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My name’s Tom, I am a manager at my Uncles factory, he is called George, aged 56. We make ladies underwear, lingerie, fun wear etc. My Uncle is basically - not a nice man, he takes great delight imposing his power upon others under him; he treats his work force (me included) like shit. Why stay working for him you might ask? I used to have my own business until things went bad, he bailed me out financially and now he holds the mortgage on my house, he owns the car I drive, and I am paying off money I borrowed from him. I dream that one day I will be able to break away, start my own business again but for now I need this job.
Late one Wednesday afternoon he called me into his office. He told me that he had two important buyers coming to see him on Friday, he was going to take them out for a ’softening up’ dinner, then he intended to show them some of the new range we were currently working on. These guys represented the largest wholesalers in the country, they already dealt with us but if they liked the new range it would be worth a lot of money.
He said he wanted someone to model the range, someone who, as he put it would ‘try their hardest to achieve a big order’, someone who he could trust, and someone who had a lot to lose if the order didn’t happen. He had lost me, why was he telling me all this, what did he want me to do, model the range myself? He must have seen the puzzled look on my face, “I want Julie to model the range,” he said.
Julie is my wife; we have been married for 6 years. She is 28, tall, blonde and up until we got married she used to be a fashion / photographic model, she has still got her gorgeous figure and her sexy looks. When we first met she told me of her past, there was a time when she was short of money and briefly turned to glamour work to earn a living, sometimes posing with other girls and men for hardcore photos, I have some of the XXX magazines she appeared in and although I have never told her, I find them to be a big turn on.
I tried to tell him that Julie does not do modelling work anymore and would not be keen to start again, he looked at me with anger in his eyes, “let me put it this way Tom, if Julie does not do what I want you’re finished here, on the other hand, if she does and we get that order you can forget about the debt you owe me”. He knew I had no option, if I left now I would be ruined, bankrupt. “I will ask her tonight, it will be her decision”, I said.
He was taking great pleasure out of this, “I need to know first thing tomorrow, oh, and one other thing Tom, I almost forgot to say, tell Julie the order will rest with her”. “What are you saying” I asked, “look Tom, if we treat those buyers right the order will be as good as ours and we all benefit, just tell Julie to be nice to them, pamper them a little, indulge in their whims”. I should have hit him there and then but he knew how far to push me, how much I would take, he was expecting me to ask my wife to model lingerie and underwear for a couple of guys and then if need be to offer herself to secure the order, “there is no way Julie will go for it” I said, “why can’t you get a regular agency model?”
“don’t worry Tom, I want you to join us for dinner, then you will be present at the showing, you will be able to see nothing gets out of hand, oh, before you go there’s one more thing Tom, I don’t want you letting on you are Julie’s husband”. Over dinner that night Julie sensed something was bothering me and asked me what it was, I explained about my meeting that afternoon with my Uncle and what he wanted her to do, she exploded, “that bastard, just who does he think he is? He has not got the right to treat people like this, especially you - his nephew”. I let her go for 5 minutes, she was a little calmer now, “the thing is Julie” I said, “I’ll be there with you and it is not like you haven’t modelled underwear before is it?”
“I know that Tom, that’s not what’s worrying me, I don’t mind about the modelling side, it could be fun to do it again, it’s the part where I might have to, as you put it ‘be nice to them’, just how nice were you thinking of? How far would I have to go to secure an order?
I tried to reassure her, “I’m sure we are both worrying for no reason, after all these guys are simply looking to place an order, I should think that if they are not happy with the product that will be the end to the evening and it would take a lot more than one very pretty girl to make them change their minds, probably all you will have to do is be pleasant, maybe at the worst you might be expected to ‘fool around’ a little, to put up with some of their sexual remarks, you know what I mean”. She didn’t want to do it but if it meant getting out of my Uncles debt and the fact that I would be there with her she said she would.
“There’s one more thing love, they are not to know that I am your husband, as far as they are concerned you are a model hired for the night, but if at any time you want to leave just tell me and we will be gone”. I couldn’t tell her that in truth I was getting turned on with the thought of her parading around in front of four men who were probably thinking of one thing - SEX! When I left home Friday morning Julie and I had made all the necessary plans, there was a suite booked at a hotel in town, she was to make her way there early afternoon, and get ready. All the garments would be delivered to her there, then after dinner George, myself and the other two guys would arrive for the showing. Over dinner George was very free with the booze and by the time the meal had finished we were all a little plastered, when we reached the suite there was no sign of Julie, I looked in the bedroom and found her, she looked fabulous, her hair was styled in a very sexy way and make up was expertly applied, I asked her if she was ok, she said she was a little nervous and that she had drunk quite a few vodka’s over the past couple of hours. She then surprised me by saying how horny she felt with the thought of wearing such revealing clothes in front of strangers, when I said that I wasn’t a stranger she replied “tonight I don’t know you or George, you have made that clear, I am simply a girl who has been paid to model and to flirt with the four of you”, she gave me a sexy look and continued to get ready. She had a list of the garments she had to wear and in what order, I returned to the others and sat down. About 5 minutes later she came out, the first items were party dresses and evening wear, the dresses were all skimpy and revealing, most were very low cut and only just contained her tits, her hard, pointed nipples clearly visible through the thin material, some of them so short and with slits at the sides, the tops of her stockings were easily seen.
During her changes the talk mainly consisted of what they would like to do to ‘her’, how sexy she looked, I noticed bulges were appearing in their trousers - mine was no exception. Julie was certainly getting in to the mood now; she posed sexily, adopting positions that gave us all views of her cleavage and long legs, she stood with one leg lifted up on to the arm of a chair, her dress rode up, her smooth pussy clearly seen. The next half hour she paraded in lingerie, so sheer and flimsy nothing was left to our imaginations. Her firm tits now fully visible beneath the material, her next outfit being a white peephole bra and open crotch panties, she wore white fishnet hold up stockings, she sat on a dining chair facing us, her legs open, she wet a finger and used it to rub at her exposed pussy lips, her other hand playing with a hard nipple poking out of her bra.
The mood in the hotel suite was changing rapidly, the buyers minds were no longer on the order, Uncle George suggested they called a break with the showing, he said for Julie to wait in the bedroom, he asked them if they could discuss the contract, it was then one of them, a guy named Peter who I guess was about 50 came right out with it. “George, we all know the merchandise is ok, we’ve seen the specifications, the drawings, we’ve been through the costings, as far as we’re concerned we are just about ready to sign along the dotted line, but - there’s one thing you could do to for us to finalise the deal”.
George looked happy at the news, “name it!” he said, “If there’s anything I can do for you guys, you’ve got it”. Peter said that seeing Julie had made their pricks so hard he wondered if George might be able to influence her in some way, to get her to join them all for a ‘bit of fun’. George shot a look at me, he probably wondered how I was going to react, I simply shrugged my shoulders, taking this as meaning that I didn’t worry, he got up and went into the bedroom that Julie was using for changing, he returned about 10 minutes later.
“I asked her if she wanted to join us for a drink, she said she would love to and would be out as soon as she has changed, I suggested for her to wear number 23 on your list”. We all looked down at our running order sheets; my prick was rock hard in anticipation of seeing her. We refreshed our drinks and sat back waiting. The bedroom door opened and she came out, she had on a black chiffon robe, underneath a black quarter cup shelf bra that pushed up her tits and left the nipples and the majority of her tits exposed, her nipples were jutting out hard against the robe, she was wearing black fishnet stockings with suspenders, high heels and a tiny pair of panties.
She walked over to me, “Hi, my name’s Julie, are you going to get me a drink?”
“My name’s Tom” I spluttered, I fixed her a drink “Let me introduce you to the others”. Introductions out of the way Julie sat on the couch between Peter and Vic, George and myself were sat opposite them. Peter asked George where he found such a beautiful girl; George told him that they had used Julie before as a model for their catalogue.
Peter asked Julie if she was married, Julie told him she was but that she and her husband had an open relationship, they both saw others if they wanted to. I was surprised to hear her talk this way, after a couple more drinks Peter made his move, he put his hand on her thigh and started to slide it up and down getting nearer and nearer to her panties, she looked over sexily towards me and placed her hand over the bulge in his trousers, she turned to Peter and kissed him, she unzipped his fly, took out his prick and started to wank on it. Vic thought he would try his luck and slipping the robe off her shoulders started to maul and suck at her tits.
I wondered how far she would go, here I was seeing my wife sitting between two men she had only just met, and as I was watched them my prick was rock hard with excitement. Julie got up and slipped the robe off completely, then she knelt in front of Peter and pulled down his trousers, she took his prick into her mouth and started to suck him deeply, Vic had dropped his pants and was sat next to Peter, he was wanking on his stiff prick, Julie reached out and took his prick in her hand and played with it, Vic leaned forwards and cupped her tits as they hung down beneath her, she switched from Peter’s prick to Vic’s and gave him the same deep throat treatment.
Peter got up, he went behind Julie and pulled her panties to her knees, he knelt behind her and started to lick and finger her cunt, she must have been very wet as his fingers slipped in easily, he took hold of his stiff prick and rubbed it up and down over her pussy lips, then with a big lunge forced the entire length into her, she screamed out - not in pain but in pleasure, he fucked her hard and deep. She was still sucking on Vic’s prick, until now I was watching them intently, Julie was clearly enjoying herself, I glanced across at my Uncle, he had his prick out and was wanking it, he was huge, it must have been about 10 inches long and very fat, I have never seen a prick so big, I wondered if he was expecting to get a piece of the action, seeing how big he was I felt sure that Julie wouldn’t object. Julie was now lying on her back on the floor, Vic was between her wide open legs, his prick buried deep into her cunt fucking her hard, Peter was knelt to one side of her head, she sucked on his prick, she stopped sucking him, looked over to me and said “Hey you, Tom, why don’t you come over hear and let me suck you off” I was over in a shot, I soon had my pants off and knelt opposite Peter, she turned her head towards me and I slid my prick into her open mouth, she resumed wanking on Peter and we were both playing with her tits.
I noticed Vic start to tense up and he soon shot his load of spunk inside her cunt, he pulled out of her, Peter went and took his place and Vic came and knelt opposite me, I noticed spunk still dribbling from his prick, Julie turned to him and licked and sucked his prick clean. George was sat in his chair, his prick hard, still looking at us, Vic went and sat down, Peter was still banging away at Julie’s cunt and she had my prick deep down her throat, Peter then lay on the floor and asked Julie to lower herself onto his prick, she did so and soon was bouncing up and down on him, I stood in front of her and fucked her mouth deeply, Julie liked to be fucked in the ass, I wondered what it would be like to fuck her ass hole while she had Peter’s prick in her cunt.
I decided to try it and positioned myself with my prick at the entrance to her ass, it looked tight, I slowly pushed it in to her, a little at a time, she was very tight, I came out a bit and using my saliva lubricated my prick, it went back in a lot easier and was soon buried deep into her ass. So, there was my sweet wife Julie, one prick up her cunt, my prick deep into her ass, her tits being sucked and played with by Peter and my Uncle George sat watching, If someone had said to me four days ago this would be happening I would have thought them insane!
Julie was right into it now, she was urging us to fuck her deeper, harder, she was using language I had never heard her use before, acting like a different person - a whore, George stood up and walked over to stand in front of her, she took hold of his huge prick, her hand was not big enough to encircle it and she licked and kissed it. I guess now, that was the reason why George waited for so long; he was waiting for her cunt to get stretched enough so she could take him. She only managed to get the end of his prick into her mouth, as I fucked her ass I could feel Peter’s prick in her cunt, I felt his prick twitch and I knew he was ready to come, he said he wanted to come in her mouth so we both pulled out of her, Julie knelt in front of him, she took his prick in her mouth, he had his hands either side of her head pumping his prick deep into her mouth, he jerked his hips forward shooting his spunk down her throat, I saw her swallowing, when he pulled out of her mouth there was no trace of any spunk, he too collapsed into a chair. Julie lay back on the floor, George got between her wide open legs and rubbed his prick up and down over her pussy lips, coating his prick with the juices that were coming out of her cunt, she had her head turned to me sucking slowly on my prick, I knew I wouldn’t be able to last much longer, slowly he slid his prick into her, she was moaning loudly, I watched as he buried his prick fully into her, she wrapped her legs around his back, then he started to fuck her, deeper, harder, she soon got used to his size and she screamed at him to fuck her hard - which he did!
As he fucked her he played and with her tits, I felt my prick throb and pulled out of her mouth, shooting my thick creamy spunk over her face, then using my prick rubbed it into and around her mouth, she took my throbbing prick back into her mouth and sucked hard, swallowing the spunk that was still oozing out. George said he too was going to come, he pulled out of her cunt in time to shoot streams of spunk up over her stomach, onto her tits which Julie rubbed into her nipples. Everyone was truly knackered, us guys got dressed and Julie went into the bathroom for a long, hot soak. Before they left Peter and Vic signed the contract, telling George they might possibly need another showing in a couple of week’s time and urging him to book Julie for the night. George said he would see me Monday morning at the office as he had some things to discuss with me and said goodnight. I made myself a drink and sat down, I thought about joining Julie but decided to let her have a relaxing bath, to be truthful I didn’t know what to say to her, should I have stopped what happened? She was in control, she knew what she was doing, she could have stopped at any time, and I didn’t force her to have sex. She had enjoyed herself tonight and so did I. The bathroom door opened and Julie came out, she was naked, she came over to me and sat next to me, I looked at her, lost for words to say to her, she leaned towards me and kissed me, “I think the evening went ok, don’t you?” she said laughing, it was as if we had just got rid of dinner guests.
“I’m sorry” I said, “I shouldn’t have got you involved.
“Look Tom, I enjoyed myself tonight and I think you did as well, George got what he wanted in more ways than he thought he would, Peter and Vic had a good time, so who’s complaining? What happened tonight was just about sex!” “Here” she said, “read this”.
She handed me a sheet of paper, I looked at it, it basically stated that George had written off the debt I owed him, the deeds of our house were to be handed back to us and I was to be made a junior partner in the business. I looked at her in amazement, “How? - When did this happen?” I asked, she told me that when George went to see her he had offered to return the deeds and write off the debt on condition she had sex with Peter and Vic, she had agreed but told him that if he too wanted to fuck her he had to make the partner offer to me, she told him that if he agreed she would also be willing to ‘entertain’ any other business clients who might need ‘persuading’ in the future. I pulled her tight to me and we kissed passionately, we then went to the bedroom and fucked for the next two hours before falling asleep.
Conditions at work have improved enormously, George is much more bearable, probably due to the fact that he visits us every now and then and joins Julie and me in a threesome, Julie looks forward to his visits, she loves his huge prick. He is going to retire soon so the running of the business will be down to me - there are several clients I think could use some of Julie’s ‘persuasion’, even a woman - now that could be interesting!

She had put on the clothes he gave her. It was an absurdly slutty outfit; the tight black skirt was so short it left almost half the firm round cheeks of her big ass exposed. Under the skirt she wore a tiny g-string that did not completely cover her shaved pussy. The top was sheer black Lycra that fit like a second skin. Under that she wore a white half-cup shelf bra that supported just the undersides of her big breasts and left her aureoles and thick nipples exposed, completely visible through the sheer top. Her shapely legs were encased in full-fashioned beige stockings with contrasting black back seams. The stockings were held up by a white six-strap garter belt, the garters and stocking tops exposed below the hem of the microskirt. Her clear plastic platform shoes had six-inch stiletto heels and two-inch platforms, with a couple of thin silver straps holding them on her stockinged feet. Although she was fully dressed, she was more exposed than if she were naked. Her eye make-up was heavy and dark, and she wore very long false eyelashes. Her full lips were covered in glossy, dark red indelible lipstick. She knew she looked like a cheap slut.
He took her by the wrist and led her through a door into a large bedroom. To her shock there were eight strange men standing around the room. They looked up when she came in and she felt her face flush with embarrassment at the way she was dressed.
“What the…?” she gasped, but didn’t finish her sentence.
“Just some friends I’ve invited to meet you, my dear,” he said. “I’ve told them all about you.”
“I…I don’t understand,” she gasped.
He slid his hand over her ass and fondled the bare flesh below the hem of her skirt. She wanted to pull away, to run from these men who were staring at her but she couldn’t move. He pulled up her skirt in the back so that her ass was completely exposed now. He continued to squeeze and fondle the luscious round cheeks.
“I’ve told them the many kinds of slut you are,” he said.
“What? How could you? I don’t know what you mean,” she sounded desperate. She felt her nipples starting to pucker, and knew they could all see them getting hard through the sheer blouse.
“I told them you’re a slut for cock. And you’re a pain slut. You are a pain slut, aren’t you?”
With one hand still on her ass he used the other to pinch one of her hard, erect nipples between his thumb and forefinger. She gasped and hunched forward slightly as he twisted the end of her breast.
“No! I’m not! Stop that, stop it now!” she protested. She grabbed his arm and tried to pull it away from her tortured tit, but he was too strong and she could not move his arm.
“Put your hands by your side, now!” he ordered. She obeyed, and he continued. “So answer my question; aren’t you a pain slut?”
“Yes,” she whispered softly, her resistance crumbling.
“And you’re a cum slut, too,” this was a statement, not a question. “I told them you love to suck cock and swallow cum from men whose names you don’t know.”
Her response was a pathetic whimper. He turned her around so that her naked behind was to the men. The taut straps of her garter belt cut across her ass.
“Spread your legs!” he commanded.
She slid her feet apart, shuffling them slowly to keep her balance on the platform heels.
“Bend over,” he said as he smacked her naked bottom.
She bent from the waist and put her hands on her knees. He fondled her bare ass in front of the men, then pulled the cheeks apart to reveal the moist crevice of her ass with the tiny string of her panty nestled in the crack. He pulled the wet string aside so that her asshole and weeping hairless pussy were on display.
“Look at how wet she is,” he told them. “She has a really juicy pussy. Isn’t that right, dear?”
“I can’t help it,” she whimpered. “It’s not my fault!”
“No excuses, slut, just answer!”
“Yes, sometimes my pussy gets so wet I’m afraid people will hear noises when I walk,” she confessed to the men.
Holding her ass open he ran his finger along the leaking slit, making her moan as he flicked at her twitching clit and probed her pussy hole. He spread the juice up to her asshole, rubbing the slippery little pucker as he told them,
“She’s an anal slut, too. Wait until you feel her squeezing your cock with her ass, begging for hot cum. Now get on your knees,” he ordered her.
He held her hand to help steady her as she lowered herself to her knees, her skirt around her waist. Without being told she pulled down his zipper, then reached into his fly and grasped his erection. As she pulled it into the open, he handed her a small foil packet.
“Put this on me,” he told her, “and use your mouth to do it.”
She opened the packet and withdrew a jet-black condom, which she placed in her mouth. Using her tongue she positioned the rolled-up rubber inside her mouth, then placed her lips on the end of his cock and pushed the ring onto him. Running her lips down the shaft she unrolled the sheath until his hard dick was encased in black latex.
“May I suck you now? I want your cock in my mouth,” she asked, eager to feel his hardness between her lips.
“Yes, suck my cock. Show these men what a good cocksucker you are.”
She slid the hard dick into her mouth, and he moaned as he felt her tongue flicking at the head. She sucked hard, bobbing her head and pumping the shaft as her cheeks hollowed from the suction. She was so aroused from being forced to suck his condom-covered cock while all these men watched that she felt as though her head was buzzing. As she sucked him her eyes looked up at his face from under her long lashes. Pulling her mouth off his cock with a loud slurp, she begged,
“Please, fuck me. Fuck my hot cunt while they watch.”
He helped her up and she staggered to the bed, sliding onto it on her hands and knees. He reached over and pulled the Lycra blouse down over her big breasts, so that they hung down, swaying as she moved into position. He pulled the elastic string of her panty to one side, stretching it across her ass cheek. His fingers found her slit, and he rubbed her clit and spread her juices onto her bare ass.
“Fuck me, please. I can’t wait. Put your cock inside me now, please!”
Holding herself up with one hand she reached back with the other and pulled her ass open, spreading her pussy lips for his cock. Moving closer to her raised bottom, he grasped his hard cock and peeled the black condom off, tossing it aside. He wanted nothing between his cock and the hot walls of her pussy, and he knew she wanted to feel his hot sperm bathing her insides. Now he slotted his bare dickhead into her wet slit and slid it up and down to coat it with her juices. He deliberately bumped it over her clit repeatedly, driving her wild. Then he placed the head at her hole and pushed forward, sliding into the hot tunnel in one move. She moaned and thrust back at him, gasping encouragement,
“Oh, god, yes! That’s so good. You cock is so big inside me!”
He slid in to the full depth of her vagina, filling her with his wonderful hard cock. He pulled back, and then thrust forward, pumping her, pounding her the way she loved to be fucked. At the same time he used a finger to rub the tight ring of her wet asshole.
She thought about the eight men who were watching her and it drove her to greater heights of lust to think that they were waiting their turns to use her. She knew they would fuck her in her pussy and ass, shove their hot hard cocks in her mouth and come down her throat.
“Oh, god, I’m so close,” she moaned.
He reached under her to squeeze her hanging breasts as she shoved back to get his dick as deep inside her cunt as she could.
“Reach back and play with yourself,” he commanded. “Rub your clit while I fuck you.”
Her fingers slid along her belly, over her shaved mound, and found the spot at the top of her slit. She pressed her clit down, forcing it to ride along his slippery cock shaft as it pumped in and out of her. This brought her closer to the end, and she banged her big naked ass against his hips, loud slapping noises filling the room as the men stared. She rubbed her hot clit harder and her climax started in her toes. Her feet twitched and her legs shook. Her swaying breasts smacked together as her body bucked and she shoved her ass back to meet his cock.
“Nngh…nngh…nngh,” soft little grunts accompanied her orgasm and she knew the men were enjoying the show she was putting on, shamelessly rubbing her clit and climaxing in front of them.
The slick walls of her coming pussy squeezed his cock tightly, the rhythmic contractions bringing on his orgasm. He moaned and thrust harder, shooting his cum deep inside her spasming canal.
“Oh, god! Come…come inside me! Fill me with your hot cum,” she pleaded as he bathed her pussy with his sperm.
When they finished coming she collapsed on the bed, causing his still-hard cock to slip out of her well-fucked pussy.
They lay there panting, covered in a sheen of sweat as their breathing returned to normal. He stroked her hair and she put her arms around his shoulders.
“My god,” she said, “that was great!”
“It always is, isn’t it?” he said, amazed.
“I can’t believe it,” she said. “Fifteen years of marriage and we can still do this to each other!”
“Well that’s because you’re such a hot little exhibitionist, my dear,” he teased.
“Yes, that’s definitely one of my favorite fantasies. But you’re such a diabolical master, forcing me to do it with all those men watching.”
“I love you,” he said and he kissed her.
“I love you, sweetheart,” she answered, kissing him back.

Jeff Meagor trembled slightly as he walked through the hallways of Roosevelt High School. He had been summoned to the assistant principal’s office, and as a young and un-tenured teacher, he tended to expect the worst when summoned by the administration. “God, did I swear in class? Did a parent complain about my curriculum being too easy? What did I do?” he thought hotly as he neared the office. “Shit, there I go again, just like Amber said…” he mused. Jeff’s wife, Amber, had recently gently told him that he was too pessimistic, too defensive.
“You’re always jumpy and uptight” she complained. “It’s so much more sexy when you cut loose and act on your impulses. Try to do that more, hon. It makes you much more sexy to me.” Jeff loved nothing more than seeing Amber get hot. In a word, Amber was beautiful. Hot. Devastatingly hot. Her beautiful facial features were framed with sandy blond hair, her skin healthy and tan and supple. Amber’s body made men and women alike stare. She was a regular hiker, biker, and dancer, and to these activities she added regular gym visits. Her thighs and calves balanced muscularity with tone, and her smooth taut waist rose up to an luscious pair of large firm breasts.
Amber possessed wit, intelligence, and fire, and Jeff felt like the luckiest man in the world when Amber agreed to marry him, though he felt that he had spent more time during there 4 year marriage focusing on school and work. The couple met and fell in love during college. Amber was a sophomore when Jeff was a junior. They met in a physics class and became study partners. Sharing a love of academic rigor, Jeff and Amber developed intimacy through their intellectual connection. They forged a loving connection that subsequently developed into a physical connection. Jeff had dated in high school and college, but Amber was the most stunning woman he had ever dated. She was one of those girls whom he had assumed was out of his reach, but he had felt emboldened to pursue her by their long philosophical discussions and debates.
Amber found Jeff to be unlike any other man she had dated. She had suffered from the perception that she had too high standards. Men tended to avoid her–at least, the kind of men that women wanted to settle down with. She had had her share of vain selfish pretty boys, and Jeff was a welcome change from that type. Jeff was caring and supportive and intelligent. From the beginning Amber felt that he was a bit too cerebral, but she was confident that her vivacity and playfulness would teach Jeff how to be more out-going and spontaneous. Certainly she figured that she could get him to loosen up in the sex department. She understood that he wasn’t as experienced as she was, and his 5″ cock was a change of pace from some of her earlier boyfriends, but she was willing to alter her sex life for a while to encourage his sexual development.
Jeff reached the door to Robert Wilson’s office, and hands sweaty, he pushed open the door and trudged in. Before he could say a word to the Carrie, Mr. Wilson’s receptionist, she coldly looked at him and said, “He’s waiting for you.” Well, her manner did nothing to put Jeff at ease, and with a sense of trepidation, he stared at the windows, which looked into the office. The blinds were drawn. Apparently this was to be a private meeting. Head sinking into a droop, Jeff moved into the office. Robert Wilson did not get up from his desk to greet Jeff. He simply looked at Jeff and nodded towards a pair of chairs, simply saying “Jeff” as a greeting. Even sitting down Robert Wilson intimidated Jeff. Robert was a large bald black man in his early 30s. He stood about 6′4″, kept his body fit and muscular, dressed in expensive Italian suits, and maintained a demeanor, which commanded respect. He was the assistant principal in charge of curriculum, and as part of his duties he sat in on Jeff’s classes and evaluated his performances.
Jeff sat down across the desk from Robert, and just as he was about to take some initiative and ask about the meeting, the door opened and Amber walked in. She had just come from the gym and was freshly showered. She wore a simple short cotton skirt, and her white camisole accentuated her full chest. She gave Jeff a questioning look as she bent down to kiss her husband hello. “Amber, good of you to come” said Robert as he stood to greet her. “You look radiant, as always. It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other.”
“I think it was the Christmas staff party” replied Amber as she gave Robert a quick friendly hug, her normal greeting for friends. “And hey, you’re looking pretty good yourself. Last time we spoke you were juggling a number of girlfriends. Has any one of them made you an honest man?” Amber spoke with a natural ease and radiance, which Jeff always felt to be a bit on the flirtatious side.
Robert laughed shortly. “They wouldn’t want me if I was an honest man. Please, sit. We have a serious matter to discuss.”
“Nothing is wrong, I hope” Amber said worriedly as she sat. She leaned forward as she sat, and Jeff noticed that her position allowed Robert a nice view of her deep cleavage. “Well, yes. Something is wrong.” At this, Robert turned to Jeff, and his tone changed abruptly. “Jeff, Zoë Valentine filled out a sexual harassment report on you today, and the claim is serious, disturbing, and potentially very damaging to you.” Amber’s sharp intake of breath registered briefly in Jeff’s mind as he sat in shock. Zoë Valentine. He should have known. “Fuck” and “Busted” whispered in his brain as his mind quickly ran through his memory of her.
Zoë had been in Jeff’s 9th grade class, and she had been an obnoxious little shit from the first day. A scrawny kid with braces, she had possessed a loud mouth that spewed forth nothing but confrontation, put-downs and vulgarity. Jeff had fallen into the trap of challenging her in front of the class, and eventually he set her up for embarrassment in front of people. He never passed up an opportunity to tell her that she was wrong, out-of-line, or under achieving. He aptly demonstrated his mental superiority over her, and at the time he gloated over his tiny little victories. Though she could have justified earning a B+ by the end of the year, he gave her a B-, justifying it to himself based on the grief she had caused him.
Zoë was now enrolled in Jeff’s senior class, and the Zoë that had know certainly had changed…physically. Her auburn hair was styled in a mod flapper’s bob, and her braces had resulted in a beautiful smile. She had grown quite tall–over 5′8″, and her long slender body was accentuated by beautiful hips and a very full bustline. Zoë was a knockout, and Jeff had gravitated towards her from the first day. He sat her in the front row, and he never passed up an opportunity to steal a glance down her shirt. He chatted with her when she was working on class work, trying to earn at least a sparkle from her eyes or a friendly chuckle. She rebuffed his attempts at friendliness, which drove Jeff even harder. Her previous snottiness was replaced with a cold confidence, and she peered over the crowd like a queen searching out a single pearl in the crowd.
Last week, Jeff had “accidentally” bumped into Zoë as the class was departing, and he had pressed himself for an instant into the side of one of her glorious tits. He couldn’t help himself–her cockiness drove him wild. Such assurance coupled with the developing 18-year old body and 18 year-old sensibility made his libido throb. Upon the contact, Zoë had frozen and stared him down with contempt. Jeff had mumbled a weak apology, citing his clumsiness, then fled to the teacher’s lounge. She had not been in class since.
Jeff’s reflection was interrupted by Amber clearing her throat expectantly. He looked over at his wife, and she glared at him with a cocked head. Jeff opened his mouth but no words came out, and his eyes conveyed nothing to Amber but a plea. Amber narrowed her eyes and her upper lip curled in disgust. “I’m waiting for you to deny these charges, Jeff” she spat out. “I’m waiting for you to thunder at your boss that you’d never abuse your position, break the clear laws in existence, or pick a high school brat to focus your sexual energy on instead of your wife.” Jeff’s heart raced as he babbled out fragmented words: “Amber…you don’t…I can’t, couldn’t…I mean…” Jeff turned to face Robert, hoping for some sort of sympathy, but Robert stared down Jeff with an iron expression.
Amber stood. “I’ve had enough of this.” She fumbled with her purse, then threw it down angrily. “I keep myself fit for myself and for you, Jeff, and I wait nightly for you to notice me and want to be with me. You spend more time in front of the t.v. than you do with my body. I’m too young and have too much energy to be alone in a marriage, Jeff. How dare you embarrass me like this. How dare you spit upon the sacrifices I’ve made to be in this marriage. I’m…I’m at a loss…” Amber, flushed and livid, paced back and forth before the desk.
Robert rose and moved over to her and gently led her by the arm back to her chair. “Amber sit, please, and listen to me. I’m sorry I included you in this matter, but I felt that you should be here for Jeff when he found out. Please, I have more to tell you both, including a possible solution.” Amber angrily wiped a tear from her cheek as she nodded in assent. Robert sat on the edge of his desk and turned sternly to Jeff. “First, Jeff, it’s going to get worse. I took the action of checking your classroom computer. Your saved records and cookies add to this shitpile you’ve created for yourself.”
“Oh my god” sighed Amber. “What did you fucking do?”
“Apparently your husband figured out that he could bypass our website screening program by searching for keywords in Spanish. He left behind traces from websites that advertise to have the youngest girls allowed by law. This alone is an offence for which he can be fired.”
Jeff opened his mouth to protest. He’d never done such a thing. He didn’t even know any Spanish. Robert cut him off with one finger. “Jeff, now is the time to listen, not to whine. I’m the only person Zoë has told, and I’m the only one who has accessed your computer records. You are facing the prospect a criminal record, loss of employment, and having to register in your community as a sexual offender.” At this, Robert passed Amber the file folder with the accumulated evidence–Zoë’s written complaint and printouts from his classroom computer with cookies attached to his login. Amber slowly shook her head with a fierce glare in her eyes as she read the material. Furiously, she started smacking Jeff with the file, cursing him as she did so. “Fuck you fuck you fuck you!” she screamed. “You fucking asshole! I’ve been patient for you, waiting for you, nurturing you, and you turn your goddamn limp libido on a high schooler!? Fuck you!”
Robert moved to intervene as Jeff simply shrank away from his wife, unable to bring himself to make eye contact with her. Robert whispered to Amber and calmed her down, then turned a baleful glare on Jeff.
“Jeff, This is the most serious shit you have ever gotten yourself into, and you don’t look like the type to have a high-powered lawyer on retainer. Let’s face it–the union will want to distance themselves from you as quickly as possible. However, there is a gleam of hope for you.” Jeff’s body shook and he locked his eyes onto his boss. Jeff’s mind reeled at the humiliation and possible danger to his physical safety of being a registered sex offender. He would lose his wife–if he hadn’t already– his job, his friends, his freedom, and maybe even his family. With the mention of a possible solution, Jeff sucked in his breath and waited for the explanation. Robert resumed his position on the edge of the desk and spoke slowly to Jeff. “Zoë and I have spoken at length recently. That’s why she hasn’t been in your class. She has agreed to rip up the report…on one condition. She feels humiliated by you, and she wants you to experience an equal dose of humiliation, plus a little extra for having violated some very basic principles.”
Amber’s stare shot from her slumping husband to Robert. “What exactly are you talking about” she asked slowly. “How could she forgive him so easily?” Jeff’s vision swam as Robert reached behind his desk and produced a digital camera. “I didn’t say that she’d forgive him, just that she’d consider the score settled. Zoë has a poetic sense of justice. As Jeff’s crime was sexual perversion, so will his punishment be. Amber, you will take pictures of Jeff, your husband, on his knees sucking my cock until I cum all over his face.” Jeff and Amber froze in unison. Then Amber chuckled, a bitter laugh snickered through lips sneered in disgust. “Well, Jeff, what do you say?” Jeff formed a sentence, finally. “No fucking way. No.” He felt sickened by his behavior, but he was not going to sink as low as he could imagine. He had no options in mind, but this was not an option. Amber, however, was not as absolute.
“Listen, Jeff. I WILL NOT have it come out that you chose a high school bimbo over me. You will suck Robert’s cock, and then I’ll decide what to do about our marriage.”
“Amber, I’m not going to give him a blowjob” Jeff replied firmly. Amber started to reply, but Robert stood up and stopped her. “Actually, I hoped that he’d say no. Zoë and I figured it was a 50/50 chance, so Zoë suggested a contingency punishment. If you won’t suck my dick, Jeff, then Amber can.” Again, both couples froze. Robert tolerated no hesitancy. “Which will it be Jeff? You or your wife?” Jeff looked over at Amber, who already was staring at him, waiting for his response.
“Come on Jeff,” pushed Robert. “Do you really want to be a registered sex offender. Do you really want to have that known about you in the outside chance you do jail time?”
Jeff sucked in breath and tried to formulated a cogent sentence, but all that came out to his wife was a hoarse “please”
Amber’s eyes widened and she sneered down at him.
“Let me get this straight, dear.” She spat the word “dear” at him. “You rubbed up against a student, downloaded porn at school, and now you want me to suck your boss’ dick to get you off the hook? Is that correct?” Jeff managed only a look of shock and a slight shoulder shrug. Amber leaned over to Jeff.
“Fine, I’ll do it. I’ll do it because I’ve been short-changed by you for all these years. I’ve thought it was me, that I wasn’t sexy enough or dynamic enough for you. Now I know.”
Amber stood and posed before Jeff and Robert, her hand lightly playing with her tits. “I couldn’t understand why you didn’t want a piece of this body every night. I now see that you’ve been devoting yourself to your students, those young girls who make mooney eyes at you because they don’t know any better…yet. I bet that lets you keep that ego of yours intact. Well, I’m through trying to help you shore up your ego. It’s time for me, now. I’m going to indulge myself, and right now I want what you haven’t been able to give me–a nice, thick, hard dick.”
Amber now pointedly pulled upon her nipples, making them stand out against the already taut fabric. “Don’t worry, honey, this isn’t exactly new territory.” She looked at Robert and laughed. “You know, dear, Robert tried to get me on my knees at the last boring school social function—the Christmas party, as I recall. I always abstained, laughed it off, and returned to your side, as I recall.”
Amber moved and stood right in front of Jeff, who gaped opened mouth, and she slid to her knees in front of her husband. She rubbed her tits up and down his leg and moaned slightly, her eyes half-lidded. “Robert told me that his cock is over 11 inches and as wide as my wrist. I got sooo wet when he told me that, but I returned to you and your small cock. But since you want me to, I’ll suck his big fat black cock for you…I’ll suck it and lick it until he cums all over my pretty mouth and lips, just for you sweetheart.”
Amber swung her shoulders around and put her hands on the floor and crawled the few feet over to Robert, who had gotten off of the desk and now stood tall and proud before the beautiful young woman. Amber rubbed his pants leg and felt his growing shaft, and upon contact a noise between a purr and a growl emanated from her. A look of intent lust crossing his face, Robert gave a short command: “Reach in and fish that big dick out.” Amber knelt up and unzipped his pants. She reached in and gasped. “My GOD” she murmured. ” You weren’t lying, were you?” As she worked to get his long shaft through the layer of boxers, she turned to Jeff, who hadn’t moved in minutes.
“Jeff, hon, I think that your ego is in trouble. This is a monster cock.” With a grunt, Amber finally pulled out Robert’s cock, and the sight made Jeff’s eyes bulge. It was about 8 inches semi-hard, and it was obscenely growing before his eyes. Robert, his demeanor quite altered, began to take his pants off and spoke down at Amber: “Get that top off. Show me those big tits that you parade around.” Amber let go off his cock and slowly pulled off her top, freeing her glorious big firm tits. Robert stripped from head to toe, revealing a cut muscular body. His cock had grown to most of its length, over 11 inches, but it still had its width to stretch out to. Amber’s watering mouth would take care of that.
Amber ran her tongue wetly over his cockhead, tickling the exposed crown as she stroked his shaft to fullness. She giggled as she was amazed at the heft of his huge dick, and her tongue snaked around his dick, coating it with a sheen of saliva. “Suck my dick now, you hot little bitch” growled Robert as he thrust his cock forward. Amber opened her mouth as wide as possible and sucked in his fat wide cockhead as she reached up and wrapped her hand around his cock as much as possible. She moaned and gagged at the same time as his broad head filled her mouth. Robert reached around and held the back of her head in place for a moment, keeping 4 or 5 inches of his thick cock deep in Amber’s throat. With his cock filling her mouth, he demanded that she look up at him. Robert held the digital camera and framed Amber’s swollen cheeks and watering eyes in the viewfinder.
“Are you catching this Meagor?” he chuckled. “Your wife’s pretty eyes are looking right in the camera. Shit, her mouth is totally distended!” Robert tossed the camera to Jeff. “Film this, or Zoe’s deal if off.” His throat knotted, Jeff fumbled with the camera, figuring out how to work it. As he focused it and began to record, Robert released Amber’s head and eased his cock back. As the head slipped past her lips, Amber heaved for breath as a thick strand of gooey saliva drooled out of her mouth. Panting, she stared at the giant dick bobbing before her eyes. She licked out with her tongue and ran it along Robert’s broad cockhead. Amber slathered the pink head lavishly, tonguing his pee slit and tickling the underside of the sensitive head. She turned her eyes up to Robert and said coyly, “Do you really want me to suck your cock?”
“Babe, you know you want my cock just as badly as I want your mouth. Get your mouth working.”
Amber looked over at Jeff and smiled with a closed mouth. Jeff could see her cheeks sucking in and out and her lips quivering. She winked at him meanly, then turned back to the thick dick in her hand and spat loudly onto it. Amber stroked her spit onto the shaft before opening wide and bobbing her head down as far as she could on Robert’s cock. Robert moaned at her depth and began a gentle thrusting as Amber moved her face back and forth, suctioning the thick black cock with her dripping mouth. One hand kept up a twisting jack-off motion on his thick wet black shaft, her dainty fingers unable to fully close around the 9-inch width of his impressive cock. Amber’s other’s hand massaged Robert’s swelling balls, fondling and tugging on the large plum-shaped testes. Drool squished out of the sides of her mouth as she forced more and more of the giant cock into her mouth, thrusting her face on and off and on and off and her bouncing big firm tits became wet with her own drool. Occasionally she’d pull her face off his dick and gasp for breath. Robert took these opportunities to cock-slap her tongue and lips.

Francine too a small sip of her Long Island Iced Tea and glanced around the hotel’s small bar. An older couple sat at one of the tables, talking quietly and laughing together. Two men, both in their mid-forties sat at another table talking about football over a pitcher of beer. Another table was occupied by an older woman and a younger man, heads together, whispering into each other’s ears. The bartender, a man in his late fifties or very early sixties was hanging glasses in the rack over the bar. Francine was the only other patron.
Francine was supposed to be in Los Angeles by now, but her flight had been delayed, then canceled until the snowstorm that was now burying Denver cleared up enough to open the airport back up. Francine and the other passengers were staying at the hotel until the airline notified them when their flight was rescheduled.
Francine twisted the engagement ring on her finger as she thought about David, her fiancée. He had been against this trip, not understanding her desire to visit Nina when their wedding was only four weeks away. He had even warned her of the possibility of encountering problems with the weather, and when that failed, had even resorted to trying to frightening her by rehashing 9-11 and events since that day. But Francine was not detoured by his tactics. She had to get away, find time to think. The closer the wedding, the more doubts she’s been having. She and David had known each other since the third grade. They had remained friends through high school, never dating each other, officially, but always there for each other when one or the other of them was between “steadies,” and even going to different collages, they had stayed in touch, both moving back to Wichita after college.
David was in sales for a farm equipment company and Francine was teaching third grade. They had more or less gravitated into dating each other the last couple of years, and getting engaged seemed the most logical next step. Francine didn’t think he’d ever proposed, just got her the ring earlier that year for her birthday and assumed the engagement was a done thing between them. Francine hadn’t bothered to deny his assumption, willing to fall into the future their families and friends surmised awaited the two of them.
Nina, now living in California, was the only one who called into question Francine’s passive acceptance of the future as David saw it. Francine needed to spend time with her friend, away from David, away from her family who would think she was certifiable if she backed out at this late date. Yes, Nina who knew Francine even better than David did would be her sounding board, if, that is, she ever made it to Los Angeles.
The sound of shattering glass and voices raised in anger startled her out of her thoughts. She swung her head around and stared at the older woman and younger man who had been sitting at the table closest to the bar. The man was standing, a drink dripping from his hair and face, his shirt wet. A glass lay broken next to his chair. The woman was huddled in the chair, her head bowed, her chin sunk into her chest, shoulders shaking with obvious sobs. The man threw money down on the table, hurled a few insults at the cringing woman, and stalked out of the bar. The other patrons looked away as the woman continued to cry quietly. Francine found herself wondering about the relationship between the angry young man who had stalked out of the bar and the older woman now trying to wipe the tears from her face and get herself back into control. If Francine had thought of them at all before the outburst, she would have assumed they were mother and son. Now she was not sure. Would a Mother have reacted so violently to her child as to dash a drink in his face, and would a son have spoken aloud the insults he had hurled at the woman before leaving the bar? Francine shrugged, and turned away from the woman, taking another sip of her drink and returning to her own musings about her own problem of her relationship with David.
Half an hour later, Francine’s drink gone, she decided to go up to her room and get some sleep. She knew there would be no flights out until some time later that day, if at all. She wasn’t all that tired, but the bar was ready to close. As she rose from her chair she noticed that, other than herself and the bartender, the only other person in the room was the older woman who sat, an elbow on the table, her head bowed , propped in her hand. Francine started to leave the bar, then halted, undecided for a moment before she turned back to the woman. As Francine paused at the side of the table, the woman looked up, her eyes still shimmering with unshed tears, a look of utter weariness and even defeat, marring a face lovely even in distress. “Excuse me for intruding, but are you all right?” Francine asked in her soft voice. The woman looked at her, startled momentarily. “Is there any way I can help you?” Francine queried.
The woman obviously recognized Francine’s genuine concern because she once again wiped her eyes and spoke. “Thank you, but no. My friend and I have had a disagreement and parted ways. I just need to gather my thoughts, then get a room for myself as we were sharing one and he has informed me that he is retaining it for himself.”
Francine thought over the woman’s words before she spoke again. “I am afraid that might be a bit difficult. This storm has grounded all flights and I know the hotels nearest the airport are already filled. I understand a few people are even sleeping in chairs in the lobby.” The woman looked stunned and a little bit more lost. Francine spoke again, before she could begin to regret what she was about to do. “I have a room and if you wouldn’t mind sharing, you are welcome to spend the night there. Perhaps in the morning things will look better and you and your friend can work matters out between yourselves, or the storm will end and the runways cleared so the flights can begin again.”
The woman thought quickly, than agreed, introducing herself as Laine Preston, who like Francine, was stuck in Denver when her flight was delayed due to the blizzard. Francine waited as Laine gathered her purse and an overnight bag then lead the way across the lobby to the elevator. The two women made small conversation as the elevator rose to the sixth floor of the hotel. Francine used her keycard to let them into the room.
The room was furnished with a dresser, small refrigerator, queen-sized bed and two night stands. A television sat on a shelf attached to the wall. A generic hotel style oil painting hung on one wall. There was a dressing room with sink and mirror and hairdryer, then the bathroom with a combination bath/shower One side of the bed had already been turned down by Francine earlier, in anticipation of her eventual return to the room to sleep. Francine offered the bathroom to Laine first, telling her that she had to make a phone call to her friend in California. As the door closed behind Laine, Francine called Nina and let her know that it would be some time much later that day, if then, before she arrived in LA and that she would call again once she did know the approximate time of her arrival. They exchanged a few more words, but Francine did not mention Laine.” Shortly after she hung up, the bathroom door opened and Laine walked out.
Francine was startled at the change in the woman. Previously her hair had been pulled back and rolled into a knot at the top of her head. Now her long auburn hair, gently streaked with gray, hung down in waves to the middle of her back. She had been wearing a severely styled skit and jacket, but now her lush curves were visible through gossamer thin material of emerald green. Her toenails were painted the same deep crimson has her long fingernails. She wore no make-up, but her skin was smooth and unblemished, a healthy glow highlighting her prominent cheek bones. “I think I left you lots of hot water” Laine told Francine. Francine mumbled her thanks, gathered her things and entered the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
Francine striped off her clothes, neatly folding them, as was her habit. She let down her own burnished tresses, shaking them free, watching the way the light picked out the more golden strands from the slightly darker brown. She looked at her figure in the mirror. While her breast were not as lush and full as Laine’s, they were nicely shaped, firm with wide aureoles, and nipples that rose from the center; nipples that were now hard and aching for some reason that Francine did not understand. She ran her hands down her smooth stomach, over her flared hips, and then back up to her breasts, skimming her finger over the nipples, accepting the pleasure it gave her to do so. Then shaking her head, she turned on the shower and let the hot water spray across her her body. She used the fresh wash cloth to soap her body all over, her hands lingering at the curly haired jointure between her thighs. The kinky curls of her pubic hair caught the soap bubbles, and her fingers lovingly worked them, enjoying the sensations slowly building in her. She inserted a finger hesitatingly between her labia, stroking gently, fingering her clitoris with a single fingertip, teasing it and herself, until her arousal was so strong she felt the heat rising, building, her nerve endings tingling in that age-old sensation that signaled her climax. The hot water sluiced over her body as it shook with her release, her vaginal muscles clamping around the inserted finger. She used her free hand to steady herself against the wall until her body had had finished its quaking, then she shut off the water, stepped out of the shower and dried off her body.
When Francine left the bathroom she was wearing a black baby doll gown with matching lace panties. She had brushed her hair until it lay across her shoulders in soft waves. Her body had been powdered and lightly perfumed after her shower in a soft floral scent. Her nipples still throbbed and peaked with wanton need that had only been heightened by her shower release. Laine was already in the bed, laying on her back on one side of the bed. Only the light on the night stand on Francine’s side of the bed remained on, its shaded bulb casting a soft glow of light. Francine lay down in the bed, pulled the covers up over her, and reached to turn out the light. The two women lay in bed, side by side, quietly breathing.
Laine was the first to break the silence. “Thank you for taking me in like this. I was in a very difficult situation and hate to think of having to sit in the lobby all night. Rich and I have been having a rough time lately, and I am afraid this delay in our travel plans was the last straw as far as he was concerned.”
Francine wasn’t sure what to say, other than to assure Laine that it was no problem at all. “So Rich, is he your husband?” Laine didn’t answer right away, but when she did, her answer was not what Francine had expected to hear.
“No, he is, or was, my secretary. I just recently discovered that he has been systematically transferring certain funds from some accounts belonging to certain of my clients to one of his own. At the bar tonight he informed me that he had videos and sound recordings that could damage my credibility and the trust of some of my clients if they were released. The price of his silence was that I forget about his embezzlement and pay him another $50,000. I refused, punctuating my refusal with dashing my drink into his face.” Laine’s husky voice held a note of laughter at this last statement. “The look on his face was well worth the loss of what he has embezzled. He won’t dare go public, because then he knows I will prosecute him; plus some of the accounts he took money from belong to people he would not dare cross, if he but knew it.”
Francine’s curiosity was aroused. What could Rich be holding over this woman’s head that was powerful enough he thought he could blackmail her not only for he silence but also for such a large amount of money. Laine lay quietly next to Francine. Her next words shocked Francine. “I forgot a ring in the bathroom when I took my shower. I went into the bathroom to retrieve it and saw you through the shower curtain. I watched you. I could not help myself. And when you walked out of the bathroom a few minutes ago, I thought how sexy you looked, and I longed to touch you myself.”
Francine was shocked. She herself had felt something when Laine had walked out of the bathroom after her shower, and it was those feelings that had compelled her to to release some of the sexual tension she had felt. But, at Laine’s confession, Francine again felt the heat rise inside of her. She shifted her body slightly until she was laying on her side, facing Laine in the darkness of the room . Tentatively she snaked her hand out towards Laine’s body, unerringly finding a breast encased in the softest of materials, the nipple rapidly responding to Francine’s touch. Laine uttered a small moan and arched her body, pressing her breast more fully into Francine’s hand.
Laine shifted, turning on her side, reaching for Francine, drawing them together, her mouth seeking and finding Francine’s, probing with her tongue, pushing it’s way into her mouth. Her hands roamed freely over her body, finding and caressing Francine’s pert breasts, cupping them completely with her hands. Impatiently Laine pushed the short nightie up, uncovering Francine’s breasts. She pulled her mouth away from Francine’s and transferred it to a breast, able to take almost the whole breast into her wet mouth. She sucked on it, teasing the nipple with her teeth. One hand traveled down Francine’s body and, reaching the curls that covered her labia, she cupped and pressed her hand over the mound, massaging it for several long moments before she inserted a long nailed finger into Francine, carefully stroking in and out of the other woman as she continued to suckle her breast.
Francine had never known a woman’s touch, sexually. The passion and eagerness with which her body was responding scared her, but not enough for her to pull away; indeed, she could not have, at this point, even if she had wanted. “Please,” she begged, unsure just what it was she was pleading for, but Laine knew. Her finger stroked over Francine’s clitoris oh so gently, knowing too heavy a touch would be more of a turn off to pleasure than an act sure to heighten the other woman’s enjoyment. Francine’s moans of pleasure and acceptance signaled Laine that she was ready, needful even, of more. Laine kissed her way from Francine’s breast, down her flat stomach, to the opening surrounded by downy hair. Her finger was still inserted in Francine, but she used her other hand to spread the labia and leaned over, probing the hot, wet center of Francine with her tongue, tasting the musky, sweet wetness that was Francine. She lapped at the other woman’s clitoris as she continued moving her finger in and out. The mewling sounds escaping from Francine spurred Laine on. Her mouth sucked and licked the clitoris, then her tongue followed the path her finger had taken. She could feel the wetness growing between her own legs, but her goal had yet to be reached, and until it was, she would deny herself her own immediate release.
Francine was writhing on the bed, her hands holding Laine’s head tightly to her center as if afraid the other woman would pull away before her body reached the maximum saturation of pleasure that would explode into a climax. It was almost there, and Laine, recognizing the signals from the other woman’s body, slowed her pace, teasing Francine by bringing her oh so close, then withholding just enough as to not allow her the orgasm she so desperately wanted. Laine’s plunging fingers were covered in Francine’s wetness. She pulled her fingers out as her tongue continued to lap at Francine’s core, and, spreading her thighs a little more, she worked her coated fingers to the tight brown hole, gently, slowly inserting a fingertip, pushing slowly, meeting resistance which she overcame.
Once fully inside she stopped pushing, allowing Francine to get used to the feeling. Then, sucking her clitoris into her mouth and tickling it with her tongue as she sucked it as a man’s penis would be sucked, she began sliding her finger in and out of Francine’s tight hole, faster and faster as she felt Francine’s orgasm building once again. This time Laine was not backing off, instead encouraging the woman by telling her to let it happen, to accept what she was feeling, to reach for it, to allow the waves of pleasure to overwhelm her. Francine screamed as her body was jolted into wave after wave of unadulterated pleasure, her body tightening, her muscles clenching, trapping Laine’s finger. Laine’s tongue captured Francine’s ejaculation, her own surprise at Francine’s extended climax pushing Laine herself over the edge as she stroked her own clitoris and gave way to pleasure herself.
The two women lay holding each other, spent, satiated. Long minutes went by before Francine could speak. “I hope this blizzard last for another day or so.” Laine’s rich chuckle answered her as she stroked her hands across Laine’s body. Their lips met once again, soft, gentle, holding out promises of more delights for each of them.

We’d managed to get away to the Keys for a few days, just my wife and I. She was enjoying a little quiet time reading on the beach and I was getting in some much anticipated tarpon fishing. I’d spent the day on a boat with a guide and had great success, landing my first tarpon ever. My guide and I had just parted ways at the dock and I was getting ready to walk back to the hotel to meet my wife. I really had to take a leak, it’s kind of a pain in the ass to go on a small boat. There was a public bathroom right between the dock and the beach, so I decided to use it before walking back.
I walked into the empty bathroom and went into a stall, I’m not sure why I didn’t use the urinal except that maybe I have a little bit of a fascination for some of the graffiti in public men’s rooms. I sat down and began reading the scribbles on the wall of the stall. There was the usual assortment of stupid drivel, but there were also the usual writings of the gay and curious men that often appear as well. These were the ones that interested me. I started to get hard as I read some of the notes men had written of wanting to suck or be sucked, fuck and be fucked. There were some drawings as well that left little to the imagination, but did plenty to stir mine.
I began to slowly stroke my stiffening cock, becoming steadily aroused by the lewd messages and the erotic wanderings of my mind. I was jolted back to reality when I heard the door open and someone walk in. Suddenly I realized that I was sitting in a public bathroom jerking off. I quickly began to try and think of something else and let my hard-on deflate while I heard someone use the urinal and then go to the sink. By the time I heard the guy head for the door and heard it open and close again, my cock was softening and I just pulled my pants back up and got ready to leave, a little embarrassed now.
I walked out of the stall and headed toward the sink. I jumped, clearly startled, when I saw that there was another guy in the bathroom still. Maybe there had been two of them, or maybe he’d just wanted me to think he’d left. I didn’t know, but I was pretty nervous. I just said, “hi” and kept going to the sink. I started to wash my hands and suddenly he pressed himself against me from behind. He pushed me against the sink and I could feel his hard cock against my ass. I panicked and slid away from him, moving over to the paper towel dispenser. I quickly wiped my hands and headed for the door. He came up behind me before I could make it out and pushed me face first against the wall. He quickly pinned me next to the door with a hand on the wall to either side of me and his body pressed against me. He was much bigger than me, probably 6’2” or 6”3 and definitely over 200 lbs.
“Where you going?”, he grunted in my ear.
“Hey, I don’t want any trouble. I was just leaving.”, was my shaky reply.
His hand reached down and moved over my ass as he said, “What are you doing in here if you don’t want any trouble?”
“I just needed to take a leak”, I pleaded.
I could feel him shifting around behind me and heard his zipper while he snarled into my ear, “I think you came in here for more than that and I’m going to give it to you. I’m going to fuck this tight little ass of yours.”
Panic washed over me even stronger. Maybe I’d fantasized about other men before, but that was fantasy. “Please, I just wanted to go to the bathroom.”
“Shut the fuck up.”, he shouted and I felt his hands on my belt buckle. I struggled, but he quickly had my pants down around my knees and I could feel his cock pressed against my ass.
“Please don’t”, I pleaded, but I’d hardly said it when I felt the head of his cock at my hole.
He thrust forward and his cock pushed into me hard. My ass burned as my front side was pushed against the cold tile of the wall. “Oh yea, your ass is nice and tight. You’re gonna be a good fuck”, he panted in my ear.
I couldn’t reply. I was in shock from the suddenness with which this had all happened and the overwhelming sensations tearing through my body. It hurt, but mostly it was just the shock. He began to thrust, fucking me hard against the wall. I just surrendered, unable to get away, letting him fuck me.
His breathing was heavy in my ear as he kept me pinned against the wall, filling me with his cock and then sliding nearly all the way out before burying it in me again.
Slowly and without realizing it, my ass began moving back to meet his thrusts. His hand reached around to find my cock hard.
“Yea, you like having your tight ass fucked. I knew you would.”, he scoffed. “I knew you wanted to be my fuck toy.”
I couldn’t say anything still and only realized how hard my cock was throbbing when I felt his hand close around it.
“You like being fucked alright, your cock’s hard from taking me in your ass.”
He stroked me roughly and moaned in my ear, “I’m gonna fill your ass with my hot cum.” He heaved against me and I could feel him stiffen and felt a blast of warmth fill my ass. He continued to thrust in and out of my cum slicked ass as my own cum shot out onto the wall in front of me.
I’d barely finished cumming when his knee pushed into the back of mine, forcing me to the floor. His hand went to the back of my head and he pushed me towards the puddle of cum running down the wall. “Clean up that mess, slut”, he commanded as he pushed my head forward. Obediently, I licked the cum as it ran down the wall.
He moved beside me and pulled my head towards his cock. In a daze, I took him into my mouth. I could taste his cum and the musky scent of my ass and felt his cock quickly stiffening in my mouth. He leaned back against the wall and put his hands on either side of my head and guided my head up and down his growing shaft.
“Oh god, I hit the jackpot with you. You’re a cum loving little cock sucker arent’ you?”
I moaned into his crotch, but wouldn’t take his cock out of my mouth long enough to reply.
“Yea, I got some more for you, keep sucking slut.”
I sucked feverishly, stroking his cock in time with the motions of my starving mouth, craving his cum.
His hand went to my forehead and he pushed me back slightly. He began quickly stroking his cock as he bent my head back and a low guttural moan escaped me. “Here you go”, he said as his cock erupted. His hot cum splashed on my face. I tried to catch it in my mouth, but several gobs of it landed on my forehead, my cheek and in my hair before his hand released my head as I was straining to get my mouth back to his cock. I took him in my mouth again in time to feel the last pulses of his load fill my mouth with the rest of his hot cum. When he’d finished cumming, he pushed me back all the way to the floor and said, “You can finish yourself now”.
My hand went quickly to my aching cock and within two strokes, my cum was shooting out onto my belly.
“Now clean up your mess and come with me,” he barked.
I wiped my hand across my puddled belly and brought it to my mouth. I licked my hand clean and then wiped the cum from my face toward my mouth, cleaning myself up as best as I could.
He was pulling his pants back up and doing his belt and I quickly did the same. Without a word, he walked out and I followed.
We walked several blocks, him in front and me following behind. Thoughts rushed trough my head, but nothing that made any sense to me, just that I’d been raped by another man in a public restroom and I liked it. No, I didn’t just like it, I loved it and I was following him wherever he wanted to take me because I would do anything for more.
He walked into an apartment building and up to a door. He produced a key, opened the door and went inside. I followed behind. Even in my present state, I was shocked by what I saw. There were several guys moving around the apartment, all of them were naked. In the middle of the room, on the floor, there was a guy tied on his back to a low table with one guy fucking his ass and another fucking his mouth. I stood frozen with shock, fear and most of all arousal. I found myself staring at the guy on the table and realized that all of my emotions had filtered into one thing. Jealousy. I wanted to be in his place.
“Look what I brought”, announced the guy that I came in with.
Several of the guys looked over and smiled. Knowing smiles.
I stood awkwardly watching the scene in front of me as the guy I came in with walked off. I still didn’t know his name, but heard somebody call him Bill.
I just stood there watching the two guys fucking the guy on the table. I could feel my cock stiffening in my pants again. After a few minutes, both the guys came and then walked away, leaving the guy tied to the table, covered in cum.
Bill walked over to me and felt my hard cock through my pants. “You want your turn don’t you?”, he smiled at me.
“Yea”, I croaked through my anxiousness.
“Then put that eager mouth of your’s to work cleaning him up, then we’ll give you all the cock you can handle.”
I dropped to my knees at the end of the table. His knees were tied back, exposing his ass for their use. My mouth went to the inside of his thighs. I licked and sucked all the cum that had been sprayed there and moved to his ass. My tongue started at the bottom of his crack where the cum had run and pooled. I lapped at it hungrily and ran my tongue up his crack and over his reddened hole. I licked my way up over his cum soaked balls and the puddles of cum on his stomach that he had shot on himself. I was vaguely aware of several guys sitting in chairs around me, stroking themselves as they watched me move up to the stray shots of cum on his chest and finally licking the cum from his face and mouth as I untied him.
One of the guys helped him from the table and led him away as I lay down in his place. It was my turn to be used and my cock throbbed in anticipation.
I put my feet up on the end of the table and looked around at the guys still stroking themselves as they watched me.
Two of the guys got up and moved towards me and each took an arm and moved them into the restraints on the table. Their cocks bobbed just above my face as they tightened the straps. The one that was tying my left hand noticed my wedding band and laughed, “I wonder if his little lady knows what a cock hungry whore her husband is.” I said nothing, just stared at the beautiful cocks dangling above my face. They fastened the straps around my knees and secured them back towards my chest and then each moved to take a nipple into their mouth. My back arched with the aching that shot through my body as their tongues moved over my nipples, alternately licking, sucking and nibbling. Then they moved away and went back to stroking their cocks as I lay there aching.
After a few minutes, they began to taunt me, they stroked slowly, letting me have a good view and asked me if I wanted their cocks. I didn’t hesitate for a moment to beg them to fuck me any way they wanted.
When they’d heard me beg long enough, they moved in and took me, all of them. They took turns fucking my ass. They stood over my head and fucked my mouth and I jerked off anyone I could reach. I don’t know how long it went on for, but remember one guy standing over me and cumming on my face and as he walked away, the room was empty. I lay there completely covered in cum and exhausted. I drifted off to sleep.
It was still dark outside when I awoke to the sound of a door closing. I lookedup and saw my wife enter the apartment. Someone must have gotten the hotel room key out of my pocket and told her where I was. I laid there while she looked at me, not really knowing what her reaction would be. Just then, Bill came walking naked out of one of the bedrooms. He seemed unfazed by her being there and walked up to her and said, “Did you know that your husband was such a slut?”
She looked him up and down and said, “I can’t say as I blame him.”
I guess I had my answer when she dropped to her knees in front of him and took his cock into her mouth. I lay there and watched my wife suck the cock of the man who’d used me all night. Incredibly, my cock began to stiffen again as I watched.
Bill and my wife looked over and saw my rising hard-on and Bill said, “Didn’t you get enough yet?”
My wife smiled and said, “Apparently not”. She moved over to the table where I was laying and knelt by my head. Bill came over and straddled the table over me. My wife began sucking his cock again, just above my face. I lay there and watched his cock move in and out of my wife’s mouth. Bill reached down and untied me so that I could lift my head to suck on his balls. We sucked and licked him together until I felt his balls pull tight and he began to cum into my wife’s mouth. I watched her swallow as much as she could until the rest came out of her lips and dripped into my mouth. She bent to kiss me and pushed her tongue into my mouth along with much of the cum that Bill had shot in her mouth. Bill turned and went back to bed, saying over his shoulder, “I’ll look you up again before you head home.”
My wife replied, “Make sure you find us both.”

Chapter 2: Leviticus Reorganizes the Anglins’ Lives
(AUTHOR’S NOTE: So far in the story. Leviticus Johnson is a magnificent, black giant. 6′4″, 58-inch chest, 30-inch waist. Huge muscles; huge nipples; huge balls full of superior African American cream; and a huge, heavily veined, dark black cock. He prowls the upscale malls in wealthy Dallas suburbs, finding very rich white women and sometimes couples, to do things to for money.
The Anglin’s have been married for 10 years. Wife Diana is an exotic beauty, who is perfect and natural from head to toe. She is 5′ 41/2″, 36-C, 115 pounds, an exquisite olive-skinned beauty of mixed ancestry. She is desired by all who see her. Diana grew up fast in a dusty, West Texas town, on the wrong side of the tracks. She did what she had to do from a very early age until she met Wade Anglin. Wade, 20 years her senior, is tall, handsome, good natured, and utterly, filthy, inherited-money rich. He took her out of a dead-end job in a shitty diner, and whisked her off to a mansion in Dallas. He married her just before she turned 19. She was the real pretty woman.
Diana and Wade saw Mr. Johnson at the upscale Galleria Mall in north Dallas and his appearance literally stopped them in their tracks. Two hours later, they were all headed to the Anglin mansion in the Anglins’ new Mercedes. Wade was driving with a raging hard-on as Mr. Johnson did things to his now-naked, beautiful, very hot, very wet young wife.)

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For a man with little formal education during the traditional years, Leviticus Johnson was blessed with great business acumen and organizational skills. The way he managed his money and his life were testament to that.
But Mr. Johnson did understand the value of education, and had successfully completed courses in economics, business, and finance, among others, at a prestigious Dallas-area university. He used his innate abilities and academic teachings to manage his personal finances, and had proven to be a savvy businessman.
It didn’t take him long, just three days in fact, to completely reorganize the Anglins’ home. After what was realistically a honeymoon for two days with the beautiful wife, Diana, Leviticus had used his position of superiority over Wade Anglin to convince him to open a joint checking account. Mr. Johnson’s was the second name on the account, and together, he and Wade made an initial deposit of $250,000. It was, he told Wade, his “walking around money.” The submissive husband’s reward was that he was allowed to do things to Mr. Johnson’s long, thick, ebony cock in the front seat of his new Mercedes.
After the short-term finances were handled, Leviticus evaluated the personnel employed by the Anglin estate. There were two housekeepers working alternate days, a cook, stable hand, and a small crew of landscapers. All three groundskeepers were illegal aliens, only one spoke English. Mr. Johnson gave all but the grounds crew a six month paid leave and sent them on their way. He didn’t want the landscaping to deteriorate for fear that it might raise suspicions.
That done, Leviticus called two trusted friends of his to complete the reorganization. The first was his best friend Jeremiah Logan — Doctor Jeremiah Logan. Dr. Logan was 75 but looked years younger and had some admirable skins on the wall. He graduated from the University of North Carolina, and then attended Duke University School of Medicine. His specialty was Psychiatry. For years he had a thriving practice in New York City, and held a tenured position on the faculty of New York University.
Dr. Logan, a widower, has four children, 9 grandchildren, and two great grandchildren. He is retired from his practice and from NYU, but still does special consults, and has a very small practice in Dallas.
He learned of Leviticus Johnson before he actually met the man. His first two patients in Dallas, through some unbelievable coincidence, were white men whose wives had fallen under the spell of “a magnificent black giant.” He had changed both of their lives forever.
Curious, Dr. Logan initiated a meeting with Mr. Johnson, and the two became instant, fast friends. Leviticus and the doctor had similar dark sides and very dark skin as well. The men shared their secrets and laughed often and heartily through a leisurely dinner as they discussed their conquests, and the white folks they used.
For years, Dr. Logan had enjoyed dominating whiteys. He wasn’t gay, but he had no reservations about stripping a white man down to completely break him down. He had touched many white genitals in the process of controlling and humiliating, and he had received more blow jobs than he could count from his patients because he was benevolent to an extent and they needed to taste him so bad.
His hobby was all about superiority not homosexuality, and about helping white folks realize their true place in life. He started slow and was very controlled while his wife was alive, but when his beloved passed away, he picked up the pace considerably.
Leviticus called Dr. Logan on Sunday because he really needed to get Wade out of the way. Jeremiah showed up Monday evening with an SUV full of equipment and did just that. Wade’s first job for the doctor was to offload the things which would be used on him. Mr. Anglin was naked and straining as he moved the heavy boxes. Doctor Logan was obviously an expert, and the timid husband was more than a little afraid.
Mr. Johnson’s second call was to his former sixth grade teacher, Miss Rose. He worshipped her when he was her pupil. She was the only person who ever cared enough about him to make him work hard to reach his full potential.
Never beautiful, but always elegantly attractive, Miss Rose was an eyeful. In her youth, she stood 6′ 2″ and, while voluptuous, had a perfect hourglass figure. The years had treated her well.
She had an ageless face framed by elegantly coiffed gray hair, and while age had shrunk her at least two inches, with heels she could still look Leviticus in the eye. She was heavier now by 20 pounds, and her gigantic bosom must have grown two cup sizes, but the hourglass shape was still very much in tact.
The two had kept in close touch over the years, exchanging visits, and sharing the most intimate details of their lives. She had never married and had no close living relatives, so it was no problem for her to get on the first plane headed to DFW from New York.
Leviticus treated her to first class seating and his service had a limo waiting when the wheels touched down. When he delivered Miss Rose to the Anglin estate, the driver also brought a trunk filled with clothes and accessories that Mr. Johnson had requested be picked up at his home.
Now the gang was all here, and they went efficiently to work.
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Leviticus couldn’t resist reliving the weekend in his mind. It had been very special indeed. Throughout the day and into the night Saturday, Diana had fallen head over heels in love with her beautiful Black Master. Everything about him — his huge muscles, his huge nipples, his huge hands, his huge cock – turned her on as she had rarely been turned on before.
And his technique, a wonderful combination of pain, pleasure, and humiliation had her literally eating out of his hand. When they were in bed, she felt so very small as she curled against him. Diana was his beautiful little girl and he kept her moaning for hours upon hours. She still came before Leviticus could penetrate her completely, but then, most white women did.
She was learning to accept his full length and girth in all of her holes, and Leviticus couldn’t get enough of the exotically beautiful wife of Wade Anglin. He stayed on her until she fell into exhausted sleep. More often than not she slept fitfully with his huge, semi-hard cock still inside her, and would wake two or three times during the night as Mr. Johnson stroked her swollen tits, or spanked the perfect round ass.
He loved to watch her escape from sleep as his cock grew inside her. She needed sleep so bad, but the incredible black cock could not be denied. As he hardened, she first whimpered in her sleep, then jerked awake as his raging cock filled her drippy hole completely.
She often dreamed of her first date in public with Mr. Johnson, and of the other men that Leviticus was telling her she would meet. After all, why shouldn’t she do her part to help Mr. Johnson stay here and work on her, rather than tending to his business ventures?
Sunday dawned lazy, sunny and warm. Leviticus loved Sunday mornings, especially when he was working a new mark. He was not a religious man, but he was considerate and wanted his client or clients to have the opportunity to attend a worship service. He chuckled as he thought it. It just got everyone off to a good start in the new week.
He had a special technique for Sunday mornings. Because there was so much of him to explore, and because he was so dark black, a client might not discover and pay enough attention to his huge testicles and amazingly large ball bag during the early stages of their domination. He was proud of his scrotum which housed testes as big around as ping pong balls.
He had his tailor make him several pair of white spandex shorts with ornate gold trim. He had described what he wanted based on long-ago memories of a robe some minister in some church somewhere had worn.
The shorts left the bottoms of his dark black, muscular, round ass cheeks exposed, and did virtually nothing to hide his huge, heavily veined cock. A seam was sewn in such a way that it pulled the skimpy shorts deeply into his ass crack, and a precise split in that seam allowed Leviticus to pull his huge sack out into public view. From below, his balls contrasted with a snow white background, and quickened the pulse of his bitches.
Deep purple-black and bulging, his scrotum looked like an exotic, ripe fruit. His girls, the rich women of North Texas, simply had never seen anything like it. And, they had never tasted anything like it either.
Diana looked ravishing as she worshipped his balls. Her wavy, soft, hair flowed over his thighs, and her creamy skin was gleaming. She was completely naked, and holding her hands behind her back as he had instructed her to do. Leviticus sighed softly as the young wife moved her sensuous lips and hot, wet tongue over his scrotum. She was excited and moaning as she sucked at the bag and the huge testicles. Leviticus, his coal black skin shining, his muscles beautifully defined, had spread his legs over the arms of the big leather chair to give Wade’s wife complete access to his ball sack.
As he pulled and twisted his own huge, hard nipples, Leviticus was watching Wade. The husband was on his belly on the floor watching his wife humiliate herself. His legs, arms and head were all up off the carpet, and he had broken a sweat straining to hold the uncomfortable position. He was not allowed to watch if he wasn’t in pain.
“Wade,” Mr. Johnson’s deep voice carried over the slurping sounds Diana was making. “Is your wife’s cunt wet?”
“Aaawwwwww God… yes, sir. Her… cunt… is… oooohhhhgod… it’s soaked,” the exhausted man moaned out.
“Doesn’t she look beautiful this morning, Wade?”
“Hhhhhhnnnnnggggggg… God… yes, sir.” Wade was having a religious experience of sorts as well.
“Crawl to her Wade,” Leviticus demanded, “and cup her cunt with your hand.”
It took a real effort for Wade to get moving. His muscles were sore both from the position he was in and from the position that Mr. Johnson had bound him into the night before. He was embarrassed that his cock was throbbing hard and dripping pre-cum as he moved toward his wife.
“Just cup it, Wade. Do not insert any part of your hand into her.”
Diana jumped and moaned loudly as her husband’s hand cupped her naked, vulnerable, sweet, wet pussy. Her husband sounded almost like he was crying. Touching Diana, but not being able to have her, was absolute torture.
“Ohhhhhh God… yes… yes sir… she’s… aaaaaawwwwww… so hot… sooo wet… God help me.”
Diana continued to moan and worship the huge, black nut sack with her mouth. Right there, right in front of her husband, she groveled at the feet of her Black Master, soaking his balls with her saliva.
How was she to feel for God’s sake? She loved Wade, but she was in love with Mr. Johnson, and now completely addicted to Black.
“Lick your wife’s asshole, Wade.”
Now, more wet, slurping noises could be heard as Wade went to work on Diana’s sensitive anus. He loved watching Wade tongue fuck his wife’s ass while Diana drooled all over his huge, swollen nut sack.
Mr. Johnson let them continue worshipping for awhile, but soon he needed more. His huge cock was being held in place by the tight spandex and it was starting to hurt like hell.
Leviticus took his balls away from Diana’s sucking mouth, and carefully put them back inside the obscene shorts. Then he maneuvered so that he could strip the shorts from his body. Mrs. Anglin’s moans of dismay soon became moans of incredible pleasure as he dragged his now-free cock all over her gorgeous face and through her silky, fragrant hair. Then he moved her up onto him and began to impale her on his cock. Slowly, ever so slowly, he lowered her until he was black-pubic-hair deep in her pussy. She started to move on him, milk him with her hot, creamy pussy, but he stopped her.
“No baby girl,” he whispered. “Just be completely still. Suck daddy’s big, black nipples, but don’t move.”
“Aaaawwwww God, yes… ooooohhhh noooo,” the beautiful, young wife moaned. Diana didn’t have to search long to find the huge, hard nubs. They strained out from his chest, dominating the muscular landscape like weird sexual beacons.
He began to stroke Diana’s back with both hands, with teasing, light touches. Even her back was perfect. She had broad shoulders for such a small girl, an impossibly tiny waist, that oh-my-god-in-heaven ass, and tight little muscles just under the silky skin. Leviticus moved his hands up and down her sides from armpit to waist, and goose pimples covered her back. Then he found a most sensitive area in the small of her back, just where her perfect, round ass globes began to rise. She jerked involuntarily and moaned as he moved his large, black fingers in feathery touches over that skin. And, she hunched down hard against him as his fingers moved teasingly up her velvety ass mounds.
When he ran his fingers through the deep crevice dividing her cheeks, she reached back and spread them so he could find her dark-pink, puckered asshole.
He would, from time to time, grab her soft, fragrant hair, pull it hard, and move her face to the other nipple, dragging her hot, wet, open mouth across his dark black, muscular chest.
Both the young wife and her wonderful Black Master were feeling incredible sexual tension in their loins. Their low belly muscles were contracting even though there was no visible movement and hadn’t been for some time. This was an almost unbearable, but sweet torture for both of them, and both of them were moaning more loudly as their need grew.
“Wade,” Mr. Johnson said to the humiliated husband still on his knees watching, “come close. Use your tongue on us.”
Poor Mr. Anglin, who was also wracked by the sexual tension, crawled to them. He moaned a horrible moan of surrender and began to lick his wife’s asshole and the black man’s huge ball sack. He could taste his wife’s sweet juices on the coal black scrotum and it drove him mad.
They stayed coupled like this for a very long time, enjoying the hot sensations and Wade’s wet tongue. Finally, they allowed themselves a little movement and that, coupled with the frantic stimulation the inferior white husband was providing, drove them both over the edge. Leviticus pulled Mrs. Anglin’s face to his and ran his hot tongue into her sweet mouth as he shot a huge load into Diana’s fire hot cunt. Her pussy could not hold all their cum, and soon Wade had a big cleanup job to do. He whimpered as he ate the hot cream that tasted like both of them.
This really was a perfect start to the new week.
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Miss Rose quite simply thought she had died and gone to heaven the first time she saw her new charge. Diana was exquisite, simply perfect from head to toe; a golden skinned, dark eyed beauty with a sensual, exotic look that immediately brought out the nurturing instinct in the teacher. However, Miss Rose thought, as Leviticus displayed the young wife in all her naked glory, I’ll punish her when I have too, just like I did all the kids who came through my classroom. And I’ll punish her just for fun.
Tuesday was to be a busy day for Mr. Johnson, so Miss Rose came for Diana early. It was time to get started, and the teacher couldn’t wait.
She watched them for awhile. Diana looked so small next to her former student. She knew that Leviticus, so perfect, so handsome, was still inside the white girl’s delicious pussy. She gently woke Mr. Johnson, and he carefully pulled away from Mr. Anglin’s wife. Diana moaned in her sleep as the fat, black cock left her, and Miss Rose could see her very, very moist, deep-pink cunt lips as Leviticus rolled away.
“Where’s… oooohhhhh God. Oooohhhhhh shit… don’t leave… aaaaawwwww… so… hot. Please… ”
Miss Rose looked down on the beautiful girl. Her golden skin gleamed and the deep-red-brown nipples strained toward the older black woman as if begging to be touched.
“Oh baby,” the teacher said, “you’ve got it real bad don’t you? Don’t worry, little girl, Miss Rose is here.”
The old woman’s hands moved toward Diana, and the long, sharp, bright red nails began to tease the young woman’s creamy, swollen tits.
Diana thrust her breasts up even higher, “Oooohhhh pleeeease, Miss Rose.”
The teacher took control of Diana’s nipples and rolled them, pinched them, squeezed them, with her strong fingers. It didn’t take long for Mrs. Anglin to fall completely under the spell of this elegant, old black woman. Diana began to moan loudly so that Miss Rose would know how much she liked it.
The teacher sat beside her young prey on the magnificent king-sized bed, and moved one hand down Diana’s tight, smooth belly. The skin was warm and soft, and she could feel little muscles twitching