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In her long black clinging cotton skirt, I could see every contour of Melissa’s ass. I could almost even see those marvelous muscular dimples she had, the dimples that I licked over and over when she was naked, face down on the bed ready to be fucked. She loved it from behind, my hands on her sweaty, meaty hips, pounding away. My mouth salivated watching her now. The ass swayed and moved, with a life of its own, as she gracefully made her way across the softly lit dining room. She was youth and vigor. That was Melissa. What was she wearing underneath, I wondered? Fuck. I could barely see the lines. I followed her excited. Maybe she had on a thong.

I watched as she walked to a dark corner. I knew where she was heading. She was going to get more napkins. Nice. Small chance anyone would see us there, and, after all, the dining room was thinning, only three or four tables left. No harm in assessing her mood after a hard evening of feeding the affected bourgeoisie of the city in the over-priced nightmare of a “French” restaurant we worked at.

I looked around. It was quiet and I took a few careless steps. She stopped. I was right behind her. She didn’t know. Oh yes. She bent over to grab the napkins out of the cubby hole. God. I could see her panty lines stretched tightly around her. Not a thong. She had high cuts on, around her hips. I stepped forward quickly. I grabbed her by the hips and pushed myself hard into her. Ummmm.

“What?” she began somewhat alarmed, but saw it was me and stood up.

“What the hell, Peter,” she said and tried to turn around, but I held hips her tightly.

“Baby, you looked so good. I couldn’t help myself.”

She rolled her eyes. “Well–let me go, idiot.” I slowly took my hands off her firm hips, too slowly it turned out, and she jerked away. She was facing me and I grabbed her, again, grinning dumbly, and pressed her against me. I could feel her tight abdomen against my hardening cock.

“Peter, come on,” she whispered harshly. “Stop it.” She slapped my wrist and I reluctantly releases her. She shook her head. “Thank you.”

“Let’s go the cellar,” I leered at her.

“Can’t you wait?”

I shook my head. God. It would be wonderful to fuck Melissa in the wine cellar. It was always wonderful. By the mouldy first growth Bordeaux, especially. It added a touch of class to her straddling my thighs as I sat in an old chair and fucked up into her. In that damp cellar. This time, unlike last week, I would bend her over, push her skirt up, pull her panties down and shove it in. Fuck. It wouldn’t last long. We’d be back to serve the last table their inevitable cheese cake in plenty of time.

“Besides, my period probably starts tonight,” Melissa said.

“All the more reason to get in a little last minute loving, no?” I grinned.

“You’re going to get us fired. Do you understand, shithead?” she asked.

I shrugged. “So?” Christ. This was a joke job while we waited to see which school accepted both of us for law school.

She rolled her eyes again and went to get her napkins. Untapped reserves of discipline and a desire not to get slapped in the face kept my hands off her as she bent over. She stood up, turned, arms full, and pushed by me rudely. I grinned. I loved it when she was like this. I watched her walk away, marveling. It wasn’t just her ass, and that was more than enough. Christ. She was a former high school swimmer, and she still worked out regularly. She’d been pretty good, too, apparently. Fourth at State. And that back of hers. God damn. Nothing like Melissa, bent over, on her knees naked, muscles rippling, ass jiggling with each harsh unforgiving thrust into her pink blond cunt after another. And baby, took it all always. Both twenty-four, we’d been living together for five months.

Thirty minutes later, right after my last table was cleared, disaster struck. Melissa walked up to me while I was innocently flirting with the new bar stock-girl. I turned away from the kid as soon as I saw my lady. I tried to smile, but she was having none of it.

“Through hitting on the fresh meat?” she snarled.

“I wasn’t–”

“Shut up. I saw you.”

“But–”

“Shut up.”

I smiled. No use arguing with her. I shrugged and waited for her judgment.

“I just sat a deuce. I was going to give them to Harold, but . . . I guess they’re yours now.”

I stared dumbly at her.

“Over there,” she motioned into the dining room. “I sat a deuce. Take them.”

“You’re fucking with me?”

She shook her head and started walking away, but stopped. “Not tonight, I’m not,” she grinned and then skipped away to where Harold, the only other waiter tonight, was standing, legs crossed, leaning back against the wall studying his fingernails. I watched Melissa speak to him, his face brightened and he almost ran off the floor to do whatever not-so-handsome gay waiters do on a Saturday night. He was gone.

No. No. Fuck no. Real good. Fuck.

I turned back to the bar. The new kid was trying to lift a case of Absolut, while Dave, the old bar- keep, stood by pointing where he wanted it. Lazy ass Dave, of course, wouldn’t lift a finger to help. The new kid saw me and smiled pathetically. Cute kid and it was hilarious watching her try to lug around all the cases. . . . But. Oh man. . . . Fuck. What a nightmare. I’d be here at least another hour or two with the last table of the night.

Melissa, I could see was checking out, counting receipts and tabs, and would be gone in less than twenty minutes. Fuck. By the time I’d get to the apartment, she’d either be in bed sleeping or out for a couple of drinks with her friends. Disaster. All because . . . I turned to the new kid.

A junior in high school, bright black bob, she smiled, wide-eyed.

“You’re a lot of trouble, you know that, kid?”

She froze, looking panicked.

I shook my head. “No. No. No. Forget about it. Just kidding.”

She tried to smile and I turned around. I’d exact my revenge. The kid was a little young, but what the hell. A couple of drinks and she’d probably suck me. . . . I stopped myself. You’re a sick fuck, you know that Martin. A real sick fuck. I buttoned my jacket, straightened my black tie. Fuck. On to the deuce.

They were laughing, giggling like old school friends when I approached their table and I couldn’t help but wonder how God works His mysterious ways. It was obvious why Melissa had wanted Harold to take the table and not me in the first place and it wasn’t because she was anxious to hit the sack or anything. Well, she may have been, but. . . . What I’m trying to say is that Melissa’s the real jealous type and seated together were two astonishing young ladies–radiant in the soft light, their jet black hair shining. They looked Indian or perhaps Persian. I didn’t know, but they were amazingly beautiful. Melissa rarely gave me attractive women to wait on-usually grandmother types or a tired couple falling asleep after their first miserable martini. I must have really pissed her off with my innocent flirtations with the new bar-stock girl. This would be bearable. Very nice.

The two ladies smiled up at me, stopping their exchange in mid-giggle. Close-up, I could see a strong resemblance and guessed they were sisters or somehow related, though one, the younger one, had a sweet round face and pudgy baby ruby lips, while the older one looked a little less voluptuous.

“Good evening, ladies. My name’s–”

“Peter,” the older, thinner one, interrupted, pointing at my name-tag, and the other one laughed, blushing deeply. Perfect English. Certainly not off the boat last week or anything.

I smiled. “Yes, Peter’s the name. Peter–”

“No,” the older one grinned. “No last names. Tonight there are no last names.”

I was warming to them. My kind of chicks.

“A special occasion?” I asked.

They looked at each other and laughed.

I waited, enjoying openly their tight, elegant dresses and pushed up tits. The younger one, a luscious full-figured girl whose tits were jiggling with delight in a steady rhythm with her laughter, hadn’t said a word yet, but her dark, round eyes mesmerized me and I couldn’t help staring at her. The older one turned to me again.

“Guess where,” she smiled. “Guess where Manisha’s fiancé is tonight?”

I groaned inside. Fiancé. Shit. Well, I could still fantasize. Maybe I’d fuck Melissa tonight pretending it was this silky creature under me. Fuck. Saturday night. Soon-to-be married. Two gorgeous babes alone.

“Bachelor party,” I said, after a moment. “Your fiancé is at a bachelor party.”

“Smart boy,” she smiled. I smiled back. The older one’s eyes were a lot less innocent. They were a lot more active and I was sure she’d seen me staring at the younger one. “So guess what I want to do tonight?” she asked.

I had several alternatives available to offer, but kept my mouth shut. I smiled and shrugged innocently.

“I want to keep Manisha from thinking about it.”

I grinned and then leaned forward and they looked up, unconsciously leaning back, a bit surprised. “How many bottles of champagne shall I bring?”

They loved it, almost squealing with joy. I let them finish.

“Let’s start with one and see how things go, okay? I mean, he’s at some filthy topless place with some skanky wench or having God know what done to him in some rat-infested alley and we’re at the best restaurant in town. We want everything nice and easy and,” she smiled, “in moderation. We want to be his antithesis tonight.”

I nodded. Antithesis. I loved women who used big words. These two showed no hint of an accent. They were obviously educated, sophisticated. This would be fun. I thought for a second. One bottle. No way these two would be satisfied with one bottle, not the way they were primped up. I knew two bottles would be polished off before the night was through. And I liked them. I didn’t want to embarrass them, but I certainly didn’t want to gauge them with two bottles of Dom or Crystal. They were too cool for that.

“May I offer a modest suggestion?” I asked them.

The older one nodded.

“My suggestion assumes neither of you is pretentious for the sake of pretension.”

They smiled.

“Rather than spending the evening with Dom Perignon or Crystal, I would recommend our 96 Bollinger.”

The older one picked up the wine list, studied it for a few seconds, put it down and smiled up.

“You’re reading us perfectly, Peter. My name’s Mughdha.”

I smiled, nodding, heard them giggling as I walked away and headed for the bar. Mughdha and Manisha. The double M’s. I loved it.

My innocent smile evaporated when I saw what awaited me at the bar. Melissa was there, purse in hand. She was not happy. I walked by her pretending she wasn’t there.

“Why do you have to hit on every women that walks in this place? I saw you with those two ladies,” she whispered violently in my ear as I handed Dave my order.

Dave smiled at me and went to get the bottle.

I rolled my eyes, tiring of her. “I’m a waiter, right?”

“So?”

“So I make money providing people a certain experience, something special. I make people happy. That’s what I’m doing, okay? Making people happy.”

She stared at me, shaking her head, putting her purse on the bar.

“I’m going home,” she said finally. “And I’m going to go out. And do you know what I’m going to do? I’m going to find someone to make me happy.”

I grinned. Melissa wasn’t being entirely fair. I mean, sure, I’d fooled around here and there, but nothing ridiculous and certainly nothing while we’d been living together. I wasn’t that lecherous. Well . . . sometimes I was, but usually. . . . And besides where was she going to get good fucking like I gave her? Well, pretty much anywhere, but. . . . Christ. Who besides me would put up with her constant whining and silliness? I shook my head. “Nobody, sweetheart. Nobody can make you as happy as I.”

She stared at me for a few seconds and grabbed her purse. I flinched, in mock terror, giving her the impression that I thought she was going to slap me.

She couldn’t help smiling and I grinned back.

“What am I going to do with you Peter?” she sighed sadly. “You’re like an overgrown . . . forget it. I’m going home.”

She was about to step away, but I held her arm.

“I’ll tell you what you’re going to do with me, cutey: anything you want in another hour or so. Anything you want.”

She shook her head and turned and walked out the front door. I watched her walk away, wondering whether she would really do anything stupid, quickly concluded she was too tired and with a certain amount of reassurance took the cold bottle of champagne Dave handed to me and headed back to delightful company awaiting me.

I’d guessed right, of course. They polished off the first bottle of the Bollinger quickly and they were well into the second one. The two of them were a pleasure. Happy. Funny. Flirty. I wanted to surprise them. I convinced one of the remaining chefs to clean some oysters and I thought Mughdha, the older one, was going to kiss me when I brought the silver, sparkling tray to them.

“Oysters!” Mughdha laughed. “We didn’t–”

“On me,” I smiled. “Early wedding present.”

“Thank you,” Manisha blushed. “That’s very nice.”

I placed the tray in front of them and walked away. I would return as quickly as appropriate. I had to see them sucking those babies down. It would make the entire night worth it. Very few things are more erotic than a woman having a fresh oyster sliding down her throat and since I had nothing else to do, I counted slowly in my head to five hundred (it was torture) and then carefully stepped around the corner and walked back to their table.

The sight was incredible. Both of them, drunk with champagne and looking flush, smiled up at me with glistening, almost dripping buttery lips.

“All is well?” I grinned.

“Very,” Mughdha smiled and took a nice wash down gulp from her fluted glass. Manisha raised her half-shell, opened her mouth and I couldn’t help swallowing with her as it slivered down into her mouth. I could see it passing down her narrow throat, gently, effortlessly. She blinked once or twice and then looked up and turned away quickly when she saw me staring at her, but I could still see her lick her full lips clean.

I took the cold, wet bottle from the ice bucket and filled their glasses with the bubbly. I put the bottle back with a dramatic splash and they were both grinning at me.

I smiled back.

“We want to thank you,” Manisha began, “for a wonderful evening.”

“I’m glad.”

The three of us smiled at each other in silence.

“We should get going,” Manisha said to Mughdha. “I think we’re the last table here.”

“Peter doesn’t mind. Do you Peter?” Mughdha asked, turning to me.

“Not in the slightest. It’s been my pleasure and the two of you should not feel rushed at all.”

“Well, take a seat, then,” Mughdha continued. “We won’t tell.”

I thought for a moment. No harm in relaxing a little. The owner was downstairs counting his cash, trying to determine how much he could get away with without reporting. I grabbed a chair from a nearby table and sat down.

“Where are you going on your honeymoon?” I asked Manisha after I’d settled in.

“India,” she giggled.

“India?”

“My younger sister is going to have a second ceremony there,” Mughdha said, the sudden bitterness in her voice surprising me. “It’s kind of an arranged marriage.”

“Arranged?” I blurted out without thinking and felt terrible as I saw Manisha blushing deeply, very uncomfortable.

She turned to me and tried to smile. I wanted to tell her I was sorry, that it was none of my business, but she tried to explain. “Our parents know each other, but my fiancé and I have, you know, dated for a while now,” she said softly.

“Dated for a while?” Mughdha shook her head. “God. You haven’t even slept with the guy.”

“Mughdha–”

“It’s true. I don’t know why you’re marrying him. He’s creepy. I don’t care if he is a doctor. He’s an arrogant ass.”

The two of them were silent, staring at each other, Manisha in wonderment that her sister was sharing intimate family details with a stranger and Mughdha letting herself become more and more upset.

“Things work a little differently in other cultures,” I said stupidly, trying to break the silence.

“Bullshit,” Mughdha spat out and took an oyster in her mouth and quickly sucked it down in a loud slurp. “She doesn’t even love the guy,” she said after it had settled down deep in her throat. She took her glass and took another gulp.

I took a deep breath. Now, how exactly had we gone from silly flirting to this sort of nastiness. I regretted sitting down with them, or with Mughdha, I should say. Manisha seemed absolutely wonderful and I felt sorry for her.

The two sisters stared at each other, again, in a silent furor.

“And who do you love, Mughdha?” Manisha asked sarcastically. I grinned. Nice one. Obviously the older sister wasn’t married and was a little jealous or something.

“Myself,” Mughdha replied coldly, without hesitation, “I love myself. The grin on my face was wiped off.

“Well, um, I think,” I said, and started standing up, but Mughdha clutched my arm and I stopped.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly. “This has nothing to do with you. My baby sister’s an idiot. That’s all.”

She was an idiot? I wanted to yell. You’re here busting her chops in front of a stranger and she’s the idiot. And then I saw the baby sister, turn away. I could hear her taking a deep breath, trying not to weep.

“Oh, don’t cry,” Mughdha snapped. “It’s pathetic. It’s your choice so don’t start with that crap.”

“Why are you so upset with her?” I asked, genuinely mad. Of course, it was none of my business, but I felt a lot of sympathy for Manisha and her sister seemed bent on making her miserable. It was ridiculous. They should be enjoying themselves. None of this was necessary.

“Because she’s making a huge mistake,” Mughdha said to me earnestly. “We were both born in the U.S., each of us have graduate degrees, we make a lot of money and she’s going to humiliate herself to make my parents happy.”

“And you’ve not made your parents happy?” I asked.

“I don’t give a shit. It’s my life. I’m not going to save myself for some asshole. When and if I marry, it’s going to be my choice, not anyone else’s.”

“Have you saved yourself?” I teased Manisha, hoping she would smile at the silly joke. She blushed and then saw I was teasing her and was about to respond with something light, but her sister was ruthless.

“Oh, she’s a virgin. Don’t you worry about that. I think she’s dated four guys in her twenty-six years and I bet not one of them even felt her up.”

That shut me up. I’d had enough. Manisha’s jaw was open, her eyes unbelieving and watering and . . . I was completely out of my element and what had begun as a pleasant little gathering had deteriorated into something ugly.

“We should be going,” Manisha told her sister flatly, finally, after a moment of tense silence.

Mughdha seemed to have regained her composure and looked at her sister sadly. “I’m sorry,” she said. “Little too much to drink.”

Manisha took a deep breath and nodded and they turned to me apologetically.

I stood up and smiled down at them. “Let me get your check.”

“Don’t forget the oysters,” Manisha said softly.

I shook my head. “Please. They’re on me.”

I went off to the side and tallied up the bill. I felt bad for Manisha. Arranged marriage. What the hell was that? Christ. These two weren’t in some backwoods somewhere. And her older sister’s nastiness. I didn’t which was worse. Jesus. I yawned. It had been a long night. It would be nice to go to the apartment and unwind with Melissa, if she was there. She would be there. I laughed to myself. Melissa and an arranged marriage. She’d shoot the whole wedding party first. Crazy world.

I walked back to the table and was happy to see that the two were at least talking to each other. They’d been a little drunk. That’s all. They’d get over the unpleasantness of the evening and probably remember little of it in the morning.

“Let me sleep on it.”

“Don’t waste time Jenni, that letter could come today and then I’m gone.”

“I understand.” Jenni left the room hoping to catch another hours sleep, but the need in her pussy was so great, she couldn’t concentrate. Even if Mike could get hard it wouldn’t satisfy her. The itch in her pussy was deep, only something big, something big and black could scratch it.

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Jenni got two unpleasant surprises that morning. Mike was sluggish getting out of bed, his head throbbing. Ray’s cock had turned into an obsession with her. She got up to take a shower, imagining Ray was in there with her, he was sitting on the toilet while she road his shaft, then kneeled before him and took him in her mouth again. She had to fuck him.

Jenni dried her long blonde hair and dressed in shorts and a tank top. ‘Not bad for someone about to turn thirty’, she thought looking at herself in the mirror. Mike was awake, lying in the bed when she came out of the bathroom.

“How you feeling honey?” she asked.

“Bad.”

“I can tell, your eyes are all red and your cheeks are puffy.”

“Your cheeks look a little swollen yourself.”

Jenni blushed, she had noticed her cheeks in the mirror, sucking off Ray two hours earlier had given them a rubbery appearance. “I drank a little too much to.” She put her shoes on then added, “I know he’s your friend and all, but I’d like Ray gone soon. He can stay one more day, but I’d like him to move on tomorrow. We can send him his discharge papers if they don’t arrive today. I want to spend the next two weeks with my husband.”

“Truth is, I don’t really like Ray, I find his head is as big as…well, he’s cocky and arrogant,” Mike said. Jenni knew he was cocky, real cocky. Mike looked at her sadly. “Honey, I’m sorry about my lack of enthusiasm in bed. If things don’t get any better soon, I’ll ride down to base to check with a doctor.”

“I understand.” Jenni patted her husband’s head and left the room. One fuck, that was all Ray would get, then he’d leave and things would return to normal.

Jenni went to Ray’s room and got her first surprise. He wasn’t there, but sticking out of his duffle bag was an enelope cleary marked United States Navy.” She looked at it and found her address, attention Ray Harmon on it. His discharge papers!

Jenni was pissed, but also flattered. Ray wanted her so bad, he had lied about not getting his papers in the mail. She went down stairs, Ray had Mike’s laptop open on the coffee table, but was in the kitchen. She joined him and began cooking some eggs. “You want a giant black sausage to go with those eggs?” he asked.

Jenni looked at him. He had an arrogant smirk that suggested there was no doubt in his mind what her answer was. “Yes. I’d like to try some black sausage, but just once and then you must leave. And, you have to wear protection,” she added.

“No problem Jenni, but once you’ve had black sausage, you’ll want it again and again.”

“We’ll see.” They ate in the kitchen. “I’ll be back, I have some errands to run. I’ll have Mike go get some things at the hardware store latter and then we can be together.”

“Can’t wait.”

Jenni left the kitchen and got her second unpleasant surprise. Mike had come down and

was sitting at his computer. “Ray was on here?” he asked her. Jenni nodded. “Hey,” he yelled to Ray in the kitchen, “Blackmanta has some email.” Mike had automatically logged into Ray’s account just as Ray logged into his the time he got Jenni’s pictures.

Jenni froze and turned pale. “What did you call him?”

“Blackmanta. That’s his nickname. Manta Ray, get it? I thought it up, but we call him black manta cause he’s black.”

Jenni felt sick. “I need to get my purse, then I’m going shopping.” Ray was staring at her, looking pissed he’d gotten caught, but he still had that superior smirk on his face like he still thought they’d be fucking by the end of the day. The bastard had been conning her since before the sub had even docked.

Jenni went upstairs on the pretext of grabbing her purse, instead she grabbed the envelope with Ray’s discharge papers. She hid them in her purse and left the house, putting the envelope in her mailbox. She then called her husband on her cell phone and told him she wanted Ray gone today, before she got back. Mike wavered, but agreed. Then she told him to check the mailbox as soon as the postman came around noon.

Jenni got home late in the afternoon, hoping Ray was already gone. Mike was in the yard with a hedge trimmer, the lawnmower was out, but he hadn’t cut it yet. Jenni entered the house, finding it empty. She headed up the stairs, freezing as a giant figure loomed over her. Ray stood on the top of the steps with his duffle bag slung over his shoulder. “Nice move with my discharge papers.”

“I was hoping you were gone.”

“Not until I get what I came for.”

“You arrogant black son-of-a-bitch. I’ll never sleep with you.”

“You’re a black cock loving slut Jenni Scott, deep down you know it’s true, ya just wont admit it. Go check your email, then meet me downstairs.”

Jenni ducked asside as Ray moved his giant form down the stairs. She fired up her computer and saw that she had gotten an email from Blackmanta. What she saw in the email sent a shiver of horror down her spine. All ten attachments labled “wish you were here” that she had sent her husband. Pics of her nude, god even a spread pussy shot! If this mess was happening because Mike had shown her pictures around, she’d kill him. She didn’t wan’t to rush to judgement though, maybe Ray had accidently goten them off Mike’s laptop. The message accompanying the pictures was simple: One fuck and these are all yours. After that it read: Turn me down and I’ll post them on every slut wife site on the net. After that was what made her give in. Ray had copied MIke’s address folder which contained both their parents, all their friends, and the pastor who married them, email addresses.

“Your answer?” asked Ray sitting on her couch when she came down the stairs.

“You’ll delete those pictures if I do this?”

“You have my word.” Ray had already posted them on several sites and gotten plenty of email from men telling him how hot his wife was.

“Then I’ll do it, but you must where a condom, it’s not the safest time of month for me.” In fact, it was her most fertile time of the month. “Where and when?”

“Here and now, I’ve been waiting six months to feed my black cock into that tight little pussy of yours.”

“But what about Mike?” As she spoke, the lawnmower started up.

“We have till he’s done mowing and you have a nice big yard.”

“I’ll get you a rubber.”

“Hurry.”

Jenni ran upstairs to her dresser and retrieved one of Mike’s condoms. She was wearing a skirt and a nice tanktop that left an inch of her thin waist exposed. She reached under her skirt and pulled off her panties, anything to speed up the process.

Ray was leaning against the couch buck naked, black banana cock swaying down halfway to his knees. She couldn’t help being impressed by his magnificent body, even if he had the personality of a jack ass. “Here’s the rubber.”

“Keep it, suck me hard and you can put it on.”

Jenni didn’t know what she wanted anymore. Did she want to commit adultery with this jerk? Yet her nipples were hard and her pantyless thighs were wet and clammy. Her labia even felt swollen and sensitive in anticipation. ‘Just fuck the cock and not the man, Jenni,’ she thought to herself. “I’m only doing this cause you’re blackmailing me.”

“Sure, whatever.”

Jenni kneeled at his feet, her stomach already growling as she stared at his sperm-filled balls. His cock had already plumped up and risen a little. She took the head in her mouth and started sucking. Maybe if she did a good job, he wouldn’t stop her and she’d get by with another blow job? She bobbed her head rapidly, finding it easier with her hands unbound. “Enough,” said Ray, placing his hand on her forehead and pushing back. Instead, she grabbed his ass and pushed ten inches of his cock into her mouth and throat. “I said enough, slut.” He pushed her off him this time, his cock shooting up to point at the ceiling as it was freed. “Time to push this in your pussy.”

“Wait, the condom.” Jenni unrolled the condom around Ray’s cock head finding the rubber stoped an inch below the helmut.”

Ray laughed. “You poor thing, no wonder you were hungry for a real man’s cock.”

Mike was average, but the thickness and length of Ray made the condom look tiny, like his cock was wearing a shower cap. “Where do you want me?”

“Lean over the couch so that your pussy’s even with my cock.” Ray walked around behind her, ripping the condom off as soon as he was out of her line of vision. He lifted her skirt, bunching it up over her waist. Jenni shivered as Ray rested his huge shaft along the crack of her ass. He was pushing it against her as he lifted her shirt up over her head. Soon her bra joined her shirt and she was naked for all intense purposes. “Your going to love my cock.” “Just don’t kill me with that thing.” Jenni was scared now that it was actually about to happen, but her body was acting like it couldn’t wait. Her pussy lips had parted from the moisture as if in anticipation of the fucking she was about to receive. Before spreading her legs, she even felt a jolt of pleasure between her thighs, suggesting that her clit was swollen and distended. She had a very sensitive clit, but it usually required oral stimulation to come out to play.

Ray smacked his hand between her legs and she widened her stance. He then pushed her back down so that she was completely bent over the couch, her feet now and inch off the ground, her ass raised higher then her head. He grabbed her waist and adjusted her some.

Jenni looked up and out the front window. Mike was mowing right under it. He couldn’t see in do to the sunlight, but she could clearly see her husband just ten feet away completely oblivious to the fact that his wife was about to get fucked by another man. Jenni watched her husband sadly as Ray’s cock head pressed against her. “Ooh Jeesus,” she moaned as he pressed forward. The head plowed into her stretching her wider then she’d ever been. Just when she thought he’d rip her in two, her pussy closed over the ridged head.

Ray pulled back working his hips as he used her own wetness to lubricate his cock. The head acted as a plow, making room for the thick shaft. This was a cock that would fill her completely. A cock so hard and perfectly streamlined it would torpedo it’s way into places no cock was ever designed to go. This was a cock designed to shoot semen in dangerous amounts to fill every recess of her womb. She shivered in fear thankful for the condom, but worried his huge amount of ejaculate would shoot it right off.

Jenni bit her lower lip as a wave of pleasure shot up her spine. The head had pushed deeper then Mike’s (inferior?) penis ever could. Then Ray stopped. “Is that it?” she asked. It wasn’t so bad, she could take this.

Ray laughed. He grabbed her arm and pulled her body up so that he could place her hand on his cock. She gripped at least seven inches of his shaft still not buried in her. “Oh dear god.” He bent her back down.

The next inch made her pussy spasm. It didn’t know what to make of the invader, but the spasms were pleasurable. Her pussy clamped down over the shaft, squeezing it tightly as if it feared he would pull out. At nine inches she could have cum if he had been fucking her, but he was just slowly pushing it in letting her body get used to it. At ten inches, she was sweating heavily and her hands were gripping the material of the sofa so tightly her knuckles were white. At eleven, she came. Jenni couldn’t help it, his cock head just hit a spot that felt so good her pussy trembled around his dick. He continued to plow forward, coming to a halt at around twelve inches. Ray pulled back a little then slammed his cock forward, penetrating a little further, but not much. “Two inches left,” he said. “we’ll take care of that next time.”

“Ooo oh, there’s not gooona bee a aah next tiiime, sooo full.” Jenni wasn’t so sure. This felt good, real good. Her orgasm had been as big and as good as anything Mike had ever given her and Ray hadn’t put anything into it. The thought of what this cock might be capable of scared her. “Oooo, Huuuury Rayeee, Mike’s ahh…lmost done the front yard. Oh Jeeesus it’s beeg.”

“Bitch, I been waiting for this a long time. I’m gonna savor every fucking minute.” With that said, Ray started working his hips. He started slow at first, just pulling out an inch or so, keeping her full, but then he started pulling out more.

Jenni was in a state of shock. She felt feverish, dehydrated as if all the fluid in her body had worked it’s way to her pussy to keep Ray’s cock juicy. “Ooo ooo aah aah aaaahhh…cumming.” The head kept scraping that spot and it was driving her mad with pleasure. It was another good one and the orgasm made her see spots before her eyes. “Oh god, it’s so big,” she cried in a deep gasp for air as he pulled all but the very tip out, then she screamed as he slammed it forwards. “Oooh fuck. oooh fuck it’s big.” Ray started fucking her with twelve fat inches of cock and Jenni lost it. “Oooh fuck, ooh fuck meeee, fuck me, gimme that big cock. I lo.oh..ve.your black cock. Jesus cummming again.”

Jenni was wrong about the orgasms, they weren’t big, they were small and they kept getting bigger. Her hips were bucking wanting to push back into his thrusting cock, but her feet were off the ground. Big orgasms were coming every five thrusts or so and they seemed to run together into one long constant orgasm. Jenni briefly heard the lawnmower along the side of the house before she had a huge orgasm that made her close her eyes. When she opened them Mike was almost done the back yard.

Ray’s thrusts were becoming more powerful, more driven, more eratic. He was grunting as he pounded her with a cock that felt more alive and bigger then it had just moments before. Ray bellowed and slammed his cock forwards. “Oh yes,” she screamed as a torrent of cum flooded her fertile pussy. It triggered a mind-blowing orgasm that had her crying with pleasure into the couch. One thought dominated her mind before she passed out from the pleasure. ‘Give me a baby. Give me a baby.’

*******************

Jenni came to her senses when Mike said, “Well good luck to you.”

“Yeah thanks buddy,” replied Ray. “Thanks for letting me use your stuff. Hope I didn’t ruin your wife.”

“What?”

“Ruin your life, staying here a few days and all.”

“Naw, buddy, seamen gotta stick together.”

Ray was standing in the doorway, duffle bag slung across his shoulder, blocking Mike’s view of her. She pushed herself off the couch, using her shirt to plug her pussy from leaking all over the floor. Oh god, her pussy was full of sperm and she was holding it in with her shirt. Her fears had come true, the condom had shot off or burst. Then Jenni saw the condom sitting unrolled and pristine on the floor, unused. She felt like running over to strangle the big black man, but ran upstairs instead.

*******************

The next day Jenni had to work and strangely, Diane seemed worn out and was walking with a wide stance again. Jenni got a shock when Ray showed up to take Diane out to lunch. “What are you doing here?” she asked with a slightly squeaky voice.

“Oh, I came back to see Diane.” Ray smiled at Diane and the plump woman seemed to melt under his gaze. Diane ran in back to get her purse, Ray turned to leer at Jenni. “I’m staying a week, but Diane thinks I’m leaving in the morning. Come over around noon and we’ll fuck again.”

Jenni felt her pussy spasm when he said that. “I don’t think so Ray. You have to be the biggest asshole I ever met. I hate you.”

“But you love my black cock. I ain’t through with you yet, Jenni Scott. I still have the pictures. You’ll be my slut the rest of the week or I’ll destroy your life. I’m not going to tell you again…nice seeing you Jenni”. Diane came out and the two left. Diane didn’t come back from lunch.

The next day, shortly after noon, Jenni found herself naked and astride Ray’s crotch as she slid her wet pussy along the length of his rod. She shivered from the pleasure just rubbing it gave her. He had blackmailed her into coming to his motel room, but her body couldn’t wait to get his cock in it again. “Please, you have to wear a condom this time,” she begged, moaning. Her hands were gripping Ray’s hard chest while his were on her breasts, squeezing them and twirling her nipples between his fingers expertly.

“Nope, no rubbers. I’m too big for them anyway. I’ll tell ya when I’m getting ready and you can jump off. I’ll cum in ya mouth instead of ya pussy.”

“Ok then,” she moaned. Suddenly she was hungry and it wasn’t for food. Jenni raised herself up until she was squatting over him. Ray held his cock up, helping her. Jenni lowered herself, not even realizing she was smiling from ear to ear from the shear happiness she felt feeling Ray’s cock enter her.

“Mike gotten it up yet?” asked Ray doing nothing but lie there as she squirmed around on the end of his cock. “Doesn’t matter now anyway,” he said when she didn’t answer.

Jenni opened her eyes, the dumb grin fadiing. “Why?’

“Do you think your pussy will ever be satisfied by his little prick again?”

“Yes,” she lied. Ray was right, her pussy had felt different since the first time they were together like it was permanantly stretched.

For the first time, Jenni realized things would never be the same between her and her husband again. She felt guilty and sad, tears began rolling down her cheeks. Still, her hips were rotating around Ray’s cockhead and she was slowly lowering herself over more. She was still crying when the first orgasm hit. After that nothing else mattered but getting more of Ray’s cock in her.

Jenni had squatted over more then half his cock when she struggled to get her legs under her, switching from squatting to kneeling. He played with her breasts while she worked her pussy over his cock. His magnificent apendage gave her orgasm after orgasm.

“Are you my slut Jenni Scott?” asked Ray bucking his hips a little.

“Oh oh oh ah. Ah can’t lie and say I don’t like it, but I’m not a slut.” She had taken more this time then she had the first. Jenni wondered if they continued to fuck, would she be able to take his entire cock?

“We’ll see,” said Ray bucking his hips harder.

“Jesus, fuck me, fuck me hard,” said Jenni leaning forward on his chest and kissing the big black man. Little orgasms were going off like firecrakers in her crotch building up into a grand finale, a zen like state of orgasmic bliss that had her screaming loudly. Jenni passed out with a smile on her face.

When Jenni came too, they were still in the same position and his cock felt even deeper, it felt bigger too. Jeni realized he was about to cum. She sat upright, sliding down further along his shaft. Her hands came up to his rock hard stomach to push herself off him, but she was too weak from the workout and the orgasm. Her legs didn’t work. “Ray, stop! Pull out.”

“Too late baby,” he groaned holding his cock deep in her as another gallon of his black baby making seed assaulted her womb.

When Jenni awoke, she was lying on the bed with her hips elevated by the bed’s pillows. “I didn’t want to get sperm all over my sheets,” said Ray coming out of the bathroom sporting another hard-on. Jenni realized the pillows were keeping her full of sperm. She struggled to get up, but Ray got in bed, covering her with his body.

“Ray…” His cockhead was pushing between her pussy lips. “Gotta get up.” His cock was sliding into her. “Get your sperm out..” The bed began squeaking as Ray bucked his hips. Jenni parted her legs, wrapping them around his hips, her crotch thrusting up into his. Her nails dug into his back as the orgasms started coming. She kissed his chest submissively. “Fuck me Ray. Fuck me. Fuck me with that black cock. Fuck me master. Fuck your slut. Fuck your slut. I’m cumming.” The rest of her cries were muffled as Ray settled his chest over body.

“You’re free of me Jenni Scott, I’ll delete the pictures the next time I’m near a computer.” “What about you?” she asked finishing dressing.

“I think I will fuck Diane all day tomorrow and then leave for New York.

“Oh.” Jenni looked at her watch. She had spent four hours with Ray and she had only counted on being with him just over an hour. She had sucked him off once after the second fuck. He was still lying naked on the disheveled bed and even now looked like he could go again if given the chance. Ray would be wondering where she was. “I gotta get going.”

“Have a nice life.”

*****************

“This had better be fucking good,” said the voice on the phone. “It’s eight fucking thirty.”

“Ray, it’s Jenni.” Jenni hated herself for calling the black man.

“Yeah, what you want?”

“Mike just drove down to the base to see the base doctor.”

“So?”

“He’ll be gone at least eight hours.”

“Yeah, and?”

“I want you to come over.”

“I planned to spend the day with Diane.”

“I was hoping you’d rather spend it with me.”

“Why do you want me over?”

“I w-want you to fuck me again before you leave.”

“I aint wearing a condom.”

“I understand.”

“And I aint pulling out.”

“That’s ok, I want you to cum in my pussy.”

“Why?”

Jenni swallowed, choking a little as she answered, “because I’m a slut for your black cock.”

“I’ll be right over.”

******************

On the morning of her thirtieth birthday, several days after Mike had returned to the boat. Jenni got up and sat at the computer taking out her new foot long black dildo. She was horny for Ray’s cock and masturbated to his pictures on her email. Today she reread them.

[Remember when I tied your hands behind you and made you suck me off using only your mouth? (Yes) Remember fainting from cumming so hard as you rode my big cock? (she did) I loved crushing you beneath me as I pounded your pussy into submission (she remembered that too). Remember when I bent you over the couch and fucked you from behind while your husband mowed the lawn? (God yes, her first real fuck) Remember how inadeqate your husband's little prick felt after fucking a real man? (No, Mike still hadn't gotten hard, though the doctor couldn't find anything wrong with him. Jenni knew her husband was intimidated being around a real man) Remember when I hooked your ass on black cock after your pussy was mine? (No, he hadn't done that) You're my black cock slut Jenni Scott. ("I am your slut," she cried jamming the dildo into her hungry pussy) Write me back so we can fuck again. (Would he come back if she did?) The picture will remind you what you're missing. Black Manta]

Jenni sent off a quick email after masturbating, begging Ray to come down for a day, offering to meet him in Jersey. Anything for his cock. She had just sent the email when the doorbell rang. She through on a robe and answered the door. It was Ray. “Make a wish,” he said holding up a cupcake with a lit candle in it.”

“I just got my wish granted,” she said pulling him in.

Ray ripped her robe off as she began unbuttoning his shirt. Jenni stripped his chest, kneeling, frantically trying to get his pants off. She pulled his underwear down, smiling as she saw the red ribbon tied around his rising shaft.

“There’s your present.”

“I love it,” she said. Ray was such a conceited ass, though it was the best present she’d ever gotten on her birthday.

“I knew you would. I also got you this.”

Jenni took the bottle from him after kissing the tip of his cock. “Motion lotion?”

“You’re gonna need it wear I’m going. We got some unfinsihed business to take care of.” By the end of the day, her ass was hooked on his cock as much as her pussy, which by the way took his entire shaft for the fist time before he left for New York.

*****************

Mike got off the boat, impatient to catch a ride home. Jenni had said she couldn’t pick him up and had been acting evasive since the baby came. He found out why later that day when a friend dropped him off in Salisbury.

Mike burst into the house, Jenni had her back to him breastfeeding his son. She turned around a sad look on her face. He looked down and saw his son’s kinky black hair and then the black face. The boy was drinking gustily from Jenni’s milk-ladden breast. “There’s something I have to tell you,” said Jenni.

Mike was hurt, shocked, stunned, but he forgave his wife. His impotence returned after he’d been t sea a month. Jenni let him fuck her, but it was never the same. he did seem to like sucking him off now, though she always sucked him long after he’d cum as if hungry for more sperm.

Jenni became known around town as a cum junkie. She slept with one black man after the other in attempt to find one who could fuck like Ray. She lost count of the number of black men she sucked and fucked. The problem was they were as unsatisfying as her husband. She kept in touch with Ray via email and once in awhile one of his black friends would stay the night with her on their way South. Ray’s friends were all hung musclemen and those were the nights that truly made her happy. Sometimes, if Mike was on leave, the black man would make him watch. Jenni approved as it reminded her husband why he never satisfied her anymore. After awhile, Mike seemed to look forward to the studs sleeping in his house, in his bed, with his wife.

Those nights were far and few between for Jenni. She fucked a different normal-sized black man every night, sometimes two or three to better her odds of finding a hung one. Once she found a black man who’d gotten out of prison recently and had a killer body from weightlifting every day, but when he took his pants off his little seven inch dick looked pathetic sticking out of his muscle body.

She yearned for big cocks constantly and eventually her yearnings turned towards New York. Ray and his buddies, the interracial porn sites she belonged too, the interracial magazines she read all originated in New York.

The next time Mike came home on leave, Jenni was gone.

The End

“You know what I want?” Lori asked herself before whispering, “I think I want my belly button pierced!”

C.C. and April cheered. That bit of pleasure almost gave Lori another orgasm.

It was another painful session for Lori. But she clinched her fist, held her teeth tight as April witnessed Lori take another step into depravity. But when it was over, Lori looked even sluttier with a shiny gold ring piercing her body. Lori stepped back into her clothes and C.C. whispered into her ear again like an evil imp sitting on her shoulder.

“If ever you’re ready to put a ring through that pretty clit of yours, I’ll do it for free.”

Lori just stared into CC’s eyes and locked lips with her. It was a silent agreement between the two women. Lori surrendered herself to the idea it was only time keeping her from doing the most devilish act on her body she could imagine.

April led Lori out of “Curves” but not before Sam gave Lori a sexually suggestive hug. A hand across Lori’s hips and pressing each other’s breasts.

“C’mon, our night isn’t over yet!” said April.

Leaving “Curves”, they marched to the “XXX THEATRE”

April led Lori out of the parlor and around the corner where they headed through an alley past a foul garbage bin. There, under the neon lights, were the dark double doors that led inside the most sinful businesses of the red light blocks. Through the doors they went, ignoring the shelves of adult VHS and DVDs. April and Lori walked past the ATM machine, ignored the black woman cashier behind the counter and went around the corner. They went to the arcade booths.

The arcade section was made up of two smoke filled hallways with old, tattered carpeting. On the left were rows of men, mostly older white men who lined the marred, brown wall. They were silent. Some of them would open a door to a stall and disappear inside for a while. On the right were more men. All black. Written on the wall opposite of the arcade doors in magic marker were “brothers only may pass”.

Once again April led Lori by the hand into new, undiscovered world - a sinful, yet pleasurable world. All the brothers who lined the wall were curiously reserved. They nodded their heads, approving the white women approaching. Lori could hear moans coming from some of the closed stalls. Deep, lustful moans. She was feeling rather embarrassed; seeing the bright smiles coming from each and every dark stranger they strolled past. April stopped at the second to the last stall at the dark end of the hallway. She quietly opened the door and peered inside. The stall was empty, dimly lit, and empty besides one fragile plastic chair.

“Great! In here.” She said.

They walked in, the floor squeaked with every raised foot. When April locked the door behind them, they could hear a mad scramble to each stall aside of them. Lori wondered what they were going to do. She didn’t bother to ask since she figured it had to do with sex. April opened her purse and took out a $20, and filled the video console’s money slot. After swallowing her money, it whined a happy whirl and the 19-inch screen came to triple-x life! The light from the 20 watt bulb extinguished and the speaker bellowed.

“Oohhhh! Aaaaaah” The screen brightened, nearing blinding Lori. What she saw made her pussy surge and her heart race.

A white woman was kneeling by a large bed. Her hand tightly wrapped over a mean, black cock. She looked entranced and confused. Over her shoulders was a white man tied to a chair. The wife leans forward and pushes the hard dick into her mouth before cutting to a close up to the black man with a look of satisfaction on his face. Husband: “Honey, no!” Wife: SLURPH, her only reply was a stream of spit dropping to the floor. Husband: “What are you doing?” Black Man: “Shut the fuck up!” Wife: SLURPH, MMMPH, “You heard him. Shut up!”

Black Man: (laughs) Wife: (smiles)

April pressed a large red button. The screen flashed…

A blonde was on her knees and elbows. She clutches the red carpet with her hands. A powerful black man wearing nothing but a football jersey fucks her doggie style. Meanwhile another tall, slender blonde videotapes them. Camerawoman: “Yeah!” Blonde: “OH! Fuck me!” Camerawoman: “Your husband’s going to love seeing this!” Blonde: “I LOVE BLACK DICK!”

April raised her eyebrows and pressed the button once more. The screen flashed…

A brunette sits on a couch with her husband, holding his hands. Brunette: “I have something to tell you… the varsity quarterback is fucking me.” Husband: “What! He’s, he’s, black!”

Lori took her turn and pressed. The screen flashed…

Two blondes take turns sucking a black cock. He has a hand over each of their heads. A stream of hot cum splatters over each of their tongues. Afterwards they kiss, embracing the flavor.

The screen flashed…

A beautifully dressed older woman comforts her 18-year old daughter. Daughter: “What do you want me to do?” Mother: “You’ve been innocent too long. It’s time you have black boyfriends!” Daughter: (smiling) “Oh, really?” Mother: “Starting tonight!” A pair of young, naked black men walk into the daughter’s bedroom and begin undressing the daughter. A hard cock quickly finds its way between her lips. The mother stands and undresses herself.

The screen flashed… Channel, after channel, Lori saw nothing but horny, white women being sexed by handsome, black men. One-on-one. Two-on-one. Groups… gangs! It was all the theatre had to show. Lori asked herself how something so accepted so much went on without her discovering much sooner.

A kneeling young blonde, surrounded by black bodies, is showered in cum. Her mouth open, she hungrily swallows loads of sex juice.

“Now, THAT’S beautiful!” said April looking at Lori who was nodding her head in agreement. She knew it was time. They heard the tap, tap, tapping of the walls. April grinned, and pulled off her shirt. Exposing her bare breast, she winked at her married friend, “C’mon! Time to eat some spunk!” April then turned to the wall next to her, kneeled and quietly unlatched a small panel, opening an erotic doorway to next door.

Lori followed April’s lead and lowered the straps over her shoulders exposing her breasts. She turned around, knelt to the sticky floor and unlatched the plywood door before it slid across its groove on its own, opening up a glory hole to the neighboring booth. A hard, black cock emerged from the shadows next door. She had no idea who it was or how old. Only what mattered was that hard cock in front of her mouth waiting for pleasure. Hearing the sucking, slurping sounds from April behind her, Lori pushed the strange dark sex meat into her mouth. It didn’t take long until her salivated mouth poured thin strands of spit onto her tits. Lori guided her tongue underneath the shaft and occasionally flickered its head for a quick prick-tease. Sealing her lips around the cock, Lori moaned in pleasure and her heart raced. Without a second thought, she turned her head while pushing the black head down her throat. Up and down she went. Licking some balls, then - up and down. She moaned in ecstasy, not remembering where she was. The XXX video pour vulgar words into her head, and this are what she heard, “Yeah baby! Gimme that black cock!”

White wife: “Fuck me! Fuck that white pussy!” Black stud: “Take that dick! Take that black dick!”

Lori didn’t hear the deep guttural moans from next door. But she did feel the dick twitch. She sealed her lips even tighter and jacked the dark shaft with her left hand. In a short moment later, white syrup spat down her throat - feeding her. She pulled back her head and with a loud “plop!” another strand of semen caught her across her forehead. Lori released the satisfied male meat and looked over her shoulder to see April jerking off her black man and spraying cum all over her tits like a garden hose. When Lori looked back through the dark open window a new cock appeared. Its shaft danced up and down in a demanding dance for attention. Lori tongued the plum head, letting her dark stranger know she was starting to service him. Lori lapped at the large cock like a dog before engulfing it - shoving it to her tonsils. She placed both her hands up on the booth wall and hammered her head back and forth in a slow steady motion. She spoke to her man in loud moans.

April meanwhile finished off her second man. She let a mouthful spill under her tongue before letting a second and third wave swim into her hair. As fast as that cock disappeared into the shadows, another black meat appeared with demands. Lori was soon again drenched in raining spunk. Sticky and hot, it spattered her eyebrows and forehead. She wiped her arm across her brow and smeared a thick, white strand into her hair. Lori then reached her hands down across both her breasts massaging the jelly-goo into her.

And other hard dick bobbed for Lori. Shaking her head, Lori surrendered herself to fulfill another man’s desire. Shamelessly she lowered her head and began hungrily sucking. “Black dick! Black dick! Dick! Dick! Dick!” That was all she thought.

This went on for fifteen minutes. April and Lori couldn’t count the cocks they engulfed. Nor did they notice the laughter and loud, conversations out in the hallway. It was a gang convention of proud men who were or waiting to be serviced and relieved of their frustrations.

When the last of April’s $20 worth of credits ran out, the video screen went blank. The audio of demanding men and lustful, women ceased and the 20-watt bulb glowed. April pulled herself away from the panel, her mouth dripping in spit, cum, and goop.

“We’re done.”

Lori was just finishing the last spurts she forced out of the cock in her hand. She could hear the black male pound the wall with his fist. Now she knew how that girl felt, being showered in sperm.

Though the couple took time to straighten themselves up before appearing outside the stall, they still smelled like nasty sex. Their shirts clung to their flesh like sweat on a hot, steamy, summer day. Each of their hair was matted and sticky. Lori had lost all her embarrassment when April opened the door.

They were greeted with deep, low murmurs from men who were horny and frustrated. But they were polite, leaving the women to their exit. However, a dark hand gently reached out for April’s arm. It was a hoodlum-looking guy with a sideways cap (sponsored by a sneaker-company), wearing a basketball jersey and shorts with bright white shoes at his feet that didn’t cost less than $150. He had whispered something in her ear. It was something short and to the point. April’s smile changed into a serious, determined look. She looked over her shoulder to Lori, “We’re going inside for a while.” She meant herself and this aggressive male who couldn’t be older than 20 but showed more dominance than Lori ever saw in her own husband. The two of them disappeared in the stall next door what Lori quickly figured was for a fuck.

Immediately, Lori felt alone and vulnerable. Without hesitation, a well-dressed black man, in black, wearing expensive black loafers approached. He looked in his mid-30s, and well built. She felt no fear, only curious anticipation.

“Don’t get left out, girl. Go in there so I can give you dick.” Said Josh.

In blind obedience, Lori turned and walked back into the booth from which she came. While Josh closed the door behind him, Lori exposed her breasts. Hearing the scuffle from next door, she knew April was already on her knees worshipping another hard, black cock.

Josh ordered, “Don’t just stand there, and put some money in!”

Lori opened her purse and took out the first bill she put her fingers on and slid it into the slot.

Vrroooom! The screen came to life.

Blonde woman: “Oooohhh! Fuck me!” Black man 1: “Yeah!” Black men 2, 3, and 4: (they laugh) Black man 5: “Fuck the bitch! Fuck the ‘ho!” Black man 6: “Like that cock, girl?” Happy blonde woman: “Uh-huh!”

Josh had already unzipped his pants and pulled out his half-hard dick. “C’mon! Get on your knees!” Lori nodded her head and returned to the sticky floor where pools of cum had still not dried. Thick spit coated her tongue as she stuck it out and wrapped the head of Josh’s cock with it.

She could hear a loud laugh next door. Too loud to be from a video… it had to be April’s man. A firm hand and its fingers grasped Lori’s head like a crown. Josh nodded but not smiled. He had waited a long time that night for a proper white woman to show up. With her eyes wide open, she looked up at him, sealing her lips around his shaft.

“You are a slut? Aren’t you?” he asked. Lori just plopped out his cock and nodded, “Yep.”

Happy blonde woman: she swallows cum. Black man 2: (growls)

Josh pulled Lori up and spun her around making her lean over the back of the chair. With a firm grip on her ass, she felt a hard rubbery knob push her pussy open. With a squeal, she pressed her face against the video console. And the channels kept changing. The stall changed its different hues of light.

“Oh – fuck!” she moaned while Josh pushed and thrust as forceful as he could, not wanting to spend all night in a booth. Lori looked at the video screen that was pressing against her eyeball. All she could make out was white flesh at the mercy of black flesh. All she could hear were lustful moans and deep growls. Or was that coming from April’s booth?

Feeling a slick, hot path splatter inside her pussy, she knew she met the needs of another man. “That’s what I needed. Yep. Pussy!” said Josh who was almost polite.

Lori gasped for air. As the video screen went black, she felt a pair of feminine hands. Feeling her up at first but then dressing her. Her eyes half closed, she was escorted out the booth where all she remembered were muttered cheers.

Back into her old world…

The moonlight guided Lori to her front door. She stumbled into the foyer and with a dizzy head staggered into the front living room. There was Lori’s husband; passed out on the couch. A dozen wilted roses rested on the coffee table next to a tall dark bottle cradled in a bucket filled with water. Jim was waiting for her all this time. Lori bent over and gave her husband a salty kiss on his lips. She stood straight, swaggered her hips to her bedroom. And with a smile, called it a night.