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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.

Nubia smiles as I lick her pussy. Once I’m done, she tells me to lick her golden brown toes. I simply love her cute toes and her sexy, simply killer legs. Nubia is simply amazing. Six feet two inches and one hundred and seventy eight pounds of sexy, hard-bodied and big-booty Black female perfection. I suck each and every one of her ten perfect golden brown toes. My Goddess looks at me and smiles. Apparently she is pleased with what I’ve escort halkalı done. Good.

Next, my Goddess Nubia dons her strap-on dildo. And she looks absolutely sexy wearing it. I fasten my lips to the strap-on dildo and eagerly suck it. It’s what I deserve because I am a silly little White slut. I need the structure and discipline that only a strong Black Goddess can provide. Nubia berates me as I suck her strap-on dildo. She calls me a dumb White slut, a useless European cunt and Euro trash that thinks too highly of itself. My Black Goddess changed my world by revealing to me the truth of myself.

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.

After I finished sucking Nubia’s strap-on dildo, she put me on my back and raised my chubby White legs in the air. Nubia thrusts the dildo into my inferior White escort sefaköy pussy and begins fucking me. My Goddess strap-on dildo is a wondrous tool. Modeled after the amazing member of legendary African-American Porn Star Lexington Steele. Nubia holds my legs firmly as she slams the dildo into my inferior White pussy. I rub my tits together as Nubia fucks me. An annoyed look creeps into my African-American Goddess’s beautiful face and she smacks me hard across the face. My eyes widen in shock. Nubia wags her finger at me and reminds me that she did not give me permission to touch myself while she was fucking me. I apologize for my stupidity. Nubia shrugs and says that since I’m nothing more than a blue-eyed cave bitch, I honestly didn’t know any better.

I scream as my superior Black Goddess fucks my cunt with her thick Black strap-on dildo. It is tearing up my pussy and I absolutely love it. Nubia berates me as she fucks me. She calls me a blue-eyed cave bitch, a dumb cunt and a After slamming her massive Black strap-on dildo in my inferior White pussy for a long while, Nubia decided to try something new. She ordered me to get on all fours. Face down and ass up. I immediately obey my mistress. My Black Goddess looks at my fat White ass. Unlike a curvy Black woman, my ass isn’t thick and round. It’s just a huge mass of vaguely rounded White flesh. I’m a five-foot-eight, 250-pound, short-haired White slut. I am decidedly no match for a six-foot-two, 178-pound sexy Black Amazon.

Nubia spreads my plump White ass cheeks wide open and spits on my escort atakent asshole. My sexy Black Goddess claims she likes my asshole because it’s the only place in my pale White body that is a healthy shade of brown. I take that as a compliment. Nubia presses her strap-on dildo against my asshole and gently eases it inside. At the same time she grips my short blonde hair and yanks my head back. With a passionate groan, she slams the dildo up my asshole. A sharp scream escapes my mouth. One second after I screamed, my Goddess smacks me hard across the face. My punishment for being such a dim-witted White slut.

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.

After plowing into my asshole for a good while, my dominant Black Goddess Nubia pressed a special button on her dildo. That’s when the dildo spat its venom deep inside of me. It filled my ass with a special concoctions of hot lotions which Nubia used as ‘artificial cum’. I squealed as Nubia’s hot artificial cum filled my asshole. My dominant Black Goddess laughed and smacked my fat White ass one more time. My reward for being such an obedient White slut. My dominant Black Goddess shared with me her vision of a world where all White bitches would belong to strong Black Goddesses and there would finally be peace on earth. I can’t wait for it to come true!

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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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“I can think of a way!” Rachel said as her lips locked onto Kenzie’s mouth. Their tongues danced about as their hands slid across each others’ breasts and the rest of their bodies. Grant was really becoming addicted to watching his wife writhe on the floor with this freaky white girl.

Rachel and Kenzie rolled onto each other a few more times before Rachel looked over to Grant. She curled her finger in a beckoning way just as Kenzie pulled her face back down to her chest. Rachel sucked a burgundy nipple into her mouth while Grant crawled over to where the girls were making out like teenagers. He grabbed Rachel’s ass and spread her cheeks. His tongue dragged across her asshole and her wet slit as he listened to the moans and sighs of his wife and her lover.

“Oh my god! Lick me baby.” he heard a voice say as his tongue darted in and out of Rachel’s holes.

“Lick that cracker bitch’s ass, boy!” he heard his wife’s voice say. He felt his cock grow another inch as he imagined the desperate lust driving that kind of talk out of his straight-laced, church-going wife. She escort bağcılar was turning into a freak right before his eyes.

After a few minutes of this, he felt the body he was pleasuring pull away from him. Grant opened his eyes and saw Rachel whispering something into Kenzie’s ear. She grinned and pushed Grant onto his back. Soon Grant understood what Rachel had said to his wife.

The two women kissed their way down the black man’s muscular chest and down his stomach. His cock and scrotum were enveloped in a swarm of lips and tongues slurping and sucking his long black fuck-stick. Grant’s eyes rolled back and he let a slow grunt-turned-moan before it finished. He looked up to see Paul on the edge of his seat stroking his own cock slowly.

“Man, you do this to all the partners?” he asked Paul. His colleague laughed and shook his head.

“Well, I can’t speak for the entire firm but this is a first for me, too.” he chuckled. The girls kept up their efforts and soon Grant started to feel his balls tighten. Rachel escort merter and Kenzie held back a bit and spent a little time on each other before Grant looked up and frowned. Kenzie giggled as she crawled cat-like around to where her husband’s head lie.

Grant watched curiously as Kenzie turned to face Rachel. Her knee swung over his face, her pussy landing square on his lips. Her juices ran down his chin and his face as his tongue instinctively snaked up into her hot sex. Kenzie let out a loud groan as she watched Rachel straddle her husbands shiny 8-inch cock and line it up with her pussy.

Rachel lowered herself down onto the shaft. Her eyes widened as Grant’s girth fully imbedded itself in her slippery twat. She raised herself up and lowered herself again in a slow rhythm while she watched her husband stroke his cock, his eyes locked on her body like a missile zeroed on its target. Rachel lifted herself off Grant’s cock and lined his meat up with her asshole.

Grant moaned as he felt Rachel’s tight hole swallow escort fatih up his cock. With that, Rachel started bouncing up and down on Grant’s shaft like she was riding a thoroughbred.

“Ugh, yes fuck yourself with that big black dick you honky cunt! Fuck him good!” Kenzie continued as she pawed and caressed Rachel’s sweat-soaked tits and neck. Kenzie’s hand wandered down to Rachel’s soaked pussy and found her swollen clit. Kenzie frigged Rachel’s shaved pussy until she dug her nails into Grant’s six-pack stomach in a wave of orgasmic chaos. Kenzie could feel Rachel’s pussy blast its juices onto her husband’s pelvis as she shuddered and rumbled through orgasm after orgasm.

“Ahh Ahh Ahh Good GOD!” she panted as she rocked back and forth on Grant’s rock-hard prick. Kenzie leaned forward and soul-kissed Rachel as her own orgasm floated up out of her belly and exploded out of her own mouth in a loud scream. Kenzie raised herself off her husband’s face as he started to lose it.

Grant roared triumphantly as his come blew up inside Rachel’s tight ass. Rachel smiled ear-to-ear as she felt the hot sticky come coat her rectum. She really did love a cock up her ass.

Paul watched intently as his wife and her lovers collapsed on themselves. His own hard-on was still at full-mast as he stood up. He wasn’t about to go without after the depraved display he had just witnessed…

To Be Continued…

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Josef sighed. From his seat near the departure screens he could see that the status for the 9:00 AM flight from SFO to CTG had just changed from “On Time” to “Delayed.” The large window to his left revealed the likely culprit: a low-lying river of cold fog.

Compulsively he swiped his phone, staring again at the awkwardly cold goodbye texts he had exchanged with his ex-fiancée. He knew they each meant well, but they hadn’t figured out how to talk to each other now that their relationship was over. He hoped distance and a break would help.

He slipped his headphones in and closed his eyes.

———————

Josef woke from a sweaty half-sleep as the bus’s whine down-shifted to a growl. The pockmarked window to his left framed a bright Caribbean inlet full of fishing boats and through the windshield he could catch snippets of the coastal village at the end of the descent.

He’d been in the bus for more than five hours. He’d been in the country for just over two days. He really needed to pee.

Five minutes later they came to a grinding stop at the first intersection in town. Josef pulled his headphones from his ears and stuffed his already bent and rumpled book into a small backpack before stretching and joining the slow moving line in the aisle. The stocky Colombian woman in front of him slung a trussed chicken over her shoulder. The forced immobility of its body was belied by the rapid flickering of its eyes.

The two Australians behind Josef joined the queue as well, continuing the endless discussion of which particular areas of corporate law they hoped to focus on that had plagued the pre-sleep part of Josef’s bus ride. The girl was actually cute in a waify way, but her apparently genuine fascination with the details of commercial paper and/or transactional intellectual property law–she couldn’t decide–robbed Josef of any attraction he might have felt. Not her fault really.

While he waited for the driver to unload the bus’s luggage compartment, Josef looked around. The ocean was two blocks away down a slight slope and from where he stood he could see a row of food carts lining the road that ran alongside the water. The streets between the bus stop and the ocean were paved, but those that wound away from the water were pitted dirt and gravel. Houses–most concrete blocks, a few made of uneven bricks–lined the edges of those roads until the buildings petered out and the streets became footpaths that wound into the green-spined hills.

He dug his guidebook out of his small bag and flipped to the dog-eared page on the village of Taganga. The hostel recommended to him by a friendly German he’d met in Cartagena was circled, but it took Josef a moment to locate it on the small map of the town and another moment to place himself in relation to it.

Bags were appearing out of the bus’s undercarriage, and he moved forward to watch for his. The Colombian woman and her unfortunate chicken retrieved a pallet of soft drinks and moved away down the town’s main road. The chattering Australians slung brand new packs onto their shoulders and sauntered off in the same direction. By the time his own rather worn looking backpack emerged the crowd of passengers had dwindled to two.

Josef was turning to leave when he heard the remaining passenger begin to interrogate the bus-driver in rather proper sounding English.

“Where’s my bag? Is there another compartment? I loaded it myself, so I know it’s on the bus!”

“No entiendo, señorita.”

“My bag! Where is it!”

“Ah, su mochila. No sé, no esta aquí.” The driver gestured at the empty baggage hold.

“I don’t understand! Where is it?”

Josef sighed and internally debated just continuing on to his hostel. He wanted nothing more than to sleep (and to empty his bladder) but he knew he’d feel guilty if he just walked away.

“Can I help?” he asked the English girl.

“Do you speak Spanish?” she turned towards him hopefully. He hadn’t mastered the rather impressive range of British accents but hers reminded him of the BBC radio voices that his parents had listened to on occasion. and experience taught him she was likely from London.

“Badly, but apparently a little bit better than you at least,” he answered.

She frowned at him. She was pretty. Clearly of Indian descent; long black hair and almond skin, with judgmental grey-green eyes.

“Sorry,” Josef said, “I’ll ask him about your bag.”

The driver insisted he knew nothing about the bag. He let them look in both of the compartments under the bus and they were empty. The girl was almost in tears by the time they finished searching.

“I’m sorry. It happens. Either one of the other people on the bus grabbed it before you got off, or it was taken at one of the stops we made on our way here,” he told her.

“All my clothes were in it! And my toiletries. And my shoes! My trip is ruined and I’ve only been here a day.”

“Do you have your wallet and your passport at least?” Josef asked.

“Yes. Thank god. They’re in this bag. And my laptop too.” ortaköy escort She indicated the small backpack she wore.

“Then you’re alright. You can replace your other bag and you can buy new clothing. All you’ve lost is a little time and money.”

He could see that she was on the verge of tears, but right before they started she took a deep breath and squared her shoulders.

“You’re right. What’s an adventure without a few hiccups?”

Josef smiled at her. She smiled back.

“That’s the spirit. Do you know where you’re staying? I would offer to carry your bag there, but well… you know.”

She smacked him in the shoulder.

“Ass. I had a hostel picked out, but my guide book was in the bag that you so gallantly won’t be carrying. Do you know where you’re going?”

He pointed at the nearest road that led away from the beach.

“That way,” he paused, looking around. “I think.” She rolled her eyes.

“I’m Josef, by the way.”

“Mira. I would say it’s a pleasure to meet you, but I’m afraid to me you’ll always be the boy who couldn’t find my bag.” They shook hands.

———————

The road to Josef’s chosen hostel skirted an unoccupied dirt soccer field on its right. On their left they passed three ramshackle restaurants, one outfitted with a stand selling woven bracelets. Mira’s eyes roamed everywhere.

“Is this your first big trip?” Josef asked.

“Yeah, I’ve travelled some in Europe and India, but this is my first proper time backpacking. I quit my job a month ago and here I am.”

He eyed her carefully. “Accountant?”

“How dare you!” She glared at him, and then paused. “Investment banker.”

“Ha! Is there really a difference?”

He got smacked in the shoulder again.

“And what about you, Mr. Gritty and Experienced Traveler? What job are you not doing right now? Let me guess…” She looked him up and down with her left eye squinted as they walked. “Motorcycle mechanic? Bank robber? No, I know! You’re a barista at some truly insufferable coffee house!”

“Ummm, thank you?”

“No really, what do you do?”

“Lawyer.”

She laughed.

“Really? That’s worse than accountant!”

“Well… In my defense, I did quit.”

The Hostel Miramar did indeed have an ocean view, if you were willing to climb onto it’s roof and peer over the soccer field and between a few buildings. The girl who greeted them at the front desk had waist-length dreadlocks and grinned at Josef toothily.

“Dorm or private room?”

“Dorm for me,” answered Joseph, looking at Mira.

“Private room,” she said. “Sorry, I’ve had enough stuff stolen today.”

The dread-locked girl handed them each a key.

“The private room is down the hallway, the dorm is upstairs on the right. Breakfast is available in the morning between seven and nine. Here are your sheets, bring them back when you check out.” She slapped down two sets of bedding on the counter.

“Any questions?”

Josef took his sheets. “Just one, where’s the bathroom?”

“There’s one in the dorm room.”

He and Mira paused at the stair well.

“Thanks for your help,” she said.

“No worries. Sorry again about your bag. If you need to borrow anything, just come up and grab me. My underwear probably won’t fit you, but you’re welcome to toothpaste and the like. Also, I’m going to head out to get dinner in a few hours if you want to join me.”

Mira smiled at him. “That would be nice.”

Josef paused at the top of the stairs. From behind the door to his assigned dorm he could hear the beat drop inDie Antwoord’s”I Fink U Freeky.” That did not bode well for his nap. He opened the door. The room had bunk beds flush against the walls to his left and right. A window in the wall in front of him opened onto a balcony that faced the almost-visible Caribbean.

On the bottom bunk to his left two men were huddled together over a book. He raised his hand in a greeting, but neither turned towards him. He recognized the book as a PADI open water diving manual, but what held the attention of the men were the lines of white powder spread out on its cover.

‘Hey fellas, sorry, I think I have the wrong room.” Josef turned around and headed back down the stairs to the front desk.

“Get lost?” the dreadlocked girl asked him, looking up from a magazine.

“Not quite. You don’t happen to have another dorm room, do you? Perhaps a little quieter?”

She nodded in understanding. “There’s one other dorm, but it’s co-ed. Are you ok with that?”

“Sure.”

They swapped keys and she pointed at the stairs again. “This time it’s on your left.”

Josef paused at the door and listened carefully but this time there was only silence on the other side. He eased it open and peeked inside. The room was a mirror of the first dorm with two bunk beds against the walls to each side. Three of the beds were occupied. He slung his backpack down next to the open bed (the lower bunk on his right), and quickly slid into the bathroom. He reentered bebek escort the room in a much calmer state of mind, but his momentary tranquility was jarred when, on turning towards his bunk, he found himself eye-level with a rather remarkable (and very white) ass. Its perfection was only slightly marred by the black thong that disappeared into its folds. After a brief moment of reverence, Josef averted his eyes, slid off his shoes and flopped down onto the lower bunk. Only then did he look at the beds on the other side of the room.

Both occupants had their backs to him, but what he could see was quite revealing. The girl in the top bunk’s black hair cascaded over her shoulders and pooled on the bed near the middle of her back. Her body was long and slim and like her companion in the bunk above Josef, it was only covered by a small thong.

The girl in the bunk directly across from him was short and curvy. Her curly auburn hair seemed to have a life of its own. She slept contorted, like she had fallen from a plane. Her hair swallowed her face, but her legs were splayed and, unlike her friends, she wore no underwear.

Josef blinked and then quickly turned to face the wall. Nap. Right. He was here to sleep. Sleep. It took a little while.

———————

When he woke it took him a few seconds to remember where he was. He opened his eyes half-expecting to see the walls of his bedroom in San Francisco, but the clinging heat suggested otherwise. He sat up and looked around. The light had changed from the flat glare of midday to the curved tones of late afternoon. The beds across from him were empty.

He grabbed his toes and stretched painfully. Perhaps he should have undressed before falling asleep. He felt a certain kinship for a lobster that suddenly realizes the water may be a bit warm. Nothing a shower couldn’t fix. Except, now that he listened, he could hear the sound of the shower through the wall.

Josef lay down to wait. Orange was creeping into the sky by the time the bathroom door opened.

“Hi.”

The auburn-haired girl shrieked in surprise, nearly dropping the towel that was wrapped neatly around her.

“Oh my god! I totally forgot that there was anyone else here. I’d gotten used to it being just the three of us. I’m so sorry for yelling. Where are my manners, I’m Michal.” She stuck out her hand.

Josef smiled at her and shook it. “Josef. My apologies for intruding, but it didn’t really seem like I was going to get much sleep in the other dorm.”

She frowned. “Oh yeah, those two. I’ve met them a couple times. They kind of gave me the creeps.”

“People come to Colombia for a lot of different reasons. I’m pretty sure their reason is white and powdered.”

“Donuts?” She looked at him quizzically for a moment before smiling. “Yeah, you’re probably right. That stuff is so bad for you though. Do you know that it permanently lowers serotonin levels in the brain if you take it regularly? That means that eventually the only way to feel normal is to keep doing the drug. Even if you eventually kick it, the serotonin doesn’t come back, so you’re like permanently depressed.” She paused, “Sorry, I’m a med student, I’m full of fun facts like that.”

Josef laughed. “There are worse character flaws, I suppose. So if it’s not cocaine, what brings you and your friends to Colombia?”

“A guy we know from undergrad is getting married. He’s a big adventurer or whatever, so he and his fiancée decided to get married here. Actually not here, but on the beach in some National Park near here.”

Josef nodded. “Tayrona. It’s supposed to be spectacular, I was planning on heading there at some point myself.”

“The beach sounds nice, but that’s too mellow for our friend so he and some of the guests are going on some crazy trek before the wedding.” Michal shook her head. “Apparently there’s an old, lost city in the jungle near here and you can pay some locals to take you there. It takes a couple days each way and you have to ford some rivers and survive monstrous mosquitos. I guess it’s his version of a psycho bachelor party.”

“That sounds fun,” Josef replied “But I take it from your description that you’re not going?”

“Hell no. I’m about as far out of my comfort zone as I care to go. Plus, I need to study. Irene and Lee are going though. Those are the other two girls in here. We used to be roommates in college.”

“Oh yeah, I think I saw them when I came in.”

“I’ll bet you did.” She smirked at him.

He smiled back at her. “Hey, I didn’t look too closely. But as I remember it, they weren’t the ones without any underwear on.”

She blushed a little. “I hate sleeping with clothes on. Especially when it’s so humid. I hope I didn’t scar you for life or anything.”

“I think I’ll survive somehow. I might need therapy though.”

“Poor baby.”

She walked past him to her bunk. The setting sun painted the rather drab walls of the dorm room in pink and red.

“If you don’t want to add to your therapy bill, you might feriköy escort want to avert your eyes,” Michal told Josef over her shoulder.

Before he could respond, she removed her towel and bent to search through her bag. Josef found himself staring directly at her ass. Her pussy was clearly visible as well. It was covered in a light down of chestnut hair. He saw her looking back at him from between her legs. She smirked again.

He turned away reluctantly. “I’m not sure whether I envy or pity your future patients.”

Just then the door to the room opened.

“Michal! What are you doing?!” The tall, dark-haired girl stood in the doorway staring at them. She was Asian, with high cheekbones and piercing black eyes. Behind her Josef could half-see a smaller blonde girl.

“I’m putting on underwear Irene. It’s not like you haven’t seen me do it before.” Michal pulled a thong out of her bag and stepped into it.

“But you’re doing it right in front of him.”

Michal shrugged. “He already saw us when he came in. Plus, he’s cute and this is the extreme version of ‘what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.’ We’re in freaking Colombia. Don’t judge me.”

Irene rolled her eyes and stepped into the room. She was wearing blue and grey running pants and a matching top. She waved at curtly at Josef. “I’m Irene. I see you’ve already met Michal.”

Josef nodded.

The girl who followed her into the room looked like she had stepped out of a Vermeer painting. Her skin was almost translucent and her blonde hair framed liquid blue eyes.

“I’m Lee. I’m happy that we’re going to be friends.”

“Umm. Nice to meet you too.” Josef replied.

Irene snorted. “Don’t mind her. She’s like that.”

Josef stood up. “It’s a pleasure to meet all of you. But I should take a shower. I promised to meet a friend for dinner, and I’m filthy. You guys are welcome to join us, of course.” He paused at the door to the shower. “I’ll warn you when I’m about to come out in case you’re changing or whatever.”

“Don’t bother,” answered Irene. “Apparently some of us want you to see them naked and others think they’re destined to be your friend. I’ll just pretend you’re our fourth female roommate.”

———————

Unfortunately, everyone was dressed when Josef emerged wearing board shorts and a semi respectable linen shirt. Irene and Michal had put on dresses.

“We’ll take you up on your dinner offer, if that’s ok.” Michal told Josef.

“Great! An Irish guy in Cartagena told me about a place in town that serves amazing food. Of course, having tasted Irish cooking before, his standards may not be so high. But it’s worth a shot. Let’s just grab my friend from downstairs, and we can be on our way.”

Mira gave Josef a questioning look when she opened her door.

“These are my dorm-mates. Michal, Irene, Lee, meet Mira. We met on the bus. Some jackass stole her bag.”

“Oh that’s terrible!” said Lee sympathetically. “If you need anything, you can come borrow it from us! Underwear, clothes, makeup, whatever.”

“Thank you,” said Mira politely.

–

———————

It turned out the Irishman had excellent taste in food. They ate their dinner on the outdoor patio of a sprawling restaurant that seemed out of place amongst the ramshackle buildings of Taganga. The food was delicious and after three bottles of Malbec and a shot or two of aguardiente, they were all quite drunk.

The restaurant closed a little before eleven and they found themselves on the street.

“Should we go down to the beach?” Josef suggested.

The girls agreed and together they walked down a gravel road scored by runoff from the hills. Most of the food carts that Josef had seen from the bus stop were gone by the time they arrived, though a few remained selling arepas and freshly blended fruit juice. Josef stopped at a small store and bought them a bottle of aguardiente before they wandered out onto the sand.

Taganga sat in a cove. To their right, a long and hilly spit of land stretched out into the water. The moon was out and full, and it traced a silver paint brush trail through the silhouetted fishing boats and dark water in front of them. On the hillside to their left, lights and dance music blared from the open air deck of a club.

Josef found a log and sat down in the middle. Michal quickly took the seat to his immediate right, and Irene sat down beside her. There was a slight pause and then Lee sat to his left with Mira completing the row.

Josef opened the bottle and passed it to his left.

“The semi-official drinking saying in Spanish is ‘Arriba, abajo, al centro, adentro!'” he said, demonstrating the meaning with his hands. “But since we don’t have any shot glasses, we’ll have to settle for ‘Salud!'”

“Have you spent a lot of time down here?” asked Michal.

“More in Central America than in South America. Though some in both.”

“Why?” asked Irene.

“Because it’s fun? Seriously, look at where we are now. We’re staring at moonlight on the Caribbean. Tomorrow I could wake up and decide to go diving, or I could go to Cali and learn Salsa, or to Medellin to snort lines off of Pablo Escobar’s tombstone. Or hell, I could decide I’m bored with Colombia and go to Brazil. It’s an addictive type of rootlessness. And you learn all sorts of things.”

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Sara and I were in the back of a stretch Limo heading back to the Houston rental after the gala to support the foundation that sponsored Paul Bosworth’s research. In the car with us was Barbara Dayworthy, and her husband Paul Bosworth. Also, with us was Sara’s niece Jessica Harper and her boyfriend Praveen Kumar. Sara was commenting to Barbara Dayworthy on the success of the gala.

“Three quarters of a million was a nice round number. That took some organization, darling,” said Sara.

“Throw a party and Houston’s Grand Dames will show up and write checks on their husband’s accounts. You don’t live in Houston we do that kind of money in our sleep,” said Barbara.

The limo pulled up to the driveway of the house that we were using, and a familiar figure was standing by the open door. William was assisting the women out of the car. The limo drove off leaving Barbara and her husband, Jessica and Praveen with us.

“A quick nightcap and William will drive you home,” said Sara.

The lights were on in the house with Paula holding the door. When we were settled, she circulated around with a tray of martinis. I noticed that Sara declined a cocktail and was drinking orange juice instead. Sara commented on the MC who she thought was hideous.

“The woman could barely fit in her dress and to prance around the stage like that I was surprised that there were any bids for the auction,” said Sara.

“I noticed that you were competitive on some of the items, darling,” I said trying to break the mood of the group.

“Paul, I needed your help, if we had worked together, we could have defeated the couple in the red dress and tux, and the foundation that supports Paul’s research would be that much richer. I really wanted that necklace,” said Sara.

“I will find something as beautiful if not more than that cheap piece of glass for you darling,” I said.

“Sara, I’ve asked before, I still want to know what school you sent him to. He seems to know how to make you happy,” said Barbara.

“And as I explained earlier, it takes a lot of practice and patients, but he got the message very quickly. I think he enjoys surprising me,” said Sara.

Paula circulated a second round of drinks and snacks which made the mood in the group relax even more. It was Dr. Bosworth that ended the evening when he stood and announced that he had to get to his lab in the morning. William was standing by the Land Rover and Jessica, Dayworthy and Bosworth got in the back seat and Praveen rode with William. We bid everyone a good evening and went back into the house and sat in the living room and talked about the party.

Sara slid next to me and kissed my cheek. “Paul were you serious about getting me another diamond necklace?”

“I’ve been looking and there are two that I think would look good on you. I can only afford one so I will let you see my selections and you can choose,” I said as I kissed Sara.

“Darling as much as I would like another bauble, we have expenses coming soon so let’s put that off,” said Sara.

We kissed rose and moved to our bedroom, leaving the house for Paula to clean up. I was wondering what expenses Sara was talking about the only thing I could think about was the cabana. I could not see any expenses looming in the future. But if Sara wanted to delay. I could delay.

The Gala we attended was styled as a throwback to the 1920’s. The outfits that the three ladies wore this evening were inspired by “Flappers” and for the most part they carried the look off well. That was the reason Sara commented on the MC’s dress, which was not well thought out. I started to get out of the tux at the same time Sara was undressing in the bathroom. I was in bed just as Sara came into the room. Sara was naked but somehow different from what I remembered her a few weeks before.

She slid next to me and grabbed my hand and placed it on one of her breasts. She rolled further and brought our lips together. Her hand found my cock and was stimulating it to a nice erection.

“Now Mr. Rogers if you will put that thing, between your legs, to good use. Both of us will be happy, me especially,” whispered Sara.

Sara directed my cock into her pussy and then kissed me. “You feel so good Countess, I could make love to you forever,” I said as I began to move my penis in and out of her.

“This is what I wanted, my darling. You and me in the same bed with your tool working my pussy over,” said Sara with a slight laugh.

“You feel great and look beautiful, Sara,” I said before I took one of her breasts in my mouth.

Sara brought my head to hers and our lips met in a long passionate kiss. I continued moving my cock in and out of her warm silky pussy. Sara started to breathe deeply, and I felt Sara orgasm. She suddenly embraced me, kissed me and held on to me. I continued to move my cock in and out of her quim. I made one thrust and felt my cock let go. I held on to Sara as I came down from my orgasm. We both let sleep take over.

The next time I was aware etiler escort there was a knock on the door. “Mr. Rogers breakfast is ready!” said Paula through the door. I moved my arms and legs and found I was alone. Sara must have gotten up earlier. I got out of bed and performed my usual morning tasks. I dressed and walked to the kitchen. On the counter was a glass of orange juice and a plate of eggs and bacon. Sara was not in the house.

“Ms. Solsbery left earlier this morning with Ms. Dayworthy and will call you later, sir,” said Paula without asking.

I sat and ate was hoping that Paula had some left over, but I was disappointed. I guessed that Sara had a hand in that operation. I almost called Bret but remembered the time change and knew that it would not be appreciated if I called them at 7:00.

Mr. Rogers there is a package in the living room that was delivered after you and Ms. Solsberry left last night,” said Paula.

I followed our house manager into the living room and there was a box about the size of a set of golf clubs. There was a large envelope attached, in the envelope was a birthday card from my wife.

The card was funny but the note below was not “I did not forget Happy Birthday darling. Sara Jane Solsbery Countess of Redding” There were all kinds of calligraphic flourishes below words. “This will require a diamond necklace I am sure,” I thought to myself.

I opened the box and found a new set of clubs in a new bag. These were the ones that I was looking at. It looked like Mr. Solsbery isn’t the only one with information sources. Now all I needed was someone to play with.

“Mr. Kumar called and said he was on the way sir,” said Paula.

Another chance to grill Jessica’s boyfriend. This had Sara written all over it. There was a knock on the door and Paula went to answer it. Praveen followed Paula into the living room. He was dressed in a traditional Scottish kilt and I did a double take when I saw him.

“I grew up in Scotland, and I understand that you need a thrashing on the golf course. Grab your sticks and let’s get out of here. By the way the bet is fifty a hole,” said Praveen.

Fifty a hole was real money if Praveen was as good as he put on. I felt the bag and found a set of shoes in one of the compartments. I was ready and needed to school my young friend. But I still thought that fifty a hole was a larger bet than I wanted to get into. Unfortunately, pride kept me from suggesting a different amount. Praveen took me to one of the oldest municipal golf courses in Houston that recently underwent a major renovation. We paid the green and cart fees and drove to the first tee. There was a tall man standing at the first tee who turned around. I almost fainted when I recognized George Cummings standing at the first tee.

“I see you guys finally made it. Paula must have dragged you out of bed, Paul.”

I introduced George to Praveen, and we started to play with the group giving me the honor of starting. I found out that George had a customer in Houston and coordinated with Sara and Paula to get me to the course for a Birthday game. I was touched by George and Sara’s efforts to make my birthday special. “Yes, a new bauble was required,” I thought to myself.

I could have wished for better results. George took me and Praveen to school and Praveen and I split and owed zero at the end of the game. I suggested lunch, but George begged-off saying he had to meet his client. Praveen dropped me at the house, saying that he had to conference with a client. I walked into the house and William took my clubs and said that he would take care of them. I went to where the bar was set up and noticed that Paula and Sara were in the kitchen discussing something.

“Can’t come in here darling it’s a surprise,” said Sara when she noticed me at the bar.

Barbara Dayworthy walked around the corner and grabbed my wrist and led me out of the house.

“Well if you can put up with an old bag as a lunch partner we can get out of here and leave Sara to do Sara things,” said Dayworthy.

“Madam I hardly consider you an “old bag” and would love to have lunch with you. I am still in the market for dirt on Sara. I need more leverage.”

Dayworthy bundled me in her car and we drove to a popular lunch spot near the rental. We stepped up to the counter and ordered and found a table after getting drinks. The food was good and the conversation ranged from Sara and Barbara in school to how Sara and I met. I decided not to go into all the details.

“Sara’s telling included some juicy bits that you left out Mr. Rogers. Are you embarrassed?” said Barbara.

“I’m not afraid to say that Sara and I made love the first night we met,” I replied.

Dayworthy did her job and we spent three hours talking about the political situation to what my next assignments were. I asked where she and Sara went this morning?

“I found Sara a new client as she is the expert in sexual harassment law. The women beyoğlu escort has a PhD in Geology and is an expert in oil reservoir engineering. She was working for Champion Energy and was promised a promotion and then it was withdrawn under suspicious circumstances. I told Sara that I think that there is a case there, and I would like to see some of those high and mighty men taken down a peg,” said Barbara.

Dayworth’s phone beeped and she announced that we were needed at the house. The check came and my credit card beat Dayworthy’s so I picked up the check. I guessed that a couple of diamond incrusted rings would need to materialize.

“She loves you Mr. Rogers, please don’t forget that. I know that you can cut through her BS, just remember that she loves you,” said Dayworthy as we were leaving the restaurant.

“Barbara, I love her, and she has cut through my issues and stayed with me, but the bottom line is I love her,” I said in response.

There were a lot of cars parked around the house when we arrived. When we got to the house the door opened and I was greeted by a large gathering of friends from LA. Sara was standing in the center of the room with a cocktail glass in her hand and a kiss for me. She handed me the cocktail. I looked around the room and saw Bret and George, Mary Barron, and several producers from Code Women

“Darling did Barbara feed you too much we are having an early dinner,” said Sara.

Like the party that I organized for Sara the group broke into a rendering of “For He’s a Jolly Good Fellow,” and “Happy Birthday” I was amazed that Sara got so many of our LA friends to come to Houston to celebrate my birthday. I stopped with tears welling up in my eyes. I could not imagine that so many would take a trip to celebrate my birthday. Sara embraced me and we kissed again with the crowd applauding. Sara directed me to the table that was set with beautiful china and silverware. Mrs. Kelly commanded a small group of servers. They placed the first course on the table. Again, the practical part of my mind started to see dollar signs departing from our bank accounts.

Dinner proceeded from course to course and wine to wine. I noticed that Sara did not imbibe. Wine was served, and I saw her pick up the glass, but she just took one or two sips. The final course was my favorite; chocolate cake. I was being urged to stand by Sara, who stood beside me.

“We do have some more presents, but I have to steal some thunder to make the presents make sense. Some of you may have noticed that I have not had my signature martini in my hand. I just lightly sipped the wonderful wines selected by Mrs. Kelly. Just before this trip I visited my doctor and in nine months Paul’s and my live will change with the birth of our first child. Darling, I hope you are happy with this news, I sure am,” said Sara.

I concentrated on keeping my knees stiff so I would not collapse. I embraced Sara actually I used her to steady me and kissed her. Now her behavior made sense. Now what I saw last night made sense. We were going to have a baby. Now I knew why Sara embraced the cabana, one of our offices might become a bedroom.

Sara directed me and the rest of the group out to the living room. Two servers were standing at the entrance with trays of Champagne. There was one glass with orange juice for Sara. On a table were several packages wrapped in bright paper. I picked up one and tore the paper off and looked at the box. It was a fancy video camera, now I understood the gift. Sara would want me to document our baby. The next package I opened was a new fancy watch. It would add to my collection. I guess I was becoming a watch connoisseur as I owned five other fancy watches in addition to a smartwatch.

Sara moved closer to me and whispered. “Do not stop loving me sir that is an order.”

“Yes ma’am, that is something I will not do,” I said.

Bret started the second part of the party by relaying the elaborate planning for Sara’s and my wedding. “We didn’t want you to come up with some excuse not to participate, my friend.” She ended the story by proposing a toast to me on my birthday.

Sara took the floor from her friend; “Paul remember the second or third time I came to visit. You were absolutely shit faced drunk. You left your clothes on the floor and greeted me in a bathrobe. I knew I loved you then, but you were a mess, you needed a strong hand to guide you and I guess that I took on that job. Now you will need to guide me and our baby in the future. I give you John Paul Rogers on the celebration of his birthday!”

I remember being drunk and having Sara surprise me. It was not my finest hour the incident at the Salsbery home in England later wasn’t much better. Other friends took the floor and relayed less than glorious stories, but it was all in friendship at least I hoped so.

I also heard more bottles of Champagne being opened and quickly held up my glass for a refill. I grabbed Sara and kissed her; I was cihangir escort in a mood that I would kiss anything that came close. I polished off my second glass and held it aloft wanting a refill. I hand took my glass and put it on the waiter’s tray and it was whisked away. In my ear was Sara saying that I had had enough.

“Darling it is my birthday, I can overindulge if I want,” I whispered.

“But you’re no good to me if your drunk, and I want me some Paul Rogers tonight,” Sara whispered back.

“I was thinking along the lines of Pol Roger.”

“What am I going to do with you, darling?” asked Sara.

I suddenly realized that everyone’s eyes were focused on us and we still had guests to entertain. Sara had me worked up and all I wanted was to make love to my beautiful wife and mother-to-be.

Bret approached and I knew she wanted to talk about credit and compensation on her new project.

“I have a counter-offer Paul, you get a writing credit and you and Sara get Executive Producers credit. I can only offer one hundred plus ten of the gross.”

“Make it one fifty and we have a deal, and Sara and I continue to be involved,” I replied.

A hand moved down my leg to my knee and up toward my crotch. I saw Sara move her hand while I was talking to Bret. Sara moved down when she mentioned the one hundred and up when I mentioned the one fifty. Mrs. Kelly fought through the crowd and placed a glass of Champagne in my hand.

“You looked like you could use some refreshment, Mr. Rogers.”

I emptied the glass in almost one swallow and Mrs. Kelly was quick to refill it. I turned to Sara and explained the deal and she kissed me.

“Bret one fifty and ten take it or leave it,” I said as I finished the glass of champagne.

“I thought you were my friend,” said Bret before I held up my hand.

“I am your friend but now you want something of mine, and I want to be compensated. Bret your shows have done wonders for the streaming network, and I was proud to be a part of some of the success you had. I just want to be paid for my part in the creation of the next hit. Do we have a deal?”

“Yes, Paul we have a deal, I will get the paperwork to you next week.”

I reached over and kissed Bret on the cheek. She was a friend and a person that got me through some tough times.

“Still friends Bret?”

“Of course, Paul but you shouldn’t be kissing me while your wife is around.”

Sara leaned over and kissed Bret and then me and let her hand move up and down my leg.

“See Bret I know who loves who,” said Sara.

I rose and moved around the room making sure that people were entertained. Servers kept offering food and refreshed Champagne glasses. Jessica and Praveen were seated in a corner when I came by.

“Your boyfriend is a very good golfer Jessica, do you play?”

“Yes, I play. It is almost a requirement in my job. I have been known to beat him at times. I hear that your friend Bret is a serious player, will she be in Houston long enough to get in a game?” asked Jessica.

I called over to Bret and Sara. “Your niece wants a crack at Bret. How long are you going to be in Houston?”

“I can extend if I can get a crack at getting some more of the Solsbery’s money,” said Bret.

“Looks like we have two threesomes tomorrow. Loser buys lunch,” I announced.

I noticed that Praveen was working his phone. “Ok we are reserved for 9:30 tomorrow if you old farts can get up at that hour,” said Praveen with a laugh.

“Watch who you are calling and old fart sir,” I said.

I waited for a server to freshen up my glass as I was feeling giddy. I wanted to go over to Sara and encourage her to try the Champagne, but I decided not to try my luck. I continued around the room when Sara and Bret came up beside me and directed me to the couch.

“We are still in control, darling just relax,” said Sara as she kissed me.

What I wanted to do was take my wife in my arms and make passionate love to her. But that would need to wait for later, and I might be less drunk. I noticed that the guests were beginning to leave. I stood and thanked them for making the trip to celebrate my birthday. I sat down again hoping that I did not make a larger fool of myself. Mrs. Kelly came and stationed herself next to me when Sara got up to thank our guests. I guessed that she was my minder now. I mentioned that my glass was empty but got no response from her.

I tried to stand but decided that it was not a good idea. In my mind I counted the two cocktails and four glasses of wine and three or more glasses of Champagne. I was toast. The house emptied and Sara came in and I waited for the blast that I knew was coming. But nothing came she told Mrs. Kelly to start the cleanup and she would take care of me. She helped me to my feet and directed me to our bedroom and helped me get my clothes off. I had moved from the euphoric state to the depressed state. I was being helped by Sara to the bathroom. The shower was on and hot and she closed the door leaving me alone.

“I’m sorry, Sara,” I said over and over hoping to get a response, but nothing came. I finally felt better and shut the shower off and found the towel and began to wipe myself dry. I walked out and found Sara sitting in one of the chairs naked waiting for me.

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