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Be Careful What You Wish For

By: stacycd



Be careful what you wish for, boy is that the truth! I have been attracted to ladies panties since I was 11 years old and my mom sent me out to play with my sisters panties on under my jeans. My wife never embraced the idea of her husband wearing frilly undies. 

On New Years Eve 2000, I made a resolution to finally get her to let me wear them. We were home in front of a roaring fire, a bottle of wine and foreplay had us both hot. We started talking about our fantasies and I figured it was now or never. I told my wife of my desires and we talked about the concerns she had. Once convinced that I wasn't gay or something, she finally agreed to take me to the mall for a shopping excursion. 

We went to the local mall and walked around for a while till we saw a Victoria's Secret store. Lori suggested we go in and look around. I was in heaven! The tables were covered with silky thongs and lacy hi-cut briefs in every color imaginable. We stopped at a display of French-cut, nylon and spandex panties. Lori picked up a pair, size 7 and held them up in front of me. I turned red with embarrassment as a salesgirl and customer giggled. I was mortified but turned on at the same time. We settled on size 7 for me and size 5 for her. 

We went to the checkout register and a pretty salesgirl totaled our purchases. She remarked to Lori about the difference in the sizes and my wife responded, "they're his and hers." She then turned to me and told me to pay for "my panties." The girl just giggled and took my money. 

When we arrived home my wife led me to the bathroom, "after all," she said, "we can't have you wearing these new undies with all that hair on your legs." She proceeded to shave my legs and crotch, silky smooth. She then ordered me to put the pink ones on and follow her to the bedroom. 

She pushed me down on the bed and told me how sexy I felt as she massaged my raging dick through the thin material. Her fingers soon had me leaking a large amount of pre-cum through the fabric. She slipped the panties down and continued rubbing the head of my dick till her fingers were dripping. 

What she did next was totally unexplainable, she brought her fingers to my mouth and painted my lips with my spunk, all the while telling me, "if you're gonna wear girls panties, you're gonna taste the things that girls taste." I licked her fingers again and again as she masturbated me. I felt a tremendous orgasm coming and she pumped me till I came all over my belly and her fingers. She rubbed her fingers in my cum and ordered me to lick it off. She continued this till I was completely cleaned up. I then went down on her and she had the most intense orgasm of her life. We lay in bed cuddling and she told me she had a lot more surprises in-store for her "panty-boy." I lay in bed that night wondering what I'd gotten myself into, I also had the most peaceful nights sleep in years. 

I awoke in the morning and showered before work. I fumbled in the early morning darkness for my clothes and started to dress. Lori woke up and turned on the light, she got out of bed and asked me to drop my jeans. I had put on a pair of jockeys as usual under my work clothes. "oh no," she said, "if you're going to wear panties you're going to wear them all the time!" I protested to no avail and she went through my drawer tossing out all of my male underwear into the pail. 

"You won't be needing these any more," she remarked. We went in the kitchen for breakfast and she asked me if I had any more fantasies I wanted to tell her about. I said nothing as she explained what my "little chore" for the evening would be. 

"On your way home from work, I want you to stop at the department store and buy theses items. Eight pairs of panties, three bras, two pairs of thigh-hi's, a half slip and a full slip, two camisoles and a silky baby-doll nighty to sleep in." She told me to be home by six-o-clock which only left me two hours to get all this shopping done. 

The first store I went into after work was Macy's. The place was packed with shoppers and the lingerie department was especially busy, some kind of sale I guess. I picked out two pairs of panties with matching bras and when I turned to walk away, a pretty sales girl asked if I needed help and was I sure about the size. She took one of the bras from me and looked at the size. "You look like a 36 B cup to me." I almost died right there on the aisle. She asked me if there was anything else I needed and I sheepishly showed her the list. She helped me pick out all the rest of the items and even suggested adding a few. "A nice silk chemise and a pair of tap-pants would look nice on you too." I followed her to the register and couldn't believe the line. All ladies, all holding various undies, waiting to pay. I stood in line for what seemed like hours finally paying with my charge card and getting the hell out of there. 

When i got home, Lori was waiting for me with a glass of wine and a sweet kiss. She sat me down and asked how the shopping trip went. I handed her the bags and she inspected everything, telling me how pretty I was going to look for her and her girlfriends that evening. "Girlfriends, what the hell do you mean girlfriends"!? "Oh, I didn't tell you, Kelly and Michele are coming over tonight." 

My head was spinning, she just turned away and told me to go run the bath and shave all my body hair. When I finished that chore she called me into the bedroom and told me to put on the outfit she picked-out for me. I looked at the bed. Laid out before me were the white silk chemise, nude thigh-hi's and white lacy panties. I felt so turned on when I had all my silky new things on and she sat me down at her make-up table. After finishing my makeup she went downstairs to answer the door, telling me to stay put. I looked in the mirror and felt ridiculous, but turned on at the same time. 

Lori called me to come downstairs, I couldn't do it and started to cry. She barged in the room' grabbed me by my arm and marched me downstairs. 

Her friends Kelly and Michele were sitting on the couch in their panties smoking a joint. Lori took off her jeans and joined her friends on the couch for a little weed. They invited me to join them and after a couple of hits, I started to feel more relaxed, hot as hell too!

It seems my job for the evening was to turn on my wife and her friends. They teased me, stroked me and rubbed there hands all over my new undies. 

My pre-cum was flowing freely when Lori pulled down my panties, rubbed the head of my dick and ordered me to lick her fingers. "Oh my God," Kelly said, "that is so sexy."

"Jerk off for us honey," Lori said. I pulled down my panties and stroked myself till I could feel my orgasm building. "Don't you dare spill a drop," Lori said. 

I came in my hand and Lori told me to lick it all up. The girls wear squealing with delight and I was sent to my room so they could have their own fun time.

Be Careful What You Wish For



My name is Dave and I'm a 32 year old bisexual male. I look a lot younger than my age. People tell me that I'm really good looking and have a hot body and great cock. My girlfriend was out of town for a couple of weeks on business and I decided that it was about time to try and make one of my darkest fantasies cum true. I love to suck off groups of guys and have them cum all over me and I've always wanted to have a large number of guys cover me in cum until I am a quivering mess. I had coaxed several guys into doing this for me but had never quite reached the numbers I felt were necessary to get really coated in sperm. I determined that before my girlfriend returned, I was going to do whatever it took to act out my fantasy.

I figured that the best place to start was a local adult bookstore that I sometimes frequented. I knew that it was usually hopping on a Friday night and that the management could care less what goes on in the booth areas, so I planned to be there when people got off of work and stay as long as it took to realize my dream.

Before I left the house, I completely shaved my cock and balls, put on thong under ware, a pair of shorts and a long sleeved white T-shirt. Since it was the middle of winter in Pennsylvania, I figured people would get the idea.

I arrived at the book store early, and upon entering, the clerk smiled at me. He had seen me there before and knew that I was hunting cock. I paid my seven dollars and went into the back where the booths were.

Over the next couple of hours, I sucked off a number of guys making sure that each one shot off all over me particularly on the front of my shirt. I wasn't going to take any chances that interested guys would miss the point. I also told each guy my fantasy and said that they were welcome to tell anyone they met what I liked.

By early evening, the booths were really starting to get crowded and there I was walking around with cum stains all over the front of my shirt. Since the place had no doors on the booths, most of the clients had seen me on my knees giving head, but I was still unable to get any group together much over two or three guys. I didn't want this to be a one at a time thing. I wanted a real cum bath. I needed one load after another non-stop.

Just as I was beginning to get discouraged, I noticed a really tough looking biker guy. He was probably about 50 and had tattoos all over his body. He had a full grey beard and appeared to have lived life hard. He saw me and motioned for me to go into one of the booths with him. I thought to myself, no thanks! I don't need it that bad! A few minutes later, I walked down a dead end aisle in the book store where two booths faced each other and there he was. 

He pulled me in the booth and said, so you're playing hard to get you little slut. He told me that one of his buddies at the store told him what I wanted and he was more than happy to help. Then he pushed me to my knees and stuck his very thick cock in my face. Scared out of my mind by this rough guy, I started giving sucking for dear life. Immediately, he started saying what a great cock sucker I was and how I better continue to live up to his expectations of me.

Then he grabbed me and pulled me up. He said time to strip bitch, I don't like it when fully dressed sluts give me head. I said that we are in a public place and I thought that it was a bad idea. He looked at me with a look that could kill and repeated his words, strip bitch, and added I'm not going to tell you again.

I dutifully took off my shorts and shirt then I hesitated. He quickly remarked nice thong faggot, strip now! I dropped my thong and stood in front of him fully naked except for my tennis shoes. He said, oh you are all shaved. How cute, you really are a fucking slut. His talk had me hard as a rock but I was still scared to death. He then pushed me to my knees and told me to get back to work. 

I sucked on him for some time before I noticed several guys were standing in the aisle jacking off and watching. When my biker friend saw that I noticed the newcomers, he said to me, here's more meat for you bitch. Get out there in the aisle and let them have a shot at your face. Then, he pushed me out of the booth and into the aisle. Instantly, I was surrounded by a ring of hard cocks. All I could see was legs and cocks being jerked off or stuck into my face. 

Instinctively, I opened my mouth and started sucking the nearest cock. I was in a cock sucking frenzy. I went from cock to cock sucking each one and then moving to the next. While I was sucking one cock, others would press in to get a shot at me. As if it were far away, I heard voices saying, what a cock sucker, I'm going to blow all over his face, he is such a whore, etc. I truly lost track of time but all too soon, I heard someone say I'm getting close, let me in. There was scuffling of feet and a hard cock in my face. Before I could even open my mouth, the cock shot several loads of cum all over my face and chest. I looked up and smiled to be greeted with another load from different cock. Then my biker pal said, hose the bitch down gentleman, make the slut scream for the cream. 

Cock after cock began shooting all over me. I counted eleven loads and then lost track. There were many, many more. When it was over, I had my wish. My face and hair were matted with gooey sperm. My chest cock and legs were covered and dripping with spunk and, I was lying in a giant puddle of cum. The floor was as soaked as I was.

I went to collect my clothes and they were gone!! So here I was naked and covered in cum in an adult book store. I gathered up my remaining courage and went to the clerk. I begged him to help me out. He said that my biker friend had dropped my clothes off at the desk and that as soon as I cleaned up the floor, he would give them to me. He then handed me my shirt and said, you can use this and you better clean it all up.

I returned to the aisle, sopped up all the cum on the floor with my shirt and took my now soaked T-shirt back up front as proof. The clerk said, Hell I trust you. He then tossed me my thong and said, have a nice night, your buddy said you didn't need the shorts. It was going to be a long walk home!

Well, that's my latest adventure. If you are ever in central Pennsylvania please email me. Thanks!



Be Careful What You Wish For



She wasn't sure what time it was when she finally awoke, but she figured it couldn't be that late, it was still dark. She still felt a bit light-headed and it took a while to realise it wasn't just dark, she couldn't see a thing. She panicked and tried to sit up only to discover her wrists and ankles securely tied. She screamed, not a sound emerged, the gag had taken care of that. As her senses suddenly returned, her predicament became painfully clear. She was blindfolded, spread-eagled and tied; the luxury of crying out for help denied her.

She felt she wasn't totally naked, although the gentle breeze on her breasts and between her legs suggested her most intimate parts were exposed for all to see. She didn't think anyone was in the room with her, but then it was hard to tell. She tried to think how she had got her and blushed as she remembered the party.

There had been around twenty of them invited over to a work colleague's house. The atmosphere had been buzzing with everyone getting into the party spirit and probably having a bit too much to drink. They had been playing a truth or dare game with everyone having to tell their most intimate fantasy. She remembered joking about being tied up and helpless. She remembered someone next to her, male, quietly asking if that was true to which she smiled and nodded whispering back that it was unlikely to happen thought much the pity. He had replied be careful what you wish for, which hadn't made much sense at the time but was beginning to explain her present situation. If only she could remember who it was.

She lay there for what seemed like an age, mentally going over who was at the party and the more she thought the more annoyed she became, a joke was one thing but this was beginning to get uncomfortable. She tried desperately to get herself free, thrashing uselessly on what felt like a large bed beneath her. The voice made her jump.

"As attractive as you look writhing around like that and as much as it turns me on, you should really stop, you'll only tighten the knots"

She tried to reply, something along the lines of "untie me you bastard" but it merely came out as a muffled mix of sound.

He laughed "I always think women should be seen and not heard, though you'll get plenty of time to scream your protests later" a thinly veiled threat lay under his last comment and she wondered what had been planned for her.

"So beautiful all tied up and angry, I shall enjoy you immensely" she felt his fingers lightly caress her legs, brushing her inner thighs, getting closer and closer. She tried to fight it, twisting her body away from his touch but he merely held her still with his other hand, pressing her body into the bed, while he continued his exploration. Without warning his fingers lightly brushed her exposed cunt, making her tense and gasp involuntarily. "There, it's not all that bad is it?" he whispered as fingers continued to tease her. Against her best efforts she found her body arching toward his touch, wanting more. He didn't disappoint her, his gentle touch increasing in pressure as his fingers found her rapidly swelling clit, lightly pinching it between thumb and forefinger. Her body was beginning to tingle, willing him to probe further. One hand still caressing her clit, he suddenly plunged two fingers inside her, she tensed. Slowly he worked his fingers back and forth; she rose to meet them urging him deeper, harder, faster. She felt the familiar tingle as her body started the intoxicating climb to orgasm, no longer caring who was making her body respond this way, just not wanting it to stop. She could feel herself losing control when abruptly he withdrew his fingers, she groaned in frustration wishing she had her hands free to grab his hand and force it back.

"Oh no, not just yet, little one" he smiled "This is just the start, you must be patient, I'll leave you to consider your position for while, then we'll continue".

She made to protest damning the gag to hell. "I will leave you something to occupy you while I'm gone though"

She felt something cold and hard placed against her aching clit, then his hands as he slid them under her buttocks to lift her away from the bed, quickly fastening something behind her. He placed her back down and she heard him step away. She heard the click of a switch and a low vibration started to tease her clit as the small device did its work.

"Now its up to you beautiful, for every orgasm you allow yourself, there will be retribution, pleasure and pain you see, everything has its opposite and just to prove I'm not joking.."

Fire suddenly shot through her right nipple as he pinched it hard, twisting between his finger and thumb. She screamed soundlessly. Just when the pain became too much, he released her. She heard the door click shut as he left the room, leaving her once more in solitude. The threat of retribution played on her mind as she tried hard to ignore the throbbing device at her clit and the stinging in her nipple. She now had no doubt he would carry out his promise and she was helpless to do a thing about it. 

He smiled as he watched her on the monitor, zooming in to see the look of concentration on her face as she tried to resist the constant vibrations. This indeed was going to be one hell of a weekend. He watched as she came, bucking against the vibrator, she had only been still a few seconds when he saw her back arch again. 

She was exhausted by the time he returned and sighed with relief as the device clicked off. She barely noticed him untie her from the corners of the bed, retying her wrists behind her back and fastening her ankles together to allow at least some small comfort.

"Rest now, I need you fit for your punishment". Once again he left her, to fall into a restless sleep.

She awoke face down on the bed, the only position that had offered some comfort. She knew he was watching her before he spoke "So, you're awake, time to continue little one" She felt him undo her ankle bonds then he hauled her to her feet using the bonds at her wrists. He led her across the room, through another door until she felt the tops of her thighs touch something solid. Before she had a chance to assess this new location he pushed her face down onto what seemed like a table or desk. Quickly he unsecured her wrists only to tightly retie them star like, out in front of her, forcing her even further down onto the desk. Her legs were then parted and her ankles retied in the same manner to the legs of the desk. Once trapped he removed her blindfold, knowing she could no longer raise her head enough to see his face, though she could see enough of the opposite wall to see the collection of "toys" that hung there.

"There, at least I have allowed you to see again and may leave the blindfold off as long as you behave. I'm afraid the gag will have to stay, I'll enjoy your screams at a later date" He saw her eyes widen in fear, anticipating what was to come next.

"So, you're punishment, how many times did you cum? This should do for starters" He held a leather strap in front of her face, she whimpered. "You know you deserve this, you disobeyed my instructions.."

She felt the strap lash across her bare buttocks, gentler than she had expected, she felt the strap trailed between her wide open legs, her swollen bruised clit overly sensitive to its touch. The strap fell a second time then a third getting harder each time. Between each lash, the strap teased her. Each time she thought she wouldn't be able to take anymore until eventually she screamed into the gag, but the lashes didn't stop. Her buttocks were on fire, the pain unbearable but her clit throbbed harder with each blow, building again towards orgasm. The last blow was harder still than the others, making the tears flow from her eyes, the she came, more intense than ever before. 

Gradually she felt hands at her buttocks, smoothing cool cream over her reddened arse. The massage felt good, soothing. She felt the hands gently parting her cheeks, massaging the cool cream into the cleft, one finger teasing her anus. She tensed, that was something she had never allowed to happen.

"Relax" He whispered "the more tense you are, the more it could hurt, besides you might find you actually enjoy it" She sobbed into the gag as he donned the latex gloves in front of her. She saw him dip his fingers into a large pot of cream, then they disappeared from few. She tensed in readiness but he continued to whisper to her, teasing, until she relaxed. The teasing finger suddenly entered her arse, her reaction to push her body further into the hard wood of the desk. She felt a second finger join the first, opening her up further. She heard a zip being undone behind her then his fingers left her to be replaced by the head of his hard cock, eager to be let inside. She screamed once more as he entered her, a sharp pain coursing through her, she concentrated on relaxing. Harder and deeper he fucked her arse, her recent lashing making her buttocks even more sensitive, Making her whimper into the gag. He paused only to reach and untie the gag. "Now lets hear what you sound like little one, still got a scream left for me?"

So saying he pulled sharply on her long hair, lifting her chest slightly off the desk, enough for him to reach underneath and grasp one nipple. He pulled harder on her hair and the finger and thumb holding the nipple squeezed tight, pinching, that coupled with rawness of her buttocks and the intensity of the cock entering her arse pushed her over the edge. She screamed half out of pain half out of the intense orgasm that overtook her. She felt him climax his body shuddering against hers. Once more she collapsed exhausted. She felt him withdraw, then heard the door open and close. 

She was left, spread-eagled over the desk, her recent humiliation there for any casual observer to see. She wept silently, but not she realised just for the complete degradation or helplessness, she had actually enjoyed it and that made her feel a hell of a lot worse. She had no way of knowing what time it was, how long she had been there, even if she had been missed in the real world, all she could do was wait. Wait and see what her tormentor had planned next and even more worrying, was would she enjoy it. 

To be continued...



Be Careful What You Wish For



Rachel Harrison was more than a little preoccupied as she drove to work this morning. A few days ago she had had yet another argument with her husband Jerry about the usual topic that got them fighting these days. For some time now he had been trying to persuade Rachel to allow another woman into their bedroom for a threesome. But Rachel was furious at the suggestion. True, their sex life had become boring lately. After eight years of marriage that was tough to avoid. But Rachel believed that marriage vows still counted for something, and allowing other people into their bedroom clashed with her upbringing.

Jerry had been pushing the subject regularly six months ago but had seemingly let it drop when Rachel flatly refused him. Rachel thought that was the end of it, and it might have been, if an old secret of hers hadn't surfaced. A few weeks ago Susan, one of Rachel's old friends from college, arrived in town on a business trip. She had looked up Rachel so that they could catch up with each other, and Rachel invited Susan over for dinner. The evening had gone well. Although Rachel hadn't spoken to any of her college friends in years, Susan kept in regular contact with them, and Rachel enjoyed being brought up to date.

The evening was moving along nicely until Susan mentioned their old friend Carmen. Rachel had heard that Carmen divorced her husband a year ago, but she was shocked to hear that she was now living with a woman. "I suspect she never got over you," Susan chortled pesteringly.

"What are you talking about?" Jerry asked, astonished.

"You mean your pretty little wife never told you about her old girlfriend!" Susan roared back, now laughing hysterically.

"She wasn't my girlfriend, Susan," Rachel declared, her teeth clenched in anger, "you know that."

"I know honey, I was just kidding," Susan replied, trying to hold back her laughter. "I'm sorry if I opened any old wounds," Susan added, her cackling taking control of her again. When she regained her composure, Susan said, "I was just having some fun with you, Rachel. I know that was a long time ago. It's getting late, and I've got a meeting early tomorrow, so I'd better leave. But I really hope I haven't upset you. We're still friends, aren't we?" Rachel nodded "yes" and Susan got up to leave. She thanked Rachel and Jerry for their hospitality, gave each of them a big bear hug, then left. Once Susan's car pulled out of the driveway Jerry cried, "Do you mind telling me what the hell she was talking about!"

Rachel could feel a headache coming. She wished she could simply turn in for the night, but she knew Jerry deserved an explanation. "I was young. Carmen was not my 'girlfriend'; we just got drunk one night and ended up in bed. It never happened again."

"There's more to this story," Jerry insisted, "you don't just 'end up in bed' with another woman."

"OK, so maybe I was curious, maybe we both were," his wife confessed. "But it was over after that, we never took it any farther. It doesn't mean I'm a lesbian, and I'm as amazed as anyone that Carmen is one now. All the boys chased after her back then, and she didn't exactly mind, if you know what I mean. If anyone in our circle had been a dyke it would have been that fat cow Susan," Rachel asserted.

"Well at least you trust Susan enough to tell her what happened between you and Carmen. You never told me a damn thing!" Jerry exclaimed.

"Carmen and I decided to keep what happened a secret. The only reason Susan knows is because she's a nosy bitch. And because she's got a big mouth to boot, everyone ended up finding out about it," Rachel replied.

"Well that still doesn't explain why you never told me," Jerry said.

"When I met you we agreed not to talk about our past relationships. As far as I'm concerned, what happened with Carmen is ancient history. I remember you telling me that you were 'a bit reckless' back then yourself. I never pushed you to explain that. Don't try to make me feel guilty about a one-time fling I had ten years ago," she replied. "You're the one who wants two women at once, I'm surprised you're so worried I might be gay. Shouldn't this whole thing be turning you on?" Rachel asked mockingly.

"It does," Jerry acknowledged softly. Then he added, "I remember Carmen from the pictures you have of her. She was a fox back then, you both were."

"Oh brother," Rachel huffed.

"You said you were curious Rachel. Well, how was it? Tell me," Jerry prodded.

"Alright, I give in," Rachel sighed, "I liked it. It was a wild thing to do and I was attracted to adventure back then. Are you happy, now?" she asked.

"No, I'm not," Jerry replied. "You know I want a threesome, and from what I just heard, it sounds like you'd like it too."

"I'm not letting you sleep with some other girl. How would you like it if I brought in another man and we fucked like rabbits in front of you?" Rachel asked.

"If I agreed to that would you agree to what I want?" Jerry inquired.

"You're bluffing," Rachel charged.

"Try me," Jerry replied.

"Go to hell," Rachel shrieked, storming off to bed.

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In the two days following Rachel's quarrel with Jerry he began constantly pressuring her about adding a third partner. He'd even started looking through personal ads for men he thought she'd be interested in. Rachel could tell Jerry's efforts were more than just him trying to fulfill the proposal he had made to her, however. After confronting him with her suspicions, Jerry admitted that hearing her talk about screwing another man had really turned him on. He wasn't merely trying to persuade Rachel into adding to a female partner in the future; he actually wanted another man to join them in bed. Rachel couldn't believe her ears, and automatically scorned Jerry's suggestion.

"I'm not interested Jerry, go to sleep," Rachel tried to tell him as they were turning in for the night. But Jerry wouldn't give in so easily. He didn't think it best to pursue the issue any more right now though, so he ended the conversation by telling Rachel that he trusted her judgement completely. He then added that she had his permission to choose any man she wanted if and when she was ready to give it a try. Rachel feigned disinterest but in truth became engrossed with this new twist on Jerry's offer, eventually confronting the fact that this idea intrigued her too. Most of Rachel's boredom with her sex life lately was that she'd always been attracted to strong, aggressive lovers. Jerry was a soft, gentle man. Although she adored the way he lavished her with affection whenever they made love, sometimes Rachel coveted something different. After years of Jerry's docile style in the bedroom Rachel had a craving for some spice in her sex life. She had tried to get her husband to be a little more outrageous with her in bed, but those efforts were in vain. Jerry simply wasn't that kind of man, and Rachel had thus learned to confine her sexual desires to what he was apt at providing. But this new overture had opened up all kinds of possibilities, and Rachel couldn't help her old appetites from returning. Before they went to sleep that night Jerry brought up the subject once more. Although Rachel again rejected his offer, her voice faltered enough in her reply that he knew he had made some headway with her. Rachel lay quietly in the darkness, unable to sleep as she wrestled with her conflicting emotions, while Jerry smiled contentedly, knowing his wife's defenses would cave in sooner or later.

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Rachel entered the office building where she worked as a secretary, got into the elevator, and stood, thinking more about what had transpired the last couple of days. Though she tried her best not to dwell upon, she couldn't resist being somewhat flustered by Jerry's suggestion to let her select a man. Even though she was still against the idea of actually going through with it, she couldn't help herself from staring at men the way she had done back in her single days, when her mind used to play a sly game that rated them on their looks and charm. "It's a harmless diversion for something that isn't going to happen," Rachel reasoned, although her bawdy thoughts had unwittingly made her a lot more flirtatious the last few days. Whenever Rachel saw a man she found attractive, she tried to picture what Jerry's reaction might be if she brought him home, getting a kick out of the thought of trying to shock him.

The doors to the elevator opened. Bobby Hamilton stepped in and said, "Hi, Mrs. Harrison." Rachel was lost in her thoughts, and didn't even hear him. "Mrs. Harrison, is everything OK?" Bobby asked. "Oh, hello Bobby. Everything's fine, sorry, my mind was somewhere else," Rachel answered. The elevator continued its ascent, and Rachel and Bobby stood in silence. "That's probably the way he prefers it," Rachel thought of the timid 18-year-old. Bobby was a student who worked part-time for a company in the building delivering parcels. Rachel had spoken to him a few times; he was a sweet young man, but painfully shy around women. "Too bad, he's actually quite handsome," Rachel concluded, admiring his beautiful sea-green eyes and well-toned physique. "If he had a little more confidence..." Rachel smiled to herself wondering what Jerry would say if she brought young Bobby Hamilton home with her, then almost laughed aloud thinking how Bobby would react if she were to proposition him. The little darling was likely still a virgin; how would he respond if Rachel asked him to join her in a threesome? He'd probably have a heart attack right here in the elevator. "Still, he is quite good-looking, with a little experience..." Rachel mused, then added lewdly, "I wouldn't mind being his Sex Ed teacher." The doors opened as Rachel reached her floor. She looked back at Bobby, smiled, and said, "See ya, sweetie." Rachel had never talked like that to Bobby before, and he couldn't stop his face from turning beet red from embarrassment. "Um, bye... Mrs. Harrison," he stammered, trying to act nonchalant, but failing miserably. Rachel turned and walked away, fighting the urge to burst out laughing.

Rachel was not particularly busy today, and she got bored trying to pass the time, her mind eventually gravitating back to the game she had been playing earlier. Rachel could feel her arousal build as her eyes peered around the office, lingering on the male co-workers she found attractive. She would never create an office scandal by choosing one of them, but as she kept telling her sometimes-guilty conscience, "It's only a game." Just then, Derrick Jenkins entered the room. Derrick was a sales representative who traveled across the country, a bit of a freelancer. He dropped in every couple of months to visit his old friend Mr. Garrett, Rachel's boss, so his unscheduled entrance didn't surprise her.

"Hey lovely lady, how are you today?" he asked, flashing her his winning smile.

Rachel smiled back and replied, "A little bored, but otherwise fine. How 'bout you handsome?"

Derrick was a little startled at her Rachel's manner; she was always polite to him but kind of aloof too. "I'm doing fine, honey. I made a killing on my last trip and I've come back to ask that no good boss of yours to join me for lunch."

"Well, he just stepped out but he should be back any minute," Rachel told him.

"In that case I'll just sit here and wait for the lazy bastard!" he laughed.

Derrick sat down and Rachel tried to occupy herself with some work. Her mind started wandering again, however, and eventually her thoughts centered upon Derrick. Although Rachel had never considered it much before, Derrick was a very sexy man. He was a bit too brash sometimes, but for the most part she found his assertiveness appealing. He was quite handsome too, and the air of confidence he carried with him only enhanced his looks. Most men found Rachel's beauty unnerving, and were awkward around her. As a girl she hadn't had a lot of dates because the boys had been too scared to ask her out. Derrick wasn't like them at all, in fact Rachel was slightly apprehensive of him, and had thus kept her distance from him in the past. He was a tall man, powerfully built, around thirty-five years old. He was also black. Rachel had very little contact with black men, and that made them more mysterious to her. She was also somewhat intimidated though intrigued by their reputation as lovers, and with all her imagination games lately, talking to Derrick piqued her curiosity about them. What would Jerry think about sharing her with a black man? Doing something like this felt so taboo that Rachel began getting turned on just thinking about it.

"Excuse me, "Rachel, isn't it?" Derrick asked.

Rachel looked up, a little startled. Derrick's hulking frame was hovering over her. "Yes," she said.

I'm sorry if I scared you. I was just sitting over there, bored out of my mind. I was wondering, if you're not too busy, maybe I could pass some time talking to you," Derrick said. 

"Sure," Rachel responded.

For the next while Derrick told Rachel all about his recent business trip. It was a fascinating story, and Rachel began envying Derrick for all of the different places he had visited and the people he had met. She gradually became more easy-going with Derrick, letting her guard down, and soon found herself becoming more and more drawn to him. For the first time since she started playing her little game a few days ago, Rachel felt uncomfortable at being attracted to another man. She didn't mind being enticed by those other men, but Derrick was different. Rachel saw him as a real candidate she might choose, not just someone who had caught her fancy.

"You know Rachel, there was this time my car broke down in the middle of nowhere. I would have been in real trouble if I hadn't managed to find this farmhouse," Derrick quipped, deciding to mix some humor in with his tale.

"Let me guess," Rachel said, giggling, "this is one of those traveling salesman-farmer's daughter stories."

"Not at all. In fact, the farmer slept in a chair at his daughter's bedside with a shotgun in his hands," Derrick said, adding effect to his anecdote by extending his arms as if he were holding a rifle.

"That's a little extreme," Rachel chuckled.

"Not if you're a racist, which he definitely was. I'm lucky I even got to stay the night," Derrick said, grinning.

"Well if there's a joke to this I don't get it," Rachel laughed cautiously.

"No, you don't get it, the farmer and his daughter didn't get it either. But his horny wife did, she and I got it all night long," Derrick laughed.

"Derrick!" Rachel blushed, and then feeling a little ribald herself smiled, "lucky girl," causing them both to laugh spiritedly.

Mr. Garrett walked in, and after greeting Derrick, accepted his offer to go to lunch. He went into his office to get his coat, momentarily leaving Rachel and Derrick alone again. Derrick smiled, "Oh, I almost forgot. I'm all alone in this city and was wondering if you might like to go for a drink when you get off work?" This was a line Derrick used on Rachel every time he visited; her standard response was to hold up her hand indifferently and show him her wedding ring.

"Sure," she heard herself reply. Her answer caught Derrick off guard, but he managed to keep his cool.

"Great, Rachel, I'll meet you at the bar across the street," he grinned.

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Rachel spent the rest of the afternoon trying to figure out what she was going to do. Many thoughts ran through her mind, including the idea of standing Derrick up. But Rachel knew that wasn't going to happen, her excitement was too great for her to do that. Her husband was getting off work soon. Rachel realized that if she was going to meet Derrick she would have to call him now to let him know she'd be late coming home. Jerry worried about her terribly if she was ever late. Rachel was confused, what was she going to tell him? That she was going to be running late today because she needed to ask a man if he'd like a threesome? When Rachel phoned Jerry, she tried to tell him what was happening, but couldn't summon the courage to speak the words. Instead, she merely told him she was going out with a friend to get a drink. Jerry could tell something was odd about Rachel's voice, and quizzically asked, "Might this be a male friend?"

"Maybe," Rachel replied apprehensively.

"Don't worry baby, I trust you. Just relax, or you'll scare him away," Jerry said.

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Rachel was relieved that she got to bar before Derrick. She chose a dimly lit booth that was secluded in a far corner. Rachel needed private surroundings if she was going to have the nerve talk to him about this. As well, she decided to make things somewhat easier with a little bit of liquid courage, and was nursing a gin and tonic when Derrick arrived.

"Hi Rachel, I'm glad to see you here. I wasn't sure if you were serious or not," Derrick smiled. "What makes you say that," Rachel asked.

"Because you're married. You've always reminded me of that the other times I've asked you out," Derrick answered.

"Asked me out? Is this some kind of date?" Rachel grinned, her drink making her feel more at ease.

"It's anything you want it to be," Derrick chuckled.

They spent the next half an hour getting to know each other better. Derrick was more charming than ever, and Rachel was quickly falling under his spell. Taking a big gulp from (her now second) drink she decided to make her move: "My husband and I are going to a club Friday night. Would you like to meet us there?"

"I don't know many people in this city, I'm not sure I could get a date so soon," Derrick answered. "Who says you need one?" Rachel asked.

"Three's a crowd," Derrick returned.

"Not always," Rachel hinted, smiling shyly but suggestively.

Derrick's eyes widened and his face broke out in a grin. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?" he asked.

"Maybe," Rachel coyly replied, lightly stroking her glass.

"Why Rachel, you naughty girl," Derrick laughed, giving her bare thigh a little squeeze.

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After Derrick had accepted her proposal they had stayed in the shadows of the booth, flirting shamelessly with one another, until Derrick took the initiative and began kissing Rachel, sending tingles down her spine and making her feel drunk with desire. His hands were all over her grapefruit-sized breasts, massaging them with the skill of an experienced lover, pinching her hard nipples between his fingers. When his hand slipped under the table to her miniskirt, Rachel parted her thighs to give him better access to her steaming box. Derrick pulled Rachel's panties aside and rubbed her engorged clit, driving her crazy. Then he started exploring her honeypot with first one, then two of his long dark fingers, fucking her with them. A few more minutes of this and he would have made her come. As badly as Rachel wanted to, she somehow managed to pull away from him; things had clearly gone way farther than she had intended. Rachel told Derrick to stop; they had to wait for Friday so that Jerry could join them.

Derrick was not easily dissuaded, however. "My hotel room is only five minutes away, come with me Rachel, you want to, I know you do," Derrick urged, as he sensuously kissed her beautiful face. Although her body was still on fire from Derrick's talented hands and mouth, Rachel found the willpower to refuse, and got up to leave. Derrick gave her his phone and room number at his hotel, so that she could see him before Friday if she wished, but Rachel never contacted him.

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Rachel stood in front of her mirror getting ready for her night out. She felt a nervous excitement she hadn't felt in years. It had been three days since her 'date' with Derrick and Rachel was anxious to see him again. It had been so long since a man had excited her the way he had, just thinking about him made her body ache. Being away from him so long had shown Rachel much she wanted him. It had taken all of her will not to go back to Derrick's hotel room with him that day in the bar; the temptation had been so great. The only reason Rachel had stopped herself was because she didn't want to cheat on Jerry, although her lust for Derrick had already had a serious impact upon her morals. A few months ago she never would have agreed to sleeping with a man other than her husband, now having Jerry's permission was enough to soothe Rachel's conscience, and she was anxious to have Derrick join them in the bedroom. 




Be Careful What You Wish For



Jerry came in to see if Rachel was ready, and was stunned by how hot his wife looked. She had put on a tight red blouse that accentuated her firm breasts and exposed her bosom generously. Her short black miniskirt and pumps wonderfully hugged her smooth velvety legs and tight bubble ass. She'd had her hair done earlier and was putting on her make-up when Jerry saw her. He could see the look of anticipation on her face, making her look even sexier to him. Jerry was a little dumfounded that Rachel had come around to his way of thinking so completely, but then again his wife was full of surprises. Jerry had been astonished to hear that Derrick was black, he had never heard Rachel express any interest in black men before, but did not raise any objections. He wasn't going to renege on his deal with her. Besides, as exciting as Jerry thought it might be to see Rachel with another man seeing his wife's beautiful white skin against black man's excited Jerry even more.

Jerry and Rachel were already at the club for about an hour and had had a couple of drinks before they met up with Derrick. They sat and talked for awhile, having another round of drinks, before Derrick asked Rachel to dance. They were having a great time on the dance floor, laughing like two teenagers. Jerry sat and watched, getting turned on as he saw their movements become more and more erotic. After a few dances Derrick excused himself to go to the bathroom, and Rachel came back and sat next to Jerry at their table.

"You look like you're having fun," Jerry said to her, amused.

"I am," Rachel replied, flushed with arousal.

Jerry reached under the table and put his hand between his wife's legs; her panties were soaked through with her juices. "Our friend has got you hotter than I've seen you in a long time," Jerry beamed. "Why don't you slip these off, you'll be more comfortable.

"Why Jerry, you naughty boy, what's gotten into you?" Rachel smiled back. She raised her ass off her seat and quickly slid her panties off without anyone noticing, then put them into her purse. Derrick joined them at their table and they had another round of drinks. Things got hotter as Rachel sat between them, occasionally giving them little kisses. Derrick asked Rachel if she'd like to dance again, and she replied that she'd love to.

This time their dancing was even more sensual than the before, as Derrick held Rachel close and kissed her exposed cleavage while they moved to the music. He caressed her taut body with his big hands, feeling her up really good, setting Rachel's body on fire. Jerry saw Derrick reach behind and under the hem of Rachel's tight skirt. He saw the look of delight on Derrick's face when he realized she wasn't wearing panties, and his smile as he rested his hands under Rachel's skirt and caressed her bare ass as they danced. Rachel pressed her body tightly into Derrick's, relishing the feel of his powerful body, becoming wet from the feel of the sizable erection pressing against her belly. They began whispering little exchanges to each other, each sentence bolder than the last. Rachel told Derrick how sexy he was and how horny she'd been since that day in the bar, how she'd had to fight the urge to call him before today. He told Rachel how gorgeous she was, how he had wanted to screw her from the first time he'd seen her, how he was going to give the best fucking she'd ever had tonight. Rachel felt her pussy getting overheated; she couldn't wait any longer, so she asked Derrick if he wanted to leave. "I thought you'd never ask," was his response.

Jerry drove Rachel back to their house, with Derrick following behind them in his car. Jerry could see the wanton look in her eyes, and he felt lucky to have such a sexy wife. When they got to home, Jerry and Derrick had a drink while they waited for Rachel, who said she had a surprise for them. Rachel went to the bedroom and returned wearing a silk see-through negligee, baby blue with matching thong panties. "Like it?" she giggled, turning around to model the outfit, giving the men an enticing look at her soft tits and seductive ass. Derrick and Jerry whistled their approval, and Rachel never felt sexier. She turned her back on them and strutted away, swaying her hips sexily as she walked up the stairs to the master bedroom, never once looking back to see if they were following. They weren't far behind. 

When the men reached the bedroom Rachel was sitting on the bed waiting. They got on either side of her and she moaned as they began kissing her face and neck while exploring her hot body with their hands. The feeling of two sets of lips and hands on Rachel's body was thrilling. Her body writhed from the pleasure, and soon after she screamed as a powerful climax overwhelmed her. Her head still reeling from the thrill, she was only aware that they were now undressing her when she felt the air on her bare skin. When Rachel was naked, Derrick laid her back on the bed. He wildly sucked her tits while Jerry ate her steaming pussy, and Rachel shouted repeatedly as the waves of her prolonged orgasm wracked her body. She demanded they fuck her, and the men got up to undress.

Jerry had his shirt off and was taking off his pants when he saw Rachel's eyes grow wide. She was staring at Derrick, when Jerry looked too he couldn't believe what he saw. Derrick was standing, his lean but very muscular body fully nude, with an erection that was astonishing in size. Suddenly, Jerry panicked. Although he always knew that the 'other man' might be bigger than him, he was not prepared for anything like this. Derrick's cock was at least twice the size of his own; it looked like he had a nightstick attached to his groin. It was too much for Jerry's ego to handle, he never felt so inadequate before. He asked to see Rachel alone in the hall.

Rachel was dumbfounded by the interruption, but went out with Jerry to find out what was wrong. When he told her he wanted Derrick to leave she was overwhelmed with fury, and slapped him across the face as hard as she could. "How dare you," she fumed. "After everything, after all the crap I had to hear from you. How dare you back out now. Well it's too late. I'm going back in there. If you decide to stop being such a baby you're still welcome to join us. Otherwise, get the hell away from me." Jerry watched Rachel march into the bedroom and slam the door. A moment later the door opened again, Jerry's shirt was tossed into the hallway, and the door flung shut.

Rachel walked towards Derrick, her eyes ablaze with both passion and anger. "What's going on?" Derrick asked. "I'll show you," Rachel answered, kneeling in front of him. Rachel sucked as much of Derrick's cock between her ruby lips as she could and earnestly began sucking him. "Oh yeah Rachel, that's so good," Derrick deep voice breathed. "Where's your husband?" he asked. Rachel stopped sucking long enough to say, "Cowering with his little dick. It's just you and me, lover." Derrick looked down at Rachel and watched her pouting lips trying to engulf his jet-black rod, her cheeks bulging obscenely as she fervently sucked him off. He grabbed her chestnut hair in a tight fist and smiled down wickedly at her, and by the look in Rachel's pale blue eyes, he could tell she was smiling back.

"You like sucking my dick, don't you baby," Derrick growled at her.

Rachel stopped long enough to gasp, "I didn't know they came this big."

"Is your pussy dripping for this big black cock, Rachel?" he asked.

"Yes, baby, oh yes," Rachel moaned.

"Well you'll be getting plenty of it soon enough," he smiled, "but first I'm going to teach you how to suck it right."

"I'm all yours," Rachel answered, thinking she'd gladly worship this gorgeous cock if Derrick told her to. 

After ten minutes of Derrick's "lessons" Rachel seemed to be doing it right. So good that his deep moans were growing louder. Rachel didn't think Derrick would last much longer and this excited her too; she was dying to see him come. Rachel had made Derrick's dark shaft slick with her saliva and was furiously beating him off with her hands. She pointed his huge cock upwards (it curved slightly upwards too) so that she could lick the large black veins on the underside and suck Derrick's egg-sized testicles as he had instructed her to do. Rachel was enjoying this almost as much as Derrick; it was the first time a man had told her to suck his balls and she loved his musky scent and taste. Now that she could tell Derrick was close Rachel's pussy was wet from the excitement, and she sucked even harder to try and coax his black volcano into erupting. Finally Rachel got to see it happen, and she wasn't disappointed. Derrick's cock came so hard she felt it contracting back and forth in her hands. The force of his orgasm (as well as Rachel's excitement) was too great for her to hold Derrick's cock straight and it ended up swaying back and forth as huge jets of thick come spouted from the engorged ebony head. Rachel had never seen anything like it, never seen a man come so hard or so much. Derrick's cock sprayed her hair and across her face, the hot fluid slowly running down her chin and on to her breasts. She licked the come that found its way to her lips. It tasted so masculine, so good. Derrick's penis was only semi-erect now, Rachel thought it was funny that even like this it was still the biggest cock she'd ever seen.

"Get on the bed Rachel," Derrick ordered, sounding even more authoritative now, "I'm going to fuck that tight white pussy of yours." Rachel obeyed without delay, thinking that Derrick's cock was so thick he must think every pussy is tight.

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Jerry was too distraught to know what to do next. After putting on his shirt he decided to go downstairs and sit on the couch to think things through. However, about thirty minutes later he knew that was a bad idea. Even from this distance he could clearly hear the sounds coming from upstairs, sounds of the bedsprings squeaking rhythmically in time with his wife screams of, "Oh, oh, oh!" and eventually her crazed staccato cries of, "I'm coming baby, oh my god make me come!" Jerry couldn't bear listening, so he went out and drove all night. At around four o'clock he drove back home; surprisingly Derrick's car was still parked outside. Jerry kept driving around the neighborhood. Finally, at about 5 A.M., he drove past his house and saw that Derrick's car was gone, so Jerry parked his car and went to the guest room to get some sleep.

Rachel woke up in the early afternoon and lay in bed, her emotions again in conflict with each other. She had heard Jerry come home; he was still asleep. Rachel decided to leave him alone for the time being. She felt awful for being so hostile with him last night. Rachel's engine had been running so hard that Jerry's attempt to pull out the key made her lose her temper. It made her behavior understandable but nonetheless regrettable. "Everyone has insecurities," she thought. As his wife it was her duty to be understanding of that.

Rachel felt even guiltier for having cheated on Jerry. She may have convinced herself that a threesome didn't count as adultery but there was no getting around what she had done last night. Last night. Last night had been amazing, unlike anything she'd ever had before. After eight years of tame lovemaking with Jerry it felt incredible to spend the night with a man like Derrick. As the night wore on he became more and more of a wild man with her, and brought out the carnal instincts in Rachel she'd learned to suppress with Jerry. Derrick her fucked her like a thoroughbred, a black stallion with a horse-sized cock. She had really gotten off on the way his body had dominated hers. She had become so caught up in the moment that she found it arousing when Derrick called her names like his 'randy white slut' and demanded she beg him to fuck her with his 'big black cock.'

By the end of the night Derrick had won her over and nothing was taboo between them. Rachel did things with Derrick she never thought she'd do for any man, it was like he had put a spell on her. Rachel replayed those events in her mind. She'd started feeling a little sore from Derrick's terrific fucking. When she asked him if he'd like a blowjob instead (Derrick was still far from satisfied and hard as a rock) he became angry and said he was going to fuck her in the ass instead. Rachel wavered, trying to change Derrick's mind, but Derrick became even more irate and said he was leaving.

"Please Derrick, don't leave me alone, stay with me tonight," Rachel pleaded. Derrick replied that Rachel knew what that meant, and she grudgingly nodded her approval. Derrick was a skilled lover and it felt good, but Rachel tried her best to hide that from him for as long as she could, hoping to salvage a shred of her ego from their argument. "Kind of hard to do with a dick up your ass," Rachel now thought, laughing to herself. Derrick had known how to push the right buttons with Rachel, and it wasn't long before she started to plead for more and more of his cock. Derrick kept fucking her butt with only the head of his black snake, teasing Rachel. "Beg for it slut," he snarled at her, and Rachel did, over and over until he reacted by ramming her with as much of his cock as her asshole could handle, then fucking her mercilessly until Rachel started coming with one thunderous orgasm after another. 

Derrick spent the night with Rachel after that, sleeping beside her where Jerry normally lay. He showed a softer side then, cuddling with Rachel until she fell asleep. But before Derrick left the next morning he again became aggressive with her, insisting Rachel agree to meet him later in the day at his hotel room. When she tried to protest, the powerful black man flew into a rage, terrifying her. "You think you can get away from me that easily, you white bitch. I'll teach you a lesson," Derrick roared. He grabbed her still naked body and draped her over his exposed lap. She flinched as a flurry of stinging blows from Derrick's strong ebony hand made her pale ass turn red, but couldn't resist her excitement from being so utterly under his control. Rachel never came so hard in her life, almost fainting from the intensity of her orgasm.

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As Rachel got ready to leave she felt like she was in a dream or watching a movie, she had no control over what was happening. She brushed her shoulder-length hair, put on a pair of form-fitting jeans, a white cotton T-shirt, and her sandals and went out to her car. She paused for a moment, like a sleepwalker about to regain consciousness, and tried to make out any images from the guestroom, but she couldn't see anything past the glare from the window. Rachel put on her dark sunglasses, pulled out of the driveway, and headed for Derrick's hotel.

Rachel stood in front of the door to Derrick's room and, holding her breath, knocked. Derrick opened the door and grasped her hand, drawing her in, then used his free hand to fling the door shut behind her. Rachel felt like she was being consumed by a dark serpent as Derrick pulled her into his vice-like grip, wrapping his arms tightly around her slim waist, crushing her braless tits against his broad chest, and said, "Jeez woman, what took you so long?" He then savagely began to kiss and suck her neck and ears.

"I... I wasn't sure if I could go through with meeting you," Rachel managed to reply, her head already spinning from her arousal. "My... my husband.."

"Your husband is a pathetic excuse for a man. He doesn't give you what you need, only I do," Derrick said, cutting her off. He began kneading her firm bottom and sucking her hard nipples through her the thin fabric of her T-shirt. Derrick could now feel the dampness of Rachel's juices against his pants.

"Oh Derrick, when I'm with you I feel naked," Rachel cooed helplessly.

"You are," he sneered back. Derrick grabbed Rachel's arms and shoved her roughly to the ground. She landed on her butt, not sure what was happening. Derrick began taking his clothes off, so Rachel reached to pull her shirt off.

"Did I tell you to do that?" he shouted. She quickly put her arms at her side and waited, paralyzed by fear. When Derrick was naked he walked towards her, his thick cock swinging threateningly at her like a black baseball bat. He brutishly seized her legs, causing Rachel to fall on her back, and threw them over his shoulders.

Rachel was still confused, and asked, "Derrick, I'm still dressed, what are you doing?"

"Like I said slut, when you're with me you might as well be naked," he replied. With that, Derrick drove his steel rod into her soaked-through crotch as hard as he could.

"Please Derrick, we shouldn't be doing this, at least take my jeans off," Rachel beseeched. Derrick ignored her, however, and continued with his assault on her pussy. His battering ram was pounding against her clothed entrance so roughly Rachel half believed it was going to break though and enter her. She was starting to get really turned on now, the friction from her jeans against her hard clit from Derrick's repeated thrusts were driving her wild and she eventually stopped resisting, her sweet nectar now flowing from her cunt like a fast-moving river. Rachel's aroma filled the room, and spurred Derrick to ram her even more powerfully. Rachel's excitement got the best of her too, and she instinctively humped Derrick back against Derrick's steel rod while imploring him to fuck her harder until her body shook from an earth-shattering climax. Derrick clenched Rachel's ankles more forcibly and continued fucking her and, soon after, covered her pants with his seed. Derrick got off of Rachel, his dick still hard, and sat on the bed, smiling. Rachel could see his sense of humor return to his eyes. She looked down at her jeans. There was a large stain of semen soaking into the front. To her own surprise, Rachel just laughed. "Can I take my clothes off now?" she giggled.

"Absolutely," he grinned.

Rachel stripped her clothes off and Derrick motioned her to the bed. She was about to straddle him when he told her to turn around so that she had her back to him. She held his thick ebony shaft and sank down, reveling in her delight. Rachel slowly fucked him as she lubricated his massive cock with her juices, having several mini-orgasms along the way. After ten minutes she wanted to ride him harder, and began to pick up her pace. Derrick grasped her hips and rotated them in small circles, making Rachel gasp as his cock swirled deep inside her womb.

"Oh Derrick, that feels fantastic," she moaned.

"You like that baby?" he teased. 

"Oh yeah," Rachel answered, her eyes glazed over from the pleasure.

"Then dance baby, dance on my black cock," he ordered. Rachel closed her eyes and swiveled her hips sensuously as Derrick held her to keep her balance, until she screamed in climax, drenching his cock and balls with her come. She felt weak, and was about to dismount him, when Derrick held her hips firmly in place above him. "Stay still woman, its my turn now," Derrick said. He rapidly pounded into Rachel from below, his huge black balls slapping hard against her on each stroke.

"Oh my god Derrick, that feels so good! Fuck me, fuck me you big stud!" she shrieked. Rachel had screamed so loud someone in the next room started banging on the wall on the other side, griping for her to keep it down. She couldn't care less at this point, though, and kept imploring Derrick to fuck her.

"Rub your hot clit, Rachel. Rub it for me," Derrick commanded. When she complied, Derrick said, "Look down baby, watch me fuck you. Do you like what you see?" Rachel opened her eyes and looked down and saw Derrick's jet-black cock, glistening from her pussy juices, forcibly sheathing and unsheathing itself inside of her excited pink pussy lips. "Oh my god, baby. It's hot, it's so fucking hot, I love it," she replied, her voice shaking. Rachel thought Derrick's cock looked like a big black branding iron, marking her as his woman. She told Derrick this and he got into it too, growling about how he was branding his white slut.




Be Careful What You Wish For



"Take a good look at me branding you, slut," Derrick growled, "watch your cunt get branded with my black branding iron." After a while Derrick's words and the sight she'd been watching became too much for her, and Rachel began screaming, "Brand me baby, brand me," as she threw her had back and had an earth-shattering climax. Her pussy spasmed around his cock, sending Derrick over the edge too, and his hot come shot deep inside her. Much to Rachel's surprise, Derrick still wasn't through yet. He flipped her onto her stomach then raised her on all fours. Rachel ran her hand through her sweat-matted hair, still breathless, but eager to continue. Derrick's cock was only half-erect but Rachel still wailed when she felt him enter her leaking slit. Derrick fucked her mercilessly, his cock getting harder with every push of his hips. He was so deep Rachel could feel the chocolate head of his penis banging against her cervix, and she shrieked loudly as Derrick fucked her with long, deep strokes. 

"You like that, don't you baby?" Derrick smiled.

"Oh god, yes," Rachel replied.

Derrick started striking her ass with the palm of his hand as he continued screwing Rachel from behind. "How about this, you like me spanking your ass, you naughty whore?"

"Yes, Derrick, yes" she replied, the pain mixing devilishly with the pleasure, making her eyes roll back into their sockets.

"Umm," Derrick groaned throatily. He could feel himself getting close again, so he held Rachel's hip firmly with his one hand. With his other hand he reached forward with his muscular arm and yanked her head back by the hair while fucking her with all his might. "You like this too, don't you, you dirty whore?"

Rachel couldn't take it anymore. "I love it baby, I love it all. Pull my hair, lover. Pull my hair and fuck me hard," Rachel shrieked. Derrick did just that, until they came together once more. Exhausted, Rachel fell sleep in Derrick's arms.

When Rachel woke up, she was still in Derrick's bed; the covers pulled over her. Derrick was nowhere to be seen, but she could hear the sound of the shower in the distance. Rachel lay back not sure what to do next. She gazed thoughtfully at the ring on her finger, the guilt beginning to well up inside her. Would she ever be able to patch things up with Jerry? She still loved him, and she thought he loved her too. What was she going to do about Jerry? What about Derrick? He brought out feelings in her she never knew could have. Rachel had just been with him, yet she was already craving him again. Rachel looked at the clock on the nightstand; it was already evening. "Oh no," she panicked, suddenly snapping out of the trance she'd been in, "I've got to get out of here. It's late, Jerry's probably worried sick." She put on her T-shirt and panties. Her jeans were ruined from Derrick's stain; Rachel ran to his dresser rifled through his clothes until she found a pair of shorts to put on. They didn't fit her at all, but it would be enough to get her back to her car. Rachel then grabbed her things and ran for the door. When she reached it and put her hand on the knob she heard Derrick's booming voice behind her.

"I didn't say you could leave yet woman."

Rachel froze, petrified by fear, then slowly turned around. Derrick stood looking at her from the bathroom doorway. He was completely naked, his dark chiseled muscles gleaming with beads of water from the shower. His large hands were casually placed on his hips. His dark cock was limp, but even so hung proudly below his waist. Rachel looked down at the carpet as Derrick strode confidently towards her. He put his hand over hers, carefully removing it from the doorknob. Rachel's heart was pounding in her throat as she desperately tried to find the courage to pull away. They both remained silent as Derrick slowly undressed her. When Rachel was nude Derrick wrapped his arm around her delicate waist and walked her back with him towards the shower. When they reached the door, Derrick slid it open, turned to Rachel and smiled. "I told you you couldn't just get rid of me, didn't I?" he said. Rachel's sex was already filling with blood, her lips red with desire, her nipples stiff as she eyed the inside of the shower stall while her mind conjured up images of what was only moments away. Rachel stepped into the shower, and Derrick got in after her. As he reached to close the door behind them Rachel knew Derrick was right. She couldn't just get rid of him, and deep down, she knew she didn't want to.



Be Careful What You Wish For



Kindly old Dr. Butterfield, now seventy-eight, had turned over most of his OB/GYN practice to Dr. Pringle. However, he still took referrals and new patients with obesity problems. He only had office hours on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. Nurse Ronda Butler, a real lovable black momma type, had been his nurse for twenty-three years, and would have retired, except for the short work week, as well as she thought of Dr. Butterfield as a most wonderful man.

Ronda answered the phone. "Dr. Butterfield's office."

"Yes, this is Robert Berry, the husband of Barbara Berry, one of your patients."

"Yes, how may we help you?"

"I would like to meet with Dr. Butterfield for a consultation about my wife. Ah, and I would wish that my wife not know of our meeting."

It was not an unusual request, so Ronda responded, "We could see you at three PM on Monday, or 8:30 AM Tuesday. Would a half hour be long enough?"

"A half hour would be plenty of time. Tuesday at 8:30 is good for me."

Each said good bye and hung up. Ronda pulled Mrs. Berry's file. Her first appointment was nine months ago. Her file revealed that she was age thirty-seven, stood five foot, nine inches, and weight, at that time, two hundred, twelve pounds. Her last visit was almost a month ago. Her weight was down to one hundred, forty-seven pounds. She had complained that her loose stomach skin hung down, and that her breasts swung like pendulums, a problem, since they were still a full c-cup.

Ronda recalled that Dr. Butterfield had used hypnosis as a treatment for Mrs. Berry. Since she sat in during the entire time that a patient was with the doctor, she recalled that Mrs. Butler was an ideal subject for post hypnotic suggestion. Dr. Butterfield had achieved a level five stage with her during the second secession.

Tuesday, after everyone was seated in Dr. Butterfield's office, Ronda could tell that Mr. Berry was uncomfortable with her there, so she excused herself, to return to her office. As was their custom, both she and Dr. Butterfield left the intercom on so that she could listen in. She would take notes, so that the good Dr. did not forget to do something that he promised to a patient.

"Doctor, Barbara and I have a problem. Starting when she lost her job, her self imagine suffered. She over ate, and thought that she was not physically attractive to anyone, including me. When she grew past one hundred and eighty pounds, it was imposable to have normal sex with her. She could not breath if I was on her, she would complain. Now, that her figure is back, and the huge stomach is gone, I would like to resume our normal sex life, but she shows no interest. 

I know that you have used hypnosis on her to remove her obesity. Is there anything that you can do to help solve this problem. Oh, and if you tell her that I have asked you to do this, she will be mortified. I would end up in the dog house, and she would probable leave your care."

Dr. Butterfield, being a kindly old man, would do anything in his power to help a couple such as this. He sat back to ponder his options. Finally, he spoke slowly to Mr. Berry. "Bob, as a doctor, and a licensed hypnotist, I am limited in what I can do to solve your problem. The law required that any result that I intent to secure from a secession with a patient be discussed at length with the patient. In this case, your wife is in my care to loose weight."

Bob interjected, "But wasn't her real reason of seeing you to obtain the result of feeling good about herself by becoming attractive, thus resuming her previous lifestyle, which included an active sex life. Gee, we were having sex three or four times a week until she was laid off."

Dr. Butterfield sat back again. He held his head up with his left hand. He does have several valid points, he concluded. Considering further, he thought, gosh, I don't see what harm it would do if I help nature take its course between a husband and his wife."

Ronda, listening from her office, knew exactly what he would say next. 

"Bob, if you agree that this conversation is best not to be discussed with others, I think that I can give your wife a little help in wanting to play in bed with you. Listen carefully to me now. To start any conduct using hypnosis, one must use a key. In your case, when you want sex, get a hard on. Then, walk where she can see your erection. I will instruct her to want to see, feel, touch, and have cocks inside her. Seeing your cock, she will come to you wanting sex."

Bob stood up, as did Dr. Butterfield. With a big smile on his face, Bob grabbed Dr. Butterfield's hand and pumped it up and down. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

Ronda smiled to herself. She knew that Barbara Berry would soon be getting a lot of cock. Dr. Butterfield had solve the same problem, in this very simple way, several times before.

Four days later, Mrs. Berry was in for her post hypnotic suggestion reinforcement secession. In addition to giving her the same eating reduction instructions, the Doctor showed her several pictures of cocks. He instructed her as follows: "Barbara, I want you to look at these cocks. Cock are warm, tender, with a velvet touch. When you see a cock that is over five inches long, you will know that it is a loving cock. You will want to feel it. You will need to have the cock nestled in your vagina. You will need to find a place where just you and the cock can be alone. There you will undress. You will kiss the cock, and then invite it to visit your vagina. The cock will give you pleasure.

Barbara, I want you to think back. I want you to think of the most pleasurable time of sex that you have ever had. Do you have that time in mind, Barbara?"

Slowly she answered, "Yes." 

"Tell me why you liked it so much, Barbara?"

"I was at a party. A guy that I did not know took me into a bedroom. He was drunk, so he could not cum. He had a big cock. He went on, and on, for over an hour."

"You can have sex like that again, Barbara. I want you to think of yourself with that guy, with his cock in you, every time you see a cock."

It was boring for Ronda to sit there listening to the doctor. She thought that he should record his message, so that he would not have to say all that stuff. 

A week later, she answered the phone to find Bob Berry on the line again asking for the doctor.. She listen in to the conversation. "Dr. Butterfield, you are a miracle worker. All I have to do is take it out, made it hard and wave it at her. I only have one little problem, she has asked a couple times if there is any way to make me bigger., and she wants it to last an hour."

The doctor, busy at the time, just said. "Bob, the size and time in her are just inducements for her to keep wanting more. Glad to hear things are going well."

Two weeks later, Ronda was at the mall with her husband, Big Jim Butler. They were resting on a bench when Mrs. Berry walked by. Barbara gave Rhonda a smile, and a how are you. As she walked away Barbara meet a friend. They stood chatting for several minutes.

Ronda whispered to her husband, "See that gal. She must like all the sex she is getting."

"What you talking about woman?"

"Oh, can't tell you. She's a patient."

Well, Big Jim let it drop for the moment, but "All the sex she is getting" was not forgotten, no sir.

The Saturday night they were over at the Brown's, with three other couples. Ronda, who really like her rum and coke drinks, had downed several. Big Jim said in front of the others, "Ronda knows a pretty white gal that is getting a lot of sex. Tell us about her, Honey?"

Caught up in the moment, and being the center of attention, she told the eager listeners all about the Berrys, and exactly what it took to key Barbara. As she finished, she looked at her husband while saying, "I might have exaggerated some by saying all that sex. I meant all the sex her husband was giving her. But he is happy. All he has to do is show that woman his cock, and that girl wants to play." She went on to tell them about Barbara remembering her best sex as being with a guy with a big cock for a long time.

It is funny sometimes how things work out. Ray Hammond was one of the listeners. He and his two brothers owned Hammond Motor, a Ford dealership. He asked, "What position was this lady laid off from?"

Ronda, "Sales representative for a computer inventory company."

The next day the following ad appeared in the newspaper. "Wanted. Large account sales representative with computer knowledge for progressive dealership. Position requires some travel, with overnight visits to important clients. Excellent income based on customer satisfaction. Car provided. Contact Mr. Ray Hammond, at 555-9999.

Ray knew he had hooked his fish when Mrs. Barbara Berry phoned requesting an interview. He started her at $35,000. He let her get used to receiving the fine paychecks. Fully a third of the gross income for his dealership came from the sale of vehicles to municipalities. All these went through the purchasing department, and were most competitive. If he could provide Mrs. Berry for sex, some of the purchasing manages might leak the amount of the other bids, which would allow him to change his to become the low bidder. Besides, he intended to fuck her.

He set up meetings with several of the major purchasing managers. He told Barbara to expect to be overnight all that week. Her weight was now down to one hundred, thirty-three pounds. She has a dynamite figure, Ray thought to himself as she slid in beside him. 

During the trip, which took a little over an hour, he had her review the names of the purchasing managers at the cities that they would visit, as well as the past sales figures. Barbara asked, "Isn't the administration of all these cities black?"

"Yes, but that does not mean that we get all their business. There is politics, and the good old boy factors to consider. I will say that graft, as such, is not a factor as it once was."

They stopped at the town hall in Wooster. Ed Hall was the man to see there. He was young at twenty-seven, good looking, and a cool cat bachelor. After discussing the city's needs for twenty minutes, Barbara excused herself to use the rest room. While she was gone, Ed said, "That is a sweet pussy you got traveling with you. She a good fuck?"

"Don't know. This is the first trip. Care to break some bread with us. After, we can see if she will take us both on."

"That sound like something I might be interested in."

"We are at the Hilton. Is there a good restaurant close to that?"

"Right next door, "Aces High." owned by a friend of mine."

"When you have a chance, call him. Make sure her drinks are happy ones."

"Got you covered, partner."

"Oh, Ed, Don't do or say anything sexual to her. When we go to our rooms, I will follow her into her room. I will show her my cock. Watch how she reacts." 

Ed was laughing, wondering just what to hell was going on when Barbara returned. Ed looked her over. Her reddish brown hair was shoulder length. It offset her light blue suit, with thin blue stripes. The jacket was cut full trying to hid her breasts. The legs below the skirt were firm. He imagined getting between those legs. He felt himself getting hard. 

The meal went without incident. Barbara, a seasoned sales pro, kept the conversation about Ed, where he had gone to college, how he liked his position. Barbara, found Ed to be an attractive boy. He was tall at six foot, seven inches. He was lean. She guessed that he probably played basketball for his college. He confirmed that , as well as adding that he was an end for the football team also.

During the evening, drinks kept appearing at their table. Barbara consumed four large "Long Island Ice Tea." By meals end, she had taken off her suit jacket, revealing what both men had suspected. She had a huge set of tits. 

Ray ended their meal by taking her by the arm, picking up her jacket and saying, "Time to go to our rooms." Barbara just gave them both a happy smile. Ray got the room card for her room out of her jacket pocket. He walked right up to it, opened it, without saying anything, led her into her room. By the arm, he maneuvered her to the bed. She stumbled against it. She slowly, stumbling a bit turned to sit on it. When she looked up, there were Ray and Ed, just a couple feet from her, each with his cock out, waving them from side to side. 

She did not look up. For a few moments there was no change in her expression. Her eyes followed the movements of the cocks, like a cobra's watching the snake charmers flute. More time passed. With her eyes on the cocks, she begin to unbutton her blouse. It came off, follow by her bra. She stood up. She walked to the writing table to lay her garments on it. When her back was turned, Ray motioned to Ed to not say anything, and to take off his clothes. 

Both men found it erotic watching her slowly unzip, then remove her skirt. It was followed by her garter belt, shoes, and stockings. Finished, she turned. Both men took a deep breath. Ed said under his breath, "Bastard, does this gal have a body."

Ray was closest to Barbara. She walked over to him. She took his cock gentle in her hands, feeling it from end to end. Only then did she look up into his eyes.

Ray reached forward to cradle each breast in one of his hands. Ed stepped forward. He, now standing behind her, held the cheeks of her ass. Both men could smell her perfume, as well as her sex. Yes, she was so aroused that she had started to sweat, and her body was turning crimson. Ray looked down at her breasts to find that they were swelling, the nipples erect. He ran a finger around one. She closed her eyes, moaning a low, deep moan that came from the depths of her body. A moan of need. 

Ed had never seen anything like this. He picked her up in his arms like a small child. He turned, to place her on the bed. Hovering above her, his long black cock was in stark contrast to her velvet white, tender skin, as he lowered the end to the soaking wet cunt, that was fully engorged, red, waiting for his cock. Her hands guided it to her entrance. She spoke, "You have a beautiful cock. Please put it in me."

Ed pressed the end past her cunt lips. Her hips sprang upward. He thrust downward. Her hands had the cheeks of his ass, pulling in towards her. Now, he was in to the balls. "Ooohhhooo, ooohhhhooo, please hold still. I want to feel you," she pleaded.

Ed could feel her cunt squeezing his cock like a hand. It felt good. Yes, it felt damn good. He lie there. He could feel her thrusting with her hips, trying to get more in her. Yet, he was bottomed out. Her own movements brought on her first orgasm. Now, she got really tight. He took a long stroke. She screamed, "Ooohhoo, Yesssssss," as her orgasm continued. Ed's long muscular body allowed him to swing his ass in wide arcs as he threw his cock in and out of the hot fucking woman. The harder and faster he pounded into her the more that she moaned, whimpered, bit his ear, and told him to, "Fuck me, Baby."

A Baby he wasn't, but fuck her he could and did. They were now intertwined, bouncing up and down on the bed. Ed's sweat covered body making slapping sounds on her sweat covered body as his cock drove deep into her, again and again. He could feel his cock get thicker. His balls were now tight. His breath was coming in gasps. Now, his thrusts were so hard that she was moving towards the head of the bed, inch by inch. He exploded into her, his cum coming in hot spurts. He humped on, until finally his cock got soft. His sperm was all over her ass. The room reeked of their body smells: cum, cunt, sweat. Watching, Ray was most pleased. That should result in some hot tips in the future, especially if Ed got to fuck her from time to time.

It was now his turn. As he walked to the bed, Barbara's eyes followed his cock, like it was a new sight. It fascinated him to think that here was a well fucked woman who now held her legs apart, eagerly awaiting his hard cock to be entered into her. A woman, mind you, who when the evening started did not have an inkling that she would be fucking anyone, let alone two black studs.

He knelt beside her head. She took his cock into her hands as he expected that she would. Softly, slowly, her hands roved up and down his shaft. He eased himself closer to her mouth. She did not resist, but made no move to suck on it. It was rock hard, as you might imagine. His cock was covered by his leakage. Ray remembered what Ronda said about the doctors instructions to her. Softly he said, "Barbara, my cock is your friend. Give it a nice tender kiss. That a girl. Now take it in your mouth. Good girl. Now push your head forward to take as much of your friend in you warm tender mouth as you can. Good girl. Now, run your tongue up and down the bottom as you suck on it. Perfect. The cock really likes being in your mouth. Holding her head on both sides, he gently moved her head forward and back until he felt like his balls would explode. As the cum rose in his cock, he pulled her head another inch closer so that his cum spurt deeply into her throat. 

Ed, whose cock was covered still with his cum rolled her onto her belly. He put two pillow under her ass. As he spread the cheeks of her ass, he found it so erotic to see her tiny bud, almost unseen above her puffy cunt lip, matted cunt, covered with his sperm. Now on her, with his chest on her back, she was pinned. 

When she felt the pressure on her other hole, she started to complain. Ed, now with the program, soothingly told her that it was her friend that had just been in her vagina. Her friend that had given her so much pleasure. Her friend who wanted to visit her other spot. As she considered all that ed her attention was diverted just enough so that she relaxed. His cock slid in a couple inches. As any woman knows who has experienced that moment knows, once a man is in a couple inches, there is nothing you can do to prevent his cock, especially if covered with cum, from having its way with your insides. 

Having cum just a few minutes ago, Ed merrily pumped his cock in the tightest hole that he had ever known. It was wonderful. When he finished, Ray took a turn with her pussy. Ed finish off Barbara's first night on the road for Hammond by fucking her slow and easy for another twenty minutes, the last few minutes of which Barbara was moaning and jerking as she cum again.

Barbara walked them to the door. She kissed each one of them. As they walk away they could hear her whisper to herself, "Best sex that I have ever had."

The following morning, when they were having breakfast, Ray received another surprise. Barbara, who had seemed distant, leaned across the table to whisper to him. "Ray, I don't know what got into me last night. Must have been the drinks or something. I certainly don't make it a practice of having sex with anyone except my husband. I'm sure that you will understand that we can never do that again."

"I understand." During the drive to the next city, Ray thought about what she had said. He came to the conclusion that she had no idea of the fact that seeing a cock would render her sexual desires uncontrollable. He wasn't all that horny anyway, so he decided not to exploit her that night. Wednesday night, he would be in Richmond, Indiana. Ted Burton was the purchasing manager there. He knew that Ted was a womanizer. He would see if he could get some sort of commitment out of Ted, before he let him fuck Barbara. 

It worked like a charm. During a break in their meeting, he and Ted went to the men's room to take a piss. Ted, always gruff, "Hot fucking woman you got with you. I'd like to traveling around with a snatch like that to hard fuck."

"Would you made it worth my while if I let you have her all night to fuck any way you want to."

Ted, shaking the dew off his cock, eyed Ray. "Your shitting me about having her to play with?"




Be Careful What You Wish For



"Never shitted you before, have I. She is yours if I was to have a birdie tell me what the numbers are on the next bid. Just an e-mail with some numbers on it."

Ted washed his hands. "What motel you at?" 

"Ho Jo. Here is the number. This is how it goes down. You call. I'll give you her room number. You go to the room. Now listen carefully. She will not know you are coming. You knock. She will ask who you are. Tell her that you have a message from me. She will open the door. You have your fly open, with your cock hard in your hand. Tell her to look at it. When she sees it she probably will not do anything for a minute or two. Do not say a word. Just let her keep looking at your cock. She will let you in. Tell her that your cock is her friend, and that the cock wants to do whatever you have in mind.

Ted had heard some weird shit in his time. "You have to be fucking shitting me. You want me to stand in a motel hallway with my cock in my hand while a strange woman looks at it?"

"Okay, I'll stand in the hall with you, until she lets you in. How's that?"

"Your for real on this. You have to be. If you were not you would never move another car in Indiana. Okay, I'll call."

At nine forty-five that evening there was a knock on Barbara's door. "Yes."

"Message from Hammond."

Opening the door, Barbara recognized Ted. Before she could say anything, he said. "Look at this."

Her gaze fell to his cock. His meaty hand held it at the base. Protruding beyond his hand was another six inches of fat black cock, with a dark brown head. He swung it slowly to and fro. Her eyes were locked on it. Her right hand went to her pussy, rubbing it. 

Ted went along with the program until she had kissed his cock twice. Then, he was on her like a great cat. That black rod slashed past the cunt hairs to bury itself in her warm body. It went on and on, When he would rest, she would nibble on his ear, while whispering, "Thank you, oh, it is so good with you."

By the time he could fuck no more, the dawn was just changing the sky from black to gray in the east.

When Ray knocked on her door at ten after nine AM, she answered without a stitch of clothes on. There was dried cum on her face, all over her cunt, tits, and down her legs. Her eyes were bloodshot. She was in no condition to be bait today. He told her that he would order room service for her, and that she should stay in her room today. He would go to Muncie and return to this motel that evening. 

At supper that evening she never mentioned the night before. The next day they drove home. The following week, she was her happy self doing her job just fine. 

For Bob Berry, things could not have been better. Barbara had a job she liked, her figure now was the envy of her friends, she was making more money then she had ever made before, especially after the two thousand dollar bonus she received after the last trip. And the sex was the best ever.

As was pointed out once before, it is funny how things turn out. Barbara went to her twentieth class reunion. She had been one of the four prettiest girls in her class. A queen bee, if you will. Frank Washburn, a thin, mousy guy, had always had a crush on her. She had never paid any attention to him. 

After the dinner/dance, everyone was invited to Jason Black's lakeshore camp. The word spread that with eight bedrooms, and several sofas, anyone who wanted to could spend the night. Barbara had come alone. She had no agenda, except to have a good time. She had flirted with Jason, as well as Tom Brown and Fred Thompson. There was a lot of talk among the men that they would like to hop her bones a time or two. All had got a good look at her tits, which her slinky dress hardly covered.

The vodka punch that Jason served was made with the intent of getting everyone bombed. It did. Frank had to piss. All three bathrooms were busy. By the time he walked out the rear door, he was about to piss his pants. He did not look around to see who was out there. Jason had Barbara up against the wall kissing her, while his hands were both squeezing her ass. Frank thou a small guy had a nice size cock, which Barbara saw in the moonlight. Her eyes went to it. Jason saw that and followed her gaze, then went back to her face. Just as the piss stop flowing from his cock, Frank was aware of Barbara reaching out to grab it. Jason put his arm around them both. He steered them into a bedroom. 

Frank pulled her panties to one side. He slipped his cock into her. Jason went out to the other rooms. He whispered to the guys that Barbara Brigham, her maiden name, was pulling a chain. The girls figured out what was going on and demanded that they be allowed to watch. Barbara was moved to a mattress in the main room. Everyone got so turned on watching her being fucked that woman after woman slipped off her dress, so that she could enjoy some hot sex with guys that she had know long ago. No one left that night. 

Back at Hammond's Ray was talking to one of his brothers one night. He decided to finally let them in on his little secret. He spared no detail. He was not accustomed to his son being home, now that he had graduated from college. Eldred heard the whole tale. He also heard his father say that he and his mother would be out of town for ten days. 

The day they left, he called the Hammond office, asking for Mrs. Berry. "Yes, Barbara Berry."

"Mrs. Berry. This is Eldred Hammond. My father ask me to call you. Would you stop at our house. I have something for you."

"Of course, Eldred, I will be right over." 

Barbara arrived wearing a nicely tailored gray suit, white blouse, with a thin bow tie. Her bra came from Fredericks, as did her tiny open crotch red panties. She was the very essence of the mature sexual woman. 

Eldred let her in. Now that she was here, he almost panicked. When he had heard his father talk about her, she was an abstract being that men could hoodwink. Now here, she was a vibrant mature woman with all the right curves and smells. This was becoming scary shit. He could hardly speak. He dropped his pants and whispered as best he could, "This is my cock." 

She froze, eyes on his cock. Seconds went by. Eldred was about to turn and run when she took off her jacket, blouse, bra, thus letting her tits fall free to sway before him as she finished undressing. He went 69 with her. He had to put his mouth to her pussy. She, in turn, devoured his cock. She moaned as his lips caressed her clit. His cock felt like it was about to explode, so he changed positions so as to bury it in her muff. The sensation of sliding it into her drove him to explode in her.

Three more times that week he enticed her to the house. After his folks returned home, he had no access to her. All he could think of was her willing pussy. If only he could find a way to be near her. 

Luck shined on him in a big way. He heard his father telling his brother that Barbara and her husband were looking for a boarder for the mother apartment which was part of their home. He went over the next day. Stopping a block away, he waited until he saw Bob drive by on his way to work. 

Barbara opened the door wearing a light house coat, floppy slippers, and her hair up in curlers. "What are you doing here, Eldred?"

"I am going to be your boarder."

"Oh, Eldred, last week was fun. I enjoyed it, but I am not that kind of woman."

Boldly, Eldred advanced. "What kind of woman is that, Barbara?"

At a lose for words, she paused.

"Barbara, are you the kind of woman who loves a cock long enough to force your cervix to the side? Are you the kind of woman who craves a thick cock that gives you orgasm after orgasm? Are you the kind of woman who want to be fucked three or four times as only a young man can fuck her?" 

As he said that, he closed the door. Much louder, he asked, "Is this what you want?" He took out his cock. Deftly, he grabbed her hand, placing it onto the black rod.

So softly that he could hardly hear, she whispered, "I was going frantic when we could no longer visit, no longer have you in me. I persuaded Bob to rent out our place, hoping that you would be the one. Take me Eldred, put it in me." In moments, his cock slid into her moist inner nest. There is nothing on earth that is as fine as this, he mused. For the next hour he was in her. They both cum three times. Then, she announced that she had to dress. She and his father had to take a four day trip. 

Laying there naked on her bed he broke out in a cold sweat. He knew what would happen to her on this trip. He had heard his father telling his brother that Ed Hall, as well as Ted Burton would each have an all-nighter with her. But, worst of all, his father was going to a convention of two hundred purchasing managers, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. He had said, "I am going to parade her around the hall so that everybody can see her. Then, I am going to place her in a motel room and invite every man there to come visit." Laughing, he answered his brother's question as to how many he thought would want to fuck her. "Shit, I don't know. You've seen her naked. Everybody!"

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