Mirdanda, the dark maid.


Miranda like her mother the Black Mama was quite on the
'darker side', but Beauty cannot exist without a flaw.
The flaw itself, is the Beauty, and her strength lay in her
complexion..

Of All the great fools of the World,
I was the greatest; I did not know her.

She was extremely attractive and appealing with sharp features
and a slim face. Had an upright nose, the eyes of a wild impala,
lips shaped like cupid's bow, with pearl white teeth and dark
black hair almost falling to her waist. Her silky voice was honey
to the ears and spread a music far and near. Endowed with a fair
complexion she would have been the song of many a hearts.

She took charge of her chores and had reserved all her attentions,
duties and services to me only. She would often fight with the
other maids if they ever offer any service to me. Her gravest
preoccupation was to make herself available to me at my slightest
gesture and provide smiles and give herself up to me, without any
foreign interference.

She would come to my room on the pretext of carrying out her
household duties and bent unnecessarily so low that the half of
her breasts, her shinning auras and a part of her nipples would
gleam before my gloating eyes. Soon enough, she became aggressive,
arranged herself to be fully in my view and exhibited her treasures
to her greatest dexterity. Once, while wiping the floor, she pulled
up her skirt so high that I captured a complete sight of her dark
cunt and pubis which was grossly spread with short woolly hair.

With every movement, the point of her clitoris twitched, the
red-blooded folds of her cunt quivered and the lusty juice of
lechery trickled from her silky hole and collected in the shape
of drops at he base of her cunt. My heart bounced and sprung on
those presentations and the spectacle served an infinite pleasure
and caused a justified erection.

I, to reciprocate her advances, opened the belt of my gown and
brought in her view my groins and my erect penis which waved
to her eager eyes. The exhibition of its immense hardness and
sexual prowess portrayed my eagerness and assent to her amorous
offer. She cast an avaricious look at the large dimensions of my
standing swollen prick. A colour of joy attracted her sombre
visage and her dark eyes emitted sparks of passion, signalling
her concurrence. She winked, made a vulgar sign and went out
laughing hysterically. I was strongly attracted by her gesture
but no fruitful connection ensued. I was not able to reap the
harvest of my endeavours as her mother, the Black Mama, always
hovered around the house and was a great impediment to my
impending ventures.

Miranda, it was her custom to bring, at early morning, before
the house stirred, a cup of hot tea with freshly picked roses
for me. She would sit on the bed and with her soft fingers
scratch my ears, side burns and continue playing with my hair,
until I woke up. She would then welcome me with a sensual soft
smile and present the flowers. That was highly exciting and I
made up my mind to take a decisive step.

Gain or lose in the process.

One morning, she came to my room rather earlier than usual;
I was in a very deep sleep. She became bold, scratched my
ears, softly kissed my lip and whispered, 'my honey, you
provocate and deny in the same breath. Oh! What a heart
breaker you are!' Her hand slipped in my shirt and teased
the hair on my chest and she bending over me kissed my cheeks
and  nibbled  my ears.

I woke up with a start. She smiled, showered the rose petals at
my face and said, 'Sir,  your bed tea is here,
please open your eyes.' The petals wet with the morning dew
clung to my cheeks, forehead, neck and lips. She then did a
most admirable deed. She began picking the petal with her lips,
starting with the forehead then the neck, cheek and finally
from my lips. No sooner her chiselled lips touched mine;
I knew the world anew.

I was engrossed by the light atmosphere of the room and her
romantic overtures. There was a violent jolt and my erect
prick slid out of the front cutting of my pyjamas before her
hungry eyes. I did not make any attempt to reverse the modality
but waited for an equally furious reaction from her quarter.

Her eye displayed ostentatious delight. She put her head on my
chest, slowly wriggled and reached for the coveted object and
held it softly. With eyes intoxicated, she said in a sad voice,
'Sir, you have a very deep friendship with Sophia. Does my dark
complexion deter you from such an approach?'

I was very aggrieved at her statement and replied, 'hue of the
skin is trivial in friendship, it is the colour of the soul
that prevails. Would you like to my friend?' I asked covertly.'
She said, 'my lord, it all depends on you.' I embraced her and
said, 'should you wish to extend our affections then you would
have to sink deep in the affair of hearts.' She replied smilingly,
'I would be as fortuitous as you may grant me.'

I was extremely joyful to get her as I always longed for dark
woman and wished to get one. I had not succeeded in the past,
although I had made passes to many such women but always faced
rejection. If a woman is black or ugly, it is never meant that
she would give herself away to every young man who greets her.
It was the first occasion that I had succeeded without even trying.

I said nothing but held her in my clutches. She was a little shy
and tried to break the hold but I did not pay any attention to
her struggles and kissed her. She replied vigorously and sucked
my tongue so energetically that I believed that I had not known
a hotter woman as yet. I lifted her shirt, uncovered her belly
and chest. Two black billiard balls jumped before my eyes.
The breasts were large, very shapely, the nipple small and erect,
and the dark halos widely stretched with excitement.

I placed my hand on them and pressed powerfully. They were
unexpectedly very hard and silky. She uttered a low whine
and hugged me tightly. I pushed my hands down and I proceeded
to stroke her cunt but she recoiled and covered it with her palm.

With much effort, I lifted her petticoat, nipped her clit and
wanted to engulf my prick in her vagina. She resisted and said,
'it is getting brighter, I would come at night than you may quench
your thirst of desire.' I did not pay any heed and continued my
purpose but she resisted. I asked for less and desired more,
but facing failure,  said, 'darling, at least let me feast my
eye on your treasures,' she smiled and said nothing. I made her
sit on the table and pulled up her petticoat to inspect her cunt.
In the dark, I did not make much out of it but saw a pair of thick
lips and a very hairy Mound.

She bought my erect penis out of its confine and handled it like
a prized object. I rubbed her clitoris with the head of my penis
and she groaned heavily. I did not see permissible to fuck her at
that uncertain moment, therefore, continued the fore play.
She heaved and twisted my penis my all her strength, I, in
response, suddenly pushed my first two fingers in her love hole.
She could not bear that unannounced assault and shouted, 'darling,
what are you doing? Are you going to enlarge my hole.'

I smiled and continued with my fickle aggressions and pushed
my fingers deeper in her cunt and with my thumb rubbed the
thick head of her clitoris vigorously. She started trembling
and kissed me passionately and said, 'darling, you are my king,
please continue your attacks and enslave me forever, yes please,
do it harder and quicker.'

She whispered in my ears, 'darling, I am all wet and ready for
a fuck but it were best if it were  done in the quiets of the
night and not for now, it would spoil all enjoyment.' I whimpered
softly in her ears, 'Oh! No darling, you should rather let me
fuck you now, please let me taste your hole and you may have a
taste of my rod.' 'No sorry, dear. Though, I need a fuck more
urgently than you do but it is much too risky. I shall come
tonight when the coast is clear and we may fuck each other till
the black of the night permits us.'

I continued my forces until she emitted a loud hiss, increased
her embrace and discharged very powerfully. I tired to push my
tool in her over-flowing den. The head of the prick entered and
I was thrilled by the heat and malleability of her broiled cunt,
but my partial pleasure ended without a sign as she jumped out
of the place and my lamenting penis was abandoned to its misery.
She kissed and sucked my tongue furiously, amused herself on my
failed assault and went away laughing victoriously.

She kept her promised and came the same night. She was like a
statue carved out of black marble and was dressed in a pure
white nightie which glossed against her dark complexion. A
strong perfume invaded the room and I imagined that she had come
fully armed for the amorous game. With a smile, she threw herself
on the bed. We, mad with lust, tore away our clothes and in a
moment were lying naked in bed, mingling with each other.

I took a stock of her body and found that she was very supple and
proportionate. Her breasts were large and full of life, the nipple
protruded and the dark halo gorged and  stretched in a wide circle.
Her Mound was thick and padded, and the pubis freshly shaven.
The lips of her cunt were thick, rough and coarse and the vagina,
though not lax, stretched and peeped like a long tunnel, obviously
the result of unabated fuckings. The thick, fat and large clitoris,
a full-blooded hydra aroused with the rage of passion, stood erect.
It too showed marks of inclemency, brought about by the constant
mishandling by the males, or self-satisfaction.

I took it in the mouth and sucked it vigorously. She whispered
sharply, 'darling, you have awakened my sleeping passions and I
am awfully hot, please extinguish this fire with your sperms. I
cannot wait any more, please let's do the act.' She made me sit
upright on the bed and entwining her limps around my waist and
pulled up her torso to bring her cunt closer to my penis. Then
taking my prick in her hands, she, with a vigorous muscular
force rammed it in her fanny.

I was not little amazed to find that her hole was not lax or
slack as it appeared, but firm and tight like that of a virgin's
vagina after her first fuck. She must been a celebrity among the
males of all classes, moral or immoral. Now I came to know what
a woman like her could do to a man. Fucking her once would leave
no room for any other woman in a man's life.
She was certainly a demolisher of the male pride.

She gave a load sigh and pushed her torso up and down digging
the clitoris to my prick and rubbed it rigidly against entire
length of my prick. Her firm breasts dangled before my eyes and
with each push swung like huge pendulums. I took them in my hands,
squeezed firmly and rotated her nipples with thumb and index
fingers. She said, 'darling, please manipulate my breasts more
strongly and suck the nipples with all your force, please also
tickle my bottom hole and slide your fingers inside it. Oh! Dear
I am enjoying this wonderful fucking, you are the kind of male I
relish, make me come quickly and than I teach you to enjoy me in
many more ways.'
Her movements became frantic and she jumped on my prick
like a rubber doll.

She took me now with short pushes and always making sure to delve
deeply enough to push the head of my penis in her womb. That deep
entrance of the prick seemed to hurt her as well as provide with
immense enjoyment.

She soon started trembling and shouted in my ears, 'Oh! darling,
make your cock still longer, thicker and harder, I want even your
balls in my cunt.' I replied, 'baby I am trying, I am trying,
oh! You really know how to fuck and be fucked.' I seconded her
each stroke with an equal ardour but being in a passive position
could not do it as strongly. Each push sent a tremor through our
entire being and juices flowed freely from our organs.

She now on the edge of fulfilment cried, 'my darling, push deeper
and harder, you are making me come, quick, quick, here I come,
oaf, Ooff.' She bent down, captured my lips in her own and squeezing
her legs tightly sent forth a discharge of such magnitude that the
entire area of our pubis was inundated with her sperms. She trembled
and then relaxed but did not let hold off my cock and continued
pushing and wrenching. After awhile she was on the edge again, cried,
'darling, hold on I shall come again soon.' She stepped up her work
and spent powerfully again. I liked that black mermaid. She was the
mirror of a man's thoughts, as far as the sex was concerned.
I said, 'dear you were unique, now let me have my pleasure.'
She said nothing; silence is half consent.

I laid her on the bed and as I moved to insert my penis in her cunt
and make my impending discharge. She said, 'darling, answer my
question honestly then you can commence to bathe my little cunt
with your romantic ambrosia. Why did you go to Sophia's, my
nieghbour;s wife, house and stayed there for the night.' I was
extremely annoyed at that delay but to fulfil my purpose I had
to delude her. I lied confidently, 'dear, Sophia  was alone and
terrible fearful of ghosts and thieves, therefore, requested me
to stay at her lonely house and give her consort.'

She replied curtly, 'no Sir, you are in the wrong. Now hear the
truth from me, you went to her in the anticipation of a fuck and
having gained her, would continued to do so.'

I was stunned, 'what know you of that?' I shouted. She negated
my question and repeated her query. I parried again, 'you should
not accord such remote blames to a respectable lady.
It is an inferior deed. I consider Sophia my superior and a
good friend. You speak from nowhere or some random passions may
have overtaken your thoughts, and you should have no business to
supply me provocation. You are loud, erratic and impolite; your
incivility has injured my senses.

Keen tongue like a knife; Cleaves the thread of life.'

She replied sternly, 'Sir, it is not you but your guilt that
speaks and truth is always disagreeable. You cannot emancipate
your conscience by employing acute accent. Your face is not
supporting your tongue and you are hiding behind false curtain.
I had seen lust in your eyes, you coveted her beauty and youth.'
I said, 'you are being pedantic, my dear. Events do not run
according to our desires.'

She replied, 'sweet lord, it is just a question of thought.'

All my efforts failed against her adamant persistence and I had
no choice but to give up the conflict of the tongue and confess
candidly. I said, 'Miranda, you are in the right, but she left me
with no alternatives, I was heavily seduced and to conclude, well
yes, she surrendered to me, her morality. I was obliged to fuck her
twice that night and have promised to accommodate her in my life
permanently. To attend your curiosity and to exclude any exigency:
I must say that we love each other.'

Disappointment overtook her spirits. She said sullenly, 'in the garb
of love you are officiating your guilt but I shall not dwell deeply
on that point. You are not entirely to be blamed, Sophia, to entice
you in an amorous affair, had been playing, "give the wolf a taste
and keep him hungry." She enflamed your senses and then kept herself
apart, perhaps, waiting for the right moment. When she failed to
seduce you, she called you to sleep in her house on the pretext of
fearing the goblins. You see, males are so fallible, they can
never refuse a woman who so vehemently seeks their affection.
Well, she succeeded and now you may go and trifle with all
the forlorn women in the town but please forsake me for none.'

She ended her deliberations after a while and lay still with her legs
wide apart, showing her lecherous cunt to inflame my lust. I did not
wait but fixed my penis on her cunt and pushed it inside her with all
my strength, making her go mad with pleasure. It did not take long
and I spent with a great force, bathing her cunt with my hot lava.
She pressed her thigh to enjoy the warmth of my warm water and the
last proximity of my dwindling penis. We wiped ourselves and lay in
arms and talked about the experience that we just had. However, she
did not only conversed but also toyed with my limp penis to make
it alive again.

She said, 'your lance is tired but I shall wait for its revival.
In the meantime, please suck my clit and make me come again.
Though, tired and worn out, I consented. She opened her thighs and
taught me how to perform cunnilingus, 'dear, strongly suck my clit
with your lips and concurrently stimulate its tip with your tongue,
and you may also prick my vagina and bum hole with your fingers.
In return I shall treat your dead pleasure stick and try to revive
it.'

I fell down and commenced to learn that foreign art. A pleasant smell
of her cunt assailed my nostrils, I never knew that cunts could be
that sweet. I performed the errand very efficiently and her clit
started twitching in a rhythm and her dripping vagina pulsating
on my finger.

With a long groan of delight, she pressed my face to her cunt, until
for me, breathing became an impossible proposition. I somehow liked
that new way of stimulation and tried to prolong it. When she seemed
to be coming, I purposely removed my lips from her clitoris.
She used a vile language to remonstrate me, 'fuck nicely you weakling,
or get for yourself a frigid hag, you don't deserve a fiery woman
like me.'

Not to increase the matter, I concentrated on relieving her lust
and did the sucking more powerfully. Near the end, her clitoris
grew larger and pulsated impetuously in my mouth. Her vagina closed
strongly on my fingers and throbbed frantically.

I sucked vigorously and with my rough tongue stroked the sensitive
pointed head of her clitoris. A few more sum such savage treatments
from my side and she started throwing her waist up and down.
Her whole frame trembled like a dry leaf and then with a solid
shriek, she enclosed my face in her thighs and twisted it rapidly.
She was writhing agonisingly and commending me for the enjoyment
that I was providing her. Her jerk ended with long sighs then she
released me from the vice grip of her thighs and was inert for
some time. She had came copiously and great deal of juicy oozed from
her cunt and filled my mouth and I could noting but swallow it.

I quickly got out of the bed, wiped myself and then wanted to
kiss her good bye. She, still not fully satisfied, expected some
more wanton fucks. I, however, completely exhausted changed the
story and asked, 'dear love, you fuck so nice, please tell me from
where did you learn that, by art or chance?'

She smiled and said, 'I practised this delightful art, for the
first time, at the age of twelve. Darling, how about giving me
one more nice climax and then I shall unfold numerous
tales of my fuck affairs.'

I kept silent to quieten her mounting storm, but she was absolutely
unwilling to waiver her quest. She persisted in torturing my prick
with great inclemency to invigorate its hardness, but it refused to
be subjected to such continuous torture and lay inert, unmoved by
her solicitations. It showed no signs of revival.

She shrieked, 'indolent fool, go play with your cock and water
yourself.
In that case, you would have no need to satisfy a woman. An infirm
placid like you should use that technique.' She, at last, with a
sorrowful look of hopelessness and utter dissatisfaction reluctantly
left the room, slamming the door behind her with a powerful Bang.

I breathed a sigh of relief and took a vow never ever to see a
nymphomaniac woman again. I could not believe the veracity of my
senses. Whatever had transpired just now, was real, was it there,
or a figment of my imagination?