4 comments/ 30933 views/ 14 favorites Shaming Carly By: hairysurfer There was a sharp knock at the door, and Kelly jumped. He was two hours early. It was still only seven o'clock in the morning, yet she instinctively knew who it would be. She had been dreading the moment since yesterday afternoon when the Immigration Officer had first called. She sat in her chair, frozen for a moment until she heard the second knock, then a third, then a forth in quick succession. "Open up Mrs Hall, I know you are in there!" Kelly rose from her chair at the kitchen table and forced herself to walk to the door. As she slowly released the Yale latch, a great feeling of dread swept over her. This was the moment. "Ah, there you are Mrs Hall, it's me again, Steven Smith from the Immigration Office," he announced, fully aware that she could not possibly have forgotten who he was, or what he wanted, given the severity of the circumstances. "Can I come in?" "I suppose." Kelly swung open the door and allowed the man to follow her back through to the kitchen." "Have a seat - if you must." "Thank you, that's most kind. Now tell me Mrs Hall, have you thought any more on my proposition?" "You mean do I let you arrest my daughter and me and get deported, or do I give in to your dirty, depraved demands?" "Well, I think that's overstating things a little Mrs Hall, or can I call you Kelly?" It was a rhetorical question. "My suggestion, under the circumstances seems entirely amicable and not in the least bit difficult on your part. Although I admit it is a little sordid." "Disgusting and perverted is what it is!" replied Kelly. "Well either way, what do you say? Shall we get your coat now and go down to the office, or will you – or should I say your daughter - accept my offer?" "There must be something else we can do for you," pleaded Kelly, "some money maybe? How can you possibly ask me to make her do such things. Have you no shame?" "That hardly comes into Kelly; it's not my shame but your daughter's that I'm interested in." "You know we have no choice, I cannot go back. I need to stay in England. And with my husband gone...we both have to work." "But not illegally; I can fix that for you." "I have your guarantee that all our papers will be put in order?" "On my word - as an agent of Her Majesty's Government." "That's a laugh," she replied. "Actually I have a draft of the paperwork already filled out. If you agree to my terms, then I will start the ball rolling. Should all be sorted in a few weeks. Meantime of course, you will both be at my disposal." "Both? I thought it was just my daughter?" "Well we'll see shall we?" Kelly stared at him for a moment - this balding, middle aged white civil servant - so respectable looking on the outside and yet so dirty and sick-minded on the inside. But there was really no option, she had already been up half the night discussing it with Carly; they would have to agree to his blackmailing demands. Anything to avoid deportation. "OK then. That's settled. Will you ask Carly to come in then?" "What now?" "No time like the present." "But she's not ready, not prepared; not even showered yet. We didn't expect you for another couple of hours." "I know. Hope it hasn't caused too much inconvenience, but I thought I might just catch her." "What do you mean?" "Well I don't want her all preened and cleaned. I want her exactly as nature intended." "You mean..." "Yes exactly. Call her for me will you." " Carly!" she shouted. "Carly, can you come down for us darling?" Carly appeared at the door almost instantly, she had clearly been listening in on the conversation. "No Mum, no, there must be another way." "There isn't, you know that. We talked about. Now we just have to be strong." "Yes, come on in Carly. My...you are beautiful. I always think mixed-race girls are so exotic looking and mysterious. I suppose that's why I've given you this opportunity. You see I've never, ever seen a naked coloured girl before." "At least let me have a shower, please; I haven't since yesterday morning, and well, you know..." "Know what?" "... well...I've done all sorts of things since then." "Really," said Smith, his interested clearly piqued. "Do tell me more. What exactly have you been doing that means you need a shower so badly?" Carly looked down at the floor. "Tell me girl. I want to hear you tell me." She looked over at her Mum and held eye contact for a brief moment before Kelly too dropped her gaze to the floor. "Your Mum knows the score Carly. Now come right in, please, and tell all about why you need that shower." Carly walked in slowly, taking very small steps, her elbows clamped awkwardly against her sides, wrists and hands out-turned slightly. At twenty six years old, she was extremely attractive, but not in the conventional sense. In her flat ballet shoes, she stood no more than five feet two inches tall and was amply proportioned in all the right places. Given her height, her hips and breasts seemed like they belonged to much a bigger girl and, exaggerated by a slight inward curvature of her spine, the cheeks of her firm round bottom protruded invitingly. Smith was enthralled. Because her father had been white, she was nowhere near as dark as her mother, but she had inherited the course texture of her mother's hair, albeit more walnut coloured than full black. It was thick, wavy and luxurious and fell almost half way down her back, in a hastily arranged ponytail. Typical of her generation, she was wearing a tight tee shirt cropped very low so that her tummy button was fully exposed, and a short, tight dress made of some sort of stretch fabric which only just covered her hugely pert bottom. It was gathered in around her waist, evident only as a slight indentation between her broad hips and well rounded tummy, by a wide leather belt. Below, on her thickish thighs, she wore only black tights and cream coloured shoes on her surprisingly dainty feet. Overall she exuded a very sexual presence, and a certain confidence in the effect that she had on men. She clearly knew how to use it to her advantage. And now, seeing her again like this, it made Smith, all the more, want to make her do the most shameful things; to demean and humiliate herself completely and utterly right in front of him. "Please don't be shy. I think you know what your mother wants you to do for me?" "Yes," came the meek reply. "I know what you want me to do, and don't you dare put this back on my mother. It's you, you sick pervert; you should be ashamed of yourself! Taking advantage of our situation like this" "There's some truth in that," admitted Smith, "but, nevertheless, the fact remains that you need me to help you – and I need something from you in return." "But you know I'm not ready..." "Yes, and that's because?" "Because...because I'm not very clean." "Not very clean where?" "You know where!" her broad nostrils flared as she raised her voice. "Maybe I do but I want to hear you tell me." "Under my arms for a start." "Is that the only place?" "No." "Where else then?" A pause. "Down there," she said finally, nodding in the direction of her crotch. "Down where Carly?" "You really want me to say it don't you?" "Yes I do. Very much." "Between my legs." "Why?" "This is ridiculous." "Just tell me." "Because I was out running yesterday." "And you're a bit sweaty?" "Yes, and..." "And what?" "And things tend to leak out a bit..." "Anything else?" He tried to look right into her eyes but she would not return his gaze. "I've just been to the toilet!" she snapped. "Oh I see. Have you wiped?" "Of course!" "Thoroughly?" She glared back at him. "Well no problem then." "It is for me!" she said. He paused for a moment and then said: "How about we get started then." Carly looked over at her mother for support, but her mother just looked away. "Your mother's already accepted the situation Carly, so I think it's time you did the same," said Smith. "I'm a busy man and the only way life goes on here for you two is if you do exactly what I ask, and with a good grace." "Please Carly," added Kelly, "we have no choice." She nodded slowly. "Yes. OK, OK. Let's just get it over with. What do you want me to do?" "Well, for starters I want to smell your sweaty little bottom. How about you climb up onto the kitchen table for me." suggested Smith. Kelly got up to leave. "I really don't need to see this!" "How about you fetch a cushion or something to make Carly more comfortable," suggested Smith. "Then come back and watch - I insist." While Kelly went out into the lounge to fetch a cushion, Smith grabbed a towel off the rail behind the door and laid it out down the length of the kitchen table. He then drew the curtains and seated himself in the large captain's chair at the head of the table and instructed Carly to kneel down in front of him – bottom first, facing in the opposite direction. Kelly returned with a thick cushion. "Now put that down at the other end of the table so Carly can rest her head." Kelly did as instructed. "OK, now crouch down low for me Carly," he continued, "that's right, make yourself comfy. I will do the rest." Without a word, Carly did as she was told; first collapsing her chest down onto her folded knees and then burying her face deep in the cushion - to hide from the world. As she crouched lower, her flimsy skirt started to rise up over her beautifully formed buttocks. Finally, as she settled her cheeks down onto the heels of her shoes, Smith leaned forward in his chair to lift up what remained of her modesty. As he did so, he felt his cock hardening – but it had nowhere to go. There, presented in front of him, literally served up on the kitchen table, were the full round buttocks of Kelly Hall's beautiful daughter. Her black tights were now stretched so taught that he could easily see right through the open weave to the white cotton fabric of her panties beneath. As he stared straight at Carly's bottom in anticipation of what he was about to do, the straining in his pants became unbearable." "Is it OK if I smell your bottom now Carly?" "Do I have any choice?" Came the muffled reply. "No, not really, I just want you to hear you give me your permission." "OK," she said timidly. "What's OK?" "What you just asked." "Well say it right out to me Carly." "You have my permission to smell my bottom," Carly's voice all of a sudden went very weak." "Thank you." With that, Smith slowly craned his neck forward and gingerly rested his nose against the shallow groove of fabric that outlined the soft cleft of her buttocks. He felt the damp material easily deflect under the slight pressure he was exerting and soon his nose was on the verge of delving directly into the deep, secret valley of her ass. He took an exploratory sniff and shuddered. "Oh my," he muttered, "you do smell very ripe. Are you sure you wiped properly?" Carly bore the entire humiliation without moving or wriggling or even making a sound. She seemed to be coping. He pulled back a moment. "Wow I just love that sweet, musty odour of female asshole; and boy, does your asshole smell Carly! When did you say you last washed down there?" No reply. "I'm really going to enjoy this. Hold quite still girl, I want to smell all the way down inside your crack from top to bottom." He then pressed his nose back against her tights, starting at the small of her back and slowly burrowing his way deeper and downwards. Amplified to some degree by the heat of her ass, the smells trapped inside her underwear became increasingly more repugnant, even as his nose was compressed by the pressure of her cheeks. It was the foul, musty smell of a dirty female ass; an indescribable cocktail of sweat, anal slime and shit. Guided by the strength of her stink, he finally reached the spot where he estimated her asshole to be. She had clearly not washed her bottom for quite some time. Pausing for several moments to savour these raw, pungent odours, he then continued his journey of exploration further downwards. Reaching forward with both hands, he carefully removed her shoes and proceeded to sniff around the soles of her stockinged feet. He suddenly pulled away in disgust. "God your feet stink Carly – it's those cheap ballet shoes – it's even more revolting than the smell of your unwashed asshole – which I can't wait to see by the way!" He started to hear a slight sobbing sound coming from the cushion. Carly was no longer wearing the humiliation as well as he had first imagined. "Let's have a closer look in here shall we," he said, gently applying a little pressure to her ankles to try and open up her legs. "Please don't do that any more," she sobbed, resisting his efforts with all her strength. She looked up appealingly at her mother. But Kelly could offer no reassurance. She just nodded back at her and said: "open your legs for him darling." Trying desperately to overcome her shame, Carly very slowly edged her feet apart. "Now bend forward love so I can push my face right up into your crotch." Again, Carly hesitated for a few moments before slowly raising herself up and tipping forward. As her bottom rotated in front of him, Smith was treated to his first tantalising view of her genitalia as the thin, damp fabric of her panty crotch bit into the deep slit between what he was now able to see was the ample bulge of her extremely prominent labia. It was the classic 'camel-toe" outline which him a clear impression of the shape and size of her cunt. A few short wiry pubic hairs sprang out from the edges of her gusset and he noted with interest that were not jet black like imagined her mothers' to be. Rather, another consequence of her Caucasian father, they were not quite jet black, but a very dark brown in colour, yet they still seemed to retain the course, wiry texture of an African woman's pubes. He moaned with pleasure as the strong fishy odour of her young cunt wafted across his nostrils. He could no longer contain himself and dove straight in with his nose, burrowing his face right between her smooth, stockinged thighs. Carly had no means to prevent him and so, to avoid any physical pain, she obliging spread her knees wider. Smith now had full access to Carly's entire genital area and so aimed dead centre at her slit, pushing hard against the gusset of her panties so that his nose was firmly embedded in the entrance to her vagina. After several moments of breathing in nothing but the stinking air trapped inside Carly's cunt, Smith withdrew his head from between her legs and sat back in his chair. "My oh my! What a lovely smelly ass and pussy you have Carly." He paused for a moment and looked up at her mother. "I really, really want to look at daughter's private parts Kelly. I want see her vagina and anus. I need you to say it's OK?" Kelly just stared back at him and nodded slowly. "Sorry Carly, but now I'm afraid it's finally time for you to pull down your tights and show me your wares. I want see for myself where all those disgusting smells are coming from!" "Go on then you dirty old pervert, just get on with it and stop taunting me," came the muffled, whimpering reply. Carly's face was still buried firmly in the cushion, only this time he could hear a definite croak in her voice. She was disgusted at just how dirty the mind of a middle-aged man could be; she would never again feel any respect towards older men. "My pleasure," said Smith as he reached up enthusiastically with both hands to locate the top of her tights. Looking round at her mother he said: "I've never seen a mixed-race girl naked before; I'm just so intrigued to know what colour your daughter's genitals are and how hairy she is in-between her legs." Gingerly, Smith hooked his fingers under the waistband of her tights and panties and started to ease them down. He was immediately rewarded with a tantalising glimpse of the top of her ass crack and he studied it intently. The cleft of her bottom started out as a well-formed, shiny dimple at the base of her spine, slightly darker in colour than the surrounding skin tone, and it quickly developed into a very deep slot. His first thought was to see if there was any evidence of hair growth and was pleased to note the appearance of a few dark curly hairs, appearing out of the deep valley beneath. "So you have some hair in your ass crack Carly, that bodes very well," he observed. He started to ease Carly's underwear further down over her hips to expose her naked bottom. His next impression was just how pale, yet wonderfully erotic her skin colour was compared with her mother's – which was very black indeed. Her cheeks were almost blemish free apart from a single, angry red spot in the centre of her right buttock. But what interested him most, was what still lay concealed in between the tightly shut cleft of her cheeks - and much further down below. His hands shaking with excitement, he roughly pulled her undergarments as far down her ass as he could leaving her nice, expensive looking panties and tights all scrunched up in tangled mess just under her buttocks. Smith sat back in his chair to admire the view. Her ass cheeks were beautifully formed, a feature inherited from her mother no doubt, very rounded and pert with a deep tight crack concealing her smelly treasures. "Wow your ass is so smooth and round Carly. No stretch marks or anything. But unfortunately I can't quite see your pussy yet. Can you lift your bottom up a little more love so I can pull your underwear right down out of the way?" Without saying a word, Carly rocked forward on her knees causing her bottom to lift high off her heels and into the air. It was an amazing sight. "Now that's better," said Smith. "Let's have a proper look in here shall we." He grabbed hold of both waistbands again and this time was able to able to drag her undergarments all the way down past the thickest point of her thighs to just behind her knees. Satisfied now that he had all the access he needed, he placed one hand over the soft mound of each of her lovely big buttocks, applied a little forward pressure and then tenderly spread them open. As her cheeks parted, and the scent of her anal musk wafted across his nostrils, he drank in the sight of Carly's fully exposed genitals. It was an unbelievable experience. Crouched there on the kitchen table with her pants pulled right down, legs and buttocks splayed open in the most lewd position imaginable, she was now completely stripped, literally, of all modesty. She was totally on exhibition to this white, dirty minded, middle-aged man, like a specimen in a laboratory. Given her small size, Carly had the most impressive coloured halo around her anus. It was a vivid orange brown, coarse and spotty in texture and extremely wide in diameter. It almost filled the entire crack of her bottom - all glistening with sweat and smeared around the outer edges with two crescent shaped steaks of golden yellow. It was the telltale residue from having clamped her buttocks shut prematurely after some, hasty attempt at wiping. Close to the centre of this disgusting looking circular stain, a random array of extremely coarse, wiry brown hairs encircled the twisted, angry looking knot of her ugly, sweaty hole. It was the glorious centre-piece of her display to him; the most secret place of her body. Her anal hairs were only about a centimetre long, but on closer inspection, he could see that their thickness and texture was exaggerated by a coating of some glutinous yellowy-brown substance. He didn't need to smell it to know that it was an emulsified residue of sweat, anal mucus and faeces which had leaked out from her asshole. Shaming Carly He glanced down at the now fully exposed gusset of her soiled panties for confirmation. The fabric was deeply creased and stained where her panties had been wedged high up inside dirty crack. There, sat beneath a small pool of thick, beige coloured pussy cream, he could clearly see three, gritty looking streaks of the same horrible goo that was clinging to the hairs around her anus. Making a promise to himself to take home her panties for further scrutiny and sniffing, he returned to the more immediate business of studying her bottom. It was a bulging swirl of raw purple lumps, about five in total, each folded into the other and smeared with the same unpleasant looking creamy paste that coated her hairs. A single shard of thin white toilet tissue clung to one of the little mounds. "Hold still Carly, I just want to look a little closer at your filthy asshole." "Nooo!" she wailed. "I won't hurt you," he promised, "just reach back and hold open your buttocks for me so I can spread your anus." "No way! Please!" "Kelly, your daughter doesn't want to co-operate. Perhaps you would be so good as to hold her bottom open for me?" "You can't expect me to do that!" she said angrily. "Please Mrs Hall, just do as I ask. Here, let me help you." As she girded herself for the most degrading experience of her entire life, Kelly allowed Smith to take hold of her hands and gently placed them on the cheeks of her daughter's bottom, all the time staring straight ahead in order to avoid any possibility of seeing what he was making her do. "Now open her ass for me Kelly." "Mum no!" "I'm so sorry darling." Smith slowly applied a little sideways pressure to Kelly's wrists and then, as Carly's asscrack started to open up, he gingerly took his hands away. "A little wider please Kelly. Yes, now that's perfect. Hold still both of you." As Kelly obligingly held open her daughter's buttocks, Smith reached forward and tentatively probed the deeply puckered recesses of Carly's anus. "Now let's see what we have in here?" Using two fingers, he gently peeled back all the filthy creases and slimy folds - exploring the entire area around her hole in minute detail. Finally, with her slimy sphincter spread out flat and taught before him, he discovered a dozen or more coarse, seed-like grains of golden shit which had been previously lodged in amongst the lumpy contours of her hole. He then stared in fascination as the rim of her hole eventually dilated and he was treated to the most unimaginably explicit view all the way up inside her anal passage. As he leaned in to sniff into the gaping black entrance to her dirty ring, it instantaneously bulged outwards, expanding around centimetre in diameter before releasing a gust of stinking hot air. Rather than recoil, he took pleasure in this unexpected opportunity to inhale the odours from inside Carly's asshole. As he knew it would be, her smell was a rank combination of day old, sweaty, female bottom musk, bad eggs and shit. As he savoured the exotic colours and textures and disgusting smells of her dirty stinking bottom, he felt himself starting to ejaculate inside his pants. He tried desperately to stop himself but he knew it was too late, he could no longer control himself. The sight of her deeply ridged, purple sphincter; the bulging slime covered hole at its centre; the ragged ring of curly hairs and the large mottled smudge of coarse, discoloured skin which encircled her anus, finally triggered his ejaculation. He sank back in his chair exclaiming: "Oh my God Carly, your asshole is amazing!" Shaming Carly's Mum It was nearly three days later when they received another visit. Kelly, by this time, had just started to allow herself the first glimmer of hope. Hope that maybe Smith, having realised what a dangerous game he was playing, had decided to quit while he was ahead and leave them alone. But, she instinctively knew, on hearing that fateful knock at the door, that all such hopes were now dashed. "Hello again Kelly," said Smith cheerfully, "alright if I come in?" But it was not a question that he required an answer to. "Thank you so much." As he made his own way through to the kitchen, he heard the scurrying of feet as someone dashed out of an adjacent door and into the back corridor. "Carly's not here," said Kelly. "Is that so," replied Smith, a note of sarcasm in his voice. "Look Mr Smith, we've held up our part of the bargain." "Not quite yet, I don't think. I really want to see her again. I thought maybe I might take some pictures to remember you both by." "I don't think so." "Not even if I promise to put in all the paperwork approving your application this afternoon?" A moment's pause. "You promise? Really promise this time?" "Yes I really do promise." "Look, you don't need involve Carly any more, please. She's really very upset after yesterday. I don't think she could go through that again." "But you agreed?" "Well maybe there's something else we can do instead." "Such as?" They both looked at each other for a moment while Kelly tried to summon up the courage to make her proposal "Such as...well...how about me?" Her voice cracked as she spoke the words. Smith looked at her curiously. "You - naked?" "Uh-huh." And what makes you think I want to look at your fat old body?" She stared at him without blinking, again summoning up the courage to speak the unthinkable. "Well for one thing, I'm pretty hairy too -- and..." she struggled to get the words out, "and I smell -- very strong - I know you like that." "Yes I do," he said, starting to show some interest. "Where exactly do you smell the most?" "You know; err around my pussy...and..." "Yes Mrs hall, and where else?" "and my ass I suppose." "Is it all hairy like your daughter's - your asshole I mean?" Kelly stared back at him a moment. "Mrs Hall?" "Err, yes." "Yes?" "Yes. Well, actually more so." "Mm, I image it probably is, isn't it? You're starting to get my attention. Tell me more about what all those curly Afro pubes look like between your legs. I assume they are very curly aren't they -- like hundreds of tightly wound, coils of black wire? Am I right? What do you look like naked? Convince me to accept your proposition!" Kelly looked down for a moment, stealing herself against the incredible embarrassment of putting into words something which very few men - and certainly no white man - had ever seen. She took a deep breath and started. "OK, I can tell that I'm hairy pretty much everywhere round my private parts; I don't shave at all." Kelly saw Smith surreptitiously sliding his right hand down inside his trouser pocket. "And it's not how you imagine. I suppose the hairs are very wiry, but not tight little curls - much bigger, thicker ones. My mound is completely covered..." "Go on..." "with a thick bush of black hair," she continued, " and it carries on right up to my tummy, almost, and all around the tops of my legs - right in between - and then up into my bottom..." Smith was now staring at her groin, transfixed by her words. "So...err, how far?" "How far?" "Up into your bottom I mean? How far do the hairs grow up your crack?" he blurted. Kelly's confidence was growing a little as she realised she now had him under her spell. "Everywhere mister. Like under my arms here." Kelly raised up her left arm to reveal a thick, unruly mass of curly black hairs. The smell of her sweaty pits wafted across Smith's face and his nose instinctively flared in appreciation. "The whole of my ass crack is full of hairs just like this; they even grow out on my ass cheeks a little." "Go on, where else?" "You mean in other places?" "Yep -- do you have any hairs growing in other unusual places?" "Well...I guess I have lots of tiny hairs all over the place...I have some stubble down my lower legs...and a few hairs on my breasts and even some on my toes." "Really? You have hairy tits and toes? How disgusting. And you never shave? You must look quite a sight when you're naked." "No one ever sees me naked. Not even my daughter. I never got naked, even in front of other women in the changing rooms when I was at school." "So you've never taken your clothes off in front of strangers?" "No never. Even when my husband was here we only did it the dark mostly." "So you're embarrassed by your body?" Kelly nodded. "A little self conscious I guess." "I'm beginning to understand why Mrs Hall. I mean who would really want to look at such a hairy, smelly woman?" "Why do you insult me like that?" "I didn't mean to insult you; but since you act offended, I guess it's only fair to you give the benefit of the doubt." "And how's that - what do you mean?" "I mean that maybe I will take up your offer after all." Kelly looked away. "To do what exactly?" She was dreading the answer. "I want you to strip totally naked for me Mrs Hall. That was your idea wasn't it?" Still looking away, she nodded again, very slowly. "And then I'm going to make you show me all those embarrassing hairy places. You know what that means?" Another nod. "What do you think that means Mrs Hall; Tell me?" "You want to see my pussy?" "Yes but much more than that. I want you to spread your thick, fat hairy legs for me so I can have a good old sniff of it." She turned back round to look at him, but this time her eyes were slightly damp. "And then I'll want you to bend over and pull open your huge flabby buttocks so I can have a good close look at your rancid, hairy asshole. I assume it is pretty rancid isn't it?" A single tear ran down her face. "Yes. I mean no. I mean please don't make me do that." "And I suppose we may as well look properly under your arms, and examine your hairy black teats and feet while we're at it. I bet your nipples are all dark and rubbery aren't they?" She nodded, then put her hands to her face and turned away. "No, I changed my mind!" "OK, we'll forget it then. I can see you're not really serious about saving your daughter from any further humiliation. I guess we'll just have to call her back down." "No. No! Please... Ok...I will do it." "Mm," he said in a mock-disinterested fashion, as if considering other options. "I'm not sure I'm that interested anymore." "Excuse me," she said indignantly -- and then instantly regretted it. "OK then, show me what you've got. I suppose it might be worth taking a bit of a look. If I like what I see then maybe I'll think about letting your daughter off." "That's mighty big of you." "Your choice; but I suggest you try to impress me. You can start by opening up the front of your dress if you like and letting me have a good sniff right in that big fat crotch of yours." He made some pig like sniffing noises for effect. Smith leisurely pulled out a chair and sat down in front of her, legs spread slightly apart so that she could see the slight bulge that was already beginning to form in his trousers His head was now at eye level with her tummy. "Now come a little closer. Stand right here between my knees and undo those buttons." Kelly took a few steps forward and started fumbling with the lower buttons at the front of her simple cotton dress. Starting at the hem, which hung just above her knees, she began to release each fastening, carefully threading each button through the button-hole with mechanical precision. As she worked higher, she was aware of some further stirrings beneath the fabric at Smith's crotch. "You're really getting off on this?" "We'll see shan't we," he said, following her gaze. "You'll be able monitor your success by looking right here!" She immediately looked away and concentrated back on the dress. By now she had arrived at her tummy. She was by no means fat, but her stomach was not that of twenty year old girl either. Kelly was quite amply proportioned, and the final few buttons were causing some difficulty. "That's enough. Now open your dress for me." Without glancing down, Kelly scooped at the hanging folds of her dress and slowly spread the two flaps apart with the palms of her hands. It was like she was opening some secret curtains. He immediately drew in a breath and leaned forward in his seat to try and sample the first waft of her genital odour as she released the stale air trapped inside her dress. Fish! Kelly Hall's cunt smelled of very ripe haddock! Smith was now staring straight at Kelly's cream coloured panties, the ample bulge of her mons pubis straining hard against the shear Spandex fabric. He was immediately drawn to a spray of coarse wiry pubes which hung out from the right hand leg hole like some kind of ugly black lichen. His cock twitched involuntarily. As he looked closer, he could see in fact that most of the immediate area around the tops of her thighs was covered in short stubble. The odd random hair still survived, but most had been abraded away by the rubbing together of her thick thighs as she walked. Where the elasticated band of her briefs bit into her skin, the friction had caused a rash of ugly white-headed pimples to break out. Elsewhere, the multiple creases around her crotch were quite scaly and almost white in colour -- contrasting sharply with the surrounding skin tone of her upper thighs. In fact the inner area of her thighs, normally hidden, was several tones darker than the rest of her legs. Smith transferred his gaze to the centre of her crotch and tried to make out the shape of her genitalia as they formed up in the thick sagging pouch which disappeared between her legs. Right dead centre, an elongated, crusty, lemon coloured stain, clearly described the entrance to her vagina. It was much darker and slightly damp at the lowest point, fading to a translucent white higher up and around the edges. He bent forward to sniff at it and immediately recoiled from the reek of stale sweat and urine. "You have one stinky pussy, Mrs Hall! I think maybe it's time we pulled those filthy pants down and had a look to see what's causing all the foul smells." "I don't think I can." "I'm afraid you must. We have a deal remember?" "But...but the smell; you can tell already I'm not that clean!" "That's what's exciting me the most Kelly. I can call you Kelly can't I? 'Mrs Hall' just sounds so formal, especially when you're about to show me all your private parts." "Not by choice! Whatever. I don't care. Let's get this over with!" "Well that's really going to be quite easy for you. Just take off your dress and ease down those embarrassingly stained panties for me and I'll do the rest." Kelly took a step backwards and gradually unfastened the rest of the buttons. She then opened up her dress completely, unhooked the straps from her shoulders and let it fall silently to the floor. Smith slumped back in his chair to admire the spectacle with one hand shoved deep in his pocket. Only now was he able to take in the true shape and tone -- or lack of - of Kelly's body. He had already seen a tantalising glimpse of the magnificent tufts of black hair which hung out from her sweaty armpits and he was now very excited at the prospect of seeing just what just other parts of her mysterious, dark body were equally hirsute and smelly. His eyes darted first to her breasts -- just a perfect handful; then dove into her damp cleavage -- oh how he wanted to sniff it; and then on down to her navel -- a deep dark cave which completely concealed her actual belly button. Random sprigs of black curly hair grew out from around the soft edges of the hole. It was the start of a treasure trail which fanned out across the lower contours her of her tummy and led all the way down to the prominent bulge of her pubic mound. The hairs were coarse and unsightly but served at least to disguise, though only ever so slightly, the mottled brown stretch marks which lay beneath. Just as they disappeared under the waist band of her panties, the density and length of the hairs thickened noticeably. Now she really had his attention. He could only begin to image what must be nestling between her legs. "Wow, you really are quite hairy aren't you? I can't wait to see in your pants Kelly! Will you pull them down for me -- show me that big black, smelly, hairy cunt of yours." "I'm too embarrassed." "I know. That's the whole idea." "Why do you like humiliating women like this?" "You really want to know?" "I suppose it's because you don't get any at home." "I'm not married." "Can't imagine why no one would want to marry you!" "That's none of your business." "I just want to understand why you're making us do this? It is because we're black?" "That's not the reason at all -- but it certainly adds to the excitement." "So why then?" "I like my own personal show; beats looking at porn videos. Those women get paid for it -- most of them probably enjoy it. Far more exciting to shame a proud women like you that would never in her wildest dreams think of showing her genitals to a total stranger in such a disgusting and explicit manner." "You got that right you sick pervert." "It's nothing illegal or immoral. I just want to enjoy what God gave you naturally. I'm particularly intrigued to see what colour and texture the skin is around your vagina Kelly, particularly round the edges of your lips and your anus - and I want to feel in amongst all those course curly pubes." "That's so degrading." "I hope it will be." She looked away. "So how about we continue this conversation with you standing there with your panties down around your knees - inside out would be nice so I can see what kind of mess you make in the gusset; oh, and maybe you could also pull your bra down for me so that your big flabby tits hang out over the top? I lot of black women have really huge distended areolas -- are you one of those?" She nodded in defeat. "Let's see it all then -- your big black tits and your smelly hairy cunt and your filthy asshole. Show me what they all look like." She hunched over for a minute and reflected on what she was about to agree to. He was right. There was no going back. She'd made a deal and that was that. Certainly there was no way she could let him loose with Carly again. But in displaying herself to him like this, she knew would have no shred dignity left - ever. Girding her strength, and putting renewed conviction into her words, she calmly announced: "OK. I'll do what you ask, but please don't touch me." "Start with your breasts. Get them out for me." "OK. I show them to you." Kelly looked down at her chest for a moment and then carefully inserted two fingers into the top of each of the cups and stretched them down over her breasts. Smith gasped in amazement as the huge brown, spotty circles of her areolas came into view. She wriggled her bra side-to-side for a moment in an effort to work it fully down, causing her nipples to suddenly pop out like two hard, black, cylindrical pencil erasers. He gauged they were about ten millimetres long, thick and rubbery in texture, with deep creases in the ends. "Wow, they really are very rubbery aren't they?" As she fumbled with her bra again to make it comfortable, her breasts finally flopped out over the cups - thrusting themselves forward in a very provocative manner and causing her now very erect nipples to point straight at him. "Lean forward a little so I can see how they hang." She obediently bent forwards and let her pendulous breasts dangle out in free space right in front of his face. "They're not breasts, they're more like udders! Would have been fun to have milked them when Carly was little. Sway them about for me." They hung like long, distended, rubbery brown melons with whitish stretch marks clearly visible where they grew out from her chest. The entire end of each melon transformed into massive spotty areolas. They were not neatly defined circles, but slightly oval in shape with very soft edges where the contracting light and dark brown breast tissues blurred into each other. Examining them closer, he could see that in fact the pattern of spots, which were very big and angry looking close in to her nipples, became finer and more regular towards the outer edges of her areolas. They then continued all the way up and around the contours of her breasts looking almost a rash of dark freckles. As he continued to focus his gaze, he realised that out of most of the very prominent pimples which appeared randomly around the base of her teats, sprouted an extremely long, wiry black hair. But they were not straight at all; they were oddly kinked at strange angles just like the hairs on an old woman's head. "Hairy nipples! That's so unattractive; how embarrassing for you," said Smith. Kelly immediately crossed her arms and covered her breasts with her hands. "Don't do that, please." "Stop staring then. I never let anyone see." "I can see why. Just how long are those hairs anyway do you think?" "No idea," replied Kelly. "I did shave them off once but they just grew back even thicker." "Let's measure them shall we, just for fun? Stretch one out as long as it will go." Smith reached into his jacket pocket and brought out a small, plastic, child's ruler. He repeated his instruction for her to remove her hands and then reached forward as if to do it for her. "I said no touching! I will do it." She dropped her hands and then reached back to caress her left nipple, drawing her fingers through the sparse, crinkly hairs until finally grabbing the end of one. She then drew it out full length until the hair follicle was straining at its root, distorting the fat brown pimple it was attached to. "Here's the ruler." Kelly took the ruler in her other hand and tried to hold it up steadily alongside the hair. "How long is it?" asked Smith. "Just hold on! This isn't easy." She immediately lost the hair and searched out another one before repeating the exercise with the ruler. After peering at the scale for a few seconds she announced: "Its thirty seven millimetres long." She it let it go and rubbed her breast. "Will be interesting to see how that compares with the hairs round your cunt." "You're one weird guy." "True. So how about you show me eh? Pull your panties down now. Let's measure the hairs round your vagina." Kelly took a deep breath and ever so slowly peeled off her briefs. As the waist band rolled down, Smith feasted his eyes on the sight of her huge black bush as sprang free of her pants, at the same time releasing a flurry of loose curly hairs which floated down to the floor. "My God!" was all he could say, only this time his mouth stayed open. His eyes widened as her pants started to turn inside out and he realised she was using a panty liner. This explained the big sagging bulge in her panties. As he got his first glimpse of it - all creased and sodden - he could see that very central ridge was in fact wedged up in inside the slit of her vagina. It was so saturated in her discharge that Kelly was forced to part her legs slightly in order to tug out the damp, swollen mess of material from between her thick thighs. As her lips finally released their grip on her panty-liner, the whole filthy ensemble dropped down to her knees with a feint plop ; extruding as it fell, a long gluttonous bead of resinous pussy cream. He tracked its decent and stared gleefully into the disgusting pool of goo now fully on display in her panties. Near the front it had the consistency and colour of peach yoghurt, with streaks of dark brown and grey trailing backwards through the bunched up creases to finish in a large grainy circle of orange brown where her anus had had been rubbing against it. The whole disgusting mess was littered with jagged, broken-off pubic hairs and tiny specs of toilet tissue. Shaming Carly's Mum While Smith examined her genital discharges, Kelly burst into tears. "That is truly disgusting isn't it Kelly?" taunted Smith. "I can't believe that you don't change your panties more often." "I do, every day -- it just that..." "Your holes leak a lot." "Yes," she said meekly. "OK, Maybe you could pack these up in a plastic bag for me later so I can spread them open properly at home and examine the stains with my magnifying glass and smell them while I masturbate." "Uh, that's so vile." "Meantime, how about we organise these chairs so that you can squat down on them and let your genitals hang out fully." Smith dragged two of the kitchen chairs forward and carefully arranged them side-by-side with the inner back legs almost touching, and the front legs splayed apart about a foot. "Now climb up here Kelly and place one foot on the seat of each chair and then lower yourself down." Kelly did as instructed. "That's right -- turn your feet and knees outwards as far as you can and reach back with your hands so that your cunt is thrust forward and you can support yourself on the back of the seat." "This isn't easy." "I know but it will give me a much better view of your cunt and asshole." As Kelly wriggled herself into position, and spread her legs very wide, the smell from her vagina and bottom was almost overwhelming. Smith knelt down on the floor in between the chairs and drank in the spectacle. Apart from the fact that her entire genital area was covered with a dense, fan shaped forest of coarse, extremely curly black pubes, there was no aspect of her private anatomy that he couldn't now sniff or get immediate access. But on first inspection, only the outer edges of her thick, colouful piss-flaps were clearly visible. They hung out into space like the huge, distended, wrinkled up wattle of some alien black turkey. Down the centre, where they had stuck back together, he could just make out a thin ribbon of some glutinous, milky substance which was now oozing out uncontrollably along the seam. "What a fat, ugly cunt you have, Kelly. Your African pubes are so weird -- not like normal hairs at all are they? They're more like wire than hair. No wonder you never let any man see it before ...and my God, that stink!" Kelly recoiled with the shock of his harsh words and then immediately closed her legs. She wasn't too sure what reaction she had been expecting, but most likely it was one of appreciation, not horror. But of course she couldn't begin to understand the mindset behind Smith's peculiar and disgusting fetish and the total delight and fascination he had experienced as she spread her legs in front of him and revealed, for the very first time, the full splendour of her hairy, smelly snatch. "Don't misunderstand me Kelly, I think your cunt is amazing. Please show me again, only this time trying squatting right down on your haunches to support yourself -- it will be much more comfortable -- and then use your hands to pull your knees as wide apart as they will go." "Ugh! I smell so bad." "Yes you do Mrs Hall. Your cunt is really very smelly indeed -- a toxic blend of fascinating aromas from all different areas of your genitals. Probably no other man could bare it, but you see, I am really turned on by the foul, shameful smells that you make down there..." "...and the idea of humiliating me in such a crude and degrading way!" "Exactly. Would any other man dare to get between your legs?" Kelly blinked back her tears. "That's what I thought. Now open up your legs again for me would you. I'm so looking forward to sniffing you right up close..." "How could you even think of it!" "...well it is a challenge actually; to find out if I really can stomach the stench, and also to see if it's possible to identify each individual aroma and discover what's causing it." "Please, not again." "I'm afraid so. This time I want to have a proper look at your cunt Kelly, but at my leisure this time, that's why I suggested you squat down a bit. You haven't forgotten our arrangement already surely?" "No," she said, "I really haven't." And with that she slithered down the back of the chair as instructed, causing her knees to thrust forward. As her buttocks settled down onto the heels of her feet, she carefully reached forward to grasp her knees. Then, being careful to retain her balance, she slowly spread her inner thighs wide open so that Mr Smith could feast his eyes on the most secret private areas of her body. "Wow. WOW!" he exclaimed. He stared by studying her pubic growth in detail. As he had expected from a woman of African-American origin, her pubes were indeed very wiry, starting out as a random, ragged assortment of short, tightly curled hairs, some thin and wispy, others thick like stubble, growing right up close to her tummy button. From there they started to spread out all across the lower contours of her stomach until they became so long and dense that it was almost impossible to see the shape and colour of her pubic mound. Undaunted by the abrupt change of direction, the hairs spilled out all around the slopes of her inner thighs, eventually thinning out to a rough stubble, about three inches distant from her panty line. Deep in each of her thighs, there was a marked bald patch dotted with angry spots and broken off hairs -- evidence of chaffing as she walked along with her damp, thick, sweaty legs rubbing together. It was something of a cliché, but Kelly's pubes really did look like a very used, dirty black scouring pad that had been picked apart and spread out all around her cunt and belly and thighs. Closer in to her hole, especially down the sides and underneath, the loose curly pubes formed up into thick, shiny black coils. On closer inspection he could see that in fact her hairs where firmly glued together with the dried-in residue of her vaginal discharges. He then shifted his gaze to study the central feature of Kelly's spread-open crotch. There, pushing out through the thick curly black pelt like a ripening fruit, were the massive crinkly flaps of her vagina. They were so dark as to be almost blue, with a very slight tinge of maroon along the extreme outer edges - now glistening from the migration of her inner juices as they leached along the join like a thin film of yoghurt. "Could you waggle your lips around a bit for me?" "Uh?" "You know, maybe pull them out a bit -- show me how just long and meaty they really are." Resigned now to her humiliation, Kelly reached down with her right hand and obligingly pulled out her labia to show Smith. At full stretch, her big black flaps were well over an inch long. "Big enough for you Mr Smith?" "Perfect," he replied, "now show me behind." "What?" "I want to see behind your flaps. Fold them over to one side for me so I can see what colour the skin is in there and what sort of crud gets lodged in the hidden creases." She dragged her big wattle over to the left to reveal a shiny strip of pimply skin, mainly purple but mottled in hues of brown, blue and maroon - all glossy with sweat. A few random hairs had survived in the slimy recess and deeper in, lodged in the normally hidden creases at the base of her inner labia -- now stretched open for Mr Smith's inspection -- were blobs and streaks of a cheesy, grey coloured residue. He knew all at once it was the smelly smegma generated from the fermentation, over time, of her vaginal discharges mixed with up dried, flaking skin cells which had collected in the creases. Clearly she did not wash herself very thoroughly. "Hold still. I want to taste what that stuff is in there," he pointed at her smeg. "You disgusting pig - no way! Keep away from me." "Just remember our deal. You have to co-operate." As he started to lean in towards her crotch, she instinctively recoiled. "Hold still, all I want to do is run the tip of my tongue down along the base of your piss flaps and lick up all that sweaty, slimly goo." Kelly nodded reluctantly and slowly eased her crotch into a more accessible position -- at the same time turning her head to one side so that she didn't have to watch this ultimate invasion of her dignity. "Go on, taste it then if you must. Hope you enjoy it." "Oh I think I will." Smith gently pressed his face into her wiry bush and took a few exploratory sniffs. It was the most vile, pungent combination of stale piss, sweat and very ripe fish he had ever experienced. Lower down, as her lips blended out to almost nothing he could clearly see the ugly, bulging knot of her filthy black anus. Though it was partially obscured by random sprigs of thick pubic hairs that hung out of her asscrack into clear space, her hole was slimy looking and peppered with a granular substance which looked a bit like large grains of sugar. But in reality he knew that what he was actually looking at was a mess of tiny, shredded scraps of toilet tissue, embedded in the creases of her sphincter, from when she had last wiped her bottom . As he allowed the tip of his nose to brush against her anal hairs, he noticed how the fishy odour of her filthy cunt was now completely overpowered by the distinctive musty, shitty reek of her unwashed asshole. He dabbed his fore finger against the rubbery, puckered hole and stirred it around in the slimy filth, allowing himself to pull on a few individual, hanging pubes as he went. He then sniffed his fingers. "I said no touching!" He ignored her. "Uh! The smell of your bottom is indescribable Kelly - too filthy even for me to lick." Kelly started to cry in shame. " Let's see what your cunt taste like though. You didn't say I couldn't eat you." With that he stuck out his tongue and proceeded to lick all down the length of the recess behind her labia. "Oh my, yuk, your slime tastes like rancid cheese that's been stored under a pile of dead fish." She started to sob. "When was the last time you had someone give you oral sex? No man would ever want this!" Another sob. "But I'm going to do you a favour, since I'm here. Please pull open your flaps and allow me to lick out your cunt." By now her fingers were trembling slightly and it took her several attempts to unfurl her sticky genitalia and find the ragged seam of her tightly glued-together labia. As she fumbled to prise the two flaps apart, Smith continued to sniff and snort the rancid odours around her lumpy, bulbous anus. "Stretch them wide apart," he ordered. Finally, holding each of her cunt flaps between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, she slowly pulled them open so Smith could look right up inside her exotically coloured, albeit disgustingly, smelly hole. Her labia had a peculiar appearance -- it reminded him of the skin on an elephant's ear -- mottled grey and purple, criss-crossed with deep creases and horribly ragged round the outer edges Once unfurled and released, they hung down all loose and leathery; revealing little streaks of white scum on the inner faces. Smith was intrigued by the stark contrast between the jet black edges of her hanging flaps, the random array of black wiry coils that sprouted out all around the sides and the pastel-coloured, pinky-purple hues that appeared inside her vagina. So much more interesting that a white woman's. Looking closely at the skin texture between her cunt and her anus, in the area of her perineum , he could see how the unusually smooth looking flesh was stretched taught in thin ridges. It was almost translucent. Here, where her labia petered out into almost nothing, at the base of her slit, a band of three or four dark brown ridges ran almost horizontally under her cunt, framing the lower edges of her slit. Deep in the creases, he could see more of that whitish, pasty residue that had formed like cheese in the folds of her lips as they rubbed together. Her thick coily pubes, so prolific around her cunt, disappeared to almost nothing in this most hidden of places, only to sprout out again like coarse black weeds around the perimeter of her anus. He could not see any further into her ass crack without asking her turn around. As he inspected her genitalia and peered into her hole, unexpectedly, involuntarily, she dilated her cunt. "Wow! Wow, your actual cunt hole is actually really very big isn't it?" he murmured as stared in awe through the dangling, ragged pink fingers of skin that formed the inner entrance to her vagina. All around, the inner walls of her cunt were coated in a bubbling, translucent emulsion of white cream. He moved in with his tongue at full stretch and started to lick it. As he lapped up her discharge, the tip of his tongue ran over several hard white spots that grew out on the inner face of her left piss flap. "Uh, that's truly rank; it feels and tastes as bad as it smells! You really do stink down here Kelly -- I need some air." As withdrew his face, his nose brushed against her clitoris which by now had grown out from under its dark black hood like a shiny purple nipple all coated round the edges in crusty yellow paste. It was both ugly and magnificent all at the same time. A small unsightly skin tag hung off the lower edges of the hood. Ignoring his need for fresh air, Smith immediately clamped his mouth over the engorged glistening orb and drew it up into his mouth. He rolled her clit around his tongue for a few moments then started sucking on it for all he was worth. For the first time in the entire encounter, Kelly moaned with pleasure. To be continued...