Letters To Rita, Kysa's Mom
by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com
Dear Rita:
I have to confess: you are now an almost constant distraction for me! After my
"incident" at work today, I thought to myself, how is this little white chick
able to have SUCH an impact not only upon my body, but also upon my psyche. You are now a
deep part of my mind, and as such, you have a direct action on my libido, and thus my
body.
I constantly replay our conversations in my min at various times of the day (every day)
and each night I reread at least one of your letters. I wanted to copy our conversation
from the other night, but we spoke so long, that AOL's instant message buffer was full and
it cut off the entire first two-thirds of what we had said. So if I repeat any of those
words, just forgive me in advance. I really like just talking to you. You're a very
fascinating and highly sexually-charged woman. More than anything, you're just a lot of
fun! And by associating with me, that makes you a very, very bad girl!
I've been thinking about your age today and the more I think of it, the more I get turned
on by it!. The number "38" means nothing, and there's nothing you could do about
it, is there? You said yourself that you feel better now than when you were 21, with more
energy and fewer kids around the house. You certainly look the about 31, given that you've
got a great body and that girl-next-door look about you (this is also Sarah Michelle
Gellar's current attraction). By the way, I loved the new pictures. (I'm working on a way
to get you a "buns" shot of me, but I'm positive Lynette wouldn't take it --
she'd ask, "what the hell for?" or something) But it gets me hard as hell just
knowing that an older girl like you would be turned on by me, and all the things we could
do about it!
With no one else have I ever felt so limitless! I feel as though you've opened my mind to
a lot of new things that before you, I dared not think of because I felt they were really
just too taboo or out-of-bounds. With other women, including Lynette, I'm too big to go
all the way, or to suck (I've had lots of hand jobs on my dates) or even think about
trying some of the things we've talked about. Rita, I think of you as Eve and I'm your
apple!
The though of my black skin laying next to yours; my black cock being held in your white
hands or being stuffed inside your pretty mouth is making me mad with pure lust. Hard-ons
always look bigger in clothes, but I have hurt myself today getting numerous erections at
work and no where and nothing to do with it! I'd welcome the chance to fuck your living
brains out! Oh, I'd be as gentle as I needed to be to allow you to get accustomed to my
size, but once you were broken in, I'd bust your pussy so deep and hard that you would beg
me to stop.
Speaking of busting, that's something else - your ass would be mine... eventually. I'd
work on your ass as if it were homework, gently and slowly stretching you to take the
first, then second and third inches of black cock. Eventually, I'd want you to be able to
take about five inches. But at almost 3" wide and a full 8.25" of girth, I don't
know whether you could, but we'd have fun trying!
As for me, I'm your black fucking buck to do with as you please. Treat me like
the piece of meat I am for you. Order and I will obey. My cock, ass, and mouth
are yours. My cock is the weapon of you choice -- I only ask that you worship
and appreciate its strength, weight, and power. My mouth is for your total
pleasure, whether for talking, kissing, licking, sucking, nibbling, or best,
drinking your tasty cum juices as they came
into my mouth and all over my chin and lips. My ass is your key to my total submission to
my white slave owner. I want, I crave, and beg for your precious white face and tongue to
be between my black asscheeks. But I also want your fingers, and yes, even a dildo up me
if it brings you pleasure. ANYthing that excites my little white whore mistress is also
what excites this black slave buck of yours!
Rita, I know it's not possible, but I often dream of taming the fire in your belly. I
would "try" to tame you in small ways and later some serious deviate ways. Small
ways include spanking your ass, pussy, and face with my long fat black cock stalk, beating
you into submission with it. Another is forcing you to pay proper respect to my big black
cock by a daily ritual sucking, and with, eventually, you will be taught the fine art of
swallowing my dark seed on occasion. Not too often would I demand it, since I prefer to
fill your womb full of my dark loads.
More deviate and serious ways of taming your fiery spirit would include holding you down
while I pour every inch of black cock into your tender folds; slapping your face to bring
about tears of sorrow when you don't obey or please me well, and simply raping your very
violently (no hitting, just all cock force).
Another way is much more dangerous. It involves teaching the next generation what pleasure
a well-hung black buck can give a white woman. I would kidnap you and one your daughters
and take you to a remote cabin. There I would handcuff each of you to chairs and begin
talking filthy talk to both of you. Disgusted, you begin cursing me for my insolence. I
walk up to your daughter, pull out my huge black cock, and ask her to look at it. I swing
it around and bump it against her chin and slide it across her sweet white cheeks, saying,
"Here's the deal, do you want to get all of this inside you, white girl? Do you want
to learn what it feels like to fuck a black man? (She screams, NOOO!!! Fuck you, you
nigger bastard!) Then what about to suck a black man? (No!, asshole!!!)" I slap the
side of her face very hard with my cock, leaving a good red welt across the side.
"Then what about mom over here? What about you, bitch?" I come over to your
chair and my cock is now so hard that it points straight at your mouth. "Do you want
to feel a hard black cock sliding up you? Decide now because it's either you or your
daughter, lady. If you say yes, then I'll rape you within an inch of your life with what
is before your face, all 11 fat inches of it. If you say no, then I take your daughter
upstairs and I begin the process of impregnating her."
"Stop it! I'll do it, just leave her alone, you black bastard!"
"Good choice, but I warn you up front: if you don't submit to my every evil pleasure,
I will still come down here and I'll be fucking the both of you for the next week,
UNDERSTAND?? "Yes, yes, I do," you say. "Now, then let's get started,"
as I uncuff you and lead you to an upstairs bedroom loft. Your daughter can't see us, but
she can sure hear everything that's about to happen.
Upstairs I begin a series of evil things to your body and you start with a blowjob which
you have to be slapped into doing. After almost an hour of licking and sucking my black
cock and ass through tears of shame and disgust, I spread your legs and begin to rape you
like the black beast I am, for hour after hour until finally, your body responds with
loud, screaming orgasms as we finish "round one" with you.
The ultimate goal is to retrain you to like black cock over white cock from now on and to
service my pleasures whenever I want, or else, I know where to find you and your
daughters. I lean over and kiss you deeply on the lips and whisper to you: "I would
never touch your daughter. I only wanted your help in teaching her what she doesn't want
to miss someday . . . . sooner or, as in your case, later."
You are led back downstairs and handcuffed for a while before I released the both of you,
but you are left to explain to her why you were screaming with such pleasure with me after
what I did to the both of you and the situation in which I put the both of you.
Right now, I'm thinking of taking a wife for a daily ritual . . . but that's another day
and another story....
Love ya!!
- Tyrone
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Dear Rita:
This is in response to your last two letters, and then some. Please forgive me
in advance for what I might say, since I will probably go out of bounds and
perhaps offend you, but I never mean to, and all you have to do to pull me back
over the line is correct me! Now, to address specifically what you said issue by
issue.
First, I appreciate the "love" part of your letters. To say that you love me or
that what you're writing sounds like a love letter, is actually quite flattering and
notable to me, i.e., I LOVE IT! But to confess, I can't deny that I truly have fallen for
you. I love you, Rita, and I can't imagine ever experiencing (or even imagining) the
incredible highs I feel when I think of you and what we do for each other. I want to marry
you or someone like you someday, but I don't expect either to happen. What you give me is
fuel for fantasy, and when I busting Lynette's ass here, believe it or not, I'm
fantasizing she were you and that I could make you pregnant (after about 1900
fuckings!) [More on this later that will require a response from you.] I only wish she was
"deeper" so I could stroke deeper and longer into her like I do (and will do)
you!
Second, it enhances our "relationship" that we respect each other's intelligence
-- obviously we're both smart and successful, and you've accomplished so much in your life
that you have so much to be proud of for yourself. And that personal success lends itself
to such Mandingo fantasies for me -- yes, I love being dominant (in quite evil ways!), but
the other side of me is ready to submit to such a powerful white mistress-owner who has
complete control over her buck slave. Even sexual control. You know what he needs and how
to give it to him; while you know how to get him to fulfill every one of your needs and
desires, too! Ooooo, I'm trembling now just thinking of it!
Third, by exposing your deepest feelings to me, you risk nothing. You risk neither
rejection nor exposure. I feel closer to you when you tell me what's in your heart and
what's you're feeling, whether it makes you feel great or worries you. I am VERY serious
about what is entrusted to me, and I could NEVER tell anyone that you know that you even
know me! And even if cornered, I'd pretend I don't know who the hell you are just to
protect you. So never worry about that. I've told a couple of my friends only small
tidbits, but they have not been interested enough to ask further. Also, your pictures are
for my eyes only. I would never disseminate them on the internet. And if we ever part
ways, I will delete them with your permission (by the way I run NT, and I have them stored
in a hidden, password-secured directory, so anyone who sits down at my computer doesn't
even/couldn't even know that directory exists)!
Fourth, you are not now nor could I ever think of you as a slut. Oh I may call you that,
but never. We're lovers (in a real, though not actual way), and we share all kinds of
illicit feelings that are meant to heighten our passion, not to censure it. So forget that
talk - what we do we do for us.
Finally, you drive me ABSOLUTELY crazy with your pregnancy talk! When you described how
that is the ultimate gift you could give a man you love, then I almost flipped! (And yes,
at this point in the letter my cock is out and it's stretching toward it's almost 11-inch
length quite quickly!) But I think of doing that to you quite often. I would really love
to pour my black seed inside your womb and make you pregnant every night and for real! But
I assume you've been tied and at 51, neither need nor especially want another kid (you've
done six!), and here's where I get ridiculously out-of-bounds with you! (please respond)
In my fantasy of kidnapping you and your daughter to a cabin and forcing each of you to
make a choice, I was VERY pleased that you did in that fantasy what you had to do and
saved your daughter from my sexual advances. And you paid a heavy price in physical-sexual
exhaustion as a result. (And remember, this is all fantasy.) My real desire was threefold:
(1) to prove a point to you and your daughter about a hung black man; (2) to knock you up
with just one fuck; and (3) to force you to explain to her why you eventually gave in and
enjoyed your ravishment and the brutal animal fucking I gave you.
But I go back to that and now I want more from it. I have two fantasies now that have
sprung from that idea! In one fantasy I want to either separate the two of in that cabin
and fuck the both of you; possibly impregnating Kysa by gently introducing her to sex and
to the raw power of a big black cock. In the second fantasy, I imagine I have a teenaged
son who is a couple of years older than she is, and while I busting mom's ass, he's
"breaking-in" Kysa's ass! (and yes, like father, like son; let's assume he's
hung too!).
In the first fantasy my reason for kidnapping you two was to breed with you. I need an
offspring and two healthy white women could do it. You, haven proven your fertility, are
the prime target for my seed. And after dozens and dozens and week after week of vicious
fucking, I finally succeed in planting my seed deep inside you. But then I look for a
second child and I begin to work on Kysa. And in a very manipulative way,
unbeknownst to
you, I turn the tables and force her to protect you by doing certain forbidden acts with a
big black buck.
At first, if she will suck me off, I won't take you upstairs and force you to suck my ass.
Then, if she learns to swallow my dark seed, then I promise not to rape your asshole. She
agrees to both and accepts her subtle but coercive black "training." But I want
more, so I wind up taken her maidenhood. She quickly loosens up and has a surprisingly
flexible and large pussy for a young girl. And even after lots of practice, she still
can't touch you for pure skill of fucking and sucking, because she lacks your experience
and the knowledge of her body like you have. But after only a couple of months of filling
her womb with my dark seed, eventually she becomes pregnant and the both of you have an
experience to share simultaneously.
All the while, I am brutally fucking your pregnant self, watching each week as your belly
swells more and more. I continue to fuck your pussy, like it or not, and when I cum my
large loads, I cum all over your swelling belly and milk-filled breasts and rub it into
your skin, then make you clean my cock completely before I leave. And all the while her
belly swells, too, and you have given me more than I expected, fertile wombs with good
breeding stock, and flexible pussies that could accommodate a larger-sized manhood over and
over.
In the second fantasy, my 18-year old son (we'll call him Leon), falls in love with your
Kysa and begin doing some things that neither of us approve of. In an attempt to keep them
apart, you and I meet to discuss solutions. And a charisma of chemistry ignites between us
that we wouldn't recognize until a few more phone calls and meetings.
But you're upset that Kysa and Leon have been having sex in your house after school and
you saw them petting heavily on the bed one day. You noticed Kysa's hand around the
incredible size of Leon's cock for his age, and began to think of the stereotype about
black men. She was giggling and kissing him and that thick cock of Leon's, and he had her
shirt off, playing with her breasts. You didn't interrupt them, but were confused and
upset. You didn't want her doing this with any guy, much less a black guy, but upon
reflection, you couldn't get the picture of his cock out of your mind. "Why was it so
big?" "What was Kysa DOING with a guy like that?" "Was she fucking
him, too?" "Were they using condoms? Or was Kysa taking a wild chance at
becoming pregnant from this boy's dark seed?" "How was a kid his age built with a
cock like that, and could Kysa ever be able to take something so big and thick inside her
at her young age?"
When you told me about what was going on between them, I was upset that my son was dating
a white girl. You were more concerned about the protection of your daughter and making
sure she wouldn't be carrying a baby around soon. Relationships are tough enough without
the added pressure of race complicating things, I thought. But you were the only white
woman I would ever meet who could change my mind about that.
You confronted Kysa and asked why she liked Leon over other nice, available (white) boys.
She only did a "oh, mom, you wouldn't understand" to you. Later in the week, you
overheard Kysa talking on the phone to her best friend and in describing your question to
her, Kysa's answer was, "Little does mom know that I've had sex with two other guys,
both white, and both were less than 6-inches long, but black guys are hung like bulls! And
a big cock is much more fun to play with, besides, Leon's thick 9.5-incher is
a real challenge for me to suck and to fuck!!
Upset you called me and we decided to meet over at my place to discuss how to break up the
two kids. But you had a curiosity you had to quell before anything would be settled here .
. .
And from one question, a love affair was generated between the two of us that is still
discovering new avenues....!
Rita, promise not to be too offended! But please respond to these thoughts and these last
two "situations" as if I ever catch you two, the raping will commence properly!!
_________________
The End
© Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com