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It had been a long day at my new job as a receptionist for Angelino Cosmetics. A long day in a week of long days after my husband had been laid off from his high paying job at General Motors. Word had it that the lay-off was only temporary, and would last no longer than it took to retool the plant for the new models. But with us living from paycheck to paycheck of late after building our new home, we both agreed –he grudgingly– that I should go to work while he did the finishing work on our new house. I think he learned to love the idea of me working once he found out that I had to dress up for my new job as around home I mostly wear jeans, and a loose fitting blouse, or a flannel night shirt that comes down around my ankles.

“”Holy shit, Jill! You look hot!” Were the first words out of his mouth when I joined him for breakfast that first day I went to work. “Are those panty hose, or are you wearing a garter belt?” ”

“”Wouldn’t you like to know,” I responded accepting an offered cup of coffee from his shaking hands. ”

“”How am I supposed to work around the house now thinking of you dressed up like that all day?” ”

“”David, it’s just a power suit with a frilly blouse.” ”

“”And high heels, and God, you look HOT! Never heard of a skirt being a part of a power suit, and isn’t it kinda short?” ”

“”It’s appropriate, and for women a skirt is optional, but the boss insists on it.” ”

“”Hmmm, maybe she’s a lezzy.” ”

“”Oh brother,”" I groaned, and headed out the door without even commenting on that outrageous thought. After all, the real Angelino was a man, though I worked for his wife, the real power behind the name. And she was hardly a lesbian, even if she was something of a testy, and demanding bitch at times as I quickly learned that first day.

Putting down my gear, and suit jacket in the foyer, I headed for the kitchen through the living room. I’d heard the TV blaring the baseball game from the moment I’d entered the front door, but I was brought up short when I saw that David had company. A long time friend of David’s, Monty also worked at GM, and was laid off as well. Monty had been on David’s football team back in high school, but unlike David, he still worked out regularly. David knew that I’d had a real fantasy life about his friend, and former teammate back when we were in Jefferson Davis High School, but as Monty was black, and we were now married there was hardly any chance of anything developing between us. Or at least so I had thought.

I grabbed some orange juice from the fridge, and then came through the dinning room to join them still dressed in my power suit sans the jacket. It was only then that I remembered that I had put on the demi bra that morning at David’s request, and that it basically was a quarter cup bra that didn’t cover my nipples though it did support my heavy breasts. I’d also noted then that my power suit skirt felt much shorter than the others.

I was immediately aware of Monty’s eyes on my chest, and David’s smirk as he pretended to be interested in the 11-0 game on TV at the same time. I knew then that David had set this all up, including his whining to get me into this particular bra, and the nearly see through plain satin white blouse that had kept my nipples hard all day under my jacket. Not to mention all of the stares I’d been getting all day every time that I sat down behind my desk as there was no front to it. People had been looking up my skirt all day evidently, and that explained why he had set out the matching white satin garter belt, and transparent white thong panties for me to wear to work. And oh how those dark brown predatory eyes of Monty turned their attention lower when I sat down to join them with my orange juice. I could almost feel his dark thoughts caressing my bare white thighs above the smoky black, seamed Christian Dior stocking tops as he tried to see further up under my shortest work skirt.

To be truthful, I’d felt extremely sexy in this get up all day at work. After all on the outside I was modestly covered, and appropriately dressed in my business attire. Yet underneath I was dressed in my smuttiest under garments, things I truly only wore for David’s visual stimulation in preparation for some hot erotic loving. But it wasn’t until I sat down and became aware of Monty’s intense scrutiny that I began to moisten my panties with an overwhelming sexual heat that suddenly boiled between my loins. And seeing the evident bulge growing in Monty, and David’s groins only heightened my awareness of how much they both enjoyed the view.

“So, what’s the score, David?” My double entendre meant more to make him get off the pot, or not. But he didn’t answer right away as if thinking over what he wanted to do now that the time had come.

“Well, the game is 11-0, but you…”

“Who cares about the game,” Monty interrupted, “Girl you look good enough to eat in that outfit.”

I’m sure that I blushed, but what I wasn’t sure of was what David had in mind. He was avoiding eye contact for the most part, almost as if he had a sense of guilt, or some secret plan mapped out. His only comment so far had been neutral up to where it had been stepped over by Monty. It was almost as if Monty had some kind of control that I wasn’t aware of. So I decided to make a move of my own.

“You guys want another beer?” I asked, getting up out of the comfortable chair across from the couch they were seated in.

“I know I would, how about you David?”

“Yeah, sure, and why not do a strip tease while you’re at it?”

“David!?”

“Hey, you’re the one always saying that you’d love a little taste of dark meat. Well here’s your chance, slut.”

It wasn’t until that moment that I realized that David was drunk out of his gourd, or damn near to it. Something had taken place here before I came home, and maybe even before I’d gone to work this morning that had caused David to drink so much. And I had a good idea that Monty was the cause.

“Listen Jill,” Monty said, as David passed out, “forget the beers, I think you need to sit down between us so that we can discuss things.”

“What things?” I held my ground. I liked Monty, but there was a part of me that also feared the muscular brut.

“Well, David’s been crying in his beer all day to me about how it’s a shame such a sexy woman as yourself has to work so damn hard to make half of what he made to support your family.”

“And what business is it of yours?”

“Well,” he hesitated, almost blushing, “I have this little proposition that might help you two out.”

“Oh?”

“Do you know what an Escort Service is?”

“Isn’t that when women dress up all smutty, and get paid to go out on a date with guys? I seem to remember that we called them a high priced sure thing back in college.”

“You could look at it that way I suppose,” he stood up then and came over to stand like the SEARS Tower in front of me. How I managed not to gasp seeing that long snake bulging in his trousers right in front of my eyes is beyond me.

“Is there any other way to look at it?” I asked, almost panting like some bitch in heat as my submissive nature kicked in big time, and yet still trying desperately not to show it.

“Cut the crap, slut,” he said, “we both know David set this up because your hot for some of this,” and he actually grabbed his middle leg for emphasis, “and he’s a bubble off of plumb to offer you up to me so that he could watch.”

His arrogance would normally have had me dialing 911 by this time, but he was absolutely correct. And Monty must have known already from David how much I like being degraded by that Slut comment. Obviously David, and Monty hadn’t just been drinking all day. David must have told him everything about me for Monty to be this self-assured. Even to the point of giving him the green light to make a move on me. The only problem was, David was passed out cold, and couldn’t disagree at the last moment. So enrobed in my own thoughts was I that I hadn’t realized that Monty was fondling my breasts through my blouse this whole time, nor that my nipples were now rubber eraser hard with excitement. Our fascination with each other was suddenly interrupted by David’s little snorting snores on the couch.

“And it looks like he’s gonna miss our little get acquainted party,” Monty said, and pulled me tight into him with his hands on my rump bringing his mouth down to mine.

I can’t say that he was a better kisser than my David, but he damn near made me choke when his tongue tickled my tonsils. I didn’t resist him, nor did I have any inclination to do so. It’s not everyday that a husband sets you up to have sex with his friend, and a black friend at that. My panties were already soaking wet in anticipation. So there was no way that I was going to turn this down. Even if it did mean that David would brand me as a slut afterwards. What the hell, most men are born sluts, so to my way of thinking I was just acting like a guy would in the same situation. To show Monty that I was fair game I reached down between his legs, and almost fainted when I felt how thick his love muscle really was through his pants.

Monty hadn’t been idle through that kiss either as I found my blouse unbuttoned, my skirt bunched up around my waist, and his hands on my butt, and vagina when we broke away for a breath. His fingers slipped under my panties to delve within my cleft had me panting like some bitch in heat as his lips suckled at my breasts. I felt as if there was a bare copper wire linked between my pussy, and my nipples, and that an electrical current of prickly sexual heat was running wildly back and forth to melt in between. I could actually feel goose pimples running up the backs of my legs, and the short hairs on my forearms were acting like tuning forks. It was almost as if I were a radio, or boom box, and Monty was adjusting me to the right channel, his.

The scent of my heat soon permeated the very air that we breathed as his fingers did their dance, and his thick lips smothered me in his kisses. I could barely even stand without his help so afloat was I in a euphoria of temporal sensuality. His every touch all centered on my various erotic zones was like a ship working on radar, saturating my perception of time and space to the point of overload. Working my flesh with a precision that had me gasping for breath Monty soon had me flat on my back on the floor; my legs spread wide open, and his head between my thighs. The chilled air-conditioned air caressing my bare slit made me wonder where my panties had gone for a brief moment. But that devilishly long elegant tongue of his had me writhing, and wriggling out of my control in less time than it takes to tell this.

It was almost as if I were an automaton, and Monty had only to push the right buttons to make my body do his every biding. My mind shrieking in a soundless void as the first of many orgasms exploded within my body from that magical tongue. My hips rising to smash at his face trying to capture that illusive tongue as it drilled a hole in my soul, and did the fire dance in the hallowed folds of my pussy. My legs lifting to snake around his neck behind his back as I tried desperately to hold onto every surge of sexual heat exploding deep inside of me. And all through this I felt Monty’s hands squeezing my breasts roughly, keeping my nipples hard, and holding my mind on the edge of sanity.

A quick glance in David’s direction found him still snoring peacefully. Having my husband in the same room as another man ravished me added so much more to the experience than I would have expected. Even passed out as he was it was almost like he was there as a witness to judge my shameless conduct. As though he were condemning me for acting like a slut with his black friend without even knowing it. And I loved him all the more for arranging this for me to experience. Even if I was somewhat doubtful about allowing Monty to turn me into some kind of personal escort service of his own.

It was then, as I was catching my breath, still gasping from my last group of multiple orgasms, that Monty’s dark silhouette rose up naked, and crawled around until he was inverted over top of me on his hands and knees. That thick love muscle, throbbing with a life all its own over my face as a tear of enthusiasm leaked from the little slit in the head to drop on the tip of my nose, and permanently stained my flesh forever. My own tongue coming out to lick at the precum made me tingle from head to toe at my whorish behavior. The taste not dissimilar to David’s was all the more wonderfully wicked just for being another man’s scum and not my husband’s. My hands reaching up to pull that black cock to my mouth so that I could suck it gave me such a thrill that my whole body trembled in anticipation.

With both of my hands guiding that cock to my lips there was still enough uncovered so that I could suck on the head while jerking the rest up and down in my hands. Almost a third bigger than David’s it was the biggest cock I’d ever seen in my life. I could barely take a little more than the head into my mouth, and knew that I would never be able to deep throat it without choking to death. In fact it was so intimidating there before my eyes that I wondered how on Earth it was ever going to fit into my pussy. But Monty’s tongue, hands, and lips were doing everything they could to persuade me into trying nonetheless, and had my hips wriggling in wanton abandonment already.

A skillful lover, Monty didn’t try to force more cock into my mouth than I wanted to accept. And truthfully, his every touch, even his motivation was centered mostly on my enjoyment of this intimacy. It was almost as if he were my own personal gigolo, a man whore paid to please my every sexual whim, and want. His hands caressing, and squeezing my butt cheeks, insinuating a finger into my tight nether ring as his tongue continued to taunt my pussy at the same time. My clit was on fire, sparking with an electrical charge of its own as my slit wept with excitement, and an uncontrollable itch deep inside of me. And I pulled his cock out of my mouth to plead to him.

“Oh God! Please Monty! I need your cock in me now!”

Like a trained seal Monty swiveled around until we were face to face with him overtop of me between my widely spread legs. It was only now, with my cunt boiling over like a lava flow that I looked into those dark brown eyes to see an intelligence with impish proclivities, and a near bestial hunger. And oh fuck, how that hunger was aimed straight at me!

“You ever been with a black man before?” Monty whispered, and when I shook my head in the negative; “Don’t worry, I’ll take it easy this first time until your body gets use to me. Just relax as much as you can.”

“Please…” I whimpered just before his fingers on my lips hushed me.

It was then that I felt his cock rub up the full length of my slit then slide along my clit causing me to moan uncontrollably. And then it slipped back down until I could feel the head pressing against my lower lips. Monty lowered his head to my chest, and took my right nipple into his mouth while at the same time carefully pushing the head of his dick into my slit. I gasped as he nipped at my nipple drawing my attention away from the instant pain of having my pussy pried open, and suddenly stretched to the max. Almost like somebody had shoved a fist up my cunt. But then he stopped to allow my body to get accustomed with just the head of his prick inside of my fuck funnel.

The pain subsided as I forced myself to relax, and think mainly about having a black man’s cock in my married white pussy for the first time. That got the juices flowing once again, and so I lifted my arms and legs up, and crossed them behind his back to help pull more of him into me. Slowly, but steadily Monty pushed more, and more of his cock into my well-lubricated passage. His dick eventually entering virgin territory, and going almost two full inches past where David had ever gone until his black balls settled up gently against my tight white ass.

“Oh God!” I groaned. “No more! Please! I can’t take any more!”

“No sweat, baby,” he crooned in my left ear; “That’s all there is.”

I could hardly believe it. I was still in most of my work clothes there on my living room floor, my husband snoring peacefully on the couch nearby while a big black cock slowly began to fuck in, and out of my wet white slit. My body was already undulating in response to Monty’s cock, and both my clit, and my nipples were on fire with an almost unscratchable itch. As I said; Almost, because that massive black sausage was giving me the ride, and the stretching of my life. I could almost feel the veins of his prick as my pussy rippled like a pebble disturbed quiet pond all around that wonderful cock. My mind rocketing as if stoned as my body sizzled towards an explosion of epic proportions.

“Harder!” I groaned as he lifted my legs up over his shoulders. “Faster! Oh fuck! Fuck me Monty! Fuck me with your big dick, you black bastard! Oh yeah! I love it! Yeah!”

It felt like his cock was knocking at the entrance to my womb as Monty banged me harder than most three men could. And the strange pleasure/pain that ran through me as that black cock of his mangled, and warped out my pussy was like being a star going super nova. A star in the African constellation called the Southern Cross being bred like a rare young Pegasus filly for the very first time. I had so damn much cock in me that I was half certain that I was sucking on that cock as it fucked me blind in my pussy at the same time. Okay, maybe that’s a slight exaggeration, but that cock didn’t feel like any normal exaggeration, and that’s a fact. Imagine, if you will, being tied up in your own limbs bent like a pretzel, and watching a huge black trip-hammer pounding into your groin less than a foot away, and you’ll get some idea of what I was going through at that moment. Add to that that I was fast approaching a galaxy busting orgasm, and you’ll understand why my mouth is overloading on an adrenalin high just from remembering it all.

And speaking of memories, what is hard to forget is that, during this whole time that Monty was fucking me like some runaway locomotive, his mouth was making love to my breasts. Sucking, biting, licking, nipping, waffling back and forth between them leaving a trail of sucker bites, and electric thrills that had me clawing at his back the whole time. And I still had on the demi-bra, and blouse, not to mention the skirt rolled up around my waist, and the garter belt, and the smoky black nylon stockings that were starting to run. I felt like such a dirty tramp that to be called a slut at that moment would have been a step up in the world.

It was at this point that I was overwhelmed as I crashed headlong into the most fantastic multiple orgasm of the century. Made all the more powerful by the fact that I caught David wide-awake slouching on the couch with his cock in hand jerking off furiously as his friend fucked me into serious 7th heaven. But I think it was the smile I turned his way that caused him to cum all over the front of himself right along with me just before I passed out.

I have no idea how long I was away, but when reality once again returned I felt a great cramping in my bowels. I knew even before I opened my eyes that I was still on my back, though more comfortably so, and that I had a cock fucking slowly in and out between my widely spread thighs. However what I didn’t realize until I was staring up at David was that I was lying atop of Monty, and that cramped feeling was due to having his black cock stuck up my poor little asshole. It was probably better that I had been unconscious when they’d maneuvered me into this position as the pain of taking that big of a cock up my ass would have given me a heart attack. And too, after the way Monty had stretched my cunt out already I probably wouldn’t have been able to feel David’s cock fucking me at all without that cock in my ass now.

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Daya returned and set up the camera on a tripod. Sunny had her focus on Mrs. Acton who started her prepared speech. “My name is a Denise Acton. I am a stuck up, racist Bitch who needs to know the pleasure of a good dark cock. Today, I am this man’s slut and will do whatever he says.”

Sunny was naked as well by this time. He turned Denise toward him and pushed her down to her knees. “Suck my cock, slut.”

Daya angled the camera down to catch the action. Denise took hold of Sunny’s hard cock, stroking and licking it. Daya nearly dropped the camera when she saw the size of it. She felt herself getting wet at the thought of it between her legs.

Sunny looked at Mrs. Acton worshipping his cock. She had a worried look because of its size but finally got the courage to put it in her mouth. Her teeth pushed in against him and her hand gripped too tight. Sunny pulled her head off. “Don’t you know how to suck a cock, you cunt?”

She shook her head with a look of fear in her eyes. Sunny sighed. “Why does that not surprise me? Daya, do you know how to suck a cock?”

“YES!” Daya exclaimed, sounding more eager than she had meant to let on.

“Come here and show her how then.”

Daya rushed to Sunny and dropped to her knees. She sucked his cock into her mouth managing to get a good six inches of it in at first. Her hands took care of the rest. “”She didn’t lie.”" Sunny thought. “”She’s great.”"

He enjoyed her so much he almost forgot about Mrs. Acton who was feeling left out and jealous. “I said show her, Daya.”

“Oh . . .Sorry,” Daya apologized. She then showed Mrs. Acton how to hold him, how much pressure to use, how to stimulate him with your teeth without hurting him, proper breathing. Sunny was impressed with the lesson. When Mrs. Acton resumed her blow job, things were much better. Daya’s lessons had been “hands on” so he was just about ready to blow. He got Daya to zoom the camera in as he blew his load on Mrs. Acton’s face. She looked up at him smiling expectantly.

“That was a good first time, you white whore,” he told her and she beamed. “Now let’s go to your bedroom. Daya, bring the camera.”

They rushed upstairs and found the master bedroom. It sported a king-sized canopied bed. Sunny had Mrs. Acton lie at the edge holding her legs spread as wide as she could.

“Tell me what you want, slut.” Sunny ordered.

“I want to feel your big cock in me.”

“You sure you want to be fucked by an Indian cock?”

“Yes, please Sir, give it to me.”

Sunny turned back toward the camera and winked. Then he walked up and shoved his cock into her, getting several inches in.

“Oh . . . My . . .Goddddddd!” she screamed at the invasion. Sunny was used to this. There were few cocks as big as his and he usually stretched the hell out of any girl he fucked. He grabbed her hips and rammed himself deeper into her with each stroke. “Oh God . . .Oh God . . .Oh God!” was all she could say from then on. Her face was contorted by both pain and pleasure, with pleasure rapidly overtaking pain.

Sunny looked down at her and could see the beautiful woman she had once been. He watched her buck her hips up to meet his. He felt her slick, glistening body as she perspired. He smelled her musky odour. She was sexy once again. “Fuck me!” she cried out. “I’ll be your slut, your whore, just fuck MEEEEEE!” He would cum soon if he kept this up but he wasn’t ready for that yet.

“Daya!” he called. She rushed up to him as quick as she could. “Does Mrs. Acton treat you well?”

“She is a . . .fair employer, Mr. Gupta.”

“Call me, Sunny. Now if you wan to get my cock in you then you better answer all my questions honestly. Does she treat you well?’

“She’s a Bitch, Sunny.”

“Would you like her to make it up to you somehow?”

“Yes, I’d love that, Sunny.”

“Strip and sit on the bed.”

Daya was almost instantly naked. Sunny noted that she didn’t shave her bush either. When she sat on the edge of the bed, Sunny yanked Mrs. Acton off of it. He held her up to the camera and spoke. “To make up for years . . .years?” he said turning to Daya.

“Years,” Daya confirmed.

“For years of being a Bitch to Daya, Mrs. Acton will now lick her to orgasm.”

Mrs. Acton’s eyes went wide and Sunny was happy to catch it on film. As she opened her mouth to protest, he grabbed her by the back of her neck and shoved her face down between Daya’s legs. “Lick her,” he ordered. “And make sure you do a good job of it.”

Daya’s vengeful smile disappeared quickly as Mrs. Acton’s tongue went to work and became a look of lust. Her hands stroked the woman’s head and she cooed. Sunny was happy that she was happy, but he wasn’t through with Mrs. Acton yet. He propped her up so she was leaning into Daya’s cunt and then shoved his cock back into her. He heard her scream and Daya’s eyes went wide momentarily. His cock made her do something that Daya liked. Then he fucked the Bitch. He fucked her hard and without mercy. He spanked her ass and made sure the camera got a good shot of it.

“Fuck her good!” Daya called out. “It’s making her lick better! She’s gonna . . . gonna . . .make me . . .CUMMMMMMM!”

Daya pushed Mrs. Acton’s head into her lap while bringing her hips up. “Holy Fuck!” she exclaimed. Sunny renewed his efforts and Daya’s eyes almost popped out as Mrs. Acton reacted to the onslaught. Sunny was enjoying Mrs. Acton’s cunt, but the vision of Daya was what was really driving him to orgasm. He had to pull out because he didn’t want to cum in her. He wanted to cum in Daya.

He tore Mrs. Acton off of Daya’s pussy and yanked Daya off the bed. Repositioning the camera, he pushed Daya up against a wall. He lifted her up then lowered carefully onto his cock after which he braced her against the wall. He loved the feel of Daya’s plump body against his. He suckled her tits while slowly pumping in and out of her. Her big ass was soft and luscious in his hands.

“What about me?” Mrs. Acton asked.

“Come lick my hairy ass, slut,” Sunny told her. She got on her knees behind him and did as she was told. As Sunny and Daya picked up the pace, it became harder for her to effectively do her job, but she kept at it.

Daya was moaning loudly by this point. She held Sunny affectionately and kissed him, sucking his tongue. “Oh God, Sunny, you’re huge!” she gasped.

“I know,” he smiled and gave her a few good rams.

“Oh God, I’m cumming . . .A . . .GAAAAAAAAIN! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

Sunny couldn’t hold on any longer. His balls contracted and his cock swelled up. Daya couldn’t believe he could get any bigger and came again as he emptied himself into her pussy. They held each other and kissed like lovers until Sunny had to tell Mrs. Acton to stop licking his ass.

“Can I call you?” he asked Daya.

“You better,” she giggled.

Sunny gently lowered her to the floor, then turned and grabbed Mrs. Acton. He brought up to the camera again and made sure she spoke to it, not him. “Did you have a good time, slut?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Have you ever been fucked like that before?”

“No, Sir.”

“What are you?”

“A horny white Bitch.”

“And what’s your favourite kind of cock, Bitch?

“Indian cock.”

“When can I fuck you again?”

“Now, please,” she begged.

“I’m leaving now. When else?”

“Anytime you want.”

“I’ve got your number. When I call, you will do whatever I tell you. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir. Please call soon, Sir.”

“We’ll see.”

Sunny knelt and lifted Mrs. Acton’s head by the chin to look at her. His face was almost touching hers. Thinking he was going to kiss her, she closed her eyes and opened her mouth slightly. He thickened his accent and said “Tank you, come again.” Letting her chin go, he stood and wiped his cock off on her face.

Sunny popped open the camera. It had a DVD in it. “”Good”,” he thought, “”Easier to transfer”.”

He left Mrs. Acton in her room, noticing that she started playing with herself as he left. He gave Daya another kiss at the front door. As he drove off he realized that he wasn’t sure if Mrs. Acton came or not during all that. He chuckled. “Who the fuck even cares?”

–

Donald lifted his head up from the microscope. “,”That can’t be right,”" he thought. “”This changes everything.”"

He prepped for another test. He already had what he knew was the correct formula, but his tests were showing that it was all but useless commercially, possibly even dangerous. He’d be working long into the night. He had to be sure there was no other way to make it work and somehow he’d have to see if his theory was right on the side effect.

–

Mariko went to the grocery store before returning home, hoping the bags of groceries would make it obvious to Kazumi why she wasn’t in bed when he woke up. She just hoped that he wouldn’t notice the sexy outfit. When she entered the apartment, Kazumi was gone. A note on the counter told her that he had gone golfing and to have dinner ready for six.

She couldn’t believe it. She spent the night out with another man (and woman) and her husband didn’t even notice. He must have assumed she went shopping or something. She looked at the groceries now sitting on the counter. She “DID” go shopping, just afterwards.

After unpacking everything, she just flopped onto the couch. She’d need a shower soon, but she was still trying to figure out just what exactly had happened last night. She went to Donald’s with the idea of fucking him, but his friend Tyson was there instead. The man’s personality was hypnotic. She couldn’t believe how badly he made her want him. There were couple times when he made her do things she didn’t really want to but, in the end, she was glad that he did.

That was the most amazing night of her life, sexually speaking. She had never been fucked like that. She had never had so many orgasms. She would never have believed that the touch of another woman could be so erotic. The question was: “How could she get more?” Donald’s entrance had caused everyone to scatter to the wind. She, Tyson and Carol didn’t say a thing to each other on the way down in the elevator. She still wondered vaguely what Donald would be like, but she knew for certain that she wanted to be with Tyson again. She shook her head. A black man. Wanting to be with a white man was taboo enough in her family, but a black man? Her Mother would disown her if she found out. If she told her Mom she did it with a black man and a white woman, her Mom would probably have a stroke right there.

Mariko reached down and felt her pussy. She was wet again. She wanted to be with them again. She wanted Tyson inside her again. The image of having both Tyson and Donald standing naked in front of her made her bury her fingers into her pussy. “”What a horny little slut I’ve become! I should feel guilty. I do feel guilty, but I love it, too. How do I contact them? I don’t even know their last names!”"

Then she remembered some of the pillow talk she had with Carol. “”Are shower heads really that much fun?”" she wondered. So, she headed to the bathroom to find out.

–

His friends called Kevin the skinny, fat guy. This was because he was pretty much a stick figure with skinny arms and legs and flat chest, but he had a beer belly and a protruding ass. It was OK to be the skinny, skinny guy. He was just thin all around. It was OK to be the fat, fat guy for the inverse reason. To be the skinny, fat guy was to be the butt of yet more jokes.

Kevin didn’t understand why his friends were so hard on him. He made the most money. He had the nicest house. He was the first to lose his virginity. He once even had a girlfriend! Of course, he never actually slept with her in the eight months they dated, but he showed her how much he appreciated her by buying her anything she wanted. He even let her stay when he found out she was cheating on him, twice. She eventually dumped him, telling him he was pushing for sex too soon. He wouldn’t push the next one so hard. Nevertheless, Kevin had done pretty much everything before or better than his friends and yet most of the ribbing seemed to be centered on him. They should look up to him. Now it was up to him to once again outdo one of them. He was going to fuck his mother just as Donald had done, but he was going to do it better.

Getting the E was easy enough. Now, he just had to figure out how to slip it to his mom. When he got home the place was quiet. He had missed her. It was Sunday. She’d be at the club most of the day.

He returned to the guest room. The bed was still a mess and the faint odour of sex lingered. His mind flashed back to last night and the performance his mother had given. He couldn’t wait until she did that with him. He lay down on the bed when Donald had been and tried to imagine the view of his mother riding his cock. Opened his pants, he pulled out his cock and wanked off to the images. “”She’ll love my cock so much more,”" he thought, admiring his length. Kevin was a good eight inches long. Unfortunately, he wasn’t much thicker than a pencil. He didn’t think that mattered though. Women were always talking about length. In the stories he read, all of the guys had nine to twelve inch cocks. Kevin knew he wasn’t that big, but he had heard that four inches was average, so he was confident in his manhood.

As Kevin slipped into his favourite fantasy of fucking his mom while the scent of her sex floated around him, the maid entered the room to clean it up. Della was a slim black girl in her thirties. She was African with large lips and titties that seemed to push out toward her arms for some reason. She wore her hair braided with beads. Kevin had wondered what she’d be like in bed. She seemed to sense that and shied away from him. When she saw him jacking off, she nearly dropped the clean sheets she was carrying. Her first instinct was to run out but she caught a glimpse of Kevin’s cock. It held her there. “”How could a cock be so long and so thin?”" she wondered. “”Could you even feel it?”"

Della had never been attracted to Kevin. He seemed somehow skinny and fat at the same time. His sandy blonde hair was already showing signs of thinning. His nose was too long and his eyes were shifty. The most unattractive thing was that he was full of himself for no reason that she could think of. Looking at him jacking off, however, she suddenly got the urge to touch his cock. She wondered about the feel of it, both in her hands and in her pussy.

Finally, she put the sheets down and walked over to the bed. Kevin’s eyes shot opened and he quickly tried to cover himself up. “It’s OK,” she soothed him. “I’m not gonna say anything. I’m gonna help you, Kevin.” She gently placed a hand on his cock. Kevin moved his own hands away and she started to jack him off.

“Holy shit, Della,” Kevin gasped.

“Just relax,” she said. “I’m gonna take care of this.”

Kevin didn’t relax though. His hands went straight out and grabbed her tits. Della felt like she was being mauled but she wanted to please Kevin so much she’d let him do anything.

“Do you want me to undress?” she asked

“Yes! Please yes!” he blurted out.

She got up and began a sultry strip tease, but Kevin was having none of that. He sat up and undid her top as fast as possible. When her tits were exposed, he sucked and squeezed them. She winced when he bit them.

“You should strip too,” she told him. He stopped and looked around the room as if waiting for someone to suddenly pop out. After a few seconds, he pulled his pants down. Della took him in her mouth. The wonderful thing she found about his skinny cock was that it was easy to deep-throat. Kevin enjoyed that discovery as well. It wasn’t long before Kevin exploded in her mouth. Della was an experienced cock sucker and swallowed it all without difficulty. Kevin didn’t soften much when she was done, so she climbed into bed next to him so he could spoon her. Raising her leg she reached back and pulled his cock to her pussy. Kevin pushed up against her. He reached around to grab her tits and pulled himself in closer.

Della felt him slide in. She wiggled her ass and pushed back. He “WAS” really long! Kevin’s cock slid in and out of her. She left herself go in the feel of him. One hand reached back and pulled him to her by the ass. The other hand slipped in to her bush and played with her clit. Kevin was just amazed that this girl was fucking him. It was the first sex he hadn’t paid for. Her tits felt amazing and her pussy was so slick and wet. He pumped as best he could lying sideways, but his cock was so long it made things a bit difficult.

Della was building toward an orgasm. She wanted Kevin to get there with her so she encouraged him. “Come on baby . . .You feel so good . . .Cum in my pussy . . .Let me feel you . . .You’re so fuckin’ good!”

Kevin was on a major high. The hookers had always told him stuff like that, but hearing it from Della just confirmed that they weren’t lying. He really was that good. It wasn’t long before his rhythm started to falter. Della felt it happen and tried to restore it with her ass and her hand on his ass. She was almost there. If he fucked this up, shed kill him.

Kevin managed to pull back far enough for a big thrust. It was enough to start his orgasm. He followed up with several small pumps. Della’s orgasm hit her just in time. “Jesus! Yessssssss!” she called out as it washed over her. She let Kevin calm down and relaxed in the moment. Seconds later she wandered what the hell she was doing. She hated Kevin. Why did she just let him fuck her?

Jumping out of bed, she grabbed her clothes and ran out of the room. She was going to have to quit. She couldn’t face him again after this. She just cost herself a great job because she got a little horny . . .A lot horny actually. Why did she want to fuck him so bad? Whatever the feeling was, it just evaporated.

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Tyson lay on his floor, still tied to his chair, in the dark. His efforts to free himself had failed and the sun had long since set. His pants were soaked with piss and there was a little puddle leaking out from his crotch. He was starving now. He hoped that Kara hadn’t forgotten about him. All he could do was try to get some sleep.