“What I do with my body is no concern of yours!” Sherri shot back. Stew looked shocked. He didn’t expect her response at all. His elevator gaze went from the patterns on her feet, up her legs, to the rings on her beautiful slick vagina, the scrolling lettering over her mons pubis, the floral pattern that circled her navel and twisted between her breasts to her right and left shoulders, and finally the jewelry that adorned her nipples. She had large rings through her nipples and a gold chain that dangled between her breasts. The backs of her hands were adorned in henna patterns.
Stew’s cock began to stir. Noticing his flushed face and tenting pants, Sherri slowly turned to let her husband see her back. She knew the words “I fuck” written in vertical scrolling letters would send him over the edge or freak him out.
“It’s … It is beautiful!” Stew said almost breathlessly.
“You think it is sexy?” Sherri said smiling coyly. She was giving him that look that she used to catch him years ago. She glanced down and saw his cock standing out in his slacks.
“Take it out and stroke it,” she whispered. It was an impulse. She really didn’t want to see Stew’s pathetic white cock. She wanted to control him. Almost like a robot, Stew removed his pathetic six-inch wiener and started pumping.
“That’s right, baby. Stroke for your momma,” Sherri urged him on. “Come on daddy. Pump it for me! Cum in your hand for me,” she whispered, urging him on.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! I’m cumming,” Stew gasped and blasted into his hand. He sat down on the patio chaise lounge chair and gasped for breath. It was more pleasure than he had ever felt.
***
“Hello?” It was Veronica.
“Hi Sherri! We landed in Jamaica and checked in. I’m on the beach now raking in some rays, and this gorgeous hunk is looking at me!” she squealed.
“Oh my, Veronica!. You’re still on the prowl? How is Aldo?”
“Aldo? Oh! Aldo!” She said it like she had forgotten about the groom on her honeymoon. “He was on the bed when I left our room. Oh my god!”
“What’s happening?” Sherri said.
“He’s coming toward me. I want to talk to him. I got to hang up. Bye!”
“Well, Veronica is having fun,” Sherri thought to herself. She lit a joint and sat back on the lounge chair. Letting the smoke slowly escape, she thought about Stew turning docile when she described her affair with James.
“That’s right! It’s an affair,” she thought to herself. She picked up a copy of Maxim magazine and began looking at the images.
Her cell phone rang.
“Hello?” It was James.
“Meet me at 3 o’clock,” he said and hung up.
“Wait!” she said, but the click told her he hung up. She glanced at her watch and she only had time to get dressed. She got up, not thinking that she was now at James’ beck and call. She really didn’t mind.
She stepped into the bath and drew in a breath of the herbs and spices contained in James concoctions. After getting out she sensually rubbed the oils on her skin, paying attention to her nipples and vagina rings.
She put her nipple jewelry on and waited a moment to admire it. She had gold horizontal barbells securing spider web nipple shields. She attached a six-inch long chain to one of her labia rings. She slipped on a sexy, filmy “open toed” thong that allowed the chain to dangle between her thighs.
She attached gold chain to the ring in her left nostril and fastened the other end of the chain to her left ear.
Then she slipped on a robe with a high bodice. It was like a tent but the hemline was asymmetrical and only went to three inches below her smooth, slick cunt. It had been bleached to match her milky white skin. As she walked, flashes of her cunt could be seen. When she sat down, she was exposed for all to see.
She lit a joint and took a deep toke. She walked out to her Mercedes to meet James in the ground floor bar.
James was dressed in the usual brocade robe with gold and embroidery around the edges. She held the chair for her master to set down. Then she sat down across the table from him. She was careful to keep her knees shoulder width apart. She held her back straight and looked straight ahead. It was a display of public submission to her master. Her eyes were affixed to the table before her.
James ordered a white wine. Sherri waited for her master to nod that it was permissible to drink, before she picked it up and put it to her lips. She kept her eyes fixed on the table.
Several tables away, a black man watched. He could clearly easily see Sherri’s smooth slick cunt and skin illustrations on her legs and thighs. He carefully noted that Sherri kept her back straight and that she sat on the first six inches of her chair.
“I have something to tell you, master,” Sherri said, averting her eyes.
“Tell me.”
“My husband, Steward, saw my beautiful skin illustrations.”
“What did he say?”
“He loves them. He became very aroused by them. I saw that he was aroused. I suggested that he masturbate. He did. I told him that you are my master.”
“What did he say?”
“He was in complete acceptance.” Sherri said.
“Tell him that you will allow him to clean your body after our rendezvous.”
“Yes, master! But I want to keep your precious semen inside me.”
“Tell him to only clean off the outside. Do not allow him inside your body,” James said.
“Yes, master.”
“I’m ready to leave now,” James said.
Sherri got up and held the chair for him. She followed him to his apartment.
***
Once inside, James flipped a switch a video display and the image of a white woman, dressed in African regalia, a primitive black man began dancing. The distant sound of drums could be heard in the background. Their bodies intertwined as they moved. The set was decorated with the same regalia on the walls of James’ apartment-sanctuary.
“Sit down.” It was a command. Sherri took the same position with her body in the chair as she had been trained to do. Just out of her peripheral vision James poured the dark wine into the grey metallic goblet. He walked to her and handed it to her.
“Stand up!”
Sherri turned and looked into his eyes.