Walks like a duck, quacks like a duck but might not be a fucking duck. I think that sentence describes me perfectly. My name is Heidi Tremblay, and I was born in the City of Montreal, province of Quebec, to a French Canadian family. From early on I’ve been a tomboy, excelling at everything from soccer to basketball and cross country. I played rugby at McGill University, where I studied criminology before moving to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, where I started working for the RCMP in a civilian capacity. Not everyone who works for the RCMP is a gun-carrying federal cop. Some of us are office workers.

When people see me, they always tell me that I’m tall. It’s true, at six-foot-one while barefoot, with my blonde hair and icy green eyes, I’m not what anyone would consider short or unremarkable. I stand out in a crowd. Still, there’s more to me than that, you know? Also, even though I’m heavily into bodybuilding, I don’t like people constantly commenting on my muscles or treating me as though being tall and muscular makes me less of a woman. Are female bodybuilders less feminine than other women? I sincerely doubt that. I am very much a woman, thank you very much. Why am I into bodybuilding? I like being fit, and I like being strong. I wish people would stop gawking when they see me but whatever. We live in a world full of idiots, I’ve realized that a long time ago.

Given what I do for a living and my private hobby, it’s not easy for me in the dating game. Tell people that you work for the RCMP and they automatically think you’re a cop. And if you look like you could bench-press a truck ( people think I can, I’ve never tried ) people make all kinds of assumptions about you. A lot of guys are intimidated by me because of my height, my being a bodybuilder, and my level of education and professional achievement. I don’t mind dating men shorter than I am. If I like you, then I like you. Yet men seem to think that just because I’m taller than they are means that I somehow look down on them. That’s not true. The only people I look down upon are those who hurt the innocent. I run into a lot of them in my line of work. That’s why I don’t date guys from work or even remotely connected to what I do for a living.

Yeah, it’s not easy being me. I’m thirty two years old, and I’ve been single for about a year. I honestly cannot recall the last time I’ve had sex. I’m honestly starting to wonder if I might have to start the online escort ataköy dating thing or consult a professional matchmaker to meet a man. Yes, I’m interested in men. I’m one hundred percent heterosexual. Not curious about women in any way, shape or form. You’d think a woman with my good looks, education and money wouldn’t be spending most of her Friday nights on the couch, watching TV and crying herself to sleep at night, but you’d be wrong. The loneliness I felt ran deep, and cut through me like a butcher’s knife. I went to singles events, did the speed-dating and mingling thing and still ended up alone. Yay, welcome to my life.

One day, I actually met someone interesting. A tall, good-looking Black man in a crisp Canadian Armed Forces uniform walked into the RCMP headquarters in Ottawa’s east end, where I work. The man introduced himself as Yousef Suleiman, and met with my immediate supervisor, RCMP captain Joseph McDonald. I’ve worked for Cpt. McDonald for four years and this red-haired, green-eyed old Irishman never smiles. Yet when Yousef Suleiman walked into the office that day, the chief walked up to him and not only smiled, he gave him a hug. The tall Black man smiled and nodded before returning the officer’s hug, and the two walked into the office. For half an hour they talked, and the chief told his secretary, an older Asian lady named Sonya Chang, to hold his calls. Finally, the chief and his friend walked out. At this point, everyone at the office had their curiosity piqued.

The chief looked at me, smiled and introduced me to his friend. Canadian Armed Forces captain Yousef Suleiman had a warm smile and a firm handshake. Also, he was taller than me. Three things I love in a man. He walked out, and I couldn’t help checking out his fine ass. I asked Captain McDonald about him and the chief said he served beside Suleiman in Iraq and Afghanistan. That guy saved my life in Kandahar, the chief said, his voice thick with emotion. I smiled. How about that, I thought. A bona fide hero graced us with his presence today. I went back to my cubicle, and immediately did an online search on Yousef Suleiman.

Sorry to sound all creepy but I was curious. Besides, a gal’s got to do what a gal’s got to do. Yousef Suleiman had two online profiles, one on LinkedIn and one on Facebook. I learned quite a bit about him that afternoon. Yousef Suleiman was born in the City escort avcılar of Calgary, Alberta, to Senegalese immigrant parents. He had a bachelor’s degree in criminology from the University of Calgary and a Law degree from the University of Ottawa. All that and instead of raking in the big bucks as a hotshot lawyer he’d rather serve his country. The chief referred to him as the only good Muslim he knows, which, considering how most white men working in law enforcement feel about followers of Islam, was saying a lot.

I went home with a smile on my face that night, and I ran into the handsome Mr. Yousef Suleiman a day later. I went to the Island Sun restaurant, a Caribbean eatery in the Vanier sector of Ottawa. There, sitting among the Haitian, Jamaican and Lebanese patrons of this authentic Caribbean restaurant sat a tall, well-dressed brother. I smiled at him and he waved at me, recognizing me instantly. I accepted his gracious invitation to join him for dinner, and for the next two hours, I was charmed by a most intelligent and interesting man. When he asked me for my number, I happily gave it to him. We made plans to meet at the Blair movie theater to watch the movie After Earth. I’m a big fan of Will Smith and seeing him in action appealed to me immensely. Yousef liked all things science fiction so he was cool with my choice.

The next day, around six in the afternoon, I met with Yousef Suleiman at the Blair movie theater in the east end of Ottawa. We had a good time and after the movie, we grabbed a bite at East Side Mario’s restaurant at the mall. A good time was had by all, and that’s how my romance with Yousef Suleiman began. I found the guy supremely charming, hot and sexy. The fact that he was educated and successful didn’t hurt either. That’s why I broke one of my most sacred rules. I had sex with him seventeen days after we met. Typically I make a man wait thirty days before he gets within sniffing distance of my pussy. Funny how these things happen, eh?

That’s why I took Yousef Suleiman home that night, and had the best sex of my life. That sexy brother laid me on my bed, made sure I was nice and comfy, then he went to work on me. Yousef licked my pussy, sucked my tits, and then he put me on all fours and slid his thick Black cock into my cunt. That man made me scream in pleasure as I wrapped my strong, muscular legs around him as he pumped his escort küçükçekmece hard dick into my pussy. A lot of men would feel sexually intimidated by a tall, muscular woman bodybuilder in the bedroom but not Yousef Suleiman. He fucked me real good, and totally dominated me in the bedroom. He put me on my knees and gently but firmly told me to suck his dick, which I did with utmost care and dedication. I polished his cock and balls with my lips and tongue, pleasuring him as best I could.

We continued with our fun, with Yousef once more taking me on all fours, smacking my ass and pulling my hair as he thrust his cock inside of me. I felt him slamming into me mercilessly, conquering me and making me yield, and I absolutely loved it. Long had I yearned to find a man who was not intimidated by my height, my strength or my bodybuilding. A man who saw me as a woman and nothing less. A strong man. Yousef proved himself to be that man for me that night as he took me to the edge of passion and back. I screamed loud enough to wake the dead as Yousef laid me on my backs, my big muscular legs in the air, his strong hands gripping my wrists and holding me down as he rammed his dick into my pussy.

I looked into his dark eyes and saw a wildness there I had never seen before in any man, an unyielding, primal passion. Yousef was not like the others. His sexual power was raw, and untamed. It drew me in, and I gave my all to him. We made love like this for hours, until exhaustion claimed us. I lay in Yousef’s arms, my head resting against his hairy chest. My handsome Senegalese-Canadian stud kissed me on the forehead, and then went to sleep. I listened to his strong, steady heart as it thundered rhythmically in his chest. I lay there with a smile on my face, more excited and happy than I could honestly ever recall being. I felt…sated. The sexual hunger I carried inside all these long months was gone, replaced by a feeling of profound satisfaction.

Not that the connection between Yousef and me isn’t merely sexual. With this man I felt safe, and happy. He respected my intelligence, my accomplishments and my opinions. I’m surrounded by paranoid, insecure men and women all day. It’s nice to meet someone who is comfortable in his skin. Unlike a lot of men I meet at work and in my personal life, Yousef knows who he is and what he’s about. His religion is important to him, but he’s by no means a fanatic. He respects me as a woman but he’s not at all like the weak men I meet daily who bend over backwards for women, never realizing that a spine is an essential component of every man in the eyes of most women. Yousef is the one for me. When the right one comes along, every woman simply knows. I went to sleep that night with a smile on my face and a song in my heart.

Casandra was starting to feel a warm glow as she looked at the black man named Jules, that her and her husband Steve had been talking to for the last half hour.

With them was some older white guy whose name she had already forgotten, as she intently watched Steve and Jules talking. It was not lost on her that all three of them had been plying her with drinks, but the older white guy really looked creepy. It looked like he hadn’t had a hair cut in a couple of years, and his crooked teeth with the twisted smile just did not come across as someone she could trust.

There had been some haggling on the price she was going to command, and Steve made it abundantly clear they were not going to settle for less than what had previously been agreed to.

Previously agreed to… wow she thought, I can’t believe were really going through with this. Her and Steve had done some swinging with a couple that they knew from work, and the swinging is what had led up to this evening.

Steve had told her of a guy he knew from work, which happened to be the weird older guy, who supposedly made art films. Even though Cassy was only 22, she knew what the hell art films were, and when Steve told her that they would be paid a lot of money, to let some guy fuck her, he had told her it was no big deal, as the couple they had done a couple of swinging scenes with, hadn’t lasted longer than 10 minutes tops.

So here they were talking about her getting a couple of hundred dollars, for her to strip and let this black guy Jules climb between her legs.

She had gotten a little wet between the legs when she found out it was going to be a black guy, but what the hell, her and Steve had seen plenty of porn movies, for her to know that it might be a fun experience.

While Steve was talking with Jules, the weird older guy kept looking Cassy up and down, trying to gauge how she probably would look without any clothes on. He kept giving her the creeps, but she figured if he was the producer of the movie, she might as well not turn him off.

“Hey Ed, Steve here says we’ve got a deal, but he wants to see the money up front.”

“That’s not a problem, but his wife here seems a little reluctant.”

“That right Mrs. T?”

Cassie just shrugged, like it was no big deal, so the weird older guy pulled out a roll of bills that looked big enough to choke a horse, and he peeled off a couple of one hundred dollar bills, and handed them to her husband.

As he put the rest of his money back in his pocket, he pulled out a small envelope with some funny looking pills, and as he held it between forefinger and thumb, he looked at Cassie and gave her a look like if it was okay to put it in her drink.

It was Steve who saw it and stopped him. “Hey, what the fuck is that for?”

Jules leaned forward and softly told him “It’s okay man, it will just relax her and make her more comfortable with the situation.”

Steve got some wrinkles in his forehead, but Cassie just nodded her head and held her drink out. She figured that if they wanted to make her a little more pliable to work with, she had no problem with that, as her husband had on several occasions passed her some of those funny smokes they he brought along when they did their swinging thing.

Cassie watched the pill dissolve in her drink, and then gulped the whole thing down in one shot.

Jules smiled as he watched the little redhead down the drink, and he knew she would be spreading her legs in no time at all.

It seemed that Ed and several others, had set up a room at the motel across from the bar, where the video equipment was ready to go, so when the deal was made, Ed had pulled out another hundred dollar bill for the waitress that he knew from a previous movie he had made with her, and they all walked out, with Cassie nervously holding her husbands hand as the cool air hit her face when they got outside.

She had told them that her husband had to be present when they did the filming, and they had told her that was no problem.

As Jules followed them across the street to the motel, he kept his eyes on the young redhead’s ass, as she sashayed in front of him. Yep he thought, he was gonna enjoy this little thing, cause he was sure she didn’t realize what was in store for her inside of his baggy pants.

When Steve walked into the motel room, he sensed that they might be in over their heads, as he saw the multiple video cameras already set up, and the big klieg lights, but what got his attention the most was the three other black guys who were there to run the equipment. He noticed the looks in their eyes when they saw Cassie come into the room, and the wry smiles they got on their faces.

He turned to Ed and tried to stop him, but Ed was already telling Jules and Cassie to get over to the bed.

“Wait a minute Ed, this was just supposed to be a quick fuck movie, and who are these other guys?”

“Relax Steve, we made a deal, and the money is in your pocket, so just go sit over there some escort ataköy wheres, while we get setup.”

“But those other guys?”

“What about them… they are here to run the equipment, and when Jules gets tired, they can take over for him…”

Steve started to protest, but he noticed his wife had already taken her top off, and her slacks and thong were going down her thighs.

“Honey…”

Steve noticed that Cassie’s eyes were glazed a little, like she was not aware of her surroundings, and as she tried to step out of her thong, Jules was keeping her from stumbling, and conveniently was mauling one of her small breasts. She didn’t even protest, as Jules lifted her up and placed her on the bed.

“Where you want us boss?”

“Hold on Jules… hey guys, get the fucking video stuff turned on! Jules, why don’t we start with her sitting on the bed, and her pulling you pants off, so I can get a shot of her face when she sees that big cock of yours…”

All of a sudden, the three other black guys were moving the camera’s in for a better shot, and Steve noticed that one of them had already taken all of his clothes off. He knew these niggers were all gonna try and get a piece of his wife, but he also realized that he was out numbered, and wouldn’t be able to protect her if things got out of hand.

“Okay Cassie, pull my pants down, and find out what poppa has in store for you.”

Cassie slowly pulled his slacks down, and as his cock came into view, all she saw was where it was attached to his body. The end of his cock was still not to be seen, and when she hesitated, Jules squeezed her shoulder to get her attention.

“All the way sweetie, cause it gonna be all for you.”

When his cock finally popped out, Cassie in her dazed state noticed that it was MUCH bigger than anything she had ever taken before, or had seen on some of the porn tapes that her and Steve had watched.

“Fuck… that’s too big…”

As Jules kicked his pants to one side, the hand that he had put on her shoulder now went to the back of her head.

“Okay sweetie, show poppa how much your gonna love this black snake.”

His other hand was holding his cock, just behind the cock head, and he rubbed it across her lips, as she tried to pull away.

“Just force it in Jules, let’s stop fucking around!” said Ed.

With a little more pressure on the back of her head, Cassie had no choice but to open up, and when she did Jules shoved about three inches into her mouth.

She put both of her hands against his thighs, trying to stop him, but the drug was ebbing her strength away, plus Jules was just too strong for her to stop.

“You getting this Frank?” Ed was talking to the black guy who must have been no more than a foot away from her face, as Jule’s cock went in another inch.

“Fucking eh, she ain’t fighting it anymore!”

Even in her dazed state, Cassie’s eyes were as big as silver dollars, as she noticed that the black body attached to this giant cock seemed to be almost a foot away.

Her brain was running at full speed, as the drug was starting to loosen her inhibitions, and instead of pushing against his thighs, her nails were now digging into them, as her sexual emotions started to boil.

She gagged a little as the bulbous cock head came to the entrance of her throat.

“Easy little girl, we got all night to get it all down your throat and into your tummy.

Steve had a very worried look on his face as he watched more and more of the giant black cock work it’s way into his wife’s mouth. What he didn’t realize, was that he was also working on trying to lower his zipper so he could message his own cock, which was already rock hard.

Cassie wasn’t sure if it was the drug or what, but her gagging seemed to slow down, as Jules slowly push it into her throat, and then would pull it back out. At the same time, one of Cassie’s hands had found it’s way between her legs, and she started to vigorously frigg her clit, as the black cock found its way further and further into her throat.

She had never been much of a cocksucker, even though it was something that Steve seemed to enjoy, and many times she would gagg on his shorter cock, and tell him that was enough, but now as she felt that piece of man meat enter her throat, and she felt confident that Jules would pull it back out so she could take some breaths of air, she no longer was nervous as the black mans curly black hairs were coming closer and closer to her nose.

Jules pulled most of his cock out, so it was only in her mouth, and he leaned down and told her to take a couple of deep breaths. He said it loud enough so the camera man smiled and made sure everything was in focus.

Cassie felt the cock go into her throat again, and she knew the black man was gonna try and push it all the way in. The drug was wearing off, but not the sexual high she was now experiencing. As the cock head went past her tonsils, escort avcılar she gave a small gagg reflex, but Jules kept pushing and Cassie’s nose now pushed up against the black mans pubes.

“MOTHER FUCKER… she is swallowing the whole fucking thing!!” the camera man said, as he tried to keep the video equipment steady while he was jerking on his cock.

Jules looked down into Cassie’s eyes, and his smile told her that he must have been proud of her.

“See baby, poppa knows how to please his whores… now let’s see if we can open that cunt of yours too.”

As the black cock slowly inched it’s way out of her throat, Cassie now had her fingers digging into the back of Jule’s thighs, trying to coax him into not pulling out.

The lecherous smile on his face, was Jules knowing this white bitch would be his to do with in however many ways that Ed could think of. The Viagra pill he had taken would keep him hard for hours, and the only thing he had to worry about was to be able to produce the cum shots when the white director wanted them.

Steve looked over the shoulder of the black guy with the camera close to Cassie’s face, and as the last of the 13 inches of man meat pulled out of her mouth, he could see her spittle had made the whole black piece of meat wet. He couldn’t believe his little hot wife had swallowed the whole thing, and was brought back to his senses when the camera man turned around and yelled at him.

“Hey fucker, watch where your shooting your cum!”

Steve pulled back, and shot the largest shot of cum that he could ever remember shooting.

Ed knew what that meant, and leaned over to one of the other black guys and told him to give the white husband a couple of hits of the whiskey bottle that stood on the table.

He sensed that once the husband had come down from his high, he might want to call an end to what was going on with his wife, and Ed knew he had way too much film yet to fill.

“Here man, take a couple of swigs of this…”

Steve looked at the Vodka bottle and without thinking, raised it up and took a deep drink of it. When he offered the bottle back to the black guy, he just shook his head, indicating that he could take another drink.

The Vodka burned his eyes as it went down, but Steve noticed that his cock was still semi hard, so he took a couple more swigs from the bottle, before realizing that he better sit down before his swirling head would have him greet the floor.

“Jules, get on the bed and then pull her back up against you, so we can get some good closeups of you taking that pussy of hers.”

As Jules pulled Cassie’s back into his body, he raised his mouth up to her ear, and told her… “Okay sweetie, now we gonna open that pussy of yours and give it the riding it so richly deserves.”

Even as he was whispering it in her ear, Cassie felt the big bulbous cock head part her cunts lips and a couple of inches popped in.

She let out a breath of air, which the camera man caught, as he zeroed in on her face. One of the other camera men was now getting a close up of the black cock that still had her spit on it, as it slowly inched into her cunt.

Her eyes fluttered as the huge man meat went further than her husband’s cock had ever gone before, and she swore that it must be going directly into her stomach.

Jules was sticking his tongue into her ear, as he slowly pushed more and more meat into her cunt. He knew from many of the other white wives that he had fucked in the past, that once he had them in this position, they were not going to deny how far he wanted to push it in.

Her breathing was starting to get quicker, and this black mans cock was going deeper and deeper. One thing was for sure, she knew this black man knew how to please a woman, as he slowly would push an inch in and then let her get used to it, before pushing another inch in.

This was nothing like that wimpy assed guy they had swung with, who thought he would show her what a man he was by shoving the whole 6 inches in, with one thrust.

No, this black man sure was the consummate lover, as he made sure that Cassie was enjoying it, as he went deeper and deeper.

Steve had sat down after the bottle had been given to him, but now as he caught glimpses between the camera men of that huge cock slicing into the love of his life he knew he needed to get a closer look.

He saw that about half of the niggers cock was already in, and he noticed that his wife had a faint smile on her lips. Her eyes were now closed, and one of her hands were rubbing furiously over her mound, while the other hand had found it’s way to the back of the tight black ass of the man who was introducing her to what it meant to be “blacked”.

Jules could feel her hand egging him on to go deeper, so as he accommodated her, a cruel smile came over his face as he wondered what time of the month it might be for her. She had never told him to put a condom on, even escort küçükçekmece though him and Ed had agreed that he would fuck her bareback. Yes he thought, I bet she would look good with a swelled up belly carrying his black baby… Fuck… he was hoping it would be babies.

When he finally bottomed out, the camera man caught the close up of her face as she opened her eyes and searched out her husband.

She looked around and finally saw that Steve was on the other side of the bed, furiously wanking his cock as his wife was getting the biggest cock either one of them had ever seen… even on the porn tapes they had watched.

She weakly smiled at him, as Jules brought one of his hands up to her neck and started to fuck her. It was one thing for him to take his time as he inched it into her cunt, but now he was starting to saw in and out of the little white wife, as she looked into her husbands eyes.

There was no shame in her face, as nothing but pure bliss was now starting to wash all over her. Never… no never… had she experienced a feeling like this cock that was now almost pulling out, and then just as suddenly bottoming back in. He was pushing it in so hard, that her head was starting to bang into the beds headboard. Of course the banging didn’t faze her, as her pussy lips were slowly turning red and puffing up, from the pounding they were taking.

She closed her eyes for a second, and thought to herself that yes, this was a man who could throw a masterful fuck into her. She grabbed the arm of the hand that was partially choking her, and squeezed it hard, showing her love for the fucking that he was giving her.

“Hey boss, when are we gonna get a chance to throw a fuck into her?”

“Shut up and do what I paid you to do. If any of these scenes end up jerking, I’ll have your dick cut off!”

“Hey hubby, why don’t you kneel on the bed and let wifey take a suck on that cock of your?”

Cassie’s eyes shot open when she heard that, but as soon as her eyes focused on Steve’s cock, she opened her mouth and welcomed it in.

“Make sure you get the right angle that shows his cock going into her mouth and that black cock of Jules!”

Cassie was now getting it at both ends, and the thought that her husband was so close to her, as she was getting “blacked” just made her pussy squish more with her juices. “My God” she thought… “I’ve got some black guy screwing me, and Steve is fucking my mouth. This is wilder than any porn movie we have ever watched!”

Ed had his cock out and was stroking it hard, as he watched this little white wife being taken by a black stud, while her husband was squeezing his eyes shut as he was releasing his second cum shot of the night.

Cassie swallowed hard as her husbands cum hit the back of her mouth. She never was one to swallow, but now all her inhibitions were out the window, and she was turning into a complete slut.

No longer did the video cameras bother her, as her pussy lips were starting to feel numb from the incessant pounding that Jules was giving them.

“Okay stud, you ready for the money shot?”

Steve had just pulled out of her mouth when she heard that, and that was when she realized that Jules had never put a condom on.

“No… fuck… I’m not protected. For God’s sake, it’s not the right time of the month for this!!”

Jules smiled as he heard that, and gave an extra squeeze on her throat, as he pushed his cock in as deep as it possibly could go, and his legs straightened out and he shot the first of many cum shots deep into the white wife’s cunt.

“OH FUCKING EH!!” he screamed as he knew his potent baby makers were now seeking out her egg. Nothing had been said back at the bar, about the other white wives he had fucked, and to his knowledge had knocked up at least six of them.

“Hey hubby, you wanna get down there and clean your wife out?”

Steve turned white when he heard that, and quickly backed away from the bed.

Ed knew from prior experience that to keep an amateur going, you don’t give them a chance to reflect on what just happened, so as soon as Jules had unloaded into her, he motioned for one of the other camera men to take over.

“Clete, show her what a coke can feels like…”

Cassie gave a quizzical look, but when Clete climbed between her legs, she knew what the coke can reference was about. This black was not much longer than Steve’s cock, but oh my, it sure was big around.

She was no longer caring who fucked her, as long as the action didn’t stop, so when the weird white director shoved a little brown bottle under her nose, she just went with the flow and took a couple of hits of the poppers in each of her nasal passages.

A wave of color suddenly swept over her, as Clete took the first jab at her well fucked pussy. She winched a little as the thick cock opened her up more than ever before, but Ed was there to give her a couple more whiffs of the poppers, and her torso went completely limp as the very thick cock entered her well lubed cunt, and her sexual awareness caused her knees to spread more, and her legs were driven back onto her breasts.

She felt her legs being positioned over Clete’s shoulders, and when she looked over his head she saw the white guy smiling at her as he instructed her to cross her feet behind Clete’s neck.

I’m happy to be returning to this series. I enjoyed writing it and have some new ideas as to how the story should continue. I hope you enjoy.

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After Jeff and Cara got done fucking and putting their clothes back on, we headed out to the kitchen area. When we entered, I noticed several more people around the house now. In the kitchen there were seven or eight guys standing around as well as a few girls.

Not too long ago, I would have probably been self-conscious about being around these people I did not know wearing only a skimpy tank top and a g-string, but I felt no shyness. In fact, I felt incredibly empowered by my newly found self-confidence. Less than a year ago, I would never have been able to do this. Now, I was almost naked in front of strangers, had a tattoo on my ankle, a navel ring and a tongue ring. What a difference a year makes in the life of a person.

“Let’s hear it for our new star,” one of the guys said. I think he was one of the camera operators from the shoot. “Here’s to….Wait I don’t know your stage name.”

“Oh shit, I don’t have one,” I said as everyone held their glasses in the air.

“Well, you need one by the end of the day,” one of the other girls said. “Don’t trust these fucking bastards to come up with one. If you do, the next thing you know they’ll be using your name that you signed on the release form.”

“How about….Sharon,” I said trying to think on the spot.

“Wild,” I heard Jeff say behind me. “That was fucking wild this morning, so let’s use Wild.”

“Well then,” said the camera guy. “Here’s to our new star of fucking, Sharon Wild.”

I noticed Jeff went over the table to make a sandwich after the toast. He is always ready to eat. I guess watching his wife get fucked in a porn scene makes him hungry.

“Hi, Sharon,” said an attractive man as he approached me. “I’m Ron. I produce a lot of these scenes for either studios or internet sites.”

“Hi Ron,” I said. “I hope to be starring in those scenes for you.”

“Great, but I do need to let you know that we have a little problem for this afternoon. But if you’re willing to change plans a little, then we’ll have no real problems at all.”

“Well, as long as the change of plans still include be getting fucked, then we’ll have no problem.”

“That’s the kind of attitude I like to hear, especially in the new girls. If you don’t love to fuck, then this isn’t going to work out.

“That’s kind of a Captain Obvious thing to say isn’t it,” I replied.

“Well, you’d think, but you’d be amazed at the number of girls who are more in love with being on film than the fucking that gets them there.”

“That’s seems weird. You don’t have to worry about me. I’ve never met a cock that I didn’t fall in love with.”

“Great, then this won’t be a problem. We originally had you scheduled to do a scene with two guys, including anal. However, there was a scheduling conflict so we’ve changed it to a b-g scene like you did this morning.”

“Doesn’t sound like a problem at all.”

“Well, it is different than this morning in the fact that you’ll be fucking a black guy with a twelve-inch dick.”

I immediately felt moisture begin to fill my pussy when Ron said that final sentence. A black guy with a twelve-inch cock. ‘Wow’ was my only thought.

“You okay with that,” Ron asked me.

“Yeah,” I managed to reply. “I’ve never been with a black guy before. Can’t wait.”

“Good. He’ll be in a thirty minutes or so. Then, you two can talk a little, the director of the scene will work you through the scene and then we’ll get to work.”

Ron turned and walked away. I found Jeff and told him the change of plans. I could tell by the bulge in his pants that he found the whole idea of fucking a black guy as exciting as I did.

I got a quick bite to eat, before a lady named Rita was pulling me to another room to get me ready for my scene.

She did my make up and applied the fake eyelashes. She also pulled my hair back into pixie tails, which she said would make the interracial scene even hotter, since it made me look more innocent before turning into as she put it, “a black cock whore.”

We picked out an outfit to wear. A red g-string, blue-checkered hot pants and a yellow tank top with red flowers. However, as I went to put on the outfit, Rita stopped me.

“You always want to meet the guy, or guys for that matter, wearing as little as possible. Either completely naked or wearing only panties and/or your bra, but nothing more.”

“Why,” I asked stopping with putting on my g-string halfway up my legs.

“Two reasons,” Rita explained. “First, it gets them all excited to see fresh new pussy and tits. You’ll thank me for that later. The easier you get them hard at first, the easier the scene. Otherwise, you’ll have to work like hell to get them hard sometimes. Second, it helps you break out the self-consciousness of being completely exposed in front of a new guy. It’ll help you escort şişli relax once the scene starts. Trust me. I’ve been in your shoes before.”

I had to take her advice because it was the only advice I have ever gotten about being a porn star. Therefore, I decided to go ahead and meet the guy completely naked. I pulled off the g-string and set it on the pile of clothes that I would be putting on a little later.

We spent the rest of the time with her polishing up the makeup as well as making sure to powder my body a little, which she said would help make me look better under the lights. It would cover up some skin blemishes the camera and lights would be sure to pick up if we did not cover them.

After about ten more minutes, there was a knock on the door and the guy on the other side telling us the director was ready to meet with me.

Feeling a little self-conscious again, I got up, completely naked, and headed out of the room. The guy that had knocked quickly looked me over, muttered something under his breath about me being hot and told me to follow him. As I walked behind him, I felt more confidence because of his mumbled compliment of my body.

He motioned for me to enter a room off the main living room. As I entered, I saw two guys standing by a desk. One of them white and the other guy was black. Both of them paused as I entered the room. I saw there eyes start at my tits and work there way completely down my body and back up. There was no need to mentally undress me because I was standing there completely exposed, and incredibly turned on. I could moisture again building in my pussy as my body was the object of their attention.

“Hello, I believe you’re going by Sharon, right,” he asked and I nodded. “Very well, then Sharon, I’m Terry. I’ll be directing the scene her this afternoon and this is Marcus, your costar.”

“Very nice to meet your Sharon,” Marcus said.

He had dreadlocks and was very tall. He was also unbelievably hot and I could not wait to see his big, hard, 12-inch cock.

He took my hand and gave it a very polite kiss, which sent shivers throughout my body. I would have jumped him right there, but Terry broke the focus.

“Okay, then let’s get right to business,” he started as he motioned for Marcus and I to take a chair.

Marcus took a seat and I decided to be bold and instead of taking the chair next to him, I sat directly on his lap. I hoped to feel his cock, but it was not hard yet. However, what was there, I could feel was rather large, especially for not being hard.

“Well, you two seem to have some instant chemistry,” Terry continued. “That’s great. We should have a hot fucking scene then.”

He went on to lay out the basic story of the scene. It was going to be shot as a reality scene, which meant that there would be little direction and we would ad lip as much of it possible.

The basic plot, as it was explained, is that I was a bored housewife who was out on the patio ready to relax when a volleyball came over the fence. I was to get the ball and then try to seduce Marcus when he came over to retrieve the ball. Terry said he wanted Marcus to be shy at first and for me to be actively seducing him and to get bolder as he pretended to by shy.

After things got started between us, we were to take the scene into the house, which is where Marcus would become more assertive, and then, we would fuck. Terry told us to get in as many positions as possible and that the cumshot would be a facial. He also told me to make sure to not swallow, but instead slowly spit it out of my mouth and let it run down my chin, if I got any in my mouth.

“But before we really shoot the scene,” Terry continued. “I want to get the still shots done. At least those before we really get into the penetration scenes. So we’ll shoot outside and I’ll guide you two through what I want when we film, but we’ll be shooting the stills.

“As far as the stills and the cumshot are concerned, since this’ll be Marcus’ second shoot of the day, I want to save him for the film, so I’ll have one of the guys on the set cum on you Sharon and then we’ll bring Marcus back in to shoot some stills as if he was the one responsible for the mess on your face. Okay?”

I know this was only my second scene as a porn star, but this was different than I expected. However, Terry said this as if it was just normal routine and Marcus did not seem to think it was weird, so I just went with it.

I headed back to the dressing room as Terry told me to be ready in ten minutes. I quickly pulled on my g-string and hot pants. They were a little small and I saw when I turned around that the bottom part of my ass cheeks stuck out of the pants, which looked really hot if I say so myself. I slid the top over my head. It was not quite long enough to reach the top of the hot pants, so a little bit of my stomach was exposed, which I have always thought to be very hot. I still had a few minutes so I played escort çapa around with my hair a little, especially the long hair that we had pulled into pixie tails. I also checked my makeup and then it was time for me to go out and do my second ever scene.

I was more nervous for the second scene than I was the first. During the morning scene, I was quickly ushered through makeup and within fifteen minutes I was on the couch fucking. This scene was more planned out for me, which made me nervous about how I would do actually acting a little before getting fucked by a large black cock. I knew I could handle the fucking part, but the dialogue, especially the impromptu aspect of it, really made me nervous.

“You look great Sharon,” Terry said. “Now let’s get some photos of just you here on the patio.”

His voice relaxed me a great deal as did seeing my husband smiling from an area off to the side of the filming area. After a few shots, he had me pull my top down over my shoulders so that it would expose my tits as it clung around my stomach.

A few more pictures were taken and then Terry had Marcus enter the picture with the volleyball. Terry directed us through the scene as we flirted with the volleyball as the center of the flirting behavior. Before long, Marcus had his cock out and I was licking the length making it hard. As I put my hand around the base, it was so large that I could barely get my hand completely around it.

When I tried to suck as much of it into my mouth, I was only able to get it about halfway down, which, in my estimation, made his cock a little larger than the 12-inches advertised. Before long, Marcus was out of his shorts and I was just in my g-string, which Marcus pulled down also.

We headed inside where I started sucking on his cock the best I could without gagging and Terry continued to lead us through the scene how he wanted to it to play out when we went to the video filming.

“Okay, now cumshot time,” Terry announced. “Larry get over here.”

Larry came over with his cock out and stroking himself. He stood over me since I was on my knees and about a minute later he was shooting a load on my face and chest. Once he finished, he quickly left and Marcus came back over and I sucked on his cock as if he had just blown his load on me so the cameraman could get some close-ups of me sucking his cock with cum all over me.

“Good, good,” Terry said after a few more minutes. “Sharon go get cleaned up and retouch the makeup. We’ll start shooting in another ten minutes.”

I got up and headed back to my dressing area. I smiled at Jeff as I walked by the area where he and Cara were watching. He gave me a thumbs-up, which actually helped relax me even more, even though I was beginning to wonder if Marcus’ cock would hurt when he fucked me. I also realized I was walking in front of a small audience completely naked with cum on my face and chest, but I did not feel uneasy about it. I was very confident as I picked up where someone had put my clothes and walked to the bathroom. Of course, walking naked in a busy hotel lobby a week ago probably helped me get comfortable with people I did not know seeing me naked.

Rita was already in the room. She took a towel and wiped my face and chest clean before she began to touchup makeup. She was very efficient, because about five minutes later, I was getting dressed again.

“Fuck ’em good,” Rita told me as she ushered back into the living room.

I saw Marcus talking to Jeff, which I assumed was about me. Before I could join the conversation, Terry called me over to the back door where he lead me out onto the patio. As we left the living room, it was the sign for everyone involved with the scene to take their places.

“Okay, we’ll start with you sitting on this towel applying lotion to your legs,” Terry said to me. “A volleyball will come over the fence. You walk over to get it and call out to someone that you have the ball. Then, Marcus will appear from over there. You start flirting with him. Remember, he will be shy so you need to be the one to move the dialogue forward.

“Don’t worry about lines. Just say whatever comes to mind as if you were trying to get him to fuck you, which you really are. If you fuck up, don’t worry, we can edit. We’ll be running two camera here so angles shouldn’t be something you’ll have to worry about too much. Marcus is the one in charge of that, so just relax and enjoy your second fucking scene.”

Terry had a wonderful sense of making me feel at ease about everything. I knew every director would not be like him, but Keith must have made sure to get two very easy to work with directors so as to ease me into the business. It definitely worked.

I took my place on the blanket and Terry said to start filming. Everything went exactly as he said it would. Before I knew it, Marcus and I were flirting over the volleyball. He stayed to true to the shy role and got more comfortable with my own role.

“If escort bahçeşehir you want your ball back, you need to give me something,” I cooed to Marcus with as much of an Eastern European accent as I could still muster.

He continued to play the naïve soul as I tried to lead him to saying he wanted to fuck me. However, he continued to play hard to get.

“Well, why don’t you show me your dick,” I said very straightforward. “I bet you’ve got a big one.”

He pulled his shorts down and I was still amazed to see the size of it. He was not completely hard anymore, but even in its flaccid state, it was still at least eight inches long.

“Can I touch it,” I asked as he still played the shy role and started to try and cover himself back up.

Of course, he let me touch it. As I stroked his cock back to form, he began to get a little more aggressive.

“I think you need to let me see something,” he said to me. Not even waiting for my reply, he pulled my top up over my tits and began to massage my nipples.

“You want to go inside and play,” I asked, knowing the answer.

“Yeah, I’ve got some time,” he said and led me into the living room.

Once inside, we stopped in front of the leather couch. I immediately went to my knees, pulled his shorts the rest of the way down, and began to suck his cock. Like during the photo shoot, I was barely able to get half of his length in my mouth. It was mostly due to the enormous length, but I had a hard time opening my mouth wide enough to fit the width of his cock into my mouth as well.

“We need your clothes off too,” Marcus said to me after only a few minutes of me sucking his cock.

I pulled back and took my top off. I sat back on the couch and undid my tight shorts. I pulled them off with Marcus’ help and then he also helped me remove the tiny g-string I had on. After he pulled them, he ran his hand back up my leg and began to massage the outer lips of my pussy, which sent bolts of electricity throughout my body.

However, when began to lick my pussy, the sensation was not that great since he was not able to really go deep because he had to allow the camera guy to get a good shot of his tongue on my pussy. Not that it felt terrible, it did not, but it was not going to be able to get me off.

Thankfully, he was ready to continue fairly quickly. He positioned me to where I was more on the couch and place the tip of his cock at the opening of my pussy. I braced for his penetration since I had never had anything that big in me before.

He sensed my tension and was a master at slowly working his cock into me. I felt myself spread wider than I had ever been spread before and before long getting hit deeper than I had felt before also.

It was both pleasurable and painful at the same time. He began to thrust more forcefully, but I was not ready yet.

“Go slow,” I said to him.

He did just as I asked and slowly worked his massive cock back and forth in my pussy. In fact, he also pulled back a little, only fucking with me with about three-quarters of his length. After a few minutes, I felt myself relax and adjust to the massive size of the cock fucking my pussy. The moans that I vocalized turned from moans of discomfort to those of pleasure.

Again, Marcus sensed that I was more comfortable and pushed his cock further into me, which sent a wave of pleasure throughout my body now that I was ready for it. I could feel an orgasm beginning to form as he penetrated me deeper than I had ever been fucked before.

“Why don’t you ride my cock,” he suggested before an orgasm ripped through me.

He pulled out and sat on the couch. I got up and moved over his cock, facing away from him. I slowly lowered myself down onto his cock, allowing his entire length back into me. As I started rotating my hips and bouncing on his cock, an orgasm ripped through me. However, as soon as that one subsided, another ripped through me.

It was amazing. It seemed as if every time I lowered down and had Marcus completely in me, an orgasm ripped through me. I could hear myself moaning and screaming loudly and it was not an act. Over the course of about five minutes, I must have cummed at least 10 times.

“Turn around and let me suck those titties of yours as you ride my cock,” Marcus said as I came back to the conscious world.

I turned around and lowered back down on him. However, I could not reach orgasm because I felt myself drying out a little.

“I need some KY,” I said to Terry.

“Okay, just a second,” he said.

I got off Marcus as someone handed my some liquid KY. I put some on my hand and massaged it onto my pussy. Feeling confident that was taken care of, I sat back down on Marcus’ cock.

“Let’s go ahead and change to doggy,” Terry suggested.

We repositioned again with me on my knees and face on the couch while Marcus got behind me. Quickly he entered me from behind, sending new waves of pleasure through me. However, the camera guy brought me back to the couch.

“Get a towel and wipe up the excess lube,” he said.

Marcus pulled out and wiped my upper thigh, but when he reentered me, the moment was lost. He began to fuck me pretty hard, but my moans of pleasure were pure acting. This lasted for another few minutes before Marcus had us changing positions again.

This is the last chapter. I’d like to thank everybody for reading, and I’d especially like to thank DonnaBeck for doing a first read before I posted this chapter and the previous one. She’s a wonderful writer with a great sense of story and character, and “Contrast” is much better due to her holding my feet to the fire on a couple of things.

The story so far: After a chance street meeting, a kind-of-meek white guy and a part-time-college black woman go back to her place and fuck like weasels. Then they agree to begin a just-for-sex, no-names relationship. What they expect to be a few days or weeks of a hot-and-heavy fling turns into months, and their constant intimacy brings both of them to a place much more emotional than they had planned. The rules of their game are clear and straightforward – no names, no personal details. But with every erotic encounter, something deeper and more powerful challenges their resolve to stick to that agreement …

* * *

Him

The light is dim, one lamp across the room glowing at its lowest setting. She’s on her elbows and knees in the middle of the bed, and I’m three strokes into fucking her in the ass … when the phone rings.

God damn it.

We’ve done anal before, but it’s rare. Maybe five times in the whole six months. So it’s special – I mean, everything is special, every time is amazing and unique and its own mind-blowing experience … but the butt sex is always over the top. Especially the penetration and the first few thrusts after that, when every push I make into her brings an explosive, animalistic grunt from her throat.

So the ring-tone’s chipper little I-don’t-give-a-fuck-if-I’m-interrupting-anything tune is even more aggravating than it ordinarily would be.

“Guh,” she says, “don’t stop …”

I pull back with the tight-ring squeeze of her asshole sucking at my shaft, slowly revealing its veined length and glistening coat of lube. It’s not that hard to ignore the ringing.

“oh,” she says, “ohhh …”

Then “NGH!” as I load myself back into her, and “Yeahhhhh” as I clutch her waist and hold the stroke deep.

Doo-do-dee-doo-de-do, diddle-oo-dee-do-de-doo. This isn’t the first time one of us has gotten a call during sex, but it’s the first time we’ve had a precious in-through-the-out-door moment interrupted. I really need to remember to put the damn thing on vibrate only.

Two more strokes, and I’m barely conscious of the annoying loop of electronica. Another two strokes after that, it finally gives up.

Her forceful gasps have gone to moans now as she moves with me in cyclical flesh-waves, breasts swinging free beneath her, forehead rolling against the sheets.

“Faster,” she breaths. “Harder.”

My hands squeeze deeper into the cushioning flesh of her waist. I bring up my speed, add another notch of power.

“UH! God, yes!”

For a maybe a minute, definitely no more than that, we pound ourselves together, her gorgeous, full, round bottom swallowing me up, letting me loose, swallowing me up again.

Then.

Doo-do-dee-doo-de-do, diddle-oo-dee-do-de-doo.

I say it out loud this time: “God damn it.”

She laughs, but something about the dainty synthesized melody infuriates me and gives my next thrust a nitro-boost of anger.

“UHH!” The gutteral intensity of her response sparks and sizzles a crossfire with the phone-hate in my brain, and I go into overdrive, every thrust a punch of revenge against whoever is on the other end of that line.

Damn

“Eee!”

you

“uh – uhh -”

you

“Yes, honey, fuck me!”

inconsiderate

“Oh god -”

sack

“I’m gonna … I’m gonna …”

of

“UHHhhuuAAAHH!!”

She’s screaming, contorting, smacking one hand down against the mattress, and out of nowhere, my brain thinks –

Oh. What if it’s the call.

I go completely still. She’s panting, face buried in the sheets, hands clenched into fists. I feel the rhythmic throb of her orgasm clamping the sphincter of her anus around me in fierce pulsations. The phone has gone silent.

If it’s Gabe, he’ll keep calling. He wouldn’t text me something like that.

Hesitantly, I take an experimental stroke out and in. She quivers and trembles and makes the most fantastic vibrating whimper in her throat.

The phone rings again.

* * *

Her

I have just had the most incredible motherfucking ass-gasm of my life, so hearing another call on his phone is nothing but hilarious to me. I laugh and I shake and I open my mouth to say, “Aren’t you going to get that?”

But then I realize he’s stopped again, and his hands are limp at my waist like he’s forgotten me. And when I lift up and turn my head to see what’s going on, he’s got a look on his face that says something is very, very fucked up.

“Do you need to get that?” escort mecidiyeköy I ask, all the sarcasm I was about to lay on him suddenly gone. “It’s okay.”

He pulls out and rolls off of the bed. Something’s wrong with his breathing. Without knowing why, I’m terrified for him. I turn over to track him as he stands up, bends over, picks up his jeans, fishes in one of the pockets for that ridiculous sing-song noisemaker.

In the glow of the screen, I see his eyes recognize the phone number. Then they squeeze closed and he swallows before hitting the answer button.

“Gabe.”

Faint and buzzing, that ear-muffled other-end-of-a-conversation sound is all that reaches me.

“Okay,” he tells Gabe, whoever that is. His voice is hollow and unsteady. “How long ago? Uh-huh.”

The mattress shakes as he slumps down to sit on it. “Did you call Susie yet? I can, if you’re – no, sure. I just don’t want you to feel like you have to take care of everything. Uh-huh. No, I know. Thanks. That’s why you were always the favorite son, Gabe – you have this kind of shit under control. Look, man, I … what? Okay, tomorrow. Yeah. Yeah. Love you too.”

As he punches the hang-up circle, tosses his phone away to land on his jeans, and puts his face in both hands, I crawl over to him, wanting to help but not sure if I’m allowed to. I don’t know this man’s name, but now … he has, what, a brother or a cousin named Gabe, and a sister, maybe – Susan – and someone has just died, probably his mother or his dad.

I know what that’s like. Except the brother and sister part.

Maybe our agreement means our lives aren’t supposed to touch like this, but I can’t keep my hands off his shoulders, and even though I don’t hear him sobbing, I feel it, and I move in close and put my cheek against his warm, trembling back and slide my hand around onto his chest.

We’re like that for long enough that I realize I’m smelling my ass-juice on his dick, and it pisses me off that my brain even notices it, because every single brain-cell that I own ought to be trying to figure out how to make him feel better, even though I also know, completely, that there’s no way for me to do that.

Finally, he takes a few deep breaths and straightens a little, hands sliding together as he pulls them away from his face.

“I’m sorry,” he says in a thick voice. “I’m sorry about that, I -”

“Shut up,” I say, quietly, squeezing my hand into his chest. “Tell me what you need. Do you need to go? Do you need me to hold you? Do you want me to try taking your mind off it?”

It takes a couple more uneven breaths for him to answer me.

“Just … lie down with me, okay?”

With a nod, I kiss his shoulder and slide across the sheets to make room.

Then we curl together on my bed, pressed together but completely still, and I have never known that a place could hurt so much and be so wonderful at the same time.

* * *

Them

A month later, their routine is more or less back to normal. Except that instead of occasionally holding her quietly after sex and thinking, This is almost better than the actual sex, he now thinks it all the time. With no “almost.”

And instead of thinking, Should I, or shouldn’t I? Should I, or shouldn’t I? about the idea of asking him for more, asking for them to share names, to learn each other, she finds herself thinking, How much longer will I be able to stop myself?

He comes over one Thursday after work with a bag of takeout Chinese. After kissing for a couple minutes just inside the door, they sit at her little round kitchen table and eat sesame chicken and moo goo gai pan straight out of the cartons, passing them back and forth. Occasionally she catches a mushroom in her chopsticks and holds it out for him to snag from their bamboo grip with his teeth. Sometimes teasing him by pulling it back at the last moment, which he doesn’t mind because it forces him to lean closer to a fantastic view of the cleavage within her tight blue tank top, unhampered by any bra.

He’s thinking she’s quieter than usual. She’s sitting with her heart pounding because she’s done something wrong. Deliberately. On the nightstand beside her bed there’s a book – her favorite book. It shouldn’t be there, and all through the Chinese food she’s on the verge of excusing herself for a second to go in and put it back on its shelf. It’s part of who she is, and if he sees it and asks about it and she tells him even a little bit, he’ll know so much more about her than he does right now. At least, that was her plan when she put it there.

Is she playing mysterious? he wonders. Their chairs are close, her thigh touching his. Sometimes the mushrooms come circling around from his right side as she loops her arm across his shoulders and snuggles close enough to press one breast against his escort beylikdüzü left bicep. She watches him closely as he turns his head to take the offered bite, and she’s still watching closely when he turns back and puckers for a quick kiss before chewing. Maybe she’s just looking to see if I’m okay.

The hole where his mom used to be isn’t filled in yet (and won’t ever be). But it’s mostly a part of his internal landscape now, something that became familiar and bearable much more quickly than he expected it to. Probably because they’d had so much warning, he told himself. Almost a year of knowing it could happen at any time.

Yeah, he thinks, looking into her unbelievably brown eyes as he chews the last of the straw mushroom. That’s why you’ve been able to cope. Keep telling yourself that.

God, you’ve got to get up and go hide that book, she thinks. The second he sees it he’ll know what you’re trying to pull.

But she doesn’t. She just keeps eating and watching him and seeing him watch her back. How does he manage to be so fucking hot?

“Okay,” he says at last, pushing the sesame chicken away, “you are way too sexy, and if I don’t stop, I’m going to be too full to bone you. You ready to get to it …?”

Bitch?

She hears him not saying the word plain as day. Oh shit, what does that mean? Maybe it doesn’t mean anything. Tell him, “Yeah, but give me a second” and go move that goddamn book.

But her heart’s cranked up so wild she doesn’t think her voice will be steady, so she just tries to give a shrug of, Sure, what the hell, as she puts her own food down.

He’s up and walking toward the bedroom then, unbuttoning his shirt, glancing back, wondering what she’s got up her sleeve for him. She’s never this reserved. Something’s going to break loose and explode when they get in the bedroom. Something good? He wonders what the hell it is and feels her presence like a wave pushing him toward the bed.

But …

While still in the tiny hallway, he catches sight of the nightstand through the doorway.

What the fuck?

His first thought is, Did she look through my wallet while I was sleeping and Google me?

There’s no mistaking the cover of that book, even from across the room. It’s the middle book of his first trilogy, the edition with that lame blank sky-blue cover he’d cobbled together himself in his early days of self-publishing. Where the hell would she have even gotten it? He only sold a few dozen copies before he paid to upgrade to a professional cover. And half those sales, thanks to the mysteries of Internet commerce, went to individual buyers in Italy and Germany.

No, if she Googled my name and bought a copy to plant, it’d be the new version, or one of the other books entirely.

She thinks she sees his stride falter as he gets to the bedroom doorway. Great. Here it comes, you dumbass. Why the hell didn’t you get up and move the damn thing?

He makes his decision in a split second and feels like a chickenshit doing it. Without stopping, he pivots so that he’s backing into the bedroom, shucking the dress shirt, then putting a thumb over his shoulder toward the adjoining bathroom. It’s not too hard to pretend that he’s doing it so he can drink in a long look of her as he’s moving.

“I’m going to take a leak real quick, okay?” He paints her body head to toe with his gaze, down and then up again. “But don’t get undressed. I want to peel you out of those clothes.”

“Sure,” she says, with a clumsily faked casual tone. He saw it. She knows he saw it. He’s giving me a chance to ditch it.

If there’s any doubt, just as he starts closing the bathroom door, he glances at the nightstand and says, “Oh. Hey, you left a book out. Uh, probably ought to put it away if you don’t want me to see it.”

He’s a shy pisser. It’s not that weird for him to go in and close the door, or for it to take a bit before she hears the stream of his pee hitting the toilet bowl. She stands paralyzed in the doorway, staring at the book in silence.

Inside the bathroom, he thinks, She wanted you to see it. She wanted you to see it, and you pushed her away, you dipshit. But what if that’s wrong? What if she just forgot it was there? Goddamnit. Then you could have just asked, “Hey, what’s that? Any good?” But no, because then he’d be lying, pretending he didn’t already know the damn thing cover-to-cover. And if she had snuck a peek at his license and was trying to tell him she knew who he was, then playing dumb would be pushing her away just as much as handling it the way he had. But either she doesn’t know who you are and she likes your books, or she’s trying to tell you she knows who you are. He can’t figure out which one of those is scarier, or more exciting. Then he realizes the third alternative is that someone loaned her the book and she escort esenyurt doesn’t give a crap about it.

Come on, you stupid fucker, piss already! The last is aimed at his bladder.

When the splash of urine sounds through the door, she finally moves. Stomps to the nightstand. Grabs the book roughly (even though it’s precious and probably one of the only things she would try to save from the apartment in a fire).

Yanks open the nightstand drawer, throws the book inside, slams it shut.

Stands panting with her back toward the bathroom door, trying to get herself under control while the toilet flushes and the sink runs.

The book is gone when he opens the door in his boxer-briefs, pants and socks discarded on the floor. Because she didn’t really want me to see it, or because I made her feel rejected?

He steps in behind her, wraps her in his arms, hooks his chin over her shoulder, closes his eyes, takes a few long breaths. Perfume. Deodorant. Hair. Skin. Her whole body feels taut in his grasp. What do you say? What do you say?

It hits him pretty quick. “You know what I like about you, bitch?”

“What?”

“Everything. There is not a single goddamn thing wrong with you. You’re fucking perfect.”

Some of the tension eases out of her. “Well … I did cock up and leave that book out. Almost gave away what kind of thing I like to read.”

So she does like it. Or – she’s covering for the fact that she peeked in my wallet. Dude, just … turn it off, okay?

“Yeah,” he replies, “but I think I would have lived. And anyway, it gave you an excuse to say ‘cock up.’ That was a pretty well chosen phrase.”

She feels him hardening against her left ass-cheek then, and she lets go of her worry and frustration, squirms around to face him within the tight circle of his arms. His grey eyes say he meant it when he called her perfect.

“Okay. So we gonna fuck now or what?” She feels filled up with sunlight as she says it. Things are suddenly so good, there’s no conceivable reason to change them.

“Yes, bitch, I believe we are.”

His encircling arms loosen, slide his hands down her back. Her eyes close and she shivers as his fingers reach her waist, tickle their way farther down, find the hem of her tank and begin to draw it upward. He puts his lips to the rich fullness of her mouth, closing his eyes to match hers. The feel of her shifting slightly as she raises her arms sets him afire, almost makes him rip the blue top up and off, except that he’d have to break the kiss to do that, and he’s not willing to – not yet. So he creeps the fabric higher and higher, releasing her soft flesh to the air in movements of inches. Her breasts momentarily weigh down his progress, until the fabric rolls up and around their curves, lifting and then letting them fall. He breaks the kiss then, to lean and get his mouth to one of her nipples. The tank top goes up and over her head to be tossed across the room.

“God, it makes me so hot when you do that,” she breathes at his suckling. A quick circle of his tongue around the nipple makes her gasp. “Yeahhhh. You getting my skirt, or am I?”

He rises up, looks her in the eye, one hand on each side of her rib cage. The way she stands there, nude to the waist, the color of coffee with a dash of cream, and then an extra dash in the band around her breasts and ribs where the sun never hits, and then the deep chocolate of her areolas and nipples, the bronze of her hair, the buff of her palms – he could write a whole book on just the different browns of her.

The look he’s giving her makes her forget her own question about the skirt. For a while, she just meets his stare and knows and needs nothing else. Then a heat like being belly-down on hot sand suggests at least one other need. Maybe the same thing hits him at the same time, because he kneels and works the catch of her skirt, unzips it, glides it down with both hands, the fingers spread wide to cover and sense as much of her flesh as he can.

As the denim curtain descends along her thighs, her silky off-white panties are laid bare, an aromatic painting of female arousal. He stoops and bends and grazes her still-clothed mound ever-so-gently with his teeth, making her suck in a lightning-quick breath.

“I want to ride your mouth,” she says. His grey eyes glitter as he brings his jaw and lips to a slow close, sending soft heat and a bit of extra dampness into her panties with his delicate kiss. Then he tongues a crease into the cloth along her slit and leans back, getting his thumbs through the leg-holes to either side of her mons, to tug the fabric down.

They move like a single creature: her, stepping out of the wet, silken cloth, him sliding his legs through her wide-spaced ankles, her coming forward and down, him easing down and back with just slightly less speed so that the space between her labia and his lips closes in time with their descent to the floor. His head touches the carpet just as she settles fully against his mouth, the subtle and intricate involutions of her flesh tangy with lust. With a few careful shifts and adjustments, she positions her legs, her hips, just where she can press herself to him without her weight crushing him or straining her knees.

This is the last chapter that will be in interracial love. This story belongs in the scifi section.

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After my first meal in the main dining room, I was served in my room. I was restricting the flow of conversation. Ryan’s way of saying he missed being able to bend one of his guests over and fuck them on the dessert. I got to suck Dom’s dick a few times a day, to take the edge off of my fiery pussy. After about a month, I could put the thin vibrator in my pussy. The thing made me come too quickly. It was unsatisfying the way it got to me. I needed a fatter one to stretch my opening a little. Finally, Ryan caught me shoving my thumb inside myself. He said it was time for me to get tested. We had lunch and he ushered me into a small room with a table on it. He pulled a floppy piece of rubber off of a hook on the wall and motioned with his eyes for me to take what little I had on off. He spoke quietly about sexual arousal and how some animals were short with their courtship and some were long.

After I’d stripped, I found myself opening Ryan’s pants. He moved my hands away and looked into my eyes. He shook his head and sighed, “I’m sorry. I can’t do that to the boy. I’ll be more specific when I command you.”

I whined and let him go. I hadn’t wanted to do that. His hand pressed at my pussy and I spread my legs quickly. He caressed my stomach and moved me onto the table as my scent wafted up.

I needed to be filled. Ryan spread my legs again and inserted the thin floppy thing into my oh too wet snatch. He turned a dial on the box in his hand and I felt a strange filling sensation inside. I felt the probe enlarge inside me without stretching my entrance. Ryan pressed a button and I felt it vibrate as it expanded more. I let out a sigh as I began to feel the pleasure I needed. I caught myself rocking my hips as Ryan watched my obvious joy. He reached over and pinched my nipple. When I started to tremble slightly and closed my eyes, I felt a pair of lips fasten onto my already erect nipple. As I bucked in response to the probe I heard Ryan moan around my breast. I felt myself start to come. It was the best orgasm I’d had to date. He let go of my nipple and caressed my skin as I tried to stop myself from trembling. He calmed me with his soothing voice as I slowly came down. The probe was still doing it’s job and I felt it.

“Let’s see how many you can have, huh, Ellen? escort etiler You were so quick. You needed that. Now, it should be just for the pleasure.”

I spread my legs and arched my back so that Ryan could see my flexibility. He smiled down at me and ran an admiring hand over my hungry pussy. He tugged softly on the probe and I squealed in pain.

“Good. You’ll be tighter than a virgin when he takes you. You wantthat, don’t you?”

I looked into Ryan’s eyes and he seemed genuinely concerned when ISay yes. He ran a hand over my hair and touched my forehead.

“That’s not what you want. You’re afraid. You should be. You should know what you’re getting in to. Come for me, will you?”

Ryan walked out of the room as I felt myself contracting around the probe again.

When I opened my eyes from the pleasure induced stupor, I saw Dominic sitting near me. He whispered something quietly as he met my eyes.

“What?”

“He told you didn’t he.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“My beautiful girl. I will probably never fuck you. I should give you to someone else.”

“Dom…”

“I’m very different, Ellen. You know that a little. I’ve got another side to me that you might not be able to handle. I’m not some knight in shining armor. I won’t risk penetration…”

“You’re a big boy, I know….”

He slowly flowed toward me and his hand touched my chin. I looked into his ocean blue eyes and he opened his mouth slightly. I felt the growl before he actually voiced it. The sound rolled out and struck me in the face. I gasped at the force of it. Instinctively, I pulled away.

“Do you need anything more from me? I think that should be enough to let you understand.”

I lay there with the vibrating thing still fully inflated within me asmy confusion overrode my sexual response.

“I grow with the mating. That’s how I feed sometimes. I don’t want to hurt you, but I get horny just watching you. I thought I was just in it because I wanted to be inside you. I didn’t think I’d have to fix what your moron of a husband had tried.” He let out a low sigh and continued, “You smelled so inviting and ripe. I can settle for blowjobs the rest of my life, I guess…”

I sat up and the pressure inside me increased. I came as I slid toward him. He watched me for a moment then pulled at escort nişantaşı the probe like his father had. This time the pain made me come harder and I pitched forward into his arms. Before he had a chance to get a good grasp of me, I was grinding my vibrating pussy into his crotch. He placed me back onto the table and shut off the probe. As it deflated, I sighed with relief. Dominic looked at the read outs and then back at me.

“It was probably too soon.”

As he soothed me with his quiet voice, I continued to grind myself against him. He wrapped me up in a sheet and took me back to the orgy room. I let him put me to bed. His warmth allowed me to sleep for quite a while. I was very hungry when I dressed and went down to the kitchen. Ryan looked up from the romaine lettuce he was tearing into a wooden bowl. His face immediately told me. Dominic was gone.

It was a very lonely existence at the big house. Ryan Severus had been the ultimate in hosts with his lavish parties and extravagant gifts. However, he would isolate me when he planned his occasional orgy. When my rooms were complete, I was moved to Dominic’s wing and given a wardrobe with clothes in it. The clothes weren’t skimpy and I had underwear, finally. The dark wood paneled walls seemed to be ancient. I just chalked it up to a great artist. Ryan refused to tell me what a sixteenth century bedroom costs in this millennium, so I let it drop. The beautiful surroundings didn’t help my mind from wandering to sex. I got a new job as a temp for “candy money” and the looks I got from strange men. I lived for their arousal. It was an addiction I needed to get more of. Something stopped me from scratching the itch, though. I finally heard from Ron’s lawyer and I signed the divorce papers. I had them messengered back the same day. With my settlement, I decided on going back to school. The main goal was independence. I would never be vulnerable again, save to a good screw. Ryan offered to fund my education. I turned him down. I told him, “As soon as I get a chance, I’m moving out of this place. I can’t have you keeping me here for nothing.” His reply was, “If Dominic were here, you would be here for someone and something.”

My poor little pussy craved a good hard dick and a finger thick vibrator wasn’t worth the trouble. I was just about to try again to put more fingers escort kağıthane into me when I heard someone walk into the outer room. I saw the curtains of my bedroom part and Dominic stared done at my glistening snatch. I moved my fingers away from myself and raised up. My pussy had a mind of it’s own because it came as I tried to pretend that I hadn’t been stroking myself. I jumped up and hugged him. He smelled of stale cigarettes and alcohol. He didn’t look drunk, though. He gave me a kiss on my forehead and took off his jacket.

“I shouldn’t be here right now, but I haven’t been able to get over that pussy. And, I haven’t even been in it,” he laughed quietly. “Imagine that, a white boy keeping a hot little black girl in his house for months and not putting it in her once. What an idiot.”

“Are you drunk?”

“Oh, no. I had to hit a few clubs to find the right prey. They might have been. Maybe, I’m a little buzzed.”

I let him go and take a shower. When he was dry and a little more sober, he watched me as I got dressed to go down for the latest of Ryan’s parties. He helped me zip up my dress and declined the invitation to join me downstairs. I looked back at him and he stared keenly into my eyes. I froze with my hand on the door knob. He walked slowly toward me and continued to hold my gaze. He moved his nose to my neck and blew gently on my ear.

“I’m getting over you, El. I’ve got to get over this and let you go.”

He moved away from me. He hadn’t frozen me as solid as before. I’d chosen to stay still. He couldn’t freeze me anymore? I walked down to the party and I danced my butt off. There were so many attractive men, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the one that was sulking upstairs. What was he, anyway, some sort of monster? Was his father? He was talking about cannibalism, wasn’t he? Wait, if you’re not human, you can’t be a cannibal if you eat one. As I chatted sweetly and felt a few chests, I felt myself becoming turned on by the prospect of making one of these men lucky. They seemed to know it, too. Toward the end of the night, they followed my every whim. It was like a sea of men, and I was Poseidon. I even had a big guy rubbing himself through his pants. ‘Yes, do more.’ He opened his pants to show me his fat little member and stroked it to an angry purple head. Another one opened his fly, too. They raced each other to the cupped hand finish. I dipped my finger into each hand and licked the delicious sperm off. They weren’t good enough. I opened another man’s shirt and ran my nails over his firm chest. This one showed promise. He seemed to shiver as I ran my palm over his package. Too eager, sorry. This would be an interesting night.

End Dominic four.

To be continued…

I live in a small town in the south. The population of black and white is 50/50. At the time I was working at a local gas station. As I got off work I head off to the bar. This bar I was in had customers from the local businesses and factories. It was the kind of bar that blacks and whites were welcome to. But by living in the south the blacks would sit separate from the whites, but sometimes you had your friends that sat together. I met four of my friends at the bar, two guys that were black and the other two were white. We all went to high school together. We were sitting at a table eating some dinner that the bar served and drinking some beers. We were almost out of beers so I walked up to the bar to order some. And when I did there was these two black women sitting at the bar having their drinks and talking their talk.

One of these ladies caught my eye. I stared at her and she caught me looking and she said out loud to me, “hey white boy! you got a looking problem?” Her words to me were in a angry manner. I have seen her around town, she worked at the local yarn factory. So my reply was, “yes I got a looking problem and the problem is you” As I walked up beside the two beautiful ladies.

I said “I come in peace!” with a humorous laugh.

One of my friend’s walked up to me and said, “Hey where’s the beers?”

It was my black friend he looked at me and smiled and said “Are you trying to pick up these sistas?” as he laughed.

I said “Nah man I’m just being friendly.”

As he got the beers I told him I would be back to the table later. So the woman I was looking at she said “so what’s the problem?”

I replied to her that I found her very attractive. Her mouth just dropped, she whispered something to her friend. So her friend got up and walked away from us.

She told me to have a seat beside her. We introduced ourselves. Her name was Chaneka. Chaneka said she was sorry for having an attitude, but with some of the white men around always stare because they don’t like blacks. I understood that considering all the rednecks that surrounded our town. I told her that it was understood. And I let her know I was different. So her first question escort beşiktaş to me was what’s makes me think a black woman as herself would even think about getting up with a white man. I told her that all the women

I have dated in my past were white and black, but I have found myself more comfortable with the black women and that black women to me were more beautiful. I also mentioned that her beauty was unreal to me. Chaneka had coal black skin tone, she had a slender body, her ass was big and firm looking, her breasts were the size of d-cups, she had tall hair that look as she had a weave. She explained to me that she has never been with a white man in her life and that she has heard of the stories about us. She laughed as she told me about one of the stories that white men had very small dicks. I just laughed at the story. We sat there drinking and talking about things. my friends said they were taking off, and her friend was talking to a black guy.

Chaneka then asked me if my cock was small, my reply was average size. She then put her hand under the bar and touched my leg, rubbing her hand on it. Within seconds my cock got hard. She then put her hand on my cock and rubbed it through my jeans. She smiled and said, “I guess that story is wrong”, as she laughed. The beer was taking effect on the both of us and the desire was getting hotter for the both of us. So we whispered to each other that we gotta go somewhere private. We both knew how it was with people looking and gossip. So we had to come up with a plan. So we agreed to meet in a parking lot in town. So I walked out first and she followed out behind me 10 minutes later. So that we could keep it kind of secret so the gossip wouldn’t start up or some drunk ass would start trouble.

I was waiting for her in the parking lot, I saw car lights pulling in the parking lot. her car pulled in beside mine. Chaneka said she had her own place which was a mobile home located in a small black neighborhood. So I locked up my car and got into hers. As we arrived at her place. We stepped into her place. I sat on the couch as Chaneka said she was going to make escort bahçelievler some coffee for us. We sat and talked for awhile as we sipped on our coffee. She explained that she was in a long term relationship that lasted for 3 years, that ended a year ago. And since then it has been one year since she’s been with another man. Her being the age of 34 and me being the age of 25. She said it didn’t really concern her with my age it was the difference of our skin that intrigued her the most.

As we were finishing up our coffee I placed my hand on hers. Then our eyes met in a stare that seemed like a erotic trance. Our lips then met, she put her tongue deep into my mouth. She then pushed me on my back as my she ran her fingers through my hair, then she had one hand rubbing through my jeans on my cock. I was moving my hands on her back then to her ass. I squeezed her firm black ass with both of my hands. Chaneka stopped kissing me then whispered that we should go to the bedroom. As she led me to her bedroom I could feel my cock getting harder and harder it felt like it was going to bust through my pants.

She sat me on her bed as she started to remove her clothes. As her jeans drooped to the floor and her shirt was tossed across the room, She was wearing nothing but a pair of white panties, a white bra and a pair of long white socks. The contrast of the cloth to her body made me light-headed. I stood up and helped her with her bra then slipped her panties off. She stood before me naked. The lights were dim, but the shine of the dim lights shined off her coal black skin. I slid out of my shoes and socks. She then unbutton my jeans and pulled them off. I pulled off my shirt.

Chaneka got on her knees and in between my legs. She started to put my rock hard cock in between her full lips. The warmth of her mouth felt so damn good, she then moved her tongue to my balls and then sucked and licked on them like a sucker. After about 10 minutes of her sucking my cock, Chaneka laid on the bed, I told her I wanted to eat her pussy. Chaneka mentioned that she has never had it done. So I buried my face deep into escort bakırköy her pussy.

Her pussy was so hairy like it have never been shaved. I drove my tongue deep into her slit, she was moaning as her legs wrapped around my neck. She was using her legs to push me in closer to her pussy. I then started to nibble on her clit as I slid my two fingers deep into her cunt. She was moaning so loud I swear the whole neighborhood could hear her. She started cumming, I could feel her lips tightening up. She then told me that she wanted me inside her. So I spread her legs then slid my white cock deep into her tight black pussy. I thrust deep with long strokes. I leaned down a few times to kiss her and to suck on her nipples. Chaneka whispered into my ear that she wanted to get on top. I laid on my back as she lowered her pussy on my cock. She rode my cock hard and fast. Chaneka then got off my cock and started going into multi-orgasms. I held her close to me as her body shook into ecstasy.

Chaneka said she wanted me to fuck in the ass. With me never doing anything like that I said to myself “what the hell why not?” So I told her I would be glad to do it, she then said “you know this my first time too” She explained that one of her friend’s told her about it. So I lubed my cock up with some K-Y and proceed to bend her over doggie style. I pushed my cock deep into her black ass, her ass was so tight. I plunged my white dick deep into her black ass.

Within minutes I felt my balls rumble and tighten up. Chaneka was moaning”oh yessssssss. . . . . . oh shit. It feels so good!!”

Then I screamed out “oh Chaneka. . oh baby. . I’m gonna cum!” I pulled out of her ass, and she laid on her back and moaned for me to shoot it all over her face. I jacked my cock off all over her face and tities. It hurt and felt good at the same time. I could feel my balls jerk hard as I shot it seemed like gallons of hot white cum all over my black lover.

We then got up and showered then got back in bed and made love some more. After our love making we just laid in bed together talking. Her head was laying on my shoulder with arm wrapped around her. Chaneka laughed and said “So the other story is true then.”

I replied, “What other story?”

Chaneka said, “You have not been licked right until you’ve been licked by a white.”

We laughed so hard at that. We started a relationship and now we are still together today. Even the whole town knows about our relationship. But I am happy and she is happy, what more do we need?

Please read the first installment of “Condo on the Beach” to get a full understanding of the story, the characters and the relationship dynamics of the characters.

Condo on the Beach I was a true story with fictional characters or a fictional story based on true events. Either way the names, the professions, the physical appearance of all characters portrayed in the story have been altered to prevent any semblance to anybody living or dead.

Condo on the Beach II is complete fiction from my perverted mind.

As with Condo on the Beach I this story could have been placed in a number of categories including, Loving Wives, Erotic Couplings, Mature and Exhibitionist and Voyeur but I do believe the driving force of the story is Interracial Love.

Constructive comments welcome. If you don’t like cuckold or wife sharing stories don’t read use your time for another story.

Condo on the Beach II

The drive home from the condo was a very quiet three hours. Amy tried on a couple of occasions to start a conversation but I would have none of it. She finally closed her eyes and slept. I am sure she needed it after the night she had with her two black bulls.

As we arrived at our home I woke her from a very deep sleep. She appeared quite groggy almost like she wasn’t sure where she was. She moaned as she tried to move her body to sit up. I am sure her muscles were sore and stiff from the pounding she had received over the last couple of days.

Once she got her bearings she looked at me with a very sad face and just said, “I’m sorry if I hurt you.”

I looked at her for a moment but didn’t respond. I popped the trunk, got out of the car retrieved the luggage and went inside leaving her alone in the car. About five minutes later I heard the front door open as she entered. She went upstairs to our room shut the door. I didn’t see her again until the next morning as I slept in what had become my room.

That night I laid in bed thinking of what had happened over the weekend. I knew that I was at fault for part of it. She warned me that if it started there was no guarantee she could stop it and she was right once she started there was no stopping her.

While I was thinking and visualizing what had happened I realized that I was getting a partial erection. The one good thing about the weekend is I was finally getting some life back in the old cock. A feeling I had missed for almost a year. I decided to call a Urologist friend of mine in the morning to get checked out. Maybe there was some hope for me after all.

When I awoke the next morning I went to the kitchen to find a pot of coffee brewed and my wife dressed for work. She looked beautiful. She had on a navy blue skirt just above the knees with a white blouse and a matching navy blue suit jacket. She topped it off with white nylons and navy blue pumps. She looked the epitome of a professional woman. Unfortunately for me that vision was replaced with my memory of her being double penetrated by Ty and Reggie from the weekend.

We said our good mornings and drank our coffees said our goodbye. As she was leaving she kissed me on my cheek and said, “I love you but we need to talk tonight.” I just nodded and off she went.

I called my Urologist and due to being a top local doctor and friend I was added on for later in the day. During my appointment I talked about the recent stirrings in my groin and he said that is a good sign and then he suggested a new treatment for Erectile Dysfunction (ED) using ultrasound to repair damaged blood vessels. He said it would require a few treatments but has shown a lot of promise in cases like mine. I had my first treatment that afternoon.

I went home to an empty home. Being alone was not good. Memories of the past weekend kept creeping into my mind. I would visualize Ty fucking Amy Friday night seeing his cock pulsing as he filled her womb with his seed. I was remembering Saturday morning as he just took her into the bedroom and fucked her missionary until they both climaxed and then watched her as she used her mouth to clean him of their combined fluids.

The limo ride to and from the club with Ty and Reggie and all they did to her during those rides. Then the memory of watching Amy being fucked by Reggie and watching Ty lube up his cock to take Amy’s anal cherry. I remembered her begging Ty not to fuck her ass and not being able to do anything about it. Then the ultimate humiliation of listening to Amy come over and over again as the two bulls penetrated her pussy and ass. As much as I hated reliving those memories I had an actual full on erection for the first time in a year. It didn’t last long but I had it.

Amy came home around her usual time of 7:00 PM. I had dinner ready as I had become a pretty good cook since I retired. I prepared baked boneless chicken breast, mash potatoes and peas. Not a gourmet dinner but a good dinner. I brought out a good bottle of Pinot Grigio to pair with the meal.

During dinner we carried on a stunted escort taksim conversation mainly talking about her work and the kids. She did say she spoke with the twins and they were doing fine. As we were clearing the table Amy asked, “Can we talk about what happened this weekend.”

“If we must,” I responded. “You go first; I want to hear what you have to say.”

Amy just stared at me gathering her thoughts and said, “As I said yesterday I am sorry things got so out of hand.” She looked at me with sadness in her eyes and then said, “But you have to accept some of the blame. You started it by asking Ty to the room and more or less giving me to him. I warned you once I started I might not be able to stop.”

“I admit it I did start it. I started it out of love for you and knowing I have not been able to perform my duties as a husband and thought for one night we could enjoy each other through him. If it would have ended there I would be fine and would have no regrets but it didn’t end there did it? It’s not the fact that you couldn’t or wouldn’t stop it was the fact once you started I was no longer part of what happened. I became some old limp dick cuckold.”

Amy said, “That is not true. I needed you there. If you really wanted me to stop I would have stopped.”

I said, “You really believe that, I asked you to call off Saturday night and you refused. When I asked for some conditions you had to get Ty’s permission to agree to them. When I wanted to talk Sunday morning you were more concerned about following their orders to suck their cocks than listening to me. That doesn’t sound like someone who would have stopped if asked.”

She looked down at the floor and then said, “You would have made a great lawyer with a closing argument like that. You are right I was out of control. I don’t know what I was thinking. I was completely under their influence and to be honest I loved it, I needed it. You know how sexual I am and how submissive I can be. They hit all the right buttons. It was the perfect storm.”

I looked at her; one of the top high powered attorneys in the state totally emotionally defeated and said to her, “Where do we go from here?”

She looked at me with tears in her eyes and said, “I don’t want to go anywhere, I want to stay here with the man I love, with the father of my children, to be the good and loyal wife I had been for the last 26 years.”

I responded, “Amy, now that the vows have been broken I am not sure they can be repaired. I am not sure I can ever trust you again. For the sake of the children, our position in the community and the fact I am to old and to tired to fight any of this we can continue on as we have for the last year or so, you in your room and me in mine. I love you, I will always love you but I am afraid I can no longer provide you with what you appear to need.”

Amy was sobbing, “I have ruined our relationship, our marriage for a couple of nights of sexual bliss. I am sorry, please forgive me. Let me back in your life as your wife. Do we have any chance?”

I just said, “Only time will tell, I am tired and going to bed. We can talk more tomorrow if needed but I don’t think anything will change.” I turned and went to my room.

I didn’t sleep well again as visions of Amy with her bulls kept me awake and semi-erect throughout the evening. I had another appointment later in the week for a treatment hopefully they would allow me to reach full and lasting erections sometime in the future.

Over the next few months Amy and I lived in harmony at our home. To everyone around us we were still the perfect power couple. In actuality we were more like roommates. She made coffee in the mornings I cooked dinner at night. There was no intimacy in our relationship besides a kiss on the cheek when we left the home or when we went to bed. Unbeknownst to Amy my treatments were successful and were able to get full and lasting erections but what I couldn’t do was achieve a climax. I would get close but couldn’t get over the edge. It was both frustrating and painful. I spoke to my urologist and he said physically I was fine. No cancer or blockages. He said it had to be psychological. I didn’t tell the doctor that Amy and I were not having sex or the problems we were going through.

As the position of managing partner Amy was required to travel from time to time. Over the last couple of months she told me she had to go to the state capitol to represent a large client on a couple of occasions and I didn’t think anything of it. That was until I received a call from my old medical school classmate Bill. The one Amy didn’t go to lunch with so she could fuck Ty during his lunch break.

I received a call from Bill and he asked, “You in town again looking for property?”

I said, “No, why do you ask?”

Bill goes, “I think I see your wife having lunch with a young black man.”

I said, “Really, she is visiting with a client. Are you sure it is her?”

“I escort ortaköy think so, let me see if i can sneak a picture to send to you.” Bill said.

My phone pinged and I saw Amy having lunch with Reggie. I instantly got a sick feeling in my stomach. I had to come up with a story and said to Bill, “Oh that is Reggie the ex-NFL player. Her firm represents him and his holdings. I heard he was thinking of moving to another firm. She probably is meeting with him to save the account. Please do not disturb them as I believe this is some serious negotiations.”

“No problem I don’t think your wife would remember me anyway.”

After my conversation with Bill I started putting two and two together and checked my calendar and noticed that for the last two months Amy was gone supposedly to the state capitol on business every two weeks or so. These trips were always overnight. I could only believe she was lying to me and was using these trips to meet up with her young bulls.

She wasn’t due home until tomorrow evening so needless to say I didn’t sleep well. All I could picture when my eyes closed were visions of her being pummeled by her two young bulls. I ended doing something I hadn’t done in over a year. I got shit faced drunk and finally passed out.

The next morning or should I say afternoon I woke up and felt like I had been run over by a truck. I looked at myself in the mirror and said to myself, “No wonder she is going outside the marriage to find satisfaction you look like hell.” I did the 3 Ss, shit, showered and shaved. I called my barber and went and got a haircut. I put my sweatpants and sweat shirt in the laundry. I dressed in clean clothes, slacks and polo. Splashed some Obsession on my face and brushed my teeth. Based on my improving health I no longer looked 71. I didn’t look 51 but didn’t look a day over my 61 years.

I prepared a great meal with wine and desert and when she arrived home she was pleasantly surprised to find me all cleaned up. She asked, “What’s the occasion? Did I miss a birthday or anniversary?”

“No, I just wanted to do something nice for you. You have been working so hard and travelling to support you biggest client. I just figured a nice meal at home would do you good.”

Amy said, “Thanks honey, I am very tired from my trip do I have time to freshen up before dinner?”

“Sure you have time, it will be ready in about 30 minutes.” I can guess why she is so tired.

When she came down she was wearing her long sleeve silky pajamas. They were her pajamas that have a high collar. I could only imagine she was trying to hide any marks left by her lovers. We had a great meal, finished the bottle of wine of which she drank most of it. I wanted her under the influence before I asked about her trip. We cleared the table and went to the couch in the family room and sat down. She looked at me and said, “I really enjoyed tonight. You look great with your haircut and dressed up.”

I thanked her for the compliment and then asked, “How is the capitol this time of year?”

She responded, “It is nice, unfortunately I don’t get out much to see any of it.”

“Being there overnight I would think you would have time to get out and about some.”

“I stay mainly in my hotel room,” Amy said.

I thought to myself I bet you do then asked the next question, “This client must be special to have the managing partner travel for the business.”

Amy said, “He is one of our biggest clients.”

I then asked, “When you say biggest client are they biggest in assets or the biggest cock?”

She was stunned and looked at me and said, “What?”

“You heard me answer the question.”

Amy said, “Why are you asking that?”

“Why, I will tell you why. I know as an ex NFL player Reggie probably has assets but nothing compared with some of your clients so it must be cock size when you say biggest.” I then took an 8×10 picture that I printed out of her and Reggie having lunch. Placed it in front of her and said explain this.”

Amy turned a whiter shade of pale looked at me with fear in her eyes and asked, “Where did you get this?”

“My friend Bill, you know the one you were supposed to meet for lunch but fucked Ty instead. You might have noticed him there and not blown your cover if you would have gone to lunch.”

“You were spying on me?”

“No, baby he saw you and called to see if I was in town.”

Amy goes, “Let me explain.”

I said, “No explanation is needed I can figure out what was going on. I think it is time for me to find a good lawyer, do you know any?”

“You’re not serious.”

“I afraid I am. I will not be humiliated anymore by you or anyone else. If you want to fuck around with young hung black men do it but not as my wife.”

“Please let me explain.” Amy pleaded.

She was in tears as she begged me to listen. I just said, “Go ahead but this better be good.”

“A couple of months ago escort bayrampaşa I got a message from Ty asking for me to call him. I ignored him for a day or two until I received a video of me on my back being fucked by Reggie. You couldn’t see his face but you could definitely see mine. He said if I didn’t call he was going to send a copy to all my partners so I called.”

I asked, “What did they want another weekend with the white lady lawyer?”

She just said, “Yes and no. It turns out Reggie is the developer of the condos and they are having problems selling them. His investors are threatening him with lawsuits. Ty and Reggie knew we had money so they wanted us to buy one and recommend them to some of our friends. They also wanted my firm to act as their attorney against any suits”

“So they were blackmailing you or should I say us.”

“The first time I said I was going to the capitol I went over there and bought one, using money out of my 401K. Ty took me to the condo we stayed in and said it was only fitting that we buy that one. I wanted to leave believe me but he insisted I go up to inspect it. When I walked in Reggie was there.”

Ty blocked the door and Reggie said. “Strip bitch.”

“Did you?” I asked.

“At first I refused, but when he demanded I strip the second time in his powerful voice my submissive side came out. I couldn’t help myself. I stripped for him and Ty. I was having flashbacks to that night with the two of them.”

I then asked her, “What happened then?”

“I don’t want to say.”

“I want to hear so tell me and don’t leave anything out.”

“As I stood there naked Reggie came over put his hands on my shoulders and lightly pressed down and said you know what to do. I did and started by going to my knees I then unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants exposing his very hard cock.”

I asked, “Did you suck it?” I was getting aroused and was starting to visualize what happened. As I stated before I am well hung almost 9″ and thick. I was starting to pitch a tent in my pants and I think Amy noticed.

She continued, “I kissed the head of his cock and then proceeded down it length kissing it all the way until I took each nut in my mouth. He started moaning and then ordered me to suck it and I did. He soon pulled out and painted my face with his cum. I started to wipe it off but he said to leave it and let it dry. As Reggie moved away a naked Ty took Reggie’s place and he eventually added his cum to my face.

I then asked, “What happened then?”

“The two of them led me to the master bedroom and they spent the rest of the night fucking me in my pussy, mouth and ass.”

“Did you come while they were mating with you?”

“Yes I came many times. I just couldn’t help myself. They broke me. After that night I was unable to refuse them. I was willing to do anything and everything they asked.”

“Did they stay the whole night with you and did you fuck them in the morning.”

Amy just looked at me defeated and stated, “Yes they had me go into the shower with them. They had me wash them like a hand maiden and then they fucked me against the shower wall. They wouldn’t let me get dressed until they left the condo.”

“I then asked, “How many times have you gone over there and done there bidding?”

“I’ve gone over there five times counting yesterday.”

I asked, “Describe to me what happens each time.”

She said, “They have a routine designed to humiliate and dominate me. Once I enter the condo I am to strip naked of all clothes. They have a leather collar that I have to put on and a butt plug with a tail I have to insert. I have to address them as Sir or Master. I am to set on the floor at the feet of one of them when not being used. My holes are always to be available for them and I can never refuse them any demand. I am not allowed to come without permission or I am punished.

“How do they punish you, do they hurt you?”

Amy replied, “They enjoy watching me trying not to cum and at times force me to cum without permission. For punishment they usually put me over one of their laps like a little kid and spank my butt. It stings like hell and my ass stays red for a while.

There was one time I was tied to the bed and teased for over an hour. They would bring me to the edge then back off over and over again it was torture but when they allowed me to cum it was one of the best ones ever.”

“Five times and has it only been Ty and Reggie or has there been others?” I asked.

I had never seen her so low. For such a powerful woman she was beaten down. She looked at me and said, “Don’t make me answer that.”

I just said, “So there have been others, who?”

“There have been three others that I slept with on my trips.”

“Who were they?” I asked.

“The first one was the quarterback for Reggie’s old team.”

“He is a white guy. Supposedly a squeaky clean Christian married with 4 kids. You fucked him?”

Amy responded, “More like he fucked me. They had me dress up as a cheerleader with no panties. I had to do cheers and I never was a cheerleader so I faked it. It seemed to work he started masturbating in front of the three of us. Finally he told me to stop lay on the ottaman with my butt in the air and he just fucked me. No foreplay, he came all over outfit.

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The party was winding down and Gianni made sure to avoid Leona at all cost. He had to hurry and give the Chief his gift so he could get the hell out of there. It seemed like an impossible feat since his two pigheaded friends were drinking like fish and mingled as if they had never seen women before. He nursed his third drink as he surveyed the room. Everyone looked beautiful almost out of a magazine or off a runway. He was approached by two very attractive women but couldn’t even hold a decent conversation because his mind constantly went back to the Chief’s daughter. If the Chief found out what he did to his little girl he would make his life a living hell.

“Got a lot on your mind Prenelli?”

Prenelli jumped and turned to see the Chief behind him with a cocktail in hand. His heart nearly stopped and he found himself unable to make eye contact.

“Yes, just family problems. I was actually looking for you to give you this.” Prenelli reached into his pocket and pulled out a card. The Chief took it opening it and a huge grin graced his face.

“Prenelli my boy! You sure know how to kiss ass.”

Both men laughed as the Chief ogled the tickets. It was no secret that he was a fan of football and with Prenelli’s family having the connections they had he was able to get him preordered super bowl tickets. The Chief wrapped his arm around his shoulder squeezing him.

“You know you’ve always been my favorite. Even when you came into the force I knew that one day you could take my job. But that will be when I’m long gone of course.”

Both men shared a laugh. Conversation flowed freely between the two and Prenelli relaxed almost forgetting about today’s earlier events. Almost. When a sultry voice broke through their discussion he couldn’t help tensing.

“Am I interrupting?”

“No baby girl not at all.”

Leona sidled up next to her dad with a sweet smile and cut her eyes at Prenelli. He gulped down his drink and tried to inch away but the chief continued talking as if the discussion never stopped. He watched as Leona looked up at her father hanging onto his every word with admiration. He could tell she really loved and cherished him. And it made him feel even more like shit.

“Robert you old fart! Get your ass over here!”

Chief stopped talking and looked over at one of his army brothers that just arrived. He broke out into a huge grin and excused himself as he left leaving Leona and Prenelli alone. There was a tense few seconds as the two made penetrating eye contact.

“It’s nice to put a first name to my assailant.”

“Listen I apologize for earlier. I didn’t know you were the Chief’s daughter and even if you weren’t his daughter it was an inappropriate thing for me to do especially being an officer of the law.”

“How many others have you done that to?”

“Only you.”

Her eyes unbelievingly glared at him. He knew that if the shoe was on the other foot he wouldn’t have believed himself. But it was true and he couldn’t prove it. He couldn’t help the anger that welled up inside of him at the realization.

“I can’t make you believe me. But trust me you’re the first, last, and only.”

“Well why me? Were you having a rough day mister officer? Or maybe you just wanted to get your dick wet? Or maybe power went straight to your fucking head and you—”

Before she could finish cutting into his ass, his boy Gary cut in. For the first time in a while he was actually glad to have his big head butting in.

“Well, well, well Miss Leona you sure look magnificent tonight.”

Leona in a flash went from angry to cute and giggled at Gary. The act infuriated Gianni. He knew Gary was an attractive older guy. At only 31 he could still pass for being in his 20s. He was an inch or two shorter than Gianni and was a very light brown color. He had hazel eyes that always entrapped women and had their legs splayed open to him before nightfall. He was a player and a womanizer and had no plans of settling down any time soon. The thought of him trying to run game on Leona made him angrier.

“Thanks Gary. You look handsome as well.”

“Care to dance?”

Gary lightly grabbed Leona’s hand kissing it and she nodded smiling at him prettily. Gianni was not about to let this happen.

“Gary let’s go.”

Both pairs of eyes looked at him. Sharp browns and lazy hazels assessed him.

“Okay after this dance.”

He pulled Leona to the dance floor where couples slow-danced to some old R&B song. He watched with disdain as Gary put his hands on Leona’s waist and she put her arms around his neck. They started to sway and he couldn’t help the jealousy that engulfed him at the sight of Gary whispering something probably dirty in her ear and her sultry laugh dancing across the room.

“Why are you looking like a sour puss over here?”

Gianni ignored Will as he had his eyes glued to Gary escort topkapı and Leona. Will followed his eyes to the two and smiled.

“Hey don’t worry. Gary knows better. It’s the Chief’s daughter. He wouldn’t be stupid enough to try anything.”

He was right because Gianni felt like the stupid one. She had his life in her hands and he hated feeling this hopeless. The song ended and the two pulled apart. Gary finished talking with her and he hated the way she looked up at him with almost the same admiration she did her father. He turned and walked away searching for the nearest bathroom. All on the main level were occupied and he bumped into the Chief’s wife.

“Oh honey sorry everyone’s drinking like fish and hogging the bathrooms! I had to go upstairs myself. You’re welcome to go up there just don’t tell anyone.”

She winked and he thanked her as he made his way upstairs. He opened the first door he could find and luckily it was a bathroom. He stepped inside and splashed cold water on his face. He had to calm the fuck down. It didn’t seem as if she was going to tell her father because she hadn’t said anything yet but he still was unsure. He didn’t understand where all this anger was coming from watching her interact with other men but he needed to cut the shit out. He summed it up to being his guilt for taking advantage of her. He fixed his tie and his slacks and barged out of the bathroom ready to drag Gary and Will’s ass out. He charged into someone and hurriedly grabbed onto them before they fell.

Leona was jarred out of her thoughts as a moving wall slammed into her. Warm hands encircled her waist holding her up and she looked up into Gianni’s eyes which looked just as startled as she was. She felt heat warm her as she became aware of their proximity. He hurried and released her backing away.

“Sorry.”

He tried to get by her and she stepped so that she was in front of him again. She folded her arms in front of her chest aggravated that he would try to leave and not settle things.

“So are we not going to discuss what happened earlier?”

“Are you going to tell your father?”

“No.”

“Then there’s nothing to discuss.”

He tried to side step her and she stepped in his way again. She narrowed her eyes at him and couldn’t control her hand shooting out and smacking his face. There was complete silence. His eyes went to glacial proportions and she was startled by the growl that escaped his mouth. He grabbed her arms and pushed her not so gently against the wall.

“What the fuck do you expect from me? What am I supposed to say after what happened? I apologized and that’s all I can do!”

Both of their breaths came out in rapid puffs and she felt utter embarrassment at the moistening happening in her thong. She took note of his legs touching hers and his crotch rubbing against her stomach. She could feel his cock hardening and to make matters worse she was starting to smell her own arousal. It didn’t help that her legs were pressed open on either side of his. She prayed he wasn’t able to tell that she was turned on. She watched his eyes close and him take a deep breath. His eyes opened and there was that same grin from earlier today. She couldn’t help the nervousness that swallowed her. She licked her lips and took note that her breath came faster beyond her control.

“Or maybe I should take you into this bathroom and do a repeat of earlier today? Have you on your knees sucking my cock again. Or maybe fuck you senseless sense I can smell you now. Would you like that you little brat.”

He placed both of her wrists in one hand while the other snaked down her body. He roughly began to massage one of her breasts tweaking her hard nipple. She let out an involuntary moan and began trying to pull away.

“If you want to nag and badger me about what happened earlier that’s fine but just know it’s going to take more then head to get me to even remotely listen.”

She roughly snatched her arms out of his grasp.

“Fine! You’re right, there’s nothing you can do. If I never see you again it will be a blessing.”

She pulled away from him and made her way back downstairs forgetting what she came upstairs for. He wanted to kick himself. And why the fuck was he still watching her ass as it sashayed away from him? He roughly ran a hand through his hair and waited a bit for his anger and dick to get in control. He made his way downstairs as everyone held glasses up to a toast the chief’s wife was making. It finished and everyone erupted in cheers. He spotted Gary and Will talking to three smoking hot women and made his way over.

Now that he was assured the little brat wasn’t opening her mouth he felt himself relax more. He was able to slide into the conversation easily and was happy to see the blonde out of the group favored him. She smiled coyly and began flirting with him. He felt a familiar feeling of being watched and looked up and to the side. He was greeted with a scowl from Leona across the room. She looked away and went back to escort güngören her conversation with a young black guy who seemed her age. He had his arm lazily on her waist and Gianni wanted so badly to go over and break it off. He shook off the feeling and went back to the blonde who didn’t hold a candle to Leona’s cuteness.

***

Leona was happy to see guests clearing out. It was nearing two in the morning and she wanted so badly to go to sleep. Gary, Will, and Gianni left a few minutes ago with the trio of women she knew to be secretaries from her stepmom’s office. She couldn’t identify the feeling she had from watching the blonde hang on Gianni’s arm. Jealousy? Hell no, she couldn’t stand his ass let alone care enough to give any fucks on who he decided to bed. She felt a tap on her shoulder and turned to see her mom.

“Go on to bed sweetheart. I know you’re tired.”

“Kay, night mom.”

She made her way upstairs and into her room. She stripped and threw on an oversized shirt. Once in her bed she couldn’t help thinking on the events that occurred today. Prenelli was still heavily on her mind and she wanted to be angry but couldn’t help the arousal that engulfed her. Bad Leona. Get his ass off of your mind! She pretended to count sheep a trick her biological mom taught her that put her to sleep fast. She couldn’t help dreaming of icy eyes that left her breathless.

***

Gianni angrily punched the punching bag in the gym of the police precinct. As he listened to the conversation that took place he made sure to remain silent in fear he would say something ugly.

“Man Gary I saw you over there trying to cop a feel on the Chief’s daughter!”

“Hell yeah! I saw him giving her that player drawl. You better watch out them young ones will get your ass.”

“Hey, hey don’t start that bull. Chief is already on my ass about some documents I misplaced. I’m not trying to have him fuck me up over his daughter.”

“Come on man. In all honesty you can’t say you wouldn’t hit that.”

Gianni’s hits became harder on the bag rattling the chains that held the bag from the ceiling. His teeth were gritted as he tried to shut out the conversation.

“Alright, alright. If she was a tad bit older and wasn’t the Chief’s baby girl…then hell yeah I’d hit that!”

Everyone’s whooping and hollering went silent as Gianni’s final hit sent the punching bag to the floor. He was breathing heavily and glared over at the four men. Will sat silent tying his shoes.

“What’s got you all frustrated man?”

“Nothing.”

He picked up the bag thankful that the conversation took on a dramatic change.

“But did you see that blonde last night with Gianni here! Man that bitch had knockers till Tuesday. Please tell me you hit that?”

Gianni grinned and shook his head in the negative. He couldn’t bring himself to fuck her. Not when he’d just had his cock in Leona’s mouth.

“What? Why the fuck not man! The things I could do to that ass!”

Gianni laughed at the older man who happened to be Will’s cousin. Will scowled in his direction.

“How about you focus on the wife you have at home and not some slut from a party?”

Everyone oohhed liked they were in elementary school at the shot Will took at his cousin Jerry. Jerry mumbled and left to the locker room. Everyone idly talked about the party then ventured on to sports. Soon the gym cleared out leaving only Will and Gianni.

“So what’s got your panties in a bunch? You’ve been tense since the party.”

“Nothing just a lot on my mind.”

“Well talking about it sometimes helps.”

Gianni glanced over at Will. He was closest to Will having known him the longest and Will used to date his older sister. Will knew most of his secrets and problems but he couldn’t bring himself to tell him about Leona. Will was like a brother from another mother. Sometimes people mistook them as such even with Will being a beach blonde with warm brown eyes. They both had a similar chill aura. At least they did until Gianni ran into the bratty Leona.

“Nothing much to talk about.”

Will grunted knowingly and went back to his jog on the treadmill. Gianni made his way to the locker room trying to focus on today’s events. He had a lot planned for the day and his nerves were on edge because the Chief wanted to see him in a meeting today. He prayed that it had nothing to do with his daughter. He knew today was going to be nothing but nerves.

***

As Gianni waited outside of the Chief’s office he couldn’t help the sweating of his palms and rapid beating of his heart. The door opened and the Chief stood in front of him with a stern look. He gulped.

“Come in Prenelli.”

Gianni followed him inside and couldn’t help the dread that filled him. He sat across the Chief’s desk and waited for him to start talking. The chief broke out into a large grin and Gianni visibly relaxed.

“You look constipated Prenelli.”

They both shared a laugh and Gianni felt a hell of a lot better that Chief escort beyoğlu was in a joking mood.

“Prenelli I know it comes as no surprise to you that you have been under heavy investigation.”

Gianni nodded. He knew that with him sharing the last name of his father who was an active participant with the mob it was no secret that he was not trusted when he first came onto the force. He went under rigorous questioning and lie detector tests until finally he was deemed not a spy. His family could not believe his switch to the opposite side and officers questioned where his loyalty laid constantly. He knew one day the paths would cross and he would have to make a hard decision.

“Well you have been deemed fit for the force. All evidence shows that you are not an infiltrator and I can’t say I’m surprised. I’ve been a great judge of character since I joined the force and I trusted you from the start.”

“Thank you sir. You don’t know how much those words mean to me.”

“You’re welcome. You’re a fine gentlemen and I know it’s very hard to choose the law and lives of others over family. I am impressed by your will. I’m happy to tell you you’re getting a pay raise and a position review. Be expecting a new title soon.”

“Th-Thank you Chief.”

“There’s a case coming up soon that I would like you to be on. It does involve your family and you may see your loyalties tested and decisions will have to be made. Do you think you can manage?”

“Yes sir.”

The chief nodded his head in approval and then dismissed him. The pride he felt at that moment couldn’t be masked. Not even the thought of Leona dimmed it. He felt accomplished. He wanted so badly to call his mother but didn’t want to push his luck. As far as the men in his life went they did not speak but his mother and sisters always kept in contact with him.

He was happy he would get to share the news with them.

***

Leona stood outside the nightclub that her friends dragged her to. It was the start of their summer and the girls would be doing anything they could think of before they all parted ways for the summer. It was a 21 and up club and since the girls had money they were able to buy the best fake IDs money could buy. They got to the front of the line and the bouncer glanced at their cards and ushered them inside.

Leona made her way directly to the bar needing a little liquid courage for the night. She was dressed very cutely with a form fitting red high-waist skirt and short black shirt that stopped right under her breasts. Her hair was as curly and wild as ever and black stilettos donned her feet. Her friends Dana and Erica both wore form hugging dresses. Dana’s dress was a midnight blue and complimented her tall model frame. She had long platinum blonde hair, a cute button nose, and full lips thanks to injections. Erica was short and petite. Her dress was green and her heels made her Leona’s height. She was a brunette with warm brown eyes and a cute smile.

The three girls looked good and received many appreciative glances from onlookers. After taking a few shots they made their way to the dance floor and began their night of fun.

***

Gianni was on night duty and would be clocking out soon. He patrolled the downtown area lazily looking for any disturbances on this Saturday night. He was itching for anything to happen having had a boring day of routine traffic stops.

As he turned on 7th street he could hear the booming music from a club he and the boys frequented. He scoped out the people as he glanced at the clock knowing most of the patrons would be leaving for the night. Parking he made sure to be on the lookout for any too drunk to drive. As he sat watching his mind drifted to a week ago. He hadn’t thought about Leona much but when he did it brought on a slight headache.

As if his thoughts conjured her up he sat up abruptly when he saw her tumble out of the club laughing with her friends. They were all being ushered out by three dudes to God knows where. Without a second thought he hopped out of his car. Anger welled up inside of him as he watched one of the guys cop a feel on Leona’s plump ass in her skirt. He caught up to them quickly and stood in front of the group. Everyone stopped and he could see fear on all the girls’ faces except one.

“If I were you three I’d get the hell out of here.”

The men hurriedly left not trying to get arrested over pieces of ass. Leona had a look of utter rage on her face while her two friends looked on the verge of tears.

“What are you three doing at a 21 and up establishment? If I’m not mistaken you all are fresh out of high school.”

“Listen Prenelli—”

“Not a word from you Ms. Crawford.”

Gianni cut his eyes at Leona who immediately shut up.

“Into my car. Now.”

They trudged over to his car and got inside. Everyone was silent.

“Give me your addresses. I’m taking you home.”

After the two girls gave him their addresses they drove in tense silence. He looked in his rearview at the pissed off Leona. He couldn’t lie and say she didn’t look fucking sexy. It pissed him off at what the men from earlier possibly could have been thinking about and God knows what they would have been doing if he wasn’t there. He looked back to the road and felt his hands tighten on the steering wheel. He dropped the two girls off first then proceeded to make his way to the Chief’s house.

Loving it in Soho

It was six months almost to the day, Dee returned to London for her debut as a star of Vic’s feature film, “Loving It in Soho”.

She said goodbye to her daughter, Melissa. Lisa came over with her.

“I love this town!” Dee said when she cleared customs at Heathrow. After they got in the limo, Vic gave her and Lisa a hit of molly and lit a joint.

“The opening will be next week,” Vic said. “The media has seen it or parts of it. By the way, you really connected with Lord Howard, and the buzz is that the critics loved your role,” he added.

“That’s great!” Dee squealed.

“At all times, we must stay in character for this picture. You will be giving interviews for the next two weeks. So stay in character!” Vic said. It was a command.

***

She was disappointed in her cramped hotel room.

“You are beginning to be a bitchy star?” Lisa asked jokingly. They laughed together.

“Picture me a star and riding around in a limo!” she squealed. She flung open the doors to the balcony overlooking the square and stepped outside. Dee extended her arms wide, threw her head back, and whirled around.

“Watch it, girl! I don’t want you to fall from the seventeenth floor window on your first day in London,” Lisa said grinning.

“I’m so excited. I can’t believe it!”

“You can believe it, Dee! You look so excited! Tell me, how did you connect with Lord Harold?”

“I have a confession to make, Lisa. I fell in love with Harold … er … uh … Lord Harold,” Dee gushed.

“Did he fuck you?”

“No the scene was simulated sex. We were nude. He got an enormous erection. I wanted him to fuck me so bad. It just didn’t happen,” Dee said.

“What about off the set?” Lisa asked.

“No! I wanted to fuck him. Our minds connected. I wanted many times to rush to him and throw my arms around him, but he was too much into the role,” Dee confessed.

“Oh! I’m sorry, Dee,” Lisa said.

“That’s all right, Lisa. I have Vic,” Dee said.

She stepped out of the balcony.

“Look! I can see Piccadilly! Let’s walk down and explore!”

“OK!” Lisa said.

Dee put on two-tone blue and green eye shadow, dark eye liner, and long false eye lashes. She applied makeup to give her a post-orgasmic glow. She slipped on a skirt that fit tight on her hips. The hemline left a little bit of her cunt showing. Then she put on a sexy camisole that displayed her breasts and her sensual areolas and nipple jewelry.

Lisa chose a blue empire dress that left her shoulders bare and gathered below her bust. Then it flowed loosely to about an inch below her shaved, bleached cunt. The hemline was asymmetrical.

Both women put on their sexiest high-heel shoes.

Together, Dee and Lisa took a cab to Piccadilly Circus and stood under the statue of Eros, the god of love. They paused there and walked on to London’s red light district. Dee blew kisses at the prostitutes standing in the ground-level bay windows.

“What would it be like to do that?” Dee asked.

“You want to be escort halkalı a window whore?” Lisa laughed.

“Sure I would! Why not?” Dee screeched.

Then they went to The French House pub for a brew.

“Someone told me that Brixton had the best black pubs,” Lisa told Dee on the way back.

“We’ve got to try it,” Dee giggled.

“Where’ve you been?” Vic was waiting in the lobby. Dee and Lisa just grinned at one another.

That night Vic slept between Lisa and Dee. They had stroked his cock and sucked him until they all fell asleep.

***

The next day the cast assembled for a morning brunch. Dee searched the crowd with her eyes for Lord Harold. He wasn’t there. After a series of interviews and a red carpet photo shoot, Dee saw him. He seemed not to notice her. That upset Dee a little bit.

Lord Harold was a tall, muscular black man of 32 and weighed 210 pounds. Dee had seen his washboard abs and muscular shoulders. She had only seen his maleness when he wore a skimpy string thong.

Then someone brought Lord Harold up for a photo shoot with Dee on the red carpet. She became giddy and playful around see him. They turned and smiled as the cameras flashed. He kissed her on the cheek. She kissed him back on the lips. They sat down with the reporters and talked about the movie.

“The word is that you two were turned on for your sex scene. Is this true?” one interviewer asked.

“I can answer that,” Dee said. “I got turned on to Lord Harold during the filming. By the time, that scene was shot, I was in love with him,” she added.

“Are you saying that it was real sex?” another interviewer asked.

“Well … you can say that! It certainly was for me,” Dee squealed.

“What about you?” a woman interviewer asked Lord Harold.

“I have to confess,” Lord Harold began, “that Dee has a very captivating personality, and I …”

Dee interrupted him, “Let me say that he captivated me! That scene was the pinnacle!”

“Then you are saying that that scene was not simulated?” the woman asked again.

“That’s right. It was beyond simulation. It was cerebral. It was sensual beyond the physical,” Lord Harold confessed.

Dee was shocked and proud. She felt that he was as turned on as she had been. Dee derived pleasure from giving pleasure. Now she knew. “Why didn’t she tell him how she felt!” she scolded herself in her mind. A shockwave shot through her body like an electrical bolt. It was an orgasm. It took her breath away. “Perhaps I am too submissive to tell him how I really felt,” she thought.

The interviewer turned to the camera and said, “There you have it. The stars of ‘Loving it in Soho’ have confessed that their scene was real sex!”

Dee blushed. Lord Harold took her hand. She turned to him and blew him a kiss. At that moment a photographer captured the kiss. He leaned toward Dee and the two kissed passionately before the flashing strobes and video cameras rolling.

Lord Harold was holding Dee’s little hand as they walked escort sefaköy off the set for the next interviews. As they rounded the curtain, Lord Harold threw his arms around Dee and began kissing her. She parted her lips to allow his tongue to snake inside. Her mouth was wet and hot as they tongues played a love game.

A photographer, who peeked around the corner, snapped a shot with Lord Harold’s tongue in Dee’s mouth. That image made the morning entertainment pages and the entertainment talk shows. The headline read: “They were having sex on screen!”

Dee was exhausted after a day of interviews, but when Lord Harold invited her up to his hotel room, she gladly accepted.

***

Dee burst in the door of her hotel room the next morning. Lisa was dressing for the day’s publicity tour.

“Where did you go?” Lisa asked. Actually Lisa knew Dee spent the night with Lord Harold, but she wanted to know how night went.

“It was dreamy, Lisa. The moment he closed the door, we began making love,” Dee said almost swooning.

“Was it anything like the kiss that they are showing on TV?” Lisa asked.

“What are they showing?” Dee asked.

“They are showing Lord Harold with his tongue in your mouth! He was face fucking you!” Lisa said. “Dee, you are so FUCKING HOT!”

“I know someone took a picture. I didn’t see anything,” Dee blushed.

“Anyway, what happened? Tell me!” Lisa pleaded.

“I went down and sucked his cock, but that was in his hotel room,” Dee began.

“What was it like? Oh my! Tell me!” Lisa pleaded.

“He was 11 inches of black pleasure. I put my hand around his shaft and cupped his nut sack with my left hand. Then I put my mouth on his cock and sucked,” Dee said coyly.

“Come on, sweetie!”

“He put me on my back and let my head hang off …”

“Yes! Go on!”

“His cock fit inside my throat very nicely. His pre-cum was delicious!”

“Were there lots of it?”

“Oh! Yes!”

“Then …”

“We put me in a doggie and entered me…”

“Anal?”

“Not at first. He fucked me until I came.”

“How did THAT feel?”

“Oh, Lisa! It was so pleasurable! My body just floated in the air. I was like … We were all alone in our own universe! He held me until I stopped trembling. Then he put his cock on my rosebud and pushed.”

“Oh my gawd, Dee!”

“Yes! He was enormous! He stretched my anus to the max. I felt his balls slapping my ass as he stroked in and out! Then I came again!”

Lisa began stroking her clit.

“How do you feel?”

“I think I am in love! I want to be Lord Harold’s woman. I want to please him and be submissive to his every wish.”

“I heard he likes to tie his women up.”

“You know me, Lisa. I love to be tied up!”

“True!” Lisa said.

They dressed for the day’s publicity tour.

By midday, Vic called her cell phone.

“Hello?”

“Listen, Dee… can anyone hear you? I want this conversation to be private,” Vic said. He voice escort atakent sounded frantic.

“It’s OK,” Dee said.

“We are going to re-shoot parts of your love scene with Lord Harold. It will only be the nude part. We want to show real sex. Do you think you can do it on this short notice? If we can print it now, then we can get those scenes into a ‘director’s cut’,” Vic said.

After the day’s tour, Dee and her new master were driven to a warehouse on London’s South Bank. When she got there, a makeup girl freshened her up.

“No wardrobe for this scene,” Vic said. “I want Lord Harold on top. We are only going to take a scene of him guiding his cock into your cunt. You get that Dee? Do you need to rehearse?”

“No!” Dee squealed. She was excited.

“How about you, Lord Harold? Do you need rehearse?” Vic asked.

“No!” he said.

The two lovers laid down on the bed that was similar to the original scene. Dee laid down and spread her legs.

“Move your leg so the camera can catch the action. OK! That’s it!” Vic said. “Ok! Action!” The camera began to roll.

She took his manhood and directed it to the center of her love. Lord Harold pushed. Dee gasped as has her lover’s cock slid in balls deep. He began and sensual in and out. Dee closed her eyes and imagined herself floating in her own private universe. She was beginning to orgasm. She lost track of time. Then she felt her emotions begin to build. It went through her like a lightning bolt – a deep sensual orgasm.

Lord Harold’s ass tightened as he felt her body tremble. He lost it. He pushed all the way to his sword hilt and erupted! Gobs of hot ropy cum splashed against Dee’s cunt walls.

“Cut!” Vic shouted.

Lord Harold began kissing Dee. Her body continued to tremble and writhe.

“Cut!”

Dee’s mouth open to accept Lord Harold’s tongue and lips. Their lips were seared together in loving heat.

“Cut! That’s all! The scene is over!”

Lord Harold had regained his composure and his cock began to stiffen. He withdrew part way from Dee’s love channel. Then he pushed back in. Dee felt a creampie frothing up around his shaft. In and out his cock plunged and withdrew. Dee’s hips were working in rhythm with her master’s body. They lips were massaging each other.

“Cut! That’s all folks! OK! Turn out the lights! Let’s print it!”

Dee felt Lord Harold’s power for another hour. She had four more orgasms before they collapsed in exhaustion.

***

The next morning, Lisa was dressing when she started giggling.

“What’s wrong, Lisa?” Dee asked.

“Did you hear Vic when he said ‘Cut’?”

“No! When did he say it?”

“It was at the end of the scene when Lord Harold came in you.”

“I didn’t hear it,” Dee said.

“Then you didn’t hear Vic shout it again?”

“No.”

“Then you didn’t hear him say ‘That’s all Folks’,” Lisa said grinning.

“No! Did he say that?” Dee giggled.

“Yes! He said … Cut … That’s all folks. Then I started laughing!” Lisa said.

The two girls began laughing.

“Hey! Listen,” Lisa said, “I went to a hot pub in Brixton last night. It was full of black English gentleman ….”

“While you and Lord Harold were making out, I went to the pub. I met a very nice black gentleman. You know what, Dee?” Lisa asked.

“No! What?” Dee said.

“We fucked all night!” Lisa said.

Dawn could barely comb her long blonde hair as she stood naked in front of the full length mirror. Her hands had been shaking ever since she woke up early that morning to say goodbye to her husband Richard.

Her husband would be traveling out of town on business the next three weeks which would give her plenty of time to replace the money she had lost from their bank account.

She had gone to Las Vegas with her friend Lucy last month and lost more than five thousand dollars at the tables. Richard would kill her if he knew that she used the money they had been saving for a new house.

Her good friend Lucy hadn’t done much better and lost more than three thousand dollars. She knew that Lucy’s husband would be more understanding than Richard but neither wife was willing to take that chance.

Lucy got this crazy idea about making a little “fast money.” Lucy knew somebody down at one of the night clubs in Miami that offered them a job.

Dawn turned herself around in front of the mirror and checked out the back of her thighs than faced the mirror and rubbed the palm of her hand in her neatly trimmed blonde muff.

She decided to wear a matching black bra and panties and topped those of with a pair of black shorts and a black top with a plunging neckline. Dawn wanted to appear sexy but not trashy.

She slipped on a black pair of heels and began applying her makeup. Lucy hadn’t told her very much about the work but said they would be entertaining very high end clienteles. Dawn didn’t mind accompanying people while they were in town but worried about being seen in public by her friends or family.

Lucy told her to dress sexy and attractive and just act natural and not to be too nervous. Easily said than done.

Dawn was still very attractive at thirty-two and worked as a model when she got out of high school for a few years. She was 5’7″ with a slim waist, nice hips that flared out and a 36C bust size. She was a natural blonde just like Lucy who was about the same size as her only three years younger.

Dawn got married to Richard right out of high school, he worked selling software to large firms and traveled a lot. Lucy’s husband also traveled much of the time so the two wives spent much of their time together.

Lucy was similar in size and appearance and was a natural blonde and kept it down to her waist just the way she wore it in high school.

They wives would drive together for their interview with their new boss and although they weren’t officially hired, Lucy assured Dawn that this guy needed women just like them to work. The guy they were going to meet was named Shawn and he preferred to work with married women.

Dawn was trembling and could hardly find her house keys as she fumbled in her purse until she finally found them at the bottom. Lucy lived next door which was convenient for Dawn as she closed and locked the door and walked over to Lucy’s.

They were supposed to be picked up by a limo any moment and as she walked near the front door of Lucy’s house, a large black limo pulled into the driveway behind her. Lucy had just finished locking her front door and turned and smiled at Dawn as they walked together toward the limo.

Dawn was surprised to see that Lucy had chosen similar clothing to wear except her top was green.

The driver was a young blonde woman about Lucy’s age and appeared to be married as well because Dawn noticed a large diamond ring on her left hand. The drive to downtown Miami was relatively quit. Dawn was too nervous to ask a bunch of questions, and they thought the limo driver was listening to their conversation so they remained quit during the ride there.

It took about an hour to reach their destination as the limo pulled into a parking garage of a tall high rise building. They were escorted to the elevator which took them to the eleventh floor of the building which happened to be the pent house suite.

When they reached the pent house, another woman greeted them and told them that Shawn would see them in a few minutes. They filled out a bunch of forms which looked like application’s for employment except went into much for intimate detail about their personal lives.

Lucy was called to see Shawn first leaving Dawn sitting nervously in the reception area. It wasn’t until more than an hour before Dawn was called to see Shawn. Dawn saw Lucy briefly walking down a hallway and going into another room with the limo driver.

Dawn wanted to speak to her before she saw Shawn wondering what he was going to say but she didn’t get the chance.

Dawn walked into a large room that resembled a bedroom rather than an office. She saw a blonde haired man sitting on the other side of the bed smiling at her as she walked into the room.

The man stood extending his hand to Dawn saying, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Dawn nervously took his hand and Shawn motioned for her to sit on the edge of the bed. The bed was high so Dawn had to sit with her heels dangling over the side. Shawn scooted his chair escort bağcılar forward until he was only inches away from Dawns legs. He was holding a clipboard and began looking over the documents she filled out while she waited to see him.

Shawn kept looking at Dawn’s legs and extended his hand out and rubbed the palm of his hand along her skin causing Dawn to become nervous.

Shawn wrote something down on his pad of paper and looked at Dawn and said, “How long have you been married?”

Dawn nervously replied, “We got married about three years after I graduated high school so it will be going on nine years now.”

Shawn wrote in his pad again and without looking up at her asked, “You never had any flings or affairs or been intimate with any other man in all those years?”

Dawn acted very surprised at his questions and quickly replied, “No . . . I . . . Never cheated on my husband.”

Shawn kept writing in his pad than asked, “You’re a natural blonde and have you ever had a breast augmentation?”

Dawn swallowed hard hesitantly replying, “Yes. I’m a natural blonde and my breasts are natural.”

Shawn looked at her breast area as soon as she completed her sentence than said, “Can you pull your top off for me and let me have a look for myself?”

Dawn looked at Shawn in disbelief saying, “Shawn. I’m a married woman and I don’t think I should be showing you my body like this.”

Shawn slapped his pen down on the pad looking at Dawn as he said, “Dawn. You applied to work for me as a special escort. Your going to be accompanying very special clients for me that only expect the best and I need to be able to tell my clients everything I know about you before I send you out with them. Now. Please take off your top and let me have a look at them.”

Dawn nervously asked, “Did Lucy have to remove her top for you during the interview?”

Shawn shook his head saying, “If it will make you feel any better. Yes. Lucy allowed me to see her breasts.”

Dawn felt slightly better knowing that he had asked Lucy to d the same thing and hesitantly began lifting her top over her head. Her long blonde hair got tangled in the material as it totally slipped off her shoulders.

Dawn almost went into shock when Shawn reached out and gave them a gentle squeeze through her thin black bra but realized that he must be checking to see if they were natural as she had told him.

Shawn went back writing in his pad again than without looking up said, “Dawn. Lay back on the bed for me and pull off your shorts for me.”

Dawn didn’t respond fast enough as Shawn looked up at her saying, “Yes, your friend Lucy took her shorts off for me as well so please remove them for me.”

Dawn knew he was getting frustrated with her as she laid back on the bed and lifted her legs and unbuckled the shorts and slipped them off over her heels and tossed them with the top. She laid their looking at him write in the pad as if he were inspecting a car or something.

Shawn asked his next questions, “Can you tell me if you shave between your legs or do you just trim the hair around your mound?”

Dawn closed her eyes and answered his question, “I only trim my hair.”

“You’re not on the pill?”

“No.”

“Never had any children or breast feed?”

“No.”

“Do you consider yourself knowledgeable when it comes to having sex and do you enjoy sex?”

Dawn hesitantly and slowly replied to those questions saying, “Yes. I consider myself a good sexual partner with my husband and I enjoy having sex with him.”

“Do you swallow?”

“I beg your pardon.”

“Do you swallow his cum?”

Dawn sat on the bed as stiff as a mannequin because she was unsure on how to answer Shaw’s question. Shawn looked up from his clip board and asked Dawn again, “Do you swallow?”

Dawn’s voice could barely be heard as she faintly responded, “No.”

Shawn stopped to look at her for a moment, tapping his pen on the pad. Sawn looked very embarrassed as he kept starring at her.

Shawn leaned forward as he slapped the pen down on the pad of paper saying, “Dawn. Our clients expect only the best when they come to me. I’m going to be sending you over to the next room where the nurse will take a few tests.”

He took a deep breath as he glanced at his pad again, “I’m going to be sending you out tomorrow tonight with one of our special clients. He is a regular customer of mine and I’ll let him know that you’re new. You’ll be paid one thousand dollars a night.”

Dawn wanted to ask him a few questions about being an escort but he quickly got up from his chair saying, “You can put your clothes back on and go out the door and down the hallway to the first door on the left.”

Dawn tried to get his attention but Shawn disappeared out the door before she had a chance to ask him anything.

She quickly got dressed and walked to the room that Shawn had mentioned where a woman was waiting for her. She had Dawn strip escort merter naked and took a couple blood samples and checked out her pubic area as well as her teeth.

The woman asked Dawn a few questions concerning her health and mentioned that their doctor would be prescribing a prescription of birth control pills for her that afternoon and told Dawn she wanted her to start taking them immediately.

Dawn asked, “Where is Lucy?”

The woman responded, “She is getting fitted on the first floor for her wardrobe where we will be sending you in a few minutes.”

The woman finished her questions and her exam and told Dawn that she could get dressed and gave her directions to go down to the first floor and join Lucy so she too could be fitted for new clothing.

When Dawn got down to the first floor, there was a boutique tucked away in the corner of the building that sold just about everything for women, accessory’s, shoes, dresses and intimate attire.

She saw Lucy in one of the fitting rooms working with a sales person but she was quickly taken to another room where a sales person helped her. They selected several pairs of high heels, dresses and a selection of intimate wear as well.

The dresses either were tight, very short or designed to show as much cleavage as possible. The articles were loaded into the limo and the two wives were taken back home.

They were told that an instructor would visit them that evening and would give them the training they would need to begin working the next evening.

The wives were afraid of the limo driver listening into their conversation again so they didn’t discuss anything until they got back home. They unloaded their clothing and decided to meet at Dawn’s house to discuss what had gone on during their interview.

Dawn couldn’t wait until Lucy got there and when she did Dawn began nervously shouting, “Lucy. What are we going to do? I think this guy expects us to do more with these guys than just go out on a date.”

Lucy was pacing the floor not saying a word until she finally opened her purse and took out a huge wad of cash. Lucy gave Dawn half the stack of money which was marked five thousand dollars.

Lucy finally replied to Dawn saying, “I told Shawn about the predicament we got ourselves into and he agreed to give us an advance on our pay, provided we start work for him tomorrow night.”

Dawn fumbled with the cash with mixed thoughts knowing very well that she now owed this guy a lot of money.

Dawn couldn’t help thinking about those questions again that Shawn had asked her during the interview as she said. “Lucy. Are we supposed to work as a whore for this guy? What if Richard ever finds out about this? I can’t do this. We’re going to have to give the money back and find another way.”

Lucy tried to reassure Dawn saying, “All we have to do is go on a few dates with a couple guys we don’t even know. Chances are these guys are only going to want us to attend a party or something with them. Why don’t we just give it a try and see how it goes and if something turns up that we don’t agree on that we can quit?”

Dawn walked nervously in circles than blurted out, “What about the dam birth control pills they want us to start taking? You know they are going to expect us to screw these guys. What kind of party’s do you think these guys are going to want to take us to?”

Lucy’s face showed as much reluctance as Dawn’s but she tried to reason with her friend and said, “Dawn. Just take the pills as a precaution and as soon as we get the money paid back than we’ll call Shawn and let him know that we have to quit. It’s only five nights and all we have to do is play along.”

Dawn was very curious to what Lucy meant and asked, “Tell me what you have in mind for us to do on these dates?”

Lucy replied, “We’ll just have to play along and go out with the men and try to keep our distance. I think you’re experienced enough to keep a guy from taking advantage of you, aren’t you?”

Dawn stood thinking about Lucy’s idea saying, “It might not be that bad if we can tolerate this for five nights. You have to promise me that you’ll call Shawn as soon as we get this money paid back to him. I don’t want to do this any longer than we have to.”

Lucy assured Dawn that they would quit as soon as the money was paid back to Shawn. That evening, they were expecting someone to come out and give them a little training and maybe they would tell them how to handle someone that was demanding sex from them and give them advice on how to handle that sort of situation.

The wives were waiting for their trainer to arrive that evening, Richard had called and Dawn assured him that everything was fine. Lucy had spoken to her husband as well and he had told her he would be gone three more days than expected which would give Lucy all the time she would need to pay back the money.

Someone was knocking on the door and when Dawn went to the door to answer it, she was surprised escort fatih to see a tall slim black woman standing in the doorway.

The woman that Shawn had sent over for training them seemed to have grown up in a ruff neighborhood because of the way she spoke. She introduced herself as Sue.

She walked around the room starring at the two white wives than tossed her purse down on the sofa and said, “OK. I want both of you white bitches to strip down naked so I can have a look at you and see what I have to work with here.”

Lucy was about to reply about how rude she was being to them until Sue firmly said. “Strip.”

Lucy and Dawn just starred at each other as they began taking their clothes off and stood naked except for their panties as Cookie snapped at them again saying, “Dam. I mean every fucking thing.”

They slipped off the panties and stood there with angry expressions on their faces as Cookie sarcastically said. “The hair has to go! I want both of you to shave off those little blonde muffs before you show up to work tomorrow.”

They couldn’t get a word in as Sue added, “I want them white pussies shaved and I want them to be as smooth as silk. You married white bitches are all alike, trim the little muffin so your hubby will think I’m adorable.”

She laughed as if she were making fun of them and continued saying, “Your two are gonna be working girls now! You aren’t gonna be playing house and baking cookies and washing clothes. Your going to learn how to please a man and I don’t mean any old man.”

Dawn and Lucy began getting nervous and upset and were beginning to become afraid of this woman.

Sue walked in front of them starring at their tits than gave them a signal to turn around and watched them as they circled in front of her. She made another remark only this time gave them a compliment, “You both are fine looking white woman, nice tits, and all the other features our customers are looking for in a white woman.”

Sue laughed as she said, “Get those pussies shaved and I think we’ll be all right.”

Lucy hesitantly asked. “What sort of men will we be going out with on our dates?”

Sue gave out a loud laugh as if she were making fun of Lucy again saying, “Honey. Don’t you worry about a thing? These men are very discriminating customers and we don’t want to hear any complaints from our customers about one of our girls.”

Sue’s voice got more demanding, “Have you taken your birth control pills tonight yet?”

Both women were shaking their heads that they hadn’t taken them when Sue snapped back saying, “Go and take the dam pills now, what do you think we gave them for you anyway?”

Dawn and Lucy were intimidated into going out into the kitchen and taking the pills as Sue ordered. When they returned to the living room, they found Sue sitting on the sofa completely naked waiting for them.

The wives stood starring at her for a few seconds but Sue was very demanding of them saying, “Come here and sit down next to me and let me see what we have to work with.”

The wives reluctantly sat down on each side of Sue and waited while she looked back and forth between the two wives than said, “I think we’ll start with you.”

Sue was focusing in on Dawn as she got down on her knees and gently spread her legs apart and began licking Dawn’s thighs.

Sue stopped long enough to look over at Lucy and said, “Get down on the floor behind me and start licking my ass and pussy while I take care of Dawn.”

Lucy and Dawn’s eyes met as Lucy got down on the floor and starred at Sue’s black ass sticking out. She had never done anything with another woman and she was reluctant to start now until Sue yelled out at her saying. “Come on. Let me see what you can do to get me excited.”

Sue had Dawn’s legs further spread and was licking her way around her pussy and pulled the blonde wife further down on the sofa so she could have better access to her pussy slit.

Lucy was rubbing Sue’s ass now determined to take her time, she wasn’t into eating another woman’s pussy and hoped that maybe she could get out of it somehow.

Sue was working her tongue into Dawn’s pussy slit as she turned her hips making it more accessible for Lucy to get down between her legs. Lucy figured that she’d better do what was asked of her before this woman got violent or something and gently kissed Sue’s ass cheeks.

Dawn’s legs were laying on Sue’s shoulders now as Sue furiously worked on her pussy. Dawn’s eyes were closed and her head was leaning back into the cushion of the sofa and looked as if she was ready to cum.

Lucy began licking Sue’s pussy and tried not to think about what she was doing. This was the first time she actually smelled another woman’s gentiles and tried to focus on other thoughts as she finally dipped her tongue between Sue’s pussy folds.

Dawn was responding to Sue’s tongue and held the palms of her hands on Sue’s shoulders as she began pushing her pelvis up to meet Sue’s tongue in her pussy. Sue reached around and gently stroked Lucy’s hair and pulled her face deeper into her crotch.

Sue seemed to be very pleased that Dawn was responding to her tongue and was about to have an orgasm. Sue was squeezing Dawn’s tits as she worked her tongue on her clitoris. Dawn’s body was shaking and her breathing began to labor as she finally came.

“Alright, Doc, here goes nothing, I am butch, and proudly lesbian, and I’ve got submissive tendencies,” said Ramona “Ram” Gutierrez, and the six-foot-tall, short-haired, tattooed and muscular young Colombian-Canadian woman leaned back on the couch, and exhaled sharply. There was a hollow, almost haunted look in her chestnut eyes, and a hush fell over the small, neatly decorated psychiatrist’s office…

“Nothing wrong with having submissive desires, even if you’re a butch lesbian,” Dr. Mona Hersi replied, and the tall, attractive, Hijab-wearing, thirty-something, Somali-Canadian psychiatrist nodded empathically at her patient. For over a month now, she’d been treating Ramona Gutierrez, ever since the butch gal had a nervous breakdown at her job at the trucking company in the Train Yards area of Ottawa, Ontario.

Life hadn’t been kind to Ramona Gutierrez this year, not with losing her father Pablo Gutierrez and her former partner Leslie Jacobson leaving her for another woman. With her father gone, Ramona had become a pillar for the Gutierrez family to lean on. Her mother Anna Maria Gutierrez suffered from dementia. Her younger brother Antonio was dating a white chick named Becky whose redneck family did not approve of their relationship. And Antonio turned to his older sister Ramona for help.

Meanwhile, Ramona Gutierrez was hurting, and nobody knew about it because the strong Latina butch hid her feelings. That’s the problem with being a strong person whether you’re male or female, straight or gay. You are always there to help people and they assume you never need help because you’re not big on whining. Such is the case for Ramona Gutierrez, Colombian-born trucker and out and proud butch lesbian. Fortunately, Dr. Hersi was trying her best to help…

“You see, Doc, it’s not that simple, in the lesbian community, femmes and butches have well known and established roles, what I’m into, well, it doesn’t fly with my fellow butches or the femmes,” Ramona mused, and Dr. Hersi looked at her thoughtfully. Truth be told, she’d been surprised by Ramona’s admission of her submissive tendencies, and kind of thrilled. Now we’re getting somewhere, Dr. Hersi thought. The cracks in Ramona’s armor were beginning to escort aksaray show…

“Ramona, you are a person, first and foremost, before the labels of lesbian or butch or Latina or whatever, you are a human being, you must be true to yourself,” Dr. Hersi remarked, and Ramona sighed deeply. For a long moment, the attractive, strong-looking butch gal fell silent. Dr. Hersi wondered what was going on behind Ramona’s unconventionally attractive face, and figured that the butch gal would tell her soon enough…

“Doc, what I’m into, what I dream about, most of the femmes in the lesbian community can’t handle it, I fantasize about getting tied up and spanked, and led around the house naked on a leash, that’s too extreme for femmes, they’re used to being dominated by butches, not the other way around,” Ramona lamented, and she shook her head. I am never going to find a woman who accepts me for me, Ramona thought, anguished at her own dilemma.

“Ramona, my dear, you are strong and beautiful, and honest about your desires instead of hiding them behind the butch façade, heaven knows we need women like you,” Dr. Hersi said, and Ramona nodded thoughtfully. That’s when a light bulb went on in Ramona’s mind, so to speak, and the butch Latina looked at the curvy, Hijab-wearing Somali psychiatrist, and gasped in surprise. Did she hear the good doctor correctly?

“Doc, did I hear you correctly? You said ‘we’? I mean, are you gay?” Ramona asked, and a coy smile appeared on Dr. Hersi’s lovely face. The beautiful Somali-Canadian psychiatrist nodded, and Ramona stared at her, astonished. In the back of her mind, Ramona knew that lesbians and bisexual women were found in every race, every religion and every nationality. Hell, she’d fooled around with Rasta women from Jamaica, blonde-haired soccer moms from the suburbs, and everything in between. Still, never in her wildest dreams did Ramona ever imagine that she’d ever meet a Hijab-wearing lesbian from Somalia…

“Yes, Ramona, you heard correctly, I am a lesbian, and I’ve been out of the closet for six months, my parents are learning to deal with it but life is okay,” Dr. Mona Hersi said, and Ramona nodded, still escort şirinevler processing it all. She was still gawking when Dr. Hersi rose from her desk, and joined her on the couch for some reason. Ramona held her breath as the good doctor sat next to her, and suddenly, Dr. Hersi’s beautiful face was dangerously close to hers…

“Welcome to the club,” Ramona Gutierrez said timidly, and Dr. Mona Hersi smiled, and then took her face into her hands. As the butch gal’s heart went pitter-patter, the Somali psychiatrist drew closer, until their faces were an inch apart. That’s when they kissed. Doctor and patient kissed passionately, and it was a long time before they came up for air, so to speak. Ramona smiled shyly at Dr. Mona Hersi, who winked at her without fear or shame. From that moment on, their lives would never be the same…

“You can always be yourself around me,” Dr. Mona Hersi said to Ramona Gutierrez, and the tall butch Latin gal nodded sagely. Three days after that unforgettable session, the two of them were hanging around downtown Ottawa, doing a bit of shopping. Hand in hand, Mona and Ramona walked into Pleasures N Treasures on Rideau Street, one of Ottawa’s best-known adult video and toy stores.

“This is so hot,” Ramona said, and she impulsively kissed Mona, even while the adult video store clerk, a portly white woman, gawked. The clerk probably wasn’t used to seeing tall butch Latin women make out with attractive, dark-skinned Somali women wearing the Hijab. Ignoring her, Ramona and Mona took a look at various DVDs and toys, and then settled on a strap-on dildo, a few handcuffs, and some condoms. Mona paid for the items using her Royal Bank of Canada credit card, and then left the store, holding hands with a smiling Ramona. The two women got in Mona’s car, and drove to her lovely townhouse in the Ogilvie area of Ottawa.

“Hello gorgeous,” Mona Hersi said, as she joined Ramona in the shower. The tall butch gal feasted her eyes on the Somali beauty’s enchanting form. Five foot ten inches tall, curvy and sexy, with dark brown skin and long black hair which she almost always hid under her Hijab, Mona Hersi was frigging gorgeous. escort zeytinburnu And Ramona felt self-conscious standing in front of her. Smiling, Mona drew closer to Ramona and embraced her. Ramona kissed Mona, and giggled when the aggressive Somali femme grabbed her ass cheeks and gave them a squeeze.

“You’re so bossy, I like it,” Ramona whispered, as Mona continued to kiss her. The two of them caressed each other, and just like that, they began making love in the shower. Mona held Ramona against the wall, and sucked on her breasts while fingering her pussy. Ramona gasped as Mona’s fingers entered her wet, hairy mound, and she finally let go, and enjoyed what her feisty lover was doing to her.

“Oh babe, you have no idea,” Mona said, as she took Ramona by the hand, and led her to the bedroom. stark naked, their curvy bodies wet from the shower, the two women tumbled on the bed. Ramona lay there as Mona spread her thick thighs and ate her pussy. When Mona fingered her cunt and teased her clitoris with her tongue, Ramona squealed in delight, butch lesbian pride be damned. Mona grinned, knowing that she had Ramona where she wanted her…

“Fuck me,” Ramona pleaded, and Mona grinned, and donned her favorite toy, a shiny blue strap-on dildo. The two women looked at each other. Gone were the labels of butch lesbian and femme lesbian, Somali woman and Colombian woman. Only two women remained, and they were eager to make love. Ramona spread her thighs invitingly, and a smiling Mona pressed the dildo against her pussy. Bucking her hips while raising Ramona’s thick legs in the air, Mona began fucking her sexy butch lover.

“Ask and you shall receive,” Mona said, and she leaned into Ramona, who kissed her passionately. Mona thrust the dildo deep into Ramona’s cunt, and the sturdy butch woman moaned deeply, loving what her favorite bossy femme was doing to her. The two women took their time as they made love, and found new pathways to pleasure. At some point, Ramona found herself on all fours, as Mona fucked her vigorously, smacking her big ass while slamming the dildo into her. For hours the two of them went at it, until the forces of exhaustion finally claimed them…

“I’m glad I met you,” Ramona said, smiling, as she gathered Mona in her arms. Smiling, Mona kissed Ramona tenderly, and pulled the sheets over their sweaty, spent bodies. For the remainder of the evening, they made love, cooked, ate, watched television, and made love some more. To many more days like this one, Mona thought as she fell asleep in Ramona’s strong and loving arms.

This white male has found no better sex than with a black woman. In my early years I did not get much pussy of any color. Fornication usually consisted of a long shower with a bar of soap or the occasional foray to the local massage parlor or Nevada brothel. During the whore house visits I had women of various races and I found that intercourse with African Americans was superior. I also liked the body type, with curves in all the right places. I thought that if relations were this much better with a professional they must be great with someone who wanted to fuck me. Even though this was a long held ethnic stereotype, I had discovered a grain of truth.

I decided that I would try to find a black woman and started prowling websites. I eventually made contact with Judith. She described herself as Reubenesqe. There was something about the description that just felt right. We communicated by email, exchanged thoughts and fantasies, moved on to phone conversations and eventually started dating.

Judith had a medium dark skin tone, round face and was about five feet five inches tall. She was, at 46 F, very busty, which I really loved. Her ass was nothing special since the fat obscured her contours there. Even though I had never been that turned on by big girls, she intrigued me and after a few dates we started having sex. I found that a big girl could be quite a hot fuck and Judith fully met my expectations. She had never sucked a dick before, but since I had conveyed my preference for blow jobs, she tried it and immediately decided she liked it and became very skilled very soon. She did not like to use rough language, so she spoke of a penis, not a cock or having sex, not fucking. This was charming. She seemed prudish, but certainly was not.

We were having a low key evening at her place as we watched television and lounged on her bed. “I’m wearing my front hook bra,” Judith said coyly with a sexy smile. This was, of course, an invitation to play with her tits and I was more that willing to oblige. I unbuttoned her white blouse and pushed it aside which revealed massive cleavage that was bursting from her escort şişli bra. I feasted my eyes, because my enjoyment of cleavage was almost as great as that of the naked breast. I put my face in between her great boobs and kissed each of them. Her breathing became deeper as she pulled my head to her chest. Next, I unfastened the bra at the front. It was great fun, to look in her eyes and not struggle with back hooks. “What big, beautiful breasts these are,” I said. Her face brightened with this compliment. I kissed and licked one of her nipples.

“Don’t forget about this one,” Judith purred as she presented the other one to my mouth. We kissed and explored each other’s bodies with our hands. “Let’s get undressed,” Judith said and we tore off the rest of our clothes. We kissed some more with our legs entwined. I pulled away and reached for her pussy. Judith giggled and became prostrate on her stomach so that I did not have access to her honey pot. I lied on top of her and kissed and bit her neck, which I knew really excited her. As I attended to her neck I ground my hard cock into her soft ass. She moaned and polished my groin with her rump. This was very sensual. We had both our bodies totally involved in mutual pleasure. I got off her and reached between her legs from behind. I felt the quiver of the soft flesh of her upper thighs as she resisted my incursion. She surrendered, her legs opened and I dipped my fingers into her wet cunt. Judith sighed and bucked her hips as I moved my fingers in and around her.

I rolled onto my back. Judith climbed on top of me and pinned me to the bed with her legs. “Now I’m in control,” she declared. I made an attempt to extricate myself, but realized it was useless and submitted to her will. Satisfied that I was subdued, she took my dick in her mouth and did she ever control that cock sucking.. Judith gave me head just the way I liked it, as she ran her tongue along the backside of my prick, nice and slow. She lightly slid her teeth across my manhood, which drove me wild. My breath was heaving as she continued her ministrations.

She escort çapa released me from her mouth and asked, “What do you like most about it?”

“Mmmm, the sensuality,” I replied.

“That’s a good answer!”

Judith got off of me and reached for a condom. I have always deemed myself to have an average size penis, at least when erect, but when flaccid I appeared quite small. My dick was pointed to the ceiling and it looked awfully large. I thought that my state of sexual excitement had caused me to hallucinate. Just as I had this thought she said, “Sometimes it’s really small and sometimes it’s huge!” I have lived off this compliment and ego boost for years. Some of the pros I have fucked have told me I was big, but I figured that was because I was paying them. Judith’s comment was special.

Judith slipped the rubber on my, now officially, massive cock and got on all fours. I was the first to try to fuck her from behind, which she found embarrassing at first. It took about three attempts over several lovemaking sessions, but I finally found the entrance to her cunt and she gasped, called my name, told me how deep it was and how good it felt. Needless to say, this became her favorite position and no more embarrassment. I positioned my knees between her spread legs and put my dick against her slit. I slipped the head in and heard an audible intake of air from her. I continued my journey along her passage as she encouraged me with, “Yes, yes!”

I pumped her from behind. She in turn, backed up on me, with leverage provided by the contact of her hands and knees on the sheets. I grabbed the flesh of her ass and pulled her against me, “Oh, god, yes, yes it feels so good! Fuck me, fuck me,” she chanted. Since Judith did not normally use such language, to hear the word fuck out of her mouth for the first time, with my cock buried in her, was thrilling. And fuck her I did. The front of my thighs slapped the back of hers and my balls bounced off her as I continued to pound her pussy. With her face against the mattress she pulled some of the top escort bahçeşehir sheet up to her mouth and screamed. I felt my peak approaching and picked up the pace.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” I cried. My dick started to twitch and I felt my load discharge. I groaned her name and felt the quakes of orgasm. I kept my still hard cock deep within her. Eventually I slipped out, reposed next to her, took her in my arms and we tarried in post coital bliss. Later she got up, took the condom and went to the bathroom to clean up. She returned with a damp washcloth and laid it on my genitals for me to freshen up.

We reclined on the bed, watched TV and cuddled. After about half an hour she started to play with me and I engorged again. We kissed and caressed. She gave me head and soon I was in full stretch. I inserted my finger into her pussy and before long her hips were jerking as she whimpered. She propped herself on the bed, smiled at me and said, “I want it anally.”

My preference was to come in a woman’s pussy as opposed to her mouth or ass. But I was not about to deny my woman such a request. Judith went to the nightstand and got some lubricant and handed it to me. She got on all fours and I put some lube on my index finger and started to rub around her asshole. She swayed her booty back and forth and told me it felt good. I gradually inserted my finger into her rear. “Ohhh,” she murmured as I continued with one finger. Then I gave her two fingers, “Ah, ah, ah,” she grunted. I pulled my fingers out and put on a condom and moved the head of my dick up to her back door. “Go slowly,” she said. I gently pushed the head into her ass, past the sphincter and slipped completely in. “It’s OK when I relax back there, just go slowly for a while.” I complied and unhurriedly fucked her in the backside. “Uh, uh, uh,” she sounded as I did her butt. “Fuck my ass, fuck it, fuck it!” Judith demanded.

“Uh, uh, uh,” I snorted as I felt the uncontrollable onset of my orgasm. Soon I was coming again, moaning and groaning. I was spent. I pulled out and stretched out next to Judith. Subsequently she got up and took the condom to the bathroom. She came back dressed in a nightgown with a scoop neck that gave me a final view of her great cleavage. She retired next to me and I nuzzled between her magnificent breasts and drifted off to sleep, completely sated, and knew the old adage was true, “Once you go black, you never go back.”

THE END