Madame Ebony

Fantasy phone sex gets a little carried away.

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MADAME EBONY

Copyright 1998
J.A. Loftin



"Welcome to Madame Ebony's Boudoir. Please give me your credit card 
number and date of expiration so we can proceed." 

The caller nervously supplies the information requested while the 
woman enters the data into her computer. 

"Well, darlin’,  do you have any special fantasies that you want me 
to indulge tonight," she says, emphasizing special provocatively. 
During the long pause that follows, she stifles a yawn as she scans 
the menu of scripts displayed on the monitor. Once the meter is 
running she doesn’t rush her callers, at the prices she charges she 
is happy to let them take their time. After a minute of silence she 
inquires, "Are you still there?"

The sound of someone clearing his throat can be heard faintly. 
Finally a hesitant voice says, "Yes, I’m still here."

"Don’t be shy, sweetcakes, I won’t bite. I’m a girl who just loves 
talking about sex. It doesn’t matter whether it’s awkward first-time 
sex or hot and kinky monkey love, I like to talk about it. So tell me 
what gets you hot and I'll take you there."

Apparently reassured by her words, the man blurts "I keep having this 
fantasy about a big black woman cutting off my balls and making me be 
her oral sex slave."

The woman quivers involuntarily as he speaks, a powerful lust slowly 
begins to grip her loins. She struggles momentarily to regain enough 
composure to reply ... the screen saver switches on  obscuring the 
menu which will not be any help anyway -- this is uncharted waters.  

"My, my, you certainly know how to get my motor running. If I didn’t 
know better, I’d think you’ve been reading my diary." 

She pauses and then in a quiet, confidential tone she tells him "I’ve 
been looking for someone to neuter and turn into my personal pussy-
licker for a long time." 

She reaches her hand into her panties. One finger strokes her 
clitoris and another slips inside of her cunt, causing her to squirm 
slightly as she notices how wet she has become. 

"Let me tell you a little about myself," she continues. "I'm just 
over six feet tall with a thin and muscular runner’s body. I have 
fine Ethiopian features, silky blue-black skin and closely-cropped 
hair. I’m very strong and aggressive. And I have a penchant for 
submissive white men. Right now I’m standing here completely naked 
rubbing my clit and getting very aroused thinking about making you 
into a eunuch and having you service me with your mouth. That turns 
you on, doesn’t it, slave?" 

"Y-yes ... Mistress," he manages to stammer.

In her best sultry voice she asks "Well, are you ready to turn your 
fantasy into reality to please your ebony queen ... to sacrifice your 
manhood to demonstrate how much you worship me?"

"If that’s what you want, Madame Ebony," he answers meekly.

"That is exactly what I want, slave!" 

She takes a moment to collect her thoughts. 

"You’ll need a few things before we start. Get several pieces of 
twine and the sharpest knife you can find. Bring them here and I’ll 
tell you what to do next. Don’t keep me waiting, slave. Go!"

The sound of a receiver being hurriedly placed on a hard surface, 
followed by retreating footsteps, can be heard through the speaker of 
the hands-free telephone. As she waits, the woman occupies herself by 
pulling her hair into a ponytail and applying a light blush to her 
milky white cheeks. After a few minutes have passed the speaker comes 
to life.

"I’m back, Mistress. I have everything you asked for ... now what?"

"Are you naked?"

"No."

"Then get naked!" she orders.

Again the sound of a receiver sharply banging against something solid 
emanates from the speaker. Distinct sounds of clothes being removed 
hurriedly follows.

"Okay, I'm naked."

"Does your phone have a hands-free feature?" 

"Yes, Mistress."

"Turn it on ... I want both your hands free. And adjust the volume to 
high ... I want to hear everything as you obey my commands."

A few seconds pass before he announces "It's on and adjusted as you 
requested, Madame Ebony."

"Good. Now I want you to pull your ball sac as far as it will stretch 
and tie one piece of twine around it as close to your balls as you 
can. Then tie another piece of twine around it as close to your cock 
as possible. Once you've done that, take another piece of twine and 
tie one end to the twine by your balls and the other to the base of 
the heaviest piece of furniture nearby, and then pull it as taut as 
you can. Let me know when you're done."

The phone goes silent, except for occasional muted grunts, as he 
complies with her orders. After a minute or so he comes back on the 
line.

"Okay, everything's done."

"All right. Pick up the knife in your left hand and place the edge of 
the blade against the underside of your ball sac between where it's 
tied off with the two pieces of twine. With your right hand start 
stroking your cock slowly."

She pauses for effect, really getting caught up in the fantasy.

"Close your eyes and imagine you are here with me, kneeling at my 
feet and licking my pussy ... sucking my clit ... sticking your 
tongue in my ass ... kissing your way down to my feet and worshiping 
them with your mouth."

"Mmmmm ..." is the only response.

She continues speaking to him in this manner, slowly building the 
intensity of the scenario. Usually she is either bored or amused by 
her callers' fantasies. But this one has captured her imagination, 
aroused her in a way she didn't know was possible. Already she has 
climaxed twice and is now soaring towards what will undoubtedly be 
her most intense orgasm ever. 

"Do you still want to become my eunuch and oral slave, darlin'?"  

So strong is the impending eruption that she is just barely able to 
articulate words. 

"More than anything!" he manages to reply, after struggling a few 
seconds to focus himself.

"As you get ready to cum, picture in your mind my hand on the knife 
... and at the very moment of orgasm grasp my hand and guide the 
blade forcefully upwards, slicing completely through your scrotum."

This verbalization of the act triggers simultaneous orgasms of 
sufficient intensity to cause them both to swoon. Several minutes 
elapse before she recovers enough to become cognizant of the world 
around her. She is lying on the floor ... she notices that her 
panties are around her feet, and from her thighs to her ankles she is 
sopping wet with pussy juice. 

"Darlin'?"

"Nnnnhhhh ... "

(In sotto voice) "I don't normally do this, but I really want to 
thank you for calling. That was absolutely the best fantasy sex I've 
ever been involved with. I hope it was as good for you. Next time you 
call I'll give you some free time. Good night ... sweet dreams."

He hears the click of her receiver, then dial tone, and eventually 
the annoying phone company alert signaling that his unit is off the 
hook. He crawls to the phone and presses the hangup button. He does 
this with his eyes closed as he is afraid to confirm what he 
suspects, that in the throes of his ecstasy he had crossed the 
threshold between fantasy and reality. Before he can muster the 
courage to peek, his hand lands on something on the floor. It feels 
like a soft pouch; It's wet ...  sticky ... hairy ... and somehow 
very familiar.