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“So this is my first submission. It’s a long slow build up story. I’m hoping you get to know the characters and enjoy the slow burn between them enough so that the pay off in the second half is a bit more satisfying. Comments are welcome and this is actually the first of a two part arc that I’m working on. ”

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*Part 1: Taking Attendance*

“Okay, so you have five rocks here and five rocks here and another pile of five rocks here,” Alise said to the little blonde girl seated beside her.

Illyana looked hard at the picture her tutor had drawn on the paper on the table.

“How many rocks do you have?” Alise asked.

She rocked in her chair slightly, her hands clasped on both sides of the seat, her cheeks ballooning as she pursed her lips and thought. She nodded each time she counted quietly to herself. Her actions didn’t go unnoticed by her tutor. Alise was observing carefully and also not without a sense of satisfaction. If it had been 5 weeks ago, when the evening Homework club had started, Illyana would have been pouting with her head on the table or staring at the wall kicking the table leg. In fact she had to be dragged by her brother into the library’s meeting room the first couple of sessions and refused to even look at the young university student who would be her personal tutor for the next 2 months.

But Alise Zhang was just as stubborn in her own way, in the most positive of ways. She was a young woman whose character was built from a mixture of intelligence, kindness, and enthusiasm for whatever she did. There was nothing intimidating about her in any way. Whenever she focused on something or someone, it was never with a hard stare like she was forcing herself to pay attention but rather an attentive gaze from her dark eyes. Those same dark eyes would twinkle like little gems whenever she smiled and Alise smiled a lot and laughed often. When she tutored the most belligerent of kids, she never doubted she would eventually be able to win them over because she enjoyed them so much.

“15.” the little girl spoke and looked up for approval.

Alise lit up with an affectionate smile, “That’s great. You’re right.”

“Yes!” Illyana pumped her fist.

Alise laughed and also pumped her fist. Of all the kids she tutored, she would have to say that Illyana was the most enjoyable. The girl had advanced so much in so little time. She came to the Homework club because her lack of confidence in her English skills had set her back in school as well as socially with her classmates. She was becoming an introvert and because of her grades, she needed to take catch up classes for summer school. But now she and Alise talked all the time and her education skills had blossomed in turn. Alise genuinely shared in the little girl’s excitement when she accomplished something.

The two of them worked for a few minutes more alone in the meeting room. The other tutoring couples had finished over half an hour ago, all the other young kids having been picked up dutifully by their families. As usual, Illyana’s brother was late.

Neither of the girls minded though. Again, Illyana liked being with Alise and vice versa. Along with the gratification Alise felt helping the little girl, there was also another personal benefit she enjoyed.

“Are you ready to graduate now, Yanny?” called a deep voice from the doorway.

Both of them looked up from the table.

“Bobo!” Illyana squealed and ran from the table to meet her brother with a big hug and beaming smile.

Alise smiled at him too…and not due to politeness alone.

“Hi Kris,” she said.

Kristoff held his sister’s hands and waved to her. She continued to smile as she shuffled over towards them. Kristoff had model-type good looks: short brushed brown hair, deep blue eyes, and lean muscular figure. To this day, the first thought in Alise’s head whenever she saw him was the same as when they first met: “Wow.”

“I am sorry. I am late again,” the young man said genuinely regretful.

“That’s okay,” Alise said and then waved a mocking hand, “I’ll just add it to you bill.”

The two laughed as Illyana pulled away and scurried back to the table. “I show you my test today, Bobo! I did well!” she chirped as she rummaged through her bag.

Kristoff couldn’t hide his smile but as he turned to Alise, he softened again, “No, Ms.Zhang, I am very, very sorry for always being late.”

Alise was already shaking her head and waving him off but he held up his hand.

“No! This is wrong of me. I should be respectful and responsible of my time.” He spoke firmly. Alise smiled gently and nodded. She understood the importance of the matter for Kristoff. He was only 21, a year younger than she was, yet here he was charged with looking after his 8 year old sister when he was 19 after their parents had been killed in a car accident. Actually, he insisted that he would take care of her, being her only family in the country. She would not go back to Belarus so long as he was working.

Alise said, “Okay. It really isn’t so bad, though. I love working with Illyana.”

She relaxed a bit and grinned, “And what’s with the ‘Ms.Zhang’ business.”

“One most be respectful of elders,” he smirked.

Alise leaned back as if she were shot in the heart, “Oh! Oh! Yeah, right! Now I’m mad!”

He may have been younger but his height and hard edged face actually made him appear decidedly older than Alise.

She then recalled that he never did refer to her by her first name, “I think you’re allowed to call me Alise.”

“Ah-leez,” he spoke deliberately, then shrugged with indifference.

The two chuckled some more as Illyana returned with a clutch of papers and presented it to her brother. Kristoff nodded and smiled approvingly.

“Hey you got an ‘A’!” he said holding up her poster project of grasshoppers, “This is her first time!”

Illyana was glowing, “Yes! Alise…I mean Ms. Zhang and I did that!”

“Really?” he looked at the tutor.

Alise was amazed by the proud look on his handsome face. He looked like a proud father.

“Well,” she said, “I helped her with the lay out. She did all the studying and writing.”

“This is great, Yanny,” he said and pulled her close to him, rubbing her arm briskly. Turning to Alise he added, “Thank you so much.”

“Yes, well, okay…I’m great!” she joked.

They all laughed.

“No seriously, Illyana is so smart. She always was,” Alise said with a confident voice, “She just needed a different approach to studying.”

Kristoff sighed and spoke with a heavy sincerity, “As I said, we must thank you for that. We have been very lucky to have you as her tutor.”

“Oh, thank you,” Alise smiled.

“As Yanny has told me,” Kristoff continued, “You are as smart as you are pretty.”

Alise’s draw dropped as her eyebrows raised. She managed to form her mouth into a crooked smile but it was still gaping.

“Bobo!” Illyana said punching her brother in the stomach then burying her head in his side. “Don’t say things like that!”

“What is it, Yanny? We should be honest with your tutor!”

“I-I-I…” Alise drew her breath and forced out her words, “I, uh, guess I’m not that smart, then!”

Kristoff focused his blue eyes firmly on her and spoke, unwavering, “I think you are very, very smart, Ms.Zhang.”

Alise blinked and smiled. She was sure her round cheeks were flushing a cherry red by now.

“I-I…um…well, what do I say?” she asked.

“You say thank you?” he replied.

She inhaled deeply then sighed, “Well, thanks.”

“Okay Yanny,” Kristoff said pushing her away, “We must let Alise go home now. Go get your things. Dinner is ready at home.”

Alise watched as Illyana skipped over to the table. She was such a happy child now. It brought her to ease as she looked at the girl and she was able to speak more clearly, “I think you’re the one who’s done a good job with her, Kris. I don’t think I could raise a younger sister on my own.”

He was staring at his sister as well and he nodded, “It has been…an education.”

Alise looked up at him, “Hey, well, maybe you can give me a few personal lessons sometime.”

The man pulled his gaze away from his sister and placed it on to the young woman with the warm smile on her face. His lips drew to a determined line, and his eyes had the slightest squint to them, darkening them to an ocean blue.

Immediately, Alise recoiled, “Ooh, that sounded a bit weird, huh?”

The tension she felt building didn’t ease, neither did his gaze. She bit her lower lip, and relaxed only a little when Illyana returned and took Kristoff’s hand.

The tutor and student exchanged good byes. “See you next week, Illyana. Work hard at school.”

“I will,” the little girl answered.

Alise looked at Kristoff hesitantly.

He nodded slowly towards her, “I promise not to be late from now on. Good night, Ms.Zhang.”

“Good night, Kristoff,” the sudden formality was unnerving.

He nodded then waved and walked out of the room with his sister.

Alise stared at the empty doorway for a full 10 seconds before blowing out a long sigh and running her hands through her long dark hair. She then went to her table to clean up.

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“You enjoy seeing Ms.Zhang,don’t you, Yanny?” Kristoff said as they walked back to their apartment.

“Yes!” Illyana chirped, “Do you, too?”

He pursed his lips and nodded his head as walked. He stared out ahead of them as he spoke, “Yes. Yes I do.”

Even when they had first met, Kristoff had taken a fleeting moment to note that Illyana’s tutor was a sweet and attractive young beauty. She had the twinkling small but exotic Chinese eyes, a gentle pretty face that glowed when she smiled that wide upper-teeth smile of hers, and long black hair noticeably missing the red highlights that almost every other young Asian woman her age had streaked into theirs. And even with the baggy pants and sweatshirt hoody that she wore he could tell she had a nice slender yet soft body. The awkward pair of beach style rubber thong sandals she walked around in just seemed to add to her unique, relaxed, and attractive qualities.

Her gentle yet perky and energetic nature just seemed to accentuate her physical beauty like a glowing aura.

Kristoff would have been blind not to notice her even if they were just passing in the street. But it was his commitment to his sister that had focused his path these days. A reconciled player from his teen years, his days of fooling around from girl to girl ended with the passing of their parents. Girls had become something to look at rather than to touch.

Two years had been such a long time for a young man like him.

“Can we ask her home for dinner some time?” Illyana asked snapping Kristoff back to the present moment.

“Hmm?” he frowned at her.

“Maybe Ms.Zhang can come for dinner?”

Kristoff stopped on the sidewalk and thought for a moment. He rubbed the back of his head like he did whenever a plan came to his mind.

He nodded and continued to do so as he looked down at the apple-cheeked face of his dear sister.

“I think,” he spoke matter-of-factly, “That is a very nice idea, Yanny.”

She gasped with excitement, “Yes!”

Illyana swung their hands together as they turned up the steps of their apartment.

“But when she comes over, I will not have to do homework, right Bobo?”

“No,” he said as he opened the door, “No lessons for you that night.”

It was at the moment as he spoke the words that Kristoff had perfect clarity. His heart skipped slightly with a deep rooted excitement that was immediately washed away with a calculating determination that he hadn’t let surface in over two years.

There would only be one person he would want to give lessons to that night.

Part 2-Assigments

Alise hurried down the stairs from the meeting room floor, her sandals making flip flop sounds on the tiled floors. She checked the library floor and then went over to the gym and asked the attendants if they had seen Kristoff Maximo today.

“Check the weight room downstairs,” one staff member told her.

The weight room was in the basement of the facility. It had the decidedly dull grey and beige colours throughout and as you made your way down deeper into the concrete rooms, sounds just echoed from wall to wall.

Alise slowed down as she made her way to the basement. Her sandals made quite the slapping noise in that part of the building and she didn’t want to annoy anyone. Before she reached the bottom and made the turn into the corridor, she could hear loud stifling grunts along with the clank of metal.

She shuffled slowly towards the weight room, all the while the grunts and clanks growing louder and louder.

She peered carefully into the window of the weight room.

There was only one occupant.

Kristoff did three more curls, his biceps rippling and straining, each one accentuated with an aggravated grunt. Then he put the weights down with a gasp of air.

He drew in large breaths and ran his hand through his wet dark brown hair. His whole body was covered in a slick sheen of sweat and oil as he pulled up the bottom of his white sleeveless top to wipe off his face, a six-pack of ab muscles stretched across his belly, being cooled by the lone fan blowing in the corner of the room.

Alise chewed her lower lip.

He grabbed his bottle and leaned back as he took a long deliberate swig of water.

“Uh, um…,” a soft voiced croaked from behind.

Kristoff gulped, turned and then squinted at the person at the door.

Alise had managed to stop staring at him long enough to edge her way to the doorway. She was hoping to God he hadn’t noticed her watching him.

“Hello Ms.Zhang,” he said, his smile turning to a joshing grin, “Or is it Alise?”

She snapped out of her funk with that and rolled her eyes, “Uh, I think we can go with Alise,” then she waved a mocking finger at him, “For now!”

Kristoff chuckled then a stunned look came to his face. He gasped and grabbed his watch from the ledge, “I am not late again am I?”

“No! No!” Alise waved her hands, “The session isn’t over yet but Illyana finished her homework already. I think she’s a bit tired though so instead of playing I think she wants to go home.”

Kristoff was already packing his gear into his bag as she spoke.

“But that’s okay,” she pointed with both hands to the stairs, “I can ask her if she wants to read a book until you’re ready.”

He shook his head, “Not at all, Alise. I was done anyway.”

He stretched his arms and reached behind to stretch his back. Alise couldn’t decide if she should just go or continue to stare.

“Really, it’s still another 15 minutes, I can…”

“No!” he said. There was that firm, but not harsh, voice of his that just settled her quietly. “I am done. I can pick her up early as some repayment for being late so many times before.”

“That really isn’t…”

He raised his eyebrow at her. She immediately stopped.

Alise then nodded and spoke, “Okay. Then consider all debts paid.”

His gear slung over his shoulder, he followed her down the basement corridor.

“Debt is not cleared,” he said.

Alise stopped at the stairs. Holding the hand rail, she looked back, “Huh?”

“No Alise,” Kristoff said, “Debts are not all paid. I have been late many times.”

She was about to say something but thought better of it. Just his unwavering gaze alone was able to keep her passive now.

“Illyana and I would like you to come for dinner with us.”

“Oh. Oh, no, Kristoff, I can’t accept-”

“Yes you must,” he insisted.

“Y-you don’t have to buy me dinner,” she said, trying her best to curb the stammer she got whenever she was panicked.

Kristoff smirked then bobbed his head in a zealous nod, “No Ms.Zhang, we cannot buy you dinner due to our financial circumstances…unless we treat you to French fries at the McDonald’s.”

The remark was sadly true but he tinged it with enough sarcasm and a goofy grin to break a smile upon her face.

“I will fill your belly with the cooking skills of chef Maximo,” he declared.

“Oh! Is that the idea?” she asked.

“That is the idea, yes,” he replied, “Illyana and I insist.”

Alise paused for a long moment. Though the initial shock had worn off, she was still trying to be careful here.

“I-I’m not sure, Kris,” she said looking at him thoughtfully, “It might not be right for a volunteer to accept gifts from their clients.”

It sounded painfully professional, but it also seemed right.

It was his turn to speak deliberately, “Very well. You are not the tutor. Illyana is not the student. I am not the client. We have dinner as friends.”

Again she thought for a long moment, her lips slowly drawing to a wide grin and her eyebrows arching high as she nodded, “You’re not serving Borscht, are you?”

Kristoff leaned closely over her, “No Borscht. Pig stomachs.”

Her head circled in an attempted nod, “Sounds yummy.”

“Next week after tutoring,” he said, “You can go tell Yanny. She will be very happy.”

The broad, warm smile returned to the young woman’s face finally. She turned and led the way up the stairs.

Kristoff followed two steps behind her watching her small, round bottom shift beneath her track pants as she walked up.

Part 3: The Lesson Plan

Everyday leading up to the night of the dinner, Alise contested in her head whether or not she did the right thing by accepting the invitation. She realized the reason she couldn’t decide was because there were several levels to the quandary. The idea of a volunteer being served dinner by the student’s family still was bothering her a little. But when she had told Illyana that she was coming and the little girl hugged her then ran over to her brother to do the same she realized just how genuine the gesture was. It really was like friends more than clients.

Then there was something else. Kristoff. Everything about him was so unclear. She couldn’t begin to sort out what she felt, if she felt anything at all, about him. And when she did think about him, the only images that came to mind were of him in the weight room, muscular and lean, his handsome face straining with a look of attractive determination. The guy was hot. It bothered her to be so focused on the physical, to be objectifying him that way. Her judgement, which she was renowned for and which she relied on for everything from her confidence to her relaxed nature, was clouded to say the very least.

Yet, there she was, sitting beside Illyana like she always did, going through her homework, looking up at the clock every five minutes. She was anticipating when he would come to the door and take them home for dinner.

She even changed her usual tutoring outfit. Gone were the baggy cargo or track pants, replaced with a pretty, yet still casual, denim skirt. She wore a green golf shirt that hugged the form of her body. Her hair was still straight and jet black but had been washed and brushed to a silky softness.

Her signature rubber thong sandals remained.

Illyana was clearly excited. As it turned out, not only was her tutor coming over for dinner but she also was invited by her friend in an apartment a few floors above her for a sleepover later that night. She had a difficult time focusing on her work but Alise just enjoyed the sheer giddiness of the little girl, perhaps even shared in the feeling.

She looked up at the clock just as it turned 7 o’clock and almost instantly, a tall figure with dark hair and blue eyes entered the meeting room.

“Bobo!” Illyana squealed and scurried off into his arms.

Alise looked up, pursing her lower lip, then looked at the clock again nodding. “Wow. 7 on the nose. I’m impressed.”

Kristoff simply smiled back then knelt down and whispered something into the little girl’s ear. Then he handed her something which she immediately hid behind her back as she turned to face Alise.

Alise looked at her with a curious gaze. Illyana approached her, a huge mischievous toothy smile on her face.

Mr. Johnson was halfway to downtown Dallas when Miss Rose decided to have mercy on her beautiful little pupil, and Diana was almost hoarse, screaming loudly as she came. She shuddered over and over and over again as Miss Rose’s strong hands finally pushed her over the edge.

* * * * *

Following this necessary ordeal, Miss Rose had supervised Diana’s workout in the state of the art home gymnasium, carefully bathed and oiled her, and had done an expert job applying makeup and doing Mrs. Anglin’s hair. Diana, completely naked, save for exquisite diamond earrings and a matching necklace, was preparing the old black woman’s breakfast when the doorbell rang.

Miss Rose had the beautiful, young wife assume the position as she went to answer the door. Diana was on her tip-toes; legs spread; hands behind her head; elbows pulled back; tits forced up and out and heaving; with stomach sucked in completely. Though painful, the position excited her, and she held it perfectly as she strained to hear voices. She couldn’t imagine who was at the door.

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“Ah… good morning, ma’am… I hope… ah… I’m not disturbing… you.”

Officer Gonzales was about Diana’s age, fresh out of the Navy, a former Seal, and now employed by the security company that patrolled the Anglin’s very wealthy neighborhood.

He was looking up at an incredible, older black woman wearing a corset thingy and very high heels. There were huge mounds of black cleavage showing, and long, perfectly shaped, bare legs. He was having trouble catching his breath.

Miss Rose smiled at him.

“Come in, officer,” she said in a low, husky, sexy voice. “How may I help you.”

The teacher was amused at the young man’s obvious discomfort.

“Ma’am,” he started carefully, “we received a call from an employee of the Anglin’s. Uh… ah… The woman… ah… said, well… she said she thought there might be something… uh… strange going on here, ma’am. Uhh… are you… ah… are you Mrs. Anglin?”

“No officer,” Miss Rose said smiling, “I’m just the housekeeper. I’d be happy to introduce you to Mrs. Anglin if you’d like. Her husband’s here too, but he’s in the stable doing some chores. Follow me, Diana’s in the kitchen.”

“Well… ah… ,” the young security officer stammered as Miss Rose turned, “if it isn’t any trouble… ah… I should probably talk to her.”

Officer Gonzales followed the statuesque old black woman through the huge foyer, and into the kitchen. He felt a stirring in his pants as he let his eyes roam over the woman’s very well preserved body.

As they entered the kitchen, Miss Rose was pleased that Diana was still holding the position. For a moment his view was blocked, then Miss Rose stepped out of the way and heard the security guard gasp as he saw the young, exotic beauty. Diana’s muscles were straining and she was breathing hard, which caused her breasts to heave and swell. Her entire body was coated in a mixture of the oil that Miss Rose had lovingly applied and sweat. She literally glowed in the morning sun. Especially her upper, inner thighs which were bathed in her own sweet cunt juice.

“Officer Gonzales, this is Mrs. Wade Anglin,” the teacher said. “Diana, this is Officer Gonzales. He needs to ask you a few questions.”

There was complete silence in the kitchen, except for the sound of Mrs. Anglin’s labored breathing. The teacher watched the security guard watch the incredible, bare naked beauty posed in front of him. Nothing moved, except Officer Gonzales’ cock as it burst to full erection and strained against his uniform pants. He couldn’t have said anything even if he wanted to, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from Mrs. Anglin’s incredible body.

Miss Rose let the officer gaze at Diana until she saw moisture soaking through his starched uniform pants, then she broke the ice.

“Well, Officer Gonzales, what was it you needed to ask?” She was unbuttoning his shirt, and releasing his throbbing cock from its confinement as she spoke.

She then moved Diana to him, allowing her breasts to rest against the guard’s well developed chest, and placed both of the young wife’s hands on the dripping brown cock.

Diana turned her head up and waited for a kiss as she stroked him. She hadn’t touched a man other than her husband in more than 10 years, and now she was holding her second strange cock in three days. She slowly massaged and stroked him as she kissed him sweetly.

Mike Gonzales had never had a problem finding a woman to spend time with, good looking women, but he had never been with anyone like this. Mrs. Anglin was simply the most perfect woman he had ever seen, and he was afraid this wasn’t going to last very long.

Miss Rose moved behind the security officer and ran her fingers up through his hair. She squeezed, then pulled his head back, breaking the kiss.

“Officer,” Miss Rose said softly into his ear. “Do you think anything is wrong here at the Anglin’s?”

“Awwwww God… no… ma’am… uhhhhnnnnggggg.”

Diana’s hands and the feel of her thrusting nipples and breasts against him were moving him rapidly toward the edge.

“Ohhhhhhhgod… everything’s… just… awwwwwgod… fine.”

“Good boy,” the older teacher said. “Make sure your report reflects that.”

Miss Rose pushed the security officer’s face back to Diana’s hot, wet, waiting lips, and watched as his adequate cock bucked in the young wife’s hands. His cum exploded onto the beautiful belly of her newest pupil.

Officer Gonzales broke the kiss and gasped for air as Diana squeezed every drop out of him.

“If you would like to see Mrs. Anglin again,” Miss Rose said with a rather evil smile, “I expect you to get on your knees and clean up your mess.”

Mike Gonzales let his mouth and tongue taste Diana’s perfect full breasts and straining nipples as he sank slowly to the kitchen floor. He knew he could stand this humiliation because he knew he couldn’t live without seeing Diana again. Miss Rose stroked his hair as she encouraged him to do a very good job.

* * * * *

Diana was on her hands and knees eating out of the dog bowl when Leviticus got home. When he saw how red her ass was, and how bright pink and swollen her cunt lips were, he knew his former teacher had been up to her old tricks. She was so good with paddle and whip that Mr. Johnson was sure she had made the young wife cum as Miss Rose punished her perfect ass, and he was sure that the young wife had tasted the old, black woman by now. Diana looked up at him, her mouth covered with the sticky food scraps Miss Rose had given her for dinner.

“Get cleaned up,” Leviticus said. “I want us to enjoy that beautiful pool your husband built for you.”

* * * * *

Everything was perfect. The night was clear and almost cool. The stars were shining brightly. The water was warm. The wine was expensive. Diana was riding Mr. Johnson’s huge, black cock as he slowly walked around in the pool. Their kisses were urgent, soft, sweet and wet. They had professed their love many times, and kissed over and over again as the silky, warm water caressed their perfect bodies. Mrs. Anglin had cum several times and knew she would cum many times more.

Leviticus held the young bride in position as he walked up the steps and out of the water. When he reached the double chaise lounge at the side of the pool, he lifted her gently off his cock, then just as gently laid her down.

Diana felt abandoned, but soon the black giant leaned over her and began to explore her with his large, soft, wet lips and tongue. God, she loved how easily he moved her around. She felt like a little girl in his hands, and it was a feeling they both enjoyed. He pinned her hands above her head and began to suck at her armpits, running his tongue and full lips over the soft, sensitive skin, first one and then the other. He licked and sucked the undersides of her arms, and then moved his mouth to her full breasts.

He sucked and bit gently on the outside of each one. Rather than move his mouth, he moved her breasts to him by pulling on her dark, hard nipples. Then he concentrated on the underside of each heaving tit. Diana was sucking air in huge gulps as her breasts swelled and grew more sensitive under the attack. Mr. Johnson could really get to her with his hot, wet mouth. And she got to him as well. Her perfect breasts, her swollen nipples, her sweet skin, fragrant hair, tight, flat belly, and her perfect, hard, round ass. Shit, she could get to anybody.

Leviticus moved down her soft, tight abs and kissed the tender, soft, hairless skin around her cunt. She always smelled so fresh, and he loved to breathe deeply of her exciting scent. His long, fat tongue began to explore her most private area, and he delighted in her incredible wetness.

He bit her until she groaned in pleasure/pain, then he tasted her asshole. It was juicy and sweet from the young wife’s pussy cream which ran out of her and down. He ran his tongue up inside her, loving the tight, sucking sensation of her anus.

Mr. Johnson spent a long time with his mouth on the beautiful young wife’s cunt, his hands taking her breasts, his fingers controlling her thrusting nipples. When he began to suck at her clit, he was glad there were no neighbors close by. She began to wail loudly, every muscle tense and shimmering in the moonlight, and then she came hard in his mouth.

He slowly kissed up her body. He could feel her shudder under his mouth. His cock was getting closer and closer to her needy hole.

He let the huge black head of his cock press against the mouth of her hot pussy for awhile without moving. They could feel each other’s heat, and they both began to pant as he finally pushed his way inside. Her sweet, wet lips peeled open to grant him access. The sensation, Leviticus thought, was like warm, liquid satin, and he had to be very careful not to lose control. Mrs. Anglin was the kind of girl who might be able to really get to him and that just wasn’t in the cards.

The muscular Black Master slowly fucked his heavily veined, unbelievably thick cock into Diana’s tight, hot cunt. He was in no hurry and chose a leisurely pace. The leisurely pace was driving both of them mad with desire.

“Ohhh God, Mr. Johnson… soooo gooood,” Mrs. Anglin moaned. “You are an incredible lover… I… ohhhh God… I love you so much.”

Leviticus covered her mouth with his, and moved his tongue in and out of it at the same pace he thrust his cock. She worked her lips against him with great urgency. Diana wrapped her arms around the beautiful black man’s neck, and hunched her belly in need as he continued to invade her mouth hole and her hot cunt at the same time. The dual penetration, in perfect unison, was driving her out of her mind with desire.

A sound broke the cool silence of the evening. A low, pathetic groan. Then another and another, louder than the rest.

“What’s… oh my God… what’s that,” Diana gasped, pulling her mouth away.

“It’s your husband,” Leviticus said, kissing her again. “Dr. Logan is… doing… things… to him in the stable.”

“Oh God… is he… what’s… he… aaawww God… doing… to Wade?”

“He’s humbling him, baby girl. Working him and making him sweat. Hurting him a little and showing him who he really is.”

The moans went on and on. Leviticus picked up the pace a little, working her expertly with his cock and tongue.

“God… help… me,” the beautiful wife gasped. “I… can’t… stand it. Aaaaawwwwgggggggod… it’s… driving… me… crazy.”

Leviticus picked up the pace yet again. His bulbous, muscular, sweat covered ass gleamed in the night as the hard muscles strained with the effort.

“Would you like to see… what Dr. Logan… is doing… to… your husband?” Mr. Johnson asked, now breathing very heavily himself. His cock hardened even more, and he knew Diana was very close to cumming again.

“How… oooohhhhh… would we… aaaaahhhhh… watch?” She was almost there.

He kissed her passionately again. Then Leviticus had to put his mouth close to her ear so that she could hear him over her own loud gasps.

“Dr. Logan… always video tapes… I’m so close… his sessions. Aaaawwww God… We can watch it later in the bedroom… ” Mr. Johnson could hold back no longer, and he bathed the interior of the young wife’s cunt with his hot, fertile cream as the husband’s groans became longer, louder, and more pronounced.

They were kissing again, and Diana came twice in succession. She was sure her husband could hear her screams answering his.

“Ohhhhh God… Mr. Johnson… uuuuuunnnnngggggg… please… get… the… tape.”

He hadn’t really thought about this videotape thing. Leviticus met her hot mouth with his. How could he have possibly guessed that Diana would have responded the way she did to her husband’s painful, and somewhat public subjugation?

Could this be going any better? Money in the bank, a mansion with all the amenities to enjoy, and one of the world’s most beautiful young women ready and willing to do anything he asked. He was slowly discovering the long-buried dark side of Mrs. Anglin and he liked what he was finding.

He picked Diana up and cradled her in his arms. More kisses. More loud groans in the night. This was just too good to be true.

“I love you, baby girl,” Leviticus said as he began to walk toward the mansion. I’ll get the tape, and we’ll watch it as we fuck in your big, beautiful bed.”

She shuddered in his arms, kissed him, and then shuddered again as he probed her asshole with his long, thick, black thumb, giving her a hint of what was to come.

“Aaawwww God… that feels so good… so fuckin’ good. I love you too, Mr. Johnson,” Diana groaned.

Again the hot, young wife was reminded of something from her past. Years ago, another man had used her asshole. He was an expert, a very patient, but insistent man, and over time, he turned her into his sleazy, beautiful whore.

Now it was happening again. Mrs. Anglin couldn’t wait to feel her Black Master’s huge cock in that tight, sensitive hole while she watched Dr. Logan do terrible things to her husband. It was all the way in now and Diana began to pant. She kissed Mr. Johnson yet again as he jiggled her on his thumb. God what this beautiful black man could do to her.

She was his slave, and there was nothing else she would rather be.

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Mr. Johnson had been wondering how he could break away from the beautiful Diana to take care of a little business that was waiting for him, and now an opportunity had presented itself. She wanted to see the video, and it made sense to let the man who directed it show it to her. Leviticus had a feeling that Mrs. Anglin was going to like Dr. Logan. And he knew that Dr. Logan was going to love her. He accessed the direct line to the stable and set things up. In the background he could hear Wade moaning continuously. Interesting. It was going to be a very interesting night for Mr. Anglin’s wife as well.

He had designed the apparatus himself and had it fabricated from gleaming stainless steel. The beauty of the design was that it was completely flexible in its use, and he could restrain a victim in virtually any position that the mind could concoct. It worked equally well on men and women of any size, of any height, of any weight.

The bars and platforms were easily adjustable for him, but the contraption was not designed for the victim’s comfort. In that regard, it was as utilitarian as an apparatus for this purpose could be.

Dr. Logan enjoyed designing new positions for those he worked, and would spend hours, if it took that, to get it all just right. He delighted in stretching a victim as far as possible, then waiting, then tightening the bindings again to make him or her strain just a little bit more. When their breathing became labored, shallow gasps, he knew he was getting close.

The good doctor could work quickly if he had too, but treasured unlimited time. With Wade Anglin, he had unlimited time. Before he had gone to the mansion to fuck Diana, Dr. Logan had secured Wade in a particularly uncomfortable, back straining position.

Resting face up on three stainless steel bars, Wade was stretched back, his wrists tied to his ankles. His knees were spread as wide as bones, muscles, and ligaments would allow, and then his ankles forced as close together as possible.

Dr. Logan had spent considerable time between the humiliated husband’s legs, and always became incredibly excited listening to the hoarse screams and groans of the pathetic white man as he worked.

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Diana and Dr. Logan were completely naked as they entered the darkened tack room. They could hear Wade whimpering constantly as the doctor turned on some lights. His head hanging upside down, Wade had a very good view of Dr. Logan’s huge black, wet scrotum and the man’s wet, shiny, ebony cock.

As the doctor moved closer to his victim, Wade began to make sucking sounds with his mouth. He could smell his wife, and he wanted to taste her.

As her husband licked and sucked her sweet pussy juice from the huge black cock and balls of his tormentor, Diana walked slowly around the apparatus admiring the good doctor’s imagination and handiwork. When she completed the tour, she rested her hand on her husband’s throat so that she could feel Jeremiah’s cock, and, on tip toes, she kissed the doctor on the lips.

Diana continued to kiss the doctor, exploring his mouth with her hot, sweet tongue, and then moved her hand to the several inches of black cock her husband could not accommodate. She loved that she could not close her fingers around it. Then she forced a finger inside her husband’s mouth so she could feel his tongue working. She was still kissing the doctor and what she was doing to Wade made her feel so deliciously wicked.

Her poor husband groaned as she massaged his tongue.

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Leviticus Johnson had had a very successful evening. As he exited the Mercedes, he stretched and breathed in the cool, early morning air. His huge chest and biceps strained the expensive cotton shirt nearly to the point of ripping through completely. He could feel the envelope fat with cash in his inside coat pocket as he reflected on his evening with State Senator Ann Whitcomb Forrester.

The woman paid him a huge sum, 10 large in fact, every six weeks or so to punish her for her evil thoughts and deeds. In most every way, Senator Forrester was a controlling, dominant woman, but with Mr. Johnson, she could just let herself go.

The tall, elegant, probably-next-U.S. Senator from the great state of Texas, would bawl like a baby as Leviticus ripped the clothes from her body and used the expensive, Italian leather belt on her. Oh, she tried to escape, but he was much too strong and fast, and besides she didn’t want to stray too far from the closet where her sniveling, weak, very white husband crouched, listened, and snuck peeks when he could.

When she could no longer run or even stand, she rolled on the floor, but this only exposed her naked body to him, and his belt expertly found all the right marks. He laughed as she begged forgiveness for not being as sympathetic to minority issues as she should. Frankly, he could give a fuck about all that. He’d made his, but apparently she needed to confess.

Leviticus would give her only a brief period of rest as he stopped to carefully strip off the obscene, tight shorts, and then would attack again with renewed vigor. The whipping game ended when Mrs. Forrester would finally spread eagle herself on her back opening her most private and sensitive areas to him. Her beautiful Black Master would continue the whipping for awhile, but if she wasn’t trying to fight or get away, Mr. Johnson soon tired of the game and would move it along.

Leviticus thought of the senator as a 3-hole woman. She loved to be fucked in the ass, have him rinse his cock in her juicy cunt, and then use her mouth to ensure that his magnificent, coal black member and huge balls were completely clean.

He’d given the senator her money’s worth, hell the sun would be up in an hour or so, but it just wasn’t the same tonight. He couldn’t stop thinking about Diana. She was alone with his friend, Dr. Logan, and the doc was smart, handsome, and a very skilled psychiatrist. For the first time in his life, he knew what it was to be jealous.

Her eyes, her sensual lips, the sound of her voice, her perfect golden body, her sweet cunt, her shapely legs and perfect, round ass all haunted him as he pushed the Mercedes to a hundred and more. Goddammit, he thought, Jeremiah has had all that all night. The girl was really getting to him.

Leviticus passed the mansion, and took the fork in the driveway that led to the stable. He knew full well that’s where they would be.

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When his stretch ended, Mr. Johnson could hear Diana moaning softly and Dr. Logan’s huge ball sack - even bigger than his - slapping against her. At this pace, the good doctor couldn’t last much longer, and he wondered how much more Diana could take as well.

Leviticus’ eyes adjusted to the light in the tack room. He’d seen the apparatus, and he’d seen Diana’s husband bound to it. But he had never seen Wade’s young, beautiful wife resting her chest on Wade’s as his friend expertly pounded her cunt from behind.

He bent to kiss Diana. She moaned and they tasted each other’s mouths. Leviticus detected a little salt on her lips and tongue.

“Oh God…Mr. Johnson…Doctor Logan…has got…me…so good! He’s…aawwwwwgod…making me…cummmmm…again!!”

Dr. Jeremiah Logan wasn’t a psychiatrist for nothin’. He knew it was time to get rid of another load and back the fuck off. And so he did. And he did.

Leviticus didn’t say a word. He picked Diana up and kissed her as he took a position with his hugely muscled ass virtually sitting on Wade’s face. He could feel the white man’s wet mouth and tongue burrowing in his deep, dark crack as they sought his asshole. And they all could hear Wade moan as he found the treasure.

“Do you want to clean my cock, Mrs. Anglin?” Leviticus said it loud enough for Wade to hear.

“Ohhhhhhh yessssss,” the young wife hissed. Mr. Johnson lowered her feet to the floor of the tack room, and Diana dropped to her knees.

Mr. Johnson was tired, a little mad at himself and Dr. Logan, and knew this would take awhile, but he leaned back and began to enjoy the mouths of the white couple between his legs.

Dr. Logan, who had moved to the shadows and remained completely silent, watched intently. After many minutes, Leviticus began to knead his own huge nipples, and his breathing and heart rate picked up considerably. Jeremiah watched him intently awhile longer, then began to approach his huge, handsome friend.

When they were literally hip to hip, Dr. Logan moved his hands slowly into position, and put his mouth close to L J’s ear.

“Why don’t you let me take care of your nipples?” The soft, low sound of the doctor’s words burst into Mr. Johnson’s brain. He dropped his hands. Diana’s mouth and Mr. Anglin’s mouth had worked him into a frenzy and Jeremiah had moved in at exactly the right moment.

An observer looking at Leviticus’ huge, black teats would assume they were as large as they would ever get. But Dr. Logan’s strong, experienced fingers coaxed a little more length and a little more girth out of each of them.

Mr. Johnson groaned. “Christ…feels…so…fuckin’…good.”

Jeremiah began to use his thumbnails. “What feels good, Leviticus?”

“My…nipples…aaaarrrrgggghhhhhhh…your fingers…on…my… nipples.”

The doctor knew his friend wouldn’t last much longer. He had to close the deal.

“If you think this feels good, you should clear a little time so I can work on your cock and balls too.”

“H…hh…how…much…” Leviticus was gasping and his belly muscles were working frantically, “how…much…time?” The hot breath directly in Mr. Johnson’s sensitive ear was having the calculated effect on the handsome, coal-black stud.

“Why don’t you plan on spending an entire day down here, L J? I’ll make you feel good all over.”

Leviticus’ asshole constricted, capturing Wade Anglin’s tongue, his giant nipples throbbed with pain and sexual need, his belly heaved, and he shot one of the biggest loads of his life into Diana’s hot, wet mouth.

As three of the four fought to slow their breathing, Dr. Logan moved away again. He had planted the seed. Now it would grow. In a week or so, Leviticus would call, beat around the bush for awhile, and then ask to see the doctor. Down here. On the apparatus. Naked. Bound.

Of course Jeremiah would welcome him and be patient and understanding at first. Then he would be thorough, and skilled, and so very inventive, as he took control of his friend. It might be this that would allow him to take control of his sexy, baby girl as well.

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“Baby,” Mr. Johnson said, “you go back to the house. I haven’t had an opportunity to spend much time with Wade, and I’m going to stay here awhile.”

Wade groaned. Diana kissed him and turned to leave.

“Wait a minute,” he said. “Honey, I think you and Wade and I should plan a wonderful, intimate dinner. It’s time to show you off.”

“Oh, Mr. Johnson!” Diana squealed with glee and ran to him like an excited child. She hugged him and kissed him and giggled. “We should go to Tony’s Steak House. It’s our favorite. Everyone is so nice and the food is scrumptious. It really is!!”

“Tony’s it is,” Leviticus said. “We’ll make reservations for Saturday, our one week anniversary.”

Dr. Logan smiled. He had been watching Wade and saw the poor man’s cock lurch and began to throb. The idea of being humiliated in front of people he knew was driving the white man out of his mind.

Diana kissed her Black Master again. “Please don’t be too long, Mr. Johnson. I need you sooo much.”

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Diana walked slowly into the house, growing more excited with each step as she listened to Wade’s sobs, and moans, and groans, and screams.

God, she was thinking, Black Men know just what to do to us. She began to stroke her sensitive, sweet, wet slit as she thought about their dinner date. She knew Mr. Johnson was going to show off her desires and her body in the most humiliating ways, and do it all right in front of her husband. It’s why she had recommended Tony’s. So many of their friends would be there on a Saturday night.

Diana Anglin felt so evil and so deliciously hot, and had to stop for a moment to let herself cum.

“Do not thank me yet, but talk to John Smith. He might be able to come up with some ideas when he hears your complete story in detail. To him you have to go into detail, it is the details that may give him the clues to solve the mystery.”

And that’s why I was sitting in my living room a few days later, repeating the story I had told Jack, but this time in great detail. When I had completed my story he started to ask questions. Of course he wanted to concentrate on the ‘role play’ part, because as he said it was at this point another man had to be a part of the story. This man had to be colored of course, and if we were lucky called Don, or Donald, and have 5 kids. He did not believe my husband could be that stupid or careless, but as he said, “You never know.”

“Dear Madam, this is my proposal,” he said. “I can work on your case on a ‘no cure no pay’ basis in between other jobs. I’ll give myself three months, so please do not contact me or ask about progress before I contact you. Forget I’m working on this and live your life as normal. The waiting time can be long if you don’t. For payment I will require $ 5,000 in easy instalments, if I succeed to find your girl’s father, with proof that will hold legally. If I don’t find her father, or I cannot supply the necessary proof, you owe me nothing. Do you find this agreeable?”

“Yes, I do,” I said. “I don’t need easy instalments, I have saved up for buying a car, so I can skip the car and pay cash if you succeed. And I hope you do, this is much more important than a car.”

“Fine, we have a deal then. Before I start, I need your ex husbands address, where he works, club memberships, list of all his friends, not only colored. Also I need what you know about his interests, bars and restaurants he uses etc and a photo of him if you have one. And lastly, I need a swab from your daughter’s mouth to make her DNA chart from, in case I find somebody to match it against.”

After he had received all the details I could give, and the DNA sample from my girl, his departing words were: “Forget me and my job, I’ll contact you no later than three months from now.”

The next four weeks went by quickly, then time started to slow down. It was easier said than done to forget the search. Jack was a good support. If it hadn’t been for him I would have been climbing walls. I was so anxious for the results.

There were still three weeks left of the time Mr. Smith had given himself, when he called and asked to see me.

“Do you have any positive results?” I asked nervously.

“I will present my report to you when I see you, but I think you will agree with me that you most probably owe me 5,000 dollars.,” he replied.

I started to cry, and laugh, and cry, and in the end stuttered, “Please come now, soon as you possibly can.”

“I expected an urgency,” he laughed, “I’m outside and can be with you in less than five minutes.”

When I opened the door, a smiling John Smith was outside, with a folder under his arm. I hugged him and dragged him through the door into the living room.

“I’ll give you a short resume. The details are in the report, and you can read them at your leisure after I have left. If you have more questions you can call me at any time,” he said, and continued, “We worked on the assumption that your ex husband had assistance or help from a friend or somebody he knew and trusted. If he had used somebody he picked up in a bar or some other place, he did not know, he ran a serious risk of exposing himself for blackmail. By screening his friends, business partners, golf partners etc., we came up with three possible candidates. Two were not married, and one was married and the father of five children, just as he said during the role play. As the last candidate obvious was a fertile guy, we started to look into him. On top of that his name was Donald. My daughter who works for me, went into the school grounds were his kids go to school and caused a little accident involving his youngest kid. She was the caring adult, and while comforting the kid, she of course secured something we could use for DNA mapping him. In the report you will see that there is a 99.98% chance that your girl and his youngest are siblings.”

I looked at him and with a quivering voice asked, “Will it hold in a court of law?”

“I’m not through yet,” he said. “When we had this result we had to secure something directly from his father. I have a large man I use from time to time to scare people. He looks very mean, but is as kind as you can get. He is very useful. I asked him to pick a fight with Donald at a bar, while my wife was at hand. It was very easy. My guy hit Donald on the nose, and my wife was there ranting and screaming to get him to keep his hands off Donald, and very conveniently produced a clean handkerchief to dry off his nose bleed. The blood is tested, and Donald is your girl’s father, no doubt.”

“Will this then hold in a court of law?” I asked.

“No, it won’t. The evidence is not secured in a legal manner. But the right lawyer would help you scare the shit out of him, screaming rape and conspiracy to destroy your name and reputation. I think with the evidence you can present him will make him fold and tell what happened. Then you can go after your husband and get a better deal.” He smiled, and continued; “I will only send an invoice to you, after either Donald has accepted the parentage, or the court has ruled him to be the father. For your information, he is a nice man, and I think he will take the responsibility for his part in this charade.”

Saturday afternoon two weeks later, it was my visitation day for my two eldest kids, I was outside Frank’s house. With an envelope in my left hand I pressed the door bell. Frank opened the door, looked at me and the young man standing next to me and laughed: “Have you got yourself a driver Mandy?”

“No Frank,” I said. “He is a witness. You are being served,” I said and gave him the envelope.

“I’m being what?”

“For the last three hours, your friend Donald has been with my lawyer and myself, and eventually he chose to spill the beans. You are being sued for conspiracy to destroy my good name and reputation, for arranging me being raped by a to me unknown man, and for lying in the court of law during our divorce case and producing false evidence in the same case. For this I seek compensation for undue grievance, lost social standing and reputation and a lot of other legal gibberish you can read at your leisure in the documents I have handed to you.” I smiled sweetly at him, and continued, “The sum I am seeking is five million dollars.”

He looked stunned, with open mouth, but no words came out.

I looked at him and said; “You need some time by yourself to think this through, so I suggest Len and Mary should have a weekend at my place for a change, don’t you agree?”

He just nodded, and turned round to Len and Mary who were now behind him at the door, and told them to get their things and go with mom for the weekend. They ran happily to pack an overnight bag. While they where out of sight I said, “This is between you and me. I will not say anything to Len and Mary. You are their father and I want them to love you. I expect the same from you. But there will be some changes. I will discuss an amicable settlement with you, but shared custody will be a non negotiable demand from me. I advise you to contact your lawyer Monday. If my lawyer does not hear from him within next week, this goes to court.”

He looked beaten, and with Len and Mary in my hands walking down toward the car, I could not contain myself from turning around and with a laugh say, “Jane is doing fine by the way, she is a lovely little child, you should get to know her.”

*THE END*

Kathy’s blond head was guided down to the aroused black pussy. The little white girl eagerly feasted on the delicious black pussy and when black momma was brought to orgasm, her two daughters took turns fucking the white girl’s pretty face.

Mother and daughters hurried home, they did not want any of the neighbors to see them, especially in their fuck-slut outfits. Helen ordered the three of them to be at her place at 8pm. sharp tomorrow night but gave no further explanation other than it was a special occasion. Mom and the girls showered and went to bed, they were exhausted and needed a good sleep.

As they nervously dressed to go next-door, Mom was pleased that Helen told her to wear a nice sundress and her daughters to wear skirts and blouses. They were seated in the living room, served beer and enjoyed the old R&B music. Sam said that he lets the young one’s play their rap music most of the time but this was a special night and he wanted to play the good old rhythm and blues songs. Then Helen informed them why it was a special evening, “There is a very special woman living down the street, her name is Terry, Sam and I have been lusting after the lovely red-head ever since we first saw her. Terry is 5′8″ tall and has size 38D breasts with long pointy nipples that get hard at the slightest suggestion of sex. She in a bundle of fireworks and we are going to light her fuse. All of my sons are hot to fuck her as well. Deshawn even fucked the lady next-door to her and had her tell Terry how big his cock was and how good he fucked her. Terry was aroused and desperately wanted some of that big black cock but would not cheat on her husband!”

Mom said, “I know Terry and her husband Bob. They are very much in love, they are a perfect couple and are happy together; why would you want to spoil their marriage?”

“I don’t want to harm their marriage, don’t you know the difference between love and sex? She does not want to cheat on her husband and I admire that. Her husband will be with her tonight, we will give her what she is longing for, and my daughters will seduce her husband! They will still be a happily married couple; the only difference will be that they will experience sexual bliss that they have only dreamed of.

Heather asked Helen, “Why are we here? Won’t we be in the way?”

“No dear girl, you will not be in the way. When they watch you dance with my sons and succumb to the sexual advances, it will only increase their own arousal. So you see, you are part of the stimulus; along with a powder that will be sprinkled in their drinks, it will loosen their inhibitions and increase their sexual desire. Oh god, I’m getting wet just thinking about watching that sweet young thing spreading her shapely legs for a big black cock. I want to watch her fill that little mouth with a big dick and most of all, I want to see those big green eyes looking up at me while she sucks my hot cunt. Oh yeah, I’m ready, I can’t wait to get that angel face between my legs.”

Nine o’clock sharp and the Twenty-three yr. old couple entered the house and were served beer with a special powder. Heather, Kathy and mom danced with the brothers and the beer flowed freely. Sam and Helen watched Terry’s face as the buxom redhead brushed back her shoulder length hair back and squirmed on the sofa as she watched the young black men fondle the tits and buttocks of the blond white women. Helen looked over at Deshawn and he came over to the sofa and asked Terry to dance with him. The stunning redhead looked at her husband and he said, “Sure honey, go ahead and dance, this music is perfect for dancing. Have a good time, let’s have some fun.”

Deshawn held the beautiful young wife close and she could feel his manhood pressing against her belly. Hot flashes traveled thru her entire body, she felt a tingle in her dampening pussy. His big black hands squeezed her shapely buttocks and pressed her tighter against his throbbing cock, his finger circled her anus and then pressed against the tight opening. The frightened and aroused wife turned crimson and attempted to make eye contact with her husband but was shocked to see the two young black girls sitting on either side of him, he was kissing one and the other had her hand on his lap. She panicked and turned her head the other way and could not believe her eyes, Heather had her partner’s cock out and was lovingly stroking the big black dick.

Glancing at the love seat, there was Helen playing with Sam’s cock, Terry thought that it looked more like a big black snake than a penis. She tried to protest when the handsome black stud kissed her lips and fucked her sweet mouth with his long tongue. He placed her hand on his cock, she could not believe how long, and thick it was. Terry once again looked over at her husband only to see him sucking on a black tit; the other black girl had his dick out and took his dick in her mouth! Deshawn removed his sexy lips from her mouth and kissed her neck as he slipped his other hand under her skirt and two fingers slid into her sopping pussy, her hand never left his cock even though he was no longer holding it in place. The young wife moaned as his fingers fucked her hot hole! He whispered in her ear, “Take it out, I know that you want to feel the hot flesh, take it out and play with it. It’s all for you, pretty lady!”

“I…I ..want to take it out but I am afraid, my husband is the only man that I have ever been with and he is right here in the room. I just couldn’t do anything in front of him and all of the others.” Deshawn grabbed her wrist and led her up to his bedroom, he took off his shoes and pants. He smiled at her facial expression when she saw his cock, sheer desire. The luscious redhead grasped his big fat black cock with her small white hands, she could not get her fingers around the thick cock. The black stud undressed the pretty wife as she moved both hands over his black snake.

As if in a trance she sank to her knees without having to be told. She lovingly kissed the prominent head of his cock, she licked up the leaking pre-cum, adoringly licked and kissed her way down the long shaft and licked and sucked his large ball-sack. Terry could feel her pussy leaking as she worked her way back up the shaft and guided the big hunk of black meat into her sweet little mouth. Her pussy got even wetter when she moved her lily white wedding ring clad finger hand over his black shaft as she lipped the head of his cock, the sight of her wedding ring on his big black cock and the contrast of their skin colors drove her wild with insane lust. Her head moved on his cock like she was bobbing for apples. The white wife tried desperately to put all of the king-cock in her mouth but it just wouldn’t fit. The poor girl gave it her all, she was choking and saliva was running down her chin.

Deshawn pulled his cock out of her sucking mouth with a loud plop, threw her on the bed and spread her white legs wide. He told her to put it in and as she slowly stuffed the black cock in her pink little love hole; he pushed it in a little more and told her, “I’m going to fuck you good, and you are going to love my big cock up your tight little cunt. I’m going to go deeper than anyone has before, you will experience sensations that you never knew existed. Then you will beg me to fuck you again, because I’m such a good guy, I will fuck you again!”

With slow strokes he pumped her tight cunt and the deeper he got the faster he pumped until she was screaming in passion. The little wife wrapped her long white legs around his waist and soon she was screaming, “Oh god, it’s soooo bigggg, it hurtssss meeee, oh goddddd. Oh, oh oh, aaaggggggg, yesssssss!!! Fuck me with your big black cock, don’t stop please, I love it soooo much! Give it all to me. Hurt me where I pee, shit yesss, do it, do me with your black dick. I’ll do anything you want me to do! I am a slut for your cock, Oh yeah here it cumsssssss, Oh goddddd…!!! Deshawn was in her pussy to the hilt, he shot a load of sticky cum deep up her love tunnel.

He fed her mouth his semi-hard piece of meat and she lovingly licked and sucked it clean. Terry was startled to see a crowd watching them. Among the spectators was her loving husband, she hung her head in shame, knowing that her husband watched her become a slave to black cock. Deshawn started slapping her across the face with his cock; she wanted to put it back in her mouth but Bob was watching and she felt so slutty doing it in front of him. But he was naked and with his two black bitches so why the hell not. All of the sudden the idea of her husband watching her suck this beautiful black cock turned her on! She wrapped her sweet lips around the object of her affection and greedily sucked on his magnificent manhood. The vision of loveliness could not get enough of his black prime beef; nothing in the world mattered but pleasing her sex master!

He was fucking her beautiful face with long strokes, trying to get the whole thing down her throat. Suddenly her head was harshly pulled from the throbbing black cock! She thought it must be her husband but was shocked to see Helen clutching her red hair tightly. The authoritative black woman ordered everyone but Sam out of the room. They scattered but left the door open. Sam stood in front of her face and the sweet redhead’s mouth dropped and her eyes opened wide. Helen guided the angel face to her husband’s giant prick. “Suck his big black cock, slut, suck my husband, just like you did my son.” Terry eagerly gobbled the black meat into her sweet little mouth. The lovely redhead tickled his balls as she sucked his black cock. Sam’s cock exploded in her sucking mouth, cum oozed down her chin, he kept fucking her angel face and she licked his magnificent cock clean!

Before she could catch her breath, Helen pulled the pretty redhead’s face to her ample bosom and said, “Suck on my big black tits, make me feel real good, I let you have my son’s cock and my husband’s cock, so, now you owe me big time, do it bitch!” Terry’s angel face brushed over both breast and she puckered her red lips and kissed the black tits lovingly. She adoringly sucked the stiff nipples and moaned as she nursed on the huge tits. Helen gently pushed the redhead down. Terry kissed her way down to the smoldering volcano. The young wife nibbled on the thick pussy lips and sucked the erect clit feverishly. Helen held the redhead tight to her cunt as her volcano erupted in the young white wife’s mouth! Terry stuck three fingers in her own pussy as she too reached orgasm.

Terry was so engrossed in eating the delicious chocolate pie that she did not notice that they had an audience until she heard the applause. The startled white beauty smiled back at her enthusiastic audience and blushed. Helen held her face in the palms of her black hands and said, “You are the most beautiful creature on this planet! Ever since I first saw you,I have fantasized about what it would be like to have your lovely face buried in my hot black cunt! You know what my angel, you have exceeded my wildest fantasy. In my wildest imagination, nothing compares to the reality of you! Terry, you are my special angel!”

Helen’s daughters approached them and Helen asked the girls what they wanted. They said that their pussies were filled with Bob’s cum and wanted to know if Terry would lick it out. Helen stared lovingly at Terry and said, “Angel, why don’t you give my little girl’s a treat and eat them out the same way you did me, and you will get to taste your husband’s cum mixed with the girl’s sweet juices! Terry was pushed on her back and the black girls took turns fucking her angel face. Then Sam poked her with his big black woman pleaser, and shot a load up her stretched cunt. Heather, Kathy and mom were ordered to eat the redhead’s delicious cunt. They feverishly devoured the red- haired cunt in a wild feeding frenzy. After multiple orgasms the sweet-sensuous redhead sat up and watched Heather lick her sopping cunt, Helen held the ravishing redhead in her strong black arms and lovingly ran her long black fingers through Terry’s hair.

Terry glanced around the room and saw Bob on the floor on his back, one black sister rode his cock and the other sat on his face. Sam was stuffing his long salami up Heather’s mom’s ass! Deshawn and his brothers were filling all of Kathy’s cavities. The erotic scene fueled Terry’s lust and she arrived at another quaking orgasm on Heather’s sucking lips. Helen told the luscious redhead that she was going to make sure her daughters kept Bob busy; that way she could spend more time with Terry. “I have never felt so much desire as I do for you. Just seeing your angel face in my black pussy and having you look up at me with those big green eyes is enough to make me cum! I love you!”

“Good, because I love your delicious chocolate pussy! Mmnnn, Scrumptious!”

Heather lifted her head from the sopping red-haired pussy and pouted, “What about me? Don’t you want me anymore?”

Terry lovingly looked into Heather’s blue eyes and said, “Yes, baby, we do want you. In fact, why don’t you bring your little blond pussy up here and let me return the favor? You have given me so much pleasure; please let me try to make you feel good too. Come sit on my face, fuck it hard and coat my face with your cum and pussy juice!” Heather excitedly straddled the beautiful face and rode vigorously to the state of sublime ecstasy!

Helen told Terry, “My, my, girl you are so nasty, I’m so very proud of you! It is time for me to show you just how much that you mean to me.” Helen kneeled and put her mouth on the sweet pink pussy and brought the redhead to a shattering orgasm as Heather moaned and groaned to a climax on Terry’s angel face. On a special night a very special bond was formed.