Exerting Authority

I have grown to accept this now and it briefly took the edge off what we were doing at that moment. He suddenly decided to delve into the interracial power dynamic between us. I believe that it was his desire to exert some authority over me. After all, I was an upper middle class married white woman in a nice car and he was a black man from the wrong side of town that I barely knew. Until this moment, I had all the power. He took it from me. We shouldn’t have been on a date let alone parked behind an abandoned house in a bad neighborhood and only half dressed. He had only one thing that held leverage over me, and it was between his legs. At my weakest moment, he struck. We were in the back of the car and the head of his penis was literally rubbing against my labia and driving me insane. I was so wet I was dripping. He knew that as soon as he put his cock inside me, the power dynamic between us would change.

My body only wanted one thing right then and he wasn’t ready to give it to me just yet. Normally you think of the man as the aggressor and the woman having all the power. But, I had taken all the risks to get to this place. My husband was out of town. My kids were staying with my mom. I had one free night, and this was how I chose to spend it. I was the aggressor, and he knew that I was not willing to go home without satiating my desires. I was only millimeters away from having intercourse with him and I would have been furious had I been denied. Even at the time, I realized that he needed this for his ego. He wanted to extract a price from me for my indulgence. I also knew that the price he wanted was my dignity and I allowed myself to be humiliated just to get him inside me. I would have done anything at that moment to have him fuck me and he knew it.

The first price was easy, after all there were only two of us in the car and no one could hear what I said. He had me confess verbally that I had contacted him tonight only because I wanted to be fucked by a black man. He had me say a lot of nasty shit about being a married white woman craving big black cock. If I hesitated at all, he would put just the tip of his penis inside me, then withdraw. My body would shiver, and I would quickly relinquish. Everything I said was true, it was just humiliating to admit those things out loud, especially to myself. I was ashamed, but it didn’t stop me.

The second price was a bit riskier. He had me use my phone to take a few closeup videos of his cock rubbing and then slightly penetrating my vagina, just in far enough that the head of his cock would disappear inside me. Then he made me watch them. It was incredible realizing that it was my vagina in the pornographic videos. I found it interesting how my labia would almost flower as he penetrated me. They were both shameful and erotic at the same time. Then he told me to send the videos to his phone. I pleaded with him, explaining that I knew enough about meta data, the data that is encoded in the video file that displays who took the video and when. He said he wouldn’t fuck me unless I did. I wasn't in a position to bargain. I typed in his number and pressed send. I was his whore and he knew it.

The third price I paid was perhaps the highest and I didn’t know I had paid until after we had finished having intercourse. After pressing the send button on the text, he finally fucked me. It was interesting that making me humiliate myself only served to heighten my desire for him and increase the satisfaction I felt as he satiated my body. Having him fuck me was the only thing that I wanted, and I lost myself in the feelings of having him deep inside me. My mind was off, my body was on. I don’t know how many times that I had orgasmed when I finally felt him release inside me. We lay there in each other's arms for several minutes. I was so satisfied. What an unexpected adventure.

It wasn’t until I opened the car door to get dressed that I realized that it had started snowing. Only when I reached inside the car to retrieve my underpants did it occur to me that we had not used condoms and that he had ejaculated inside me. The final price I had paid was that by temporarily withholding my satisfaction, I had been so consumed with getting him inside me that the detail of protection had escaped me. I had surrendered every last part of me to his desire.

We discussed the fact that we had not used any protection as I drove him back to his place. It was probably a good thing that it was not that far because he seemed completely fine doing it bareback and having ejaculated inside me. I was a little more than pissed as I had already realized that, besides the STD risk, it was not a good time of the month for me. He said that he had a condom with him but he was glad that I hadn't asked. Now I was equally pissed with myself. I also found it quite arrogant of him to suggest that I call him again sometime. I drove away thinking, 'no fucking way'.

Fortunately, I wasn't pregnant. Now the ugly truth is that him exerting authority over me, instead of being passive only makes him want to see him again.

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