all over my chin and lips. My ass is your key to my total submission to my white slave owner. I want, I crave, and beg for your precious white face and tongue to be between my black asscheeks. But I also want your fingers, and yes, even a dildo up me if it brings you pleasure. ANYthing that excites my little white whore mistress is also what excites this black slave buck of yours!
Rita, I know it's not possible, but I often dream of taming the fire in your belly. I would "try" to tame you in small ways and later some serious deviate ways. Small ways include spanking your ass, pussy, and face with my long fat black cock stalk, beating you into submission with it. Another is forcing you to pay proper respect to my big black cock by a daily ritual sucking, and with, eventually, you will be taught the fine art of swallowing my dark seed on occasion. Not too often would I demand it, since I prefer to fill your womb full of my dark loads.
More deviate and serious ways of taming your fiery spirit would include holding you down while I pour every inch of black cock into your tender folds; slapping your face to bring about tears of sorrow when you don't obey or please me well, and simply raping your very violently (no hitting, just all cock force).
Another way is much more dangerous. It involves teaching the next generation what pleasure a well-hung black buck can give a white woman. I would kidnap you and one your daughters and take you to a remote cabin. There I would handcuff each of you to chairs and begin talking filthy talk to both of you. Disgusted, you begin cursing me for my insolence. I walk up to your daughter, pull out my huge black cock, and ask her to look at it. I swing it around and bump it against her chin and slide it across her sweet white cheeks, saying, "Here's the deal, do you want to get all of this inside you, white girl? Do you want to learn what it feels like to fuck a black man? (She screams, NOOO!!! Fuck you, you nigger bastard!) Then what about to suck a black man? (No!, asshole!!!)" I slap the side of her face very hard with my cock, leaving a good red welt across the side.
"Then what about mom over here? What about you, bitch?" I come over to your chair and my cock is now so hard that it points straight at your mouth. "Do you want to feel a hard black cock sliding up you? Decide now because it's either you or your daughter, lady. If you say yes, then I'll rape you within an inch of your life with what is before your face, all 11 fat inches of it. If you say no, then I take your daughter upstairs and I begin the process of impregnating her."
"Stop it! I'll do it, just leave her alone, you black bastard!"
"Good choice, but I warn you up front: if you don't submit to my every evil pleasure, I will still come down here and I'll be fucking the both of you for the next week, UNDERSTAND?? "Yes, yes, I do," you say. "Now, then let's get started," as I uncuff you and lead you to an upstairs bedroom loft. Your daughter can't see us, but she can sure hear everything that's about to happen.
Upstairs I begin a series of evil things to your body and you start with a blowjob which you have to be slapped into doing. After almost an hour of licking and sucking my black cock and ass through tears of shame and disgust, I spread your legs and begin to rape you like the black beast I am, for hour after hour until finally, your body responds with loud, screaming orgasms as we finish "round one" with you.
The ultimate goal is to retrain you to like black cock over white cock from now on and to service my pleasures whenever I want, or else, I know where to find you and your daughters. I lean over and kiss you deeply on the lips and whisper to you: "I would never touch your daughter. I only wanted your help in teaching her what she doesn't want to miss someday . . . . sooner or, as in your case, later."
You are led back downstairs and handcuffed for a while before I released the both of you, but you are left to explain to her why you were screaming with such pleasure with me after what I did to the both of you and the situation in which I put the both of you.
Right now, I'm thinking of taking a wife for a daily ritual . . . but that's another day and another story....
Love ya!!
- Tyrone
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Dear Rita:
This is in response to your last two letters, and then some. Please forgive me in advance for what I might say, since I will probably go out of bounds and perhaps offend you, but I never mean to, and all you have to do to pull me back over the line is correct me! Now, to address specifically what you said issue by issue.
First, I appreciate the "love" part of your letters. To say that you love me or that what you're writing sounds like a love letter, is actually quite flattering and notable to me, i.e., I LOVE IT! But to confess, I can't deny that I truly have fallen for you. I love you, Rita, and I can't imagine ever experiencing (or even imagining) the incredible highs I feel when I think of you and what we do for each other. I want to marry you or someone like you someday, but I don't expect either to happen. What you give me is fuel for fantasy, and when I am busting Lynette's ass here, believe it or not, I'm fantasizing she were you and that I could make you pregnant (after about 1900 fuckings!) [More on this later that will require a response from you.] I only wish she was "deeper" so I could stroke deeper and longer into her like I do (and will do) you!
Second, it enhances our "relationship" that we respect each other's intelligence - obviously we're both smart and successful, and you've accomplished so much in your life that you have so much to be proud of for yourself. And that personal success lends itself to such Mandingo fantasies for me - yes, I love being dominant (in quite evil ways!), but the other side of me is ready to submit to such a powerful white mistress-owner who has complete control over her buck slave. Even sexual control. You know what he needs and how to give it to him; while you know how to get him to fulfill every one of your needs and desires, too! Ooooo, I'm trembling now just thinking of it!
Third, by exposing your deepest feelings to me, you risk nothing. You risk neither rejection nor exposure. I feel closer to you when you tell me what's in your heart and what's you're feeling, whether it makes you feel great or worries you. I am VERY serious about what is entrusted to me, and I could NEVER tell anyone that you know that you even know me! And even if cornered, I'd pretend I don't know who the hell you are just to protect you. So never worry about that. I've told a couple of my friends only small tidbits, but they have not been interested enough to ask further. Also, your pictures are for my eyes only. I would never disseminate them on the internet. And if we ever part ways, I will delete them with your permission (by the way I run NT, and I have them stored in a hidden, password-secured directory, so anyone who sits down at my computer doesn't even/couldn't even know that directory exists)!
Fourth, you are not now nor could I ever think of you as a slut. Oh I may call you that, but never. We're lovers (in a real, though not actual way), and we share all kinds of illicit feelings that are meant to heighten our passion, not to censure it. So forget that talk - what we do we do for us.
Finally, you drive me ABSOLUTELY crazy with your pregnancy talk! When you described how that is the ultimate gift you could give a man you love, then I almost flipped! (And yes, at this point in the letter my cock is out and it's stretching toward it's almost 11-inch length quite quickly!) But I think of doing that to you quite often. I would really love to pour my black seed inside your womb and make you pregnant every night and for real! But I assume you've been tied and at 51, neither need nor especially want another kid (you've done six!), and here's where I get ridiculously out-of-bounds with you! (please respond)
In my fantasy of kidnapping you and your daughter to a cabin and forcing each of you to make a choice, I was VERY pleased that you did in that fantasy what you had to do and saved your daughter from my sexual advances. And you paid a heavy price in physical-sexual exhaustion as a result. (And remember, this is all fantasy.) My real desire was threefold: (1) to prove a point to you and your daughter about a hung black man; (2) to knock you up with just one fuck; and (3) to force you to explain to her why you eventually gave in and enjoyed your ravishment and the brutal animal fucking I gave you.
But I go back to that and now I want more from it. I have two fantasies now that have sprung from that idea! In one fantasy I want to either separate the two of you in that cabin and fuck both of you; possibly impregnating Kysa by gently introducing her to sex and to the raw power of a big black cock. In the second fantasy, I imagine I have a teenaged son who is a couple of years older than she is, and while I busting mom's ass, he's "breaking-in" Kysa's ass! (and yes, like father, like son; let's assume he's hung too!).
In the first fantasy my reason for kidnapping you two was to breed with you. I need an offspring and two healthy white women could do it. You, having proven your fertility, are the prime target for my seed. And after dozens and dozens and week after week of vicious fucking, I finally succeed in planting my seed deep inside you. But then I look for a second child and I begin to work on Kysa. And in a very manipulative way, unbeknownst to you, I turn the tables and force her to protect you by doing certain forbidden acts with a big black buck.
At first, if she will suck me off, I won't take you upstairs and force you to suck my ass. Then, if she learns to swallow my dark seed, then I promise not to rape your asshole. She agrees to both and accepts her subtle but coercive black "training." But I want more, so I wind up taken her maidenhood. She quickly loosens up and has a surprisingly flexible and large pussy for a young girl. And even after lots of practice, she still can't touch you for pure skill of fucking and sucking, because she lacks your experience and the knowledge of her body like you have. But after only a couple of months of filling her womb with my dark seed, eventually she becomes pregnant and the both of you have an experience to share simultaneously.
All the while, I am brutally fucking your pregnant self, watching each week as your belly swells more and more. I continue to fuck your pussy, like it or not, and when I cum my large loads, I cum all over your swelling belly and milk-filled breasts and rub it into your skin, then make you clean my cock completely before I leave. And all the while her belly swells, too, and you have given me more than I expected, fertile wombs with good breeding stock, and flexible pussies that could accommodate a larger-sized manhood over and over.
In the second fantasy, my 18-year old son (we'll call him Leon), falls in love with your Kysa and begin doing some things that neither of us approve of. In an attempt to keep them apart, you and I meet to discuss solutions. And a charisma of chemistry ignites between us that we wouldn't recognize until a few more phone calls and meetings.
But you're upset that Kysa and Leon have been having sex in your house after school and you saw them petting heavily on the bed one day. You noticed Kysa's hand around the incredible size of Leon's cock for his age, and began to think of the stereotype about black men. She was giggling and kissing him and that thick cock of Leon's, and he had her shirt off, playing with her breasts. You didn't interrupt them, but were confused and upset. You didn't want her doing this with any guy, much less a black guy, but upon reflection, you couldn't get the picture of his cock out of your mind. "Why was it so big?" "What was Kysa DOING with a guy like that?" "Was she fucking him, too?" "Were they using condoms? Or was Kysa taking a wild chance at becoming pregnant from this boy's dark seed?" "How was a kid his age built with a cock like that, and could Kysa ever be able to take something so big and thick inside her at her young age?"
When you told me about what was going on between them, I was upset that my son was dating a white girl. You were more concerned about the protection of your daughter and making sure she wouldn't be carrying a baby around soon. Relationships are tough enough without the added pressure of race complicating things, I thought. But you were the only white woman I would ever meet who could change my mind about that.
You confronted Kysa and asked why she liked Leon over other nice, available (white) boys. She only did a "oh, mom, you wouldn't understand" to you. Later in the week, you overheard Kysa talking on the phone to her best friend and in describing your question to her, Kysa's answer was, "Little does mom know that I've had sex with two other guys, both white, and both were less than 6-inches long, but black guys are hung like bulls! And a big cock is much more fun to play with, besides, Leon's thick 9.5-incher is a real challenge for me to suck and to fuck!!
Upset you called me and we decided to meet over at my place to discuss how to break up the two kids. But you had a curiosity you had to quell before anything would be settled here . . .
And from one question, a love affair was generated between the two of us that is still discovering new avenues....!
Rita, promise not to be too offended! But please respond to these thoughts and these last two "situations" as if I ever catch you two, the raping will commence properly!!
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The End
© Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.org has good sex fiction stories by Kysa Braswell not celebrity porn or another picture gallery but erotic stories from anal sex to water sports. Stories with plenty of oral sex a few spanking tales for tails and some bestiality and other interesting sexual acts.