Kitty Jaguar’s anal whore training session

The door creaked open, revealing a dimly lit room dominated by the unmistakable shape of a plush spanking bench. A heavy chain suspended from the ceiling clinked melodically in the stale air, hinting at the twisted pleasures that lay ahead.

Kitty Jaguar, the notorious mistress of anal depravity, sauntered in wearing nothing but a lacy black thong that hugged her ample derriere and a pair of skyscraper heels. Her full breasts jiggled with each confident stride, nipples already hard and begging to be pinched. A devilish grin played on her lips, eager to corrupt her next victim.

Enter the unsuspecting submissive, Donald, a pale, lanky man with a perpetual look of confusion on his face. He shuffled in, eyes darting nervously, as if unsure whether he should be excited or terrified by what awaited him. Mistress Kitty sized him up, a predatory glint in her eye. He would do nicely for what she had in mind.

“Welcome, little one,” she purred, her voice oozing with the sweet venom of a temptress. “Today, we’re going to take our journey to… the dark side of your ass.”

Donald gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he tried to swallow his fear. “I… I’m not sure I’m ready for something that extreme, Mistress,” he stammered.

Kitty laughed, a throaty, wicked sound that sent shivers down Donald’s spine. “Oh, darling. You’re never ready until you are.”

She gestured to the bench, and when Donald hesitated, she cracked a riding crop against her palm. The shrill snap seemed to jolt him into action, and he quickly assumed position, arms outstretched, ass raised high. The cool leather beneath his bare skin sent a tingle through his body, his member already beginning to stir.

Mistress Kitty wrapped the chains around his wrists, securing him with a firm tug. “Now, let’s get your perky little ass ready for the main event.”

As if on cue, a muscular man entered, his dark skin glistening, his cock already engorged and proud. “Ah, DeShawn!” Kitty exclaimed. “Perfect timing. We’re going to break in this newest sub properly.”

“And it’s going to be delicious,” DeShawn growled, eyeing Donald’s quivering rear like a lion sizing up its prey.

Kitty turned back to her victim, grabbing a tube of lube. She squirted a generous amount onto her fingers and teased Donald’s hole, making him gasp. “Mmm, I think you’ll appreciate a touch of the ‘exalted jezebel’ before we really get started, won’t you, pet?”

DeShawn chuckled, kneeling behind Donald. “Yeah, I like where this is going. Voodoo and asshole, the perfect combination.”

The smooth, deep cocoa of DeShawn’s skin contrasted deliciously with Donald’s pale, vulnerable flesh as he invaded his body, penetrating to the hilt. Donald whimpered, his hole stretched wide, as DeShawn began to move, stroking in and out with increasing vigor.

“Oooh, listen to him moan!” Kitty purred, enjoying the show. “He’s so tight… reminds you of little Africa, doesn’t it, DeShawn?”

The implication was clear – anal sex between a white man and a black man, in the heyday of colonialism. A black Adonis plundering the reluctant yet titillated ass of a white submissive, in this ritual of depravity.

“Yes, Mistress,” DeShawn gritted out, sweat beading on his brow. “I’m going to fuck this African ass like the colonizers of yore, yeah. Nice and rough…”

As the tempo increased, Donald’s moans grew louder, his words becoming less coherent. “Pl-please… ohhh… too much… too biiiig…”

“Shhhhh,” Kitty murmured. “You wanted this, remember? You came to ME.” She reached down to tug harshly at his nipples, sending jolts of pain and pleasure through his body. “Now take it.”

DeShawn grunted, slamming into Donald’s ass with lustful abandon, the lewd squelch of lube filling the air. Donald could feel every ridge, every vein of the monstrous cock ravaging him, his insides aflame.

As his screams of mingled agonized ecstasy became too much, Donald let go, tumbling headfirst into a chasm of utter, mind-blasting orgasmic bliss. His cock spasmed, spilling pearlescent ropes of cum across the bench, hips bucking frantically as DeShawn kept fucking him straight through it.

“Oh fuck yes!” DeShawn bellowed, giving a few more powerful thrusts before burying himself deep and unleashing a torrent of hot seed into Donald’s guts. The sensation was overwhelming, almost too intense to bear… but Donald whimpered and pushed back eagerly, greedy for every drop.

As the black market deal finally closed, Mistress Kitty brushed away an errant drop of sweat, surveying her handiwork with dark satisfaction. “Well done, my pets,” she praised, satisfaction evident in her voice. “I’d say that was a most profitable transaction.”