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Elisabeth

By: eeric



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My name is John and I go to the West college, it's a rather small college. My girlfriend Elisabeth also goes to the same college. We met a little less than a year ago and have been dating ever since.

I'm 22 years old. I am not what you would call an athlete, I have a rather skinny body.

I'm really into computers so I help the teachers at the college with the computer classes. I also help out with students who don't really care for computers and try to get them to use them more.

My girlfriend Elisabeth also uses computers a bit, but she just uses them to design web pages. She also helps other students with their web sites.

Elisabeth isn't either what you would call an athlete. I mean she's not fat but she isn't skinny either. She is a bit chubby I guess.

Elisabeth is blonde but with a hint of light brunette color in her hair. She is 20 years old and she's about 5 feet 5 inches tall. She weights about 160 pounds. As I said she's a bit chubby so she doesn't have that thin waist you would see on models. But I think she looks great anyway.

She has a nice big ass, not a fat ass but a little bigger then usual. So she really looks great in a pair of tight jeans.

Although she is a bit chubby, she still has a few guys watching her. Because she really is quite beautiful, and due to the fact that she does have really big breasts.

She is a size EE. And those breasts you could spend hours just fondling.

Elisabeth and I have just moved into a 2 room apartment next to the college. I think we have it great.

But there is something I'm a bit concerned about. There are these three black guys who almost always hangs out together. I guess it's because they are almost the only black guys at the college.

They always try to pick up Elisabeth. They try to get her to come to their parties and such things. She has always refused but I think she likes the attention she gets from them.

We later learned that their names were Tyrone, James and Jamaal. And that they were all football players.

When we are walking in the hallways at the college and she sees them, she almost always stops next to them and starts talking to me. And every time they try to pick her up even when she's with me.

Yesterday when we were walking to our math class we stopped at a notice board to see when our next class was. 

A minute later the three black guys showed up and started talking to Elisabeth.

"Hey gorgeous, whats you doing." Tyrone asked.

"Nothing, just looking when our next class is." She told them while blushing a bit.

"Well girl you look good today." Jamaal told her.

Elisabeth blushed a bit more.

"Thanks." She told them.

They were all hitting on her, but I didn't know what to do. I mean they were all a lot bigger than me, and I was afraid of if I offended them that they might do something to me later.

James then got up close to her and laid his hand on her back.

"Why don't you skip this whiteboy and come with us and party." James said to her.

Elisabeth looked over to me, expecting me to say something like, that she was my girlfriend and that she was going with me.

But I didn't, I just looked back at her. I wanted to speak up but I was actually a bit intimidated by them.

"You don't mind if your girlfriend comes with us do you, whiteboy." Tyrone said to me.

I looked over at Elisabeth.

"I..." I tried to say something but it wouldn't come out.

Elisabeth looked over at me, and with her eyes it almost looked like she thought that I was a little pathetic not to say anything.

"Well what do you say, you want to come with us and party. Your boyfriend doesn't seem to mind." Jamaal told her.

"I don't know, maybe later." She told them.

I was shocked that she would even consider it.

"Oh and by the way, we hear that you help students design their web pages." Tyrone said. 

"Yes." Elisabeth told them.

"Well we are considering doing a homepage for the football team. Could you help us out little with that." Tyrone asked Elisabeth.

"I guess I could." She told them.

"And when would be a good time for you." Tyrone asked.

"Well I usually help out after school, but I already have someone today. Maybe tomorrow after school." Elisabeth told them.

"Ok then, after school tomorrow." Tyrone said.

After that they left. 

"Are you actually going to help them." I asked Elisabeth.

"Yes." She told me.

"But...."

"But what." She told me.

"I didn't hear you say anything about it when they asked me about it. You didn't even say something when they were asking me out to go to their party." She told me in a bit of an angry voice.

Later that night at our apartment, when we were going to bed.

"You want to fool around a little." I asked her feeling horny.

"No, you can go and jerk off in the bathroom if you feel like it." She told me.

I guess that she was still a bit angry about that I hadn't said anything to the guys.

The next day after school, an hour before she was going to help the guys with their web page, she decided to go home and change clothes.

"Why do you need to change clothes." I asked her.

"I thought that I would change into something a bit more sexier and tease those guys a little." She told me.

"But I..." I tried to say that I didn't want her to do that.

"You know nothing will happen, and you'll be there won't you." She told me.

"Yes I will, but..." I said.

She knew I had to be there because I was the only one with a key to the school and to the computer room after school was out. No one except Elisabeth or me was allowed to be in the computer room after school, when no one else was in the school.

So she went home and changed. She put on a rather tight top for her breast size. The top showed off her ample breasts without showing any skin. She also put on a pair of tight pants that showed off her big ass.

I was a little concerned with her wearing such clothes when she was going to meet those three guys at school, even though I was going to be there.

When we got to the school we opened the doors up to the computer room and went inside and turned on some computers.

We waited for about a half an hour before they showed up.

"Damn girl, you look hot." Tyrone told Elisabeth.

"Yeah that's a nice outfit your wearing." said Jamaal.

"Thanks." Elisabeth said.

Then they noticed me.

"Hey, what's the whiteboy doing here." James asked Elisabeth.

"Oh, John is the only one with a key to the school and up here." She told them.

"Well should we get started." Elisabeth asked.

"Ok." They told her.

Elisabeth sat down with a computer and the guys all gathered around her. I was sitting at the front of the room at the teachers desk.

She began to show them some basic stuff about building your own web site.

I noticed that they were more interested in Elisabeth than the web page. You could see that they were looking at her body and her big breasts through her clothes.

Then I noticed that Tyrone was whispering something to the other guys.

"Oh shit Jamaal, we almost missed are football training." James told Jamaal.

"We have to go Tyrone, we'll see you later." They told Tyrone.

Then James and Jamaal left.

A few minutes later I noticed on my monitor that a part of the schools server had crashed, so I had to go and fix it.

The server room was in the next room so I told Elisabeth that I had to go and fix it, and that I would be back in about 10-20 minutes.

I went into the next room, but I left the door open a little so I would hear if someone screamed or something.

While I was in the next room Elisabeth continued to show Tyrone the web page software.

"You know Elisabeth, you're a really sexy woman." Tyrone told Elisabeth whilst looking into her eyes.

Elisabeth looked back at him and blushed.

Tyrone then reached over and laid his black hand on her neck and began to caress it slowly.

Elisabeth let out a little moan.

"You're a bit tense I think, I'll better give you a little neck rub." Tyrone said.

Elisabeth didn't say anything.

Tyrone then stood up and placed his big hands on her shoulders and began to massage them.

I had now finished with the server and it was running again. So I went back to the class room. When I came up to the door that I had left a bit open, I looked inside and there I saw Tyrone standing behind Elisabeth and he was rubbing her neck and shoulders.

I didn't know what to do so I stayed where I was and watched them.

"Mmm, you have nice hands Tyrone." Elisabeth told him.

"And you have a nice neck." He told her.

Then Tyrone reached down and kissed her neck.

"Mmm." Elisabeth moaned a little.

He then continued up her cheek and to her mouth. She didn't refuse him so he started kissing her mouth and soon they were both kissing rather passionately.

Tyrone then motioned Elisabeth to get up and so she did. They were now standing up and sucking on each others tongues.

Tyrone reached up with one of his hands and placed it on her left breast. He started to squeeze her large breast on the outside of her top.

"Lets take this top off, I want to see your big tits." He told her.

She reached down and pulled her top off over her head. Elisabeth had a bra on underneath.

Tyrone reached around her back and undid her bra and then removed it.

"Damn, those are some big tits you got there." Tyrone told her.

He now had her breasts in his hands and were squeezing both of them. Then he reached down and began to suck on her now hard nipples.

Elisabeth had her hands around his bald head.

"Oh yes, suck my nipples." She moaned.

Tyrone went up and began to kiss her mouth again while he was feeling her tits with one of his black hands.

Elisabeth now took a hold of his T-shirt and pulled it off of him. She began to kiss his black body.

"Yeah get down on your knees." Tyrone told her.

She got down on her knees.

Tyrone then unzipped his pants and got out of them. He now stood in front of her in his boxers.

He took one of her hands and placed it on his boxer front.

Elisabeth could feel his cock inside of his boxers.

"Now pull them down." He told her.

She reached up and took a hold of his underwear and pulled them down.

And out from his underwear flung this huge black cock.

Elisabeth couldn't believe her eyes, it was so big. I couldn't believe my eyes either. It had to be at least 11 or 12 inches long. My dick was just a bit over 5 inches when it was hard.

"Oh my god, that thing is huge." Elisabeth said.

Tyrone was now totally naked.

"Now suck it slut." He told her.

She reached out and took it into her hand and began to stroke it a little. Then she opened her mouth and took his entire cockhead into her mouth.

I could see that she was now sucking on his big cock. She was almost slurping on it. It appeared that she was enjoying sucking his cock.

"Yeah bitch you like black cock, don't you." Tyrone asked her.

"Mmm yes." She said as she was bobbing her head.

I saw that she could only get a little more than half of his shaft into her mouth before she started to gag on it.

Tyrone now pulled her up to her feet. She was still stroking his fat cock.

He then unzipped her pants and pulled them down. She was wearing a thong underneath which Tyrone pulled of her quite fast.

Elisabeth now stood completely naked in front of this black man. He grabbed her ass with both hands and lifted her up. Tyrone then sat her down on a table in the middle of the room.

He then lowered himself so that he was facing her pussy. Tyrone got closer and then reached out with his tongue and started to lick her pussy.

"Oh yes." Elisabeth moaned.

A few minutes later she appeared to be close to an orgasm. She placed her hands around his head and pulled him in closer to her pussy.

"Oh godddddd." Elisabeth screamed out as she was cumming.

I had gone down on her a few times, but she had never screamed like that with me.

Tyrone then got up and kissed her a few times. Then he grabbed his hard cock and placed it up against Elisabeths pussy.

He then slowly pushed it into her pussy.

"Oh Tyrone, I've never had a black cock inside of me before, or anything else that big for that matter." She moaned.

Tyrone started to move his cock faster in and out of her.

"Oh goddddd yessssss." Elisabeth moaned as she was cumming again.

He was now slamming his huge tool into her.

"Now get on top of me slut." Tyrone told her.

He got up on the table and then Elisabeth got up on top of him and sat down on his big black cock.

She started to move up and down as he was feeling large breasts.

"Your a big slut aren't you." He asked her.

"Oh yes, I'm your big slut." She said to him.

I had never gotten away with calling Elisabeth anything like that. But Tyrone was calling her a bitch and a slut and she actually seemed to like being called those things.

Elisabeths big tits were flopping up and down while she was fucking Tyrone.

Tyrone laid his hands on her hip and moved with her.

"Keep slamming your big ass on my black cock, you white bitch." Tyrone grunted to her.

"Oh goddd, I love your black cock up my pussy." She told him.

They fucked like this for a few minutes.

"Ahh, get off me and get down on your knees." Tyrone told Elisabeth.

She got off of him and got down on the floor and onto her knees.

Tyrone got down on the floor and grabbed his cock and placed it up against her face.

"Open your mouth." Tyrone told her.

Elisabeth opened her mouth and at that moment Tyrone started to cum. He spurted his cum all over her face and into her mouth.

"Yeah slut, swallow it all." Tyrone grunted.

He shot a lot of sperm into her mouth and she swallowed all of it. Elisabeth then took his cock into her mouth.

"Yeah, suck it clean." He told her.

She sucked it until it went soft.

"Damn girl, you're one hot fuck." He told Elisabeth.

A few minutes later they got dressed.

"Oh god Tyrone, I have to have you again." Elisabeth told him.

"Well, me and the guys could come over to your apartment tomorrow." He told her.

"The three of you, well ok." She told him.

A minute later Tyrone left.

I then walked into the room.

"Oh hi John, did you watch." She asked me.

"Yes..." I told her.

"And did you like watching me getting fucked by that black man." She asked me.

"I..I..." I tried to say something but I couldn't.

"Good, then you know what is going to happen tomorrow when the guys are coming over to our apartment." She said to me.

"Yes." I told her.

The next day after school when we got home to our apartment.

"Oh god, it's going to feel soo good getting some real cock for a change." She told me.

I didn't say anything.

"Now John, you can watch if you want, but then you have to hide in the closet." She told me.

I nodded yes.

An hour later when the guys rang the door bell Elisabeth had changed her clothes. She was now wearing only a thong and a robe. Her big tits were totally exposed underneath that robe.

"Now hide in the closet." She told me. I did.

She opened the door and the black guys came inside.

"Nice place you got here." Jamaal said.

"Thanks." Elisabeth said.

They talked for a few minutes then Tyrone went up to Elisabeth and started to kiss her.

"Now let's see what you are hiding underneath this robe." Tyrone said.

He undid the robe and let it fall to the floor.

"Damn your were right, those are some real big tits she's got there." James said.

Jamaal then came up behind Elisabeth and grabbed her tits from behind.

"These feel real nice." Jamaal said.

Tyrone then took her thong and pulled it down and she stepped out of them. He placed his hand between her legs and started to rub her pussy.

"Man, she's really wet down here." Tyrone told the guys.

Tyrone, Jamaal and James now began to undress.

A moment later they all stood naked in front of Elisabeth.

She just stared at their muscle bodies and at their big cocks.

"Well I think its time for the slut to do some work." Tyrone said.

He pushed Elisabeth down onto her knees and the guys now stood all around her.

Tyrone grabbed his cock and pushed it into Elisabeths open awaiting mouth.

"Damn, this white bitch can really suck cock." He said.

She then reached up with her hands and grabbed James and Jamaals cocks and started to stroke them.

She now switched and started to suck Jamaals cock. Jamaal grabbed his cock and pulled it up.

"Suck my balls." He told Elisabeth.

She started to lick them, then she took one of his big balls into her mouth and sucked on it.

James then took a hold of her head. Elisabeth then turned around and started to suck James black cock.

"This white girl must be a complete whore for black cock." James said.

"You got that right." Tyrone agreed.

"Lets ask her." Tyrone said.

"What are you bitch." He asked Elisabeth.

Elisabeth stopped sucking for a little while.

"I'm your slut." She told them.

"What else." He asked.

"I love to suck your black cocks." She told them.

"That's a good bitch." Jamaal said.

"Now show us your bed, we're gonna fuck the shit out of you." Tyrone told her.

Elisabeth showed them our bed and then got up on it.

Tyrone got on top of her and spread her legs. He then shoved his fat cock into her pussy and started fucking her.

"Oh yes, fuck me." She moaned.

Jamaal and James got up on the bed on each side of her and held their cocks in front of her face. She took one of them and started sucking it, while she jerked off the other one.

A few minutes later Jamaal laid down on the bed and told Elisabeth to get on top of him. Tyrone stopped fucking her she got up and got on top of Jamaal. She sat down on his black cock, and started to move up and down.

Tyrone had gotten up and was now standing in front of Elisabeth with his cock up to her face. She started to suck him while she was fucking Jamaal.

"Well girl, I guess its just one hole left for me." James told Elisabeth.

She just kept on fucking and sucking Tyrone and Jamaal.

"Spread your ass slut." James told her.

She reached back and spread her ass cheeks.

James placed his fat black cock up to her asshole and pushed it inside of her.

"Oh goddddd." She screamed out as James started to fuck her ass.

She was now completely stuffed, a cock in every hole. And they were fucking her hard.

They switched places and continued to fuck her for about a half an hour before they pulled out. They laid her down on her back on the bed and started to pull their cocks all around her.

"Now you're going to get some black cum down your throat." Jamaal told her.

He then started to cum. He had placed his cockhead right next to her mouth. Jamaal started to spurt out a lot of sperm right into her mouth. She swallowed and swallowed.

Before Jamaal had finished James started to cum. He shot his load all of her face and into her mouth. She had so much sperm in her mouth that some leaked out from her lips.

A few seconds later Tyrone started shooting his big load over her face. He spurted wad after wad of semen on her face.

When they guys had stopped cumming, Elisabeths face was covered in cum. She took some of it on her fingers and placed it in her mouth and swallowed.

"This white slut just loves to swallow cum doesn't she." James said.

"You love black cum don't you bitch." Tyrone asked Elisabeth.

"Mmm, I love the taste of your delicious sperm." She told them.

They talked for a few minutes more then the guys had to leave.

"We'll see your big white ass tomorrow at school." Tyrone said to Elisabeth.

"I can't wait." She told them.

After they had left I came out of the closet.


Elisabeth



Hers had been a long life. The youngest of a large family, a family cursed by depression. The first depression was the "Great" one that cursed the whole country, but also the depression we now call a mental illness. Her siblings, four brothers and five sisters, were all much older than her as were her parents. By the time she was born in 1965 she had already lost one brother to the war in Vietnam and the other was scarred by his experiences there. Her other siblings had had their share of tragedy as well, most of it caused by mental illness.

She first showed hints of it when she was a teen. Thats was when she tempted a  boy to fuck her in the field behind her house. It seemed she had always had that itch, that desperate desire for sexual release. She couldn't remember when she didn't want it, need it. Of course the actions she took brought with them the overwhelming guilt, shame, and depression, knowing she couldn't take back  what she had done, what she had become. She became isolated, lonely at school. They called her a slut. Not a particularly popular young girl, others found her an easy target.

At nineteen, after a suicide attempt, she was diagnosed bipolar, just like her father and older brother and most of her sisters, at least the ones who would submit to treatment, and then came the addictions. First is was alcohol, the pot, and even coke, but always sex. Dangerous, risky sex, was the only kind she wanted. She was a sensation junkie. It had to be intense, painful, blissful. She ran off with a fellow to northern California, but drugs did him in, and in shame she returned home to her family in Georgia to her family who had warned her not to leave with him. It was okay with her though. Even though he was nice enough fellow, he didn't understand her and could never keep up with her sexually.

Elisabeth wasn't stupid. With an I.Q. of 152 she had more than enough intelligence. It was her compulsions that made life difficult. She had settled down enough to get a nursing license and bought a small home in the country outside of Athens where she worked. Her medications had been worked out pretty well and except for collecting  excessive amounts of china, she seemed by most appearances normal. But that itch still bothered her. Many times when shopping on Ebay she would find herself looking at shoes, slut shoes she called them. She would pour herself a glass of tequila, pull down her jeans and insert her big purple vibrating dildo in her pussy and let her imagination run wild. 

It didn't take long before she was placing ads on singles site. Not regular sites but BDSM sites. She listed herself as submissive. She got herself a webcam and put on little shows trying to attract a man who could give hr what she needed. She found a world where she was understood, or so she thought. She had long since given up on love. She never thought that anyone could love her, but sex was something she was good at and she know that men would always take that from her. She was obsessed with it, she thought she might be some kind of nympho. She didn't want just sex though, she wanted to be whipped, made to hurt, disciplined, used and abused, punished. She didn't know for what crimes she should be punished but she knew she needed it. She also knew that few men could give it to her in the way she needed it. Most men were all talk she would say, most men couldn't keep up or were scared of her insatiable and unusual needs, but also, few men could understand her moods, her headaches, the paranoia, her pain and the unusual ways she coped with it. 

What she found only made her feel more empty, mostly angry men who wanted to act out their anger on her. They didn't even seem to like her and gave no thought to her pleasure. They just wished to use her and discard her. It was true enough she wanted to be used, but not discarded. She wondered at times why she even craved their company. She did find other women like her. They would go out, party. She had her nipples and clitoral hood pierced one night after going to an S&M club. It was the typical impulsive thing she was apt to do. She loved the way it hurt the next morning, she loved the pain. It took the pain of being alone away for a little while.

I met Elisabeth when the company I worked for sent me to the hospital for the usual physical and drug screening. She was cheery, professional, I immediately sensed her attraction to me. You can always tell, because most women make a great effort to hide it, usually too much effort, it makes them uncomfortable, vulnerable, as though you might find out their secret. They avert their eyes give a thousand other small hints that they are unaware of. Elisabeth had many secrets.  I can't say I found her immediately attractive. She was very slim, but well proportioned with red wavy hair she wore in a single braid. Of medium height she stood a little slumped as though weary in a way the belied the cheerful tone of her voice. She wouldn't let me have a good look at her face, but she seemed to have dark circles around her eyes, but I could tell she had pale skin with few freckles as are common to red heads.

"You have beautiful red hair," I told her.

"Why thank you," she replied, "but it isn't real, my true color is dark blonde."

"Well red hair does become you."

She had a heavy Southern accent. I noticed she wore no wedding ring.

I have a predilection for women  involved in BDSM. I had a wife who was into it. She died about ten years ago.I had pretty much given up on love too. I had an ad on a BDSM site myself. I had met some women on the site but none to my liking. I find most women through the usual ways, mostly in my work. I have always had a sixth sense of how to pick women who were attracted to me and whom I knew needed my special sort of treatment. Once you have really know a woman who is into D/s you can recognize it quickly.  I hadn't been around Elisabeth long enough to get that sense from her.

One day at work I browsed the ads. Usually I only looked the most recent and not the older ads, but I was bored today. One ad caught my eye. The nickname was "lily flower" she had included a photo showing her breasts with stiff nipples pierced by heavy gold rings, but nothing else to identify her.

I replied. From her ad it was clear she was sexually obsessed, probably into pain and that was primarily what she was looking for. I assured her I could easily accommodate her needs. I never heard from her however. Not even a friendly reply. A few days later the ad was deactivated.

I thought little of it, but about three months later the ad appeared again. I replied again, more assertively. She answered that she though I lived too far away to see her often enough to keep her satiated. I replied that if she met me that she would forget all about such small things, that I intended to ruin her for any other man, that my treatment of her would addict her to me, to my cock. I fully meant it. The sight of her breasts and those beautiful erect nipples pierced by those heavy gold rings had hooked me. I intended to know this woman, to know all of her. I intuitively sensed that she was my type. In our correspondence it had become clear she was extraordinarily intelligent, well read, and a wide range of interests. Intelligent women are one of my great turn-ons, besides they are usually quite twisted as well. I directed her to send me more photos. She sent me photos of her ass, bent over, a weight hanging from the ring in her clit, some of her nipples held in clamps. Each photo was prefaced with the title "Cumslut".  Then the last photo was of her face, a shy face, with a little smile, almost embarrassed, with sparkling eyes, the face of a little girl, a shy little girl. It was Elisabeth.

I considered how I should reply. She hadn't asked for a photo, so I thought it only right to send one now. I told her I remembered her from the hospital and gave her some questions to answer. Her own reply was a confession of how she had thought of me even before I found her ad. She confessed to have great admiration for my ass, that it looked like the ass of a man who could fuck a woman down she wrote. She continued to compliment me, my own Southern accent, my intelligence, my cockiness she called it. ( I assured her, and later she discovered that I would keep my promises.) It became evident she was obsessed with me. She told  me how she had masturbated in her car on the way home from work thinking about me fucking her that day I went in for the physical. She had no compunction about letting me know how badly she wanted me. She came across as a desperate slut. She sent me directions to her house and within the week I was at her door.

Her home was  a gray cottage in the country, surrounded by  a picket fence and large perennial gardens. Day-lily,  climbing roses and iris were everywhere. I walked from the drive across the courtyard and up on the porch to some french doors. She came to the door when I knocked wearing a long dress held up by straps, her long wavy red hair fell across her shoulders and down her back. She looked at me shyly through the glass and unlocked the door.

"Hello", she said in that thick Southern accent with a smile and then she hugged me.

I said nothing, but kissed her roughly taking her by her hair, bending her head back. Then I pushed the straps of her dress off of her shoulders to expose those lovely nipples and rings I had admired in the photos. I took one in my hand and pulled. She gasped.

"Which way to the bedroom?"

"At the end of the hall."

I held on to one of her arms and lead her quickly to the bedroom and threw her on the bed on her back. She instinctively raised her arms over her head, her legs dangling slightly apart from the side of the bed. I began to undress. She raised her eyes to watch me. There was only desire, no hesitancy in her look. She knew why I was there and she knew that what was going to happen was inevitable. Her eyes widened as she saw me slide my leather belt  from my jeans. Now seemed as good a time as any, besides it is always good to let a woman know who is in charge from the very beginning. I took her by her legs and flipped her over on her stomach, pulling her ankles apart. Then I lifted her dress to her waist and held her with my hand in the small of her back. With my other hand I took my belt and laid into her ass.

The first strike didn't even phase her. I hit her harder. She put her hand behind her ass to protect it. I held her hand away in the small of her back and whipped her, punished her, let her know that she should be afraid of me, what I was capable of. She kicked and resisted.

"Be still you little slut. You remember you told me you needed this, now you are going to get what you need." I told her this all the while whipping her ass.

"Please, please stop," she cried.

I didn't, only whipped her harder. She continued to kick. As much as I love to hear a woman beg, I hadn't heard enough yet. She only cried.

Soon the fight had gone out of her and she just laid there and took it. I stopped. I felt between her legs. She was very wet. I rubbed the welts on her ass and squeezed her ass cheeks.

"Strip for me. I am going to get undressed and lie back against these pillows and you are going to sit on my cock. Do you understand?"

She didn't say anything, just nodded her head and let her dress drop to the floor sniffing all the while.

"Let me have a good look at you."

She stood by the bed averting her eyes. She had a beautiful slim figure. Perfect pendulous breast accented by those heavy gold rings. Her ass was firm, and quite full for such a slim girl and it tapered into her legs nicely. I patch of hair was over her pussy lips, but her pussy lips were shaved with a small gold ring peaking from between them.

"You are very pretty."

"No I'm not, you are silly. I know I am not pretty."

"Yes you are. You listen to me or I'll have to punish you some more. Would you like that?"

"Yes, I would."

I was shocked. I had truly whipped her black and blue and she was asking for more.

"You are truly a pain slut aren't you?"

"Uh huh, I really do mean it."

"Good, but know I want some of that pussy. Get on my cock. I want to watch you while I fuck you."

She climbed on the bed and straddled my cock. Her pussy slid down on it easily. She gasped as it pierced her cunt and then when her sore ass touched my legs as her weight settled. Her pussy was snug, hot and wet. I could feel the tip of my cock touch her cervix it went so deep. Then she began to rock her hips. She took my hands and placed them on her tits. I took each one in hand and squeezed and twisted them hard. The harder I twisted them the faster she fucked me. She was becoming frantic and soon she came. It was only the first time. It only a few moments she was coming again and again. 

"I am getting dizzy. I haven't cum this much  before."

I didn't know if it was true or just flattery.
"Slow down then, take it easy."

I put my hands on her hips and guided them down on my cock slowing the pace, raising my hips from the bed so as to fuck her better taking control. She began to pant an came again, then she started crying.

"What's wrong," I asked.

"I feel so guilty. I just met you and look at me, look at how I have behaved. You fuck me so good. You are so handsome. Just look at how twisted I am. I couldn't blame you if you didn't ever want to see me again."

I didn't know what to make of it. Now, I am pretty confident in my ability to to give a woman a good fuck, but I had only just begun to fuck Elisabeth. She did cum often and hard and she was very responsive, both to pain and to cock in her pussy. I pushed her off of me and laid her on her back, opened her legs and guided my dick between pussy lips. I held her wrist above her head and fucked her slow and hard, grinding against the ring over her clit. Soon she was cumming again. I stopped.

"Please don't stop. Can't you keep fucking me. Please keep fucking me."

I started back pumping my cock into her.

"Don't worry darling. I am going to fuck you very well today. I am far from through with you."

I pulled my cock from her and straddled her face guiding it into her mouth and shot my stream of cum into her mouth as she greedily licked and swallowed.

End of Part 1



Elisabeth and the Infanta



Authors Note: The Queen Consort named in this story is Elisabeth of Austria, married to Charles IX, who ruled France during a period of protestant uprisings, and lives in infamy for his vicious reprisals. His wife, though sharing his strong Catholic faith, was known for her piety, naivety and beauty. It is this innocence that makes her so attractive a figure for historical eroticism. The princess is the Infanta (Princess) Isabella Clara of Spain, Archduchess of Austria. Although it is not known that she visited the French court, the women's shared Austrian bonds and similar age makes it entirely likely. Her personal history is confusing and shrouded in mystery, and although she eventually married, it is rumoured that this unhappy marriage was never consummated. What follows is my preferred back-story.

The thick velvet curtains tinged the faint light a wine-dark red as the few candles still burning dimly penetrated the Queen Consort's most private sanctum. The pervading, cloying perfume of incense from the Privy Chapel hung below the lace canopy.

All was still. The court, with the King and his mighty Lords a-warring on foreign soil, was a small and pious one. The guards dozed beyond a thick oak door, periodically kicked to wakefulness by the patrolling captain of watch. Low oaths crept below the jam, but the Queen was not disturbed. No more was her lady in waiting, Clara, who lay curled beside the Queen, her breath whistling softly. She would not have believed that she could sleep, so excited was she to be chosen to wait on the Queen through a night, a few short weeks after she arrived, wide-eyed and awed, a maiden whose father wished her to gain favour for Spain through the service of Charles IX, and his Queen.

Clara, on meeting the Queen was stunned by her beauty, by the elegance of her clothing and her effortlessly regal bearing. The King, inflated by his power and the glory of his court, preened beside her like a peacock, but seemed to shrink beside the Queen's pale, perfect features. Clara herself appeared the very opposite of the Queen. She was every inch a Spanish maiden, dark where the Queen was pale, short and buxom beside the willowy Queen, with flashing, smiling black eyes and a ready laugh, beside a Queen who was serene and quiet. She was the shining star of a contented court.

Tonight, though, was the first time she had sat alongside the Queen at dinner in the great hall. She had poured wine and small ale for her royal cousin, and been fed small delicacies in return, roasted widgeon, spiced quail, and the other trappings of the summer hunts. Clara had shone with pleasure and pride at her position, and the Queen seemed happy to gossip, to giggle, and to whisper with her new friend. Indeed, her reputation for innocence seemed ill founded; she was comfortable with her friend, and the wine bought colour to her cheek and words flooding from her tongue. There had been a festive air in the skeleton court; news had arrived of a great victory for France, and soon, it was rumoured, the King would return to his beloved wife, and there would be a court progress, to the palaces of Fontainebleau and Amiens, and on to the houses of the favoured gentry in Normandie.

The excitement, and the novelty of mead, had left Clara drowsy and she leant on the Queen's arm as they made their way to the Privy Chambers. She was giggling at the delicious intimacy of the Queen's gossip, "Of course, only the most handsome men in Europe will be good enough for my Spanish infanta. We must marry you now, Clara; eighteen is by far the best age. I fancy there is a Saxon prince who would be quite suitable, and most wonderfully strong. A hunter, and a real man." At her drunken emphasis, and graphic gesticulations, the two of them were paralysed by further giggles, and stumbled past the guards and into the inner chamber. Their dresses were quickly removed, their hair freed from its tresses, and their dress-servants were dismissed. 

Clara was dozing when she heard the rustling of the Queen's undergarments against the thick English blankets. She half-turned, wondering if all was well. She became aware of the heat of another body close beside her, and she felt, rather than saw, the Queen's willowy body stretched alongside her. Clara caught her breath, reassured herself that the Queen was simply moving in her sleep, subconsciously seeking companionship. She closed her eyes, and her mind again began to wander, when she felt a wetness on the back of her neck, the tip of her ear. She smelt the honeyed, meady breath of the Queen close, too close, behind her. Again, she half-turned, to face her bedmate, and she felt their bodies touch. Clara, still curled like a question mark, was ensconced by the taller woman, could feel another body along every inch of hers. In spite of her fear, her confusion, Clara's heart began to beat a little faster.

The Queen's eyes were half-shut; she appeared to be still. Clara almost thought her asleep, when she felt a hand on her waist, pushing her into the soft straw below. The silhouette of the Queen's beautiful face was above her. Clara was being tickled by strands of golden hair. She smiled, still nervous, her mind a whirl of conflicting emotions. "Elisabeth... Your Grace, please.... Whatever are you doing?" "Hush, my infanta, me querida, be still." The Queen's hand left Clara's hip, and began tracing the line of golden embroidery along her shift, the back of her hand rubbed softly against the underside of the Princess' breast. Despite herself, Clara felt her nipple stiffen. This was not a totally alien sensation, but it was one she had been trained by nurses and Cardinals alike to resist. It was harder than she knew. She fought to think chaste thoughts, and to resist the advances; she had a position within the court to maintain. Yet the heady perfumes of mead, incense, and the pomander rub the queen wore between her breasts were intoxicating. Clara felt younger than her years, and began to weaken.

Almost as though they were not her own, Clara's hands moved upwards, to encircle the Queen, running her hands over her stomach, linking her fingers behind the older woman's back, and wantonly pulling France's Queen towards her. The Queen pushed upwards against the blankets, away from Clara's embrace, and Clara released her, feeling a juddering surge of panic. Was this a mistake? Did the Queen not desire her? But Elisabeth was moving only to allow room to straddle the infanta. As she sank back beneath the blankets, Clara saw the flash of a triumphant, breathless smile as Elisabeth took Clara's hands in her own and placed them once more on the small of her back, which the Spaniard began to gently massage. She could feel each gentle bump in the older woman's spine beneath her soft, yielding flesh. As she continued to shyly explore the tiniest areas of the Queen's body, she slowly and inadvertently exposed a slither of skin between the vest and petticoats of her beautiful host. Unexpectedly, her finger found this bare skin. The intimacy of the touch, and the heat of the body she touched, increased Clara's passion enormously. She was overwhelmed by her own emotions, aware of her own arousal, and aware, too, of a more complex feeling. Not love, but a desire to please this woman, and a desire to intensify this bond of intimacy, affection and lust that had grown up between them.

Elisabeth, too, was increasingly aroused. Yet for her it was a more familiar feeling. She had been raised from birth to accept the rule of men, despite knowing that she was brighter, stronger, and more politically astute than they, and she aggressively sought positions of power. As a scholar, and a politician, she was content to play the demure, innocent wife, her brilliance and apparent piety mitigating the hatred felt towards the weakling King. For Elisabeth, the pleasure was in the influence she held over him, her power to change policy through her private conversations. Yet sexually she remained a passive being, bound to a man for whom she felt no affection, and certainly no attraction. She had learnt from a very young age to use her power, and the unusual privacy of her chambers at night, to seduce servants and ladies-in-waiting, to become the sexual aggressor, and to experience pleasures of the flesh denied by taboo to women of her station. Tonight, straddling a lithe, nubile Spaniard of royal blood, she was entranced by herself, by her own beauty and seductiveness, as much as by the dark prettiness of the young girl who lay beneath her. Clara's dark eyes were flashing with desire, she sub-consciously arched her back towards her pale seducer's touch, as the Queen ran a finger slowly down her lover's collarbone, gently scratching with a finely manicured fingernail. 

Surveying the young woman below her, cherry-dark lips parting as her breathing increased, a calculating part of the Queen's brain, divorced from her own desire, judged the moment right to intensify her advances. She slipped a probing finger below the top of Clara's shift, taking in the contrast between the scratchiness of the lace and the softness of her bust. Her finger continued to trace a line around the top of the heaving, olive-tanned orb, and journeyed slowly, almost playfully, across the infanta's armpit, causing her to writhe in the tickled confusion between pleasure and discomfort. Elisabeth gathered the thin sleeve of her submissive partner's shift, pausing to caress the strong shoulder beneath, the taut skin reflecting the reddish glow in dancing patterns. Without warning, she ripped the cloth, hard. The tear exposed the right side of Clara's young body, her navel just visible in a pile of tattered clothing, her breast fully exposed, the stiffness of arousal accentuated by the sudden cold. Clara's shock at the suddenness of the exposure, of the invasion, overcame all other emotions, and, wide-eyed, she lay without fear or embarrassment. As Elisabeth, her eyes accustomed to the dim light, gazed hungrily and at length at this perfect form, the Princess' arousal rose too. She realised with a quickly passing feeling of shame that she was pleased to be an object of desire, pleased that her body aroused this Queen, who had so suddenly grown from a humble and pliant young lady of power to a great woman, who seemed at once to tower over her, and yet to be as close, as intimate, as to already be lain flat atop her.

As Clara's shame flickered and died, she began to move her hands at last. She lowered them slowly over the twin mounds of Elisabeth's buttocks, the flesh tautened as the Queen half-knelt, half-lay above her. Slowly Clara explored, for the first time, another body. Her forefinger traced the cleft between the Austrian's cheeks, and she heard a soft cry from the velvety darkness above her. The cry, though quiet, punctuated the drowsy stillness of the night, and was the opening of a door of intimacy and of arousal for the Princess, who suddenly knew, as though by instinct, what she sought. She pulled the older woman towards her, hands kneading hard, almost as if trying to transmit lust through her fingertips.

The Queen responded, her own thoughts and actions quickened by Clara's unexpectedly confident explorations. Elisabeth bent her head to the Spaniards chest, laid her head softly on one breast, cupping the other, exposed, in both hands. Her touch was delicate, but betrayed its urgency as she stroked every point on the olive-oil skin of the infanta's young chest. Slowly, as though seeking not to startle a wild creature, she reached her mouth towards the Princess' body, and grazed her tongue slowly towards the stiffened nipple that quivered as Clara took sudden, shuddering breaths. She began to lick in tiny circles, tracing the outline of the nipple with each one. Seconds turned to minutes as the women lay like this, clinched mouth to nipple, hands to backside. Elisabeth began to trace criss-cross lines with her tongue across the younger woman's nipples, causing a waterfall of gasps and cries to rise into the velveted canopy above the bed. She reached a hand onto the infanta's ribcage and slowly, slowly stroked her stomach, each finger dipping into the navel, knowingly betraying her thoughts, her intent. 

Clara forgot all about her own hands, which stilled on Elisabeth's smooth round buttocks. Once more she was submissive, this time transfixed through arousal and anticipation. The Queen's skilful fingers worked underneath the torn shift, manipulating it aside as she caressed Clara's abdomen. She felt downy hairs below her palm as she moved her hand ever lower, the heat of Clara's arousal apparent before she ever touched her. Clara lay almost still, bucking slightly towards the hand that sought her, then relaxing as she was touched at last. And now neither woman had the capacity to delay any longer. Both had tried to prolong this moment, to savour it, but the desire, the arousal, the unfulfilled yearning of their stifling lives, made it impossible. 

The Queen reached into the slick warmth between Clara's lips, gently pinched the bud of her clitoris between finger and thumb, softly rubbing, gently probing. Clara, almost blinded by passion, pulled the Queen's head from her breast and began to bite her earlobe, harder than she realised. She breathed hard, and gasped deep into Elisabeth's ear, which aroused the Queen yet further. The Queen now placed her longest finger atop Clara's clitoris, supported by a probing finger to either side, deep within her lips, and began to press, to rub, her wrist rigid, her hand moving with practiced speed. The Princess' hips bucked ever quicker, her breath, so hard, now seemed to slow and to quiver as she pushed her heels and her shoulders into the bed, forcing herself into Elisabeth's attack on her most delicate self. With a cry that seemed to come from outside of her, Clara felt herself begin to orgasm. After eighteen years, six marked by curiosity and frustration, she knew at last the power of her own body, and felt pressure building from every part of her, saw the world swim, and begin to go black. She came with a tremendous movement of every shaking muscle in her body, she forced her wetness upon the hand of the Queen. She lay back, exhausted by the suddenness of her own arousal and her impassioned reaction to the Queen's touch.

Yet Elisabeth was not satisfied. Clara heard a rustle above her, and opened her eyes to see the Queen pushing up her skirts. She took Clara's hands, interlinking their fingers, and without pausing, pushed two of Clara's fingers deep inside herself, arranging the other hand over her clitoris just as she had touched Clara. She took the Spaniard's wrists, and began to move both hands of her willing puppet, as she straddled her fingers pumping inside of her, caressing her clit. Intensely aroused by the younger woman's touch, and by the power she had wielded so recently, she too came with speed and power, almost crushing the young woman's fingers inside her as she came with a single, low moan, almost like a man, as she knelt hunched above this young, beautiful Princess.

They slept until late, curled together like kittens. In the morning, a dress-slave would be whipped for ripping the fine Belgian embroidery of the honoured Spanish guest. But that is a story for another day.  



Elisabeth Ch. 02



It has now been a week since I saw Elisabeth doing those black guys from the closet.

And a few days ago I even caught her making out with Jamaal in the hallway at our college, right in the open.

She told me that she was sorry, but I think that she wanted me to see it. I think it turns her on knowing that I'm watching her when she's with black guys.

And even though I get very jealous, I really do love her and I know that she loves me.

Then one day as we were in our apartment the phone rang.

"Hello." I answered.

"Well hello John, its Jamaal, is Elisabeth there." Jamaal asked.

I looked over at Elisabeth.

"Who is it John." Elisabeth looked back at me.

"It's Jamaal, he wants to speak to you." I told her.

"Oh, I'll take it in our bedroom." Elisabeth said as she got a smile on her face and rushed into the bedroom.

I then hung up the phone.

I went over to the door to our bedroom and listened through it. I couldn't hear very much, but I could hear Elisabeth telling Jamaal that he was nasty and then she laughed.

About ten minutes later she came out from the bedroom. She saw me sitting just outside the door.

"Were you listening in on my conversation?" Elisabeth asked me with a smile on her face.

"Well I..." I tried to say something.

"That's ok honey." She said to me as she gave me a little kiss.

"What did he want?" I then asked her whilst we went back and sat down on the couch.

"Oh yes that." She said and turned and faced me.

"Well, Jamaal has invited some of his frat buddies over to his place tomorrow. And he wanted me to come over and have some fun with them." Elisabeth told me.

"Some fun?" I asked.

Elisabeth smiled.

"I think you know what I mean by some fun." She said smiling and then she gave me another small kiss on my cheek.

"Oh." I said.

"And another thing John, I asked Jamaal if it was ok for you to come along." Elisabeth then told me.

"What... you want me to go there with you." I said surprised.

"Oh don't look so surprised John, I know that you like watching me with those guys." She told me.

I looked down on the floor. But she was right, I actually did find pleasure in watching her with black guys. But it was still rather humiliating, watching my own girlfriend with other guys, right in front of me.

"And John, Jamaal said that you could come along, as long as you didn't get in the way." Elisabeth told me.

I agreed to go with her.

The next day at the college.

Elisabeth and I was standing and talking next to the bulletin board, when Jamaal came up to us.

"Hi gorgeous." He said to Elisabeth as he then leaned over and gave her a kiss on the mouth.

He then looked over at me with a small grin on his face.

"Are you looking forward to tonight?" He then asked Elisabeth.

"You know that I am." She said smiling.

"And thanks for letting John tag along." She told him.

"Ah yes John, I bet he looks forward to it a great deal." Jamaal then said laughing a bit.

I felt a little humiliated by this.

"Well I have to go." Jamaal then said.

Jamaal then gave Elisabeth another kiss and a squeeze of her ass, and then he left. 

Then as we came home that day, Elisabeth took a shower, she wanted to get ready for her big night at Jamaal's.

A little while later she came out from the bathroom wearing only a robe. She looked so good.

I went up behind of her whilst she was combing her hair, and reached around and grabbed her big tits inside of her robe.

"Mmm, oh John we don't have time for anything like that right now." Elisabeth told me.

"Just a little." I pleaded with her as I felt her huge soft breasts.

"No, maybe we can fool around a little after we come back from Jamaal's." Elisabeth told me as she then closed her robe and continued to comb her hair.

"Ok." I said feeling a little neglected.

I then went out and sat down on the couch whilst she got dressed. About a half an hour later she came out.

"Do I look hot?" She then asked me.

At the first glimpse I would say wow, but then it hit me.

"Are you actually going out dressed like that?" I asked her.

"Yes, don't I look good?" I asked again.

"You look great, but... isn't that outfit a little skimpy." I said to her.

"No, Jamaal told me to wear something slutty." Elisabeth told me.

And I had to agree with her, she did look rather slutty.

She was wearing a blouse, which she had pulled up the lower half of and made a knot just below of her breasts, exposing her belly.

And she had also opened the blouse so that it gave her an enormous cleavage, showing off a lot of her large breasts, and she wasn't wearing a bra. 

And then she had a pair of shorts that really hugged her big butt.

But needless to say, I got pretty hard down below seeing her like this.

"And these are for later." She told me as she held up and showed me a pair of nylon panties.

"Aren't you wearing any panties?" I asked her.

"No, they would only get torn off anyway." She said with a nasty smile.

"Should we go?" She then asked me.

"Well... ok." I said watching her big juggs bounce up and down as she walked.

But then as we got to the door she picked up and put on a coat, and she placed those nylon panties in one of the coats pockets.

"Did you think that I was going out wearing only this?" She then said smiling.

"Well..." I said.

"No, this is a surprise just for Jamaal and his friends." Elisabeth told me.

Then we went outside of our apartment building and took a cab over to Jamaal's place.

He had an apartment, about ten blocks away from us. A few moments later, we were standing outside of his apartment.

"Are you ok?" Elisabeth asked me.

"I guess so." I told her.

She then gave me a little kiss and then rang the bell.

It was Jamaal who opened the door.

"Welcome." He said whilst giving her a kiss.

We both then went inside.

I got a little stunned at what I saw inside. Along side from Jamaal, there were four other black guys here.

"Guys, this is Elisabeth." Jamaal introduced her to the guys.

"You already know Tyrone and James." Jamaal then said.

"Yes, hi." She said to Tyrone and James.

"And this is Melvin and Derrick." Jamaal then introduced her to the two remaining guys. 

"Hi." She said.

"We've heard a lot of great things about you." Derrick then said to Elisabeth.

Elisabeth smiled at them.

"Oh yes before I forget, this is John. He's Elisabeth's wimp boyfriend." Jamaal then said.

"Hi wimp." Melvin said.

They then laughed, even Elisabeth got a little smile on her face.

I felt humiliated.

"Well it's warm in here, I better take this coat off." Elisabeth then said as the guys looked at her.

Then she slowly removed the coat.

"Wow...Damn...Man...Would you look at that?" The guys said.

"Mmm, you like it huh." She asked.

"Like it, damn you look hot as hell." James told her.

"And those enormous tits, damn." Derrick said.

"Yeah those things sure are big." Melvin said.

"Doesn't she look like a real slut?" Jamaal then asked to the guys.

"She sure does." They all said.

Elisabeth smiled.

"And she's all natural." Jamaal then said as he got behind of Elisabeth and grabbed her big juggs.

"Ohh Jamaal." Elisabeth moaned a little.

"Why don't we show the guys these melons?" He said as he began to undo the knot on her blouse.

Then as he had undone it, he opened up her blouse completely.

"Wom." The guys all got smiles on their faces.

I stood there watching as Jamaal squeezed her breasts from behind with his huge black hands.

"Well guys, why don't you get more comfortable and get out of those restraining clothes." Elisabeth then told the guys.

All the guys then started to get undressed. Then as they pulled down their underwear, I could see that all of them had much bigger cocks than me.

"Oh wow." Elisabeth got a big smile on her face as she saw their manhoods.

"You're all soo big." Elisabeth told them.

The guys then walked up to Elisabeth and stood around her in a circle. She looked at their hard black bodies, their big muscles, and their hung cocks.

As the guys stood there, they reached over and felt her body, squeezed her tits and her big ass.

"Now tell us what you want slut." Jamaal then said.

"I want to get down on my knees and suck all of your black cocks." Elisabeth told them in a nasty voice.

"Yeah do it, get down on your knees." Tyrone told her.

Then as she slowly got down, she looked over at me and smiled. I had already gotten a real hard-on from watching this.

"Mmm, soo big." She said as she looked around at all those cocks.

Then she reached up and grabbed one in each of her hands and started to jerk them. Whilst doing this she leaned forward and took Derricks cockhead into her mouth.

"Mmm." She moaned as she started to suck on his plum size cockhead.

"Man, this girl really knows how to give head." Derrick said.

Then a moment later she switched and began to suck on Melvin's organ. She always had a cock in each of her hands as she sucked a third one.

"You guys taste so good." Elisabeth said as she now slurped on Tyrone's cock.

Elisabeth was really getting into it now, she was slurping on one and then switched to another, she even tried to get two cocks into her mouth. But due to theirs sizes, that was impossible.

"Tell us what you are slut." Jamaal then said.

Elisabeth looked up at them and said.

"I'm your black cock slut."

All the guys smiled as they then looked over at me and grinned.

"I think it's time for some pounding." James then said.

"Oh yes fuck me." Elisabeth said eagerly awaiting a cock in her pussy.

She then laid down on her back as James got in between her legs.

He teased her a little by running his cockhead along side her pussy lips.

"Please shove it in." Elisabeth then pleaded.

"You want it huh." He said.

"Oh yes." She moaned.

And then James just shoved half of his length right inside of her.

"Ahhhhh goddddd." Elisabeth screamed out.

James then started to push himself deeper and deeper inside of her, and soon he had his whole 11 inch organ inside of her.

Her large tits were bouncing up and down as James began to fuck her.

"Oh yesss, oh yeeeesss gawwd." Right then as she had her mouth open she got a cock shoved into her mouth.

It was Derrick who started to mouth fuck her. As he got more than half of his shaft into her mouth she started to gag. Then he pulled out and then shoved it back in.

Elisabeth was making sloppy gagging noises as she sucked his cock.

Then as Derrick pulled out of her mouth another cock pushed its way into her eager mouth. Elisabeth now had Derrick, Tyrone and Melvin's cocks near her mouth.

A few moments later James pulled out of her pussy.

"Sit down on me slut." Jamaal told her.

Elisabeth then got up on top of Jamaal and then she slowly sunk down onto his erection.

"Oh yesss." She moaned as she moved her ass up and down.

She was pumping him really hard now.

"Ohhhhh godddddd." She moaned out as she got an incredible orgasm as she sunk down onto his full length.

A moment later she got a cock shoved into her mouth again. She started to slurp on it real hard as she continued to hump Jamaal.

"I think this ass is ready to be taken." Tyrone then said as he got a finger into Elisabeth's butt hole.

Tyrone then got behind of her and placed his cockhead up against her asshole.

Then he slowly pushed his cockhead into her tight ass.

"Ahh yesss, fuck my ass, fuck my white ass." Elisabeth moaned.

"Yeah take my black cock up your ass you white whore." Tyrone grunted as he started to push himself inch by inch into her ass.

He had gotten more than half of his giant cock into her butt, as he then pulled it out and then just shoved it back in.

"Ahhhhhhh." Elisabeth moaned out.

She now had a black cock in every hole.

I watched this go on for more than an hour. The guys switched until every one had fucked her now stretched out butt hole.

Elisabeth was now back on her back and Derrick was fucking her pussy hard.

"Ah...ahhh." Derrick started to grunt heavier and heavier.

"I'm gonna cum." He grunted.

"Oh yes, fill my pussy up with your black seed." Elisabeth moaned.

And then.

"Ahhhhh." Derrick grunted as he started to spurt out his cum inside of her.

"Yesss, cummmm." Elisabeth moaned.

I was shocked that she would let them cum inside of her pussy.

Then as Derrick had emptied his balls inside of her, he pulled out of her. And soon after Melvin took his place and started to pound her pussy.

And then as Elisabeth got her fifth orgasm she felt something splash on her face. It was Tyrone who was cumming on her face.

She quickly turned and opened her mouth. Tyrone spurted load after load of semen into her awaiting mouth.

Elisabeth kept on swallowing but he was cumming to much, so some of it ran out from her mouth.

Then as she sucked the last drop out from his cock, James got his black manhood up to her mouth.

"Take it slut." He grunted out.

"Oh yes, cum in my mouth." She moaned.

Elisabeth quickly got her mouth around his cockhead, and as she did he started to unload into her mouth.

Wads and wads of hot gooey sperm hit the back of her throat. She swallowed all she could.

At the same time she felt Melvin cumming inside of her pussy. James's cock were gushing out sperm into her mouth at the same time as Melvin was filling her pussy up with even more cum.

Then as Melvin eased down and pulled out, Jamaal got in between her legs and started to pound her pussy hard.

As Elisabeth sucked James's cock clean, Jamaal started cumming inside of her. He was now the third guy that had cum inside of her gaping pussy.

"Yes, cum inside of me you black stud." Elisabeth moaned.

"Ahhhhh...ahhhhhhh." Jamaal then slowed down as he stopped cumming.

"Oh guys, you were awesome." Elisabeth then told the guys whilst breathing heavy.

"You weren't so bad yourself." The guys then told her.

"And all that delicious cum, thanks." Elisabeth told them.

Elisabeth then looked over at me.

"John could you hand me those nylon panties." She asked me.

So I walked up to her coat and got her the panties. She didn't get up to put them on, she just slid them on as she laid there on the floor. Then as she had gotten them on, she stood up.

She then picked up her blouse, skirt and coat. She looked over at the guys again and smiled.

"Thanks for fucking my brains out." She then told them.

They just smiled and grinned.

"Now John, we better hurry home, because I have a treat for you when we get home." She told me.

So we quickly got out of there and took a taxi home. On the way home I thought about that treat she had talked about. I wondered what it could be.

Then as we got home, Elisabeth quickly walked me into our living room.

"Now lay down on the floor." She told me.

I did what she told me and laid down on the floor.

She then walked over and stood right above my face. I looked up at her and saw her nylon panties.

"Do you see that wet spot?" She asked me.

"Yes." I did actually see a wet spot on her panties.

"That's your treat." She told me.

"But... that's those guys..." I said as I realized what the treat was.

"Now open your mouth." Elisabeth told me.

"But..." I tried to say something.

"John..." She said.

"Ok." So I opened my mouth.

Elisabeth then removed her panties and quickly sat down on my face.

As she sat down I could feel the guys cum pouring out of her pussy and into my mouth.

"Swallow it." She told me.

There was so much sperm coming out of her pussy. I could taste their gobs of semen as it poured down onto my tongue. Then I swallowed it.

"Lap it up." She told me.

I then started to lick her wet pussy as I tasted more of their cum mixed with Elisabeth's pussy juices.

I licked inside of her and swallowed more of their cum.

Then a few minutes later. 

"Oh that was great honey." She told me as she gave me a kiss.

"You liked that didn't you?" She said.

"Maybe." I told her.

Even though it was humiliating, I actually did like it a bit.

She smiled at me and gave me another kiss, and then we went to bed.

THE END.



Elisabeth - English Version



WARNING: English is NOT my first language - I have learned it in school and practiced it a lot in trading, but this is (even though pornographic) supposed to be literature.

So please bear with me, or, if not, just read something else.

I also need to mention that the story is true, depicting my personal memory.

All the names and/or places may have been changed, due to privacy reasons.

*****

Until reaching that level, if I will ever decide to do it, I just prefer to describe some facts of life, just as they've happened...

They are not very James Bondish, but, since they have really happened, maybe you, the readers, will appreciate them...

I'm not really proud, nor ashamed, since I was still a teenager, so that I do have all the excuses possible...

Anyway, in this story, please understand that the sexually explicit scenes will be almost close to null - it's a drama lived by a human being, who so happens to be dear to me...

Therefore, if you are just looking for some jerking off material, you've made the wrong choice!...

I was having my steak and fried potatoes in a brasserie downtown, when, all of a sudden, I feel someone approaching and a hand on my shoulder.

I couldn't identify if the person was a male, or a female, due to the thickness of the carpet...

Anyway, in spite of the fact that all the personnel here do know me quite well, some of them even knowing my name, it's the first time when I can encounter such a familiar gesture - no, it surely must be someone else!

The touch of the hand makes me guess that I have to deal with a female.

I turn my head and see a strange, but, yet, known face of a blond girl, with deep blue eyes, and, generally, a beautiful smiling face...

I'm sure that I've seen her before, but... where?!? When?!? Why?!?...

All I can think about is the song of Smokey, "Alice" and the so popular line:

"Who the fuck is Alice?!?"...

I'm eighteen already, but looking twenty something, still, I cannot stop myself blushing...

The girl, in her barely twenties, senses my reaction and... has the inspiration to remove her hand from my shoulder, and, while, still smiling, says:

"Hello, officer! Remember me?"

Now, I suddenly make the connection.

Some time ago, less than a month, it so happened that I've encountered, at the same brasserie, a somewhat neighbor of mine, and, for a while, even, let's say that he was a friend, seven years older, or something, who, after finishing high school, has decided to go and study to become a militia officer...

For him, maybe, it was a family tradition, since his father was a big shot, a general...

As I've already mentioned, one month ago, entering the same brasserie, I've heard my name called...

Of course that I've recognized him, even if I haven't seen him since he's graduated high school...

Tim, since this is his name here, has graduated the officer's school, and now, he's a big shot!

A lieutenant in the militia structures, at the "vice" department...

It doesn't need to be mentioned that his father did have a "word" to say, so that Tim has been named in such a position...

He isn't married, yet, but he has to deal, daily, with at least a dozen of cunts, prostitutes of all sorts, since... this is his job...

The reason I haven't seen him, for so many years, is quite simple, and logical - he hasn't been in Bucharest, while attending the studies, and, afterwards, he has gone to live in a one room apartment, all by himself.

He hasn't looked for me, or given me a call, since the huge difference of age between us, didn't make him have any interest in me...

He has tried to punch my shoulder, but my forearm has encountered his, and made it punch the air...

"So, young man, you haven't stopped training!" He says that to me, pleasantly surprised...

Afterwards, he makes a subtle sign, and two gorgeously beauties run and take the free seats at our table for four.

One of the beauties is Elisabeth, while the other's name, I cannot remember...

We do have some casual chat - if so can be called a conversation where Tim is speaking, while the two girls are approving, and even laughing, whatever stupid jokes he tells us...

After about a half of an hour, when the food arrives, he simply tells the girls to go back at their table...

Afterwards, he explains to me that the bitch named Elisabeth is a person who, really, has had a huge bad luck, reaching in this kind of business, but, unfortunately, he is much too busy to have time to deal for some real help for her...

So, after he gives me both his phone numbers, from home and from work, plus a phone number where I can call, no matter when, and just identify myself and leave him a message, but only in case of who knows what real emergency, he leaves, mentioning that everything has been paid for, so that I don't need to pay for my meal...

Gosh! What a huuuuuge corruption!

But... what can I say?!? This is it!

Now, back to the present!

I politely excuse myself, since, really, I cannot remember her name, so that she simply reminds me that she's Elisabeth, or Ellie...

I invite Ellie to have a seat, then ask the waiter to bring her a drink...

I cannot tell why - really?!? - but the beer arrives with the speed of the rocket...

"Here, sir, anything else?"

I look at Elisabeth, but she tells me that the beer is enough.

I finish my steak, or, better said, leave it unfinished, but make a sign to have the plate taken away...

Then, I look into the eyes of Elisabeth, I feel the need to clear a few things:

"Now, Ellie, since you've met me while being at the same table with Tim - err, the lieutenant - you have probably confused me with one of his colleagues, or, maybe, you've assumed that I must also be an officer, or something"...

Since she doesn't say a word, I continue:

"So, it so happens that we used to be neighbors, but, in rest, no connection".

She smiles a bit:

"Yeah, and the pig has grown wings and started flying!"...

I suddenly frown, while her reaction is to get scared, tremble a little, even blush, then say:

"Sorry, officer! I won't do it again!"...

Gosh! These girls must be really scared!

I start thinking hard - one of the things that I've always hated, was to say something, and to do not be believed...

I suddenly remember that it so happens that I do have, like every citizen of this country, an I.D.

I grab it out of my pocket, and show her my date of birth.

She quickly makes the calculations, then... she's amazed!

She acts and looks amazed, for real!

"Oh my fucking God! Eighteen!"...

"Yes, now, do you believe me? Or, should I say, do you fucking believe me?!?"

She looks, somewhat, worried:

"Hush! Don't speak so loud! Everybody around here suspects that you are either with the militia, either with the secret services"...

It's my turn to be bewildered...

She continues, being, this time, real serious:

"You cannot even imagine how many deals your presence has compromised or... postponed"...

"Do I have to understand that, from your point of view, whoever happens to speak to Tim, automatically becomes... a scare crow?!?""

"No, it's not about the lieutenant here! They have all decided that you must be something, long before you and the lieutenant have met"...

I simply smile, thinking about these criminals and their instincts...

Tim is a tiny thing, compared with what my father, with his so high political connections, could do to them, but... I decide to keep quiet...

Then I say:

"Ellie, the reason I keep on coming here, is very simple - they are preparing some wonderful steaks!".

She looks at her glass of beer, as if she's seen it for the first time in her life...

"Anyway, your friendship with the lieutenant will make them stay away from you"...

My teenage pride starts boiling, but, I still manage to remain apparently calm...

"Ellie, you can tell your friends whatever you wish - I can always take care of myself"...

She bursts into laughter:

"Gosh! You're a child! You don't know who you are dealing with!"

"Now, Ellie, one plus one makes two! What do you want me to do?"...

At this moment, really, I'm furious...

She looks at me, quite cool, and asks me if I can take her to a really private place, where we can discuss the matters into detail...

The only place I can think of, is my apartment...

I pay the bill, including the wench's beer, and we get going, while I sense that we are being followed...

So be it! The moment they will see where we are entering, they will REALLY have to start thinking...

So, I don't hide, I don't try to get rid of them, while Elisabeth, guided by me, is... somewhat appalled, scared, as if I would be taking her to some prison...

It's clear that she really knows lots of things...

In fact, after we enter my place and we have some whiskey, she starts asking me about various neighbors...

Of course I don't give her any details...

Finally, she asks me:

"Are you sure that you have shown me a real I.D. of yours?"...

I don't know what gets into me, but... I frown, look at her with probably a fierce look, and simply tell her:

"Now, young lady, will you strip for me?"

She jumps, but... in a half of a minute, she's as naked as she can be...

I go and take a condom from the drawer:

"Now, dear lady, you do know what this is used for"...

I strip as fast as I can, then go and make her lay in bed, while I get laid beside her.

Needless to say that my dick is ready for action.

She rips the cover of the condom with her teeth, then gets the condom in her mouth, bends towards my dick, and... in less than a minute, my dick is covered with it...

I swear to you that she's only used her mouth!

I keep on laying on my back, letting Ellie ride me, with my dick deeply impaled in her...

I know that in this position I won't cum, so that I take a pillow, put it under my ass, for better access, then let her do her thing...

After two minutes, she fakes an orgasm.

I let her be...

After ten minutes, she fakes another orgasm.

I continue to let her be...

After more than a half of an hour, she really gets down to business, and... even she is surprised by the fact that she's orgasming for real!...

After her real orgasm, honestly, she's wild...

Gosh! She's soooo wild!

I don't know what happens to me, but... in less than an hour, I feel the need to ejaculate!?!

Since I'm wearing a condom, no problem!

I simply let things happen...

The feeling, combined with my bewilderment, are fantastic, or, even better said, they are fantafuckingtastic!!

I simply take off the fucking condom, make a knot, and wrap it into a paper napkin, then leave it hidden into a corner of the drawer...

Ellie, full of perspiration, lays beside me:

"Gosh! If all my clients would be like you, I would probably retire from this business, right now"...

Then, she explains to me how her clients are finishing themselves in less than fifteen minutes...

It's my turn to tell her how, in fact, real and good friends of mine, fuck buddies, have never managed to make me cum, even bareback, while I am lying on my back...

Then we kiss.

The following hours, with lots of coffee and whiskey, Ellie tells me about her sucking life, things that, sorry, but even if we are on an anonymous porn site, I won't describe...

What I can write about, is that I have shown her some high school books, asking her if, finally she feels like trying to graduate her baccalaureate...

I haven't let her leave, before sunrise...

The following evening, when I've met her again at the brasserie, she was constantly trying to hide her left hand...

I've sensed that something was wrong, but... I simply didn't know what...

After a week, I've met her again, this time calling her at home...

The following day, in the evening, I've seen her wearing a bandage at the finger of her left hand...

Her finger was... broken...

After finishing my steak, I've left the premises, and have called Tim.

He was at home, and he was surely sleeping, explaining to me that he's had a really busy day...

I've paid him a visit, and have told him the story of the girl...

Some parts, he knew already, others, not really...

His advice for me was to back off, and let things go, as they were...

My reaction, to describe it somewhat, was quite adverse...

He has simply smiled:

"You do know that if, somehow, something happens to you, I shall have to deal with your father, not to mention mine?"...

"So what?!? Aren't you an officer?!? Who the heck has asked you to become one, if you cannot manage such a simple situation?!?"

In a few words, I have paid a visit to Ellie, and didn't let her go to attend her "job"...

At eight o'clock in the evening, her pimp has started ringing her door bell.

I've answered the door.

He was amazed, but... he has tried to punch me...

I've deviated his punch towards the door frame...

The following move, was to try to hit me with his leg.

I've caught his foot and twisted it, making his body rotate, until he has fallen on his belly...

He was not alone...

From the stairs, have appeared two other guys, trying desperately to enter the apartment, totally ignoring that, from the same stairs, but... from above, has descended a guy - gush! What a guy! - at least two meters high and, most probably, with a torso wider than a meter, who simply grabbed them both from the back of their necks and... made them kick each other's heads...

I shall only mention that they have instantly fainted...

Four other guys were "guarding" the entrance into the block of flats...

My presence down there has made them act...

In fact, they've have only tried to act, since a dozen of agents have overwhelmed them with baton hits and foot hits...

Tim was instructing his team...

"Kick their asses, boys, but don't kill them"...

My father, this time, has proven that he has still had some soul left inside him.

He has arranged for Elisabeth to work, in a factory, as a simple worker, but since she was so clever and good looking, after a month, she has become the secretary of a general manager, who has had a secretary who was retiring...

Tim's father has taken care that the minimum conviction of the bunch of criminals was of seven years, so that none of the punks, or pimps, or whatever you may call them, would have had the chance of a pardon from Ceausescu...

Elisabeth has graduated the baccalaureate the same year as me, then started to go at the faculty of... you really don't need to know which...

Nothing comes for free - my father has promised that he will help the girl, but, under no circumstances, I was aloud to see her again...

We've spoken on the phone, for some time, but... time has made us go astray...

She has also surely been instructed to avoid me.

After around ten years, we've have had the chance to accidentally meet again.

She was married, with two children, and... really happy...

The history we've had, behind us, has made me avoid any, let's say, intimate relations...

I've kissed her hand good bye, and... this was it!

I only hope that the story in itself hasn't bored you...

THE END



Elisabeth



"Did you like what you saw." Elisabeth asked.

I nodded.

"I see that you did." She said as she pointed down at my pants.

My pants had a stain on them, I had cum in my pants while watching her fuck those guys.

She came over to me and kissed me. She still had a lot of cum on her face and I could taste their sperm in her mouth.

"From now on I will be fucking those black studs when ever they want to." She told me.

"Ok...." I told her. Because I knew that even if I said no, she would still fuck them.

And 5 years later, we are still together.

We are even married, but she still fucks black guys.