0 comments/ 55987 views/ 0 favorites Pamela By: HotScribe2 Across the street lives a young university student named Pamela. When she graduated from high school, I took some photographs of her for her parents and friends. Even then she was pretty; but, now, several years later, she's grown even more beautiful. And yet, she also seems to have grown more haughty, very rarely talking to me any more. Even so, I've found myself thinking about her, occasionally desiring her, and wondering what she dos with herself when she's alone. In this fantasy, I glance out the window late one evening to notice that she's come home in her car. With the lights off in my bedroom, I peek through the slats of the blinds and watch her as she gets out of the car. She's about five-foot-ten, slendour but nicely developed, with long auburn hair and hazel eyes. With a spring in her step, she bounds up the front steps, unlocks her front door and goes in, closing it behind her. A strange thought comes to me. I lick my lips, wondering if I should follow through with the idea that has come into my head. I glance up and down the street. It's dark and the street seems pretty deserted. I quickly move from the window, put on my black jogging outfit and sneakers. I grab my camera and load a very fast film into it, check, then double-check my settings. Moments later, I walk out the front door and non-chalantly cross the street, head up the driveway to Pamela's house, then around to the back. I'm pretty familiar with the layout of her house. Two lights are on---one for her bedroom, the other for the bathroom. However, the windows high enough up that I can't see through either of them. Checking out the yard, I notice an oil barrel that Pamela uses to put things on when she has a barbeque. I roll it as quietly as possible so it rests up-ended on the ground between the two windows. I climb up. As my head nears the windows, I heard the rushing sound of the shower. My breathing is already heavy and I feel my heart hammering heavily against my chest. I try to calm my trembling body as I slowly and carefully peek through the bathroom window. My legs turn to jelly, my knees are weak, my forehead breaks out in a sweat, and my cock swells within my jeans. For there---her delightfully-naked body glistening wet and enveloped by light clouds of steam---there is Pamela. My eyes widen as if attempting to take in more of the view than is already available to them. Standing beneath the streams of water, her head back, her long hair flowing down her back, her beautiful almond-shaped breasts straining upwards, Pamela runs her hands through her hair, working up a lather. I remember my camera, bring it up and aim it through the window. The shutter clicks, and I think it is too noisy, but I know Pamela won't hear it anyways. I gaze down her slendour body, my eyes sweeping over the gentle curves of her breasts and abdomen, the Y-shaped shaven intersection of her legs and pubic area. My cock aches terribly and strains to be free from the confinement of my jeans. I unzip myself, reach in and release my manhood. It throbs with desire, but I dare not touch it. Not yet. Pamela rinses her hair, washes the last of the soap from her body, turns, reaches down and turns of the water revealing the thin crack of her buttocks for a quick moment. Then the shower curtain is pulled aside and she steps out, reching for a large towel. She begins drying herself, rubbing her nakedness vigourously, drying beneath her breasts a few times, then carefully between her legs. She seems to stop there for a moment, then finishes her legs. She hangs up the towel and pads out of the bathroom. I switch to the bedroom window. Pamela enters, now giving me a full-frontal view of her wonderful form. I quickly raise the camera again and take another shot, hoping beyond hope that the pictures will turn out. Pamela goes to her stereo, turns on some pulsing music of some sort, then stands in front of a full-length mirror. She looks at herself, then, in time to the music, watches herself as she begins to gyrate her body in time to the beat. I lift the camera again, begin taking more shots. Looks like she's pretending to be some sort of exotic dancer. But the erotic way in which she's dancing for herself, just makes my cock that much harder, and I feel it bouncing slightly with every pulse of blood through the shaft. Now Pamela's begun to do more than just gyrate, for her hands have begun to caress her body, rubbing across her breasts and nipples, then sliding down her belly. I moan and continue clicking the camera with one hand while my other hand wraps itself around my cock. For Pamela's hand has gone between her legs, its fingers searching out and massaging her clit, rubbing back and forth as she continues to sway her body. I rub my cock back and forth slowly and gently because I know if I go any faster or harder, I'm going to explode quicker than i want. But it looks like Pamela's already nearing that stage, too, for her head has gone back, her mouth is open, her eyes are closed, her fingers work faster, thrusting back and forth across her clit. She falls backwards onto the bed, spreading her legs wide and rubbing more vigourously. I can't help myself. I start to copy her movements, stroking my cock in time with her fingers. Then, above the music, I hear her loud moans and gasps, and her body twists and turns on the bed as she cums. Then I, too, feel the warmth rising through me and I slowly my pumping just slightly, taking longer strokes upon the length of my cock, then I stifle my own groans as my cum spurts in long thin streams onto the wall of the house. A few minuts later, I am back in my house, my mind still swimming with the images of Pamela in the bedroom, hoping that, perhaps one day, I will watch her again, and hoping against hope that we might even cum together... Pamela and Me Pamela, a hair stylist, was thirty when I met her. She wore short, dark hair parted a little off center and combed toward the right side where it touched the eyebrow. I was immediately attracted to her. The full lip, the facial bone structure, the slim but nicely curved body all combined to make a very attractive female. That Saturday afternoon we made small talk while she cut my hair. Working in this profession since her early twenties, she enjoyed getting to know her regular customers. "I was 22 when I started." "Do you have children?" "I'm single." "Me too," I replied. "I could just sit there on the beach and watch people." "And swim," I replied. "I swim a little but mostly I just bake and walk along the shore." "I love to swim. My parents own a house by the water. I go there often." "That sounds very nice." I handed her a generous tip and glanced back briefly on my way out the door. She was busy with another customer. Well a few weeks passed. During that time my hair grew again to a length well over an inch. It was time for my buzz cut again. At nine that Saturday morning I walked into the local Super Cuts a mile from my house. I wanted Pamela to cut my hair. The cashier had just taken my name when Pamela turned and walked toward the reception desk. "Steven," she said and led me to her chair. "Do you remember me from last time?" "Yes," she replied cheerfully. "Same cut i got last time," I told her. She began to cut. I watched in the mirror. "So how was your summer?" "It was good. I spent a lot of time on the beach." "Anyone special?" "No," she said, "just me and my girlfriend Jessica." "Does she cut hair?" "She's a medical secretary." My cut finished I pulled four one dollar bills from my wallet extending them to her. "Yours," I said. "Thank you very much," "Listen I was wondering if we could go out for a cup of coffee after you get off work. " "I guess that would be ok." "You guess?" "That would be OK. I'm off at five when the place closes." The other girls who worked there and their customers paid no attention. At a little after five I returned to the Super Cuts and waited just a short time in front of the window. Pamela walked out. "High there," she said cheerfully. We walked off toward my car somewhere in the middle of the lot. By early fall we had been dating for about six weeks. During that time I could not help but notice the idiosyncrasies of her personality. She was, like any other girl I knew, attracted to features such as muscle, and tight buns. "I would love to see you with the soft, fleshy, rounded hips of a girl." I took her remark with a grain of salt. I'm not a big person. At 32 I keep myself fit. Though strong for my size, I weigh just 145 pounds. Girls and boys often have different head shapes. My own head shape and features are more feminine than masculine, a cause of much trouble during my high school days. Any time I wanted I could easily pass for a girl. It was simply a question of outfit. That aside, I refused to act the part. A brisk wind was blowing toward the east that afternoon when I exited my employer's building and walked out toward my car. Birch and maple leaves, very colorful at the moment would soon begin to fall. It's so good to live in a condo. I would hate to pick them all up I thought. Pam, an outdoor type, enjoyed hiking, cycling and even working in the yard. She was not one to sit and watch sports, except for figure skating competitions. I recalled how she had said that she could picture me wearing a girl's outfit skating with a partner. Like her other remark about buns, I took it with a grain of salt. I did not see the next series of events coming, but it all began innocently enough. It was late evening. Pam and I had just finished having sex. Since neither of us were very sleepy we opted to stay up and watch a movie. Pam was partial to romance movies, a trait I assumed that all girls shared. "Elizabeth town is a great movie." "I've never seen it." "You'll like it. It's very touching." "I'll give it a chance." She got up and walked over to her collection of video disks. As she searched I cruised her naked body. I do not understand gay sex. What do men see in other men I wondered. I certainly don't condemn them but i just don't get it I thought. "Hon put these on," she said. As before I did not take her seriously. "Awe come on for me. Please," she pleaded. I suppose in the privacy of the bedroom it would not hurt. "Sweetie I don't think they would fit properly," I replied looking at the bra and panties that she dangled in front of my face. " I think they will fit perfectly." "If you say so," I answered giving in to her. I pulled up the panties first. At first they didn't fit. Then I put on the bra, a C cup taken from her dresser top draw. Suddenly my body began to morph. Within just two seconds my hips did feel softer and bigger and rounded. "I like how they feel on me. They're soft." "I knew you would," she replied grinning. The bra cups wrinkled and flattened against my body suddenly suddenly began to fill with flesh. The expansion smoothed out the fabric. I pulled the cups up over the nipples and watched. "You can pull the cups down." I did as she said. They fit perfectly. I realized two things immediately. One is that I like being a female. The other is that Pam is bi if not lesbian. I knew that I was changing psychologically. Suddenly I was quite emotionally sensitive. Remarks made to me by my boss the other day when I was male could be taken in stride bounced off a hard shell. Now suddenly i was much more likely to pout and feel hurt, a very female trait. Sucking it up would be difficult. Even so being female felt very nice. Questions arose in my mind. The first was how did my body suddenly stop producing testosterone and become full of estrogen. The second question concerned SRS. Where and at what cost could I have it done? "I want you to have the surgery." "I want it badly," I replied. "I did the rest. I changed your body for you but I don't have the power to cause you to lose your penis." That said we pulled our bodies together, and caressed one another. Our lips puckered and met. Then our tongues met. For me even kisses down my neck were romantic. She eased me down to the mattress. "For now I'll pretend it's a strap on." "For now," I agreed wishing that it was just a toy that I could easily remove. Pam had put a spell on me. I suppose I would not have asked her for a date had I known that she is a lesbian but I can't undo the deed. I was completely in love now. The issue of a lesbian's right to marry suddenly was in the front of my mind. As I lay beside Pam caressing her body and allowing her to stroke and caress me I could see the rest of my life with her. "When is your birthday?" "Not for another two and a half months," I answered. "That would be some time in November." "The 14th," I replied but not expecting a gift from her. "You're a scorpio." "Yes," i said. Apparently my new girlfriend was interested in Zodiac signs. She had mentioned being a Gemini. That put her birthday at the end of May. "May 25,"she said. November 14, a Wednesday dawned cold and clear. I left my apartment for the job which I had just recently started arriving at the office at 8. Walking in, I immediately noticed a new outfit worn by co worker Melanie Richards. Just a few weeks ago Steven could not have cared enough to comment but Stephanie could. "Where did you buy that slacks and blouse combo?" "Filenes," she said. "I'll have to go there." At six in the evening my door buzzer sounded. At that moment I was relaxed in the sofa with no intention of moving. "It's me Pam." "Come in," I said. She came inside carrying a shopping bag in her left hand. "The other day when I said I had to do some errands I got this." I took the bag from her hand and opened it. Inside there was a pair of Levi low rise jeans. "Thank you so much!" I said. "You're very welcome." They were cut for a girl and fit perfectly except in one spot. "They're a little tight you know where." "You need to fix that little problem." I knew where she was coming from. My body had morphed because of her spell but I did not wish to change back. I had been given a year from that date or it would change back. Twelve weeks had passed quickly. Pamela And The Wardclerk Pamela said a prayer asking for patience, compassion, empathy and tolerance for her patients. Working as a nurse was stressful, but what made it worse was the co-workers and their work ethic, or lack there of. Arriving at the hospital, Pamela was glad she found a space near the entrance. At the door, she realized she had left her name badge on the microwave at home. Making matters worse, the badge is also the key to get in the employee entrance. Digging her cell out of her purse, she calls the surgical floor she works on, but no one answers. By now, she's 15 minutes late with no key and no one in sight to help her. She begins thinking this is a sign that she should just leave. Leaning against the door, she smiles at the sunny, cloudless sky and says out load, "this is going to be a shitty day." Tommy's silver Accord pulls into a parking space slanted taking up two spots. Shaking her head, "that boy is hopeless," she thinks. He's just a few years younger then her but somehow she always feels old around him. Getting out the car, Tommy has the walk of someone with all the time in the world, even though he too, was very LATE. He finally sees Pamela leaning against the employee's entrance door. "Damn," he thinks, "she is so fucking sexy, she tries hard to not be but, she's definitely got it." Pamela has black, curly shoulder length hair. Big green, cat-like eyes, soft full lips, and her chocolate skin is as smooth as silk. What really gets Tommy's (and anyone else's) attention is her body. She has big firm breasts, and always-hard, perky nipples, that push out the front of her nurse's uniform noticeably, above her slender waist. Just like an hourglass, her skinny waist flares nicely to her wide hips and curvaceous ass. In a word, she is "bodacious." He stares her up and down, smiling as he approaches. Knowing he's checking her out, she fidgets at the door, bracing herself for the comment she's sure he's about to make, because Tommy always has his game on. Her ward clerk is tall, with a muscular body. His face is good-looking for a white boy, with grey eyes, a cute nose, and face constantly flushed. Always clean-cut, clean-shaven, and smells great. His clothes are freshly pressed with pleats and creases in all the right places, yet despite this apparent crispness, there is something animalistic about him and he has that look as if he knows something you don't. "Damn, Queenie, we haven't even gotten in the building and you need something already." The knowing smirk on his face is in full affect. Standing closer then he needs to , he reaches to swipe the card, and then stops. Turning to the sexy nurse he says, "Blow on it for luck, boss lady..." as he looks down at his crotch. "Huh...ah...wha...umm," she stammers, "did you...?" she's cut off "...my...card...has been acting funny lately," emphasizing the word card. Flustered, she snatches the card out his hand with a, "hummph," and does it herself. The door buzzes; he pulls it open to let her in. Ducking under his arm, she can feel the heat coming off his body. Once on the floor all hell breaks loose, the clerk is nowhere in sight to help or even do his job. 10:20 still no sign of him but there is a steaming cup of coffee sitting at his desk. 1:15 he walks up tells her, "I'm going on my lunch break." She wonders where he's been all this time. Pam doesn't see him but fleetingly for the rest of the day, at one point she pages him overhead, with no response. It's been a long chaotic day, literally by herself. She missed her lunch break not even having time to go to the restroom but once earlier, she's about to pop. Going to the closed unit that the hospital is renovating to pee and relax before getting into traffic. The door bangs behind her, she turns and looks at the absentee ward clerk. Pammie stands in the doorway of one of the remodeled rooms. "You paged me earlier?" smiling like it's a joke. "yeah, like 7 hours ago, I'm tired of your shit. Tomorrow is my day off but I'm coming in to have your incompetent lazy ass, fired" spitting those last words out. The smirk growing on his face, she pushes him out of frustration. "Bitch" he retorts. Slap, the room echoes she didn't mean to hit him, well maybe she did but in her head only not for real. Charging forward, she turns to escape him, but he grabs her hair. Pulling her into the remodeled suite, slamming the door behind him. His hand over her mouth. "Bossy bitch! everyday I come here and have to take orders from a self-righteous, goody two shoes, you or another bitch just like you. Now you're going to have me fired! Stupid cunt" he growled in her ear. Too surprised for words, just play nice and get out alive is what she kept saying to herself. Pushing her down onto the hospital bed face down . He quickly yanks down her scrub pants, and then rips off her flimsy panties. To shocked and afraid she keeps quiet. Holding the back of her neck, he pushes her face into the bed before she starts screaming. Hastily, he undresses from the waist down, then pulls her shoes off kicking her pants to the floor. " You make a sound you won't ever make one again, I promise" Letting her go, she gasps for air, thankful. Nudging his cock between her pussy lips. Missing the mark but brushing her clit. Making her walls instantly contract. The fear has her bone dry. Pushing her completely on the bed on all fours, he pulls her hair hard to get her to straighten up then pulls her top and bra off. Letting go of her hair she snaps back into position, spitting in his hand then rubbing it onto her shaved cunt. This time his aim is correct, plunging into her with the force of a locomotive, she gasps, sucking in air. "Take it, take it black bitch" he slaps her hard on the ass. Jamming his thumb into her ass, she jerks in surprise. He laughs bitterly, making circles with his thumb in her anal opening. Pulling up he bites her shoulder leaving the imprints of his teeth. His body begins tensing up his penis seems bigger now. "Pam you nasty black whore, I hope this gets you pregnant", he snarls as he's cumming. With her legs shaking from his fury, he pulls out, the sperm swims down her cocoa thighs. He smears his shitty thumb over her top lip making a mustache. And laughs as she gags in disgust. "Get on your back" he pushes her legs up high, moving in position. Looking her straight in the eye the entire time. Letting his hands wonder over her thighs watching for her reaction. Tommy's hand finds her shaved pussy, he fingers her semi-wet, tight snatch. Squatting down he tastes her alternating between licking and sucking. Pam feels the urge to moan but squeezes her eyes shut instead gritting her teeth. "Fuck! Hold your cunt open!"sensing her bodies conflict. She obliges, instantly her back arches, feeling all control dissapating. Pushing his face more into her hungry box. Feeling her body tense up. She Holds her breath but explodes anyway, hearing herself now panting. Her pussy selfishly thinking only of itself, for a moment it feels like she's flying or weightless. Slowly she starts to release the urine but becomes aware and stops it. Without thought she pushes him away once she becomes too sensitive. Lapping at her backdoor, suddenly he's up between her legs again, he slams into her vagina with a few quick jabs. Her pussy making soggy, gushy sounds. Pulling out then aiming for her super tight asshole . Yelping in pain turning her headtowardthe pillow she pushes her face into it, trying to will herself to relax. The pain is excruciating he pulls her legs up biting and nibbling her calves. For him she is intoxicating, the way she smells, tastes, feels, looks makes it almost overwhelming for him. How could a woman this deliciously beautiful be so bitchy and nasty. His sweat is pouring onto his secret crush," damn you look so good wet" Her pain, pleasure, fear, curiosity, shock only make him drive his thrust deeper. Bucking wildly he feels the waves of his approaching orgasm. Putting his feet against the foot board having extra leverage pounding her harder. Shoving in one last time emptying into her perfect round ass, lowering her legs. Climbing toward her face, straddles her chest. "Suck this shit off my dick, princess", pushing it against her lips, the head smearing juices against her cheek and against her unwilling lips. Disgusted she opens her mouth the thick shaft jams to the back of her throat. Gagging she swallows his soiled spear. Her nose pressed deep into his dark bush tickling her nose. Pulling back almost taking it out her mouth then slamming it in again. Finally, climbing off he rolls her roughly to the side. Moving behind Pamela pinching both nipples. Lifting her legs over his body, he coughs, hacking up a lewgy spits 3 times into Pam's pus. Entering with ease, "Mmmm" he moans starting to thrust into he, again. His hips churn, rubbing Pam's clit with each movement he makes. Their heat electrifies both of them, his body squirming against hers. Sucking her quarter size hard nipples while making circles around her clit, with his fingers. They fuck like a well-oiled machine, thrust meeting counter thrust. Eyes now locked together breaths in sync. Pamela gives a small whimper. He pushes faster, she whimpers more. Placing his hands around her neck. The friction is too much, with her tight snatch. Staring down at her squeezing her neck, closing off her airway. Her body spasms against him, she closes her eyes chewing her bottom lip. Letting go, she can feel her pulse in her eyelids the orgasm ripples through her body, unlocking her bladder along the way. A low dragged out groan escapes his lips, the contracting walls of her vacuum action pussy, sets him off shooting deep into her orbit and it feels amazing. Goose bumps cover his entire body, face flushed . Pulling black beauty close he roughly kisses her, then licks the side of her face. Looking her in the eyes, it almost feels like love. Suddenly feeling the wetness he jumps out the bed. Goes to the bathroom washes himself up, laughing harshly he gets dressed. Coming back to the bed. "Well it's been fun, but I've got a date tonight, hopefully she'll be as good as you!" smirk back on his face, raising an eyebrow. "Now you've got a REAL reason to have me fired, make sure you tell them how you came on my face." Sucking on his lower lip, he looks like he's about to say something, but changes his mind. Turning on his heel he's out the door, whistling with his car keys jingling in his hand. Totally, humiliated Pamela shrugs on her clothes, and takes the back stairs, to her car with a vacate smile on her face thinking "what a shitty day..." Pamela Has a Thing for Black Cock I didn't think much of the West side's Holiday Inn. I mean the lounge there is all right, and it was quiet enough there too for a Friday evening what with everyone staying closer to the coast for the view of the ocean. However the view in the lounge became incredibly terrific once this gorgeous blond babe who could have easily got a job on Baywatch came strutting in. Don't get me wrong, she wasn't dressed for any beach combing, not by a long shot. In fact, she was wearing a turtle necked sweater, a suit jacket, and matching pleated skirt that came down to her knees all made of lambs wool, and all gray save for some white trimming around the three coat pockets, beige stockings, and three inch gray paten leather pumps that matched her over the shoulder purse. Even so, anyone who really looked could tell that this woman had a body made just for fucking, and she was here to have dinner with me at her husband's request no less. Since I was the only black man in the place, and her husband had told her that she was to meet with a black man, she immediately walked over to where I was sitting, and joined me taking the chair across the coffee table from me. "I gather that you are my dinner companion tonight," she said, coming right to the point, and as I nodded the waitress came over and took her drink order before she continued, "I figured as much since you are the only black in the place." "Yeah, you could say that," I replied, taking a sip of my drink, and was about to introduce myself when she interrupted me. "I'm Pamela," she stretched out her hand for me to shake, "and no, that's not my real name, nor do I require your real name. So let me just call you Jake. Okay?" "It's your game," I replied, "if that's how you wanna play this. But I'll tell you right off, I ain't into lying, and so far that's about all I've gotten from that upstanding lawyer type that you're married to. So let me set you straight, and then if you want to leave, no hard feelings, and the drink is on me. How's that sound?" "Like a breath of fresh air," she sighed as the waitress placed her drink in front of her. "First off, Pam, or do you prefer Pamela?" "Pam's fine." "Your husband paid me $5,000.00 cash to take you out to dinner at a fine restaurant to see if I could seduce your fine white married ass. And no, there isn't anyone following me, nor does he want grounds for a divorce. He just wants to see you turned into a, how did he put it, oh yeah; "I want to see her become the biggest whore on the planet! A real craven, black loving all around fuck slutty bitch!" was the way I think he said it," she nearly choked on her drink then hearing that. "Said he'd pay me five grand up front, and another five grand IF I succeeded, and he also said you would never know that he'd planned the whole thing." "Is that so?" "Yep," I replied, taking another sip of my scotch malt, "now I've already been paid the first five grand like I said, and our meal has already been ordered and prepaid for as well. So if you like, we can go eat, and then afterwards you can head for home with no obligations on either side what so ever. Or if you prefer to eat alone, that's fine too, my room here is paid for by him too, and so is everything I need for the whole rest of the weekend Pam, including a rental car." I had watched the steam rise from the top of that glistening blond head the whole time I had been talking, and I was extremely glad that the look on her face wasn't directed at me either. You could almost see the gears in her mind ticking away in calculated scorn, verging on genius, with just a touch of sheer pissed off insanity. Pam definitely should never play poker, she didn't have the face for it. Now I on the other hand, was grinning from ear to ear without so much as showing a twitch. Women don't like to be taken for granted by their husbands in any way shape or form, and daddy war bucks had just committed the ultimate sin against a woman as beautiful as Pam. By purchasing my services, without explaining it to his wife, he had as much as said to her; "You're just not sexy enough to get another man interested in you without my paying for him." When Pam's face changed again, what I saw shinning out through her eyes then was not something I would have wished on my worst enemy, but then even my worst enemy isn't a Lawyer. "I'd love to join you for dinner Jake," she said, then gulped down her whole drink in one swallow before adding as she put her drink down, "it will give us some time to get to know one another... more intimately, shall we say," and there was no hiding that wicked grin on her face now, even if she wanted to, and I knew her ass, and everything else on her was mine. I'll give her this, she tried hard to get as drunk as a wino with twenty bucks cash on him, and maybe under other circumstances she would have. But we both knew she was going to go to bed with me back at the Holiday Inn after dinner, and I think that's what kept her from getting blitzed. That and the fact that I had them water down her drinks for her. She'd just never done anything this outrageous, not even in college, nor anytime in her life had she gone out with a black man, let alone gone to bed with him. But she'd heard all the legends. Those tales told in smoke filled ladies powder rooms where no males dare to tread. And I saw the question coming even before she asked it. "Is it true? I mean... what people say... about..." "Nigger's having great big horse sized cocks, you mean?" I finished for her. "Well, er... yes." "Only one way to find out for sure Pam," I replied, "but I'll warn you ahead of time. If you're seriously thinking of breaking the color barrier keep this old saying in mind: "Once they go black, they never turn back," and no truer words were ever spoken." "I'm not very big... um, down there," she nearly squeaked it out, "I mean, if all the stories are true, I could get hurt, or damaged permanently, couldn't I?" There it was, at last out in the open, and she'd left it completely in my hands. If I said I wouldn't hurt her, then she was ready to spread her legs for me. I'd already shown that I could be trusted, by not lying to her up front. However I wasn't gonna bullshit Pam on this, because it very well could hurt, at least in the beginning, and I told her as much. "There are no guarantees in life Pam. First off though, let me set you straight on one thing. Babies come from that little opening, and no human cock on earth is as big as a baby, maybe an elephant's or a sperm whale's is, but the sperm whale no longer exist. Now I don't know how large your ole man is down there, but if his brain is any comparison then I'd say you've been short changed by that needle dick the bug fucker, wouldn't you?" Pam's nodding head agreeing with that last statement was the end of her husband's rule over her. She was ready, willing, and oh so finely able now. Her smile then, though meant just for me, was like a radiant morning sunrise lighting everything in sight. "Let's fuck, and say we didn't," I suggested, implying right then that her husband could keep his money, I just wanted her, and after all, it was the truth. "Nope," Pam said, putting down her fork and dabbing at her chin with the napkin thoughtfully, "let's fuck, and tell the whole fucking world," then she got up and excused herself to go to the ladies room. I finished cleaning my plate of the gourmand meal, then ordered another drink, and was half way through with it when I felt her presence standing next to me on the right and just behind me. I'm sure it was just the scent of her fragrant perfume permeating the very air around me, but nevertheless, I turned, and beheld the new Pam for the very first time. She was standing there waiting, and had this dazzling Mona Lisa smile on her face, and damn little else below that. Pam must have taken the time to change while in the ladies room because gone were the scratchy gray woolen's, and in there place was a short silky black backless thing that clung to her flesh from the waist up to just above her erect nipples, and came down over her hips flowing to about mid thigh or higher. Gone also were the beige nylons, replaced by sheer black lacy things, and black ankle strapped stiletto high heels. Pam had also added a fresh coating of make-up to her face, only slightly less conservative, but expressive nonetheless. I could see that she wasn't wearing a bra now, and I wondered what, if anything she had on underneath that dress now. "Damn!" "You like?" She asked, knowing full well that I did. "An outfit like that deserves to be seen in public," I said, "care to go dancing?" "I'd love to," and she almost melted the next table's desert when she said; "but I think we should go to your hotel room first and fuck. I want to have your cum running down the insides of my legs while we dance." I of course could only grin, leave a tip, and lead the way out of there to a waiting cab. The looks of envy on the faces of those around us was more than obvious to both of us, and we were no sooner in the taxi than she was pulling down my pant's zipper, reaching in, and hauling out my slab of semi hard black meat. "Holy shit! Is that thing alive?" Her voice incredulous, but her face filled with a new hunger. Then suddenly, with the black cab driver looking on, she bent down, and kissed the head of my prick leaving a red lipstick imprint, then parted her pouting lips and slid her face down over my ebony pole just as natural as chicks gobbling worms for the first time. "Um, where to, Sir?" The black cab driver asked watching Pamela as she tried valiantly to swallow my big black prick whole hog right there at the curb. "We're going to the Holiday Inn West, but take your time, and make sure you go where plenty of people can catch this married white bitch sucking on my big black Nigger dick in here. And if you do a good job I'll let you have sloppy seconds after you get off of work tonight. Okay?" "YES, Sir!" ************ I was half way to blowing my first nut in Pamela's face when we pulled into a well lit convenient style gas station/store that was really jumping with local traffic. Anyone who wanted to could just look in our cab and see that a white wife was sucking like a hungry calf at my 10-inch and thick mission statement, and damn, could that woman suck a dick. Every time someone came close by I'd reach over and lift the hem of her dress up in back to reveal her naked white fanny in all of its glory, and grab and fondle that marbled white ass with my large black hands, even dipping a finger into her molten hot snatch to finger fuck her. And each time I did that the person looking in would go wide eyed in disbelief at what they saw, stop dead in there tracks for a moment, get a real good look, then smile at me before moving on. Several even coming back to get a closer look to see if they knew the woman, or just wanted to confirm that what they'd seen the first time wasn't their imaginations gone wild. And they all weren't just men either, though they were mostly white save for the guy who worked there, who came out to have a look for himself after hearing about it inside from his customers. "You planning on staying in my parking lot all night?" He asked hopefully. "Naw," I replied, "just gathering up missionaries as I go along. We're gonna be at the Holiday Inn West sometime after midnight if you'd care to join us for a drink." "I'll close early," he shot back. "Room 769," I said as the cab driver got back in the cab, and we pulled away. "That's two my dear," I announced to Pamela, "shall we make it three, or will that be sufficient for tonight?" "Whatever you think is best," Pamela said lifting her head up from my dick for the moment, "I'm your whore from now on." Man oh man; she must have really been pissed at Peter, to say something like that when I hadn't even slipped the dick into her pussy yet. I decided right then that it was time to see just how committed to doing this she really was. "Pull over to the side of the road, driver," I told the cabby, right after he had gotten onto the freeway. "Yes Sir!" "Oh, and be ready for a fast getaway if we have to," I instructed him as he stopped the cab, and I pulled Pamela out of the passenger side with me after lifting her head from my lap. "What say we do it right here over the hood of the cab Pamela, so that every car going by will see you getting shanked by a big black dick." She didn't say a thing, just came into me and kissed me for the first time. One of those kinds of kisses meant for sailors who come home after six months at sea. Where tongues duel, and you feel like your soul is being sucked right out of your flesh. That kind of kiss, the kind that lead to other delights. In moments I had her up on the taxi's hood with her legs around my back as she pulled her dress out of the way then guided me to her vulva, and helped me to get that first inch inside of her. It was definitely tight inside of there, but her pussy stretched out around the head of my dick just like I'd told her it would, and with her fears now gone, I slowly entered her one inch at a time. It got incredibly tight once I passed the five inch mark, and I knew I was in virgin territory then, so I took it much easier going in from that point on. Again, once she saw that I wasn't going to intentionally hurt her Pamela relaxed. Still kissing all this while, and clinging to each other I at last bumped up against the end of that slippery wet tight white hole. That's when her breath rushed out of her breaking our first kiss. "Ooooooooooophhh! I think I just met a Sperm Whale! I hope it's all in there because I think you're tickling my liver with the head of your dick Jake!" "It's all in, Pam," I said soothingly, grinning back at her, "and see, it fits just like I said it would." "Yeah, huh," She giggled, "and now I know what giving birth will feel like." I didn't argue with that, just chuckled and closed in for another kiss as I took hold of her ass with both hands, and slowly eased half way back out, then back in. Half way out and back in I stroked as I felt her cuming already just from having my black cock inside of her pussy out there on the freeway. I, or rather Peter, had created one very hot lady/whore, and I was glad then that I hadn't taken off my suit jacket the way her nails were raking my back as she shot off like a rocket into the orgasm zone. I started to use longer strokes then, and also picked up the pace. She'd said she wanted to go dancing with my cum running down the insides of her finely honed long elegant legs, and now was as good a time as any to make that a reality. She no sooner came down from that first orgasm than she was well into her second as I continued to plow that little white slit of hers into a full-blown furrow. Car lights passed like streamers whizzing by as we fucked like two animals in the road, with the occasional horns blaring from truckers, and automobiles as they saw what we were up to. We fucked there out on the side of the interstate for fifteen minutes before I finally blasted my first wad deep inside of that tight fiery wet fissure, and right up against her cervix, the entrance to Pamela's womb. Which is where most of my massive load went I'm sure, as it dribbled out of her the rest of the night, just the way she'd wanted. Pamela came right along with me too, and this orgasm must have been the real bell ringer, as she shuddered and shook, trembling like a sail lufting in the wind in epileptic like seizures, and groaning as if she were Atlas himself lifting up the world onto his shoulders for the very first time. I don't know if Peter ever experienced this kind of thing with his wife before, but I swear her pussy started sucking on my dick like it was trying to milk me dry. Her cunt lining like little rippling waves massaging the full length of my shaft the whole time she was climaxing as I poured my black seed into her white vagina. And at last we broke from that second kiss, and the world around us returned to reality. "I think we're ready to go dancing now," she sighed with this really contented cat just ate the mouse smile. "I think you may be right about that," I replied, and pulled out of her. It was like a dam had just burst the way her cunt evacuated then, running down the right front fender like a foaming white waterfalls to the ground below, some even catching on the tire and drooling down in slime runners on it. "Damn Jake! You ARE part stallion!" And we both laughed then, and she gave me a loving peck on the lips as I helped her off the hood, and without bothering to wipe up she got right into the back seat of the cab with me, and we drove off towards the nightlife with her once again bent down licking and sucking at my big black prick. ************ The cab driver said he knew a great place to go if I wanted to show her off while dirty dancing, and he at last introduced himself as Big Mike. I thought the name most appropriate because he filled in the front seat of that taxi like a Rhino sitting in a VW. Not fat mind you, just fucking big, with muscles on his muscles, and like me, he too shaved his head to keep cool. (I found out later that he played full back at UCLA, and was being considered for the pros first draft when he graduates next year. Big Mike, as it turned out, was just one of his nick names.) "What do you call this place Mike?" I asked. "The Hilton Harlem." "Sounds most appropriate," I replied, "don't you think, dear?" But all Pamela did was nod her head, and kept on sucking my dick. The place was well named as it looked as clean and elegant as any real Hilton Hotel ever has, and the people who went in were both blacks and whites, coupled separately together, and a few, like Pamela and I, but all dressed for a night on the town, and there wasn't a pair of blue denims in the place. However it had to be the music there that had brought them all together, as there was a live R&B group playing, called the Soul Connection. Big Mike had grabbed a sport jacket from the trunk, and with his white turtleneck sweater he fit right in with us. We had just gotten to our table, and I ordered drinks, a Pepsi for Mike, a beer for me, and a fuzzy navel for Pamela, when the group started to play an Otis Redding song that just seemed perfect for the occasion, since we were in San Francisco anyway, even if removed from the bay area proper. "Care to dance?" I asked, holding out my right hand to Pamela as she took the first sip of her drink. Now we would find out just how serious she was about that statement of hers about dancing with my cum running down her legs so that everyone could see and know that I'd just fucked the shit out of this sexy married white lady. But she nearly jumped up and dragged me to the dance floor then, and once out there, the only couple on the floor I might add, she melted into me, pressing her barely concealed flesh up against mine, molding herself to me. I could have sworn I could even feel her nipples poking into me she was so close, and I know I felt her heat below as she followed me around the floor with her cunt pressed up against my right thigh the whole damn time we were out there. Her hair smelled of springtime, and flowers dipped in a rainstorm, and she'd applied fresh perfume, and make-up right after we'd arrived. I don't know if it was accidental, whether in my mind I'd preconceived it, but as we danced my hands ended up on Pamela's butt cheeks holding, and squeezing them like two small basket balls together, and that caused her to snuggle in even closer, if that was possible. So I raised my hands upward drawing the bottom of the silky dress up as I did, and gave everyone in there a view of what I consider the most perfect female derriere in the entire world. The sudden round of applause as the music continued to play said that a lot of people in there agreed with me. I could feel her smile at my chest then, and I would have been contented to hold onto that moment for the rest of my life. I didn't let the back of the dress fall back in place until the song was over, and we returned to our seats, but I did keep my hands there on her ass the rest of the time out there. Pamela Has a Thing for Black Cock We only had taken a sip of our drinks when a fast tune came on, and Big Mike asked for the honors this time, and away she went. Now the song may have been faster than the one we'd just danced, but that didn't stop Big Mike from getting his feels in. Oh no. In fact it was like watching those beboppers the way he twirled her around out there, showing just about everything Pam has to an appreciative audience in the process, and putting his hands on her everywhere to boot before the song ended and they returned laughing, and giggling to the table with beads of perspiration popping out on their foreheads. "Damn! This girl can dance!" Big Mike said. "She sure the hell can," said a new voice, "who's your friends Mike?" "Hey Rick!" Yelled Big Mike, and got up and picked the lanky black gentleman straight up off the floor in a big bear hug before putting him back down and introducing us. "I'd like you to meet my latest fare, that's Jake, he's the money man, and this is Pamela, she's his money maker." For a moment there I thought Big Mike had blown it for us with that last remark, but one look at Pamela, and damn if Big Mike hadn't scored big with that comment. Most women, even those stepping out on their husbands with their husband's permission don't like being called a prostitute, and that's pretty much what Big Mike had introduced her as to his friend, the owner of the Hilton Harlem as it turned out. "Indeed," Rick arched his left eyebrow as he shook Pam's hand, then looking at me said, "you are richer than anyone in this room then." I thought Pamela was gonna melt to the floor and leave only a puddle at that piece of flattery. "You sir, are so very right," I replied, adding my vote to his, "would you care to join us?" "Well, I only have time for a dance," he said, then looked to Pam, and nodded towards the dance floor. Pam looked at me, and I nodded my okay, as was appropriate for the situation, and off she went again. It was another fast dance, but not as fast as the last one, and I swear they almost did the dirty right out there on the dance floor the way Rick went about it, and when they returned to our table there was a wet spot on his right thigh from Pam's cunt no less, but he wore it like it were the medal of honor. "We're staying at the Holiday Inn West over night Rick, and we'd love to have you join us there for drinks after you close up your place," I offered. "I may not get there until two in the morning," he replied, as if that were a concern. "That's okay, we'll still be partying, just bring along whatever you want to drink, and Pam here will provide for everything else you might require." "I'll be there," he said, and we shook hands on it just before I took Pam out for another slow song, and this time while we were out there, I had my finger in her cunt the whole time. By the time ten o'clock rolled around we had to get out of there, and go back to the hotel, or end up fucking in the men's room, and I figured we had enough players for the night then as things stood anyway, so we departed, and headed for the hotel room at last. ************ I suppose Pamela was in rare form, because as we entered the lobby three abreast with her in the middle she grabbed a hand full of both Big Mike's and my ass at the same time. The looks we got from those white people in the lobby was absolutely priceless. We were a walking Oreo cookie with Pam in the middle as the cream filling, and everyone, and I mean everyone there knew we were taking Pamela up to my room to fuck the shit out of her. Hell, the elevator doors hadn't even closed and Peter's wife already had both of our cocks out and was jerking off our two black tree trunks in her delicate lily white hands as she smiled out at the people staring at us in dumb founded amazement, and the last thing they saw as the doors slowly closed was her going down on her knees opening her mouth to take Big Mike in. "Whore!" Came from the little old lady sitting in the chair nearest the elevator at the very last moment. However I did see Pamela's mouth close over that monolith, and that really was one hell of a sight. They don't call him Big Mike for nothing, and his actual physical build aside; the guy was hung like a damn mule. Unlike me, he was circumcised, and while my dick tapers at the end getting thicker as it gets nearer my pubic hairs, Mike was just plain fucking big all over. Almost the thickness of a policeman's nightstick, and it had to be over a foot in length. I don't know how she got the head in her mouth, let alone the first six inches of that hog leg, but she did. Pam's gag reflex kicked in several times on the way up to our floor, but she never once took her mouth off of that big black cock stretching her lips out until the doors spread open wide. Then she just stood up, and we headed for my room with two cocks in her hands, and both of them hard as a pike pole. Since I had already fucked Pam out on the highway, I was magnanimous, and handed Pamela over to Big Mike, after first getting a look of concern from her which I basically shrugged off as old jitters from before. "Babies, remember," I whispered in her ear kissing the back of her neck, then releasing her into Big Mike's care. Pam wasn't totally convinced, but she was a most willing pupil, and luckily, Big Mike is one of those large men who, when with a woman as petite as Peter's wife is, becomes a great big cuddly Teddy bear lover. Leading Pam to the edge of my spare bed he reached down and took the hem of her black silken dress and lifted it up slowly. The tops of her black lacy nylon thigh highs came into view right away, as did the rivulets of my last visit along the insides of her upper thigh, and from then on there was nothing but flesh, and a tiny tuft of manicured pubic hair. Not blonde to be sure, but fascinatingly a brownish red like the famed burning bush, and it was shaped like an elongated diamond pointing to and away from her delightfully perky clitoris. Eating pussy for sure. The dress continued upward then, along tight yet softly supple curved muscled flesh, up still higher exposing her jade like belly button, and higher still until it unfurled to expose Pam's ripe firm luscious mammies capped with those erect pink nipples that had been poking out of her thin dress all night. How can I liken them? To say they were melon like, or to compare those breasts to any fruit, would cheapen them, they were just too magnificent, not overly large for her build by any means, but more than a hand full to be sure. No, they were more like the breasts we might envision mother earth having, you know, those perfect round symmetrical twin halves of the sun, or moon depending on the time of the day. Yes, they were just perfect for Pamela's hourglass figure, and they weren't there by any plastic surgeon's hands either. Big Mike finally slipped the dress up and off of Pamela then, and let it fall to the floor beside them, and now it was Pamela's turn to undress him, and her fingers flew over the buttons, snaps and zippers until Big Mike stood there before her like a living mountain of pure chocolate. I guess Pamela has a real sweet tooth because she once again gobbled down that massive chocolate bar, trying to sword swallow it whole just one last time. That she failed isn't important, that she was willing to try is. Seeing her at last give up, Big Mike pulled her up onto her feet, then picked her up, and gently laid her down full length on the bed before climbing in-between her open arms and spread wide silky white thighs. There was a moment of hesitation on Pamela's part, then she reached down between them, and guided Big Mike's dick right to the entrance of her vagina, parting the lips with one hand as she pulled his dick head into her slit with the other. Pushing forward a bit with his hips, and concentrating a steady but gentle strain Big Mike succeeded in getting the head all the way in, but the effect was that Pam's pussy bulged out around it like a balloon being poked at with a finger. "It's okay, it doesn't hurt, it just needs a little stretching out is all," Pamela said with a grin as sweat beaded her brow, "just go real slow Mike until I get used to you." He nodded and looked down at where they were connected, and she rotated her hips managing to take in another half of an inch on her own. "See, it'll fit," and we all laughed at that. It took over half an hour before Big Mike finally bottomed out inside of your wife, with over three inches still hanging out side, but he was more than happy, as was Pamela. From that moment on Pamela became the whore Peter wanted her to be, but she became my whore then, not Peter's. Mine and any other black man who wanted her, as slowly but surely Big Mike's cock pulled back out, then pushed back in, and Pamela began cuming on the second stroke, as she let loose with a screaming hiss of triumph. "Yes!" It came out of her like a long rolling hiss of a snake. It was then that Big Mike's thick lips joined her pouting ones for a long sensual tongue duel silencing her, and her arms and legs went up around behind the big black mountain of a man and clung to him as if for dear life. Slowly but surely those thrusts got longer, and became faster paced until Big Mike's cock was thrusting 9 full inches at a shot in and out of her leaving only one inch inside, and barreling down that long snug tunnel to the bottom, and nudging into her cervix with every damn thrust. Pamela couldn't stop cuming, she just kept on going like the energizer fuck bunny, her claws raking Mike's back causing welts, her heels pounding at his black ass as if mounted on a horse and kicking its sides to run faster. Had it been most any other man Mike might have cuffed her one, but I think he was really getting into Pamela's energetic passion, and only picked up the pace some more. In and out, in and out, over and over again like an automatic well digger he pumped that white pussy with his big black cock, and I swear it looked to be going in deeper every time he did. I know her body was bouncing up and down frantically, and every time he came down Pamela's ass was embedded deeper and deeper into that mattress. Since it looked like the two of them were going to be a while I picked up the phone in the room and ordered drinks from room service. Then when the drinks arrived I signed for them, and put them on the dresser. I got a weird look from the porter though, but perhaps that was because of the number of drinks I ordered, and not the moaning and groaning Pamela was making behind me on the bed with Big Mike. With my drink in hand I turned on the television real low, so as not to disturb them, then relaxed sitting back in the chair sipping my drink. What's that? You want more details? Hey, they fucked solid for two fucking hours almost, and by then the gas station attendant arrived, and he took two hours fucking Pamela, but then of course by the time he left, Rick got there. Now as I said, Rick is a lanky man, even in a suit you can tell he's skinny as a rail, and not much taller than Pamela's 5' 6" in height, but he's a real lover all right. However by then Pamela's pussy was all stretched out and soggy from her last three different black cocks, so he had something else in mind for her. Getting undressed, he folded his clothes neatly and hung them up in the closet giving both of us plenty of time to see his equipment. Yeah, I know, you never look, right. Bullshit. Anyway, Rick has what I call a snake for a cock, and I don't mean a boaconstricter either. It's all of a foot in length, but as skinny as the rest of him. So when he rolled your wife over onto her stomach to take her anally, I just gave her a shrug. After all, she could just say no, and that would be the end of it. There was a tube of KY jelly on the nightstand, and she saw him reach for it, and lube himself up first. Then he came over to her and did the finger dance on Pamela's sphincter. You should have seen her wriggle her butt back at him when he stuck first one, then two, and three fingers into Pamela's asshole. I knew then that there wasn't much that she'd say no to when it came to black men, and I started to give that some real thought after that. The TV was forgotten now, they were only playing old black and white movies by then anyway, and I was turned watching them now, and decided to get into the act if only verbally. "Hold open your ass cheeks for him Pamela," I coached, and sure enough your wife reached behind her and pulled her heart shaped butt cheeks wide apart right away. "Good girl," I said, "now raise your butt up a bit. Show him that you want his Nigger dick to fuck you in your tight married white ass, baby. Yeah, like that, now beg him to fuck your married white booty, and let's hear you say please too." "Ooooooohhhh please Rick! Stick your big long black dick up my married white ass! Pleeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaassssse! I want it dirty!" Pamela didn't have to ask Rick twice, and I watched as he carefully brought his greased up black roto-rootered snake right up against that winking teeny, tiny little greased hole. Then with patience, like those who fucked your wife before that evening, Rick slowly forced the head of his dick in. However he had no intention of stopping with just the head, and he kept on going until his ball sack lay up against Pamela's sloppy slit underneath. "Ooooooooooooooooooo shit!" Pamela groaned as it went in, but whether in pain or pleasure or both, she never said, she just got up on her hands and knees then, and started rocking back and forth in the doggy position. "That's it bitch, fuck back at that Nigger dick," I cheered, "I can see now that you really get into it when the dirt turns to mud, don't ya." "Yesssssss! Ooooooooooo, yessssssssss! Fuck my ass baby! It feels soooooooooooooo fucking gooooooooooooooooood!" "You ever let the ole man," meaning her husband Peter, "fuck you in the ass?" "Noooo, no never!" Pamela groaned still rocking, and she looked so damn fucking sexy with her wonderful titties gently swaying as she rocked her tight white fanny back and forth, back and forth, and then she added, "and he never will either!" There was no doubt about her resolve now, and Rick and I did a silent high five over her back then. We had her fine white ass now for sure. She was strictly Nigger Pussy from now on, and the way she said; "and he never will either!" well, if Peter had been there, heard the vindictive venom in her voice? Well, he would have surely whimpered, and buried his head in the toilet bowl before flushing. And believe me, when she talked about him from then on, if she talked about him at all, it was to say what a low life scum bag he was, or even worse. Why, she called him everything but a lawyer, she was so pissed off at him. Back and forth, she rocked, and on each backward thrust as she buried that black prick up her fine white ass she would revolve her hips and grind back into Rick's kinky pubic hairs. No fool that man, he just let her fuck herself that way, and stood his ground holding on to her hips, or reaching around to tweak at her pink nipples, her hair flying around her head in waves as she began to really whip her butt back against his abs. "Oooooooooooooh! Oh, uhn, yes, so good! Gonna cum! Gonna cum with your dick... up my ass!" "That's it slut! Fuck your own ass with that Nigger dick! Show us what a low life cunt motherfucking bitch you can be!" I thought right then that she was really getting off on all the verbal abuse, because she started cuming right then, and real hard too. "Damn! This bitch's ass is trying to suck me right in, man!" "You hear that Pamela? Looks like your ole man turned you into a whore after all!" "AAaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!" She jammed the pillow in her mouth then and trembled all over like a leaf, and that's when Rick took over, and began to really shag her ass good. "That's it Rick! Fuck the filthy whore! Jam that Nigger dick up her ass so far that she can suck the shit off the end of it! And after you finish cuming up that fine booty, give the slut a piss enema!" I guess all the dirty talk was just too much for the both of them as that's when Rick shot his load up Pamela's ass. You'd have thought someone had just pressed two live wires to her flesh the way Pamela started jerking right then on the end of Rick's prick in epileptic like convulsions. All too soon, at least as far as Rick was concerned, it was over, and they lay there piled up on one another on my spare bed like two rag dolls. Pam had passed out, though I'm not sure whether from exhaustion, or the powerful orgasm that bulldozered over her. Rick pulled out after he caught his breath, wiped the slime off of his dick on her bare butt, then took a shower and went home to his own wife leaving us alone at last. Since Pamela was passed out so prettily, I took off my clothes, and eased my dick right up her well lubricated butt hole without any protests, then rolled us both over onto our right sides, and fell asleep spooned together with her. It was already Saturday morning, and the sun would be peeking in through the wide-open window soon, and I had a long day scheduled for the both of us. If she woke up she'd find that I was in her ass, and that she could take me there without being torn to shreds. And if by chance she wanted to fuck my prick with her ass from that point on, she was more than welcome to. In fact, I expected to be able to take that fine white ass from now on whenever I wanted to without complaint. After all, she'd said she was my whore now, right? As it turned out she woke me up only three hours later with my laying on my back and her sitting on top of me as she did deep knee bends, fucking herself in the ass with my cock as she diddled her own pussy.