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This idea came to me as I’ve rereading Carly’s Fantasy. I wanted to tell the story from her standpoint and, at the same time, clean up some of my mistakes. I wanted this story to feel a little less rushed and explore a little more of Carly’s thoughts and feelings. Consider this story a rough retelling. Both characters have told their recollection of the events and there will be some differences but I’ve tried to keep the dialogue mostly the same. Expect it to be a little bit longer and more fleshed out but don’t worry about verbatim replication of Jay’s version.

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My name’s Carly. You’ve heard from Jay but we thought you’d like to hear my side as well. Jay’s a guy so, well, he focuses a lot on the sex and his memory is a little spotty on the non-sex. We’ve been together a long time now and let’s just say that his version of events isn’t the most accurate in the world. In Jay’s mind, women dropped to their knees left and right but it was never that easy.

A little about me. I’m first generation American. My Grandfather was about as traditional as you could get and watching the communists take over and then transform China motivated him to get his son and my mom out of China as quickly as possible. They escaped to Hong Kong and scrounged a life together there but when my mother got pregnant, they didn’t want me to be raised in the Fragrant Harbour with all the crime and corruption. They were one of the really lucky few who won the visa lottery to get a green card and moved here. I was their precious Asian princess, born in America only three months after moving here and they treated me exactly as you’d expect. Protective and pressuring, they pushed me to be the very best I could be. Other parents would have been proud of their daughter graduation Salutatorian, but my Dad gave me sympathy because, “I know how much you wanted to be Valedictorian, Carly.” I know a lot of Asian kids feel like they were never good enough for their parents. I’m lucky. My parents weren’t like that. But they did have ridiculous expectations for me and the stress of trying to meet them was always tough.

On top of that was the dating. My Mom and Dad were always trying to set me up with “nice Asian boys.” Their idea of a good match was a smart, studious, quiet Asian boy that I could settle down and have 2.5 babies with. But I yearned for something else. When I was younger, I didn’t quite understand it. And by the time I was old enough to be able to put a finger on it, I was always terrified to talk to my father about it. I didn’t want an Asian boy. I wanted a white man.

I wish I could tell you what started the feelings. Maybe it was rebellion over my parents’ matchmaking. I know I felt frustrated that not even my love life was beyond their perceived influence. But I think it went a lot deeper and darker than that. I remember watching a documentary about early British influence in Hong Kong. Most of it was pretty bland but what really captured my imagination was the stories of early British traders who developed relationships with the locals. They’d sail into port and trade spices for women. Not just any women though. Elegant, trained geisha. Women bred for sex. The thought should have horrified and repulsed me but I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I discovered how to masturbate fantasizing about these stories. Being one of the women. Or a modern equivalent. I imagined a faceless white man claiming me. Claiming other women and making me do his bidding.

Our fantasies in our formative years are powerful. Jay always talks about how his thing for stockings and chokers comes from some silly movie he saw when he was 12. I think he’s right though. You never fully outgrow those first fantasies. And so I knew that I was never going to be happy without at least TRYING a white guy.

In high school, I didn’t really do much dating other than the random date my parents forced on me. I was too scared to even think about dating anyone else while I was living with my father. And then I went to college at a somewhat girl heavy Ivy League college so pickings were slim there. You’d think I’d have enjoyed the attentions of some preppy, entitled frat guy but, frankly, their attitudes turned me off completely. I wanted a unicorn. Someone who would treat me like an object before and during but like a cherished toy afterwards. And so I stayed mostly dating Asian boys, sent pictures to my parents, and told them my love life was good.

After college, I threw myself into work and quickly moved up the ladder at the software development company I went to work for. We had a couple big hits on some corporate software and that gave us the money to build out a game division that I worked heavily in. I loved the work. It was super fulfilling and I got to stretch my creative muscles. Like most tech companies, it was a total boys’ club and some of the guys even appealed to me but I never felt comfortable enough to go after them. I think I came off as cold and aloof. I’ve been told I have a bad case of ‘resting bitch face’. escort ataköy Maybe that’s part of it, I don’t know. Whatever it was, the few guys that I felt had that mix of dominance and kindness never gave me any interest and I really started to think that I’d never get to enjoy what I really wanted.

And then came that fateful trip back home to Orlando. A whole bunch of us from high school decided to hookup at Disney for an extended weekend. I wasn’t really close to many of my high school friends anymore but it still sounded like a fun trip. Truly, I hadn’t thought about Jay in years and while I’d be lying to say I NEVER thought about him that way, it wasn’t something I was considering for the weekend.

But let me tell you, all that changed when we got there. People change over time and Facebook pictures don’t always do a person justice. In high school, Jay had been a bit nerdy. A bit quiet. He was nice. And pretty confident as far as the smart kids went. But he didn’t have that “know yourself” kind of confidence that women find attractive. He was also kind of scrawny. But not anymore. When I saw him walk in, I almost couldn’t believe it and my body had an instant reaction. I was hanging out in the hotel lobby, enjoying some drinks with the people that had already gotten there. Kyrsten and I were laughing about something ridiculous and making plans for the weekend. She’d already told me about her goal to hook back up with Roland so I knew what she was thinking.

But when Jay walked in, both of us went silent. “Who’s that?” Kyrsten asked and I turned my head to see a guy walking in that took my breath away. He was wearing jeans and a tight, long sleeve t-shirt that showed off a firm body underneath. He clearly had muscles but wasn’t overly muscle-bound. His dark brown hair flopped around boyishly and his eyes searched the room behind the lavender sunglasses he was wearing. Something about that rang my bell. It spoke of a certain amount of self-confidence that really appealed to me. Kyrsten whispered, “Holy shit… is that Jay Simpson? He cleaned up nice.” The redheaded sexpot dropped her sunglasses to get a better look as our high school friend checked in. Roland showed up as he was checking in and the two friends greeted each other with a ridiculous high five and the classic, “I’m not gay” hug that guys do. I snickered a little, marveling at how you can grow up and enter the real world for a decade but still fall right back into your high school patterns with the right people.

Roland also looked pretty good and whatever interest had piqued in Kyrsten with regards to Jay evaporated when she saw his ripped, 210 pound black friend. Kyrsten and Roland had a sort of on-again, off-again relationship. As we were watching the two say their hellos to their other friends, Jenn walked up. Jenn and Kyrsten had been best friends since elementary school. I was late in joining them and while they’d welcomed me, I’d never fully fell into their social group. Maybe my race kept me away or maybe my cool attitude did. Either way, it just had never been quite the same with me as it was with them.

“What are you two staring at? Who’s that guy with Roland?”

“Jay Simpson,” I replied quietly as I continued to study him. I noticed none of the shy awkward boy I remembered. He walked with the self-confidence that only comes from growing up and getting comfortable with yourself and I was already more than a little turned on.

“No shit… wow… He looks pretty good considering,”

“Considering what?” I asked.

“He and his girlfriend broke up a couple months ago. Don’t you pay attention to Facebook? Half the reason for this trip was so his friends could try to take his mind off of it.”

“What happened? Was it bad?” Kyrsten asked, not taking her eyes off of Roland.

“I guess. I didn’t press for details. I got the impression she might have cheated on him but I don’t know. Either way, he seems okay now.”

“Or he’s putting on a brave front,” I said, studying him from afar for any signs of that.

“It’s a pretty good front,” Kyrsten said suggestively.

“Get your mind out of the gutter, ho,” Jenn said and the two friends laughed easily with each other.

I went to bed that night and masturbated to my favorite fantasy of being taken and owned by a white Master. But this time, it wasn’t a faceless image. Jay’s knowing smirk is what I saw and it made me cum harder than I could ever remember.

—

The next day, we all met up at the park together. Jenn and I rode over with Kyrsten while Jay, and Roland rode together in Jay’s rental. Kyrsten and Jenn talked about Roland the whole way and I could tell things were going to get interesting between them. I’m not sure Kyrsten had noticed that Jenn seemed interested in him as well. I think she was still oblivious at that point but she was going to figure it out pretty soon.

In fact, that whole first morning was AWFUL. Jay doesn’t remember it escort avcılar that way. But it was. Let me tell you. It was terrible. You see, Jenn was slightly interested in Roland. Roland really wanted Jenn. Kyrsten really wanted Roland and to top it off, Jay was obviously trying to hookup with Kyrsten. And I was jealous beyond belief that this was all playing out while, once again, I didn’t get any attention.

Now look, I’m not unattractive. I’m thin, in good shape, have decent sized breasts. I’d even dressed a little skimpy for the day with a blue tank top, sheer bra and short shorts. But when a guy focuses on a specific girl they get tunnel vision Fortunately for me, that’s all it was but I didn’t know that at the time. All I could think was that, other than the fact that he seemed to only have eyes for my slutty redheaded friend, Jay was great.

I was really impressed with how well he took Kyrsten’s silent rejection very well as the two girls increasingly competed for his friend’s attention. Early on, we were waiting in line for Space Mountain. The other three were a little ahead of us in line and Jay and I got to talking.

“How’s the weekend going?”

“Not too bad, I guess,” he said.

“You glad to be back home?”

“I guess… It’s weird… I haven’t been back in a couple years. Orlando used to feel big but compared to the City it’s… well… not,”

“I know what you mean. Boston’s the same way.”

“Heh… don’t let a native New Yorker say that… they take that shit seriously,” he replied with a grin. The playful grin looked out of place within the perfect layer of stubble he was sporting. I looked into his green eyes, hoping to see something that might give me hope.

“I’m glad neither of us care about that.”

“Yeah, I’d long since have moved back to Florida if I could make it work. I miss the warmth.”

“Hey, at least in New York you don’t get THAT much snow. I live in Boston remember? We get so much snow we have to dumpster it to the fucking ocean!”

Jay laughed and I found another reason to like him. His laugh was genuine and mirthful, “I didn’t know that. That’s pretty bad. You should move somewhere warm where you can just lie around in a bikini all day.”

I paused. Was he flirting with me? He swears to this day he wasn’t. Jay says I made the first move but that line above is DEFINITELY flirting right? C’mon! “Are you saying you’d like me in a bikini?”

He looked at me, pausing himself this time as he raked his eyes up and down my body in an obvious physical assessment. “I mean… who WOULDN’T want to see you in as tiny bikini as you’d wear.”

“You might be surprised at the lack of size that some of my bikinis have.”

“Oh really?” he asked, “Maybe you’ll have to show me tomorrow.” His infectious smile returned and his eyes sparkled with a charming playfulness. I smiled back, enjoying the heat of the Florida sun on my skin. Neither of us said anything, I think both of us were reassessing the other in light of a decade of life experience.

“So what did you do with your life?” I asked.

He scratched his hair and looked away, a slightly self-conscious affectation that reminded me of how he used to be. “I got my undergrad at GT then went to grad school at Carnegie Mellon. I got out of school just in time for the financial crisis to be hitting but I was lucky. I got a job with a New York crisis management consultant who found booming business,” his wry smile returned and I laughed.

“Sounds exciting.”

“Not as exciting as founding a gaming company. That must have been hard.”

“Someone’s been facebook stalking,” I said. I kept my profile up to date but really hadn’t posted much in the last couple years.

Jay shrugged, “I like to know about my friends.”

“Are we friends, Jay?” we’d honestly never been particularly close in school and I would have characterized us more as good acquaintances. I couldn’t remember ever hanging out with him after school at any point.

He looked straight at me, “What’s the answer that gives me the best chance of seeing that bikini?”

I punched him gently on the shoulder, “Friends,” I said with a laugh.

“Good. I like having lots of friends.”

“Me too,” I said. We kept talking during the line which wasn’t as terrible as it sometimes is. We got to the front just in time to see Roland slide into the middle of the three seats. He had his hands on Jenn’s shoulders and Kyrsten was behind him. “That’s not a healthy dynamic,” I said to Jay.

“Yeah, Kyrsten seems destined for disappointment,” he replied with a frown.

“You were hoping to hook up with her this weekend?”

He nodded slightly, “Sort of… I’d thought about it. Probably shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up. I guess no matter how much changes, people still see you the way you were when you were kids.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that. She and I noticed you walk in last night and I think we both noticed the escort küçükçekmece changes.”

“Yeah? Both of you?” he asked, turning to face me. I tried to read him. Was he happy Kyrsten noticed? Me? Was he flirting again? I tucked my hair behind my ear and bit my lip, deciding to go for it.

“I bet every girl noticed, Jay. You’ve grown up into quite a man,” I said that last slowly and quietly in the crowded line. We were already standing pretty close and I brushed along his strong arms. The muscles underneath were hard and tight. I could feel my arousal rising.

“Interesting,” was all he said but the way his eyes flicked over me told me I’d scored some kind of point with him.

After the ride, we grouped up with Roland, Jenn and Kyrsten and figure out what to do next.

“Not quite as good as I remember it being,” Kyrsten said as she and Jenn walked along on either side of Roland who had an arm across both their shoulders possessively.

“Yeah… it was hella scary when I was a kid. You guys do okay back there?” Roland said with a laugh as he looked back to Carly and I.

“Yeah, bro. No problem. The little kid that was the third in our cart screamed in terror. Was kinda nice to have the reminder. I kept telling him, ‘the scary part is coming up next’ “

I shoved him playfully again. I knew I was trying to find excuses to touch him now but I didn’t really care, “You didn’t?!?”

He nodded and smiled back at me, dancing away from my friendly swipe and laughing. “What’s next, guys?”

“We should just work our way around the park and do whatever looks good. I don’t want to zig-zag and I came for the company not the rides.” Jay said.

Roland said, “Hell yeah,” and gave Jay a high five before squeezing Jenn a little closer. I glanced over to Kyrsten and could see her sadness. It was funny though, as I started to warm to Jay, I also started thinking about how unlucky Kyrsten was to be hung up on the wrong guy. If she’d been open to Jay’s interest, she’d probably already be making out with him on “It’s a Small World”. The thought surprised me though. It didn’t make me jealous. It actually made me kind of hot.

We kept working around the park, laughing and goofing off and generally enjoying the low-key day. We did the tea cups next and watching Jay’s strong hands grip the disc to spin us got me a little worked up again. “So how come you’re not dating anyone?” he asked as we spun leisurely. Some guys, like Roland, would try to impress a girl by spinning the cups into oblivion. Jay just casually spun us and kept the conversation going. I really appreciated that.

I shrugged as I lurched to the side and laughed. “Just haven’t met anyone that ticks all the right boxes yet.”

“What are the right boxes?”

“Oh there’s lots of them,” I said trying to be coy. I really didn’t want to admit that he seemed to tick off all the right ones. The most important two boxes were unclear though.

“What does Carly look for in a guy?” he asked, giving the cup a little jerk.

I looked at him and leaned back, spreading my arms on either side of the edge. “I like strong guys. Not meatheads. Not gym rats. I don’t need ripped. But they’ve got to take care of their body. They’ve got to be smart. The smarter the better,” I said looking at Jay. I knew that Jay was smart. And he knew it too. “And he’s got to be confident. I’ve been in too many relationships where the guy was looking to me to build him up. I don’t want that burden.”

“Boy. Sounds like a tough list,” he said with a wry smile. I think he knew he ticked all those boxes. “Is that all?”

I shook my head with a grin, “Oh no. There’s two more really important boxes. The most important boxes, actually.”

“Yeah? What are those?”

“I’m not sure we’re good enough friends for me to share those yet?” I flashed a smile.

His eyes perked up and he looked at me, “How close do I need to get to learn those boxes?” he said as he spun hard, intentionally using the moment to have me slide into him. He wrapped his arm around me and we laughed. “Close enough?”

I looked at him and pushed away gently, “Not that kind of close,” I said but the warmth between my legs belied the statement. I really, really wanted to tell him but this part of me was something I’d kept hidden from everyone else in my life out of fear. I wasn’t about to talk about it here on the most vomit inducing ride in the happiest place on earth. “What about you? Are you dating anyone?”

He shook his head, “I’ve got my own list. Maybe we’re just both too picky?”

“Tell me what your list is?” I said, intrigued.

“Uhmm… sure… Smart obviously.”

“Obviously? You don’t want some trophy headed ditz? You’ve got enough brains for two people, Jay.”

“Nice of you to say but one thing I’ve learned is that I don’t know everything and having someone intelligent to bounce ideas off of is never a bad thing.”

“What else?”

“Loyal,” he said simply.

“In what way? Doesn’t cheat or… uhmm… obedient… or something,” I said knowing that I was blushing.

He sort of chuckled, “I meant the first… interesting that your mind went to the second though.” The look he leveled me with cut right through me.

“Hey… I’m a deep and mysterious person,” I said trying to regain a little bit of my composure.

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I enjoy being a submissive to my husband, Alex. Our sex life is fantastic when it’s just the two of us, but several times a month he takes me out somewhere to find someone else for me to fuck. I never know where we are going. He chooses what I wear, and I never know the gender of the person I will be fucking, or the number of them for that matter. He does not demean me while doing this, instead he chooses a scenario that I have had a fantasy about, or that he has envisioned. It is meant to bring pleasure to both of us and allow us to fulfill fantasies.

My job is to tell him any fantasy I have. I describe them in detail while he fingers and licks my pussy. He helps me to enhance my sexuality in things that I would be afraid to do without his guidance. I never tell him no. If he chooses something for me, that is what I will do. Truth be told, every bit of it makes me hot. I love his deciding what I am going to and all the planning he puts into it.

This story is one I often replay in my head when he is out of town. I use toys to recreate what I can and I know how much my husband loves me because he gives me these fantastic nights. Not every husband is willing to allow his wife to fuck another man, much less groups of people.

First a little bit about myself. I am average height and average weight for a woman. I know how to play on my features and be either coy or downright slutty and I love both. I can turn heads when I want to. I love cock and I love pussy. Most of all I love pleasing my husband. We are in our early 40s and everything about us is “average.” We have the house with the white picket fence and 2.5 kids and dog. Soccer games, football games and cheerleading practice are on our daily schedules. We are typical family next door, but behind closed doors, especially bedroom doors, we are far more free.

I came home from work on a Friday night to find my husband sitting on our bed. He was naked, cock at full staff and ready for me. I dropped to me knee in front of him, happily taking his cock into my mouth. Once I got his full length in my mouth, I knew. He is only this hard when he’s about to take me out somewhere. My pussy tingled with excitement. I eagerly bobbed my head up and down the length of my cock. He grabbed my head, keeping it still.

“You are a slut tonight and I’m going to fuck your mouth the way I want to,” he commanded. Oh, my pussy got so wet.

As he held my head, his strokes were long, hard and fast. I had to resist the urge to gag and adjust a little bit so I could take his length down my throat.

“Oh, your hot mouth is better than your pussy tonight,” he groaned.

He only lasted a few minutes with his assault on my mouth before I was slurping up his sticky cum. He came so hard I couldn’t swallow it all. My mouth dripped with his cum. I didn’t want to waste any, so I wiped it off my face, rubbed it on my tits, then licked it off. I licked his cock nice and clean, making sure to get every drop.

My pussy was aching for relief, but I knew I wouldn’t be getting it. On our nights out, he wants me as wet as possible when I meet my partner or partners.

When Alex was finished he pulled me to a standing position and started removing my clothing. He led me to the bathroom, lifting me onto the counter, sliding my ass to the edge as I braced myself.

On the counter were the razor and shaving cream. With the agony my pussy was already in, this was going to be difficult. When he shaves my pussy I always struggle to keep from cumming. All the playing with my pussy gets me worked up.

He slathered my throbbing lips with shaving cream, meticulously using the razor to clean every hair from my pussy and ass. By the time he was done, my entire body throbbed with desire and anticipation. He gave my clit one slow lick before I got down. I couldn’t wait to get to wherever we were going, but I knew he would be slow, making me wait.

We returned to the bedroom for me to get dressed. I never know what the outfit is going to be. It can be anything from barely there to school marm, covered to my ankles with my hair pulled into a tight bun. Each part of the unknown fuels my excitement.

I already had a clue since he told me I was going to be a slut tonight. This probably meant barely there, or leather, or something along those lines. These were actually my favorite outfits, but I didn’t tell him that. I saw his cock harden whenever he dressed me in one of these outfits. Tonight was no exception. When he opened the box and revealed the outfit, he pulled my hand to his cock, which had hardened again. Another thing I never know during our adventures is if he will be part of them. Sometimes he does nothing but watch. Other times he is actively fucking me. I hoped tonight it would be the latter since his cock was hardening quickly. Nights like this usually meant I’d be in for a good, hard cock pounding.

The first item he pulled out was a lace garter belt. He held it out for me to step into. As he slid it up and over escort şişli my hips, I quivered. His hands were hot on my skin. Next came the stockings that were attached to the garters. He ever so slowly slid them up my legs, his palms firm on my legs so I could feel the heat of his hands. His fingers grazed near my clit, but never touched it. I wanted to feel his fingers so badly.

Tonight there were no panties. My pussy juice would be dripping down my legs. Next he pulled out a black mini skirt. As with the garter belt, I stepped into it with his hands running up my legs. It fell just a couple of inches below my ass. I do yoga to keep my body in decent shape and it has done wonders on my ass. I have a nice jiggle to it when I get fucked, but it looks firm and has a traditional heart shape. The skirt showed it off well. My last piece of clothing was a bustier that laced up the front. It didn’t cover much of my tits. It came up just over my nipples. My tits jiggled as I walked. They aren’t huge, but they are a mouthful and my nipples are very sensitive. I can cum just from having them played with.

I wore no jewelry except my wedding ring. My hair was down, just past my shoulders. My lips were a vibrant red and very glossy. My eyes were played up, but I doubted any man would notice them tonight. The final adornment was my shoes. Black 4″ heels. They had a pattern that came to mid calf that criss crossed and tied; another part of my submission.

He did something he had never done before after he finished dressing me. He reached for a small container that contained a green gel. He pushed up my skirt and spread the gel across my clit. It tingled on contact and it wasn’t from his touch. There was something in the gel that made me tingle. Every time I moved it tingled more. This was going to be the most excruciating pleasure.

He didn’t say another word. He just took my hand, leading me to the car. We got in and drove in quiet for about 45 minutes. I had to keep as still as possible or the gel on my pussy would start me tingling all over again. We stopped at an area and a bar I was not familiar with. We could hear some loud bass thumping as we got to the door. He opened the door for me, letting me go in first. There was definite anticipation mixed with apprehension. I didn’t know what was on the other side of the door.

When I walked in, it didn’t take long before heads were turning. My pale white skin stood out in this bar. There were a few other white couples in the bar, but it was mostly black and Hispanic. I was most certainly in the minority here. As I walked, the gel made my clit tingle. Each step brought most wetness in my pussy and incredible sensations.

We didn’t stop for a drink as we usually do. Instead we walked up to another couple and Alex asked them if they would like to dance with me. He then told them I liked both men and women and loved to be felt up as I danced. Soon the three of us were on the dance floor while he bought our drinks.

Dancing was exquisite and torturous at the same time. The gel on my clit was still very active and every move I made sent jolts straight to my pussy. I was also wedged between the couple, with the man behind me, grinding his cock into my ass, and the woman running her hands over my tits. My husband simply stood at the bar, watching. The man behind me started running his hands up my legs and under my skirt. When he could tell that there were no panties under my skirt, he went to slide it up. I started to tug it down.

Alex shouted, “Leave your skirt up. Show off that fine pussy and ass! Unless anyone minds that is.”

It started slowly, then I heard chants of “Pussy and ass, pussy and ass, pussy and ass…” It continued until I pulled skirt up around my waist, showing off the garters and stockings. When I did, a round of applause went around the bar.

My husband left the bar and joined me. He told me he wanted me to properly thank the couple for dancing with me. I didn’t understand what he meant until he placed each of my hands on their crotches. He asked the couple if they would like me to stroke them. The woman of the couple said she’d prefer if we both gave her husband a blowjob if we were agreeable to that. My pussy dripped as we waited for the response.

“Sure. My wife is happy to suck cock. Would you like privacy or an audience?” He asked.

“Oh, I don’t mind an audience,” she responded.

Things were moving quickly and my pussy was damn hot and wanting relief. We were on the edge of the dance floor as we pulled the husband’s pants down. A nice thick cock sprang to attention. It was dark but not black. Pre cum was already dripping from the head. I didn’t wait, lowering my mouth, taking as much in as I could. Lowering to my knees, I began to swallow his cock, or as much of it as I could. I struggled to get his length into my mouth without gagging.

“Let me show you how to deep throat,” his wife said. She proceeded to escort çapa swallow his whole damn cock in one swift move. I watched in awe as she easily manipulated his meat down her throat, quickly and his full length each time.

“Now you try,” the wife told me.

I tried again, still not able to take everything. I cupped his balls in my hand, giving them a gentle tug. He took this as a sign to shove his cock farther down my throat. I gagged as he did. His wife grabbed my head, sliding it up and down his cock, pushing me further and further with each stroke. When his balls slapped my face, I realized I had his entire cock in my throat. His wife continued using my head and mouth to fuck her husband. Alex simply stood behind me stroking my ass.

“Suck his big hard cock,” the wife told me repeatedly. “You look like you like having a cock in your mouth.”

This man had stamina. He continued pounding in and out of my mouth. His wife joined me, cupping and sucking his balls, licking the base of his cock when he pulled out of my mouth. My mouth hit her tongue as I stroked back down on him. Each time we touched I felt the fire in my pussy.

I heard the wife say, “I think he’s going to cum. I want some too.”

She pulled me off his cock so we could both suck and lick him when he came. I pumped the base of his thick cock while we licked away. As we continued, we were rewarded with a face full of cum. We licked and sucked until he was dry. I happily lapped the cum from his wife’s face, licking her mouth, taking her tongue deep into mine.

I almost screamed when my husband’s hand found my clit. I had been dripping for so long, and tasting cum on another woman only made my own need to cum stronger. His mere touch nearly sent me over the edge. He pulled me back and whispered in my ear, “You’ve been such a good girl, I’ll find you someone to lick your pussy.”

“Oh, yes, please,” I moaned, knowing it wouldn’t take me long to cum once I had a tongue on my now tender pussy.

He took me to the dance floor, with my skirt still at my waist as he stroked my ass. I didn’t know who in particular he was looking for, but he worked our way through the crowd, my pussy waiting in anticipation. Several people reached out to grab my ass, or run a hand over my pussy or tits as we made our way through the crowd. Finally he stopped. In front of me was a very good looking black man. He was tall and slim and medium toned skin. He looked like he worked out.

“Would you like to eat my wife’s pussy?” he asked the man.

“Hell yeah,” the man responded.

“Follow us,” my husband said.

He found us a table that came to about mid thigh on the men and put me on my back across it. It wasn’t a back room, but it was more remote than the dance floor. You could still easily see us from the bar and the dance floor. As you’ve figured out, I have no problem with having people watch me have sex. Knowing that people are watching me and that there are men who would fuck me given the chance, makes it far more exciting to me. I’m also quite vocal when I fuck, so being discreet isn’t really an option anyway.

My husband looked at the man, saying, “She’s all yours.”

The man knelt in front of me, eagerly lapping at my pussy. My husband dropped his pants, pulled my head back and stuck his cock in my mouth.

I had my first orgasm in minutes. It had been a long time coming. My screams were muffled around my husband’s cock, but I knew people had heard me and were watching us.

“You’re attracting quite a bit of attention,” my husband said. “You’ve got plenty of people watching you suck my cock while you get sucked. You like that, don’t you. You like having people watching you fucking.”

I could only groan in response. My mouth was full.

The man licking my pussy did not let up after I came. His tongue probed everywhere, including sliding back to my ass.

My husband told him, “Oh, she has a tight ass. See if you can get it loosened up for her.”

The man slid three fingers into my pussy, fucking me furiously, getting my pussy nice and wet while he continued to eat me. Being a slut was exactly what I wanted tonight. I felt another orgasm building. The finger fucking came faster and harder until I burst. My cum flowed down the man’s fingers, which he spread on my ass. He wasted no time in sliding a finger in and pumping away.

“Yeah, loosen her ass up. She’s going to need it,” my husband stated.

Damn. What else was going to happen tonight, I wondered. I didn’t have time to think much, because the man slid a second finger into my ass, while tonguing my clit. My husband continued to pump his cock in and out of my mouth. The sensations flowing across my body were pure bliss.

When the man pushed three, then four fingers into my ass, I pulled my mouth off my husband’s cock and screamed as yet another orgasm hit me.

“Oh, yeah, fuck my tight ass,” I screamed. “Eat my wet pussy,” escort bahçeşehir I begged him. He continued until the orgasm subsided.

“Oh, that ass is nice and wide now,” the man said as he licked around my hole.

“You can fuck her if you want until I get back,” my husband stated.

The man wasted no time in sliding into my pussy. He slid in easily since I was damn wet. I had been denied an orgasm for hours, then given three inside of an hour. I’m sure I reeked of sex.

The man fucking me undid the ties on my bustier, freeing my tits. He pinched and pulled them while he slammed his cock into my wet pussy. My tits are sensitive to begin with, but the sexual frustration and the excitement of the crowd gathering around us heightened my sensations. This man was using my body like his own fuck doll and I loved every minute of it. My body felt jolts of electricity going to my clit and tits each time he slammed his cock into me.

He was pounding away when Alex returned with another man. I struggled to focus as my pussy clenched around the cock fucking it. This man was built big. Everything about him was big. He had broad shoulders, was easily over six feet, large hands, a square jaw, and a huge cock inching closer to my mouth. He was easily 10 inches long and as big around as my wrist. His skin was black as coal.

I simply screamed as I came, my pussy clenched hard and tight around the man’s cock, giving it one hell of a massage.

“Shoot that cum on her tits,” Alex told the man fucking me. He moved quickly, his cock exploding with thick cum, covering my chest. My tongue stuck out, hoping to catch some that I could taste.

“Give her your cock to clean off. We don’t want you to have to leave with a messy dick,” Alex told the first man.

He eagerly filled my mouth with his still hard cock. I sucked him dry, cleaning his cum and my pussy juice from him. I love the taste of my pussy on a cock and welcome any chance to suck it off. When the man left, he gave me a good slap on my ass, telling me what a good fuck I’d been.

The new man had taken my hand, wrapping it around his monster cock. My fingers barely fit around him. I groaned with anticipation. His black hands massaged my creamy white tits. He replaced one hand with his mouth, nibbling and sucking on my hard nub. I squirmed all over the table.

Alex bent down to tell me, “This night is far from over. Shortly you will have your pussy and ass stuffed full of cock.”

“Oh yes, give me more,” I cried.

Alex took his place at my pussy. His thumb rubbed my clit as his cock slid into my pussy. His quick manipulation of my clit, along with the sight of my white hand around this big black cock had me cumming quickly. It was going to feel damn good when he filled my pussy with it.

As Alex continued pumping my cunt, the man gave me his cock to taste. Any woman that could take him into her mouth had my admiration. My mouth was stretched just to take in the width, not to mention the length. He was gentle as I worked to swallow as much as I could.

“You look beautiful with that big black cock in your mouth,” Alex told me. “And you have quite an audience.”

I attempted to turn my head, which was difficult with my mouth stuffed, but what I could see showed me that we were surrounded with watchers. Some of the crowd was issuing instructions to the two men.

“Fuck that pussy hard.”

“Shove that cock down her throat.”

“Grab those tits and work them.”

“Flip her over and give her a good fuck.”

The last comment registered somewhere. Alex maneuvered me so that I was on my hands and knees on the table. It was a bit of a relief since it made it slightly easier to suck the cock in front of me.

Each time Alex slid his cock into me, my mouth pushed forward onto the man’s cock. I wanted it in my pussy so badly, but Alex decided what happened. If I asked to have the man fuck me, he would make me wait longer, and I didn’t want to wait.

I felt something cold and wet on my ass. I realized that Alex was spreading lube across my asshole. He wasted no time in plunging his fingers deep into my hole. It wasn’t long before I felt the head of his cock pressing against my ass. It wasn’t the first time I had his, or any, cock in my ass.

A loud groan escaped my mouth as he plunged his full length into my ass in one swift move.

What came next came as a complete surprise to me, but was the fulfillment of a fantasy.

Alex pulled me off the cock in my mouth, straightening me so my back was against his chest. He held me up by my tits.

“It’s time,” Alex said to the other man.

What did that mean?

I found out when the man closed in on us, sliding his cock into my pussy.

A primal groan came from my throat as the monster cock slid into my pussy, stretching it wide. It was a good thing I was so wet or he probably would have ripped me open. As he slid further and further in, the pleasure began to come. Alex slowly slid in and out of my ass, as the man pushed further and further into my pussy. I had never been so stuffed.

It took a few minutes before the men were able to establish a rhythm, thrusting into my holes at the same pace. They were hitting spots of pleasure I never knew existed. I could no longer contain my pleasure.

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As you all may know, my wife and I spent our honeymoon with a black guy while I watched from a chair in our master bedroom. Connie is a little tease. She kept telling me how she wanted to spend her first birthday as a housewife. She wanted me to come up with suggestions and she wanted to hear good ones from me.

I suggested two black men this time. She smiled with a devilish grin and liked the idea. She went out the very next day and bought this sexy red dress which had a pull over jacket. She told me that night she planned on wearing it out to a club which was located downtown. It was an all black kind of club.

Connie spent a good part of Friday afternoon preparing herself for a night on the town. I heard her shower and later she shaved her pussy bald. She told me how black guys loved a nice shaven white married pussy to play with.

I might add here that Connie wouldn’t let me fuck her for two weeks leading up to her date night. She said she wanted to be really horny for her lovers. Plus, as Connie stated. She wanted my balls to start aching and laughed about it.

I was nervous when we arrived at this club. Connie leaned over the seat giving me a kiss before getting out of our car. She told me to wait in the parking lot. I sat there for almost two hours waiting and wondering what was going on inside that club.

I was escort mecidiyeköy about to get out of the car when I saw the door open and Connie walking out of the club with a black guy on each arm. They started walking toward our car and she opened the back door and got into the back seat with these black men.

She introduced me to John and David. They were all laughing as I drove out of the parking lot. I heard lots of things going on in the back seat. I knew Connie was kissing them because I could hear it. I tried looking in the mirror and only saw Connie arching up off the seat. I thought one of the black men was playing with her pussy.

Damn, I wish I could have stopped the car right there and turn around to watch. I kept driving and listening to them in the back seat. We arrived at our house. I pulled into the garage so the neighbors wouldn’t see anything. Connie got out of the car with her little thong in her hand. I could only imagine what was going on back there.

Connie brought them right into our bedroom while I fixed drinks for everyone. Connie sat on the edge of the bed explaining to John and David that I was a cuckold in training. They laughed and sat around talking. Connie told me to just sit in the corner and have the camera ready.

I took a few shots of escort beylikdüzü them talking. Connie started talking about their cocks and soon started unzipping their pants. She brought them out one at a time and examined each one like she was buying them in a grocery store. They began to slip out of some clothes. I watched Connie as she got down and started sucking on each black cock.

Once things got going, John walked over to get the camera and said I should just set back and relax. He told me that Connie wanted me to pull my pants down and play with my cock while she was busy with her men. She even looked at me to see if I was taking my pants off like John had mentioned. Her mouth was stuffed full of David’s cock at the time.

Connie’s mouth was full of black cock while I played with myself. It wasn’t very long before she mounted David’s cock sending it home deep inside her married white pussy. I heard David whispering to my wife. He said something along the line that he planned on packing that white pussy full of his seed.

He also said she’d have enough sperm in her womb to make a thousand black babies! I hoped it was only talk because as far as I knew, my wife was safely on the pill. John was getting nice close up shots of David banging my wife.

He must have brought escort esenyurt her to three orgasms before sending the first hot load of sperm deep inside my wife’s womb. They switched places and Connie was fucking John now. His cock was just as huge as his friends cock. Connie was really getting off as she looked my way before having another intense orgasm while riding that big black cock.

She hollered out for me to make myself cum as she rode that big thick cock. I did while she watched from on top of John’s cock. Connie was getting off watching me make myself cum while she fucked her black lover. He soon emptied his hot load deep inside her belly too.

What if Connie became pregnant? Which one of these men would be the father. I was only fantasizing but I certainly shot a huge load of cum straight up into the air. Some of it landed on my legs while some shot on the carpet.

Connie seemed satisfied after seeing me cum for her than said good night. I looked at her not knowing what she meant. She finally spoke out and told me to sleep in the spare bedroom tonight. She was going to be busy with John and David and she’s see me in the morning.

I got into the bed listening to my wife moaning in the other bedroom. I don’t remember exactly when I fell asleep but I knew they were still going at it when I dozed off. We took them back to the club the next morning where they left their cars. Connie gave both of them a kiss and said she’d be calling them in the near future.

It looks like I was becoming Connie’s little cuckold husband. I can’t wait until we plan our next little interracial adventure. In the mean time, I’ll be keeping an eye on Connie’s belly for any signs of growth!

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One day over a year later, Christy calls me.

I asked her why she had not called me until now. She explained after having sex with all those black men she was pissed at me. I remarked that I did pay her well though. She agreed.

She said another reason she did not call was that she had became pregnant after sex with all those black men. But, how could she not have gotten pregnant after receiving multiple inseminations? I asked her what did she do. She stated she had an abortion of course. Her family would have scorned her had she delivered a black baby. I told her I wish I had known and that I would have helped her deal with the pregnancy. I asked her if she was okay.

“You mean am I okay physically?”

“Yea.” I exclaimed.

“Well, yea, I am fine, after I did that gangbang and had the abortion, I visited a plastic surgeon.”

“You did, why?” I asked.

“Well, after all that fucking I did, I was very loose. So I found out there is a procedure that is done to tighten the vagina. So, I did it”

“Wow! Really? I never knew that”

“Yep, and its nice to have a tight pussy again.”

“The reason Im calling, Christy explained, is I need money again.”

“Oh really, how much?” I asked her.

“Well, I guess five thousand again.”

“Okay.” I calmly said.

“So what do I have to do?” she asked.

“You know that white sun dress you have?”

“Um, yea, why?” she asked.

“Put that on, and that only.”

“No pantys?” she asked.

“No pantys. Do it now, Im coming to get you.”

“What do I have to do?” she asked again.

“Don’t worry about it, you gon earn the five thousand though.”

“Oh, okay.” She stated nervously.

Around 7:30 p.m. escort etiler I arrived at Christy’s house. When she walked out, I could see the nervousness in her face. She was wearing the white sun dress and sandals. I could see through the white dress noticing she had no bra or pantys on.

As the sun began its descent, I drove Christy to the less fortunate side of town. Her face tightened and grimaced as I turned down a street parading black men everywhere.

“I knew it!” Christy exclaimed.

“What?” I asked.

“I got to fuck black men again!”

“Well five grand is a lot of money, so yea, I gon get my money’s worth.”

I pulled up next to a group of black men and announced I had some fine white pussy in the car. Immediately the black men surrounded the car. As they gazed into the car and viewed Christy sitting there nervously in her see through dress, I heard different remarks like “SHIT!” “OH FUCK!” “DAM!” “MOTHERFUCKA!”

I gripped Christy’s hand and led her out my car. I walked her into the back yard of some old wooded house with a pit bull chained to a tree and old cars everywhere. A group of about eight black guys followed us. I had Christy rest her arms on one of the old cars with her back to the black men and I.

An older chubby black man arpproached Christy and instructed her to remove her sun dress.

Christy looked bewildered and asked, “out here in public? Cant we go inside a house?”

“Don’t worry bout shit white girl, jus do wut I had said.”

I watched Christy slowly pull her white dress over her head and off exposing her slender white body to anyone nearby in the neighborhood.

The black man instructed escort nişantaşı her to lean over the car. “Put yo white ass up for me ho?

The old black man approached Christy from behind and pushed down his dirty worn pants, his big penis curving outward and growing. He gripped Christy’s waist with one hand and pushed his cockhead between her buttcheeks with the other hand trying to find the entrance to her tight pussy.

“Spread yo legs ho!” he exclaimed as his cock pushed against her vaginal opening. Her cunt resisted and his cock bent each time he tried penetrating her.

“OUUUCCHH!” Christy yelped as she felt the heavy dick begin to part her tight lips.

“Shit dis ho is tight!”

“OOOOOOOOOO…EASY!!!”

Christy’s eyes bulged, her mouth agape as the big penis moved forward and in reintroducing her to another black cock.

Christy’s small white body stood still, on her toes, her face squinting and grimacing from the forceful fuck her pussy was now enduring. She made no sound and appeared to be in shock. The black man gripping her small waist, holding her in place, working his stank cock inside her.

As I videoed Christy getting fucked, I looked around and saw other black men their eyes bulging, mouth salivating, and their cocks already out in their hand. Some were getting their cocks sucked by black women.

“Im bout to bust in you ho!” The older black man’s lips tightened, his old ass tightened as he felt his swell begin moving, his cock pulsating, and now spewing dank sperm inside Christy’s once bred womb. The old man jerked and gripped Christy hard bruising her waist emptying his full nuts. His eyes rolled up into his head, escort kağıthane “Aww fuck ho, dat was fuckin good!” He released his grip on her waist, backed up allowing his wet dick to fall out of Christy. Her pussy immediately farting streams of sperm on to the ground.

Immediately another black man (skinny and hung) laid Christy’s dress on the ground and had her lay on her back on the dress. “Hurry up ho an spred dem fuckin legs!” Christy did. The skinny man quickly found her fucked pussy and pushed in. As he penetrated her, his cock now opening her cervix, he began kissing her, deep tongue. Christy’s eyes watered from the stench of his stank wet mouth over her mouth, his tongue filling her mouth making her gag. His cock working like a machine in and out Christy. He stopped kissing her and she noticed a black man stretched out his cock pointing at her mouth. She now smelled his piss stained unwashed hard cock. He instructed Christy to open her fuckin mouth, and she did. I continued videoing as she was now getting her pussy and mouth fucked. Soon the skinny man began jerking, his ass tightening, “IM CUMMIN HO! IM CUMMING IN YOU HO!”

He pushed all his dick in her, getting more sperm in her womb. The other black man continued fucking Christy’s sore mouth. “Im bout to bust in yo mouth ho, an you bet not spit dat shit out! You hear me ho?” Christy mumbled yes. “AWWWW SHIT, HERE IT CUMS HO!” Soon her mouth filled with sperm, she swallowed as each spurt shot in her mouth. “OOOOO Shit, dis a good white ho hern!”

Another black man helped Christy stand. Her pussy still vomiting sperm. He led her back to the car and entered her full pussy from the rear. After fucking her pussy a few minutes, he pulled his hard wet cock out and quickly pushed his slippery dick into her ass! Her eyes bulged again, her arms slammed onto the car, her mouth wide open soundless. She couldn’t move though, she was pinned into place feeling her butt getting violated hard. She collapsed onto the hood of the old car, her asshole opened up like never before, and her pussy still leaking cum.

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Charmaine sat nervously on the couch waiting for Davalle to come out of the bathroom. She looked down at her pendulous 38D tits, the left slightly larger than the right, and wondered if he would find them attractive. Her husband referred to them lovingly as her “saggy hangers” and he spent a lot of time sucking her nipples and playing with them when they had sex. Unfortunately she had put on a few pounds since giving birth to her third child and they no longer made love as often as they used to. Truth be told it had been almost 9 months since her husband had entered her and that lasted all of five minutes, just long enough for him to rut on her doggy-style and cum inside her before falling asleep. Unsatisfied and feeling unloved she knew she needed more than an occasional screw from her uninterested spouse.

Char always had a healthy sexual appetite and masturbated frequently during her teen years. From the time she was 15 until she turned 19 she had taken 16 lovers between her thighs. She lost her virginity at 15 to a 19 year old boy whom she knew from the neighborhood. He took her in the woods behind her parents house, pulled her pants down, bent her over and unceremoniously popped her cherry and filled her virgin womb with sperm before going to meet his girlfriend. Although the experience wasn’t as good as she had expected it made her realize how good it could feel to have something bigger than her fingers inside her pussy.

Char was an attractive and popular girl in high school and with her virginity gone she quickly became known by her peers as an easy piece of ass. She enjoyed the fleshy feel of a boys stiff cock in her pussy and never made anyone where a condom. She thrived on the passion of each new lover and welcomed their urgent rutting between her legs until she felt the familiar spurting of cum on her vaginal walls which always drove her to another orgasm. Surprisingly she had never become pregnant although she was never on birth control and frequently would take several loads of sperm from different boys in her eager pussy in a single day. There were very many nights where she came home and had to rinse the cum from her panties so her mom wouldn’t see them in the laundry. This behavior continued until she was 20 when she met her husband Paul.

Not wanting to cheat on her husband who worked the night shift, she would find herself masturbating almost every night after their children went to bed. Laying alone in bed, her hand buried in her pajama bottoms, she would rub her swollen clit while remembering her sexual antics with the many men who had used her hungry holes in the past. Her auto-stimulation was enough to satisfy the ache she felt in her loins for many months but that became less satisfying for her as time wore on.

Char had heard of internet chat rooms devoted to what was called “cybersex” and had taken to searching the internet for unknown and random lovers she would never meet in person. Lovers who didn’t know what she looked like and didn’t care if she was overweight as long as she was able to stimulate them with her erotic dialogue on the keyboard. Locking herself in her bedroom she would place a towel over her chair to prevent staining the fabric with the ample juices she released and giving away what she was doing to Paul.

Stripping down naked with only a pair of socks on to keep her feet warm she would sit in front of her desktop computer and begin her nightly search for another cyber lover. She particularly liked one site where members could sit in a cyber hot tub and engage in sexual fantasies ranging from lesbian love to gangbangs. Being one of the more popular women in the tub she often would have sex with multiple partners, reaching down to touch her wet pussy or finger herself between typing erotic responses to her lovers.

In cyber land she lived out all the fantasies she had been unable to entertain over the years. Although she had oftentimes thought about having sex with more than one man at a time, she had never been presented with the opportunity and even if she had the thought of Paul finding out and possibly divorcing her was a price she had been unwilling to pay. He had hinted around at her that they should bring in another guy in their sexual love-making but she had told him that was disgusting and she didn’t want to. In reality she did want to have sex with 2 or even more men, but there was no way she would feel comfortable doing that in front of her husband. She knew she would want to be a wild slut if she was in a threesome or a gangbang and she wouldn’t be able to lose her inhibitions with Paul there.

Every night Paul was gone she would find herself online tapping out the erotic responses that flowed so easily to her. One of her favorite things was to be cyber-gangbanged with stiff thrusting cocks in all of her holes ending up with all the guys either shooting their loads inside her or pulling out and spurting all over her face or tits, something she would never allow her husband to do to her.

It escort beşiktaş was difficult to tap out several responses, finger herself and then return to the keyboard, especially since her fingers would be sticky with her cunt juices but she enjoyed it nonetheless and would always end up cumming very hard and squirting all over the towel she had placed on her chair to catch it. Sometimes even that was not enough to soak up all the hot fluids that spewed from her hole and the chair would end up wet anyway, an event that she was not sure if Paul noticed or not.

Later after purchasing a webcam and an assortment of vibrators and dildos, she joined several online swinger groups and would splay her legs open in front of the camera and perform for the many men and women who were always available to her. She creeped into webcamming slowly at first, angling the camera so her face wasn’t shown and spreading her legs wide so that men could enjoy the view of her hairy cunt while they jacked off for her. Sometimes she would kneel on her chair with her ass towards the camera and reach back with both hands to pull her cheeks apart. She would tease men this way begging them to shove their swollen cocks in her ass or pussy and fill her with their cum. She loved the sight of men jacking their stiff cocks up and down knowing that her naked body and sexuality got them that hard. Char was no virgin when she married and had seen quite a few hard cocks, but she was always amazed at the variety and sizes of the hundreds of dicks she saw spurting their thick loads for her. She would take requests from her fans and perform whatever sexual action they wanted to watch no matter how erotic or perverse it may be.

Her cunt had never really been very tight and after giving birth to three children vaginally she was extremely loose, so loose in fact that her husband could easily fit his fist inside her then insert his cock and laughingly pretend to jack off inside her. He had commented many times how much he loved her oversized cunt and in their early years he would stick anything that was available up her hole, from fruits and vegetables to shampoo and wine bottles. She wasn’t sure how she felt about her hole being so large and loose, on one hand her husband seemed to love it but she knew that a lot of men liked a nice tight hole to shove their hard dicks in and she always wondered in the back of her mind if they were turned off by how loose she was. In fact if a guy had been pumping on her for awhile and hadn’t ejaculated inside her, she would reach down and wrap a couple of fingers tightly around his shaft to simulate a tight pussy. Most times this would work and the guy would cum inside her in a few minutes but that fact made her realize her cunt wasn’t tight enough for them which bothered her. In any event, Char had enjoyed the sex games her and Paul played and she had never tired of the unusual objects Paul would find to plunge into her twat.

As time wore on and guys asked to see her face, Char raised the camera and gave her cyber lovers the full view of her from her face to her ass. She was naïve to the fact that guys would be recording her online and posting her on porn sites around the world. Her loose hole proved to be a turn on to many of her cyber lovers and they would stroke their swollen cocks while she stuck increasingly larger objects into her cavernous cunt. Others requested to watch her pee, to fist herself, or to spread her pussy as wide as she could by inserting fingers from both hands and pulling outwards. Several guys would have her write words like “Rob’s whore, Allen’s cunt, or I’m a slut” on her stomach or the insides of her creamy white thighs with lipstick and then masturbate for them while they did the same. She had never seen so many different cocks in her life and they all excited her immensely no matter what color or size they were.

Char grew increasingly bolder in her online actions, exposing her naked body to literally hundreds of men, who in turn shared her pictures and videos with hundreds of other men. Many men requested photos of her and although she had always been leery of doing that she soon found herself sending pictures to them. At first it was clothed pictures of herself that others had taken of her in the past at weddings, parties or family events. It wasn’t long though before she was setting up a digital camera and taking explicit nude photos with her face in them and emailing them to hundreds of different addresses. Little did she know that she was now posted on more than a dozen porn sites listed under different user names. Her pictures and videos were extremely popular and web hits on them numbered in the tens of thousands. Unknown cyber lovers would email her videos of themselves jacking off over her pictures or send her photos of her naked body with loads of cum spewed all over her. Feeling completely uninhibited she even shot a video of herself masturbating in her bed and posted it on one of the swinger escort bahçelievler sites for her fans to download and jack off to when she wasn’t online. She received many emails requesting to meet her but she never did, mostly because she could never quite get over the thought that she might hook up with some psycho killer.

Although all the exhibitionism, cyber-sexing and masturbation kept her sexual needs in check they also served to increase her sexual desire for a real live partner. She now realized that there were many men out there that found her extra weight attractive, sometimes even beautiful. It wasn’t that she was grotesquely fat, she was just about 30 lbs overweight with no willpower to slow her calorie intake or work out at the gym like she used to. She loved performing for her online friends but eventually even that was not enough, she needed a real flesh and blood lover to make her feel alive and sexually desirable again.

So it was that she came to meet Davalle, or Dave as he was known around the hospital where they both worked. Char was new to her department and worked with mostly women, the majority of whom were bitchy and unwilling to assist her in learning the hospital protocols and her job. Dave on the other hand, was more than willing to assist her in any manner that he could. He encouraged her when she made mistakes, showed her around the unusually large hospital campus and stuck up for her when her bitchy coworkers caused problems. She appreciated what he did for her and sought out his company whenever she could wether it was for lunch or just to walk down the hallway and talk. During their conversations she found out he was married to a white woman who worked several floors above where they did.

He was a tall, light-skinned black man about 6 feet 2 inches tall and somewhat muscular. She had never had an interest in dating a black man and had certainly never been to bed with one but for some peculiar reason she found herself drawn to him. They often found themselves alone in examining rooms and subconsciously she felt herself flirting with him and wondering what it would be like to be with him. She had mentioned him to her husband several times in passing and Dave had even called her at home feigning to ask some work related question just so he could talk to her in the evening. On those occasions when he would call she would talk business at first then slowly leave the room her husband was in to have a personal conversation with him. Her husband was extremely prejudiced and would never accept or understand if he found out she was attracted to a black man. He remained ignorant of her increasing feelings towards Dave and would never have suspected that she would be attracted to him.

Char sat naked on the hotel couch while the first man she would ever cheat on her husband with was draining his bladder in the luxurious Hyatt Regency bathroom. Besides her husband, Dave would be the first man to see her naked since she had been married which was over 20 years. She heard the bathroom doorknob start to turn and she quickly sat up straight, pushed her big breasts outwards and tried to suck her stomach in.

“God I shouldn’t be here” she thought to herself “I’m too fat and he’s not going to want me.”

She was nervous but even more excited as she watched Dave walk towards the couch. She sucked her breath in sharply as she locked her eyes on the dangling flesh between his thighs. His cock was limp and probably about 5 inches long, not particularly large compared to all the black dicks she had seen online, but what amazed her was how thick it was. It was nearly the size of a coke bottle around with a prominent circumsized head and a big set of testicles hanging below. Both his cock and his balls were shaved smooth and as he walked towards her they swung heavily back and forth bouncing off his thigh.

He walked over to her slowly then stopped and looked down at her.

“So what do you think Char, is it what you thought a black man’s cock would be like?” he asked her.

“Oh my God Dave it’s so thick, you must rip women apart with that thing!” she responded half laughing, still amazed at the circumference of his tool.

“I heard black guys have big dicks but your’s is the first one I’ve seen in the flesh, it’s beautiful.” She replied.

”Well the majority of broads tell me it feels pretty good inside them and others say it hurts and it takes a little while for the their pussies to adjust to it. I’m hoping it fits nicely inside you and that you like it.”

“Mmmmmm I like it already and I know it will fit in me perfectly!” Char replied as she admired the fat black tool hanging in front of her.

Seeing the circumference of his organ made her feel better as she knew that something this wide would more than likely fill her ample hole.

It hung limply in front of her barely 10 inches from her face and all she could do was to stare hungrily at it. escort bakırköy Slowly she came to her senses as she realized he was standing in front of her for a reason. She reached out and wrapped her hand around the thick girth of his manhood feeling its warmth and smoothness. He moaned softly as Char began stroking his cock up and down with her right hand while cupping his big balls with her left. Looking down she noticed how creamy white her hand looked compared to the blackness of his swelling cock.

She switched hands now lovingly and gently stroking him with her left hand. She thought of Paul for a fraction of a second when she looked at her gold wedding band pressed against the black flesh of his mighty tool. She wondered how much cum they would produce for her as she admired the size of his testicles and how far they hung down between his thighs. She had always loved to play with and suck on the balls of the men she went out with never tiring of feeling them roll around in her mouth like 2 golf balls. Paul had a nice set of balls but Dave’s were slightly larger and his scrotum hung down further than Paul’s which would make it easier to get them in her mouth.

She had a fleeting thought of why she had never discussed birth control with Dave which she wasn’t on, or if he had received a vasectomy. She decided it didn’t matter at this moment she was no longer in control, her sexual cravings were and it would be easier to stop breathing than to stop what was about to happen. She had longed for the moment when another man would be between her thighs making love to her like her husband was unwilling to do and if Dave filled her with sperm and she became pregnant then she would worry about the consequences later.

Grasping his dick firmly, she opened her mouth and lowered her head onto his throbbing rod. She felt her nipples harden and her juices start to run as she savored the tip of his cock, it was slightly salty from the piss he had just released. She had never physically cheated on her husband before although she had led a few men on over the years making them think they would get to sample the goods between her legs. She was finding it strangely enticing to commit adultery with her black friend, not just because it was a new and exciting sexual experience for her but because being with a black man had always been taboo among her friends and family. If they were to find out about her infidelity they would be hurt but to find out it was with a man of color would make them disgusted with her.At the moment she couldn’t understand why. Dave was a man just like any white man she had known. He was educated, well dressed, very courteous and had a good job, all the things she and her friends would have wanted in any man. His cock, although enormously thick, was like any white cock she had experienced in her life, bigger than some and smaller than others. The only real difference was the color of his skin.

She pushed her head down as far as she could on his dick forcing it all the way down her throat until she started to gag. He moaned with pleasure as she started bobbing her head up and down taking him as far down her throat as she could on each stroke. Dave’s black monster came to life in Char’s mouth. Now becoming engorged with blood it thickened even further making it difficult to close her mouth around it. Determined not to be denied the pleasure of sucking the second real cock she had seen in over 20 years, she opened her jaws as wide as she could to accommodate him. With her face buried in Dave’s groin she let go of any reservations she had about being with him and worked his stiffening tool like a two dollar hooker. Her saliva glistened along his entire shaft and started to run down his balls as she slobbered hungrily on his beautiful black rod.

She had stopped sucking her husband’s cock many years ago and she wondered if Dave liked how she was performing on his. Thick strands of spit ran from her mouth to his strong stiff dick as she drooled over its entire length. When her jaws became tired she would jack his shaft up and down while she licked and sucked on his balls, first taking one in her mouth and then the other. While licking his balls she flicked her tongue quickly over his asshole not sure if he would like something like that as some guys she had gone out with didn’t want her touching their buttholes with her tongue or finger.

To her surprise Dave moaned loudly when her hot wet tongue touched his rectum. He placed one foot up on the couch which opened his ass cheeks and gave Char more room to tongue him. She licked his heavy balls again and then concentrated on his tight ass swirling her tongue around the rim then forcing her tongue into his asshole. She lapped hungrily at his anal opening like a dog licking a dirty wound. Dave suddenly pulled away from her then turned around so his ass was in Char’s face. He reached back with both hands and pulled his cheeks apart revealing his tight puckered asshole covered in her saliva. She buried her face between his cheeks tonguing his ass and licking from his balls all the way up to the top of his ass crack. She didn’t even care if he had just taken a dump in the bathroom, this was the most erotic thing she had ever done and she was lost in the moment. There was literally nothing sexually that she wouldn’t do for him right now, all he need do was ask.

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“Raul, you’re always making noise in the Library, and I always get on your case for it, honestly, I think you do it to get punished,” Anja Guttenberg, Head Librarian of the City of Johannesburg, Gauteng, said sharply. The lady was speaking to her most annoying patron, whom she found sitting at a computer, thirty nine minutes after the Johannesburg City Library officially closed. All of the patrons were gone, and was all Library staff. Only the Head Librarian remained, and she was about to close the place down when something unforeseen happened…

Standing there, hands on her hips, the tall, fifty-something, blonde-haired and blue-eyed, pleasantly plump Librarian confronted the surly young Zulu man, who looked her up and down and smirked. Raul Jabulani had this absolutely unflappable way of carrying himself. The tall, handsome and well-dressed young Zulu brother carried himself like a prince, and he didn’t care if you were Black or White, rich or poor. He did his own thing and wouldn’t let you or anyone else get in his way. Anja found this hot…and annoying as fuck.

“Yeah, the question is, what are you going to do about it?” Raul Jabulani shot back, and he leaned back in his chair, and Anja’s heart skipped a beat. For she saw the bulge in his track pants, and licked her lips involuntarily. Anja took a step closer to Raul and he seemed nonplussed by her tone of voice and obvious distress. Raul was definitely a confident, downright cocky young Zulu brother, one who was obviously used to having his way with the ladies.

“Well, Raul, I’ve got no choice, I have to punish you,” Anja Guttenberg replied, and with that, she stepped closer to Raul, and patted his groin. The young Black man smiled, and looked at Anja with a combination of lust and expectation. He definitely knew the effect he had on her. From the first time Anja laid eyes on Raul, she knew that the six-foot-tall, Afro-sporting, dark-skinned and handsome young Zulu was trouble. Indeed, trouble with a Capital T.

A part-time student at the University of Johannesburg, Raul Jabulani and his cronies liked to use the community Library like their own personal playground. For months Anja Guttenberg watched them do their thing, powerless to stop them. The brothers came around, listened to loud music, flirted with female patrons, smoked in the bathrooms and in the smoke-free parking lot, and flipped the bird at Library staff when they tried to stop their flow. Anja Guttenberg found their conduct absolutely despicable…and quite arousing.

“If that’s what you call it,” Raul shot back, and Anja Guttenberg blinked, and then smiled before sitting on the table, inches from him. At the age of fifty nine, Anja Guttenberg was no spring chicken. She’d been a student at the University of Gauteng in those heady, bright days when Apartheid officially escort taksim ended and Nelson Mandela became the first Black President of the Republic of South Africa. Days filled with the promise of change, as Anja naively thought of them back then.

A lot of White South Africans were nervous about the new regime, and feared what the Blacks might do now that one of their own was in charge of governing the country. They had seen Whites get dispossessed by the Government of President Robert Mugabe in the Republic of Zimbabwe. After being in power in the Southern regions of Africa for centuries, the White man had been dethroned thanks to the forces of Global Black Liberation, and was running for the hills…

Anja Guttenberg was a young Liberal, a supporter of racial equality, and she supported the Presidency of Nelson Mandela. She sensed that the wise man with the friendly smile was a far better person than Zimbabwe’s fiery leader Robert Mugabe. The fledgling Republic of South Africa was in good hands with Nelson Mandela at the helm. Of course, not everyone shared Anja Guttenberg sunny disposition toward the Blacks of South Africa. Many felt that the country was headed for disaster with its multiculturalism and affirmative action policies…

The end of Apartheid did not magically fix all of South Africa’s problems and turn it into a racial utopia. There was still a race problem, and Blacks and Whites were cautious around each other. Anja Guttenberg went a step further and did the unthinkable, she crossed the racial line and got with “one of them.” While studying in the University of Gauteng Library, Anja Guttenberg had met a most remarkable young man. One destined to change her life.

Never one to mince words, Anja Guttenberg informed her friends and family about her new beau. And that’s when the shit absolutely hit the fan. Her parents, Nicole and Hauser Guttenberg disowned her when she got married to Patrick Dumisani, a handsome young man who was born of a Zulu mother and a White father originally from Rhodesia, as the Republic of Zimbabwe was called at the time.

Anja Guttenberg marriage to Patrick Dumisani was wonderful, and at times trying. They had their ups and downs, like any other couple. Their union lasted twenty years, and they had two lovely daughters, Marianne and Josephine Dumisani. In the post-Apartheid Republic of South Africa, a lot of people, both Black and White, would gawk at Anja Guttenberg and her multiracial family as they went about their daily lives.

Anja Guttenberg loved her husband and daughters, and stuck with them. After the end of Apartheid, Blacks and Whites began to interact a lot more but there were still certain lines that both sides felt were not meant to be crossed. Anja had crossed those lines, and escort ortaköy had become persona non grata in White South African society. Never mind the angry looks that she got from Afrikaner males, those die-hard racists who were terrified of the idea of Black men getting their precious White women. Anja didn’t give a damn what they thought.

Anja Guttenberg-Dumisani and her husband Patrick led decent lives in the City of Johannesburg, Gauteng. She worked at the local Library and Patrick worked as a Police Officer. They lived in a nice suburb and sent their daughters to private school. Life was good…until it wasn’t. It has often been said that nothing good lasts forever, and unfortunately this held true for Anja Guttenberg and her beloved hubby…

One day, Patrick Dumisani was diagnosed with cancer, much to his darling wife Anja Guttenberg shock. With the healthcare system in the Republic of South Africa being what it is, Patrick Dumisani sought treatment in the United States of America, Canada and the United Kingdom. Anja and Patrick spent a fortune on doctors, but there was little anyone could do to help him. Patrick only lasted another three years, leaving Anja Guttenberg widowed. A year after her husband Patrick Dumisani’s passing, Anja was still mourning his loss, though she also felt…horny.

“Get up and give me what I need,” Anja said, and she glared at Raul Jabulani with a mixture of lust and disgust. She hated the fact that she was attracted to this cocky young Zulu man, who looked a bit like her deceased husband Patrick Dumisani, yet was absolutely nothing like him. Patrick was friendly, charming and a rock solid, decent guy. Raul was full of himself, and proud of it. And her discomfort was sweet nectar to Raul, who was only too happy to add her to his list of conquests…

“Ask and you shall receive,” Raul replied, and he was still grinning as he unzipped his pants, freeing his long and thick, glistening dark dick. Upon seeing Raul’s manhood, Anja’s eyes widened, and her lips quivered. Falling to her knees, Anja grabbed Raul’s dick and stroked it with both hands, and then took him into her mouth. Raul smiled happily as Anja sucked his dick…and gasped as she stuck her finger up his ass.

“Surprise,” Anja said, smiling wickedly at Raul Jabulani as she fingered his asshole while sucking his dick. Like a lot of younger Black men, Raul was full of himself and thought that women should bow down to him. Women the world over control the sex game, and men of all races ought to recognize that simple fact. That’s how Anja Guttenberg felt, and she was going to impress that truth on one Raul Jabulani…

“Oh fuck, that’s hot,” Raul said, and Anja felt his dick lengthen and harden in her mouth as she worked two fingers up his escort bayrampaşa ass. Afterwards, she lay on the desk, and spread her legs invitingly. Raul looked at her and smiled, for he knew just what to do. Kneeling before her, he inhaled the fragrance of her pussy, and then buried his face between her legs. Just like that, Raul began eating Anja’s sweet pussy.

“Just like that, work that tongue in there, handsome,” Anja Guttenberg said, and she closed her eyes and pinched her nipples as Raul teased her clit with his tongue and fingered her wet pussy. The young brother’s skills never ceased to absolutely amaze her. At the age of twenty, Raul Jabulani was quite knowledgeable about the female body, and Anja found that a most pleasant surprise…

Afterwards, Anja Guttenberg had Raul Jabulani lie flat on the carpeted floor of the Library’s computer area, and she sat on his face. Stroking his hard dick, the young Zulu worked his tongue into Anja’s asshole, and she rode his face, moaning in pleasure as he pleasured yet another sweet spot of hers with his magic tongue. As Raul’s tongue filled her asshole, Anja felt like she was on fire. Moments later, Anja screamed, orgasmic, and came all over Raul’s waiting mouth. The brother had taken her to Cloud Nine, and then some…

“Now let me get at that ass,” Raul said, a little while later, as he put Anja on all fours, and she grinded her big pale ass against his groin. Anja grinned and turned around as Raul smacked her big ass, and then he rubbed his hard dick against it. Without further ado, Raul grabbed Anja’s hips and thrust into her, burying his dick deep into her pussy. Just like that, Raul began to fuck Anja with gusto. He wanted to show the South African MILF the power of the Zulu dick, and then some…

“Fuck me harder, damn it,” Anja Guttenberg squealed, and Raul smacked her big pale ass, and yanked her long blonde hair as he fucked her. Raul showed Anja what he was made of, and at some point, he switched up the game on her. Anja found herself lying flat on her back with her legs in the air, her curvy body glistening with sweat. Raul placed his dick against her butt hole, after lubricating her good and proper…

“Relax and enjoy, sexy lady,” Raul said, as he pushed his dick into Anja Guttenberg’s asshole, and the South African MILF gritted her teeth, fingering her pussy as her ardent lover’s long dark dick entered her asshole. Anja hadn’t gotten laid in ages, and she hadn’t had sex in years. Raul definitely helped her make up for lost time as he slowly but surely worked his dick into her asshole, until he was balls-deep. Anja’s screams filled the deserted library, and they were music to Raul’s ears…

“Raul Jabulani, you’re a pain in the ass, in more ways than one, but you make me feel alive, for this I thank you,” Anja Guttenberg said to her smiling lover, much later. The two of them showered in the locker room downstairs, and then got dressed and left. Raul took an Uber back to the University of Johannesburg campus, and Anja drove home. As she pulled into her driveway, to have a late dinner with her daughters, the South African MILF had a big smile on her lovely face.

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Chapter One has the background to these characters white Chapter Two is more ‘action’ heavy. Reading either or both will improve your experience reading this one. Many of the characters also appear in my ‘Jessica’ story so gluttons for punishment should read that one too. Hope you all enjoy it.

Finding a Job (or perhaps Two)

The letter came as a considerable surprise to Georgia. An approach from ‘a leading non-profit’ to administer one of their new-build schools in the Capital. Frankly, new public facilities in those particular areas of the city were as rare as hens’ teeth but somehow the Foundation had secured the funding, both capital and revenue. Georgia’s initial researches had told her that much but very little more. The Foundation was apparently named after someone called Taylor but there seemed very little information on line about either him or his organisation.

She knew she could not give up her current job on such flimsy data. However, the offer had many attractions. Working to give a good education to children who desperately needed one. That was one thing but, of course, there was also the fact that she would be moving closer to the city, increasingly the focus of her activities as part of ‘the game’. At the moment she already seemed to spend half her time on the freeway and her trips North would have to increase in frequency if she was to repay her Master’s investment in her. The only problem was Charli – the last thing she wanted was for her daughter to think that she was trying to cramp her style and interfere in her life. She would have to be careful there.

***

As if to prove a point that Thursday afternoon saw Georgia back on the freeway headed to a hastily-arrangement appointment with another potential employer. This time there was no possibility of meeting Hoss, the owner of the Franklin Mint, on public territory. This time it was a question of knocking on his office door and waiting to be admitted.

Hoss was a man in his late forties – a big dark-skinned man with an air of authority about him. Running a club like his was not a job for the faint-hearted. “Georgia,” he said, drawing out the syllables of her name in a show of satisfaction, “I thought we weren’t going to see you again. What’s changed – perhaps you found you were missing us?” His eyes crinkled and he gave a little laugh at the idea.

“I find that I’m … I’m in need of some money.”

Hoss shook his head sorrowfully. “The same is true of so many of my girls. I have to ask – is it a chemical issue? If there’s a problem there we might be able to work around it but I will need to know.”

“Nothing like that. I just have a debt to pay.”

“I was happy to offer you work but you turned it down. Now you are the one coming to me asking for a slot so the situation is altered a little. I don’t have time to finesse no bougie poon, you understand? Having thought it over I don’t need just dancers – I need girls ready and happy to participate in all aspects of the business.”

Georgia guessed he wasn’t talking about doing a bit of cleaning. He meant the private rooms. Well, she’d understood that was part of the deal. “I’m happy to do that.”

“The Champagne lounge and the private rooms?” Her nod in response drew a genuine smile to his face. “Well, well, well, It seems that it IS my lucky day. I think we could make some real green together so long as your performance is up to your potential. Show me again how you dance”. He reached across to a button and pressed it – activating a speaker that duplicated the music then playing in the club proper. That done he leaned back in his chair and slightly raised his eyebrows.

Georgia took the cue. She once again imagined that she was in her own little office and dancing for her Master. Trying to please him and to show herself off to the best. Trying to persuade him that she was worthy of joining his stable. Suddenly, with a start, she realised that was exactly what she was doing. She was trying to become one of Hoss’ girls and she wasn’t insulated from this powerful Black man by a monitor screen. He was right there in front of her. She felt her pulse start to race and quickly removed what remained of her outer clothing. Soon she stood in front of him in just her bra and panties feeling his experienced eye assessing every inch of her.

“First thing, you were dancing like you was somewhere else. Noticed that last time you were here. Lot of dancers make that mistake. Don’t matter how fly or tight you is you won’t make it rain unless you can establish a connection with your crowd. When your eyes meet theirs each and every one of those men have to believe that you have a special chemistry just with them. That whatever else happens tonight you are desperate for him to take you back for a Private Session. That but for all the rules and your strict bastard of a boss,” he gave a little smile, “you’d quit here to be his exclusive shorty. escort topkapı You catching what I’m laying down?”

Frankly, Georgia was struggling a bit – what on earth was a ‘shorty’ for instance? Not a reference to her height?

When she asked Hoss gufffawed. “A shorty is a man’s girl on the side, his breezy.” He noticed Georgia was struggling again. “A breezy is a girl who knows what a man likes and is REAL happy to provide it. Talking of which – put your clothes back on and give me another dance.”

This time Georgia gave all her attention to her one-man audience. She kept her eyes locked on his and made sure that he would feel that every movement was calculated for his pleasure.

This time Hoss gave a little round of applause. “I should be charging for this schooling I’m giving you but what can I say I’ve always been overly generous.”

Georgia gave him a smile back though, as she recalled, ‘generous’ wasn’t the word the other girls had applied to Hoss on her last visit.

The big man heaved himself out of his chair and came close to Georgia. He took her hand in his and then gently had her rotate her arm while he examined her skin carefully. Then he did the same for the other arm and also checked her legs. “Sorry about that. One thing about addicts is they is always frontin, can’t tell the straight truth after a while. So I like to check and know what I’m dealing with from the start. Yes and I should remind you that we are a fully-nude club.”

Georgia took the hint and soon her underwear had joined her outer garments on the floor.

“The dancing is up to scratch but what about the Champagne Lounge. If you working the men in there how you gonna be able to operate?” Hoss sat down again. “Come show me how you can lap-dance baby. Show me how you gonna go hard for that green.”

Georgia did her best to move over to him seductively. She again made eye contact and put a big smile on her face. She leaned over until his face was perhaps an inch from her bare breasts and then started back.

“Oh no – this is the Champagne Lounge of the Franklin Mint. They ain’t rail-birds, these have paid to be up close and personal with my best girls. So bear that in mind and start again.”

This time she didn’t hesitate and held her breasts up for his inspection before gently rubbing them on his face and body. A large Black hand grasped her right breast and squeezed it his palm rubbing on her nipple. “Border line on the titties – my patrons are VERY into a nice pair of titties and a big old booty on a girl. Jewel, my other white girl , she got real nice titties but she like you in that I gotta make allowances in the rear-end department. Can’t expect you to compete with the sistas but you pretty bangin back there for a cracka.”

He gave a gesture with his finger and Georgia turned to let him examine that particular asset. “Work it,” Hoss growled and she stuck her butt out as far as she could go and began to waggle it.

She jumped a little as a hand caught her thigh and then a big finger ran its way up and down her bare pussy lips. “Did I feel you flinch? You a damn sexy bitch so why wouldn’t a man want to touch and explore. Ain’t that what you here for? Now stick that booty out.”

Georgia obeyed and was ‘rewarded’ with a smart smack on the behind. She held her position and soon felt another smack from his hand, not overly hard but hard enough. She still held her position and was rewarded by his chuckle. “Thass more like it. Any man’s gonna want to slap that ass and with you white girls you get to see those sweet cheeks blush.” He ran his hand over her butt in a smoothing motion. “Time you showed me what you can do in a lap dance.”

Georgia turned and advanced on him as he sat in his chair. She straddled his lap and lowered herself onto his crotch then moved herself over him in a series of deliberate movements. Then she pushed herself up his body to offer her tits to him. He obliged by taking a nipple in his mouth and working at it with his tongue. “Hmmmnnn,” moaned Georgia. She liked the way he was working and it gave her an idea. She eased herself off Hoss and then used her agility to kick one leg up above his head. Carefully she lowered herself until her pink glistening pussy was left tantalisingly just above his mouth. He moved forward and she eased back. They returned to their original position and when Hoss tried again Georgia eased away again. The third time she took his hand and placed it onto her butt. He took a hold and then moved his mouth forward. This time she stayed in place and his skilled tongue worked on her pussy until she felt she couldn’t hold the position any more.

“Yeah, lap dancing don’t seem to be a problem for you. But remember in the Champagne Room he can be naked below the waist or you can. That’s the County regulation to prevent undue public lewdness. Basically it means you’ll be naked and the guys can play with you but escort güngören their dicks gotta stay in their pants. A lot of times the customers like to see a floor-show – some girl on girl. Judging by last time’s performance with Shonna that won’t be a problem for you. Got all that?”

Georgia nodded. She knew what was coming next.

“OK – the Private Rooms. This is where the real money gets made if you got the aptitude and the skills. Say we just got into the booth together what would you do?”

“Ask what he wants?”

“No, no, no. If he’s the poh-poh then that’s you booking yourself a night in the County cells. They don’t bother us often but that won’t be much consolation when you’re having your mug-shots took. Your FIRST move is to defuse that threat, always and without exception, by giving your customer a Baltimore handshake. That makes any evidence he might give inadmissible unless he refuses the offer. If he DOES refuse the offer you leave the room immediately and report the situation to me.”

“Sorry to be a newbie but what’s a Baltimore hand-shake?

Hoss grinned, “Well that’s easily showed. You just open the gentleman’s pants and give him a little help in getting what you find there nice and hard. Why don’t you practice right now.”

Well, why the fuck not. Georgia reached up and deftly undid the fastenings and zip of Hoss’ suit pants. She eased his pants down a little and then carefully pulled his boxers away from the bulge showing inside them.

Georgia couldn’t take her eyes off what she found there. Hoss’s cock was very big, very Black and very obviously not in need of any further assistance in getting hard!

“Yeah, sweet thing, THAT is why I’m called Hoss. Now don’t forgot what you got him out for.”

Georgia leaned forward and took a gentle grasp on the big Black cock. It had to be a good ten inches and it was seriously thick. She wondered how a woman could take such a monster but reflected that she’d used bigger toys and that she suspected most of the other dancers had already taken this particular ride. She moved her hand up and down and felt the warmth of his flesh in her palm.

“That would be enough legally but, of course, guys are going to want more of that unless you can provide something better. Some of them will want a handie, some might want a foot-job or a tit-job or, well, you get the idea. Your job is to keep them happy, keep them paying and get them off. If they leave happy and get their nut then you got a chance of making a regular. Some men might not even want to touch you or be touched by you. They might want to wank off in your shoe or tell you their life story or do any kind of shit that makes them happy. You provide that service and they pay you. Simple. It isn’t so complicated though because most of them are like me they just wanna get blown by a bopper with skills.”

Georgia took the hint and licked her lips before going to work on Hoss’ impressive cock. He was a big unit but Georgia knew just what he would like. She pushed her mouth down onto his shaft and got to business making it good and wet and sloppy. As she pushed down as far as she was comfortable she extended her tongue to tease him and was rewarded with an appreciative, “Yeah, baby, show we what you got.” Her hand gently pumping at his base she took his cock out of her mouth and began teasing his head with her tongue. Then she was back pushing herself down until she didn’t think she could go any further.

She felt his fingers in her hair and momentarily worried that he might push her further but Hoss just lay his hand on her head. She got the message – he could take control if he needed to but just at the moment he was happy with her efforts.

He eased her off him and pulled her up so his dick, lubricated with her saliva, was level with her tits. He pushed his cock into her cleavage and tried to wrap her tits around his shaft. He could get her round his girth but when he tried to tit-fuck her his cock kept pushing out. After two or three more attempts he gave up. “Thought as much – that’s a shame. Girl who can give a good tit-fuck has a major advantage. Jewel had me cumming like gang-busters and that ain’t usual for me. She real blessed and talented.” He noticed Georgia’s little scowl – she had heard quite enough about how great Jewel was. He pushed her back down so she could take his cock back into her mouth. He sighed with pleasure. “Back there – it’s about making them nut. C’mon baby – make old Hoss nut for ya.”

She got the message and ditched the subtlety. She worked quickly and hard with her hand and mouth to get him off. After a couple of minutes of hard work she was rewarded with a tightening of his fingers in her hair and the taste of his cum in her mouth. She kept working him till she knew he was done.

She looked up into the sweating face of Hoss. He didn’t smile he just nodded sagely. It was enough – she suspected escort beyoğlu Hoss was a connoisseur of good head and so his approval stood for something.

“Like your work – so just a few pointers. You never spit while the customer’s looking. Best you swallow and make sure to keep plenty of water with you.”

“I know about the water,” said Georgia – remembering seeing Roni work the booths. It seemed an age ago and it was a shock to realise it had only been a couple of months.

“Gets hot back there too. Once you done you smile like he’s given you the best treat you could imagine and you thank your man. Some of them WILL tip you again after they nut so long as you play them right. Everyone gets what they want and you might get a new regular for you and for the club.”

Georgia knew she was being tutored in the art of the hustle. It was all about the money but then wasn’t that why she was here, at least in theory. Hoss didn’t need to know it was all part of a deeper ‘game’. Frankly, she doubted Hoss would care so long as he got his cut and an occasional BJ. But there was one thing still worrying her. “What about, you know, full sex.”

“Fuckin’ you mean? Won’t say it’s never happened back there but in theory it’s against the regulations. Of course if you want to make an outside arrangement then that’s not my problem. Just remember I pay Blake good money to keep you girls safe – you take a client off the reservation and you’ll be on your own. It ain’t clever no matter how much he offers. We got a sort of middle way. Back of the club there’s an alleyway that’s pretty private and some of the girls will take a guy back there. I got a camera up there connects to a monitor in the girl’s changing room. So you girls can look after your own.”

“A little advice – don’t put out too quick no matter how broke you are. Scarcity increases value, you understand. You known for taking anyone back there and you’ll end up taking everyone back there. That’s not the way to longevity in this game.”

Georgia nodded but her mind was in a whirl. She imagined being out there with a Black stranger knowing that all the other dancers were watching. It was an appalling prospect but she knew that just thinking about it was sending that familiar warmth through her body. This life had lures she could never have imagined herself being seduced by but her body didn’t lie. She was tempted and she had to be careful or she might go too far. ‘The Game’ had made her realise just how sexual a being she really was. That sexuality had been stifled by her upbringing and then by her early marriage. Now it was bursting free and wanted to express itself. At times it seemed she might not be able to control it. At times she was sure that she didn’t want to control it. At those times she wanted to take the whole ride and experience it all – though she realised just how crazy that was.

“You, baby, can consider yourself hired. You work Fridays and Saturdays from 7 till 3. Jewel works the Capital clubs weekends and I don’t need two white girls here at the same time. One is enough – just to offer my clientele a little variety in their buffet. I think you gonna be real popular especially when they learn you got skills as well as looks. Let them buy you drinks – and make sure to take enough to smooth off the edges. But don’t get so folded you can’t work. Need something to take the brakes off and one or two of the girls will point you to where you can get your roll on. Any questions?”

Georgia shook her head.

“Then I’ll see you Friday – but first let me see that sweet tongue clean up my cock so I can get back to business.”

Georgia began carefully to remove every trace of saliva and semen from the now less-than-hard Black cock. Working for Hoss promised to be quite an experience…

Making A Date

Josh Hawkins paused to gather his thoughts as he stood in front of the door to the School Administrator’s office. He’d seen Mrs Johnson when she’d arrived this morning and it had been a serious lift to his spirits. Would have been a lift to any man’s spirits seeing just how good she was looking. He remembered that afternoon when she had come down to his office and seemed to flirt with him. As ever it set a stirring in his pants. But he had to keep a grip because today was a different matter. He knocked on the door.

“Come in – ah, Mr Hawkins, how nice to see you!” Georgia seemed genuinely delighted and just that fact pretty much made old Josh’s day. He had to fight not to just stand there and drink in how good she was looking. Her hair was red – which he knew was a dye-job but surely approved of – and just over shoulder-length. She wore a dark-blue blouse and a perfectly-cut dark grey business suit that showed her fine figure off very nicely. Her skirt ended a few inches above the knee and her dancer’s legs, which Josh had always admired, were in tan hold-ups. Add in that pretty-as-a-picture face of hers and the intelligent eyes twinkling at him and it was safe to say that Josh had to concentrate to keep to the matter in hand.

“Mrs Johns…”

“Mr Hawkins,” she interrupted sternly, “you call me Georgia – you hadn’t forgotten that had you?”

“Sorry, uh, Georgia, to cut to the chase I’m having to give in my notice for the end of the school year.”

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****This is an Antebellum Interracial Fantasy Story****

Ruth still thought about the day she was sold to the Hampton Plantation. She figured she was about six or seven when the overseer burst through the door and grabbed her. She did not know why, but assumed it had something to do with her mother, as Master Jones was yelling at her about helping another hand go missing.

The only thing Ruth could think of at the time was what her mother did really wrong that the Master needed to punish her. Normally she only saw the Master on but a few occasions, and the overseer did everything else. He continued screaming about the escaped hand, blaming her mother for helping him get away.

Ruth remembered crying so hard when she saw her mother’s clothes ripped off and whipped for what she did. When Master Jones said she did not deserve a family, Ruth looked at him confused to what that meant. She knew her father died early on of the flu, but her mother was the center of her world. When the overseer dragged her away she remembered not knowing why and crying for her mother to help as she was still being whipped.

Ruth still could tear up on command as she thought of being in the auction house as a child waiting to be sold. How people would walk in and tell her to stop crying. Feeling the hand of the auctioneer slap her a few times, telling her to quiet down. She remembered not knowing what the house was for a long time and just thought she was being punished too like her mother.

When she saw Miss Mary Butler come in with her father asking who he should buy, Ruth knew that she was never going to see her mother again. The tears flowed quickly as she tried in vain to call out to her mother, hoping she could come and get her.

Miss Mary looked to be about the same age as her but her long blonde hair is what Ruth remembered first. It was long and straight and looked like gold that the sun was shining on. She was so pretty, Ruth wondered if she was a doll brought to life or an angel coming to save her in one of her most darkest of times. Mary pulled on her father’s coat and just pointed at her, saying that she needed a home and someone to love her.

Ruth did not know what to feel for a few weeks as Mary showed her the new home she was going to live in. Mary insisted that she live in the house and stay with Miss Sally who was the cook, and another house slave. The room next to the kitchen was so small that she wondered how a bed could even fit in there. And Miss Sally seemed a tyrant about keeping everything in order and clean at all times.

Even though Sally was not her mother, she was the closest thing she was going to get. Mary adored her and Ruth wondered why the owner’s child would treat a slave they owned like a parental figure who actually had power over the young child.

Ruth did understand though overtime, as Sally’s kind words and hugs of affection were always there even on day’s she cried and missed her mother. Sally was always quick to point out how people should show kindness through words and actions to everyone, even those who have nothing. Ruth remembered taking this to heart, and was amazed at how Mary did the same.

The fear of living in a new and intimidating home with strangers scared her. She thought about her mother constantly and cried at random times wondering if she was ever going to see her again. With all her depressed feelings, she remembered how Mary treated her, how she would hold and comfort her, and try to cheer her up the best way she could.

She also thought about how Mary would come downstairs to the kitchen at night to bring her upstairs to sleep in her bedroom so she would not have to be alone. On a few occasions, Mary would sing hymns to her, trying to help her sleep. Always with so much patience and love, Mary never faltered in promising to keep her close and safe.

Ruth always remembered Mary living up to her promise. As they grew older, Ruth would never leave Mary’s side. Ruth remembered early on how she would help her mother in the fields, but once she was with Mary, she never went back to picking cotton in the fields again. Mary would often comment about how she was forbidden by the overseer about going into the fields on the account of her telling the hands that they needed to take the day off.

Mary was always one for getting her way with her father. Master Butler bent like a weed in the winds when it came to giving into his daughter’s demands. Anything her heart desired would be handed to her as Mary was the only daughter with one younger brother.

Ruth often wondered how a plantation owner’s daughter could be so spoiled with love and gifts and still not let it corrupt her. Ruth smiled as she thought about how Mary would give her gifts and treat her as a true friend and not a person who owned her. Ruth was even so brash as to ask Mary to buy her mother from her old owner. When Mary came back saying that her father offered to buy her mother, Ruth knew her generosity was true. Her old owner escort aksaray backed out of the sale, but Ruth still trusted that Mary would always have her best interest at heart.

Ruth also knew she was extremely sheltered and yet did know why Mary would treat her like she was a friend or sister. When Mary taught her to read and write, she knew that Mary was different from any other white person she ever met. Every night she would study with her, and every night Mary would make a promise to her that she would be by her side. Ruth thought about her promise and knew Mary would never break it.

Seeing things through a child’s eyes has a distorted sense of time and understanding. Ruth thought about why things happened, and what she could have done differently. The reflection of her childhood years were both kind and horrible in the same swipe of the brush. Mary was the most kind and generous soul she knew of, and everyone from the hands in the field to her father knew about her generosity. It was often joked about that Mary would never be allowed to run any plantation for her kindness would be the ruin of the family.

***

Ruth watched Mary grow into something that could only be described as a perfection in all forms. She had looks only a famous painter could paint and a body only an Italian sculptor could recreate. Her voice was like an angel talking and her kindness could be compared to a saint. But it was her kindness to her that made Ruth love her beyond all measure. She felt deep down that Mary loved her and wanted to protect her from all harm.

Although Mary knew her looks were desirable, she still made an effort to dress up and tell Ruth she was pretty too. Ruth was not as petite as Mary, but her chest was larger and her backside more defined. With her high cheekbones, Ruth’s smile was something that Mary called divine and powerful.

Mary was never short on the amount of suitors chasing for her affection either. Ruth always smiled as they stayed up late in the night to discuss the possible men that might win her hand. She remembered the mountain of letters she read to Mary and the late night talks about all of the handsome men who wrote them.

Ruth settled on having a brief time with Henry who tended the stables. Henry was nice and sweet, but his time at the planation was limited as he soon became the Master’s full time driver. Ruth only saw him a few times a month at best with his new duties of traveling all over. She figured it was for the best as Mary would soon be married, and she would be going with her to live with the new couple.

Mary did settle on a man to marry her, and William Turnbull was the pick of the litter as she put it. He was an engineer who came from a wealthy family in Virginia. He was twenty-three and five years older than Mary. He worked for a construction company and was already a world traveller.

William was still quite handsome, as he looked slender but not lanky. His was well read, but not someone who spent all their time reading books. From reading his letters, Ruth knew he was quite romantic, but was still shy in person. Mary said he was cute when he got tongue tied around her, and how he could blow over with a gust of wind when he was in the presence of her.

Mary ate up his words as Ruth read them to her every night. Ruth even asked the question about why she chose him, and Mary’s answer still stuck with her. It even made Ruth even question why she asked the question. Mary’s only answer was that he was kind and gentle. That he would be a man that would not question her own generosity and was it was just like her in ways. Mary even joked later on after their marriage that William needed her, and was lost without her.

Mary spoke in length how they would travel around the country and Europe with him. William’s family had a lot of money and a large plantation in Virginia. He did not live there though as his job took him from place to place, never staying longer than six to seven months in one location.

The excitement of moving around and not being held to a single house made Mary want William even more. Ruth felt that no matter what was going to happen, as long she was with Mary, everything would be fine. She thought about what home really was to her and knew that where you slept was just scenery. It was the people you lived with that made a home.

***

The wedding was supposed to be a lavish ordeal with all of society attending. Mary then confessed that she did not want such a wedding and thought it should be a more private affair with only family involved. Ruth thought about talking her out of it, but when Mary told her what was happening after the wedding it all became clear.

Ruth always knew she was owned by Mary’s father, but only saw him on a few occasions once she and Mary were teenagers. His appointment in the government took him away from the plantation throughout most of the year. Mary’s younger brother was a escort şirinevler terror and was not capable of running the plantation. She often wondered if Sally had lived longer how Mary’s brother might have been a different person.

The only choice was for Mary’s father was to make William the manager of the planation. Mary was so enthralled about traveling that this plan would have kept her at home where she did not want to be. Ruth recalled how Mary sped up the wedding plans and made sure her things were packed so after the wedding she would be off with William on a new construction site. Mary was also keen on making sure Ruth was coming along as she now would be owned by William after the wedding.

As Ruth expected, Mary insisted that Ruth be given to her officially; her father transferred ownership over to William as he was the husband. The wedding was quick and Ruth loved how Mary was so happy with her new life. Although they were living in a small house on the river overlooking a bridge William was building, it was a life only a couple in love could enjoy.

William was always kind and caring as his good nature reflected even when Mary was not around. Ruth took notice of how he treated others when nobody was looking and could tell that William was a perfect match for Mary. The new life on the road with the newlyweds was Ruth’s most favorite memory. She observed how wonderful life could be as her day was spent enjoying Mary’s company more than caring for her.

Ruth tried hard to remember how Mary was and how her soul was so pure it was not meant for this world and the people she touched were graced by her. When she died in childbirth the heartache for Ruth almost brought her to question why a God could do such a thing.

William took the loss hard and retreated into a bottle to drown his sorrow away which was just as sad. Ruth did her best with holding the house together, but she was without Mary for the first time since she was a child. Her protection and love was something she missed every single day.

Ruth bore the new tasks of keeping the house in order while keeping William with a job. She took over as his personal assistant, housekeeper, and nurse when he was hungover. She learned the construction business as she stepped in for William at times. Even when William was sober, his mind was scattered as his focus was more on where to find his next drink. Ruth spent countless nights reading over books and learning the construction trade the best she could.

****

Ruth walked in as William slept on the couch in the living room. “Mista William, you need to wake up. The foreman is here to see you.”

She knew he got drunk from last night and passed out on the couch. Ruth normally knew to leave him be and just clean up from any damage he caused by spilled drinks or broken glasses.

William moved on the couch so he was now looking up at her. “What time is it?”

“Time for you to wake up and work Mista William,” Ruth replied as she pulled the bottle of whiskey from his clutches.

William moaned and tried to grab the bottle, but Ruth already moved away from him. Once he realized that he had to get up, he shifted his body so his legs were now on the floor. “What time is it?”

“Time for you to be at work,” Ruth answered as she moved his boots closer to him so he could leave faster.

“I hope they got the timber in or he is waking me up for nothing,” William growled as he began to compose himself and put his boots on so he could leave the confines of his small house.

“Best be back before you go drinking tonight. I got supper planned for you and Mista Johns, so don’t be late,” Ruth howled as William was already stumbling out the door ready to scream at his foreman.

Ruth knew William was a shell of a man since Mary passed away, and she found herself at times crying about her loss too. She kept her tears private, but William made his pain obvious with his descent into the realm of whiskey.

The job of building a bridge for the railroad had taken longer than expected with delays and mistakes in construction. William failed to oversee the construction with his drinking that there was now a cost overrun on the bridge. Ruth did her best to rein him in, but he always found his way to the local saloon in town.

***

William once again came back drunk and managed to wash himself up just as Mr. Jones was walking up to the house. Ruth was quick to usher William into the bedroom so she could cancel on Mr. Jones so she could save William’s reputation, if it wasn’t already too far gone.

“So sorry, Mista Jones, but Mr. Turnbull is not able to make his dinner meeting tonight. He would be most gracious to host you tomorrow evening or…”

Mr. Jones cut Ruth off as he took off his hat quickly and motioned for her to stop talking. “You can stop trying to cover up for him. I know he is drunk in there. Just tell him that I will see him tomorrow escort zeytinburnu morning. Good evening to you.”

Ruth walked back inside to see William on the floor right near the entrance to his bedroom. A large amount of vomit was covering the floor in front of the doorway as William was still bent over as if more was to be expelled.

“Mista William, are you alright!” Ruth shouted as she rushed over to see the extent of William’s inebriation.

William turned over so he was now sitting on the floor right in his own mess. “So sorry Ruth. I just had a little too much tonight. Please don’t hate me…I…I…don’t have mannny people..”

Ruth knelt in front of William to help him keep his head up as he looked like he was struggling. “Just hush yourself. I need to clean you up and put you to bed. I also need to clean up this up…Good lord that whiskey will be the death of you.”

William nodded off, but managed to whisper out, “I am hoping so.”

Ruth could see the pain in his face. “Don’t be speaking like that. I am going to get you into bed and you’re going to sleep this off. Be right as rain tomorrow.”

Ruth could see that William was covered in his own sickness and that she was going to have to help in changing him and putting him to bed. She already put his clothes out every day and wondered quickly if it was going to rain tomorrow so she could do the wash as his sickness was overpowering her sense of smell.

She lifted him up just as William opened his eyes to look at her. Ruth was now holding him close, trying to lift him to his feet. Ruth could feel William doing his part the best he could. With a quick scan of her eyes, she saw that going to William’s room would be walking through a puddle of his sickness, which now looked like a hazard of waste. She knew that tonight she would have to change her dress from wading through it.

She took a deep breath and began to almost drag William to his bed. She just knew that the bottom of her dress was covered in his vile sickness too. With all of her strength, she managed to get him right near his bed. It was then William opened his eyes and mouth. The sound was awful just as what came out onto her dress. It just seem to pour down her dress and all over her as she held William right before putting him to bed.

“Mista William…oh good lords,” she said as the smell hit her nostrils.

William said nothing and Ruth let go of her grip, letting him drop onto the bed. She stepped back to see that she was covered in his gross vomit and it was still dripping down the front of her dress. She looked back and saw William passed out on the bed.

Not wanting any more time with his sickness on her, she quickly pulled down her dress and removed all of her clothes until the warm light was upon her skin. Ruth once again quickly looked over as her back was to William, making sure he was still passed out.

Ruth knew that his clothes were soaked too and that they needed to be washed quickly with hers. Since he was already asleep she knew she was going to be the one to strip him naked. It was something she had not done in its entirety, as she normally only stripped him down to his under clothes.

Ruth moved William’s legs on the bed and then proceeded to once again check to see that he was passed out sleeping. With the knowledge that William was not waking up, she stripped completely naked and then went fetch a pail of water to clean up.

Within a few minutes Ruth had water and a washcloth to clean both her and William up. William had managed to get sick all down her chest to her stomach. It did not take long but the water was already filled with his vile matter. A quick water change and she was once again in the room ready to clean up William.

Ruth had been use to stripping William down after his nights of drinking for a year now, and this was nothing new. The only difference was she was naked and she would have to get William the same way. She did not think any sexual thoughts and when his pants came off, she could see his manhood for the first time.

William was young and strong as was his naked form. His limp penis lay to the side as his chest heaved up and down with his breathing. Ruth could see why Mary was so enthralled with William as he clearly spent time working on his family’s plantation. His muscles also included the size of his sex as Ruth thought it was quite large, but also knew she had little experience in that department.

The mess on the floor needed to be cleaned up as well and she did not want to waste time. She figured that the floor could be done last and William was right there. With another washcloth, she began to clean William from his drunken sickness. It was quick as most of it was on her. A few rinses of the washcloth and William was now clean.

Ruth looked down to see that his male member was fully erect. The shock that her cleaning him would cause excitement almost startled her. He was still asleep but Ruth knew he might wake up from the fact his sex organ was at full attention. The size of him fully erect made Ruth wonder how hard and erect a man could get. She only got a glimpse a few times when she was with Henry.

When Ruth turned to see William, she could see his eyes looking right at her breasts. “You’re up? You shouldn’t be looking at me. You need to sleep.”

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Right now, I’m on my knees before the lovely and powerful Nubia Blackstone, the sexy African-American Goddess whom I worship. The six-foot-two, lean and muscular Black Amazon sits on the couch with her legs spread as I tenderly lick her pussy. My name is Caroline O’Bannon, a Canadian-born Irish dyke who simply worships superior Black women. Nubia orders me to lick her pussy like my life depended on it and I do just that. For she is my dominant African-American Goddess who I must obey. As a White female, my place is at the feet of the superior Black woman.

I’ve been fascinated by Black women for as long as I can remember. Since I was raised in Ottawa, I’ve seen many immigrants from Africa and the Caribbean move into the capital city. These Black ladies are lovely, strong, vivacious, smart and resilient. They’re not soft, fake, bigoted and weak like us White women. I was drawn to Black women’s natural beauty and power. I yearned to suckle the breasts of bodacious Black women I saw at the mall or in restaurants. I longed to kiss the fantastic behinds of gorgeous Black ladies I ran into at the workplace. I craved the taste of Black pussy long before I even realized it.

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I know that as a White woman living in North America, I’ve been brainwashed into thinking of myself as superior. And that couldn’t be further from the truth. From my Goddess Nubia I learned the truth. Black men and Black women are the architects of human civilization. Vestiges of the Black-led civilizations remain in places like Axum, Ethiopia, Carthage and Ancient Nubia. Europeans like myself are genetically inferior and are nothing more than murderous thieves with a talent for exploiting those different from us. Black people are strong, compassionate, creative, passionate and dignified. White people are treacherous, manipulative and deceitful. Those are our only talents. Thus spoke my Black Goddess. And I absolutely believed her. The history books of the modern world agreed with her point.

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I muted my screams as she continued ramming her dildo up my uptight White ass. I’ve never had anything other than toilet paper in my ass before. Okay, I lied. I’ve been known to stick things up my ass before. Let’s see, I’ve shoved a flashlight up my fat White ass ( small one) and also a cucumber, and some carrots. I had to go to the hospital to get the flashlight removed but claimed it was just a weird accident. I don’t think the doctor believed me. The lady looked like she wanted to laugh the entire time. Well, now my ass is filled with my Goddess Nubia’s thick strap-on dildo. And it is stretching my ass so much that I just know I’m going to walk funny for a couple of days.

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Let me describe my sex life – out of the blue. See, all my adult life, when I looked for sex, like going to a night club with the fellas, I always struck out. But, when I was not looking for companionship, women would be all over me.

Case in point. I was living in Fort Worth, Texas and had hit all the good strip clubs. I had no girlfriend, although I was fairly good-looking, with a huge 10-inch dick. Yet, I had no game. I wasn’t a player and I wasn’t one for throwing out bull to con a girl into bed. Yes, I was that nice guy who went home alone.

One night, I decided to hit a club in Kennedale, the next town over. The place was kind of rundown, with lumpy furniture and creaky tables. The girls were an average lot, no really hot girls but what you might expect to find at one of the many trailer parks in Kennedale.

I had a few drinks and tipped a few girls. Got some lap dances. Probably the hottest chick there was Mary, who was tall but skinny. Yet, she sported a 38 DD rack! I swear I thought she’d topple over from the weight whenever she leaned down to take a tip while on stage. I gave her plenty of tips but could not get her to my table for a drink because I was, like, the twentieth guy in line.

Finally, I gave up and got some lap dances. One girl, named Daisy, got me into the back room and shielded me from the house mom and barback. She gave me a blowjob (in return for an extra twenty) and swallowed all my cum, sucking until I was completely limp. She then asked for my phone number. Of course, I gave it to her but I’d already figured she’d only call when she wanted some money.

As I was about to leave for the night, I spotted Mary on one of the back stages. Now, those stages are the best because, when girl gets on her knees to crawl over to a customer, her head is about crotch height. I stood in front and she came over to me. Using her head, she grazed my cock lightly and then, after gasping at the size of it when it was flaccid, really ground against me. Despite the blow job, I got hard and she gave me a shocked look.

Then, she asked if she could give me a lap dance in the back room. I said yes, of course. It took a few moments after she got off stage, but she got me back there. She had on a nice two-piece that showed a ton of cleavage, the kind of valley a dick could get lost in. She also wore a silk robe, kind of like what you see rich Southern women wearing at their mansions in movies like “Cat on a Hot Tin Roof.”

Her black stilettos accentuated her nice legs, giving them a toned look despite them being skinny. They were six-inch heels, by the way (Texas conservatives passed a law forcing dancers to wear those size heels, hoping the girls would balk at it and quit or they’d see their friends get hurt wearing them; either way, the law failed).

Sashaying in front of me, she unhooked her bra and unleashed those jugs. They swayed like heavy bags and she leaned forward, bracing her arms against the cheap naugahyde couch with her hands. I hesitated because some clubs will throw you out if they catch you touching the girls, but Mary said it was okay.

I leaned forward and suckled those huge nipples of hers like a newborn. I love sucking tits and I switched back and forth on her, making the nipples hard and sensitive. I would suckle one and blow lightly on the other before alternating. That got her breathing heavy and I could tell it wasn’t faked. I hate if a girl doesn’t cum from me doing her tits and the sweat forming on her chest let me know I’d gotten to her.

The song changed and I let her go on. I had enough for twenty lap dances, if need be, so she slid into my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck. She told me she thought I was the hottest guy in the club and I nodded. I knew the game. Girls will say what they think will get a guy to cough up more money.

Mary was different, though. I’d caught her looking my way many times during that night. As she rubbed her bony ass against the bulge in my shorts, she cooed that she really got into me when she felt my huge cock. The other dancers had told her that I was a really nice guy and that she should get with me.

Then, she dropped the bomb that she was a single mother of three! Wow. No one would ever have known because she didn’t show it.

Normally, some girl saying she had kids would kill my erection, but I got harder. I could feel a wet spot and realized it was from both my pre-cum and her pussy. Her panties were soaked and now I knew why she’d worn the robe.

Breathing hard, she reached down and unbuckled my shorts. Her robe hid us from the roving house mom’s sight. She freed my huge member and stroked a string of pre-cum out of it, cleaning it off with a finger and putting it in her mouth. She then said she wanted me in her. I wanted that but, remember, I’ve got a ten-inch dick and she was skinny as a rail. I’d been with girls bigger than her who couldn’t take even a third of my dick (yeah, real life is nothing like in those porn flicks).

She was determined, though. She pulled her panties aside and then the T-back underneath, revealing soft lips and a rather large clit, nature’s way of compensating for being skinny, I guessed. Rising up, she crawled forward a little and began sliding her pussy up and down my cock. Man, she was wet and I thought I could maybe get a little bit of myself into her.

I still wasn’t sure, despite being horny. See, I love eating pussy, mainly because I enjoy if a woman gets off. I’m not a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am kind of guy. Eating pussy also gets women really juiced up and it makes it a lot easier to slide my dick into them.

Well, I whispered to her to stand up on the couch and put her pussy on my face. Eyes in shock, she quickly complied and I sank my face into her wetness. She tasted sweet and I ran my tongue all over her pussy lips, while taking her clit into my mouth and sucking on it. Her juices ran down the side of her thighs and she barely kept from crying out in ecstasy.

Then, the house mom walked by and called for last dances. It was almost closing time. Reluctantly, I released that pussy and let Mary slide down my body. I eased her on to my throbbing cock and, sure enough, she was wet enough for me to slide in balls deep. But, she was tight, like a vice grip. She ground against me and the feeling was overwhelming. I felt myself cumming before five minutes were up and told her. She said nothing and I just exploded into her, shooting wad after wad into her pussy.

At that, the song ended and the lights came on. Mary and I fixed ourselves. I tied my jacket around my waste while she closed her robe. I fished out my wallet and gave her $100, but she opened my wallet first, peeking at my license before taking my money.

She asked me what kind of car I drove and to wait in the parking lot for fifteen minutes. I took her home. She invited me inside (her kids were two blocks over with a babysitter until the morning) and I got the first of many free lap dances.

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