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Dirty Black Summer Ch. 01

By: Stardog Champion



** Author Note-- Staci, thanks for sharing the idea & the inspiration...

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Summer Franklin walked into my office for the first time one Tuesday afternoon last November. I was just getting ready to grab my coat and head out the door to get some lunch when my secretary buzzed me to say there was a walk-in client waiting in the lobby to see me.

I'd gotten to work about two hours early that morning to get a head start on an especially troublesome case and hadn't touched a morsel of food since the night before. Needless to say I was fidgety and not in the best of moods, and could almost taste the burger I was gonna order from Benny's Bar & Grill down the street when a nervous, but very well mannered black woman walked into my office. The bags beneath her eyes were the size of saucers and it was clear from her gait when she took a few steps that a good night's sleep hadn't been on her plate in quite awhile.

I laid my coat back down, smiled and extended my hand which she shook with a very tentative and slightly sweaty grip. She pulled her purse strap down over her shoulder and took the seat I'd offered her.

"I want to divorce my Husband," she managed to say, doing everything she could to avoid making eye contact.

Pushing the box of tissues I kept on my desk for just such occasions gently over to her, I leaned back in my seat and waited for her to continue.

The woman had a very intriguing air about her as she detailed the unraveling of her 12 year marriage. There was certainly a scab of hardness about her demeanor, but looking into the sparkling pool of tears just waiting to overflow from her eyes, it was clear that was also a vast gulf of vulnerability inside her as well. I listened patiently for over 10 minutes, nodding my head when she made an especially forceful point and jotting down an occasional note to come back to if need be, just as I'd done with the hundreds of other men and women I'd dealt with in similar situations since graduating from law school 20 years ago and going into business for myself. 

I was sure there was an element of truth in what the sobbing woman was telling me, but from experience I was also sure the Husband probably had a few points on his side as well. More often than not, the truth lay somewhere in between. So as the woman continued laying out her case for me taking up her cause, I did what I often did when other disgruntled wives came into my office. I sat there and mentally undressed her.

Summer Franklin was a decent looking woman, but at 34 and forced to work three part time jobs to keep food in her two kids' mouths because of the philandering ways of her Husband, it was apparent she was aging quicker than she would have liked. No taller than 5'4" with an average build, the knee length dress Summer wore had seen many a Sunday at church I guessed, and sadly gave away very few secrets about the body hiding beneath.

Leaning forward slightly in my seat to feign more interest than I had, I looked deep into the welling swells of Summer's dark brown eyes and decided that I wanted her.

"So are you married?" she asked me out of the blue, breaking the temporary hypnosis I'd put myself under.

"Ah...use to be...divorced about 10 years ago. So yes...I've certainly been on your side of the desk before," I added, sensing my admission put Summer a little more at ease.

It took about 20 minutes but I felt I was earning Summer's trust. Her body language and tone had softened considerably being able to tell her side of the story, but I could see she was gearing herself to ask me a really tough question.

"...I'll be honest with you Mr. Jenson...ahh...Money's kind of tight right now," Summer hesitantly began. 

"I'd be glad...you know...to maybe...kinda set up a payment plan...and...," she continued, the strength of her voice receding with each passing word as if she could gauge from my eyes what my eventual answer would be.

"I'll be honest with you Mrs. Franklin," I finally saved her the dignity and interrupted. 

"I have a lot on my plate right now," I said, pointing towards the mountain of files piled on me desk. "Your case does sound very do-able though...I actually know a woman a few blocks over who's carved quite a niche for herself handling cases like yours. I've faced her several times in court...she knows what she's doing and from what I've heard she's much more reasonable on her fee...even does some pro-bono work for certain clients."

Summer's eyes visibly lit up hearing the pro-bono option and she gladly took the business card for the other lawyer when I'd fished one out of my desk drawer. Now it was my turn to ask her an awkward question.

"I have to ask Mrs. Franklin...you mentioned a few minutes ago you were worried if you filed for divorce that your Husband would seek full custody of the kids...That happens very rarely...even in extreme cases. Is there any reason that would be a genuine concern of yours?" I asked, more in a friendly tone than that of counsel.

Summer sighed several times and I could see her ringing her hands in her lap as I sat there patiently, allowing her tentativeness to dissolve.

"There might be a few things from my past that Larry might want to dredge up...nothing illegal or even all that much of a big deal... but stuff I'd like to keep in the past all the same," Summer said softly, now rubbing her left temple to fend of the obvious headache taking root.

Now I really was intrigued, but my stomach continued to growl.

"I was just headed out the door to grab some lunch...to the grill just down the street...care to join me...lunch is on me," I leaned back and offered as I once again grabbed my coat.

"I might have a few ideas having dealt with situations like yours Mrs. Franklin...and since I'm not taking your case, we might be able to color outside the lines a little here," I added.

Looking beat but a little intrigued herself, she looked up at me and cautiously agreed to join me for a bite to eat.

"Please...call me Summer...considering Franklin's my Husband's name...hearing it just makes me ill right now," she gathered the energy to smile and say.

"Then Summer it is," I replied before escorting her out the door and down the street.

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Turns out Summer had been a stripper back in college. Certainly not on the far end of the 'You're gonna burn in Hell" continuum, but given Summer's concern over this little bit of dirty laundry being aired in the middle of a potential divorcee proceeding, I understood her concern. She told me she made the gut-wrenching decision to try stripping her Junior year at school after her scholarship money dried up a the same time her parents were facing some financial hurdles. She'd gotten a job working at one of the joints in Greensboro, a few of miles from where she was going to school at Winston Salem State, knowing full well against her better judgment that many of the boys attending classes there would frequent the club. One of those men happened to be a dashing senior named Larry Franklin, the man she would soon marry.

Larry had been at the club one night and happened to come along when a much less desirable gentleman was hassling Summer to no end. Larry had moved in and wound up giving the appreciative 21 year old girl a ride home that night. Four months later she was pregnant with his baby and by the Fall of what would have been her Senior year, Summer found herself married and not enrolled in school. Larry had been adamant about her staying home with their first child as he started his career, but it wasn't long after their Son was born that Summer found herself yet pregnant again. Returning to college soon became an afterthought.

Thankfully, only Summer's Husband and a handful of her college friends knew about that four month stint taking her clothes off and dancing for tips. She told me she'd be devastated if her Mom and Dad were to ever find out, especially since she did it when they were going through some tough times. Summer also dreaded the psychological fallout that would result if her two young kids had to discover she'd done that for a living. The fact that their Father met her while he was patronizing the place just wouldn't carry the same albatross of shame.

"It does sound like you're between a rock and a hard place," I told her as the waitress approached with our food.

"He's got to have a few skeletons of his own, Summer...a few vulnerable spots...tell me about his job, about his family, tell me what makes him tick?" I prodded her further, taking the liberty to reach out with my right hand and pat her left softly, making sure to rub my fingertip over the diamond wedding band on her ring finger as if to subtly remind her of everything her Husband had put her through.

"Time we start turning over some stones," I told her. 

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Summer mentioned her Husband had a pot habit and drank a little too much sometimes. He also had a penchant for gambling and sleeping with women who weren't his Wife. With a good lawyer on his side, none of that would have amounted to a hill of beans in a courtroom. We needed something a little stronger, something a little more personal to get Larry Franklin's attention. After delving deeper into Larry's background with Summer's help, steadily a couple of weak spots in his constitution came into view.

The first one happened to revolve around the fact that Larry had been forced into being a 'Father Figure' for his three younger brothers after their Dad abandoned the family. Larry had been 12 when his old man fled the scene and according to Summer, always cherished the role of being the wise, cool and all-knowing Big Brother.

Having just received a promotion and a corner office at work, Summer also said Larry had grown quite cocky about his career after spending the first eight years at his company, trying to get a foothold on the corporate ladder. She said he relished, and took almost sadistic delight in finally being the Boss of many of the same people he'd fought tooth and nail for that position.

Summer also made a point of mentioning that her Husband was extremely proud of his charm and virility around women, a trait that he'd possessed when she first met him but unfortunately had continued well into their marriage with a seemingly endless array of women on the side. 

It seemed Larry's pride and overinflated ego had been the constant thread binding those three things together and as I listening intently to Summer's description of him, a very workable plan coalesced in my head.

"I think we can do this," I smiled and told the attractive black woman sitting across from me as I made a toasting gesture with my glass of beer.

She gestured back with her glass of diet soda with a cautious but definite twinkle in her dark, tired eyes. 

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The first thing I did was give Summer my keys to the timeshare I had up at the resort about about 20 minutes away so she'd have a safe place to stay in case things got messy when the shit started to hit the fan. She dropped her two Sons off at their Grandmother's for a few days, using the excuse that she needed some time to clear her head and decide what decision to make about her future. After re-arranging her schedule with her jobs so she'd have a three day window free, we put the plan into action.

The cabin was already stocked with about a week's worth of supplies but Summer and I shopped for a few perishables before I drove her up there to see her new digs.

We did wind up having sex that first night at my mountain retreat. There wasn't a lot of tenderness or intimacy involved, more like two people who had a passing attraction for one another working out all the built up stress, and allowing a wave of endorphins to sweep in and clear our heads for the upcoming task. That's not to say Summer wasn't a very willing and giving lover, most women in her spot always proved to be. There has to be some sort of strand in the feminine DNA that causes a woman going through a divorce to go the extra mile in bed with the first man they're with after their Husband, just to prove they aren't the one with the 'problem' in the relationship. Breaking the physical ice between us probably also helped make what we were about to do go much smoother.

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Summer had told me one of her Husband's younger brothers was a manager at a McDonalds in town. Remembering what she'd said about how much pride Larry Franklin took in being the bigshot, older Brother role model for his three siblings, I figured that was as good as any place to start. We pulled into the parking lot a little before 2 that afternoon with me driving Summer's beat-up Camry and she sitting beside me.

"You ready?" I asked as we wheeled around to the drive-thru menu board.

"...As I'll ever be," she replied. "That's Rob's car over there so he is here."

"Good," I added, feeling a definite tingle of excitement welling in my balls.

"Welcome to McDonald's...May I take your order?" an Hispanic sounding female voice came over the intercom.

I simply asked for two large sodas and the young girl told me my total and said drive around to the window. As we made the loop around, Summer reached across with her right hand and placed it over my slacks, squeezing my cock gently several times as we came to a stop behind the car in front of us.

"MMMMM...This is gonna be something," I laughed and looked in Summer's eyes.

Once the other car got their food and pulled off, I eased Summer's car up to the window and handed the chubby teenage girl working the drive-thru $3.

"Keep the change," I told her as she turned to put the money in the till.

With the window clear for a few seconds, Summer peaked in to see if she could see her Brother-in-Law.

"Do you see him?" I asked, inhaling her sweet smelling perfume as she leaned across me.

"No," Summer quickly replied as she sat back down.

Just as the drive-thru girl prepared to hand our drinks out to use, Summer planted a wet and well practiced kiss on the right side of my face, making sure the employee got a real good look as she was handing me the sodas. It was clear from the amount of beet red blush that spread across the chunky Latina's cheeks that she saw the over the top kiss the black woman beside me gave me.

"Is Rob Franklin working today?" I asked as I took the sodas from her shaking hand.

I just sat there with the car idling, watching the skittishness spread across the girl's face as Summer continued to massage my cock through my pants.

"Rob Franklin...one of the managers...is he working today?" I smiled once again and asked.

The girl nodded her head but didn't move a muscle otherwise.

"Then could you run and get him for me...it'll only take a second?" I nodded after taking a swig of my soda.

Finally the girl turned then disappeared out of sight.

"Ready Summer...you know we only get one shot at this," I turned and whispered.

"Yep," she said before kissing me on the lips. 

Then we both sat there watching the window, waiting for her Brother-in-Law to appear. 

Hearing a male voice say Summer's name from a distance, I instantly tensed knowing this was the moment of truth. Realizing my part in this portion of the plan was to simply be a prop, I just kept my mouth shut and allowed the dialogue to play out between Rob and his Sister-in-Law.

I could feel the rather immense shadow of Rob Franklin on my left shoulder now but I continued to just sit there patiently behind the wheel listening for the tone of the dumbstruck young man's voice to change.

When he first recognized Summer and called out her name, Rob's voice had a very carefree quality to it. The second time he said it after he got a look inside the car, the "Hey Babe how are you doing" tone was quickly replaced with one of " Holy Shit who's this honky my Brother's Wife is with!"

There was a small part of me that knew what we were doing could go south very quickly, but when the sound of Summer's voice came washing across me, up to her Brother-in-Law standing in the window, a strange sense of re-assurance swept through me.

I could feel the daggers leaping from Rob's eyes as he stared down into the car but I simply just smiled and kept my best poker face as the heat intensified in his stare.

"So Rob...how ya been?" Summer asked with shocking matter of factness, in the process causing his glare to turn away from me and straight to her, but for obvious reasons he was too stunned and tongue tied to reply.

"We were on this side of town and saw your car...just thought we'd stop in and say 'hi'," Summer added nonchalantly, making sure Rob had a clear view however when she gave my balls a good squeeze before she laid another kiss just below my right ear.

All I did was smile and nod my head.

"We'll see ya," Summer huddled closer to me and grinned to Larry's gawking Brother. 

I casually dropped the car into drive, took another sip of my soda then hit the gas and drove off, leaving a McDonald's manager and a couple members of his staff staring out the window watching us leave.

The adrenaline level inside us both was raging as I steered the car out of the parking lot and onto the busy main road. Almost in unison, Summer and I let out a loud sigh of relief as we put the Golden Arches in the rear view. Looking down at Summer's cell phone sitting between our seats, I wondered aloud how long it would take for her Husband to call.

"I bet Rob's on the phone with him right now...give Larry a minute or two to stew and get his hands from shaking long enough so he can dial my number...five minutes and we should hear something," she theorized.

Taking a deep breath as I turned my attention to navigating through the traffic, I shifted my weight in the seat several times until the erection protruding from my lap wasn't binding me.

"So you're cool with me answering?" I quizzed Summer.

"Sure...do you know what you're gonna say yet?" she half laughed and asked.

"No clue," I honestly told her. "Probably as little as possible...I'm just gonna be short and coy...its what I do best."

It didn't even take 5 minutes for Summer's cell to ring. Looking down at the display, she sighed and said, "It's him".

Allowing it to ring a few more times for effect, I finally took the phone from her, raised it to my ear and casually said 'Hello".

"WHO THE FUCK IS THIS!!" Larry Franklin yelled before I could even finish my greeting, causing me to lift the receiver away from my head as the shrill sound of his agitated voice filled the cab of the Camry.

"Ah...I'm nobody," I finally replied a few seconds later.

"I could be a butcher or a baker...Hell maybe even a candle stick maker...Your Wife loves candles doesn't she Larry?" I then mocked. 

"I'M GONNA KILL YOU...I'M GONNA FIND YOU AND FUCKING KILL YOU," Larry spat recklessly.

"Hell...I could even be a mob lawyer with connections Mr. Franklin...or better yet maybe someone who works right there in the same office building with you...or maybe I'm just simply a nameless guy tapping your Wife... and for the Hell of it just fucking jerking your chain while I'm doing it," I continued undeterred, this time my tone more cryptic and concise.

There was a moment of brooding silence between us before Larry demanded I put his Wife on the phone, his voice only slightly more subdued than when I'd first answered the phone.

"That's not really a good idea at the moment," I told him.

"PUT MY GODDAMM WIFE ON THE PHONE," Larry screamed.

"Like I said, Mr. Franklin, she's a little pre-occupied right now," I replied, keeping my tone steady and calm. 

At that point Summer had leaned down, her face wedged between the steering wheel and my crotch and was unzipping my fly.

Allowing another couple of seconds of silence to hang between Larry and I as I watched Summer fish my cock out and wrap her full, beautiful lips around it, I finally told her Husband, "OK...if that's what you really want...here she is."


Dirty Black Summer Ch. 01



With that I dropped the cell phone down and rested it on my left thigh, leaving it in the perfect position for the sound of Summer's eager fellatio to be picked up by the receiver.

Keeping my gaze alternating between the road and Summer's mouth gouging at my erection, after about 15 seconds or so I picked the phone back up and checked to see if Larry was still on the line.

"Still there?" I grinned.

All I could hear on the other end was an enraged man without the ability now to string more than a cursing grunt or two together.

"I really don't understand what your so mad about Larry...I mean with all the poon you've been racking up over the years on the side, you had to know if you deprive your woman long enough she'd eventually find someone else too...and from the looks of a lot of these guys faces out here at these stoplights when they look over at your Wife giving me a blowjob, they look like they'd be more than happy to take a shot at Summer's sweet pussy too...maybe I'll start passing her around Larry...she's got a lot of frustrations to work out...," I added, my eyes fixated on the black woman's glowing pupils staring back at me as we waited for the light to turn green.

"She's gonna swallow my cum Larry...right here in public with all these men, and a few other women watching...same mouth you kissed on your wedding day Larry all drenched in cum," I added before tapping my thumb down to abruptly end the call.

"Well that seemed to go well," I exhaled once I'd set her phone back down.

Summer's eagerness to finish the chore shocked me but I pulled her mouth away before she actually made me ejaculate.

"I got a better idea for what to do with that Baby...where did you say he worked...let's take a swing by there and really make all this hit home for him," I told Summer as she pulled her mouth away from my throbbing cock and wiped her lips.

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Circling town for about 20 minutes, Summer and I inevitably decided to put part 2 of our plan into action a day early.

"Might as well strike while the iron's hot," I thought to myself, in hopes of taking advantage of the disorientating loop we just threw her Husband for.

The sound and seriousness of voice Larry Franklin's voice did cause the hair on the back of my neck to stand up, and it was clear he was a danger to anyone in his path once he was wounded. But like a brave and crazy kid with a stick, I found myself getting a deep-seated jones to poke that angry tiger through the bars of his cage.

Larry Franklin spent his days at a large office building on the outskirts of downtown where the company he worked for had the run of all the 3rd floor offices. Driving around the parking lot to make sure his car was still there, Summer instantly pointed it out, informing me that part of Larry's promotion was an assigned parking spot near the main entrance to the building. 

"So where would a good spot be for us to drop anchor?" I asked her, still rubbing my cock with my right hand to keep it hard for what was to come.

"Let's head up a few rows into the general lot," Summer turned her head and pointed. "It still looks like a lot of people are coming back from their lunch hour...maybe we can get lucky enough and catch one or two." 

"Besides...it'll also give us a good view to the front door in case Larry decides to leave early to try to track me down," Summer added as if she'd put quite a bit of thought into this as well.

So I did just that, steering the car around until we found three consecutive empty spaces. Backing the car into the one in the middle so we were facing the entrance, all we had left to do was cuddle and wait under the radiant, early afternoon November sun.

For several minutes we just sat there nuzzling and kissing, each of us keeping an eye peeled on our surroundings. Summer's right hand eventually disappeared once again inside my fly and pretty soon she'd fished my cock free. Scrubbing her fingers up and down the shaft several times until it was standing straight up at a slightly bent right angle, I openly stared at the entrancing color contrast of her dark fingers encasing the peachy-white girth of my erection. Just as I'd done a night earlier when Summer and I first broke the ice on my cabin's sofa, I reached down and gently fondled the full swells of her bosom as she continued to fondle my manhood.

Reaching into my left pocket before things got any more out of hand, I grabbed one of the condoms I'd stashed away and placed it on top of the dashboard. Having shot my seed deep into her womb the night before, I knew the condom wasn't a necessity since she told me she'd had her tubes tied several years back. Instead, the rubber was going to serve as a vital part to the next phase of our plan. Absorbing Summer's warmth beside me, I asked her if she'd seen anyone she recognized yet.

"No...nothing so far," she answered in a low whisper as I rolled one of her nipples between my fingers through her top. 

I could see Summer craning her neck every few seconds, scanning the landscape around us until I finally saw her big brown eyes light up.

"See something?" I asked.

"Hold on...yeah...I think so," she replied, inching a little further up in her seat as she watched a Chevy Tahoe pull off the main road and into the parking lot.

"That's Gary Lawson I think...he works in the same office with Larry," Summer continued, her gaze glued on the approaching SUV until she was sure it was him.

Within a couple of seconds the Tahoe had eased around the bend and was making its way straight for the lot we were parked in.

"Yep...Yeah that's him," Summer finally confirmed.

"OK then... Now comes the hard part...Giddy-up...let's see how flexible you still are," I cracked, sliding all the way back in my seat allowing her enough room to slide on top of me.

Reaching behind Summer before she'd pressed her crotch all the way down on top of mine, I grabbed the condom from the dash and tore open the pack. Taking the moistened ring between my fingers, I blindly lowered it down and rolled the jimmycap over the bulging head of my penis.

"Ready to go," I told Summer then instantly shuddered and sighed when I felt the warm and slippery velvet grip of her cunt begin to swallow my erection.

"Good thing you had enough foresight not to wear any panties...no way as tight as things are in this seat we'd ever got them off," I laughed, face to face now with the married woman as she began humping me with her back to the steering wheel. 

Looking over her shoulder every few seconds to keep track of Gary's steady approach, it was clear her Husband's co-worker had latched on to either of the empty spaces to each side of Summer's Camry, with no clue yet what was going on inside it.

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Gary Lawson didn't have that big of an ax to grind with Larry Franklin. Both men had been with the company for the better part of a decade, Larry one year longer than Gary, and they had formed a reasonably civil working relationship. Gary had been put off a little when Larry got the promotion he, along with four others from the department, put in for. That reaction was borne mainly out of personal disappointment however, not out of any doubt that Larry was worthy of the position. Still, it didn't keep Gary from watching every little move Larry made after the promotion, just waiting for his new boss to stub a toe. 

There was also the small matter of Larry making a drunken pass at Gary's Wife a few years earlier at an office Christmas party. She'd politely declined then removed herself from the situation, telling Larry to go back over and spend the rest of the evening with his own Wife. Gary was pretty sure Larry was too drunk to even remember the brief encounter but for whatever reason, it had always stayed in the back of his mind. Little did he know on his way back from Quiznos that afternoon, his moment of redemption was mere seconds away.

Oblivious to anything going on inside the blue Camry he'd parked next to, Gary stuffed his keys into his pocket and closed the door of his SUV. It wasn't until he'd taken a step or two that some rustling inside the vehicle caught Gary's attention. The windows were halfway down on each side of the car but the sun was shining in at such an angle it was difficult to see inside without shielding his eyes. About all he could see when he did try to look inside the Camry was the back of what seemed to be a floral patterned dress or blouse pressed against the front of the steering wheel.

Taking a few steps forward, trying his best to appear as if he was minding his own business while at the same time peeking inside the car, Gary went numb and stopped dead in his tracks when he made eye contact with his Boss' Wife straddling someone in the driver's seat.

"Summer?" Gary muttered, his head growing light from the sudden lack of blood flow.

"Hi Gary...how have you been?" she asked with the same comfortable ease of a running into someone at a company picnic.

"Ahh...waaa...," he stammered, sensing from the white hand on Summer's shoulder that it wasn't her Husband beneath her.

Standing less than five feet from the open window, Gary was sure he could hear the squishing sound of Summer's vagina crashing down on the faceless man's cock and each time he inhaled, he could also discern the unmistakable musky scent of feminine arousal permiating the air.

"Headed back to work?" Summer smiled a devilish smile, her lower body still grinding in rythem on top of the man beneath her.

All Gary could manage was a slight nod of his head as he tried to tear his gaze away from his Boss' Wife sexually engaged with another man. Finally he was able to turn on his suddenly jellified legs and start walking back towards the office.

"There's simply no way in the world Larry's going to hear about this directly from me", Gary thought to himself especially after seeing the mood his Boss was in when he did get back inside, but it was almost certain everyone in the office would soon be gossiping incessantly about the rumors of why their Boss 'might' be in such a bad mood.

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Looking straight into Summer's gleaming eyes as she humped her crotch down on top of mine, I was almost sure I could see the gears grinding in her head, imagining in her mind's eye what must be going through Gary Lawson's head the first time he laid eyes on Larry after re-entering the office. The mental gymnastics Summer was doing only served to increase the pace and friction of her greasy snatch working up and down on my cock until I had no choice but to cum. 

Reaching each of my hands around Summer's back, I clutched them tight against the front of the dashboard. Writhing now as one, I was sure the sounds of our collective groans were carrying well out the open windows, but by then neither of us really cared who else heard or saw what we were doing. Clenching my fists tight around the edge of the dash, I repeatedly lurched up like a madman beneath Summer until I filled the condom with my scalding jizz.

Feeling the weight of Summer's breasts pressing hard against my cheeks and chin through her thin top, within a few seconds she was cumming as well as the constricting tightness of her cunt milked every bit of my dripping seed into the rubber's reservoir.

The normal wave of orgasmic paralysis sweeping through every fiber of my body, I fought the urge to lay back and savor the moment, knowing we had to get a move on. Helping Summer off my lap until she had settled into a grinning and spent heap beside me in the passenger seat, I then rolled the messy sheath of the used condom off my cock and gently lowered it to the floor, paying special attention not to spill it's vital contents. Once everything was in place, I turned the key in the ignition and rolled out of our parking spot.

"You want to do this, or do you want me to?" I asked Summer as we approached the front of the building once again.

"It's on my side...I'll do it," she offered.

"OK then...here it is," I smiled before reaching down and grabbing the still warm and stretched cylinder of my accumulated semen.

Easing the car directly behind the back of Larry Franklin's brand new, cream colored Lexus, Summer pinched the used condom between her fingers, exited, then made a bee-line for the front of her Husband's car. Seeing her bend over the hood with one eye as I kept watch on the front door of the office complex with the other, I saw Summer slide the open end of the condom over the tip of the Lexus' driver's side windshield wiper before pulling it snuggly down as far as it would go.

"Perfect," I muttered, imagining what it must look like to see that rubber blade soaked with my still steaming seed, and what it would inevitably look like when Larry was forced to remove it.

Easing the car up a few inches so Summer could quickly scoot in, once she'd closed the door I hit the gas and we were on our way.

After we put a few blocks behind us I reached over and grabbed Summer's cell phone once again and dialed her Husband's number. It rang 5 times, but he finally picked up. Strangely he didn't say a word when he answered, but I could clearly hear his agitated breathing on the other end. 

"Hello again Mr. Franklin," I broke the silence. "Wondering if you've been outside this afternoon...its beautiful right now...they say we might get some rain later though...I just wanted to make sure you've got some good wipers on that snazzy new Lexus of yours?"

"I'm gonna kill you," Larry offered bluntly, obviously grasping for the last straw of intimidation given his helpless state at the moment. "And I'm gonna kill her too!"

"Oh...we'll see about that Larry...kind of ironic huh...you have dozens of affairs without any regard for your Wife then Summer goes out and has one and your ready to kill over it...that doesn't sound like a healthy perspective if I must say," I wryly suggested.

"Not to change the subject, but I hope the guy that sold you the car threw in a free squeegee with the deal...I'm not saying...I'm just saying," I added before hanging up.

"WHEW," I sighed and looked over at Summer once I laid the phone down.

"What now?" she asked.

"Let's get some take-out and head back up to the cabin for the night," I said. "Then we can start phase three of the plan."

"And what would that be?" she prodded. "You have kept that a big secret."

"Oh...just a little appeal to your Husband's prurient interests," I offered. "After all this, I think he could use a little ego boost right now."

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Part 2 Coming Shortly 



Dirty Black Summer Ch. 02



Back in the safety and seclusion of my mountain retreat later that afternoon, Summer and I sat back and drank a few beers to unwind, allowing the adrenaline and endorphins racing through our systems to subside somewhat.

"I think we succeeded in getting inside his head a little," I told Summer.

"Yeah...no question about that," she exhaled. "Now what's this mysterious part three of your plan all about?"

"You mentioned when Larry gets down on his luck that he usually resorts to either some hard booze or maybe other women to help him get his mojo back," I replied in steady but calculating tone. 

"I thought we'd try to appeal to his masculinity, especially since we just torpedoed it twice this afternoon...maybe throw him a little ego boost in the form of this," I continued, this time reaching over to the desk beside me and flipping on my computer.

Scanning through a few documents until I found the one I was looking for, I clicked on the picture of a steely, blue eyed blonde with flawless skin that I'd saved. Summer scowled at me, putting her beer down as she stifled a sarcastic chuckle.

"Let me get this straight...your idea is to punish my Husband by offering him up a young blonde slut for his troubles? He can get plenty of those on his own!" Summer shook her head.

"Sort of...but none of them are quite like Trina," I coyly replied, watching Summer try to make some sense of what I was hinting at as she downed the rest of her beer.

"So let me get my head around this," Summer tilted her gaze in my direction and hypothesized. "You're gonna use her to entice my Husband into an affair so we'll have something to take before the judge?"

"Nah," I chuckled. "I'm sure you already have all the evidence you need if you simply wanted to prove your Husband's serial infidelity...what Trina is going to provide is something we'll probably never have to put before a judge."

This time I could see Summer lean forward in her seat to take an even closer look at Trina's picture on the monitor.

"Do you know her?" she asked.

"Sort of...met her through a case I was working on about a year ago," I replied, attempting not to give too much information about Trina away until the time was right.

At some point Summer's phone rang and she cut the thing back to vibrate. It was Larry and she checked the message once he left it. It was the first of several messages he would leave over the next few hours, his tone ranging from initial rage to growing befuddlement and confusion, each one drunker and more disjointed than the call before.

Slowly becoming drained as the adrenaline dissolved from her system, Summer settled down on the sofa and turned on the tv. In the meantime, I took a seat in front of the computer and went to a couple of the personal sites Summer said Larry frequented.

"He doesn't have a picture up at any that I know of, at least he has a little discretion, but do a search for the area and look under 34 year old men and I'm sure I can pick his profile out," Summer said from the sofa.

"Here's one...34 year old Black male...blah blah blah...looking for no strings attached fun...race unimportant...blah blah blah...very discreet...well endowed so you'll have to be able to handle 10 inches...blah...blah blah," I read from the screen.

"Yeah...that's him," Summer leaned over my shoulder and confirmed.

"And he must not be able to use a ruler...he's only 8 and a half inches," she cracked.

"Oh...only 8 and a half...gotcha," I laughed, wondering why on Earth would a man with that much cock want to embellish even further.

"He just puts his entire ego into his masculinity," was the only rationale answer I could come up with. And if that was the case, what we were about to do would take him right out at the knees.

Once Summer had ID'ed Larry's profile, I clicked on the 'create a new profile" icon and posted a brief one with Trina's picture and a very brief description of what she wanted. After doing that, I quickly shot an email off to Larry's profile telling him Trina might be interested in a possible hookup.

With the bait set, all we had left to do was wait.

It wasn't long before I looked over and saw Summer had curled herself up on the sofa and had dozed off. 

"Get some rest, we're gonna need it," I thought to myself, tempted to go over and slide down beside her on the sofa to catch a quick cat nap myself, but my cell phone rang.

Answering it quickly so it wouldn't disturb Summer, it was Trina telling me she was on her way. 

I noticed during the hour or so Summer was asleep, her cell phone strangely didn't vibrate at all on the coffee table, as if Larry had either passed out from his drinking or found another distraction to keep him occupied. Just as that thought crossed my mind, a ping of new mail sounded in the inbox I'd created for Trina. 

"Is that what I think it is," Summer asked before stretching her arms and letting out a huge yawn from the couch.

"Good Morning," I turned and chided. "I think it might be...Yep...he sent Trina a reply."

Clicking on the email from Larry, I read it out loud to his Wife.

"Hell Yes, I'm interested in getting together...have a few pics if you want...just don't like sharing them with the general public. Do you have any others than just a head shot...with a face as pretty as yours, I can only imagine what the rest of you is like. I really think we can make some magic together...get back at me soon Baby...you wont be disappointed...Larry."

"We'll get Trina to send him a reply back when she gets here...wish I had my cam hooked up...we could have really had some fun with him tonight," I told Summer, my entire body itching now for Trina to arrive.

It was a few minutes after 8 that evening when I saw the first traces of headlights heading up my drive-way. Looking out the window, I recognized Trina's car. I watched as the leggy blonde stepped out and made her way up the walk, the echo of her high heels clicking on the concrete as she approached.

Just before I opened the door, I made a quick glance over to Summer and could see the curiosity and anticipation in her eyes. Waving Trina in, once again I stole a peek over at Summer, and felt the slightest internal laugh sweep through me seeing her brown eyes widen when she saw Trina for the first time.

"Summer...meet my friend Trina...Trina...meet my friend Summer," I made the introductions.

For a couple of seconds it appeared someone had pulled Summer's plug as she stared with gawking paralysis at Trina. It took a couple of tries before Summer was finally able to extend her hand, which Trina politely shook then smiled a genuine smile back at the breathless black woman standing in front of her. I imagined Trina had grown quite accustomed to those types of reactions when meeting someone for the first time over the years, even the first time I had the pleasure to meet her, but she always seemed to handle the awkward situation with political aplomb.

It had been a little over a year since I'd first encountered Trina Stevens. I'd been hired by a woman, in much the similar situation as Summer, who had an inkling her Husband was cheating, and was ready to ask for a divorce. The long strands of blonde hair and lipstick on the man's business shirts had been the woman's first clue, and after I hired one of my PIs the tail the man for a few days, it didn't take long to nail him to the wall. The thing that came to a shock by everyone involved, most notably his Wife, was that the guy wasn't having an affair with a woman per se, but a transgendered individual by the name of, you guessed it, Trina.

Needless to say, the Wife in the case could have asked for the Moon and got it from her soon to be EX (and she did), in return for us not making the particulars of his affair public knowledge.

I made it a point to apologize to Trina for dragging her into the entire fiasco and found her to be a very sweet and intelligent person. Being a divorce lawyer, the businessman in me also saw the potential opportunity in having someone of Trina's talents, who was plugged into the area's nightlife, in case I ever needed her expertise or services on future cases.

Turning my gaze back to Summer as she continued to subtly try sizing Trina up, I chuckled to myself seeing the barely five foot tall black woman crane her neck up and down as she stared at the six foot plus tall in high heels, Amazon-like Goddess smiling back at her.

"Let's get over to the computer," I cleared my throat, breaking the jittery silence growing in the room. "I gave you some background on the phone earlier today Trina. I set up a profile for you at one of the personals sites Summer said her Husband frequented, his name is Larry by the way. It didn't take long and we already have a response from him in your inbox...we were just waiting for you to get here to send him a reply and start working your magic."

Stepping aside, I allowed Trina to walk by and watched as she elegantly took a seat in front of the computer. Sensing the anxiety seeping from Summer's pores, I winked in her direction and nodded my head towards the kitchen.

"Summer and I are gonna go and mix everyone a few drinks," I told Trina.

"Make mine a vodka on the rocks," Trina replied as she logged into the dummy profile I'd created.

Once in the kitchen, Summer seemed to shiver all over as she locked gazes with me.

"So...you're plan is to fix him...err...her...up with Larry...he might be drunk...but I don't think he's that drunk," Summer hissed incredulously.

"You're a lot more sober than he will be...could you tell the difference?" I asked her.

Summer just shook her head and used her trembling hands to help me fix the drinks, the perverse genius and potential danger of the plan sparkling equally in her uncertain eyes.

"So how do you know her...err...him?" she guiltily asked.

"A case I was handed awhile back...woman thought her Husband was having an affair...he was but it was with Trina and not another woman...needless to say when he was busted he was pretty much at his Wife's mercy to capitulate to whatever demands she made in the divorce proceedings. I just sort of kept Trina's name and number around in case I thought her unique services might come in handy again...then you walked into my office with your situation and I thought I'd give Trina a call...sort of blackmail of a black male if I do say so myself," I said to Summer before taking a sip of my drink to make sure it was mixed just right.

I could still see a quizzical look of something gnawing at summer's insides, but I sensed it didn't pertain directly to our plan.

"So...Trina is...a man?" she finally let loose and asked.

"In a way but not exactly," I smiled and nodded.

"But you keep calling her she," Summer continued, having no clue where she was going with it.

"Because that's what Trina prefers," I nodded once again. 

"Just think of her as having the best qualities of both," I snickered a few seconds later, which only added to the look of confusion on Summer's face.

"Let's get Trina's drink back out to her...she might have a long night ahead," I said before turning to leave the kitchen.

"Oh...I could hear you two talking about me," Trina smiled and giggled flirtatiously as she took the drink from my hand.

"Already have Larry on IM...he does seem pretty well tanked but he says he's up for anything," Trina said without turning her gaze away from the screen, the sound of her fingers striking the keys almost hypnotic as she methodically lured Summer's Husband into the trap.

Looking over at Summer, I could tell she was fighting a disconnect, knowing it was her Husband on the other end of the chat but still feeling all this was still some sort of twisted and surreal dream.

"Let's just go over and sit on the sofa, Summer...let Trina do her thing" I motioned for her to join me on the couch so we could nurse our drinks.

"Yep...He does seem pretty wasted...he can't string more than 3 or 4 words together," Trina laughed. "You two must have put him through quite a ringer earlier today?"

"You don't know the half of it," I raised my glass in a mocking toast to Trina's statement. "With as much as Summer says he drinks when he gets mad and depressed, you might want to try and make a date for later tonight before he passes completely out."

"No problem," Trina replied. "He's raring to go right now...been bugging me to send him my phone number...wants to talk to me first but he seemed cool when I told him I wasn't comfortable with giving out my digits yet. Says he wants me to send a few extra pics too...for motivational purposes."

"I typed back telling him the one on my profile was the only one I had at the moment but I'd be willing to let him see all he wanted when we got together in person," she added.

"Has he said whether or not he's married?" Summer couldn't help but ask with a definite twinge of dread.

"Yeah...I asked him...he said 'No Comment'...I told him that was cool...that we're all adults," Trina replied. "He also asked if I was an escort of hooker...I told him 'No...I just like to have fun for the sake of having fun'...that really seemed to perk him up when he realized he wasn't going to have to pay for anything."

"Oh...look," Trina spoke up a minute or so later. "He's sending me a couple of pictures...saying this is what I have to look forward to." 

In true Larry Franklin, drunken machismo form, he sent Trina a couple of digital pics of himself in various stages of undress.

"Damn Summer...your Husband has a nice package," Trina gasped, leaning forward in the chair as she stared at the picture of Larry holding his erect penis with a leering glare on his face. 

"I've seen a few bigger over the years but tonight's gonna be fun!" she added, licking her lips and shimmying in her seat in the process.

"Don't get your hopes up too much," Summer spoke up. "That picture is about five years old I think...he's put on a few pounds since then."

Still, I could detect just a trace of melancholy in Summer's voice, as if she knew she might never get to fuck that cock she was staring at on the computer screen again. For all the shit I was sure Larry Franklin had put Summer through, I could tell deep down she still loved him, or at least the sex had been pretty good.

Massaging Summer's left shoulder as I sat beside her, watching her gaze grow more intent as she stared over Trina's shoulder at the screen, I could sense just how conflicted the married black woman was. On one hand she had to sit there literally witnessing her Husband willingly being seduced into yet another affair over the internet, but you could also see the look of growing anticipation in Summer's posture knowing that a freight train of shock was headed Larry's way.

Scooting towards her ever so slightly, I eased my right hand down on her knee and began rubbing it under the hem of her skirt. I could see Summer's eyes grow wider when I began creeping my fingertips along the inside of her right thigh, but she didn't say a word or make any attempt to stop me.

Her gaze still focused on the job Trina was doing at the computer, I slowly circled my fingers upwards until I could feel the warmth radiating from her crotch. Angling my elbow enough to work my hand all the way forward, I flared my fingers apart and dipped them into Summer's moistened and bare snatch.

"Never put your panties back on, did you?" I whispered into Summer's ear.

"Never saw any reason to," she replied under her breath without taking her eyes off what Trina doing. 

"Date's set," Trina said a few seconds later. "11 o'clock at the Hampton Inn downtown."

"At least he's springing for a nice place," I laughed. "That's perfect...gives us about 2 hours to get our shit together."

"I'm gonna go...ah...freshen up and leave you two to yourselves for a few minutes," Trina turned and smiled, seeing my hand underneath Summer's skirt and the 'hand in the cookie jar" look on my face.

I could see the look of embarrassment on Summer's face, but it was somehow diluted by the alcohol she'd put into her system, along with the realization that the line she'd seemed to have crossed had opened up an entirely new world for her. Even from the side, there was a strange twinkle in Summer's gaze that spoke to her being open to things she might have never comprehended when she'd walked into my office a few days earlier.

Squeezing my fingers around Summer's clit as we both watched Trina strut seductively down the hall before disappearing into the bathroom, I could feel Summer's head bounce against my shoulder as a soft yelp left her throat. Watching Summer's knees part as far as her skirt would allow, I could feel the sofa start to shift as she grinded her rear end hard into the cushions below.

Nibbling my teeth just below her right ear, I did my best to make Summer cum before Trina emerged from the bathroom. The squishing sound of Summer's sex filtering through the room as I darted and dug my fingers in and out of her womb, I listened to the low guttural moan leaving her lips as her heels started to rut against the front edge of the couch. Before I could finish her off however, the door of the bathroom swung open and Trina slowly made her way back up the hall.

The change in Trina's demeanor and aura was instantly noticeable. Even though she was still the same elegant, nearly 6 foot tall tangle of arms and legs that had walked into the bathroom, when she stepped out, Summer and I were struck by the ethereal air Trina carried herself with. Her gaze seemed more focused, and her posture more erect, as she walked up the hallway with a clear purpose.

My hand still wedged under Summer's skirt as she spread her feet out wide in front of her, it looked as if Trina had focused her laser-like stare directly on the married woman sitting beside me. Feeling the heat of Trina's glare, it was almost as if the scent of Summer's arousal wafting through the house had tripped something primal inside the blonde tranny and she was suddenly ready to pounce. The only tangible change I could see in Trina once she emerged from the bathroom, other than her demeanor, was a few touchups of make-up and a pair of black stockings she'd put on under her tight mini skirt.

I could feel Summer grow tense beside me when she realized she was the one in Trina's sights, and I knew her heartbeat had to be racing even faster than mine as the sound of Trina's high heels on the hardwood floor clicked a little louder with each passing step. There was also bulge protruding visibly from the front of Trina's skirt and I was sure Summer, on some level, knew what it was.

With graceful ease, Trina nudged the coffee table aside with her foot then stepped up to the front of sofa until she was towering above us both. Within a few seconds Trina bent her knees and lowered herself down on the floor, her face directly between Summer's parted legs. 

"...May I?" Trina looked first at me then at Summer and asked.

"...Do...what...?" Summer stammered even though it was clear from the way her eyes flared wildly that she understood Trina's offer.

A visible tremor rolled down Summer's throat when Trina's hands came to rest on each of her knees. Pulling my hand away from Summer's crotch when it was clear what Trina's intensions were, I could feel the weight of her stare as I lifted my arm back towards me. Looking deep into Trina's eyes, I felt a strange paralysis shot through me, causing me to hold my hand right in front of her face. Within a few seconds, she'd opened her mouth and gently clamped her lips around the same fingers I'd just frigged Summer with. Lavishly rolling her tongue over my slick and sticky digits, I could see Trina gauging Summer's reaction with one eye, and mine with the other. 

When she was finally ready to commit her full attention to Summer, Trina allowed my cleansed fingers to fall from her mouth just before she scooted her hands along the insides of each of Summer's thighs until the married black woman's vagina was completely exposed. A dense pelt of curly black pubes lined the rim of Summer's pussy, highlighted by the sparkling pink orchid of her labia flaring outward, the pulpy flesh almost appearing to breath with life as Trina smiled down at it.




Dirty Black Summer Ch. 02



I could see Summer's jaw trying to work, but her tongue had become dead weight inside her mouth. Her chest rising and falling rapidly as Trina's face descended between her thighs, Summer's eyes shot wide open when Trina's lips pressed down on her vulva.

"OHHH...GAAWWDDDD," Summer spat, her body jerking side to side until her forehead crashed down on my left shoulder.

Clasping my right hand around Summer's to hold her steady, I could feel the pulse inside her wrist racing as the sound of Trina's mouth gouging her sex filled the room. It was clear Summer understood the gravity of what she was succumbing to but she was powerless to stop her carnal want.

All I could see when I looked down was Trina's mane of platinum blonde hair wedged between Summer's legs and the black woman's knees caressing each side of the tranny's bobbing head.

"MMMM...AAHHHHH...MMMMAAHHHHHHH," Summer writhed, her body quickly becoming disjointed as she slithered against the cushions of the sofa.

Keeping my grip tight around Summer's quivering right hand, I couldn't resist the urge to tilt my head to the side to get the best look I could at Trina's mouth gnawing on Summer's drenched vagina. I could see Summer's dense pubes buffering Trina's nose and cheeks as the lithe tranny darted and scooped her tongue deeper into the black woman's molten fissure.

Using my free hand to massage the side of Summer's head, I could feel the sweat beginning to bead on her forehead as tremors of blistering and guilty joy began to course through her. I could see in Summer's face that she still couldn't believe she was allowing Trina to do whatever she wanted to her, but through it all, Summer's feet remained spread wide as the slurping sounds of Trina's vaginal assault swirled through the room.

"Does that feel good?" I asked Summer, a sick part of me loving the way she seemed to fight to utterly delirious sensation she was feeling.

"You gonna let her make you cum, Summer?" I whispered down to her, to which her only reply was to let out an animalistic moan just before her body jackknifed sideways beside me, causing her thighs to wrap savagely around each side of Trina's head.

"MMMMMMM...AAAAAAHHH," Summer spat towards the ceiling as her fingers dug hard into fist.

I fully expected Trina to continue kneeling there between Summer's legs until she made Summer cum. But just as the rolling waves of building tension inside Summer's jerking body were about to reach their apex, Trina suddenly removed her mouth from Summer's cunt and rocked backwards.

"Do you want to cum?" Trina hissed down to Summer, the musky sheen of the married woman's arousal thick on Trina's face.

Completely overwhelmed, Summer twisted and turned beside me several times before finally nodding her head in admission to Trina's question.

"I do too," Trina nodded back, before reaching her right hand under her skirt.

What Trina did next caused Summer and I to both do a double take on the sofa.

Methodically inching the hem of her skirt up to her waist, it wasn't long before the bulbous girth of Trina's erection sprung free and bobbed like a meaty club aimed straight at Summer's crotch. An audible gasp burped from Summer's mouth, and there's no telling what sounds I made when Trina's cock swung free. Reclining against the back cushions of the sofa, I was content to watch the tension build between Summer and her exotic new lover.

Nearly flat on her back on the couch with her legs spread wide, bracketing each of Trina's shoulders, Summer was helpless as she watched Trina pump her dick with one hand and pinch Summer's bulging clitoris with the other. 

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Trina asked Summer, her husky voice sending shivers down my spine as I continued to hold Summer's hand in mine.

The oral build-up Trina had perpetrated on Summer left the married black woman desperate for release, and as she shivered there on the sofa, caught between the purgatory of orgasm and frustration, all Summer could do was nod her permission to Trina before turning her head in shame.

With that, Trina leaned forward once again and dropped the shaft of her ample erection right on top of Summer's dripping cunt. Holding my left arm tight around Summer, as if hugging her as I held her hand with my right, I couldn't resist watching the stunning visual overload of Trina's bulging white prick slicing between Summer's dense black pubic fleece, before disappearing all the way into her pink and glistening vagina.

"GAAWWDD...GGAAWWDDD...," Summer coughed, her heels now digging into Trina's side as the young tranny plunged her manhood all the way forward.

By then you could tell Summer had passed the point of no return. The act of liberation she'd originally took by walking into my office and asking for a divorce had seemingly now affected every aspect of her life. By giving into her primal urges for revenge against her Husband, that also seemed to open other doors in Summer's psyche until she found herself laying there on the sofa, quenching her own selfish lust in the most unorthodox of ways.

And Trina was more than happy to oblige. Ball deep inside Summer's cunt, Trina dropped both her hands down on the married woman's chest and squeezed Summer's breasts through her top.

Seeing Trina's skirt hiked crudely up to her waist, I was struck by the sight of the black thigh highs she'd put on, and how enticing they looked covering the milky white flesh of her upper thighs as she staked her claim inside Summer's pussy. 

Sitting less than two feet away, the color contrast between the two was disturbingly intoxicating. Seeing the repeated collisions of Trina's pale flesh smashing into Summer's ebony skin, it created what amounted to a black and white blur as my erection gradually began to tent inside my pants.

Having never been party to two other people having sex while I sat and watched, I became enthralled by the give and take of groans escaping Trina and Summer's throats, not to mention the indescribable sound of their bodies crashing together. After a few seconds, the sofa almost felt like a Cessna trying to take off beneath me as Trina began to pound Summer harder and harder.

With the ease and swiftness of a jungle cat, Trina spread her feet wide on the floor, balancing herself on the tips of her narrow high heels as she hovered over top of Summer. The sliver of a view I had between their bodies allowed me just enough room to see the way Summer's swollen labia distended and choked around Trina's invading appendage. Trina's face directly above Summer's, the blonde stared straight down into Summer's eyes, and a wicked smile steadily spread across her lips feeling the withering woman's cunt began to constrict and tug at her jack-hammering penis.

I could feel Summer turning to mush in my embrace, and it became clear Trina had figured out exactly where Summer's g-spot was from the violently precise thrusting angle she'd created. Watching the gruesome contortions ripple across Summer's pretty face, my heart leapt into my throat when I saw Trina's mouth descending towards Summer's. A few seconds later, Trina's lips parted and came to rest on top of Summer's. For a couple of moments I thought Summer had opened her mouth just to breath, but as she closed it, her lips became entangled with Trina's until it appeared as if their two bodies had melded into one.

Releasing my right hand from Summer's, she instantly clamped it around Trina's back, pulling the tranny down tighter on top of her as she kissed Trina back. With my suddenly freed hand, all I could think of doing with it was dropping it between my legs and rubbing my erection through my pants as I watched the sexual carnage unfold beside me.

Trina pulled her lips away from Summer's just long enough to whisper the words, "Does that feel good?"

Her rythem on top of Summer remaining powerful and steady, Trina once again licked her lips, looked into Summer's eyes and asked a little louder, "Does this feel good?"

This time Summer gritted her teeth and nodded her head as if in defeat, mewing the word "Yes" several times up to Trina as she wrapped her legs all the way around the tranny's back and held on for dear life.

On and on the two beauties fucked each other on the sofa beside me, the intensity of their gasps and moans rising for several minutes until Summer's lust finally exploded. Thrashing like a ragdoll to my left, I could feel my eardrum on that side throb as Summer wailed loud enough for the wild animals outside my cabin to run for cover.

Like a jockey whipping a racehorse down the homestretch, Trina never relented however, almost looking as if she was absorbing and feeding off Summer's orgasmic cries until she came herself.

I could see the pistoning blur of Trina's cock bulge and flare as it ripped through Summer's cunt and instant before Trina's head shot back and a guttural gasp spat from her throat like the exhaust from a jet. Within a few seconds I could see Trina's white semen bubbling from the edges of Summer's sex as Trina emptied her seed into the married woman's burning loins.

Trina eventually collapsed all the way down on top of Summer and the two laid chest to chest for several minutes, allowing the potency of the moment to sink in. When Trina finally did pull herself off of Summer and stood up on her own two feet, it seemed as if Trina had tripped a switch inside her psyche once again.

Rolling her skirt down over her spent cock and straightening her nylons, Trina stole a quick, nonchalant peek in the mirror on the other side of the room and touched up the parts of her hair that had gotten mussed during the intercourse. Looking down at me and Summer spread out on the sofa a few seconds later, Trina casually asked, "So are we about ready to head to the hotel?"

There was a definite look of purpose on her face, one that basically said "Summer...I just fucked you...now its time to go fuck over your Husband!"

Looking over at Summer, I hugged her gently with my left arm and felt just how spent she was as the creampie Trina deposited inside her womb steadily drizzled to the surface.

"OK then...guess we better get going," I said before helping Summer pull her skirt back down and easing her to her feet...

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Part 3 is on the way



Dirty Black Summer Ch. 03



"Do you have some extra cash on you?" Trina asked from the passenger seat as we headed downtown to meet Summer's Husband.

"Why?" I turned and asked.

"I told Larry while we were IM'ing earlier that I would bring some blow to the room...as drunk as he was I thought he was just kidding and I told him I'd do what I could," Trina sighed. 

"It probably wouldn't be a bad idea though," she continued. "A couple of lines in the state he's already in and he'd be completely at ease...having the drug use on film probably wouldn't hurt either. My connection hangs out at a bar a few blocks up...just stop for a few seconds and I can run in and then we'll be on our way."

"Great," I said to myself at the thought of having to shell out a couple of hundred bucks for someone else's booger sugar.

Taking a good look at Summer in the rearview as she rested in the back seat, the duel glow of satisfaction and anticipation acting as an aura around her spent body, I convinced myself I really couldn't put a price tag on the fun we'd had today. So I reached into my breast pocket and peeled off the cash for Trina's dealer. If it meant Summer would have the piano to hold over her Husband's head to keep sole custody of her kids, it was a small price to pay.

Once we'd stopped so Trina could pick up her evening's worth of fine Colombian, we made our way to the hotel. Driving around the parking lot twice, we finally spotted Larry's brand new Lexus.

"He's here...And it looks like he's at least taken the used rubber off his windshield wiper," I cracked, bringing a quizzical look to Trina's face.

"Inside joke," I told her which illicit a wry chuckle from Summer in the back seat.

Once we'd picked out a parking spot in the far back corner of the lot, I backed into the relatively unlit space and went over the plan once more.

"I'm gonna call Larry one time before heading up to the room...just to make sure his head's on straight and to tell him I got the coke," Trina offered.

"Won't he be able to pick up your number on his caller ID?" I replied.

"I'm gonna call the front desk and ask for his room...tis...tis," Trina snarked back as if to say 'this ain't my first rodeo you silly willy'.

"Alrighty then," I cracked. 

"By the way...here's the purse with the camera built in. Just make sure when you set it down its got a good panorama of the room... and do your best to keep Larry in front of it," I added, this time a little more seriously as I handed Trina the leather purse.

"My God...couldn't you have found something a little more stylish," Trina nagged. "This clashes with my entire outfit."

"Its the best the gadget store had...My P.I. friend has used this model in the past and it'll work perfectly for what we need it for," I snickered back. "Besides...the last thing Larry's gonna be concerned about is sizing up your purse."

"And you have Plan B inside it...right?" Trina replied, this time her voice a little more serious as well.

"Yep," I calmly answered, tapping the side of the purse as I gently laid it down in Trina's lap before opening it so she could see inside.

"Good," Trina sighed with what seemed to be resolute relief, realizing she would have an ace up her sleeve if she needed it.

With that Trina called the front desk and they patched her through the Larry's room. Once she told him she was there, Trina gathered her stuff and I told her we'd pull up to the exit just before she was ready to make her escape.

"Come on up and bring the laptop," I leaned back and told Summer once Trina began making her way towards the hotel's side entrance.

The glow from the computer's monitor filling the cab of my car, Summer and I waited in the eerie, greenish tint of darkness as the signal from the hidden camera in Trina's purse allowed us to follow her progress up to the room.

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The first thought to cross my mind as I watched the live image of Trina and Larry on the video feed was wondering how similar it might have felt for the first people to see the 'Marion Berry smoking crack with a prostitute' tape back in the 80's. This time it wasn't a scumbag mayor of the US capital being filmed, but to Summer, seeing her scumbag Husband snorting a line of coke from a mirror being held by a young woman (or at least who he thought was a woman) held just the same intrigue.

"My God...if we were to stop the tape right now we'd have him dead to rights," Summer shook her head and said with a mixture of disappointment and amusement. "I can't believe I married the Sonofabitch and let him father my kids."

"How long do you think before he suspects something?" she asked.

"In the state he's in right now...probably not until its way too late," I replied.

"Did she fuck you good?" I asked a few seconds later, to fill the silence as well as my own inate curiosity.

"...Huh," Summer tilted her head in her hands and blushed.

"Trina...did she fuck you good?" I kiddingly prodded.

"What do you think?" she stifled a laugh.

"I think my ears still hurt from your screaming there at the end," I shot back, causing us both to smile for a few seconds before we turned out attention back to Trina and Larry on the monitor.

It was clear from what we were witnessing that Larry was spaced beyond belief. Having already downed enough hard liquor to make an entire Navy fleet woozy after what Summer and I had put him through earlier in the day, by the time Trina had carved up several lines of the coke and sat the mirror in his lap, it was clear he was too far gone to care. Taking a rolled up $5 bill and sticking it up his nose, Larry quickly made the grains of dusty pleasure disappear.

"YAAAAAWWWWWW," Larry screamed and shivered a few breaths later, his body shimmying comically when the cocaine hit the synapses in his brain.

Trina demurely sniffed a little of the residue off her fingers, just enough to give her a buzz as she dutifully went about the task at hand.

The acoustics in the room weren't the best in the world but you could make out enough of what Larry and Trina were saying. Thankfully the position Trina had placed the hidden camera was at perfect diagonal angle from where Larry was sitting on the edge of the bed.

Lifting the mirror out of Larry's lap once he'd finished his hefty share, Trina sat it out of the way before quickly taking her place on the floor between Larry's folded legs. Wasting little time, Trina worked her fingers around the buckle of Larry's belt before expertly undoing it.

"This is what I came downtown for...right?" Trina flirtatiously grinned. "You're gonna let me suck that big, beautiful dick of yours before you fuck me with it aren't you?"

"Yep," Larry sighed then smiled, looking more like a cartoonish, stoned out of his head schoolboy than anything else as Trina worked her hands into his pants.

"I can't believe you ...you look as good as your picture did ...the one on your profile," Larry managed to stammer.

"Oh...sometimes things are as good as advertised," Trina coyly snickered as she pulled Larry's dick free. 

"Just like this...DAMN! " Trina feigned shock and admiration as she stared wantonly at Larry's manhood bulging in her right hand.

"God...she should have been an actress," Summer laughed as we watched the monitor.

All Larry could do was sit there and smile a drunken smile of pride seeing the reaction the pretty blonde had to his virile package. 

Larry's right hand instantly went down on the top of Trina's head when he felt her mouth close around the ample head of his cock.

"AAHHHHHH," the raspy report of Summer's Husband's voice came through the crackling connection as she and I sat there, transfixed by the image we saw on the screen.

You could clearly see Trina extending her tongue up and down the length of Larry cock as she held the rather sturdy base of it with both hands. Even the faint sounds of Trina's lapping efforts filtered through the hidden camera's microphone between the gushing gasps leaving Larry's throat.

Trina's head buried all the way down on Larry's crotch, you could see the black man's eyes rolling like pinballs in their sockets, and it was painfully clear, the selfish lover that he was, Larry wasn't going to be able to hold his release back for very long.

Trina seemed to sense this as well and briskly increased the ferocity of her efforts. Gouging her mouth up and down on Larry's straining bulge, you could tell her sole goal in life at that moment was forcing Larry to empty his lust down her throat, and getting it all on video.

"Bet your gonna regret divorcing a man with a dick like that," I chided Summer.

"You know you can always call me," I added.

"Or I could just call Trina," Summer shot back without missing a beat, causing us to both crack up so loud that we had to look to make sure no one heard us in our little hidden corner of the parking lot.

Using her hands and her mouth to overwhelm Larry's pulsing erection, it was clear the image on the screen was building towards a violent crescendo. Summer and I just sat there holding our breath, watching her Husband's gyrations become more and more discombobulated.

"God, you're a cock hungry slut!" we heard Larry spit down to Trina, bringing a certain twinkle of appreciation to the young tranny's blue eyes.

"I am," Trina agreed before plunging her lips back down on Larry's jock.

Larry's eyes continued their roulette-like spin, and you could tell he was thinking to himself how gloriously easy this hook-up had been as he shook his head side to side, while never once thinking that maybe it was all TOO easy.

The bedsprings beneath Larry straining a little louder each time Trina successfully deepthroated his cock, you could see his dark fingers tangling deeper into her luxurious blonde hair. His mouth opening a tad more each time his rear end rocked up and down on the mattress to fuck Trina's face, a rolling groan began to rise from Larry's lungs, growing in volume until the veins in his neck began to visibly pop. 

Pressing Trina's face all the way down on top of his jock, Larry's voice finally sizzled and snapped when he emptied his thick and rich cum down Trina's willing throat. Within a few seconds you could see the muscles in Trina's neck begin to work as she attempted to swallow every drop of Larry's steaming ejaculate.

A non-stop report of grunting and slurping sounds followed from Trina's stuffed mouth until she finally pulled her lips away and smiled a cum-smeared smile up to Larry as she knelt between his tapping feet. Continuing to playfully pump his dick with her right hand, Trina looked totally at home with Larry's shiny white froth jelling across her lips, teeth and cheeks as he teetered above her. It was clear even though Trina was the one on her knees, she had complete control over the situation.

I stole a quick peek over to Summer sitting beside me and saw the gaping whites of her eyes as she watched the effortless and devastating way the tranny had just blown her Husband.

Before Larry could gather his breath, much less have a moment of good judgment or clarity, Trina reached up and placed both her hands delicately across Larry's chest before pushing him down on his back. Making sure he could see the seductive way she licked the remaining cum from her lips before swallowing it down for good, Trina crawled up on the sheets between Larry's legs and started unbuttoning his shirt.

Kissing him on each pec once she'd pulled his shirt apart, Trina made sure to suck and swirl her tongue around each of Larry's nipples until he squealed out loud from the unique sensation.

"GEEZZUSS GIRL," Larry mouthed, the mixture of sexual endorphins, booze and narcotics in his system leaving him on the brink of pure euphoria.

Kissing her lips down the center of Larry's chest as she pried the rest of his shirt's buttons apart, Trina then worked the black man's pants all the way free before pulling them down past his knees.

"Ready for me to get naked too?" Trina asked after planting a few well placed kisses on the half limp, jizz smeared girth of Larry's cock.

"Hell Yeah," Larry gulped as the veiny appendage between his legs began to twitch back to life.

"Cocaine...the original Viagra," I joked watching Larry's penis rise like a divining rod pointed straight at Trina as she stood back up and started rubbing her hands provocatively over her body.

Spinning 180 degrees around until her backside was facing Larry on the bed, Trina reached around and raised the hem of her miniskirt until her bare, lily white asscheeks were exposed for Larry to see.

"No panties," you could hear Larry say as he propped himself up on one elbow on the bed.

"Didn't figure I needed any," Trina replied as she sexily traced her fingertips along the curves of her heart shaped behind.

"MMMM...HHHMMMM," Larry communicated his appreciation to Trina as she showed off her assets.

I found myself fascinated by how effectively Trina had raised the back of her skirt far enough to give Larry a good look at her rear end without giving a hint of the surprise she was concealing up front. Grinding her ass to the sultry rhythm of a song she heard only in her head, Trina teasingly sank one of her fingers into her asshole as if to show Larry what might be possible if he was good.

Dropping his right hand down to his crotch, Summer and I watched as Larry fondled himself back to near hardness staring at Trina's slithering contortions at the foot of the bed. Once Larry had even tried raising himself up and grasping for Trina, but she'd taken a smooth and effortless step forward before looking over her left shoulder and telling Larry to lay back down, showing she had full control over herself and the situation.

"Just lay back and re-group big boy," she scolded Larry. "Trust me...it'll all be worth it."

"What you gonna do when you get that big thing inside me?" Trina rolled her tongue around her mouth then inquired, making sure to monitor Larry's movements in the mirror on the wall to her left.

"I think you have a pretty good idea!" Larry whistled back.

"Then crawl up on the edge of the bed Lover...get on your knees...I want you to taste me first before you stick that whale of dick inside me," Trina cooed.

"Promise not to hurt me too bad," she deadpanned a few seconds later.

"Can't make any promises, Little Girl," Larry replied in a cheesy, John Wayne-esque tone before swinging his legs around and rising up on his knees, just as Trina had asked.

"OOHHHH," Trina exclaimed when she felt Larry's hands come to rest on each of her fleshy asscheeks.

"Knead them Baby...squeeze them hard," she looked over her shoulder and told him.

Feeling Larry's powerful fingertips massaging into her well-rounded behind, Trina allowed him to work his hands all the way up to her waist as she pressed her ass backwards against the now fully aroused erection jutting from his crotch.

"Oh No...not quite yet," Trina teasingly rebuked Larry's advances when she felt his hands roaming a little too close to the front of her skirt.

"Just sit back on the edge of the bed...I'm gonna turn around here in a second and I want to see how good your face looks tucked between my thighs," Trina gleamed.

"I'm not real big on eatin' pussy," Larry told her, his voice noticeably warbled from the chemicals flowing through his body.

"I'll verify that," Summer shook her head and snickered as we watched the image on the laptop sitting between us.

"No problem Baby," Trina soothed. "Just plant a kiss or two down there and then I'll let you stick that huge horse cock of yours right up inside me."

Larry eased backwards and slowly took a seat on the edge of the bed, and I watched as Trina adjusted the visible bulge that protruded from the front of her miniskirt before she turned around.

"Now close your eyes...your little slut wants to surprise you with what she has to offer," Trina said, waiting for Larry to close his eyes as she watched in the mirror.

With the grace of a ballerina, Trina then spun back around towards Larry.

The grainy digital video of what was happening in the room seemed to unfold in slow motion on the monitor as Summer and I watched from the parking lot. Larry was sitting on the foot of the bed like an anxious kid at Christmas with his eyes closed as Trina whirled around. You could see Trina taking one last peek over her shoulder, just to make sure his eyes were shut before she gave away her ultimate surprise. When she was certain, Trina wheeled around and pulled the front of her skirt up with her right hand.

The quality of the feed wasn't good enough to pick up the sound of Trina's cock smacking against the left side of Larry's face, but the video quality was adequate enough to allow anyone watching to see the look of unhinged shock that washed through him after he opened his eyes. Larry's mouth puckered into a large oval but barely a quiver of sound escaped as his cocaine clouded brain tried to process what he was seeing.

Trina simply stood there for several moments, seemingly savoring Larry reaction as she held her cock in front of his face for him to see. It was evident she could feel the disconnect raging inside the married black man as he alternated his gaze back and forth between her perfectly feminine face and the throbbing chunk of manhood she was displaying proudly in her hand.

Not that Larry would have ever figured it out, but when he slowly guided his right hand across his body to feel the spot where Trina's cock had collided with his cheek, he wouldn't have had a clue that a small trace of his very own Wife's arousal would have been transferred from Trina's dick to his 5 o'clock shadow, remnants from Trina and Summer's encounter on my sofa only an hour earlier.

From the diagonal angle of the camera, you could literally see the color and size of Larry's eyes change when it finally started to register in his head what was going on. I couldn't even begin to try and put myself in Larry's shoes, wondering what he must be thinking as the reality of the situation exploded across her theatre screen of his brain. Summer and I both found ourselves gripping the edge of the seats beneath us as the morality play unfolded on the laptop, each of us fearing the worst as the monster inside Larry appeared to be on the verge of breaking through.

Even though Larry's mind had successfully connected many of the dots, communicating that thought into action in his extremities proved to be more difficult for Summer's spastic Husband. You could see several muscles throughout his naked body twitching and trying to fire as he tried to formulate a physical response, but the combination of cocaine and liquor in his system prevented his initial attempts at retribution from ever getting off the ground.

When he finally did muster the equilibrium to make a lunge towards Trina, she calmly stepped back and left Larry grasping nothing but thin air. With Larry off balance and teetering on the edge of the bed, Trina uncorked one hell of a well practiced karate kick that landed in the center of his exposed sternum.

A bellowing howl shot from Larry's lips when he felt the sharp tip of Trina's high heel pierce his skin, not to mention the sheer force of the blow which ejected him backwards on the bed.

Using the window of opportunity Trina had created for herself, she quickly darted towards the leather purse with the hidden camera and grabbed it off the table. The image on the laptop's screen instantly started to jumble and bounce when Trina tucked the purse under her arm and started towards the door.

From the sound coming through the feed however, you could tell she was fishing for Plan B inside the purse as the sound of Larry's approaching footsteps and inhuman groans filtered through the connection.

Plan B thankfully consisted of a full loaded pistol I'd tucked inside the purse, just in case.




Dirty Black Summer Ch. 03



Through the speaker on the laptop, you could hear a slurred and non-stop flurry of expletives streaming from Larry's mouth as the sound of his struggle with Trina sent chills of fear coursing through me and Summer. I even looked up on the dashboard and started to reach for my cell phone to call 911 when the sudden sound of a pistol's hammer being pulled back caused a sudden pall of silence to leak through the computer.

"God damn...You fucking Freak," Larry's voice finally came through, sounding just like a man who had a gun pointed between his eyes. "You're gonna come up here and pull this stunt, get me naked, then shoot me dead?"

"This is just a little insurance policy...you just never know how a guy's gonna react sometimes," Trina replied, her voice calm on the surface belying the drowning amount of adrenaline that had to be flowing through her system as she held the gun out in front of her.

"I thought we could really had something special," she continued. "You didn't have a problem snorting my coke, you didn't have a problem letting me suck your dick, hell, I still got the taste of your sweet cum right here on my lips Baby, but when I wanted a little reciprocation, you went and acted like a spoiled little boy."

With that, you could hear the sound of the hotel room's front door squeaking open, followed by the shuffling sound of feet, then the door being closed. I held my breath waiting for Larry to make final lunge towards Trina, but the anti-climatic click of the door closing shut ended that.

My assumption was Larry had said to himself," I just got a great blowjob and a couple of hits of some primo coke out of the deal, and didn't have to pay a penny for either...just let the Bitch go. No one other than us two ever has to know tonight even happened and the last thing I need is to be shitfaced and naked, chasing a tranny through the lobby of a big hotel."

The sound of Trina's high heels clicking down several flights of stairs a couple of seconds later was a welcome relief, and I quickly started the car and swerved around to the exit where we'd agreed pick her up.

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Trina hadn't even closed the car door all the way behind her before I gunned the gas to get out of the parking lot. Putting a couple of miles between ourselves and the hotel, I gave us all a chance to decompress before starting to look for an available payphone.

"How close did you come to pulling the trigger?" I asked Trina who was still breathing rather rapidly in the backseat.

"Not really...he was naked and high and had the bedsheets tangled around his feet when he started after me...it was a pretty amusing sight now that I think about it... gave me plenty of time to get the gun out and aim it," Trina sighed. 

"PHHEEEWWW," Summer exhaled from the passenger seat, her voice sounding like a leak of steam shooting from pressurized pipe as seemingly years worth of accumulated frustrations left her body.

"So what do you want to do now Summer?" I looked over and asked. "We have him on film...we can have dozens of copies made and have the thing posted on YouTube within the hour, or we could just hold it and wait to see how much of a fuck-up he wants to be when you serve your papers on him?"

"Call him now," she replied with the cold indifference of a executioner.

So I pulled up to a payphone and did what she asked.

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The call to Larry was short and not very sweet. He did answer to my surprise after about the 5th ring. I could picture him in a cocaine fuel stupor trying to find his cell phone while at the same time trying to find his clothes along with what was left of his dignity. Somehow he didn't sound shocked to hear my voice, considering I'd called earlier in the day when I was driving down the road getting a blowjob from his Wife. 

I asked him 'why he had to go and break a nice little girl's heart' when he blew up at the tranny I'd sent over to entertain him. I also pleaded with him not to waste any of the cocaine that might be left over on the side of his nose, considering the money to buy it came out of my own pocket. 

I didn't make any threats, or even bring Summer's name into the brief conversation. Larry seemed like a smart enough guy, even while buzzed, to eventually figure out who had the desire and will to pull off such a labor intensive caper. I simply told him 'there would be plenty of copies of the evening's events if he ever wanted to re-live his rendezvous with the tranny with the two loaded weapons'.

I also sprinkled in the insinuation that if he did anything that might be considered heavy handed, that many of the people close to him might receive a personalized copy of the hidden video, or perhaps maybe even a link to it after I posted it online for the whole world to see.

I could picture him sitting on the edge of the bed in that ransacked hotel room, clutching his cellphone to his ear as a tortured mixture of rage, shame and embarrassment poisoned his blood.

"Good night," I said to Larry just before winking over to Summer in the car.

Then I politely hung the phone up.

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THE END

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