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Whitemailed Ch. 01

By: Stardog Champion



"SHIT," Caroline Jarrett spat out loud when her left tennis shoe clipped the coffee table in the middle of her claustrophobic living room.

"At least you didn't do it with your sandals on like the other day," she chided herself, trying to rub the pain from her foot as she fought the overwhelming urge to kick over the 4-legged nuisance in front of her. "You lived in the same house for 19 years...and now... you have to get use to moving around in this Goddamn bandbox...you should have at least made sure the walls were padded before you signed the lease."

19 years in the same house, 24 years in the same marriage, both numbers that conjure up images of consistency and permanence.

"This... is... just... fucking...crazy," Caroline let out a long sigh before collapsing down on the sofa.

Resting her feet on the same table she had almost toppled to the floor a moment earlier, Caroline allowed the quiet surroundings her to slowly calm her frazzled nerves.

"Nice life you've made for yourself, Darling," she mocked, mentally surveying the fallout of her current lot in life for the 12 millionth time since the divorce. 

"You went from owning a 4 bedroom 3 bath house to this fucking third floor condo... just like that... just like that," the 44 year old mother of three spat, once again tempted to send the coffee table through the opposing wall.

"Man cheats on you for the last 10 years and you didn't have a clue...pretends to be the perfect Husband and as soon as your youngest kid turns 18 he springs the news that you've been living a lie for your entire adult life...said he didn't want to have the kids deal with it while they were growing up...you dropped out of college your Sophomore year for the Bastard when he knocked you up... you did the right thing and married him and next thing you know...your pregnant again... and then again...3 kids in 4 years and any chance at having a career of your own... right down the toilet," Caroline's bitter mantra played like a broken record inside her head.

"Even when the kids got a little older and you wanted to go out and get a small part time job to help with the bills, build a hint of a resume and make some connections, he would say, 'Oh Honey...we're doing fine...' and you would always say... 'Alright,'... so when he walked into the kitchen a year and a half ago... three weeks after your Daughter turned 18 and casually lays the divorce papers on the counter while youre fixing dinner and says he's found someone else...what in the Hell are you supposed to do? "

"No college degree...No job experience...No child support and not even a penny of alimony because of that fucked up male judge...not that I want a penny of that Motherfucker's money... just what in the Hell was I supposed to do!"

Just as her sobs of frustration and hurt were about to bubble to the surface however, Caroline looked up to the three decade old picture of her now deceased parents on the wall. Gaining enough strength from their smiling faces looking down on her to ward off those tears of failure she so wanted to cry, Caroline bit her lower lip and reminded herself just how strong and resiliant they had raised her to be.

Born in 1959, just as the nation's racial disharmony was coming to a head, Caroline often reminded herself how charmed of a life she had been blessed with growing up. Reared in a middle class home in the suburbs of Chicago, unlike many of her friends from childhood, she was never at a loss for quality role models at home.

Watching the craziness of the Sixties unfold nightly on the family's black and white tv as a small child, Caroline inherantly knew being a black person in America could be a daunting task as she grew into adulthood. In many ways however, she had been sheltered from the worst of the hardships. Growing up in a house where both her Mother and Father had good jobs with the Chicago school system, poverty was never an issue and opportunity seemed to abound.

The third of five kids, Caroline learned how to fight for everything she earned, whether it was at the dinner table or in the classroom. A steller student, Caroline had been accepted by several major colleges before deciding to stay close to home and attend the University Of Loyola. It was there, two months into her Freshman year at a fraternity party, she crossed paths with a 22 year old Senior by the name of Steven Jarrett.

Wanting to keep Caroline's focus squarely on her academics while she was growing up, her parents were loathe to the idea of her dating seriously as a teenager. Her virginity intact when she went off to college, Caroline intended to keep it that way until she met the man she was going to marry. And that's exactly what she did, only it occurred much quicker than she could have imagined.

Initially, Caroline thought she could handle playing with fire. Men, especially the upperclassmen were all over her from the day she stepped foot on campus. Of all the guys she encountered however, she found herself smitten with Steven from the word go.

While she had committed herself not to be the easy lay that so many of her fellow college friends had been, Caroline couldn't shake the feeling that there was something special between her and the soon to graduate Senior hunk.

Her virginity taken a few weeks before Christmas of '77 in Steven's bed, Caroline had made the bold step of bringing her new boyfriend around to visit her family for the Holidays. By the time he was about to graduate the following Spring and had landed a job at one of Chicago's major architectural firms, Caroline had fallen hard and completely for him.

When Steven offered Caroline the chance to move into his new apartment, despite her parent's adamant objections, she quickly jumped at the chance. Less than three months after that, barely into her second year of college, Caroline missed her first period. Two months later she was married and expecting, and her schooling had become an unfortunate afterthought.

Not that she regretted a moment spent with her children, being there everyday to both send them off to school and then welcome them home, Caroline took great pride that all three had developed into fine young adults and that each of them were in line to get the diploma she never had a chance to. But with all three now grown and out of the nest, and no longer having a Husband to attend to, Caroline was left, at the relatively young age of 44, with no real sense of identity or purpose.

Doing the best she could to pick up the pieces of her shattered life, Caroline enrolled herself in a series of computer and networking classes at a local business college. While she had given up the hope of getting an MBA and maybe running her own Fortune 500 company, she still felt there was enough time, and gas left in her tank, to make a dent somehow in the world despite the personal quagmire she had found herself in after the divorce.

While taking those initial computer courses, Caroline met a couple of other women in similar spots as hers and one of them had asked her to take an introduction to paralegal class so she would at least have someone she knew to study with. Caroline ended up taking to the course load so well she decided to get her paralegal certification and soon after landed an entry level position at the real estate law firm of Graham, Sisler and Probst.

The $28,000 a year she was hired at quickly jumped to $32,500 after an initial review. Not a lot of money for the urban environment she was living but more than enough for Caroline to get her feet underneath her and help rehabilitate her scarred self esteem.

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While the job at the law firm had been a good thing for Caroline, it was nothing compared to the joy 47 year old David Conrad Sisler derived from it. Fresh out of law school, Dave was hired as a lawyer at the firm at 25, gradually worked his way up the corporate food chain and was promoted to a full fledged partner in 1997.

Staring aimlessly out his 20th story office window one lazy late Fall afternoon, enjoying the first hint of a spectacular mid November sunset, Dave couldn't help but chuckle at just how good he had it.

The fact a 20-something secretary was stripped naked from the waist down and spread eagle with her chest pressed against the inside of the window as Dave rammed his cock into her from behind was simply icing on the cake for the recently divorced Father of two.

"What fucking mid-life crisis?" he laughed to himself, stealing a peek down at the way his slimy cock burrowed a nice sized hole into the squeezing grip of the girl's bubblegum pink pussy.

"Don't fool yourself you sick Sonofabitch," his conscience would quickly remind in such situations. "If you weren't the Boss here Dave... if you weren't making $400,000 a year... if you didn't take Katie... or Kathy... or...Kary or whatever her name is for a ride in your brand new Mustang last night... there's no way in the world she'd be grinding that sweet ass of hers back against your dick right now."

"So Fucking What," he would always counter his conscience with a wry laugh. "I am...I do... and I can!"

Usually getting nothing more than an occasional blowjob from a girl in the company's secretary pool, Dave had been so smitten when he saw the "K" girl's body in the tight, dark blue pinstripe miniskirt and blouse the day before, he couldn't resist seeing if the girl's round, heart shaped ass felt as good to the touch as it looked in the skirt.

At it with the K-girl for the better part of 15 minutes, Dave's balls finally erupted, sending several scalding wads of his milky white ejaculate into the pulsing chasm of the young girl's quim.

"That's it Baby...uggrhh... YESSSS," he groaned, bracing his feet on the floor as the lithe brunette convulsed between his plowing thrusts and the huge window in front of her.

Somewhat embarrassed he still couldn't quite remember the girl's exact name in that intimate and fleeting moment, Dave pulled back and allowed his battle weary cock to slip free from the secretary's frothy depths.

"That was great Mr. Sisler," the K-girl seductively cooed, the satisfaction that she had just shaken the foundations of her Boss clear in her voice.

"Yes it was...We'll definitely have to do this again," Dave sighed, quickly shifting from fuck mode back into his business mindset as he zipped his pants back up and adjusted his tie. "By the way... on your way out... send one of the paralegals to my office... I need to tie up some loose ends before a meeting Friday."

"OK," the glowing and still somewhat unsteady secretary agreed, standing beside Dave for just a moment after she had pulled her panties back up and collected her things as if she somehow was expecting a kiss goodbye.

Taking the hint soon after, the K-girl checked to make sure her outfit was on straight before swirling around on her heels and walking towards the door. Putting on her best poker face before leaving Dave's office, she clutched her laptop against her chest and returned to the main work floor.

Unable to resist stealing a peek at the same miniskirted behind he had just ravaged, as the dark haired secretary excused herself from his office, Dave smirked in re-affirmation of the company's decision to create a secretary pool rather than having one set girl for each partner and executive.

"Like a freaking sexual buffet... a never ending and eager flow of exciting opportunities," he laughed with a devilish and hearty sigh.

Truth be known, Dave was the only one at the company taking advantage of that particular perk. All of the other junior and senior partners were happily married and Dave was pretty sure none of them wanted to be paying what he was in alimony to the Ex-wife he had just left. 

"Leaves more pussy for me," he nonchalantly grinned before making his way to the thronelike office chair behind his desk.

Lowering himself gently into the seat, Dave began shuffling through the paperwork littering his desk as he waited for the paralegal he'd sent for to arrive. 

"God...your cock's still buzzing," he groaned before reaching down to massage his freshly fucked groin through his tailored business trousers.

Dave was still lazily kneading his throbbing joint under the desk when a middle aged black woman cautiously poked her head through the office door.

"Mr. Sisler?" the medium built and slightly nervous woman asked. "I'm Caroline Jarrett...one of the secretaries said you wanted to see a paralegal for a second?"

"Ah...ah...yes," Dave stammered, stumbling up from his chair to greet the well mannered woman standing in the doorway, thankful she showed no signs of noticing what he had been doing with his hand when she walked in.

"Come on in...Yes... I've seen you around the office," Dave said as he offered his hand for her to shake. "Several of the other partners have had nothing but good things to say about you, Ms. Jarrett."

"Oh...well...thank you," Caroline replied, caught off guard somewhat by Dave's initial kindness after hearing the rumors of what a jerk he could be.

Folding her legal pad under her left arm as she reached out to shake his right hand, Caroline walked across the carpeted floor as Dave invited her to have a seat.

It was a strange juxtaposition for Dave going from having the mindless sex with one of the firm's young secretaries to 15 minutes later having a serious legal discussion with one of the firm's older female employees. And it was a scene he found himself repeating with ever increasing frequency.

Dave had been smart enough to keep his sexual hi-jinxs restricted to the secretaries who seemed to come and go around the firm, making it a point not to dip his pen in the paralegal pool. Knowing their knowledge and expertise was harder to replace around the office, Dave didn't want to effect the company's bottom-line and he also knew their heightened understanding of the laws of the land made them more dangerous to deal with when it came to inappropriate sexual contact.

And besides, most of the secretaries were right out of school, in their early to mid 20's with a healthy and adventurous sexual appetite and a desire to impress with whatever attributes God may have provided them with. Many of the paralegals, on the other hand, were somewhat older, much more polished and had career skills that weren't easily replaced. Looking across the desk at Caroline, Dave found himself impressed with her preparation, demeanor and knowledge. He also saw a very warm, motherly and compassionate figure.

Not to say Dave wasn't somewhat sexually intrigued with Caroline as well. He remembered from reading her personnel file that she was only a few years younger than he and from inspecting her up close, saw she had aged quite nicely. From the gossip around the office, Dave also recalled that she had been recently divorced and was just trying to get her feet wet in the business world.

Reeling off several projects he thought Caroline would be able to help with during the course of their conversation, Dave found himself studying her smooth, light brown facial features and the way her noticeably ample breasts filled out the front of her tight black and white checkered blouse.

"Most of the women around here are just over grown and spoiled sorority brats... great fucks but a dime a dozen...Now this...this is a real woman, " Dave found himself thinking, his cock once again stirring in his pants as he allowed his eyes to roam over the unsuspecting employee.

Allowing his mind to wander as Caroline fought to keep up with her notes, Dave worked through the same lascivious routine he often did when he was alone with a woman. He mentally undressed her.

"Bet the Bitch would be a great fuck," he declared to himself before continuing with his verbal, work related stream of conscious.

"I've always wanted to fuck a black woman," Dave once again lost himself in his perverse daydreams several moments later when Caroline started jotting down her notes. "There've been some real hot pieces of ass downstairs lately...just haven't gotten around to any of them...and damn Dave...some of those black girls at the strip clubs... wouldn't mind nailing a few of them either...but this woman here...she looks like she could fuck the snot out of you!" 

"Pipe dream," he finally decided after a long internal debate, nonetheless intrigued by the definite contrast between the snotty brunette secretary he had just fucked to the middle aged polished black woman currently taking notes on the other side of the desk. 

"Good help's hard to find Big Fella...just let this one go!"

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About an hour after wrapping up his friendly and productive chat with Caroline, Dave found himself where he did many nights after work, killing a few beers and eating a light dinner at one of Chicago's more upscale strip clubs, in this case an establishment cleverly named Big Shoulders.

Watching the various girls prance and promenade across the stage, Dave chastised himself slightly for being able to remember the strippers' names better than he did some of his own employees.

" Diamond, Cassandra, Victoria, Renee, Mystique, Destiny...Destiny...Destiny...," Dave's voice rattled off the names inside his head until his gaze fell on the lone black girl on the stage.

"Destiny," he cooed once again between sips of Guinness.

Keeping his eyes glued on the wispy, tall and elegant mocha beauty, Dave lost himself watching her dance and sway across the stage as his memory briefly filtered back to his meeting with Caroline in his office.

"Bet that's what Caroline looked like when she was younger," Dave whimsically thought as the black stripper got close enough he could literally smell the hint of her feminine essence as she grinded her crotch above his smiling face.

Cracking open his wallet to reach for a few dollars to add to Destiny's G-string, Dave looked in and remembered he had stopped at the ATM earlier in the day and made a withdrawal for the upcoming weekend. 

"What else are you gonna spend it on?" he quipped, stealing another quick glance up to the stage to survey the bevy of sweaty ladies, waiting for Destiny to work her way back to where he was sitting again. 

Tapping his fingers anxiously on his wallet, his eyes fixated on the willowy black girl as she approached on her ungodly perilous stilettos, Dave reached for a $10 and wedged it between the baby-soft smooth skin of her hip and silver G-string.

"Do you do private dances?" Dave asked Destiny, hoping she could hear him over the dance music blaring from the club's speakers, making sure she could also see the nest of $20's burning a hole in his wallet.

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Secluded in the privacy of one of the club's VIP rooms, Dave reclined in the comfort of a velvet covered seat and smiled as the black stripper approached. His blood rushing violently through his veins as Destiny dropped to her knees in front of him, Dave stared down at her pretty face and shivered when she unzipped his pants.

An instant later Dave gas[ed when Destiny began to put her thick, berry red lips to good use.

"OH... YEAH... FUCK... SUCK MY DICK LITTLE GIRL," the middle aged man's voice rose through the dimly lit surroundings.

The only other sound in the room for the next several minutes, other than his heart pounding inside his chest, was the rhythmic slurping echo of Destiny's mouth slobbering up and down on his rigid cock.

"She's just a college girl trying to work her way through school I bet... Hell... in two years she might even be working for me," Dave laughed to himself, loving the thought that he was getting his dick sucked by one of the same girls who would most certainly be providing a similiar service to the litany of celebrities, pro athletes or entertainers who frequented the club when visiting Chicago.


Whitemailed Ch. 01



"Yes...Damn that's good you hot little black Bitch," Dave groaned without a hint of guilt, thankful now he had gotten his rocks off earlier with the secretary back at the office because he could now just sit back and thoroughly enjoy the fellatio Destiny was providing without worrying about another quick ejaculation.

Watching with pinpoint focus at the way the black girl's fleshy lips scoured up and down on his throbbing white stalk, Dave couldn't help but derive some lascivious pleasure knowing Destiny was ingesting the same cock that had been embedded inside another woman's pussy less than two hours earlier. Lost in his own fantasyland, Dave also found himself picturing the sexy, if not somewhat older, paralegal from the office in the same spot as the stripper on the floor.

Nearly 20 minutes into the private session, Dave's back and behind finally lurched up from the chair. His right hand braced on Destiny soft, bare shoulder, the scant amount of seed remaining in his bloated scrotum erupted into the girl's waiting mouth.

"EERGGHHAAGGHHHH," Dave groaned, trembling like a stick of butter on a hot skillet when Destiny snaked her long black fingers through the slot of his pants and milked his balls at the same time she pressed her lips all the way down to the base of his substantial manhood.

"Fucking Bitch is deepthroating me...without a problem" Dave marveled, trying to remember the last time any of the various women in his life accomplished the feat with such ease.

Twitching and letting out a sigh of resignation when Destiny gradually released the vacuum seal around his cock, Dave smiled to down to her as she rested between his feet and committed to memory the image of his cum dotting the smooth contours of her cheeks and lips.

"Here's an extra $20," Dave offered in a satisfied whisper to an appreciative Destiny before trying to lug his pulsing body off the chair.

"I've got to get me some more of this," Dave knew as he slipped his slippery dick back into his pants.

"Do you ever do any escorting on the side?" Dave found himself asking the entrepreneurial black girl at his feet. 

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A chilly mid November evening by the time Caroline left the office after her meeting with Dave Sisler, even though the cold wind bit at her flesh, she brimmed with radiant warmth as she made her way down the street to the employee parking garage.

"I can really do this... I can really make this work," Caroline beamed proudly to herself, lighting a victory cigarette after such a positive meeting with one of the Firm's senior partners.

"So what are you going to do for an encore?" she asked herself waiting for her car to warm up, for the first time in forever feeling invincible and capable of anything.

"How about the one thing you've been putting off for a few weeks then, Big Girl?" a mocking voice inside her head chirped.

"Oh... God... You know you have to get it out of the way at some point... figuring out how Steven and I are gonna handle Christmas with the kids in a few weeks, " Caroline breathed out loud, the awkwardness that comes with divorce when you have children once again gnawing at the inner lining of her stomach.

Knowing she'd probably not feel as calm, cool and collected as she did at that moment for quite awhile, Caroline sighed, took the last drag of her Kool and reached for her cellphone to call her Ex-Husband.

With her two sons and one daughter all absorbed in their own lives away at college, Caroline hoped to get the Christmas arrangements straight as soon as possible with Steven so they wouldn't have the contentious debacle as they had a year before, right after the divorce was finalized.

Armed with the left over adrenaline from her meeting with Dave Sisler, Caroline called her Ex and asked him if it would be alright to come over and discuss a few things. A few moments later, Caroline had pulled her car out of the parking garage and was making the 20 minute trek across town to Steven's new condo.

"You could have just settled things on the phone... you didn't have to say you wanted to come over," she told herself, now feeling butterflies beginning to bounce off each other in her belly as she sped through the late rush hour traffic.

"I just hope that Bitch of his isn't there... he said she wasn't... Last thing I'd want to do is make a scene," Caroline brazenly cracked, her voice sounding defiant even though she was still extremely sensitive to the fact that Steven had moved on quite nicely with his life while she could barely find a date after the divorce.

Thankful when she steered into the driveway that Steven's new Escalade was the only vehicle parked at the house, Caroline pulled up beside it and finished one last cigarette for courage.

"You ought to key the damn thing when you get out," she quipped, fighting the temptation to scratch a jagged pattern in the sparkling black skin of Steven's new ride.

"Just treat this just like a business meeting Caroline... be professional... stay on task... get in and then get out," she talked herself up behind the wheel of her car before making the final decision to get out and make her way up the walk.

Rolling her tongue around the inside of her mouth as the chilly evening breeze nipped at her moxy, Caroline reached out and pressed the doorbell.

Hearing the steady vibrations of Steven's footsteps as he neared the door, Caroline steeled herself for the first face to face meeting with her Ex in nearly six months.

"Hi Caroline...come on in, "Steven offered softly, the hint of his windswept cologne causing the stoic woman's knees to quiver ever so slightly as she walked past him and into the foyer of the spacious dwelling.

"All new furniture I see," Caroline immediately snipped, her angst noticeable as she scanned in vain for any hint of her and Steven's previous life.

"Talked to any of the kids lately?" she asked, trying both to keep the conversation flowing as well as not so subtly reminding her Ex Husband of the three living expressions of their decimated marriage.

"I haven't talked to any of the boys in a few weeks...both of them being out of state and all...I'm sure they're behaving... Tijuana stops by about once a week," Steven offered in return.

"Good," Caroline replied, even though she had to fight the urge to spit when she heard her only Daughter's name.

They had been so close while Tijuana was growing up. Two women in a house full of men, they had to stick together over the years to avoid drowning in a pool of testosterone. Gradually, as she grew into a teenager however, Tijuana started siding with her Father, especially in the months following the divorce.

"The fact she's driving around in that brand new sports car probably has something to do with it," Caroline inherently knew. "He can afford making the payments on it...and I cant."

"She doing OK?" Caroline asked with all the motherly concern she could muster.

"I guess," Steven replied. "Just busy with school and all... she says she's got a couple of waitress jobs and she's still trying to land a modeling gig or two on the side."

"Tips must be awful good for her to drive a brand new car like that," Caroline snidely cracked before watching Steven roll his eyes on cue.

"She's paying the payments... I'm just helping her with the insurance on it," he defensively rebuked, the tone of his voice clearly showing the last thing he wanted was an argument.

"Wine?" Steven offered, the double meaning of the word cleverly conveyed as he offered Caroline as glass.

"No thanks... I'm not staying long... had a long day...just want to get this out of the way and get home," she briskly replied.

"So the new job's going alright?" Steven asked between sips of the red wine he had poured for himself.

"Real good," Caroline quickly replied, thrilled to no end, and full of bravado, that she could answer that question so honestly after her afternoon meeting with Dave Sisler. "I'm working on a couple of mall projects with one of the senior partners...who knows maybe I could put in a good word for you when the buyers need to decide on an architect."

"That would be nice," Steven smiled with a warm mix of charm, sincerity and interest.

Human nature and habit are often strange and very convoluted things. As determined as Caroline might have been when she walked into Steven's new condo, with the sole intention of squaring away their Christmas plans, nearly 30 minutes had passed as the two sat there talking on the leather sofa in the center of the room, without that topic once coming up.

Biting the inside of her cheeks, allowing the sounds of the smooth jazz dripping from Steven's stereo speakers to gradually overtake her, Caroline had to fight the natural instinct to tap her blue high heel on the floor as the conversation flowed easily between them.

"Get out of here girl...Get out of here right now," a distant voice inside Caroline's swirling head warned as a foggy paralysis began to spread through her body.

"You look great Caroline...and you look happy," Steven said at just the right moment with just the right tone, keeping his entrancing dark eyes locked perfectly on hers.

"Th...thanks...Steven," she mumbled after a long and awkward pause.

"D...D...don't," Caroline wanted to mouth when she felt Steven's weight shift on the sofa. Before she could utter a breath however, her Ex-Husband's lips brushed like a gentle but insistent breeze against hers. 

"...No... No...," the last vestige of Caroline's inner determination begged as Steven's warm right hand caressed the inside of her bare thigh.

"This is... no Steven... stop it," she thought she had mumbled even though the words never left her throat.

In ways she would never be truly able to quantify, Caroline succumb to the whirling cesspool of self pity and sexual frustration boiling in her loins as Steven's tongue greedily slipped into her mouth.

"You slept next to the man every night for almost half your life... told him all your secrets and fears... swore your allegiance to him 'til death do you part and bore him three children...and you didn't think something like this might happen if you came over?" Caroline's conscience ruthlessly berated, hating herself more with each passing second eventhough the fingers she had entangled in the shoulder of Steven's sweater, in effect, pulled him down tighter on top of her.

"And you would've had to wear the shortest skirt you had today," Caroline's inner demons continued to grind away, thinking it was a good idea that morning to wear the tight fitting, above the knee number.

That thought drifted away however when she watched Steven's right hand disappear under the hem of the dress an instant before his fingertips brushed up against her best pair of lacy pink panties.

"AAHHHHH,' Caroline's Pavlovian moan whistled through the room as she melted under her Ex-Husband's forceful touch.

No words passed between the two as Steven jostled Caroline's body lower on the sofa. Closing her eyes when she felt his fingers twist under the elastic border of her panties, and glide through her puffy and slick vaginal slit, Caroline refused to see the look gloating satisfaction she was sure was etched across his face, content to wallow now in her own self loathing and lust as Steven did what he had done so many times to her over the previous 25 years.

Twisting her head so that her face was flush against the back of the couch, Caroline could feel her bare hips grinding on the smooth surface of the leather cushions below as Steven worked her dress up to her waist. The entire scene taking on a dreamlike quality in her self imposed darkness, Caroline's eyes suddenly shot open when she felt both of Steven's warm hands reach under her behind to steady her fleshy ass cheeks in his palms.

Holding her in his unflinching grip for several moments as he kissed and bit at Caroline's neck, Steven groaned his approval into her right ear before reaching for the fly of his pants.

"UUMMMM," the confused divorcee stammered, her breasts heaving up and down as she watched Steven calmly use his left hand to unzip his trousers.

"Oh God...Yes Steven," Caroline shamelessly blurted an instant later, her voice cracking with a mixture of guilt and relief when she saw her former Husband's dick majestically swing into view.

In the blink of an eye, Steven had positioned the left side of his torso between Caroline's legs and pressed his groin forward until his smooth, rock solid black phallus was bearing down on his Ex-Wife's swollen pubic mound.

"GGRRR... MMMMMMM...AAAHHHHHHHH," Caroline gurgled when she felt Steven's unforgiving erection slice open her long deprived cunt.

"You're like a Goddman alcoholic stealing a drink," Caroline's conscience taunted with razor sharp clarity and truth. "How in the Blue Hell will you be able to look at yourself in the mirror tomorrow?"

As much as she beat herself up internally however, it did nothing to shroud the fact that both her feet were raised high into the air, parted out to each side of her prone frame as Steven's thrusting groin drilled down on top of her.

"AAHHH... AAHH...MMMM...MMMM... OHHHH...YEAH," Steven's soulful voice filled the cavernous room as Caroline's long fingernails dug into the shoulders and back of his soft sweater.

"Fuck me Steven...Fuck me...Fuck me Baby... Please fuck me," the frantic divorcee muttered, her back and rear end depressing deeper into the cushions of the sofa each time Steven pounded his weight down on top of her.

The symbolic sensations of drowning in her own lurid will and weakness too much to fight, Caroline flailed her arms out to each side, in essence surrendering her body completely to Steven.

Casting one last guilty peek between her raised legs at the way Steven's pelvis crashed down on top of hers, Caroline felt a surging wave of shame and anger wash through her soul over how easily she had allowed her Ex-Husband to take control of her.

"He acts like he still owns you!" Caroline inner voice trailed away to silence as she accepted her fate.

Wincing wildly when Steven used his right hand to paw roughly at her bosom through her tight fitting work blouse, Caroline dropped one hand to the back of Steven's neck and the other to his powerful thigh, bracing herself the best she could as the Father of her three children intensely rammed his cock all the way into her pulsing and needy snatch.

Closing her eyes to escape the visual reality of it all, Caroline was left to wallow in the darkness as Steven's rhythmic and eager assault continued.

"MMMM...MMMMM... FUCK...AAAHHH," Caroline groaned repeatedly, her body nearly eclipsed now by Steven's as he relentlessly increased the velocity of his thrusts.

Her pussy no more than a pool of molten syrup encasing her Ex-Husband's stabbing prick, Caroline opened her mouth wide and blindly began gnawing at Steven's straining neck.

"Goddamn it Caroline...you wanna cum..." he grunted before taking another crude handful of Caroline's meaty breasts through her blouse. 

"You really wanna cum...huh...,' Steven prodded, never forgetting just how his wife of over 20 years reacted to his verbal prods just before release.

"THEN CUM," he barked down to her, holding her writhing mass securely in his hands before planting and twisting his dick like a sharp spade deep into Caroline's burning vaginal pit.

"OH GOD STEVEN...OH GOD STEVEN...OH MY GOD STEVEN," she bellowed like a woman gone mad, her crotch awkwardly and feverishly humping upwards against Steven's overpowering weight until her long and much needed orgasm tore every bit of strength from her numb and quivering flesh.

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Laying there underneath Steven, the moistness leaking from her pussy causing a damp and slick sheen between her ass and the sofa cushions below, Caroline hugged and kissed her Ex-Husband as if it had been the first time they had ever made love. Holding on to him as he carefully withdrew his still fully erect and bulging cock, a look of jealousy and guilt washed across Caroline's sweaty face when the head of Steven's manhood emerged from her swampy depths.

"The Sonofabitch didn't even cum," she whispered to herself. "He made you cum that easily and all he's dong now is staring down at you grinning... with his dick still hard!"

And through it all, other than a few well timed verbal jabs to push Caroline over the precipice of orgasm, Steven had barely spoken a word to his Ex-Wife the whole time he was freely ravaging her body. While they had been married for over 20 years and had made love several thousand times, what he had done this time however was to simply fuck her, just like she was some cheap slut he had picked up at a club and brought home to filet on the sofa. And Caroline knew it.

Sneaking the tip of his cock back inside the puckered folds of Caroline's buzzing and helpless vagina, Steven waited for when she least expected it, then shoved it's vein encased girth all the way back in.

"AAAHHHAAAHHHHH," Caroline's manic voice ricocheted through the room at the same time her hips and back lurched off the sofa to meet Steven's brutal and unexpected thrust.

Pulling his cock almost out again, Steven smiled arrogantly at the way Caroline's thighs, belly, arms and head trembled each time he teasingly threatened to stab his erect slab of granite back into her womb.

Leaning back when he sensed the tide of his own lust beginning to crest, Steven pulled his sloppy and moist erection free from Caroline's cunt and tapped it's meaty girth like a heavy lead pipe several times on top of his Ex's inflamed clit.

"Ga... Ga... Ga... GAWD...stop it and fuck me again...please Steven... fuck me again," a voice Caroline had no control over shamelessly begged, the void of Steven's removed phallus creating an overwhelming pit of emptiness inside of her. 

"Wanna go back to the bedroom?" Steven asked with the same softness he had used their first night together in college.

Her skirt still hiked all the way up around her waist and her blouse only half tucked in, Caroline simply nodded her head and tried her damndest to stand up, not fully appreciating the gravity of her moral weakness until she looked down and saw her pink panties in a ball on the floor beside the sofa. 

Trying to keep up with Steven as he strode confidently down the hall, Caroline stumbled several times before realizing she was walking with one dark blue pump on and one off. Kicking the remaining shoe haphazardly to the side to regain some semblance of equilibrium on her jellified legs, Caroline willingly followed her Ex-Husband back to his bedroom and to the fate that awaited her there.

Part 2 to follow 



Whitemailed Ch. 02



"Five minutes to Four in the Goddamn morning," Caroline spat when she turned the ignition of her car to start it, her voice hoarse from the previous seven hours she had just spent alone with her Ex-Husband.

"I gotta get home and at least try to get a few hours of sleep before work... " Caroline half dazedly muttered before stopping in mid breath when she saw the message light blinking on her charging cell phone.

"That can't be good," she groaned, not immediately recognizing the number on the display.

"Hi Caroline... this is Dave Sisler... from the office. Its about 8:30 or so... a couple of other things came to mind that I wanted to run by you. Don't worry about calling me back... if you can though... maybe try to get to the office an hour or so earlier in the morning... I think you can be a really big help to me on this project Caroline... thanks again and I'll see you in the at 7 maybe," her Boss' voice trailed off before the click that ended the call slapped her across her sleepy face.

"Shhh... iitttt," Caroline groggily hissed, her hope of getting at least a few hours of sleep and still being able to get to work on time, now dashed. 

"You could always go in late and say you didn't get the message," the fibbing part of Caroline's psyche offered even though she knew deep down she had a good thing going at the office and didn't want to mess up the goodwill she had already forged.

"And Besides... a long day at work will be a good thing... you'll need something to take your mind of what happened with Steven earlier tonight... because you know your gonna feel like crap as soon as these endorphins start wearing off... not to mention the guilt that's gonna come with it... "

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Somehow, Caroline had been able to drive herself home, sneaked in an hour's worth of shuteye, showered and got herself to work 15 minutes before Dave Sisler arrived at the office. Propped up by more coffee than any human should have rightly consumed in one day, Caroline had made it to 5 o'clock but as she headed to her car for the ride home that evening, she was mentally and physically spent.

Checking her cell phone for any new messages, Caroline for some explicable reason felt crestfallen when there wasn't anything from Steven on her answering service.

"What... like you thought he was gonna actually call you after last night?" her inner voice mocked. "He's your Ex-Husband and he just wanted a lay... wasn't that the same thing you wanted too... and now you feel guilty and mad that he didn't call?"

Deep down, Caroline knew how silly and useless that pining for Steven was and thankfully, with each passing day, Caroline was able to put the events of that illicit and ill-fated rendezvous with her Ex out of her mind. As the holidays approached however, Caroline was frequently reminded of her current situation. She was still single, still bitter, still poor and with the office Christmas party coming up the following weekend, she didn't have a clue who to find for a date.

Considering she was more than a little older than most of the single men at the Firm, not to mention, black and still new around the office, Caroline had no idea which way to turn until she arrived at the last dreaded option, a blind date.

Giving in and allowing a friend of hers from business school to fix her up with one of her cousins, Caroline didn't meet Larry until a day before the party. 

He turned out to be handsome enough, 41 and the divorced Father of two and upon seeing him in his tux and how good they looked on each other's arm, Caroline figured she could have done worse. Still, as the evening progressed, it became clear there just wasn't any chemistry between the two. The party itself was an ordeal, and Caroline was glad the open bar was free and Larry was driving.

The fact that so many of her co-workers were happily cavorting with their spouses or significant others, while she was forced to fake it with a man she barely even knew, made it that much more difficult.

The fact that Larry didn't want to dance made the time move even slower. Sharing a few polite trips out onto the dance floor with various men from the office, Caroline tried to be the best social butterfly she could as the bourbon slowly dulled her cares away. 

Doing the best she could to soak in the sights and scenery around her, Caroline gradually became drawn to the only other seemingly single person in the room, her boss, Dave Sisler. Having heard through the grapevine he had divorced before she began working at the Firm, Caroline couldn't help but notice how Dave seemed to share quite a number of dances with various girl's from the secretary pool.

"They're all just networking," she laughed to herself in between failed attempts to get Larry to take her out on the dance floor. "Besides... he's the only single Partner at the Firm... just look at the way all the other wives of the Bigwigs have their Husbands by the ear keeping them from dancing with any of the younger girls."

Just as she was watching Dave finish another quick dance with one of the other girls, their eyes suddenly locked. A few moments later, he had walked over and politely asked Caroline out onto the floor. Hesitant at first, not wanting to upset Larry, Caroline hemmed and hawed for a couple of seconds before nodding to her date and accepting her Boss' invitation out to the center of the floor.

"You do look beautiful tonight Caroline... your Boyfriend is certainly a lucky man," Dave complimented with real conviction as the two started to dance.

"Thank you," Caroline replied after spending a moment to organize her bourbon washed sense of balance.

"He's not my Boyfriend," she started to tell Dave before deciding it was too awkward and useless to explain her and Larry's arrangement.

Caroline self consciously seemed to feel everyone at the party's eyes train on her as she spun around the dance floor with her Boss, especially the sights of some of the secretaries Dave had danced with earlier in the evening.

"They almost look like their jealous," she laughed into her dance partner's ear.

"Let them," Dave cracked before whisking Caroline across the floor once again. 

"You really are a good dancer Caroline," Dave whispered softly into her ear. "Most of these younger girls can shake a grind just fine but they have no clue how to actually dance."

"Thank you... you're not too bad yourself," Caroline once again babbled, feeling dizzier by the moment as her bosom pressed against Dave Sisler's chest.

"He doesn't look too happy," Dave commented a few moments later, catching a quick glimpse over Caroline's shoulder, at her date through the crowd.

"Who?" Caroline asked.

"The guy your with... he looks kind of bored over there against the wall," Dave added.

"Oh... don't worry about him," Caroline's chirped, her inebriated conscience thrilled someone cared enough about her to get a little jealous for a change.

"Not a bad position to be in," she thought to herself. "Sharing a dance in one man's strong arms while another's getting jealous over you on the other side of the room."

Within a few moments, the last song was over and Dave and Caroline shared a brief hug before she walked back over to join Larry.

Walking through the throng of revelers, Caroline couldn't help but soak in the sexual vibe that was percolating through the room. Approaching her date, Caroline gave Larry a giddy and knowing smile as if to say the fun for the evening might not be completely over.

"You ready to go?" Caroline offered with more than a hint of tipsy suggestiveness.

"Yeah... I guess," Larry dryly replied, helping Caroline to the coat room before the two headed back out into the awful, Mid December cold.

Once back in the comfort and warmth of Larry's passenger seat, Caroline let out a long sigh of relief when the car finally turned on the main road home. Rolling down the window a few inches when she lit a cigarette, Caroline's spine shivered from the duel sensation of the nicotine kicking in as well as the cool rush of air against her clammy skin.

"I had a great time Larry," Caroline beamed between puffs of her Kool, extending her right leg all the way forward in the floor board until her evening dress hiked up enough so that her thick, well toned thigh was clearly visible to her date.

"Good," Larry replied distantly.

"You OK?" Caroline finally asked, sensing a tone in Larry's voice. 

His dick hardening in his pants at the way Caroline had her leg propped up and exposed, even though Larry could sense from the way Caroline was acting he could probably have his way with her when they got back to her place, like so many other times in his life, Larry allowed his mouth and his insecurities to screw things up.

"Do you always dance that close with your Boss?" Larry accusingly asked out of nowhere, taking Caroline by complete surprise.

"Wha... " was all the drunk woman in the passenger seat could muster.

"N... Nothing... its none of my business," Larry quickly added, immediately knowing he had turned over a rock he shouldn't have.

"Then why in the Hell did you bring it up?" Caroline incredulously spat. "I gave you every opportunity to get out there and dance with me and you said 'no' each time!"

"So... are you like trying to sleep your way to the top or something?" the man Caroline had known for all of two days sniped.

"WELL FUCK YOU," Caroline screamed, having to fight the urge to reach over and gauge the man's eyeballs out with her fingernails as he drove her home.

"I'm the one coming home with you ain't I?" Caroline tried to reason a few moments later which elicited nothing but more brooding silence from Larry.

"Act just like my fucking drunk Ex-Wife," Larry hissed under his breath about 20 seconds later, still loud enough though for his date to hear, which brought nothing but shock to Caroline, who had no clue, or care, that Larry's Ex had left him for her Boss several years earlier.

Thankfully, Larry took out his misplaced and ill-timed anger on the car's accelerator and the two were back at Caroline's apartment complex in less than 10 minutes. Sitting in the car as it idled, Caroline waited for a few moments before getting out in hopes Larry would say something to prove the last half hour was nothing more than a bad dream.

"Maybe I'll call you sometime," he finally offered, revving the engine several times to break up the uncomfortable silence after the words left his mouth.

"Fuckin' hope not," Caroline answered before getting out and slamming the car door hard.

Fishing her keys out of her purse, the radiating heat of anger in her cheeks sure to evaporate any tears that dared fall from her eyes, Caroline made her way up the steps to her third floor apartment. Fighting to get the key into the series of locks guarding her door with her drunken and shaky grip, once inside Caroline groaned loudly before kicking her heels across the room.

Closing the door quickly behind her and collapsing against its supportive frame, Caroline didn't know whether to laugh or cry from how the night had turned out.

"Fucking sucks to be single," she spat before dropping her woozy body down on the sofa.

Rubbing at both her sore feet for a few moments, Caroline looked over at the clock and a brief sparkle glimmered in her eyes.

"It's only 11:35," she thought out loud. "Bet Steven hasn't gone to bed yet... "

"Don't even think about it Caroline," another voice quickly and thankfully interrupted. "The only thing you need right now is some sleep!"

There alone and motionless on the sofa, Caroline was left to fight all the demons that had so doggedly haunted her.

"I can't sit here and listen to this," she finally screeched out loud, pulling herself up from the sofa as her tightly bound breasts half spilled over the top of her dress.

"Thank God I've got tomorrow to sleep this off... I know I'm gonna feel like shit in the morning," Caroline inherently knew as she staggered down the hallway towards her bedroom.

Standing at the foot of the bed in the dark, having missed twice trying to turn the light switch on as she walked through the doorway, Caroline's head bobbed between her shoulders from the combination of inebriation and fatigue. Reaching down to blindly try lifting her dress up her body and over her head, she was forced to take a seat on the mattress before falling sideways on top of the comforter at the foot of the bed.

"GGRRRHHH," Caroline groaned as she tried to right herself, finally getting the tight sequined gown all the way off.

Catching her breath for a moment before continuing, Caroline then reached around her back and unclasped the duel snaps of her bra. A second later, both her full, matronly breasts were freed and bounced like a pair of dark, robust melons against her chest.

"God... that's better," she sighed in relief before folding the bra straps all the way over shoulders.

Raising her hands to her bosom, Caroline clumsily pinched and kneaded the chocolate brown orbs in attempt to get the feeling back in them after they spent the entire evening in such binding constraints.

"Every-fucking-body else at that party is probably getting laid right now... Well everybody but Larry and that's his own Goddamn fault," Caroline drunkenly giggled before her bitter malaise kicked back in.

Nothing left on her body but her lacy white, French cut panties, Caroline rested her weary body on the edge of the bed before making her first attempt to lift her left feet off the floor so she could begin sliding down her underwear.

"You're too old to be wearing things like these, Caroline," she chided herself, remembering the look of 'these must be a gift for your Daughter' on the clerk's face at the boutique when she bought them for the party, just in case something had happened afterwards.

The vague hint of her arousal slowly crept upwards as Caroline worked her panties off and dropped them to the floor.

"I can't even give this damn pussy away!" she chuckled with a mix of anger and emptiness that only humor could conceal before she collapsed backwards on the center of the bed.

"Just go to sleep Baby... just go to sleep" Caroline told herself several times even though her right hand kept brushing at the dense tangle of pubic hair between her legs and the still slick and buttery slit that it hid.

Laying there in the dark, her head spinning as she stared up at the ceiling, Caroline tenderly rolled her fingers side to side around the outer rim of her pussy until her index finger slipped inside the puckered folds.

"OHHH," she sheepishly squealed under her breath. 

"Dont do this, Caroline," a guilty voice in her head scolded.

Having grown up in a nice, conservative Christian home, masturbation was a topic, and an act, completely foreign to Caroline until she went away to college. Even then, meeting up with Steven so soon after enrolling, having a man whose sexual appetite was as healthy as his, the need to gratify herself never was an issue. Even after he had started sewing his oats elsewhere during their marriage, Steven still had enough left in the tank to satisfy Caroline the one or two times a week that she had grown use to.

Upon becoming single however, between the inability to find quality dates in the pool of available men and situations like she just had with Larry when she did find a date, Caroline gradually came to discover the joys, albeit guilty ones, of self gratification. So it was with great reluctance she added two more fingers to the one already inside her brimming quim at the same time she began rotating her thumb over the spiked nub of her clitoris.

"DAMN," Caroline huskily gasped, her body slithering on top of the sheets as she clamped her hand tight inside her swollen cunt with her powerful thighs.

Her glassy eyes half slitted open, Caroline could feel electrical pulses bombarding her brain each time she stabbed her fingertips through the oily sheath of her womb. Twisting her head to the side, Caroline caught a glimpse of the phone and the alarm clock sitting on the stand next to the bed.

"I bet he's still up," a needy voice inside of her murmured. "It's only 7 little digits."

"No... we won't be doing that... I don't care how drunk you are," the last vestige of Caroline's strength decided even though she pressed her fingers deeper inside her vagina when her mind fixated for the moment on her Ex-Husband.

Thrashing to the side until she had done a complete 180 on the bed, Caroline found herself flat on her belly with her hand still compressed on top of her fuming slit.

"God... these sheets are going to get filthy," she thought for just an instant before beginning to hump her crotch up and down on her painfully arched hand and wrist.

Raising her ass into the air slightly so that her crotch was a few inches off the bed, Caroline created a better angle to swipe her fingers through the stoked furnace between her legs.

"Let's get this over with quick," she seethed, desperate to get what little consolation from the evening she could before she collapsed and finally fell asleep.

Trying her best to conjure the quickest image to help her cum, Caroline was left with one bad option after another. Her first inclination was to think about her date for the night. The way that the evening had ended left such a vile taste in her mouth however, Caroline briskly slapped at her pussy trying to put Larry out of her mind.

Her next option, while more erotic and certain to get her off, wasn't at all healthy. Allowing her mind to slip back to Steven, as it always did in times of weakness, Caroline slowed the motions of her hand just enough until it felt like her pressed together fingers were a real cock jabbing at her cunt.

"Oh God that feel's good," she groaned as her fingers scissored through the damp, musky folds of her sex.

Knowing she could get herself off relatively quickly to the thought of her Ex, Caroline angrily fought that temptation until another equally perverse vision filtered into the fibers of her mind. Increasing the speed of the thrusts inside her pussy once again, images seemed to entangle behind Caroline's rapidly fluttering eyelids until she yelped out loud at the vivid memory of dancing in the arms of her Boss, earlier in the evening.

Her drunk and flimsy legs unable to support her writhing frame, Caroline felt her knees give way until her belly had collapsed once again on the covers below. Disorientated, Caroline kept her fingers wedged inside her cunt even though her legs were fishtailing steadily lower on the mattress. Spreading her feet apart as she grinded down towards one of the diagonal corners of the bed, Caroline blindly slapped and spun her fingers through her dripping wet pussy.

The tips of her toes tapping the floor as she franticly humped her own hand, Caroline could literally feel her rapidly building orgasm igniting inside of her.

"YESSS... SSSSS... SSSS... YYYESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS," her voice crackled through the vacuum of silence in the bedroom, every bit of fatigue, desperation, angst and need she felt fusing together inside her body in a massive and debilitating release.

The explosive power of her orgasm was so intense, Caroline's feet pressed down on the floor just before her entire body shot backwards, as if possessed, until her momentum had slammed her back flush into the 6 foot tall post rising from the corner of the bed. Her spine snugly in line with the hand carved, antique post, Caroline bucked and writhed against its unforgiving presence until she had scrubbed and squeezed every last bit of accumulated lust from her spasming snatch.

Her back lowering against the bed's support when her legs finally gave out, Caroline drowsily pulled her fingers free from her distended labia and fell forward, face first into the ruffled sheets below and within a matter of minutes, was sound asleep.




Whitemailed Ch. 02



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Contrary to what Caroline had believed, she was not the only person to leave the office Christmas party without a sexual partner in tow.

In fact, as her Boss sped down the freeway, headed like a moth towards the bright lights of downtown at a little after 11 that night, he was all by his lonesome inside his cherry red Mustang. Not wanting to draw any undue attention to himself by leaving the party with any of his female employees, the only thing sitting on Dave Sisler's passenger seat was a pleasantly scented business card that the black stripper at Big Shoulders had gently tucked into his breast pocket after their brief but memorable visit in the club's VIP room several weeks earlier.

As a Christmas gift to himself, Dave decided to use the Saturday night after the Firm's Christmas party as his own private yuletide celebration. After setting up the details with Destiny earlier in the week, Dave had come to the conclusion during the phone call to the young black girl that if he was going to spring for one escort for the night, he might as well make it a double. 

"It ain't like I have to worry about getting the Wife anything for Christmas this year... I might as well spend a little more on myself... I'll just make it a threesome... I'll fuck them both... get my rocks off and then just sit back and see what they can find to do with each other... It's amazing what $600 will buy you these days," Dave jovially thought, knowing it would be an excruciating wait until Saturday night finally came.

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Picking up Destiny first, Dave walked around the car to open the door for her, literally salivating as he watched the way the shapely black girl's legs folded into the passenger seat. Closing the door behind her, Dave couldn't resist casting all the minglers in the parking lot a shit-eating grin as he glided back over to get behind the wheel.

"So... you really don't mind doing this threesome?" Dave asked the stunning beauty beside him as he backed out of the parking space and made his way out onto the road to pick up date number two at a club a few blocks away.

"Not at all," Destiny sighed softly, elegantly rubbing her long fingers over the leather interior of Dave's new car.

By the time he arrived at the second club, Dave could feel the blood tingling in his toes when he pulled up and saw the nearly 6 foot tall, fiery redhead standing there waiting for him. Making eye contact with Sheila through the dim haze of the parking lot, Dave watched attentively as Destiny opened the door and got out to allow Sheila to slip into the backseat. 

Stealing a quick glance over to Destiny to gauge her reaction as Sheila slipped into the cramped backseat, Dave's inflating prick jerked even more when he saw the black girl's eyes widen as she stared in the rearview mirror.

"You know her?" he asked, thinking two girls in the same line of work, peddling their trade in such close proximity might have crossed paths.

"No," Destiny answered after a brief pause, her eyes seeming to swim in their sockets as she sized up Sheila through the mirror.

"Sheila... this is Destiny... Destiny... Sheila," Dave introduced the girls to one another, his dick now steel as he wheeled the car back out on the main road to make the short trip to the Hilton. 

Doing his best to maintain a level of chit-chat as he navigated the few blocks to the hotel, Dave didn't know whether to curse or praise the surprisingly heavy, late night traffic. 

While he was desperate to get to the hotel and get the girls behind closed doors, he knew he had them both for the night and it was kind of cool to see the expressions he got from the people in other cars each time he pulled up to a stoplight and they looked in to see him riding with a pair of stunningly attractive women. 

The time it took to get to the hotel also gave Dave a chance to visually access Sheila and Destiny and play over in his mind what he'd do with them when they finally got to the room. While both girls were easily half his age, Dave marveled at just how poised and put together they seemed.

"Girls weren't built like that when I was their age," Dave noted.

Stealing another peek over to Destiny when he pulled his car up to a stoplight, Dave felt his spine shiver when he focused on the tiny diamond stud in the black girl's left nostril, remembering how it looked several weeks earlier, flaring back and forth each time she breathed through her nose, while she was on her knees giving him a blowjob in the backroom of the club.

Allowing his eyes to drift up to the mirror to look at Sheila before the light turned green, his fist tightened on the steering wheel watching the way Sheila's exquisite bosom spilled over the top of her from fitting, red blouse and the way her ungodly long, porcelain legs intertwined in the backseat.

"So... have you ever done anything like this before?" Dave asked Sheila without turning his head.

"A few times," the voluptuous dancer answered honestly." But never with anyone I didn't know." 

Sheila's response, obviously aimed at Destiny, caused the black girl to twist in her seat, showing a twinge of nervousness for just a brief instant before a hush fell over all three when the sight of the hotel rising into the night sky came into view.

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Having reserved the room earlier in the day, Dave had also put a bottle of champagne in the refrigerator for evening's festivities. Once had had parked and helped the girls out of the car, without the worry of checking in, Dave proudly escorted the two through the main lobby, to the main elevator for the trip up to the 6th floor. Looking like a man preparing to walk into a lottery office to cash in the winning jackpot numbers, Dave reached for his room key and swiped it through the reader.

"After you," he politely offered before slipping inside and closing the door behind him.

"I got a room with two beds," Dave quipped once inside. "Hopefully the maid will only have to change one set of sheets in the morning... well unless things really get out of hand."

Walking briskly over to the fridge to get the chilled champagne, Dave popped the cork and made a brief toast after filling each of the girls' glasses. Reaching into his pocket once Sheila and Destiny had taken a few sips of the cheap champagne (he had planned on buying some Christal for the occasion but decided against it when he realized a bottle of it would cost more than both dates put together), Dave took out six crisp $100 bills and slipped three to each of the girls.

The formalities out of the way, Dave gallantly paced around the room, like a drunk and eager tiger exploring his cage, and then sighed as if to say, "Where do we start?"

"Tell you what," Dave spoke up. "I could hold your champagne if you two want to start undressing each other?"

Taking both half empty glasses into his hands, Dave sat on the bed and reclined his back against the fluffy pillows as Destiny and Sheila stared somewhat curiously at each other. The world suddenly slowing down around him, Dave fought to focus his concentration on the two women at the foot of the bed as they cautiously approached one another.

"God... you are a little drunk," he thought to himself between sips of bubbly. "I hope I'm able to remember the rest of this in the morning!"

Lazily rubbing at the crotch of his pants with his free hand, Dave felt his nestled erection surge mightily when Destiny reached out and locked hands with Sheila. Stroking his girth through his trousers as the two women pulled closer, Dave couldn't get over how striking the contrast of their skin looked as their bodies pressed together. An instant later, Sheila leaned forward and caressed her full, pouty lips directly on top of Destiny's.

"Yeesss," Dave hissed under his breath, able to clearly hear the two women's wet lips slurping over each others.

Scooting backwards on the bed to get a better view of Sheila and Destiny's tender embrace, Dave blindly fumbled with the button of his pants until he was finally able to free his straining cock. Rubbing his fingertips over the warm, smooth skin of his swaying penis, Dave watched Destiny's hands wrap securely around Sheila's waist as she forced her tongue deep into the redhead's eager mouth. Pumping his dick slowly, Dave jerked forward from the pillows when he saw Sheila drop down to her knees and slip both her hands underneath Destiny's tan miniskirt. 

Drool forming on his lower lip, Dave increased the speed of his masturbatory thrusts when Sheila began rolling the lacy, white fabric of Destiny's g-string down her trim, mocha colored thighs. Inching forward, Dave was close enough to reach out and touch the two girls when Destiny stepped out of her panties.

"I don't know how much of this I can take," Dave wondered to himself, his head growing dizzier from the combination of alcohol in his system and the utter sexual potency of what he was witnessing.

Still perched on her knees at Destiny's feet, Sheila raised her hands into the air and pulled the black girl's halter top over her perky breasts before rolling it down the length of her belly. Easing her left hand under Destiny's skirt once again, Sheila caused her female companion's legs to lurch and quiver when she brushed her fingertips across Destiny's bare pussy.

"That's it," the redheaded Amazon cooed up to the trembling girl above, keeping her left hand softly wedged between Destiny's legs at the same time she used her right to cup and massage the two tender orbs with her palm and fingers.

Rotating her middle finger deep into Destiny's cunt, Sheila sadistically corkscrewed her left wrist until Destiny's body was vibrating in front of her. Adding her index finger to Destiny's molten vaginal pool, Sheila lowered her free hand from the black stripper's bosom and placed it at the hem of her tight mini skirt. Jerking the front of the tan skirt upwards, Sheila revealed the glistening, bald fissure she was thrusting her fingers into.

"You want to fuck her?" Sheila spat over her shoulder, knowing Dave was jacking off on the bed from the unmistakable sound of his palm slapping against the spit soaked girth of his cock.

"Yes," she heard the older man moan weakly.

"Hear that Destiny?" Sheila looked up to the writhing girl above and asked. "Why don't we go over to the bed so you can spike that pussy right down on top of his dick."

Maintaining the friction of her own digits inside Destiny's buttery quim, Sheila leaned forward and pressed her lips directly into the black girl's flowering pink fruit.

"AAHHHHMMMMMMGGRRAAAHHH," Destiny grimaced, her long fingernails digging into Sheila's curly red hair as she teetered against the kneeling woman's face.

"GODDAMN," the black stripper belched out a hoarse whisper, her breasts bouncing wildly against her chest as she allowed another woman to fondle, finger and taste her pussy for the first time.

Stealing a peek over to Dave jacking off on the bed, Destiny had to fight the severe and growing urge to cum inside of Sheila's gnawing mouth.

"Yeah... I wanna fuck him," Destiny growled, wincing slightly as she pulled away from Sheila's velvet oral grip. 

Desperate to refill her cunt as quickly as possible, Destiny crawled onto the bed and straddled her client's groin, positioning her painfully buzzing crotch directly on top of Dave's jutting erection.

"OHMYGOD... OH... MY... GOD," Dave bellowed, the air rapidly rushing out of his lungs when he felt Destiny's slick and muscular cunt constrict and swallow the length of his rigid manhood.

Briefly rolling her gaze to Sheila, as the still fully dressed redhead took in the scene from her knees at the foot of the bed, Destiny smiled and wantonly bit her lower lip before pressing her knees all the way into the mattress. Rotating her hips, slowly at first, Destiny gradually built her rythem on top of Dave until the bed below began to strain and creak with life.

"OOHHH... OHHHH... OOHHHHH," Dave moaned repeatedly, bringing a nasty and satisfied smile to Destiny's lips each time she ground the back wall of her cervix into the spongy cockhead impaling her.

"You like that you Motherucker," Destiny taunted down to Dave as she rapidly increased the speed and ferocity of her pelvic thrusts.

"Geezus Girl," Sheila sighed admiringly up to Destiny, putting her elbows on the edge of the bed to get a closer look. "You move that ass just like those damn girls in the rap videos... look down at the way he's shaking underneath you... Sonofabitch won't be able to take much of that without cumming!"

Leaning down, Destiny dug her fingernails into Dave's chest as the older man gasped and cowered below. The audible friction of her pussy slicing up and down on Dave's appendage filling the room, the black stripper could sense from experience her client was on the verge of letting go.

"You better get up here and sit on his face or something," Destiny laughed over her shoulder to Sheila. "Bet when he cums he's gonna wakeup everyone in the Goddamn hotel."

Feeling Sheila's warm hand wrap around her collarbone, Destiny turned her head to the side and locked lips once again with her female companion. Kissing Sheila hard on the mouth, Destiny raised one of her hands up to Sheila's blouse and worked it enough to the side so that one of Sheila's snow white, freckled titties spilled free. Pinching the fully erect nipple between her fingers just like a slippery pink gumball, Destiny kept up the pace of her careening thrusts on top of Dave's groin, making sure he could see the way she was manipulating the taller white woman's exposed breast.

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Drowned out by the sound of the bed squeaking beneath him, the wordplay passing between Destiny and Sheila was sporadic and somewhat incoherent for Dave. What he was seeing however was clear and quite potent. His body contorting wildly beneath the grinding V of Destiny's parted thighs, Dave's insides fizzed at the sight of the girl on top of him pawing at Sheila's unsheathed breasts.

Caressing his grip firmly on each of Destiny's knees, Dave desperately tried lurching his groin upwards to meet the force of Destiny's powerful downward thrusts.

His eyeballs shimmying in their sockets from the way Destiny went massaging Sheila's bosom, Dave felt his nut beginning to boil deep inside his balls when the black stripper closed her mouth around Sheila's entire right areola. Straining the back of his head roughly into the pillow, Dave bowed his neck when he felt the reservoir of his lust give way. 

"Fuck... Fuck... FUCK... FUCK... FFUUCCKK," Dave's voice choked and rattled, his eyes straining to focus on Sheila as she pulled her titty free from Destiny's mouth and disappeared behind the black girl's back.

His asscheeks bouncing recklessly on the bed as his scalding semen worked its way up the shaft of his embedded cock, Dave's grip turned into a vice on top of Destiny's thighs when he saw Sheila's hands reach between Destiny's arms from behind. In a flash, all 10 of her fingers flared outwards then closed in a encompassing grip around each of black girl's swaying breasts.

"CU... CU... CU... CUMMMMINNNNNGGGGG," Dave maniacally spat, his head thrashing side to side as Destiny's cunt squeezed like a molten fist around his spasming wand. 

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For Destiny, the sensation of having a man brutally cum deep inside her womb wasn't all that unusual. Between the occasional tryst with one of the boys she went to college with or dabbling she did with the men she met at the club, her pussy had become quite use to the feeling of a cock springing a leak inside of it.

What really got to Destiny this time however, as Dave Sisler bucked and writhed below, was the soft, yet firm and insistent way Sheila lavished her from behind. Looking down at her chest as Sheila's palms and fingers kneaded the entire circumference of her breasts, Destiny collapsed backwards until her own shoulders were rubbing against Sheila's warm bosom.

Letting out a low moan of her own when Dave's cock began spewing inside her, Destiny gritted her teeth then yelped when she felt Sheila gently bite down on her left earlobe. The smell of her own sex still faintly noticeable on Sheila's lips and tongue as she swiped her mouth down the her neck, Destiny suddenly felt her own climax approaching.

Wincing and beginning to teeter on top of Dave when she felt his ejaculate splashing inside of her, Destiny cried out loud, clenching her fists into the sheet below when Sheila reached down and crudely snaked her index finger into Destiny's cunt. 

Sheila's finger savagely swabbing Destiny's womb at the same time Dave's cock continued to pulse and throb inside it, Destiny's eyes rolled back in her head and her temples seemed to implode when Sheila extended her thumb and jabbed it repeatedly over her blood filled clitoris.

"AAAAAHHHHH... MMMMMMM... AAAHHHHHHHHHFFUUCCCCCKKKKK... GGRRHHAAAHHHH... YYYEESSSSSSSSSSSS," Destiny seethed, her entire body looking as if a hotwire had been injected into her spine when Sheila used her fingers to sand and rake the throbbing marble of her clitoral bud.

The redhead's fingers acting like an eagle's talons over the entire depth and breadth of Destiny's vagina, Sheila kept up the vigorous pressure until Dave's spent cock had slipped all the way out. Her hand there to cup the moist mess that spilled from Destiny's cunt when Dave pulled free, Sheila collected the combined juices in her palm, holding the slick and frothy paste in her hand for the other two to see. Wiping the pungent and smoldering mess all over Dave's groin a few breaths later, Sheila then leaned down and tenderly kissed Destiny once again on the nape of the neck.

Her skeleton now mush between Dave below and Sheila behind her, Destiny openly wept as her orgasm rushed like a raging river through her body. When the explosions inside each of her nerve fibers finally began to subside, Destiny carefully reclined her head back until she could stare up at Sheila towering above. Closing her eyes in an exhausted show of appreciation for the release she had just been given, Destiny twisted her neck to the right and snuggled her lips over Sheila's breast, the tears on her cheek causing a visible sheen to smear the smooth white canvas of Sheila's chest. 

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Too numb and disorientated to move, Dave was unable to do anything but rest his back flat on the bed as Sheila helped Destiny dismount from his cock. A pulsing wave of light ricocheted through Dave's brain when Destiny's vaginal grip let go and Sheila reached forward and rubbed her soiled hand over his sore crotch.

"You got your money's worth... in spades," Dave knew, his body ravaged by the exquisite prowess Destiny had shown.

Still attempting to catch his breath, wondering if there was any gas left in the tank for another go around, Dave became transfixed at the graceful way the two women at the foot of the bed continued to cuddle, sensing what was happening between them was not in the script.

Part 3 is on the way...  



Whitemailed Ch. 03



The taste of Destiny's pussy still fresh on her tongue, Sheila reached down with her own stained hands and helped Destiny off Dave's crotch.

"You'd need a damn knife to cut the smell of sex in here," Sheila thought to herself, the only one of the three not to feel the joy of release yet that evening.

Sheila's tits hanging over the front of her yanked down blouse, the delicate white orbs bounced freely against Destiny's shoulder and midsection as she helped the spent black girl down on the bed.

"Just lay there and rest for a few seconds," Sheila softly offered, using her left hand to gently trace the outline of Destiny's still spasming cunt.

Pushing Destiny's thighs apart as the exhausted black girl reclined parallel to the bottom edge of the bed, Sheila lowered her face towards the sweltering aroma of Destiny's dripping sex. Knowing the young girl's clitoris was still too sensitive to touch, Sheila carefully caressed her lips against the trembling weight of Destiny's thighs before swiping her tongue in the arc of a rainbow back and forth over the cleanly shaven pussy in front of her.

Gently lowering her lips towards Destiny's cunt when she felt the black girl's hands nudging her downwards, Sheila extended her tongue and darted it back inside her half naked, black lover's simmering womb.

"AAAHHH," Destiny shrieked, at the same time digging all ten of her fingers into the mat of Sheila's thick and luxurious red hair.

Blindly raising her left hand up to Destiny's chest, Sheila fondled and pinched at the black girl's breasts while simultaneously cupping her right hand, in a shape of a V, around Destiny's vaginal folds to funnel the moisture which continued to seep from her depths. Pressing her mouth squarely down on the reamed pink oval, Sheila quickly created a suction on Destiny flooded cunt until what was left of Dave and Destiny's combined fluids were washing into her mouth.

The contents of the hotel room now a fuzzy haze, Destiny did her best to focus her gaze down the length of her smooth and well toned belly at Sheila's face tucked snugly between her legs and couldn't help but admire how the hungry redhead's cheeks looked just like a fish's gills breathing in and out as they ingested the frothy nectar from her cunt.

Once the train had stopped roaring inside Destiny's head and she was able to gradually gather herself after such a brutal release, she lazily lounged there on the bed and watched as Sheila swiped her tongue up and down the stretched width of her aching vagina. 

Her batteries recharged and suddenly eager for a taste of her own, Destiny reached down and took Sheila by the scruff of the neck. Pulling Sheila's slimy face slowly away from her crotch, Destiny was startled and aroused by the way the vaginal and seminal residue clung to her cheeks, nose, lips and chin just like an intricate pattern of thick, syrupy cobwebs.

Taking a deep breath, Destiny shifted onto her side before leaning forward. Coming face to face Sheila, Destiny caressed the redhead's neck and throat with her fingernails before pressing her lips roughly against Sheila's.

Flexing her fingers across the rippled contours of Sheila's abs, Destiny kept her lips locked on her partner's as she spun Sheila onto her back. Taking the dominant position above Sheila, Destiny snaked her tongue out of the stripper's mouth before quickly tracing it down the line of her jaw and jugular.

Clutching her left hand over Sheila's right shoulder as she towered over top of her, Destiny inched lower on the mattress, using her tongue like a wet brush, zigzagging a pattern across Sheila's freckled chest before finally clamping her mouth around the fleshy, ivory colored cylinder of her meaty left tit.

"SHHMMMMM," the prone woman hissed as Destiny's tongue circled and danced over the mass of her engulfed breast. 

Her mouth stuffed full of Sheila's bosom, Destiny slowly pulled her oral grip away from the saliva drenched breast, making sure she kept her front teeth tenderly tethered to Sheila's shamelessly aroused, grape sized nipple. Traipsing the fingers of her free hand down Sheila's flinching body, Destiny slid her fingertips over the crease of Sheila's pelvis before coming to grips with another woman's aroused pussy for the very first time.

"AAHHH," the 6 foot tall Amazon cringed and gasped when Destiny's probing digits found their way inside the outer rim of her vagina.

Jabbing at Sheila's snatch the same way she enjoyed toying with her own, Destiny gracefully twisted her wrist until both her index and middle fingers were buried knuckle deep inside the oozing vice between Sheila's legs.

Goosebumps spreading like wildfire across her skin from the way Sheila's body quivered each time she dabbed her fingers deeper into the mewing girl's womb, Destiny leaned forward and bit down on each of Sheila's protruding nipples before swiping her tongue down the redhead's torso and hips. Taking a deep breath, Destiny took one last look at the way Sheila's eyes rolled lazily in their sockets before she scooted her knees all the way to the floor.

The scent of the burning chasm between Sheila's legs intensifying with every inch her face neared her ultimate target, Destiny opened her mouth and extended her tongue, dropping the tip of it dead center just below Sheila's bellybutton before rolling it anxiously across the girl's waist and ultimately, her smoothly shaved crotch.

"OOHHHEEYYYYY," Sheila's voice rattled through the room when Destiny's heavy tongue slid marvelously over her erect clit.

Destiny's mouth now full of the musky and slick essence of Sheila's poon, Destiny removed the fingers of her right hand from the moist grip of Sheila's snatch and beckoned for Dave to hand her the glass of champagne she had earlier discarded. Taking the half empty glass in her slippery hand, Destiny took a quick sip to quench the palate before turning the glass upside down and spilling the rest of the fizzing liquid in a messy, splashing cascade over Sheila's entire crotch.

Darting her face back between Sheila's legs, Destiny inhaled the lurid combination of liquid arousal and champagne percolating through Sheila's vaginal folds. Opening her mouth wide, Destiny mashed her lips flush against Sheila's pussy and gouged the residue from the squirming redhead's sex the same way Sheila had done to her moments earlier.

"MY FUCKING GOD," the Amazon slut writhed, her soft white asscheeks grinding on the sheets in a pool of chilled champagne.

Jabbing two of her fingers deep into Sheila's snatch, Destiny stirred the ravenous contents of the quivering woman's cunt until more of the frothy mixture churned over her tongue and down her throat. Pushing Sheila's thighs further apart, Destiny scrubbed her puffy, lipstick smeared lips over the complete oval outline of Sheila's vagina until she could feel the ingested carnal stew warming her taste buds.

Sucking at Sheila's cunt like a kitten at a nipple, Destiny twisted her embedded fingers into the shape of a hook and gently ripped at the inner walls of Sheila's vagina until her crotch was gyrating crazily up against Destiny's chewing mouth.

Forced to fight for air as Sheila's pussy slapped continuously against her face, Destiny turned her head slightly to the side to take a deep breath and caught a glimpse of Sheila's lurching ass out of the corner of her eye.

Emboldened by the way Sheila's vaginal muscles viciously hugged at the fingers of her right hand, Destiny extended the index finger of her left and snaked it inside the crack of Sheila's ass. Feeling Sheila's body tense ever so slightly when the realization of what Destiny was attempting registered, the anxious black stripper grinned and sighed, continuing to unmercifully tease each of Sheila's orifices. Without warning, Destiny then rolled her greasy finger into place between the redhead's asscheeks and pressed the tip of it into the rubbery button of her anus.

"OOOHHHHHH," Sheila yelped, her shoulders jerking off the mattress when she felt her rear end penetrated.

"MMMMMMM... Take it Bitch" her black counterpart groaned in approval, twisting her left wrist 180 degrees to the right until her prickly finger corkscrewed down to the first knuckle inside Sheila's rectum.

Feeling more power than she had ever felt over a situation, or another person for that matter, Destiny bathed in an overwhelming sense of purpose. Keeping her left hand braced tightly against Sheila's blooming anus, Destiny clenched the muscles in her forearm before flexing her middle finger forward, adding it to Sheila's puckered asshole in an act of crude possession.

"I wonder if I can really do this?" Destiny asked herself before anchoring her two fingers inside of Sheila's cunt.

Leaning in to give Sheila's pussy another quick series of predatory tongue lashes, Destiny finally pulled back and slowly extended both the ring finger and pinky on her right hand just before adding them to the tight crevice her first two fingers had already created.

Peeking up over Sheila's heaving chest, Destiny could see a look of fear and uncertainty in the redhead's milky, blue eyes. Somewhere in that look of horrified anticipation, Destiny could see that even though Sheila had done a litany of things in her past that would have made the most liberal of sexual creatures blush, despite Sheila's stature and sexual prowess, what Destiny was about to do with her right hand was causing even someone like Sheila to hold her breath.

Watching the blood rush through the veins of Sheila's neck as if it was being propelled by a turbine engine, Destiny let out a low, guttural moan before closing her hand into a fist inside the flexed and cowering walls of Sheila's vagina.

"WWWHHAAAA... AAAAAAA... MMYYYYYYGGOODDDDDD," she cried helplessly, thrashing her weight side to side on the bed as the entire inner perimeter of her crotch became impaled on the spit of Destiny's embedded right hand.

The bottom of Destiny's palm pressed firmly against the outer rim of her distended quim, Sheila shivered on the sheets as if an ever intensifying earthquake had taken root in her spine.

"NNNNAAAHHHHHH... MMMMMMFFUUUCCKKKKK... AAAHHHHHHHHHHHH," Sheila husky voice ricocheted through the room as warm tears began leaking from the corners of her eyes.

Struggling to train those moistened sockets down the length of her body, Sheila had no choice but to stare with horrid fascination as Destiny's wrist bone disappeared deep into her barely recognizable cunt.

"This is what having a baby must feel like... only in reverse," Sheila thought to herself, feeling her body crust open and split down the middle as she tried to hold her crotch in place to meet Destiny's fist head on.

"OH SHIT... OHHH... SHIT... OOHHHSSSHHITTTTTT," Sheila spat continuously, grinding her pearly whites together as Destiny's closed fist took on the same consistency of a ball of Plutonium inside her womb.

Yelp after hiccupping yelp escaping her mouth each time Destiny leaned in and sadistically lapped her tongue over her prey's pudgy clit, Sheila fervently yanked her left leg into the air and folded it over the black girl's shoulder before flapping each of her hands out to the side in a crucifixion-like pose on the mattress, knowing Destiny was preparing to finish her off.

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Unable to determine if she was more shocked at a vagina's inherent ability to expand under extreme conditions, or her own devious inner capacity to do what she was doing to Sheila, Destiny steadied herself on her left elbow and pressed forward, pumping her right wrist back and forth into Sheila's grotesquely ravaged cunt until she looked up into the redhead's dilated pupils and watched them go 'tilt'.

Her eardrums vibrating when Sheila's orgasm let loose, Destiny pressed her face all the way between Sheila's flopping thighs and twisted her entrenched hand one last time inside the oily, pink cavern until her knuckles were scraping the concealed area of Sheila's G-spot. Making sure she braced her left hand as well to keep the two fingers she had wedged inside Sheila's bulging rectum firm and tight, Destiny cruelly see-sawed her hands back and forth until Sheila was a gyrating mass of helpless flesh on the bed.

Feeling her pussy constrict and convulse in a release of its own from the lewd poignancy of what she was doing to Sheila, Destiny kept the duel pressure on both orifices until her forearm was saturated with Sheila's velvet feminine sauce.

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For a couple of seconds, Dave Sisler sat silently on the upper half of the bed, thinking he was going to have to call up the faded memories of what he learned in a first aid class several years earlier when he saw the way Sheila started to thrash uncontrollably on the bed.

"She looks like she's having a goddamn seizure," he muttered under his breath.

Lazily dabbing the big toe on his right foot between Destiny's asscheeks, Dave poked and prodded the black girl's freshly spasming quim as silence, exhaustion and awe enveloped the room.

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For Caroline, Christmas had been about as fun as a medieval root canal. Despite her best efforts to lay the groundwork for a smooth transfer with the kids and Steven, Caroline couldn't help but feel a draining sense of awkwardness seeing her Ex for the first time since their serendipitous soirée several weeks earlier. Biting her tongue for most of the afternoon, Caroline planted on the most genuine smile she could muster when she dropped off the kids at Steven's and came face to face with his new girlfriend.

Even though Steven was as gentlemanly as a man could be and had invited her to stay and watch the kids open their presents, Caroline knew her self esteem and patience just couldn't take it.

"No thanks," she had politely refused before saying her goodbyes.

Driving home after dropping the kids off, trying her best to get the image of how happy Steven and his new squeeze looked out of her mind, Caroline found herself evaluating the plusses and minuses in her life. While she had hit rock bottom several months after the divorce, she knew she was steadily crawling out of that hole.

"New Year's Resolution," Caroline thought out loud. "Be head paralegal at the firm this time next year... get the career going and everything else will fall into place."

"And what about a man?" another more needy voice chimed inside her head.

Caroline couldn't run from the fact that the main reason she didn't accept Steven's invitation and stay for a while longer with her kids at his condo was the overriding presence of Steven's new girlfriend there, attached merrily to his hip.

Both her sons also had steady girlfriends and even though she didn't say anything to Tijuanna, Caroline could see the telltale signs of fading hickeys on her Daughter's neck.

"Everyone else in the whole world is getting laid but me," Caroline dejectedly laughed, promising herself that next year would be different.

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The first week of 2004 proved to be a windfall for Caroline. Her evaluation period at the firm came to an end and when she saw the raise that came with it on her next pay stub, she went out and bought the first bottle of champagne of her life to celebrate. 

She was also earning respect around the office. A full month after her brief ballroom dancing escapade with her Boss during the company Christmas party, Caroline had felt an increasingly tangible sense of trust on his part in her abilities at work as the weeks wore on.

"It's because Dave appreciates the work you're doing," Caroline would continually remind herself even though she couldn't help but get a stirring in her craw each time she harkened back to how refreshing it felt sharing the dance with one of the Firm's senior partners.

So, as Caroline entered Dave's office on a non descript Tuesday afternoon and took a seat across from him at his desk to take some notes, as professional as she tried to be, she shivered and her voice trembled slightly when the two locked eyes.

Dave hadn't forgot that encounter with Caroline on the dance floor either. Even though the memory of what he had did with the two escorts in the hotel room after he left the Christmas party that night resonated more vividly with several other areas of his being, he couldn't deny the steady, warm glow he felt each time he was alone with Caroline. And on top of that, she was turning out to be a very good hire for the company. While most of the younger paralegals looked at the entry level job as both a birthright and a mere stepping stone to bigger things, Caroline seemed to throw herself into the job with a lot more passion and vigor than most of her spoiled counterparts.

"Comes with maturity I guess," Dave reasoned, even though he was still fixated on just how vibrant and voluptuous Caroline looked on the other side of the table.

And that's when the dominos inside Dave's libido began to tumble. Any thought of Caroline gravitated quickly to their brief but memorable shared dance during the Christmas party. Then any thought of that night quickly devolved into a visceral memory of what he had witnessed, then later done, with the two call girls in the hotel after the party.

Fighting his damndest to keep his attention focused on the task at hand, Dave was slapped back to reality by a look of awe on his paralegal's face.

"What... what is it?" Dave's dry lips mumbled as he shifted subtly in his chair to take the pressure off his growing arousal.

Twisting his neck backwards to follow the course of Caroline's astonished gaze, Dave saw a helicopter cruising through the air, 200 feet off the ground as it choppered its way to one of the neighboring building's helipads.

"Quite a view from up here," Caroline mumbled.

"Yeah... I guess it is," Dave replied, thankful for the swerve in conversation. "I guess I've been up in this office for so long I've started to take the view for granted. Why don't you get up and come around the desk and take a look at the city from the catbird's seat."

Scooting his chair backwards, Dave stood up and allowed Caroline to stand beside him so she could see downtown Chicago's skyscape. 

Dave's heart revving when he caught the first sustained whiff of Caroline's perfume, he instinctively buried his hands deep in his pocket and turned several degrees to the right to hide the erection that was stirring inside his slacks.

Keeping his fists tightly wedged inside his pants as Caroline's eyes eagerly scanned the view below, Dave couldn't help but subtly rub his fingertips over the throbbing shaft of his manhood through the lining of his pocket when he knew she wasn't looking.

Never one to be confused with a dyed in the wool romantic, Dave gradually felt a strange wave of euphoria sweep through his system the longer he stood next to Caroline and watched with her, the business of the city carry on below. Saliva pooling in his mouth, Dave's knees began to tremble as the log of his ever expanding cock began to press against his right thigh. 

Swallowing hard as he allowed his eyes to scan Caroline's stunningly voluptuous profile, Dave felt what blood that wasn't already headed that way rush to his penis. 

"Goddamn," Dave mumbled to himself at the arousing way Caroline's bosom shifted inside her blouse each time she extended her arm forward to point out a landmark outside the window.

Before he had even realized it, Dave's left hand had inched its way behind Caroline's back, and in one agonizingly slow and tedious moment, had clasped around his unsuspecting employee's waist.

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For several reasons, Caroline had found it difficult to get the memory of her brief encounter on the dance floor, during the Christmas party with Dave Sisler, out of her mind either. One of the reasons was it was about the only redeeming thing about the evening after the way her date, Larry, acted on the way home. She also had the growing sense that she was being accepted around the office and that her talents and hard work were paying dividends. On a deeper and more primal level however, Caroline also felt an intangible but reassuring sense of worth from that dance floor encounter. After going nearly a year and a half without a man, to have one, especially one of Dave Sisler's stature and influence show her that much interest and attention, in the private recesses of her mind, Caroline found herself increasingly drawn to her new Boss.




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So even though she visibly flinched when Dave's left hand cautiously clasped itself to her back as they stood side by side staring out the window, a sliver of her soul was strangely relieved and thankful.

Her head suddenly shrouded in a fog, Caroline slowly twisted her neck to the right to face the much taller man. The warmth and strength of his left hand pressed against her beck, Caroline's body trembled as she fought for something to say.

Parting her lips slightly several times, the words never came. In a mortified instant, Caroline's world went black when Dave leaned closer and planted his lips delicately on top of hers. Their mouths sealed together, Caroline's knees went limp and her mind screamed, "NO", as she cautiously wrapped her arms around her Employer's back.

The two stood in place for several moments in front of the 20th story window, their bodies grinding together as the world carried on below. Her heart racing from the way her bosom felt rubbing up against Dave's perfectly fitting suit, Caroline dug her knees into the side of Dave's calves to keep from toppling over as her own lustful need and weakness ignited.

Just as she was about to pass the point of no return however, a deep seeded survival instinct in Caroline's psyche kicked in and caused her to push away from Dave's warm embrace. An audible gasp escaped both their throats and Caroline felt an overwhelming urge to bow her eyes in shame for the temptation she allowed herself to succumb to.

Wiping the back of her right hand against her mouth to make sure she wasn't dreaming the wonderful tingling sensation still coursing through her lips, Caroline tried to turn and walk around her Boss' desk to gather her things, her exposed desire fighting the urge to spring back towards Dave and pick off where they had just left off.

Teetering on her pumps as she scampered around the desk to collect her purse and laptop, Caroline fervently resisted the temptation to turn back and face her Boss, half from not wanting to show just how badly she had been turned on by her momentary lapse of judgment, and half from not wanting to look into Dave's eyes and see her position at the company might be jeopardized by her unwillingness to give in to those same feelings.

"I... I'm sorry... Caroline... I don't know what came over me... I," Dave stammered, the sincerity in his voice causing Caroline to stop in her tracks as she reached for her belongings.

"That was my mistake Caroline... I was... was completely out of line," he continued until Caroline slowly began to turn towards him.

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It had been years since Dave Sisler had been that unsettled and confused when it came to a woman. The way his blood was boiling through his veins, there was no denying how strongly he was drawn to Caroline. And the way she kissed him back for nearly a minute, he was sure she felt something real as well.

"She's one of the best employees around here, Dave," his conscience and business sense both blatantly reminded. " Dammitt... If you wanna get your dick wet there's a litany of girls in the secretary pool and down at the strip joints... they're a dime a dozen... you always want what you can't have!"

But God, he still wanted her.

As the adrenaline of the situation gradually ebbed and a strange, unsteady tension crept between the two, Dave studied Caroline's face for any hint of what the next move would be.

Her eyes locked hesitantly on his as she tried gathering her belongings, just as Dave was about to apologize again, Caroline felt a seismic wave of embarrassment ripple through her core when her purse and laptop slipped through her trembling fingers.

"SHIT," she disgustedly spat as her computer landed at her feet following closely by all the junk she'd collected in her now upside down purse.

The awkwardness of their encounter stymied somewhat by Caroline's clumsiness, Dave instinctively leaped forward and tried to catch what he could as his top paralegal stood mortified in front of him.

"Let me help," Dave offered, thankful for the break in tension as he bent down to help gather Caroline's mess.

"Look's like your laptop is OK," Dave quickly noted, picking up the square case and inspecting it for any damage. "Good thing they've got top of the line carpeting in here!"

"Yep," Caroline readily agreed, breathing a sigh of relief that the most expensive thing in her possession was in one piece after the fall.

Setting the laptop back up on the desk, Dave stole another momentary peek at Caroline as she knelt in front of him, trying to gather the rest of her strewn belongings.

"Look at those legs," he whispered to himself. "Bet they could squeeze the fuck out of a guy if she wrapped them around him... and the way those heavy tits of hers are resting there on her thighs... you'd better pull back before... ," Dave's inner voice trailed off when he noticed Caroline's wallet/change purse resting between his feet.

"You probably want this back," Dave coyly offered before reaching down to hand it back to her.

In the process of picking it up, Dave couldn't help but notice several photographs lining the wallet's inner folds.

"Oh... those are mostly of my kids," Caroline chimed in proudly when she noticed Dave had saw the pictures. "My two boys and my Daughter... all 3 are in college right now... thankfully my Ex is paying a bulk of the tuition... I'm helping out where I can."

"Are all 3 going to school here in Chicago?" Dave asked innocently.

"No... both boys are going to school up in Urbana... my Daughter Tijuana... she's the only one going to school here in town... she's over at Loyola... where I went to school a long long time ago," Caroline sighed.

"Tijuana?" Dave asked curiously.

"Yeah... Yeah... I know its an unusual name... my Husband was going to name it Timothy if it was a boy but when we found out we were having our first girl we decided on a "T" name with a little uniqueness." 

"Oh... Oh... that's great... they're great looking kids," Dave complimented as he handed Caroline back the case, even though a strange lump had suddenly cocooned in his throat. 

"Thanks," the disheveled paralegal replied as she took her wallet back and stuffed it into her jumbled purse.

"Thanks again Mr. Sisler... I guess I'll see you later... I'm sorry for... ," Caroline started to say as she stood back up and prepared to leave the office.

"... No... No," Dave slowly interrupted, his face looking as if an inexplicable disconnect had crept into his internal wiring.

"No reason to apologize... let's just pretend today never happen... OK," Dave offered distantly.

"OK," Caroline replied with heartfelt gratitude before turning to leave... 

Part 4 to come... 



Whitemailed Ch. 04



In the hours following Caroline Jarrett's surreal encounter with her Boss behind the closed doors of his office, the middle aged divorcee fought to make any sense of what had happened.

"You just went against everything you've ever stood for Caroline," her saintly inner conscience berated. "Not only was it unprofessional to let that happen in the first place, you let it go on for nearly a minute, then you made a Goddamn fool of yourself when you tried to leave spilling your purse all over the floor. Is that the way you want to get your promotions...by being the Boss' personal slut?"

"But you didn't do anything wrong Caroline...You were the one that put a stop to it before things really got out of hand...you looked into his eyes after it was over...you saw that look...he knew he was a guilty as you were...two consenting adults who obviously made a mistake but put the brakes on before things boiled over...his apology sounded genuine Caroline...nothing will come of this," the glass is half full part of her psyche tried to reassure.

"But how are you going to walk into work tomorrow and act like nothing ever happened?" she openly wondered.

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Dave sat alone in the privacy of his office for nearly an hour after Caroline left.

"What just happened?" he kept asking himself over and over, the whole time allowing the faint taste of Caroline on his lips to tease his palate.

Swirling side to side in his deluxe sized office chair, Dave rubbed his fingers against his right temple as he fixated on the spot on the floor where the two had shared their brief but passionate kiss an hour earlier.

"I want her...even more than I did before," he said dryly, knowing his best chance at having her had dissipated the instant Caroline tore her lips away from his and started to fumble for her things.

"Unless...," another more ghostly entity deep inside his psyche dared to whisper as he turned his gaze towards the spot on the floor where Caroline had accidentally spilled her purse.

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A Month Later

For the first time since their Pre-Christmas hotel get-together, Dave had acquired the services of Sheila and Destiny, this time for a lazy Sunday afternoon tryst. 

Seated in one of the upscale hotel's luxurious chairs, Dave sat smirking at the beautiful black girl kneeling between his legs and felt his veins pulse at the way her thick cherry lips distended and churned around the girth of his grotesquely aroused manhood. Nearly hypnotized by the way repetitive way Destiny's mouth bobbed up and down on his crotch, Dave would steal the occasional glance over to Shelia on the bed and smiled at the way she casually rubbed her right hand over the panty clad triangle of her strawberry blonde public fleece.

"So...you've invited another girl along to join us?" Sheila asked, her curiosity tweaked as to her john's motives for the meeting.

"Yeah...I figured the more the merrier," Dave joked. "Actually...I met a girl at work a while ago and we were fooling around for a couple of weeks...one night the subject somehow got to what us three did a few months back and she seemed like she'd be interested in something like this ...so I decided I try to set something up...You don't mind the added company do you?"

"No...not at all...it sounds exciting," Sheila smiled. "Plenty of everything to go around!"

"Good...She should be here pretty soon...I just figured we'd get a head start...so to speak," Dave quipped before rubbing his hands over Destiny's head as she continued to briskly lather his cock.

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"I really should have called his cell first to make sure I was at the right place," Caroline Jarrett groaned as she struggled to make her way through the labyrinth of hotel corridors until she finally reached to her destination.

"Here it is...Room 447," she mumbled, checking the hand-scribbled note in her pocket one last time just to make sure. "I can't believe I'm here working on a Sunday...Dave said this would be rare and how could I tell him 'no' when he asked me to come along to help tie up the loose ends of this big contract so we could have everything in writing for first thing Monday morning."

"At least they picked a nice hotel," Caroline chirped, admiring her ritzy surroundings, the whole time filling with a sense of vindication and pride that her and her Boss had been able to get past their passionate interlude a month earlier in Dave's office and have him still trust her enough to invite her along to help with such a big assignment.

Patting her sweater and hips, and making one last attempt to caress her hair was straight, Caroline plastered on her friendliest smile and knocked on the door.

Several moments later, Caroline braced herself as a set of footsteps crept closer to the inside of the door. Taking a deep breath as she waited for the door to open, Caroline's face went ash white and she felt as if the floor had collapsed beneath her the instant she first peered inside.

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For a litany of reasons, Dave Sisler had been left somewhat numb and confused in the days following his stolen kiss with Caroline. Even though the tenderness and warmth of Caroline's lips still resonated on his a full month after the brief interlude, what Dave kept coming back to was the photo in the wallet Caroline had spilled on the floor when she scurried to leave.

"That girl in the picture...that girl in the picture...that girl in the picture...it just has to be a coincidence," he would tell himself before a sadistic need to know pressed him to investigate further.

Tantalized by the damning ramifications of his potential discovery, Dave had spent the following evening planted on a barstool near the stage of the club where Destiny danced.

Steadily becoming drunk as he tried to compare the sweaty face of the stripper on stage to the yearbook photo that tumbled from Caroline's purse, once the pretty black girl's last dance was done at a little after 1am, Dave excused himself out to the parking lot, and the stealth of his car, and patiently waited for the young college girl to make her way out of the club to leave for the evening.

Jotting down the license number as Destiny got in and started the engine, later the next day Dave called in a favor to a friend of his at the Illinois Division of Motor Vehicles and in a short order, his suspicions were confirmed.

That nugget of information safely embroidered into every fiber of his brain, Dave then had to decide what, if anything, he was going to do with the knowledge of who Destiny really was.

"Nothing...you're not going to do a damn thing with it," he would frequently tell himself in the days following the discovery Even though he found himself digging deeper into Caroline's past and present, and inevitably, other slices of interesting data continued to rise to his attention. 

One of the more useful bits of information in Dave's search turned out to be the discovery that the college scholarship Caroline's oldest Son was getting happened to be sponsored by a company that Dave had a friend on the board of. A friend that conveniently Dave had first hand knowledge of several potentially embarrassing extra-marital affairs. A friend that would certainly be willing to trade the anonymous revocation of one of his company's scholarships to keep word of his private indiscretions away from his unsuspecting wife.

So as Sheila cautiously opened the hotel room door and stepped aside so the middle aged black woman standing there could see all the way in, Dave's adrenaline crested in fear of how the next few moments would play out.

"Caroline...Glad you could make it," Dave said dryly, the words having no effect juxtaposed with the image of a young black girl kneeling between his legs with his dick snugly embedded inside her gaping mouth.

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Motionless, Caroline's heart skipped as she stood in the doorway. Expecting to see two grown men, perhaps dressed in suits going over a pile of paperwork on a table when the door swung open, she had no way to prepare herself for what she did see several feet in front of her.

"That...that almost looks like...like...Tijuanna on the floor," Caroline dreadfully mumbled, her eyes turning to cubes of ice in their sockets.

"It can't be...it's just a girl that looks...like...her," Caroline's inner and almost aimless rambling continued until an audible gasp escaped her throat.

"What's...what's...going...on in here?" she choked out loud, teetering side to side now on her pumps, knowing she was going to probably hate the eventual answer to her own question.

Still standing only half inside the doorway, Caroline felt as if a wrecking ball had rammed her gut when the young black girl kneeling at her Boss' feet turned to face her, with Dave's cock still lewdly wedged between her puffy lips.

"OH...MY...GOD...," Caroline muttered in slow motion the instant her maternal recognition kicked in.

"Ti...Ti...Tijuann...a," the older woman babbled, her honey brown cheeks now the color of paste as she watched Dave's sloppy, wet dick dangle free from her Daughter's trembling mouth.

"M...Ma...Mama," the young black sexpot's voice cracked with horror, her half naked body noticeably cowering on the floor as the gravity of the moment overtook her.

Smirking ever so slightly, Dave watched the scene play out between Caroline and Tijuanna, knowing it could explode at any moment. Taking his penis into the safety of his right palm, Dave blindly traced the fingertip of his index finger along the ridge of its still throbbing cockhead, unable to tear his morbid gaze away from two generations of the Jarrett family locked in an apocalyptic stare.

"Get your clothes on and get out of here," Caroline growled through gritted teeth at her Daughter, her normally serene and caring face now ulcered with anger as she paced to the center of the room.

"I don't know whether to kill him or you first?" Caroline added, with no hint the statement was a hallow threat.

"GET OUT OF HERE," her voice boomed once more, this time causing Tijuanna to spring to her feet and grab a sheet from the bed before making a tearful beeline to the door and out into the hall before she could fully wrap the sheet around her bra clad torso.

Dave just shook his head, still somewhat detached from the surreal gravity of the Pandora's Box he had opened.

"Your Daughter's been keeping secrets, Caroline," Dave said with a dry matter of factness, the cold tone of his voice seeming to smack his paralegal across the face as she stared down at him in the chair.

"Don't even think about talking to me," Caroline spat down to her Boss, the blood tingling in her fingertips as she fought the urge to reach down and choke him.

"Nothing has to come of this, Caroline," Dave spoke softly, nodding over to Sheila for her to close the door to give the three privacy. "You're one of the best employees I've ever had, Caroline...I'd really hate to lose you but again...that's totally up to you. As far as I'm concerned none of this ever has to leave this room."

"You Bastard," Caroline muttered, unable to quite fathom the depths of Dave's emerging depravity.

"I know this job's pretty important to you Caroline...for a lot of reasons...I know your Ex has a pretty good job as well...as an architect I believe with a struggling firm here in town. Really be a shame if some of the businessmen I deal with suddenly stop using his firm for their projects wouldn't it? You and him also have three kids in college right now...that's got to be a burden!! I think one of your boys has a scholarship though...worked pretty hard for it from what I understand. Coincidentally...that company that sponsors his grant in aid...one of the guys on the board happens to be a friend...be a real shame if the funds to roll over your Son's program were to suddenly dry up," Dave spoke methodically until it was clear Caroline was grasping what he was not so subtly hinting at.

"You bast...," Caroline started to say again, this time much more weakly than before until her mouth went mute.

"I'd love nothing more than to just see all this go away," Dave announced several moments later, after allowing the weight of measured silence to press down on Caroline's soul.

"...How?" Caroline relented, her body looking like a balloon with the air leaking out, hating the fact that she was being forced to negotiate in such a disgusting spot.

Stunned and somewhat disbelieving when he heard Caroline's conciliatory tone, Dave rolled his tongue around his mouth before answering.

"Well...not to put it too bluntly but...I had arranged for some favors from your Daughter and her friend over there...there's the money I left right there on the table for her but she obviously left a few minutes ago in a hurry for some reason I've yet to figure out without finishing what I had hired her for," Dave droned, almost hypnotically.

"All I could really ask for, Caroline," he continued, "Is for you to be responsible for your child's dereliction of duty."

"WHA...," Caroline croaked, her head throbbing as Dave's suggestion sunk in.

Stealing a quick glance over her shoulder at Sheila standing like a half-clad fly on the wall behind her, Caroline's stomach rolled as she digested her Boss' crude but clear offer. Vacillating, Caroline turned to face Dave once more and searched for any hint of decency in his eyes.

"His Goddamn dick is still hard," she noticed, mortified that anyone could maintain an erection while backing another person into such a vile corner.

"I'd rather slit my own...," Caroline started to say before her own tongue twisted and she went silent in mid sentence again.

"A couple of weeks ago you were standing in this guy's office, kissing him as if it was the most important thing in your life," Caroline internally berated herself. "Now THIS...why is he doing THIS to me?"

"Because he can," the clear and decisive part of her psyche answered without missing a beat. "And you don't really have that many options right now to deal with it!"

"All I'm really asking Caroline is for you to step over here and show a little goodwill in finishing the job your Daughter was hired to do," Dave calmly beckoned.

A bitter tint of resignation colored Caroline's cheeks as she stared down at her Boss openly massaging his crotch in front of her.

"You could just walk out of here and be done with it...just let the chips fall where they may," Caroline's inner voice chirped, but her feet didn't move.

Even though the hotel's air conditioning had the room freezing, Caroline could feel beads of perspiration dotting her brow as the walls of the room seemed to close in.

"There will be Hell to pay for this," her eyes clearly promised as she took the short walk forward, to the same spot on the floor Tiuanna had been only minutes earlier.

A nauseating riptide of Vertigo bristled through Caroline the instant her right knee pressed into the carpet and she caught her first whiff of the masculine scent of Dave's arousal.

"Open your mouth, Caroline," Dave quickly demanded, enjoying the way his erect penis caused an imposing shadow to sway across his paralegal's damp forehead.

His eyes trained like a laser on Caroline's Revlon coated lips, Dave grinded his behind against the seat until her lower lip quivered, then ever so subtly dropped. Seizing the moment, Dave thrust upwards until the spongy head of his penis disappeared inside his employee's mouth.

"I could bite his dick in half right now," Caroline told herself, knowing she could end Dave's sex life right there on the spot.

Still, whatever force was guiding her caused Caroline to sit there and perform her morbid chore.

Tilting his gaze over to Sheila once his cock was firmly buried inside Caroline's mouth, Dave took a measure of satisfaction in the shocked expression etched across the redheaded escort's face. Locking eyes with her long enough to convey a silent but clear message, Dave turned his attention back to the black woman at his feet.

"Bet you would have gone all out giving me head a few weeks ago back in my office," Dave taunted, the level of passion in the kneeling woman's act clear in the halfhearted way her mouth worked up and down on his pulsing shaft. 

Knowing he could flood Caroline's gullet with his cum any time he wanted, Dave kept cinching his fingers around the base of his penis each time he felt the tipping point nearing, in a clear and arrogant act to prolong the exquisite rush of having his dick wedged between Caroline's taunt lips.

Nodding up to Sheila when he saw the stripper easing up behind Caroline's left shoulder, Dave let out a chuckle of approval seeing she had followed his insinuated orders to a tee. Knowing Sheila was now in position, Dave turned his full attention back to Caroline and the way her face bounced up and down on his groin. Focusing his sightlines even lower, Dave's gaze settled on the buttoned up front of Caroline's blouse.

His mind quickly drifting back to how good Caroline's breasts felt pressed against his chest during their shortlived kiss in his office, Dave's hormones raged feeling her bosom rubbing the inside of each of his legs.

"Unbutton your shirt," Dave sniped down to Caroline.

Several moments passed and Dave assumed his employee was ignoring his request.

"Unbutton your shirt," he once again demanded. "I want to see your tits!"

His cock jerking violently in Caroline's mouth when he saw her hands finally rise to the top button of her blouse, Dave took a great deal of depraved satisfaction when the middle aged black woman began fumbling with the clasps.

"MMMMMMMHHMMMM," Dave groaned out loud, feeling the seed in his balls begin to simmer when Caroline's lace encased titties came into view.

Caroline's nasal exhales tickling his pubes, Dave lowered his right hand down on top of her head to hold it steady when he felt the slimy magma of his impending release jetting up the shaft of his cock.

"UURRGGHH...GGGOODDDDDD," Dave grimaced a few seconds later, his hips rocking off the cushions below as he ruthlessly facefucked his kneeling paralegal.

"GGHHAAHHH...GGRRHHAAHHHHFFFUUCCKKKKK," Dave shuddered over and over, keeping his grip tight on top of her scalp until every last drop of his pungent lust had settled in the back of Caroline's throat.

Nodding for Sheila to take a few more steps closer behind Caroline's turned back, Dave then slipped his fingers around the base of his cock and pulled the congealed slab free from his employee's mouth.

"UURR...RRR...AAHHH," he visibly shivered when the sensitive underside of his dick rubbed against the bottom row of Caroline's teeth upon withdrawal.

Once his cock was removed, Dave leaned back in his chair and watched as several rivulets of cum leaked from the corners Caroline's lips. He even marveled at the lewdness of how a milk colored bubble formed in the opening of her mouth upon her first exhale, at the same time several strands of his ejaculate trickled down Caroline's chin just before splashing down to her smooth brown chest and cleavage.

Turning his gaze up from Caroline just as she began to shift her hand up to instinctively wipe the slimy residue from her face, Dave was startled by the suddenness of Sheila reaching down and grabbing Caroline's hand before she could get it all the way up to her face.

Her hand trapped in Sheila's grip, Caroline looked up to see the six foot tall feminine frame towering above. Before she could even begin to discern just why the redhead had taken a hold of her hand, Caroline's already scattered brain was thrown for another loop when she saw a grotesquely huge faux phallus rising perpendicular to Sheila's crotch.

"...Dear...God...what now?" Caroline moaned when the intense heat of Sheila's stare cascaded down on top of her.




Whitemailed Ch. 04



Before she could take another breath, Caroline felt Sheila raise her own right hand into the air and wrap it around the 10 inch piece of unforgiving rubber strapped to her groin. 

In a flash, Sheila then lowered her free hand down to steady Caroline's head before slicing the length of the dildo across the seated woman's face, in effect, using it to wipe the accumulated goo from Caroline's cheeks and chin.

Laughing sadistically as she went about the chore of scrubbing Caroline's face, Sheila then stabbed the strap-on between Caroline's lips and forced the stunned and unsteady black woman to injest the soiled remnants of Dave's emission. Spreading her feet wide on the floor to straddle Caroline's body, the voluptuous and dominant redhead rotated her hips in a seductive rhythm, feeding Caroline the girth of her improvised manhood as she held her by the scruff of the neck.

Momentarily stopping her pelvic thrusts when the head of her fake dick collided with the back of Caroline's throat, Sheila reached down and grabbed the dildo by its base, twisting it like a oversized lollipop until she saw Caroline began to swallow the smeared lewdness that was coating it.

Pulling the chubby length slowly from the cowering woman's lips when she was sure it was clean, Sheila proceeded to tap the moist appendage between Caroline's eyes and the bridge of her nose.

"Are we finally finished?" Caroline's disgusted eyes seemed to beg as she turned her gaze away from the slithering phallus blocking half of her face.

"Not yet," the Amazon shook her head in reply before nudging her crotch forward and rubbing the puckered pink flesh of her pussy roughly against Caroline's mouth.

Bracing the insides of each of her knees against the sides of Caroline's head, Sheila trembled when she felt the warm breath from Caroline's mouth surround her hovering pussy. Rolling her crotch high into the air, Sheila used her cunt like a paint brush over the older black woman's face until a series of oily trails had intersected from Caroline's hairline, across her cheeks and all the way down to the tip of her chin. 

"UUMMMMMMMMM," Sheila's voice grinded like a chainsaw through the room when she finally found the angle to rub her erect clitoris against the pearly white picket fence of Caroline's front teeth.

Turning her head over her shoulder to meet Dave's puzzled and disbelieving pose, Sheila stared at him for several moments in silent conversation.

"You hired me to do this to Destiny tonight," her eyes seemed to insinuate. "I'm assuming you meant for the same thing to happen to her Mom when you set all this up?"

Sheila's pointed gaze had been correct. Dave had been the one to secretly set up the plan to bring Caroline and her Daughter together under the most extreme of circumstances. But even as the evening was coming together, he still didn't have a clear idea of how everything would turn out, or what he really wanted as an outcome. He knew there would be fireworks when Caroline saw Tijuanna. He also knew he had a pretty strong hand to play from a blackmail standpoint with Caroline. What he hadn't quite accounted for when he hired Sheila was the depth of her own depravity and sexual bloodlust.

So as Sheila took her dominant place over top of the haggard black woman on the floor and force-fed her pussy to her, Dave knew he's lost any of the control of how the night would end.

"Do what you have to," his eyes replied to Sheila before she turned around and re-focused all her energy on Caroline.

"Lick my pussy," Sheila barked before scrubbing her sizzling pink fissure up and down the oval expanse of Caroline's mouth until a glistening layer of her copious dew had saturated the black woman's face.

Reaching down to vigorously rub her own clit, Sheila scoured her vaginal lips over top of Caroline's facial ones as she swiveled her head to look at Dave once again.

"Get your dick hard watching this?" she taunted to the older man in the chair before reaching around with her free hand to raise Caroline's skirt all the way up, in the process exposing the black woman's panty clad genitals.

"Take her panties off Dave and give them to me," Sheila demanded.

Lost in a detached, post orgasmic trance, Sheila's words rattled around inside of Dave's head for a few moments until he was finally snapped back to reality. Looking down from his perch in the chair at Caroline's now prone outline on the floor, Dave vacillated for a couple of breaths before leaning forward to follow Sheila's order.

Despite the fact that he may had just committed to most morally reprehensible act of a million lifetimes by orchestrating the meeting between Caroline and Tijuanna, even he felt a sense of guilt when he pushed Caroline's knees apart to get a clear glimpse between her legs. His eyes shamefully riveted to the way Caroline's thick pubic mat gave contour and texture to her conservative silk white panties, Dave tentatively lowered his hands to each side of Caroline's waist and dug his fingertips into the elastic waistband.

Managing his trembling grip the best he could, Dave rolled the ivory white undergarment down Caroline's brown thighs until her entire cunt came into view. Somewhat buoyed by the fact that Sheila's body was blocking out any chance Caroline had of making any eye contact with him, Dave quickly rolled her panties down her legs and off her feet. 

"They're damp," was Dave's first reaction when he balled up the soft white material and handed them to Sheila.

Taking the panties between her long, well manicured fingers, Sheila squeezed them tauntingly above Caroline's face as she continued to selfishly mash her cunt against the older woman's face. Squatting down on top of Caroline's chest once the black woman's back was flat on the floor, Sheila could feel Caroline's ample bosom heaving against her rear as she pressed her knees into the comfort of the carpet, to each side of her prone prey's shoulders.

Her base solid on the floor, Sheila began to buck her crotch wildly until her velvet red pussy was nothing more than a blur over the canvas of Caroline's face.

"UURRGGHH...UURRGGAAHHH...AARRGGAAHHHHHH...AAAHHHHH...AAHHHHH...HOLY SHITTT...AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH," Sheila's voice shook the rafters of the room as she slowly gave birth to a bone jarring and debilitating orgasm.

Keeping her pelvis plowing forward through it all, Sheila could feel her asscheeks moisten as the languid spray of her spasming cunt oozed onto Caroline's chin and steadily beaded down her straining neck. When she was finally spent, Sheila slid backwards down the now slick surface of Caroline's chest and came to rest straddling the older woman's stomach.

"PPHHEEWWW," Sheila let out a low and tortured sigh of exhaustion, rubbing her fingers through her luxurious red hair as the gravity of the real world around here gradually filtered back.

Her crotch still on top of Caroline, in effect pinning her, Sheila showed no signs of allowing the prone woman up as she stared at Dave rubbing his cock in the chair above.

"Let me help you with that," Sheila's hoarse voice whispered before extending her hand towards Dave's crotch with Caroline's panties tightly wedged inside. 

Wrapping the sheer undergarment around Dave's cock, using its silky softness as a feathery buffer, Sheila jacked his manhood up and down until it strained in her hand like a burning drill bit.

"You wanted to fuck her...here she is," Sheila motioned down to Caroline's cunt, hiking the black woman's dress all the way up to her waist as a way of imploring Dave to take what he had so desperately wanted.

Sliding backwards to give Dave the pathway he needed, Sheila's rear end and still buzzing cunt mashed softly against the underside of Caroline's chin. Looking over her shoulder to gauge the catatonic woman's reaction, Sheila clenched her teeth and grinded her pelvis until her moist and quivering snatch was humping at Caroline's beaten face as a way of saying, "We aren't done just yet."

Reaching forward, Sheila felt Caroline's body flex and shudder beneath her when she stabbed two of her fingers into the fuming slit of Caroline's vagina. Holding the folds of her pussy apart in a lewd and inverted peace sign, Sheila knelt there, bobbing her asscheeks back and forth against Caroline's face as she waited for Dave to make his move.

"It's warm," she said invitingly. "Better dive in before I decide to."

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And much to Caroline's horror, her pussy had been very warm.

The blur of the previous half hour had been too much for the budding paralegal to take. She had walked up to that hotel room with all the confidence of a woman who had gotten her life on track and was preparing to finally make her mark in the business world. The instant that door had swung open however, and she recognized her own Daughter on the floor between Dave's legs, her entire world had shattered.

Deep in her heart, Caroline knew she had made the prudent decision in saving Tjuanna's reputation, her Son's college scholarship and perhaps both her and her Ex-Husband's careers. For a hopeful instant, Caroline thought Dave might have been bluffing, but she knew anyone capable of setting up such an elaborate scheme would most likely find a way to follow through with his threats. And she had real fears about when, and if, the blackmail would ever end.

And there was something deeper. Not only had she given in to Dave's horrible deal, but there was an awful sense of deja vu for Caroline as she laid with her back to the carpet feeling Dave's hands spread her thighs apart at the same time Sheila's body weighed down on top of her, the redheaded stripper's strap-on cock now snugly buried between Caroline's own ample bosom.

Her world went black with denial when her crotch arched anxiously off the floor to meet Dave's initial thrust.

Trapped in that horrible moment, Caroline knew she had succumb to their advances much the same way she had with her Husband during their long marriage, and to her dismay, one painfully glaring instance after their divorce. As she had done so many times with Steven, Caroline found herself in the same exact spot, a freshly opened wound of weakness in a lifelong vacuum of emotion and need, where she had no choice but to lay there and accept it.

"Tomorrow would be different...tomorrow would be a new start," She told herself.

THE END

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