Erageous' Hot Tales!
Caution: This fictional story contains concentual explicit sexual situations with a minor and is intended for Adults Only.
This story is only fantasy, and children should never be molested.
Any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental.

Maggie
by erageous

The summer had been torturously hot and Maggie had spent most of it in the air conditioning wearing as little as her mom would let her get away with. Maggie was 14 and wasn't stupid. Her reddish brown hair framed her pretty face and her lean frame showed off her peach sized breasts. She had realized that boys and men were noticing her, and she liked it. She liked wearing thin shirts in the house because she liked the way her nipples stood out and the way they felt hard against the fabric.
Her mother had always been honest with her about sex, and god knows she watched her mother enough from the upstairs railing. It was just the two of them now, with her father lost on the job those years ago. The insurance money had set them up well. Mom had gone through a series of boyfriends but it was Roger that had really changed things.
Roger was an ex-marine large and bulky but with a great sense of humor and very handy around the house. He wasn't the first black guy her mom had dated, but he was unique. Roger seemed to be constantly horny and was always feeling up Maggie's mom or getting her to feel him. Maggie had watched them on the couch in the living room more than once. Roger playfully flirted with Maggie but except for one kiss had remained a gentleman.
Without school Maggie had lost track of time. She wandered around the house, got online, and played with herself as much as she could get away with. It was one of these lazy days that she wandered into the garage. Roger was there working on his old car. It wasn't that he couldn't afford a newer car, he just preferred his classic, and kept it in pristine condition. Although this required a lot of tinkering.
"Hey." Maggie said leaning against the door frame.
"Hey yerself, Mag." Roger looked up from the engine. The car was up on his homemade ramps and he was leaning under the hood.
"What're ya doing?" She asked strolling over. The garage was warmer than the house and she could see the sweat glistening on his dark skin.
"Replacing the fuel pump. Wanna help?" He tossed her an oily rag. She caught it, but not before it left a dark mark on her bare stomach. "Should you be out here barefoot?" He asked. She looked down, she had on shorts and a sport top.
"Nothing else to do. Sure." Maggie walked over, and leaned against the front of the car, she fetched tools and his beer. Finally she pulled over the creeper for him. He laid down and scooted under the car. Maggie didn't want to get on the floor so she sat on his stomach.
Roger looked out at her and craned his head to the side to look right up her shorts. Her soft pink lips were barely visible, but he could fix that.
"Pass the light." He asked. She obeyed and he set it beside him. Now her legs glowed in the light and her slit was well lit for his viewing. Roger felt the familiar swelling in his jeans and scooted a little further under the car. Maggie scooted back and sat right on his hardening cock. Maggie smiled although he couldn't see and squirmed a bit on him. She felt him swell beneath her, and liked it.
After the pump was in place he crept out from under the car. She stood and he rolled between her legs. When he stood she had her back to the car. "You're quite the little tease aren't you?" He asked. Maggie couldn't stop her eyes from looking at the bulge in his pants.
"Whatta ya mean?" She asked. Roger snorted and adjusted himself in his pants.
"You know damn well." He stepped toward her. "Look what you did to me." Maggie looked. Roger's cock was a lump most men would be proud of. "What are you going to do about it?" He asked. Jess wouldn't be home for a couple of hours and Roger's thoughts had already damned him.
Maggie looked at the lump. She had seen his naked tool from a distance and couldn't deny that she wanted to go finger herself into oblivion. "What do you want me to do?" Maggie licked her lips as she had seen her mother do. Roger loved a woman to lick her lips at him, it was like begging for a cock to suck.
"Don't ask me shit like that, Mag. I love your mother."
"I'm not a tease." Maggie stepped up to him. "I want to." She said reaching for the front of his pants. "Show me what to do." Roger watched her hand in slow motion as it reached for him. He could feel her warmth through the old faded jeans. He put a hand on the back of her neck and without being guided she slowly eased into a squat.
"You little tramp." He whispered as she tried to open his pants. He took over and freed his sweaty cock from it's cotton prison. He hefted its weight and brought it to her mouth. "Lick it." He mumbled. She looked up into his eyes and then back down to his cock. Her hands were on his thighs at first but moved to his cock as she ran her tongue along the ebony shaft and teased the purple head. Roger's breathing deepened. It was softer than she expected. More velvety, warm, she liked the feel of it. Unbidden she looked up and him and took it into her mouth. The head barely fit but she tried her best. "Keep your tongue moving." He said, and slowly began moving the head in and out of her mouth. Maggie closed her eyes and slipped her hand into her shorts stroking her clit. It didn't take Roger long before he had a fistful of her hair, and was forcing even more of his black cock into her mouth. Maggie was stretching her jaw and trying not to gag, but she would not tell him to stop. His cock was rock hard now and the veins bulged from the sides, she traced them with her fingers.
"I'm gonna... Swallow it. Swallow it all." Maggie had enough of an idea to know that he was going to cum. That his creamy white cum was going to fill her mouth as he filled her mother's. Maggie knew what was going to happen, but it didn't prepare her for it. Roger grunted and tightened his grip pulling her hair. She felt his cock lurch in her mouth and then the spray in her mouth. She coughed reflexively and Roger wrapped both hands around her head, holding her on his cock. She didn't swallow at first and got a good taste as his cum leaked out the sides of her mouth when she coughed. She began to swallow at his repeated insistence. His cock still moving in her mouth.
Finally he let go. His cock still mostly hard dropped from the 14yr olds' mouth leaving a trail on her lip and chin. Roger squatted in front of her and wiped up the cum with his finger, pushing it back into her mouth. "You gotta learn not to waste so much." He said smiling.
"Look at that mess." Maggie looked down to the floor of the garage, there were two puddles the size of quarters.
"Well?" He asked.
Maggie put her hands to the floor and bent down. She noisily slurped them up. When she sat back up Roger wiped off her face, and kissed her long and deep. "How did I do?"
"It's a good start." He said. "But there's more to learn."
Roger escorted her back into the house, and they went up to her room. She was dirty and needed a shower before her mom came home. He sat on her bed, moving her old stuffed animals, and ordered her to strip. Maggie pulled off her top and pushed her shorts down over her hips. She stood before him in all her glory. Roger looked her up and down. "Keep your hands at your sides." He said and she nodded. Roger reached forward and pawed her breasts. he pinched and twisted her nipples till she squirmed. Once he made damn sure they were hard he told her to open her legs."A girl needs to learn to give. You are giving your body to me now." Maggie nodded as his hand slipped up between her legs to her nearly hairless slit. Roger's dark fingers contrasted against her pale skin and found her slit to be warm and moist. He stroked the bud of her clit until she could hardly stand. She writhed and moaned and came for him. He slipped his finger back toward her opening. To her sighs, he gently probed searching for her virginity. He found it, and caressed her hymen causing her to throw her head back and clench her fists. "What's this?" he asked applying a little pressure.
"It's my... my cherry. Right?"
"Yea, but that's not all. What else is it?"
"I dunno."
"Mine. Say it."
"It's yours."
"Tell me that your body is mine." He reached up with his thumb and started working her clit.
"I give my body to you."
"I am your master now."
"Yes Master." She writhed on his hand moistening it with her juice.
"You will obey me in all things sexual." Roger had her at the edge of another orgasm, and held her there.
"Yes, yes." She squirmed trying to get the last touch she needed to throw her over the edge. "Please... Please Master." Roger smiled and kept her there until her knees were so weak that she had to lean forward and brace herself against his shoulders. She continued to beg and whimper as Roger moved a second finger to join the first and began stretching her opening. She moaned loudly and started to come. After the first wave wracked her body Roger plunged both his fingers deep within her tearing her hymen and stretching her further still. Maggie cried out and tears filled her eyes. Her black master wiggled his fingers inside her but held them keeping her full. She came violently, squeezing him for all she was worth. He kept stroking her clit. "Please. Please Master." She gasped, "Please stop. No more. Please"
"Who's my little slave girl."
"I...I am. Please. I can't stop."
"What are you?"
"I.. I'm your.. slave, Master. I'm... your... fuck slave."
"That's right," he said taking his thumb from her clit, "You're my sweet little fuck slave." Maggie started coming down. He looked up into her flushed face. He saw the drool glistening on her lips, and her glazed eyes
"I'm your fuck slave Master... I'll be good... A good fuck slave for my Master. A good little fuck slave, for my black Master." She gasped as she fought to catch her breath.
"That's right." Roger leaned up and withdrew his bloodied fingers as he kissed her, her response was weak, but so was she. "That's what I like to hear." Maggie collapsed onto the floor in front of him, her head and arms in his lap, she stroked his erection.
"I love your cock Master." Maggie said as Roger stroked the 14yr olds' hair. "I love my Master's big black cock." She reached for his pants to open them, but he stopped her.
"No. No more for you. We need to get cleaned up, before we get caught." He lifted her head and they kissed properly, with tongues entwined.
Master and slave.