Jada Lights My Fire

So far I wasn’t impressed with L.A. The job paid well, so I could get a decent house in Topanga Canyon, but L.A. is a cold city. Not as measured by the mercury, of course, but by the people. So I was, needless to say, not thrilled to hear a loud knocking and pressing of my doorbell at two in the morning. I had to stumble out of bed, throw on some sweats, grab the .38 just in case, and head for the front door all while listening to some asshole who couldn’t wait for a minute.

I looked through the peephole and found not a gang banger on my front step but a disheveled black woman. Still, her friends could be just out of sight. “What do you want?” I demanded of her.

“Oh god, you’ve got to help me!” she said loudly with a sexy, throaty voice that sounded familiar. I turned on the brighter light to see if I could recognize her, maybe from work. “My car’s in a ditch a mile down the road, and my cell’s out of juice!”

“And you walked all this way? There’s at least a dozen other houses.”

“I, I guess,” she said. I cracked the door open a bit and saw that she had a bruise on her forehead, so perhaps she was disoriented. I decided to let her in. She stumbled through the door once I had it opened for her. She was a cute one. Strike that; she was hot. She couldn’t have been more than five feet tall, and she had a huge pair of tits that strained at her slinky blouse. She was also barefoot, I noticed. Only a pair of shorts finished her outfit.

“I need to call,” she said. “Um, someone. Oh my god, it’s dizzy in here.”

Been drinking much? “Are you hurt badly?” I asked.

“Huh? No.”

“You’re forehead’s bleeding a bit,” I said, trying to wipe it off with a tissue, but she swatted my hand away.

“No! Leave it alone!” she said, and then it clicked. I recognized the voice. I didn’t know her personally, but maybe millions of men did. I was looking at super sexy adult film star Jada Fire. What incredible luck. Now she sat down on the sofa, looking dizzy. “That bastard, he crashed my car,” she said, now with her voice softening as she seemed to get very, very tired. Without saying more, she lay down and fell asleep.

In hindsight I should have recognized that as a bad sign and taken her to the hospital. Luckily, she did wake up fine later, so my inaction was harmless. At the time, I wanted to find her car so I could report the accident, especially if someone else was involved. I assumed she had been driving uphill, since there’s only one way in and out of my neighborhood, so I drove down looking for her auto. I found it, presumably. There was a man standing by a Mercedes, clutching the hood with one hand while he finished puking into the grass. Before I could do more, he got into the driver’s seat, gunned the engine until the tires caught and the big car careened out of the shallow ditch, then did a U-turn and hurled back down the mountain.

Whatever. I returned home to find my Jada still passed out on the couch. This was too good to pass up. Since she seemed out for the count, I wasted no time pulling her clothes off and putting them away somewhere.  Once she was naked I carried her to the bedroom and began tying her hands and feet to the bed. I couldn’t tie her legs as widely spread as I wanted, but I wasn’t going to fuck her passed out, and until she woke up, I needed to sleep. I did shove two pillows under her ass so she would be at maximum readiness when she did wake up. Then I fell asleep beside her.

I was in a wonderful, semi-dreamlike trance when my slight hold on slumber was broken by Jada’s stirrings beside me. I awoke as she was mumbling and moving. “Shh,” I said. “It’s alright now, my darling.”

“What? Huh?” Luckily, I woke up with a terrific bit of morning wood, so I was able to practically roll right up onto her and gently pierce her twat. I went in pretty easily, of course. She’s a well plumbed girl. “Oooh,” she moaned as I slid in and out of her. She was oiling up nicely in her love tunnel. Very nicely, and soon each pullback was accompanied by a slurping sound as her love juices were churned and stirred.

The problem was I couldn’t see her. With the shades drawn on a moonless night outside, the only light in the room came from the red digits of the clock. Trying not to break my pace, I reached over and clicked on the light.

“Aahh!” she cried, blinded, as was I. But no matter. I continued thrusting away at her in increasingly rapid thrusts. I clutched at her giant black melons as I gazed down at her still dazed face. She wasn’t bleeding, but maybe she was still a bit out of it. But she had a big smile on her face. “I love you!” she mumbled, and my heart leapt. Jada Fire, a hot babe who’d been pounded more than a crate of veal cutlets, picked me as her man. With a shout of pleasure of my own, I stiffened up and released my terrific load of semen into Jada’s hot box. I collapsed on top of her, our bodies one. It was enough for one night, and I could be happy. I turned off the light and fell asleep lying atop her, my cock slowly coming to a rest in her pussy.

I awoke to a scream that hurt my ears, and jumped off Jada, where I was still lying. The girl was certainly animated now, and she stared at me with terror filled eyes as she pulled at the ropes holding her lashed to my bed. “Who are you? What’s going on? What did you do?”

“Jada, I’m your boyfriend now. Don’t you remember last night?” I asked her.

“Look, okay, now just let me go now, okay?”

“What do you mean, let you go? You like this. I saw you on Hogtied. This gets you off.”

“I do a thousand straight sex scenes with white boys, and you think of those three sessions?”

“But you said the orgasms were better. I can give you that,” I said. “I will give you that.”

“You can’t keep me here! Shit! Don’t you think I’ll be missed?”

“By millions, but I’m so lucky to have you I don’t care.”

“Just untie me you bastard!” she screamed at me. She was being rude and I didn’t want either of us to say anything we would regret. I didn’t keep much in the bedroom, but there was a ball gag in the dresser drawer. It didn’t seem likely that Ashley would be coming back into my life since she stormed out, so I figured Jada could use it. I stuffed the fat ball gag into her mouth and fastened it behind her head, all while she was screaming obscenities at me. Once she was quieted I stopped to think. Apparently all relationships really did take work, and I wouldn’t win her over quite so easily after all. I’d have to show her the greatest bondage sex she could imagine.

I had to go down to the basement to get the floggers and a few other toys. I never did outfit the place correctly, and it wouldn’t be as good as the bondage sites she was used to, but I thought I could make it work for her. After all, she wouldn’t be burdened with a safe word when she was with me. I returned to the bedroom and found Jada trying desperately to free herself. I guess she found it more realistic if she played hard to get. I couldn’t make out her words, but I suspected she was still swearing at me. That is, until I used the flogger across her magnificent titties.

She didn’t scream. Rather, she yelped and froze, staring up at me. I hoped she would be a fast learner, but I hit her a few more times to make my point. “Are you going to be quiet?” I asked her. She nodded vigorously. “Are you going to be respectful?” Again she nodded her agreement. It was important to show trust so I took the gag away.

“Do you like being flogged?” I asked her.

“Yeah. I like it,” she said. She sounded like maybe she didn’t believe it. I chose to believe she was trying for that effect. Either way, I began slapping her naked, dark skin with the flogger, not excepting her juicy shaved cunt. Yep, she was wet down there. She’s a horny slut who loves sex, after all. Love it or not, she still strained to escape, particularly when her titties or pussy was my target.

Now, if I were a professional I would have kept the whole thing going for exactly 45 or 60 or however many minutes were in some contract, but I’m not. I was just a horny guy lucky enough to get Jada Fire naked and tied in my bed. My own cock was raging by then, so I finally tossed the flogger onto her body and climbed aboard. She squealed when my cock first found its way into her hot box. It was our second love-making, but seemed more satisfying than the first, itself terrific, thanks probably to the foreplay. I mauled her titties as my cock slurped in and out of her cunt. She began a loud wail as her orgasm began. As soon as her cunt started shaking, it was enough to send me over the edge, and soon my own hot spunk was flowing into her like a geyser. I shot several bursts into her, and pulled out to put more onto her. I managed to slide up enough to shoot some on her tits, but I was out by the time I tried for her face. Oh well, there would be time for that later. She still had two more holes to fill, after all, and I’d been a bad host in ignoring them.

We both collapsed in exhaustion. In time I got dressed and went downstairs for some breakfast. I’d have to untie Jada soon enough, but I wanted her to have a good hot meal waiting or she might have left. When I was ready, I returned for her. I untied her from the bed, but got her hands cuffed behind her and a collar put around her neck, fixed to the leash that I held. She didn’t seem to mind. I’m sure she was warming up to being my slave. Very sure of it.

In the dining room, I fed her by hand, not making her use the utensils at all. We watched the morning news and ate in silence until a brief story came on. It was about the overnight disappearance of an adult film performer by the name of Jada Fire, real name Jada Fire. Her ears perked up. “I want to see this,” she said.

“Of course.”

“Jada Fire, who turns 33 in less than one week, was reported missing last night by her friends. She was last seen in the company of a local DJ, Guido “the machete” Jones. Police report that Jones has been questioned but is no longer a suspect. Unfortunately, Jones’s memory of the evening is hazy and can provide no information about their whereabouts last night. He has been charged with driving while intoxicated.”

That was the end of the story. “Wow. That’s it?” she asked.

“It seems so.”

“So we, um, get to be together for longer. Right?”

“We sure do, and I couldn’t be happier, Jada my love.”

“Yeah, heh, me too,” she said, looking around and fixating on the back door. I kept it locked, of course.

And that’s the story of how we met. Jada and I have been together for some time now. She likes to pretend that she wants to be freed. It’s a fun little game we have. But there are no games when it comes to fucking. Keeping the luscious black girl bound, naked, and constantly stimulated with whipping, clamps, biting, and various other shows of affection has given both of us some of the most spectacular, amazing, earth shaking sex imaginable. It’s even distracting Jada from her pretending to want to leave, but it’s a small price to pay for our happiness together.

Disclaimer: I don't really have Jada Fire locked in my house, and won't unless she actually requests it. If she reads this and actually wants to fulfill this fantasy, she only need ask, and buy me a house in the Santa Monica mountains. Alternatively, a different fantasy could be done without the house part. I'm really, really flexible in this matter.