7 comments/ 533514 views/ 41 favorites Faith Debased Ch. 1 By: JordonLynn Chapter 1: Working up to the Real Thing I am a 26-year-old, blue-eyed, ash blonde, white woman. And, at 5' 4", 118 lbs, with 32b-26-28 measurements, I'm considered petite. I was a naïve virgin when I married shortly after High School and Brian, my husband, was the only man I had ever been intimate with. Even my name, Faith, says unsullied innocence, and the fairly straight marital sex we engaged in hadn't opened my eyes all that much. Sex, while definitely enjoyable, I had always considered a necessary concession to married life. What happen to alter this perceived concept you now have of me, what I am going to relay to you in graphic detail, occurred near the end of the 6th year of mine and Brian's straight-laced…with an occasional excursion into extremely mild kink…marriage. It began "innocently" enough with a pornographic movie, no plot line or anything; just a number of explicit vignettes depicting couples in various sex acts. Brian had thought a porn flick might spice up our sex life. What he hadn't counted on, and I certainly hadn't expected, was that the vast majority of those graphic vignettes featured black men with white women. Something else neither Brian nor I had anticipated was my reaction to witnessing those white women, not only fucking and sucking those dark-skinned men, but their obvious enjoyment at being so thoroughly used by those unbelievably hung black men. I sat there in bed wide-eyed, my small pink nipples hard as pebbles and aching, and my pussy becoming hotter and wetter with each successive interracial vignette. And, even though half way though the video I had to pee so bad I was afraid my bladder would burst, I wasn't about to get up to relieve myself and chance missing even mini-second of an interracial coupling. I was so into the explicit video, so totally captivated by the hot interracial sex that I wouldn't let Brian so much as touch me until it was over. After the screen had gone blank, then the touching began, in earnest and on both sides of the sexual equation. Brian and I made love like uninhibited minks and I came several times, instead of my normal once at end when Brian came. In the heat of things I even came close to doing something I had always refused to do for Brian. I, as another matter of marital conciliation, had mouthed my husband's penis, never for very long, and absolutely never with the expectation that I would even consider letting him come in my mouth. That was disgusting, something only a slut would allow a man to do. That night, however, I sucked his penis with a new sense of wonder and came so close to letting him actually ejaculate in my mouth that I think it scared both of us. * * * * Over breakfast the following morning I said I would drop off the video when I went shopping. What I did before getting dressed and leaving the house was something else relatively new to my married life. Like all young girls, I had masturbated, but I had forgone that solitary pleasure once I was a married woman. That morning, as soon as Brian left for work, I put the video in the recorder and masturbated to each and every interracial coupling, not once, but several times to every one of those inspiring coupling. It wasn't my own fingers, but the sights and liquidy sounds of those white women being so physically pleasured from being used by those huge black cocks which made me cum repeatedly, and very wetly. I didn't want to take the video back to the store. I wanted it all for myself, but I knew I would upset Brian if he ever found out where I might hide it from him. So, I reluctantly took it back, but while I was returning it, I noticed an entire rack of videos devoted to black on white sex. On sheer impulse, I bought--not rented--a dozen of them and when I returned home, I spent the rest of the afternoon watching one after the other and masturbating like some sort of demented inmate in an insane asylum. The next day was a repeat of the day before, beginning the moment I heard Brian's car pullout of the garage. A video would disappear in the recorder slot and my fingers would slither into my anxious cunt. I had always referred to my pubic mound and vagina, and Brian's penis, in those clinical terms. When Brian and I were having sex, I would even shyly call it a pussy and his a dick to be naughty. But, after listening to the well-fucked women so openly and unashamedly express themselves in "My" videos, I now knew what I had between my white legs; a cunt, meant to filled and over-filled with hot cum from a big, hard cock. The problem I had with this newly discovered concept was that the cocks "My" women were enjoying were easily five to six times more impressive them my husband's normal-sized white dick. 'Why is that?' I wondered to myself, then seeing one jerk hard into a white slut's cunt on the screen, I realized, "Because they were black, silly. Big, hard, and black!' I soon grew frustrated trying to compete with the women in the videos with just my fingers--three of them plunging in and out of my wet cunt before early afternoon. I needed something far more substantial. I found it in the fridge; a nicely shaped zucchini I had purchased at the supermarket that morning--dark in color, of sufficient thickness, properly tapered, and almost as long as the big black cocks "My" women were enjoying. I trimmed the stub of vine from the end, washed it thoroughly in warm water, then brought it experimentally down to my cunt. From being in the fridge for several hours, it was cold. Damned cold! Too cold to put inside me, that was for sure. So, I popped it in the microwave for half a minute and tried it again. Much warm, much better, and with it firmly in hand, I rejoined "My" lucky women and their gigantic black cocks. Down on my hands and knees in front of the big screen TV in the living room--just like the blonde with the big tits in the video I had paused while going in search of a big black cock of my own, I hit the play button on the remote. The action resumed and I inserted the zucchini into my cunt right along with the black man pushing his big black cock into her cunt. She went gaga for it and went crazy, cumming the instant I felt it pass my cervix and continue even deeper. Imagining it was the black cock on the screen entering unfathomed territory, you could even say I went fucking ballistic. I came so many times on that phallic zucchini that afternoon, while enviously watching white women getting the black fucks of their lives, I lost completely track. Actually, I quit counting after a dozen incredibly wet climaxes. Vaguely hearing the grandfather clock in the entry chime five times, I realized fun time was over and I had to get the mess I had made on the towels I had wisely laid out ahead of time on the floor cleaned up, as well as myself. And I had to be quick about it; Brian would be home in less then an hour. I temporarily hid my videos and saturated towels underneath the dirty clothes in the half-full clothes hamper--I would find a much better hiding place tomorrow--then showered and had dinner started when Brian walked in the front door. My unsuspecting hubby never knew he had cum-glazed zucchini along with his Salisbury steak and fries that night. And I was almost thankful he was bushed from his long day and didn't feel like fooling around when we went to bed. I had made myself cum so many times that day, I wasn't sure I could convincingly fake an orgasm--something I had been forced to do a few times in our six years of marital sex. * * * * I made a flying trip to the market the following morning, scrupulously examining every zucchini in the bin for a suitable replacement for the "black cock" my husband had said was uncommonly tasty the night before. I found six that were very suitable for my purposes and one big boy I had some reservation about, but bought, anyway--telling myself, "No pain, no gain." With one of my phallic zucchini's always stashed away in the cupboard above the stove--where it wouldn't get too chilled to be used--the rest of the week was spent exactly the way as the previous two days; with me butt-naked on the floor in front of the TV, merrily fucking myself along with the lucky women in my private stock of black on white porn. Over half the videos in my collection were professional productions, actors and actress paid to perform sex acts on film in a convincing manner, only a couple of them were pure amateurs. Of the professional productions, the performances of the women were convincing enough that I knew they sucked and fucked black men off screen for free as well as for pay. I know it sounds crazy, but while the videos were playing, I was in my own fantasy world. I was with the characters in the movies, enjoying the sex we were sharing right along with them. I became intimately involved with all the characters, the women who had names in the films I used their names, those who had no names, I gave names to. I did the same for all the well-hung black men. I used their names on a personal level to vocally encourage the women to service their well-endowed black men even better and the big black men to really give it to their nasty white sluts. I came right along with the women and wished that I was the one the men were cumming in… and all over. The result of all this intimate, interpersonal fantasizing was that, by the weekend, I was irretrievably hooked, and I knew it. Black on white sex had become a major turn on for me and I knew I wasn't going to be satisfied just watching it acted out for much longer. Eventually, I was going to want the real thing for myself, live, naked black flesh on naked white flesh, me as the lucky white woman being used by big black cocks. And, as deeply as I was into the interracial sex by now, I knew it was going to be sooner rather then later. I could see only two ways of accomplishing my new goal; I could either sneak around and cheat on Brian with willing black men, or somehow get Brian to go along with it. Since I wasn't keen about cheating on my husband at the time, I opted for the later method. Back then, the thought of Brian seeing me with a black man added an extra jolt of spice to what I knew I was going to do, anyway. One way, or the other. "How about you rent another of those nasty videos, tonight," I casually suggested to him over dinner. He completely missed his mouth with the hotdog he was eating. "You mean like the last one we watched together?" "Sure, why not? You seemed to enjoy the way it got me all worked up." "It sure did," he joyfully replied. "Especially, it seemed to me, the girl/girl vignettes. You seemed to really get into those." "I did," I partially lied. The girl on girl vignettes had indeed stirred me, but only half a much as watching well-hung black men using their fantastic black cocks on white women had. "Tell you what, I'll get things cleaned up down here then shower while you run to the video store, and be I'll waiting for you in bed, wearing nothing except that naughty baby doll outfit you like so much when you get back." "You're on, Babycakes! Girls with girls always gets me worked up, too." Brian wolfed down the last of his hotdog and was on his feet, headed for the front door. "Get another one of those videos with vignettes," I called to his retreating back. I knew from previously scanning the racks of porn videos in the store that virtually all of them contained black on white scenes. "That way we'll have some variety to watch and get all worked up over." He turned his head at the front door. "Babycakes, I don't know what's come over you lately, but I like it." He grinned in a way I figured he thought was wickedly lecherous. "I like it a whole lot!" Brian scuttled out the door, I cleaned up the kitchen then ran upstairs and quickly showered, masturbating myself to a quick cum in the shower, and was waiting for him on the bed, in the promised baby dolls when he bounded through the bedroom door, three videos clutched in his hand. I smiled and held out my hand. "Why don't you go grab a quick shower. I'll put one of these in and watch a little of it. That way I'll already be a little worked up while we watch it together." I pulled the frilled edge of my panties aside, brazenly showing him my blonde snatch. "We might even get in some naughty touchy/feely while we watch this time." "Hot fucking damn!" he yelped and ducked into the bathroom. I quickly substituted one of my private videos…that I had hidden under the bed for this express purpose…for one of those he had rented, then put one of his tapes in the player and hit fast foreword. I wanted it to be on a black on white vignette when my unsuspecting husband returned. I found one, conveniently right after a girl/girl vignette, put it on pause, got back on the bed and fingered myself to the still picture while Brian showered. The second I heard his bare feet headed for the connecting door, I hit play and was dreamily masturbating when he stepped into the room. "You're more then a little work up already," he said, watching me finger my wet pussy. He glanced at the screen and gulped. "But… but that's a black and white scene, not a girl on girl." "Oh, one of those was on before this one," I lied. "I'm working myself up thinking about that one." I closed my eyes and continued to masturbate. "Oh, I see." Brian got on the bed beside me. "Have you ever thought of being with another woman?" he asked, watching a big black cock disappear entirely down a milky-skinned redhead's throat. "I suppose all women have at one time or another," I answered, watching the black on white scene through slitted eyes while fingering my wet slit. "I'm sure most me have thought about the same sort of thing themselves." "Not hardly," Brian scoffed. "Least, none of the guys I know." "But you would like to see me with another woman?" "Well, ah… sure I would. But only if you wanted to do it, Babycakes. I would never force you to do anything you didn't want to." I silently congratulated myself. My husband had taken the salacious bait, now to hook him. I opened my eyes and stared past him at the screen. "What about me with say… a black man?" "No way, Babycakes!" His verbal explosion had said no, but the brief flicker I caught in his eyes shouted, "Hell, yes!" "It's not something we need to concern ourselves with right now, Hon." I took his hand and placed it inside the leg band of my panties, right against my wet pussy, then wrapped my hand around his hard white dick. Even hard, I could hide most of my husband's cock inside my fist. The lucky women in my videos needed to use both hands to properly caress their men's black cocks, and sometimes they even required third-hand help from one of their girlfriends to completely enclose their stupendous black cocks. In one of the videos, the girlfriend of lucky woman who was going to get that black cock in her actually had to use both hands to help conceal that gigantic black cock from my enraptured view. However, I wasn't as lucky as my women friends… not yet. I would simply have to work with what I had in hand at the moment. "Why don't we play with each other while we watch this video." I started stroking his cock, making sure to rub my thumb across the sensitive head, just like I had learned to do from closely studying the white women in my porn do for their black men. "I get worked up enough from some naughty playing, I just might let you put it in me while we watch another one." Brian and I stroked and fingered our way through the first video. I had to keeping backing off every time I felt my husband's cock swell to keep him from blowing his wad all over my hand. He wasn't about to cum until I was ready for him to shoot off. I, on the other hand, didn't place the same restrictions on myself. I wasn't denying myself the pleasure. I moved and worked my ass continuously, making sure his probing fingers hit just the right spots and came on Brian's hand three times before the video was over. "Put in another one, Brian," I told him breathlessly. "I'll get out of these baby doll panties you've made so wet." He hadn't made them wet, I had. He had just provided the fingers for me to fuck my juicy cunt on. Another video disappeared into the slot and Brian was back on the bed with me. I had removed my wet panties and had stuffed them under my pillow for safekeeping. I wanted to try something with them after Brian had finally gone to sleep. I had also divested myself of the flimsy baby doll top so my husband, or myself, or both of us at the same time could play with my tits and pinch my hard, aching nipples. The screen lit up and I was instantly into the black on white scene being played out for my benefit. I had stacked the deck on my husband by putting my video second. Brian had three fingers working in my dripping cunt and I was fisting his small white dick, imagining I was actually jerking off the big black cock weaving back and forth before my enraptured eyes. I came quickly and hard, my cunt opening up and literally spaying my hot juice all over my husband's hand and the bed. "Did you just pee?" Brian gasped. "No, Honey," I laughingly assured him. "It's called gushing. It sometimes happens with women… If they're excited enough." "Geeze! I've never known you to do that." He looked at the screen. The blonde in the scene already had the head of her man's black cock in her throat and was enthusiastically working on swallowing the rest of it. "Was it because of me, or the scene you're watching right now?" "Mostly because of you, Honey," I responded without taking my eyes away from the hot interracial action. I was lying to my husband on a regular basis now…at least where my sexual interests lay. "But, you have to admit, this is pretty hot stuff." I scooted around on the bed so I could lay on my belly with my feet at the headboard. I was much closer to the TV screen this way. "Why don't you swing around where I can stroke you while we watch it together?" My husband moved so that his groin was more or less even with my face and his cheek was resting on my butt. I took his cock back in my hand and parted my legs to give him access to my pussy. It was all the invite Brian needed and as I slowly stroked his cock, he finger-fucked my very wet pussy from the rear, which coincided perfectly with the blonde in the scene I was intently studying; she was rapturously getting it doggie from a well-endowed black man. I knew this scene quite well and came at the same time she did. I also lost it a bit and began stroking my husband's cock harder and faster, wanting cum from a cock--even Brian's much smaller white dick--spurting somewhere near me when the black man shot his load all over her arched back. The timing was close, the black man on the screen, in my mind, winning because he lasted at least twenty seconds longer then my husband. Brian's first jet cum shot out of the head of his dick in a high arch and landed across the bridge of my nose. Hot cum hitting me right in the face was a galvanic jolt to my entire system, eliciting a sexual response in me that would have shocked my husband, but which I knew would be the case the first time it happened to me. Instead of being repulsed by it, I wanted to clamp my mouth over the head of his dick and let him finish right there. And, if it had been a powerfully spewing black cock I was jerking on, instead a much smaller, three-jets-and-it's-all-over white dick that's exactly what I would have done. I would have instantly gone down on a big black cock and sucked the rest of his copious milky cum from his big black balls like a cum-slut dying of thirst. "Oh, Baby," Brian apologized in a startled whine when he realized that he had shot a part of his small load in my face. "I'm so… sorry. I… I didn't mean to do that. It wasn't on purpose. Honest. You've got to believe me." Faith Debased Ch. 1 "I know it wasn't, Honey," I said, releasing his spent dick and quickly scooting off the bed. "Accidents happen. I'll just go in the bathroom and clean up. Then, if you're still up to it, maybe we can get serious about this kinky fooling around while watching pornos." I was no sooner in the bathroom with the door closed then my sperm coated hand was being licked clean of it's slimy glaze. I was my very first taste of cum and I found it not unpleasant: rather bland, for the most part, with a faint, yet unmistakable muskiness of sex mixed in. Of course, what was on my hand was from my husband's second and third ejaculations and I scraped the cum from my face to find out if his first jet was possibly any stronger. It was, but not much stronger. 'I wonder if black men produce stronger tasting, more potent cum from their big black balls' I thought as I turned on the tap so Brian would hear water running. He really didn't need to know his nice, proper, petite, white wife had just cleaned his slimy cum from her hand and face orally, like a good white slut should. "The tapes must have gotten mixed up in their covers at the video store," Brain said as I came back into the bedroom, wet washrag in hand. "There hasn't been any other kind of scene except for black men and white women." "It's okay, Honey, sex is sex, right?" I knelt on the bed and wrapped the washrag around his sticky, deflated dick. "How about if I clean you all up then suck on it a little bit while we watch whatever comes on?" I didn't want to wash his dick off, I wanted to suck it clean, but I didn't want to push things too far, too fast. Promising to 'suck on it a little bit' did the trick and Brian went back to watching the black on white sex as I sucked his limp dick. As I sucked, I wasn't sure if it was my oral ministrations or what he was watching, but his dick began to come alive quicker then it ever had before. Soon, it was right up to it's 'raging" six inches and I decided to give him a treat. With my gaze glued to the brunette orally servicing the black man on the TV screen, I began sucking his dick right along with her. Brian was moaning and moving his ass, trying to fuck my sucking mouth. This wasn't what I wanted, so I leaned my shoulder on his hips and slowed my sucking. I wanted something else. I wanted what the lucky brunette was going to get, and I wanted it bad. I wasn't going to get everything she got, not from my husband's meager six inches. But, I would make do with what was available to me at the moment. When the brunette released her oral hold on the black man and spun around, presenting her white ass to him, I pulled my mouth of my husband's dick and got up on my hands and knees. "Do me like he's going to do to her, Honey," I heatedly urged Brian. "I want to find out what she finds so good about doing it doggie style." Brian was up, kneeling behind me, and then inside me before the lucky brunette had even taken half of that long black cock into her cunt. "Go slow, Honey," I requested. "Let's see if you can last as long in me as I'm sure he's going to last in her." There was no way my husband could last as long as the black guy was going to, not even after cumming once already, but it was worth a try. Brian surprised me, he actually last about twice as long as I though he might, before he groaned, "Babycakes, I'm going to…" "No!" I very nearly shouted and quickly pulled off of his dick. I reached back and fiercely clamped my fist around his dick. "Not yet, Honey. Just a few more minutes, please." "Oh God, I don't know if I can hold back any long…"" I squeezed his dick harder. "Please don't, Honey. I want to feel you shoot in me when he let's her have his big load. Pleeeeease!" With my fist clamped around his dick like a vise, working my fingers just enough to keep him right on the edge, Brian managed to hold back his ejaculation long enough for the black man to pull his big, thick cock out of the brunette's stretched cunt. I quickly pulled my husband's dick to my hungry cunt and lunged back onto it. Brian's dick went as far into me as it would go and he blew his nuts just as the black man spewed his cum on the brunette's pussy. And, with poor Brian falling forward onto my back in total exhaustion, I enviously watched the black man bury his marvelous cock back in the lucky brunette's dripping cunt and thrust and buck like a wild bronco as he emptied the rest of his huge load into her. Brian never got to watch the third tape, nor the rented tape of his I had substituted for one of mine, because he was sound asleep. More like passed out, actually. But I did, fantasizing and masturbating along with the dozen interracial scenes being offered in them. I put all of the tapes back in their correct covers, turned off the TV and the nightstand lamp, retrieved my wet panties from under my pillow, then closed and locked the bathroom door behind me. I hid my video in the bottom of the hamper until I could put it back with the rest of my collection--in the deep space under a loose board I had discovered beneath the carpet in our closet. Apparently, someone who had owned the house before us had used it for a hiding place, too, because the space between the floor joist was free of spider webs, dry, and nicely lined. I figured the secretive person had to have been a woman. A man never would have considered lining his hide-away hole with very pretty rose print shelf paper. I sat on the toilet with my soiled panties in my hand and looked at the mess I had made of them. Having cum at least four times in them, the crotch was utterly drenched with my cum juice. I brought them to my nose and sniffed. My nostrils instantly flared. I liked the smell of my cum. I tentatively touched my tongue to the wetness and a hard shiver raced through me. I liked the taste of my own cunt, especially the distinctive tang of the cum juice that had literally flowed out of my cunt into these soiled panties. I leaned back against the tank, spread my legs wide, put my panties in my mouth, and shoved both of my hands between my legs. I started sucking on my panties and masturbating. I ravenously sucked the succulent cum juice from the crotch of my panties and masturbated furiously, cumming five times in rapid succession before I had sucked until I could only taste cloth. 'Only one thing could have made my masturbation even nicer', I thought as I put my semi-clean panties in the hamper. 'If a big black cock had been furiously fucking into my slutty cunt as I sucked my own cum juice from the sodden crotch of my own panties'. I slipped back into bed beside my loudly snoring husband with one thought foremost in my fantasizing mind; I was going to have some big black cock for myself. And, I was damned sure going to have it a hell of a lot sooner, then very much later. To be continued... Faith Debased Ch. 2 Author's comments: One thing sorely needs to be mentioned before I continue: As much as I'm trying to bring some sense of realism to this first ever endeavor, it is still a work of fiction, an erotic odyssey for the mind. It is not intended to give anyone license to sally forth with foolish disregard for the starker realities of life. The world is a dangerous enough arena without venturing into it with little or no concern for the minefields it is littered with. And I am not simply referring to the all-too-real threat of AIDS. Be true to yourselves, be discriminating and play safe, and always keep the Faith. Now, on with the show! =============================================== Chapter 2 The real thing…. At last! How bringing a computer into the house irrevocably effected the rest of my life would be the sensible place to begin this chapter. After all, it was my next predestined step in that whirling, upward spiraling/downward plunging journey from who I once was into the person I am today. The day began in what had become "normal" fashion for me; Brian left for work and out from hiding came my porno friends. We enjoyed ourselves immensely and with their help, along my trusty zucchini's cunt-filling assistance, I orgasmed quite a number of times before noon when I was forced to shut everything down and make things presentable around the house. The man scheduled to bring the computer to the house, set it up, and then give me a crash course on using it was supposed to be at the house at 1:30 that afternoon and I hadn't wanted to chance being so into my fantasy world that I wouldn't hear the front doorbell. "Or "God forbid!" getting no response to the bell, that he might try peeking through the window and catch the white lady of the house naked on the living room floor, fucking herself with a large, black zucchini to interracial porn. It was doubly lucky for me that I did have everything in non-revealing order by 1:00, including having a fresh pot of coffee made, because Brian bounded through the front door at 1:20, five hours earlier then he should have been getting home from work. "Babycakes," he said excitedly, grabbing my hand like a little boy with a big secret he just had to share with someone, "you've got to come see this." I allowed him to pull me outside and there in the driveway sat a brand new, 1 ton, extended cab pickup truck--with a just-as-brand-new camper shell over the bed--instead of his eight year old Explorer. His "Exploder" I had always called it, because the vehicle had been a mechanical nightmare, constantly throwing this, or blowing that, or dropping something else. "Can we afford this, Honey?" I asked, walking around the big shiny truck. "Easily," he chirped. It had been a dumb question. Brian made damned good money as a finish carpenter, doing the meticulous work in a new house that people take for granted. It takes a good eye, a steady hand, and a lot of patience to make the baseboards, window and door moldings all fit precisely so they don't look like piece of wood slapped around things to conceal gaps or mistakes. Which, believe it or not, is exactly what molding is for in a house. That, and ascetics. "Besides, with this, it's a tax write off." He opened the driver's door and the smaller jump-seat door, pulled out one of those magnetized signs and slapped it on the door. There was his name, that he was a licensed and bonded contractor, and our phone number. "Now it's a business expense." He peeled the sign off. "Now it's a personal rig," he said, putting it back on. "Business expense, personal rig. Business expense, personal rig." I couldn't help smiling; my "supposedly" adult husband was acting like a kid with a new toy. I placed my palm flat on the door panel. The pickup's glossy, fire engine red color was only a shade or two lighter the fresh polish on my manicured nails. "She sure is pretty," I said, admiringly. "What are we going to name her?" "Her!" My husband looked like I had just doubled up my fist and hit him in the stomach. "Honey, this is a man's truck. You wanna give your T-bird a tootsie/cutesy girl's name, fine. This bad boy's already got tough name." Actually, my two-year-old Thunderbird's name wasn't really all that feminine. She was Moria, meaning the wind. I crossed my arms underneath my modest breast, lowered my chin to my chest and scowled at him. "Ok, so what's this 'bad boy' already named?" "Butch," Brian replied without hesitation. "That's what I've been calling him ever since I drove him off the lot." "Now that shows a lot of genuine imagination," I scoffed. "You think that up all by yourself?" Brian almost, but not quite, scowled back at me, but it was going to take more then some good-natured sarcasm from me to dampen the joy he was getting out of his new toy. "Come on, Babycakes, hop in and we'll go for a spin. I'll show you what this bad boy can do." "I would, Honey," I said, "but I'm waiting for the guy from the computer store to show up." "Damn, forgot all about that." My husband looked at his watch. "What time's he suppose to get here? It's already 1:40." "1:30," I answered. "Okay, we give him five more minutes. He isn't here by then, we're going for a spin in Butch." "Honey, we need that computer," I argued. "You need it for business, if you're truly serious about becoming an independent, and I could use it for managing the household bills." And also for a few "other" things I had in mind, as soon as I learned the ins and outs of surfing the net. "Damn!" My husband was clearly heart broken that he couldn't take me out and show off Butch, but he also knew how necessary the computer would be to him for keeping accurate records of estimates, billing, materials, overdue customer accounts bills, and the really important ones, paid up accounts. A white mini van pulling up in front of the house right then rendered any further discussion mote. The gold lettering on the side read, SAUL'S COMPUTER SERVICE INSTALATIONS and UPGRADES ONE ON ONE INSTRUCTION AVAILABLE But it sure gonna cost ya! I smiled at the whimsical tag line as a large man unfolded himself out the driver's door. He stood up and arched his back. "I got to get me a bigger van one of these days," he said with a open, friendly grin, showing a perfect set of gleaming ivory teeth. Erect, he appeared to me to be about 6' 8', maybe 6'10", 200+ pounds, with broad shoulders, slim hips, and the way his white polo shirt fit him, it left no doubt that his upper torso would be well defined. But, it wasn't his height or his impressive physique, or his short, crinkly, ink black hair, not even his deep, penetrating onyx eyes that I swear I actually felt wash over me--not once, but twice--which set my stomach roiling. It was the plain, simple fact that this damned good-looking specimen of sensual masculinity was encased in a dark black wrapper. His handsome face and corded neck, his muscular arms and large, thick-fingered hands--all that I could see of his flesh--was the color of hand polished ebony. My fantasy man was standing less then ten feet form me… in the flesh. His onyx eyes washed over me once more--all to briefly--as he walked up and extended is hand to Brian. "My name's Cal Saul. Sorry I'm a bit late, but my previous stop…" He shrugged his big, wide, powerful shoulders. "Well, she just couldn't seem to get the hang of shutting the thing down when she was done playing with it." He half turned his face to me. "Every time she tried, the damn thing kept coming back up, over and over again." My breath caught in my throat and I felt myself blush. Was he talking about her computer screen? Or… something else? "Well, you're here now," Brian said as sternly as he could muster. My husband looked very uncomfortable at that moment. "So, you might as…" "Right, I might as well get after it," Mr. Saul finished for him with another of his captivating grins. "I'll start unloading the cartons…" He turned his face fully in my direction "…and you can show me where you want me to put it." Without the aid of my porn, without touching myself, without my husband's hands or white dick substituting in my mind for a black man's hands or cock, my panties became instantly wet from a short, but incredibly hard orgasm. "I… I mean we," I stammered, "we already have a place picked out. We bought a computer desk the other day and it's already right where I… where we want it." "You sure about that, Ma'am?" "And just what's that supposed to mean?" my husband quickly demanded. "Mister Saul." Mr. Saul turned back to Brian. "Just that people don't always take into account certain things when they pick their spot for a computer. Like, you don't want it where the light from a big picture window is going to shine right on the screen. It tends to wash out the imaging. And there has to be one or two electrical sockets close by. With the setup you've ordered I 'm hoping they're GFI surge protected sockets. Otherwise, I'm going to have to install the surge protection before I'll even let you boot up. You're laying out some long, heavy green for this system…" He turned back to me "…and we don't want a sudden surge of power blowing things sky high, do we?" I managed to murmur, "Ah, no we certainly don't want that." When what I literally wanted to shout was, 'God, Yesssssssss! I want you to power surge the living hell out of me, you luscious ebony god.' "Then let's get after it," Mr. Saul quipped good-naturedly and headed toward the back of his van. And I, once again, spurted in my now wet panties. "You purchased top of the line equipment." Mr. Saul said, setting the forth big carton down in the middle of the empty spare bedroom that was about to become our computer room. "State of the art shit, as they say in the trade." "Something I learned from my father," Brian replied. "Always buy the best you can afford. It's cheaper in the long run." "You daddy was a smart man," Mr. Saul remarked, surveying the room. "Good choice you made. Plenty of light in this room, none of it directly on where the screen will be, though. Corner unit, and a big one. Good, give you plenty of workspace." He spun the new computer chair--which I had picked out--around. "Good choice in chairs, too, adjustable, seat nicely padded, arms too." He looked right at me. "It'll make those long hours sitting at the keyboard a whole easier on your lower back, and the backs of your thighs and the seat of your pants will be a whole lot more comfortable." He had said pants, but I distinctly heard panties. "Ok, now for the million dollar question, what we got to plug all this sweet hardware into?" 'Me!!!' my mind screamed. "Double GFIs on both adjoining walls," Brian responded snootily. "I'm an independent contractor. I know what's what when it comes to power surge protection." "Most people don't," Mr. Saul said. "Now, let's get all the pieces parts assembled and fire this bad boy up." It took over an hour for Brian and Mr. Saul to get everything set up to Mr. Saul's exacting standards. The tower had be just so in its cabinet, the screen precisely aligned on the raised dais, the scanner/printer/copier/fax off to the side, yet reachable for me when I was sitting at the keyboard, and all of the snaking cables hidden neatly out of sight. "Only one thing missing," he said when he was at last satisfied with the setup. "And what's that?" Brian asked wearily. Mr. Saul held up a thin cable. "A phone jack to plug this into. You are going to want to go line, right?" He was looking at me when he said this, but turned his eyes to Brian. "For your business. Now days, small business lives or dies on the net. No escaping it." Brian winced. "Never thought about that. I'll have the Phone Company out here tomorrow to install one." "No biggie," Mr. Saul said, "we can still boot up and I'll show you some of the ins and outs to running this system. Now, which of you is going to be using it the most?" Just then, Brian's cell phone beeped. He answered it, listened for about ten seconds, and groaned. "Be there soon as I can. And, if you can think of some way of getting away with it, shoot every fucking one of them." He angrily snapped the cell phone closed. "Fucking painters, they just painted over every piece of molding in that new house. Took me days to get it all stained just the right shade mahogany." His face was beet-red. "If they aren't already dead when I get there, I'll kill 'em all myself." He looked at me. "Babycakes, I hate to do this, but…" "Honey, I know what you went through to get everything just right." I'd been listening to for nearly a week now. "You go and do what you have to, Mr. Saul can show me the basics of how to get things up and running, then I can show you when you've got some free time." "Free Time!" Brian's face wasn't red anymore, but it was easy to tell that my husband's was fuming inside. "If they've fucked things up as bad as I think they have, I'll be lucky to have enough free time to take a piss for the next month. Fucking painters!" Mr. Saul's onyx eyes registered real sympathy. "I've done some finish carpentry myself and I know what you're saying," he said as Brian headed for the door. "You need any help taking them fucking painters out, call home and I'll come running." Brian turned and looked him up and down. "I may just do that. You look like you could handle three or four of them all by yourself." Brian left the room and I could hear his boot heels stomping across the front room and then the door slammed behind him. "Guess it's just you and me, Ma'am," Mr. Saul said with a grin. "Guess it is, Mr. Saul," I replied. And I was damned glad we hadn't taken the plastic of the chair seat, because the way hie onyx eyes were looking right into mine was making the seat of my panties extremely wet. "And, please stop calling me Ma'am. It makes me feel like someone's doddering mother. My name's Faith" "Fair enough, Faith," he said. "But that means you have to stop calling me Mister Saul. Faith and Cal is so much… friendlier, don't you think?" I felt like I was going to melt under his intense gaze. "Ah… yes I do, Cal." I liked the taste of his name on my tongue. Cal spent the next couple of hours showing me how to boot up, how to send something to the printer and how to scan something into the computer, how to build folders to store things in, and a few more ins and outs to navigating within the system he had so painstakingly installed. All the while he hovered over me, so close it felt like I was being cloaked in a sexual black shroud, occasionally, and more often then he needed to, reaching around me to finger the keys himself. Even when his body wasn't actually touching mine, I could still feel his presence. I could smell his muskiness and it was all I could do to concentrate on what he was teaching me. "You're not bad, Faith," Cal said, standing arching his back. "You pick things up real fast. You get that jack installed first thing in the morning, we'll be able to go online and I can show you how to surf the net." "But, tomorrow's Saturday," I said sadly. "Surely you give yourself the weekends off." "Generally do, Faith," he answered. "But, I do make exceptions…" He winked down at me "…'specially for pretty ladies." I blushed. "If ah… if the painters screwed things up as bad as Brian said, he'll ah… he'll be there all day tomorrow, probably late into the evening. Mean's it'll be just you and me again, Cal." "That it will, Faith. That it most certainly will." I didn't want him to leave, but not knowing when Brian might return home, I didn't want to stay here alone with Cal too much longer. I was having too goddamn much trouble controlling my want for him, my hunger for his hands and lips on my naked body, my lust for what I knew he had for me inside his kaki pants. "I just wish I didn't have to wait until tomorrow to get online, Cal. There are some ah… some sites a… a friend gave me I'd like to check out." "Well, there is a way of hooking you up temporarily. Where's the closest phone jack located?" "In our bedroom," I answered. "Across the hall, right beside the bed." Cal looked across the hall, eyed the distance from the side of our bed to where the computer desk sat, and nodded. "Yeah, I got enough to it." He dug into his black toolbox and pulled out a long phone cord and a roll of duck tape. "Show me where to plug it in, Faith." 'Which, that skinny phone cord, or your big black cock?' I mentally replied as I got out of the chair and showed him where the phone jack was located beside the bed. 'Me, Cal, a bed…?' Ten seconds more of this unbeatable combination and both the bed and myself were going to be getting used, and with Cal's impressive physique, I was willing to bet we would both be getting used hard and long. When I wanted was to have Cal rip my clothes off, throw me on that inviting bed, climb on and fuck the livin' shit out of me--hard and repeatedly, I reluctantly stepped out of the bedroom Cal plugged the phone cord in, then taped it down across the carpet all the way into the computer room and plugged it into the modem port. "All right, Faith," he said, his intoxicating presence once again hovering over me, "we're going online using my account." He showed me which keys to punch to access his account. "You're going to have to get a server of your own, but you can use mine for tonight. I'll call and set it up for you if you want." "That would be very nice, Cal. Thank you." "Hey, for pretty ladies…" He leaned across my back "…I've been known to make all sorts of exceptions." He took my hand in his and together we and hit the enter key. "Now, pick out one of those site you want to visit, Faith." His muskiness was driving me right up the wall. "I'm… I'm not sure I can, Cal. Not… not without searching high and low for the list I made of them. Do you know of any interesting sites we can visit?" "I know a lot of interesting sites to visit, Faith. But, you gotta understand something, the www. world is a scary place to go roamin' around in. If you're not careful, no telling what sort of site you'll find yourself in." "But, you're here to see that I don't get into something too scary." I turned my eyes up to his. "Aren't you… Cal?" His onyx eyes bored into mine, like he was looking right into my soul. "Faith, you may be a very pretty, petite woman, but I got a feeling it's going to take more then landing in the wrong sort of site to scare you off." "And ah… and what sort of sites are the wrongs ones for little ol' me to be visiting, Cal?" "Sure you want to find that out, Faith." It wasn't my mind answering this time, it was me. "God, yesssssss!" Cal looked deep into my eyes for a long moment, then nodded, punched in an address, hit enter, and a few seconds later I was looking at a bleached blonde woman happily sucking a huge black cock on a banner advertisement for an interracial site. "Should we back out of here, Faith?" Staring at that big black cock in that blonde's mouth, I lost all the resolve and self control I had left. "You back us out of here, and I'll…" My hands were shaking so badly I had to clench them into fists, and still the tremors were shaking my body. "Cal, I swear I'll…" Cal quickly punched in some numbers and we were instantly inside the site. "What'll it be, Faith, pics, movies, stories? It's all in here for you, even got a chat room where you can talk in real time to black men." He took my trembling chin in his big powerful black hand and turned my face to his. "What do you want, Faith?" "You…" I was having trouble finding my voice. "You know what I want, Cal." "Huh, uh, you've got to tell me, Faith." I was lost. I knew it, and he knew it, too. "Help me, Cal." Cal took my hand and placed it against the bulge in his crotch. "All the help I'm going to give you, Faith," he said coldly. "Now, you got to make up your mind if this is where you really want to go." He tightened his hand around mine, which was grasping that bigger-then-I-had-imagined-it-would-be bulge. "And then, I have to hear you say it." His cock was growing in my hand. "Say it, Faith. Tell me exactly what it is you want here." Faith Debased Ch. 2 I could feel his cock throbbing through his pants. I squeezed it and said, "I want this, Cal." Cal snorted. "What you got your hand almost around isn't a this. It's a cock. Say it, Faith. Tell me what you got your little white hand wrapped around. Tell me exactly what you want." I couldn't breathe. I was shaking so bad it's a wonder I didn't shake right out of the chair. "I… I want…" Cal's powerful cock jerked in my hand and I was done for. "I want your cock, Cal. I want your cock, right here, right now. I want to see it. I want to feel it. I… I want to feel it inside me." The friendliness that had been in Cal's captivating smile all afternoon was no longer there. "Take it out, Faith. You want it that bad, you're going to have to unzip my pants, reach in, and fish my big black cock out all by yourself." With trembling fingers I unzipped his pants and reached inside the opening. Slippery silk still encased his cock. 'Boxers.' I knew they would be boxer shorts. They were the only sort of shorts a black man could wear. Briefs would be entirely too confining. I searched with my fingers for the opening to them, couldn't locate it and withdrew my hand. I undid his belt, unsnapped and unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his knees. 'Red silk boxers.' I quickly pulled them down to his pants and was now at eye level with my very first live black cock. It was long, 9 or 10 inches easily, and so thick I knew I wouldn't get my fist all the way around it. And, it was… gorgeous. "Well, you just going to stare at it, Faith?" In my enraptured state, I could vaguely hear Cal taping on some keys. "Look at what she's doing to the black cock she has, Faith." I couldn't pull my eyes away from his cock. Cal put his hand on my head and forcibly turned my face away from it. He had punched in what I came to know in the days ahead as a streaming video. A buxom, freckle-faced, ivory-skinned redhead was sucking on half of what had to be a 12-inch, wrist-thick black cock. "Now that slut knows what to do with a cock, doesn't she, Faith?" I watched the redhead swallow half of the black cock still outside her severely ovaled lips then look up at the man whose cock she was sucking. Without a word spoken between them the man grabbed her hair and forced her mouth down on the remainder of his cock. Then, using his hand full of red hair, he pulled her mouth almost off of it until just the head remained in her mouth, then yanked her mouth all the way back down on it, effectively fucking that huge black cock of his with her mouth and throat. "Slut doesn't seem to be having much difficulty taking all that black cock down her gullet, does she, Faith?" Cal took a step forward and the head of his black cock brushed against my cheek. "Think you could do the same with the one in your face… Slut?" Imagining it in my mind had been one thing, but hearing myself called a slut, by a black man whose big black cock was now blocking my view of the screen, was like a slap in the face and I jerked my head up. "Cal…?" "That is what you want to be called, isn't it… Slut!" Cal took his cock in one hand and smeared my face with the precum that had begun oozing from the peehole. I soon had streaks of precum on both cheeks, on my forehead, my eyelids, and my nose. He placed the slippery head against my lips. "It's what you want to be, right… Slut?" My lips parted and the head of his cock slipped into my mouth. "Yeah," he moaned as I instinctively began sucking the precum-oozing head like I had a ripe, juicy plum in my mouth, "that's just what you are, Faith, a white slut for black cock." Letting my drool run down his cock, I wrapped both of my hands around the thick shaft and stroked it as I began taking more and more of Cal's delicious chocolate cock into my mouth. I knew I wasn't going to be able to take all of it, not the first time, probably not the second, and maybe not even the third time, but eventually I would be able to take the whole thing and want more. I soon had almost half of his tremendous cock in my mouth, the bulbous head at the back of my throat. I looked up at Cal, flicked my eyes to the screen then turned them back up to him with askance evident in them. "I know you can't do what she's doing, Slut. Not yet, you can't." Cal wrapped his fingers in my hair. "But Cal's gonna give you all you can take, and a little bit more." The head went into my throat as he pulled my mouth further onto his cock. "That's already more then you've ever had with that white husband of yours, isn't it, Slut?" With my mouth so full, all I could manage was a nod of my head, which caused the head of his cock to at last make me gag. Cal held my mouth on it, not letting me pull off to get some air. "You 're going to have to get over that, Slut. You're going to be sucking black cock, you better learn to take all without gagging." I nodded my understanding. I would learn to take all of his cock without gagging. He pulled my head back and let me draw in a couple of deep breaths through my flared nostrils before pulling my mouth down on his cock again. Then he did it again. And again. And again. And again and again and again. We were both getting what we wanted most right then; he was getting most of his black cock sucked by a new-born white slut, and I was at last being used--for real--by a well hung black man. I was even proud of myself because I wasn't gagging all that much now. I didn't know about Cal, but I was in absolute heaven. "Something else you're going to have to learn, Slut," Cal said after about 15 minutes of face-fucking me. The shaft of his cock swelled noticeably in my mouth, the plum-sized head in my throat nearly choking me. Cal lunged forward and nearly buried his entire cock all the way to his bloated black balls in my mouth. "Swallow it, Slut," he demanded in a hoarse voice as the first ever jet of hot, slimy cum literally blasted down my throat. "Swallow every drop of that cum this black man is so kindly giving you." I obediently swallowed. And swallowed. And swallowed. Eight times in all I swallowed around the head of the fantastic cock spewing its hot cum straight down my throat. Hard and constant shivers were jolting my body and I knew I was cumming myself. I was, indeed, a slut, not an accomplished one yet, but enough of a natural white slut to be cumming from swallowing a black man's cum. Then, without be told to, I sucked Cal's cock clean as it slowly withered in my mouth. Soft, it was still larger then my husband's white dick, but I could get all of it in my mouth and I lovingly sucked and noisily slurped on it like a contented baby with a rather large black nipple in her mouth. "Damn, girl," Cal said, eventually pulling my sucking mouth off his wondrous black cock, "I said you picked up things fast, but no one picks that up that quickly unless they're a natural born cocksucker." I looked up at him and smiled. "Yours is the first cock I've ever done that for, Call. I've sucked Brian's, but I've never let him cum in my mouth." Cal still had his fingers entwined in my hair, and I didn't want him to ever let go. "And why did you do it me, Slut?" "Because yours is the first real cock I've had in my mouth, Cal." "You got that right, Slut." He took his spit-slick cock in his hand and wiped it across my cheek. "My last client, the reason I was bit late getting here, she took my whole cock. She was a lot older then you and had more practice cock sucking, but she wouldn't let me face-fuck her like you just did." So, I was better then the older customer. She might have been able to take his whole cock down her throat, but I had given him the better blowjob. He wiped his cock across my other cheek. "I got even with the old cock teaser, though. I blew a heavy load in her cunt." He smiled. " Any justice in this world, grandma going to be having a black baby in nine months." He placed the head of his cock against my lips and my intuitive reaction was to kiss it. "You like Cal's big black cock, don't you, Slut." Kiss "Yes…" Kiss "…I…" Kiss "…do." Kiss Kiss Kiss. Cal released my hair and stepped back, then pulled up his shorts and pants. "What… what are you doing?" I cried as he zipped his pants up. "Getting ready to leave, what's it look like?" "But…? But I thought…? I mean, don't you want…? I want…?" He snapped his pants and calmly buckled his belt. "I know what you want, Slut, and you're going to get it. I promise you that. All you can handle and a whole lot more of it." He stepped over to his toolbox, knelt down, and started putting away his tools. "But, we don't know when Brian's going to get home, and you don't want him catching us in your bed, me pounding this big black cock you've become addicted to into that blonde pussy of yours, blowing my nuts deep in that slutty cunt of yours, you begging me to ram it in your ass the next time." He turned his head. "Or do you, Faith?" "No," I answered softly, "I don't want that, Cal." Not quite yet, I didn't. "But, you'll still be coming back tomorrow, right?" "Yes, Faith, I'll be here," he assured me in the friendly voice he had been using, before he used me. "You still have a lot tot learn, and I don't mean just where that computer is concerned, either." "I know, Cal," I said with a wicked smile. I wanted him bad, so bad my cunt actually ached with wanting. If I could be slutty enough for him, maybe I could delay his abrupt departure just a bit longer. "But, I have a pretty good teacher." I could still taste his cum on my lips as I wantonly licked them. "One who tastes pretty good, I must add." Cal laughed. "Maybe you ain't got that much to learn, after all, Faith." He stood up, pulled out his wallet and handed me a business card. "Call me soon as Brian leaves in the morning. I'll be here twenty minutes later." He stepped into the doorway, then stopped. "I'd tell you to be naked and on your knees when I come through the door," he said without turning around, "but you've got a phone guy coming out early and I don't want any other guy getting the idea in his he might be able to horn in on my fresh white pussy." He turned and looked right at me. "Not yet, anyway." Cal didn't have to explain "Not yet" to me. I knew, without being told that he would share me with another black man, eventually. That's another thing white sluts for black cock have to expect, and that is exactly what I wanted someday; more then one black cock using me, pleasing me, making me please them, at the same time. "Enjoy the site tonight, Faith," Cal said. "See what nasty slutty things you can pick up to surprise me with tomorrow." Cal showed himself out and I sat there for a long time. I was hurt and hurting, confused and tormented, mad and feeling rejected. There had been no romance to this, no affection. Cal hadn't kissed me. He hadn't caressed me. He hadn't even reached down and fondled my tits or pinched my aching nipples as I had given him a competent blowjob. I had taken his cock out of his pants, he had put it against my lips, I had opened my mouth, he had face-fucked me, and I had swallowed all of his cum. Period, end of story. I had wanted him in the worst way and he had known it, and yet he walked away. It was like he knew he could have me any time he cared to take me, and it would be solely on his terms, when he wanted it, not when I needed it. Then I dawned on me, Cal hadn't been looking for romance, he had wanted a slut to give him her mouth and service him, nothing more. And that's exactly what he got, and would continue getting from me. By walking out, leaving me wanting more of him and not being able to have it, he was treating me just like a nasty white slut for black cock. He was letting me know I was white meat for black men, useful for dropping a load or two cum into, but I would never have any say in it. As a cum-slut for black men, he would dictate when, where that load would be spewed into, how I would be used, and how much black fucking I would be allowed to have. That's when I realized I had gotten what I had been wanting all afternoon, pretty much what I had been wanting for the past two weeks, and then some. We had both gotten out of that slut blowjob just what we wanted, he had gotten to use me, and he would be back tomorrow, so I would get to be used even more by him. Oh, Cal Soul was definitely in charge of whatever happened from here on out, there would never be any question of that between us, but in the overall scheme of things we were going to come out dead even on the scoreboard. With a new sense of accomplishment, I went into the kitchen and called the Phone Company. A hour and a half later, with a jack, plus an additional line strictly for the computer due to be installed early the following morning, I was back to exploring the site Cal had so kindly left up for me. Pictures of black men using white sluts, stories of white women being used by numerous black men, streaming videos of interracial sucking and fucking, with sound. I almost had it all. The only thing which could have given it all to me right then, would have been Cal pounding that fantastic black cock of his into me from behind as I hungrily explored all of it. To be continued..? Faith Debased Ch. 3 Chapter 3: A True Cum Slut Is Born I called Cal at around 7:00 the following morning. Brian hadn't come home until well after midnight, still fuming at what the painters had done to his meticulous work. We had gone to bed shortly after that. He had been snoring fitfully at 5:30 when I had gotten up to pee, and I vaguely recalled someone kissing my cheek and telling me they'd call later, but that had been coming to me through a sleepy fog. I had no idea what time he had left for work that morning, but I really didn't give a good goddamn as I impatiently waited for Cal to pick up his damned phone. He wasn't there now and Cal soon would be. "Morning, Slut," Cal said after the twelfth aggravating ring. "Cal!" I gasped. "You shouldn't answer your phone like that. I could have been a client calling with a computer problem." "Twenty-first century, Faith," he chuckled. "We got caller ID and all kinds of state-of-the-art shit these days." There was the sound of Blues music playing in the background; sounded to me like Billie Holiday. "Your husband must work banker's hours." "He left sometime early this morning, Cal," I said as a shiver raced through me just hearing his deep rich voice. I explained that Brian had gotten home very late and that I had waited up for him. "And, Cal," I cooed, "my white husband's side of the bed is soooo cold right now." Cal snorted. "Like it ever got very hot. Phone guy been there yet?" "Not yet, They told me yesterday it'd be early 'cause it's Saturday. Oh, and I ordered a separate line for the computer, too." "Good thinking, Faith, won't tie up the house line when you're surfin' your kindda porn sites. Now, you best get that tight white ass outta bed and get dressed. I don't want him catching you in your robe, and maybe getting' a glimpse of what I'm gonna be usin' when I get there." And, God, how I wanted to be used by him. I wanted it so bad right then. "And when will that be. Cal?" "When I get there, Slut," Cal snapped, "Now get your ass outta bed and put some coffee on. Phone guys always appreciate a cup of coffee, might even get that jack thrown in free if you give him a cup. But nothin' else, not even a peek at your little white titties, you hear me, Slut?" "I hear you, Cal. You are the only one who's going to see my white titties today." 'And he was going to suck them...' I thought to myself. '...and maul them...' And I was going to hold his big black cock tightly between them so he could fuck my white tits. "You got that right, Slut." The phone went dead in my ear and I got out of bed. My black lover was coming over, and he was going to do such wonderful slutty things to me and to my willing white body. I masturbated to those salacious thoughts as I showered, cumming several times. So the Phone wouldn't get so much as an accidental peek at Cal's property, I dressed in my most matronly attire--what amounted to a button-up-the-front June Clever housedress and flats, my hair pulled back in a tight bun and no makeup. I'd fix myself up real nice after he left... for Cal. Then I went in the kitchen, poured what was left in the pot from Brian filling his thermos into a cup and stuck it in the microwave to warm, then put on a fresh pot. I made some toast and sipped my coffee and waited. And waited. And I waited. And I waited. And I... Two and a half hours and a fresh pot of coffee later, Cal walked through the back door like it was his house, not Brian's and mine. "Phone guy already been and gone, Faith?" "Not yet, Cal," I answered as my heart beat out a sinful tattoo inside my constricting chest. "I'm beginning to wonder if he's ever going to show." Cal glanced at his watch. "Saturday, probably spent half the morning in the coffee shop." He looked at me. "Well...?" I was out of the kitchen chair and pressed up against him in less then one of my pounding heartbeats, my face tilted up to be kissed. Cal grabbed my hand and held it hard against the large bulge in his crotch. "You gonna be my slut, one of your hands best be right here whenever you greet your man. Got it, Slut?" "Yes, Cal," I answered as I shamelessly rubbed and groped his huge cock through his pants. "Is that what I'm going to be, your slut?" "No, you already are my slut." He leaned his head down like he was going to kiss me, but at the last second he swiped his wet tongue across my lips, my nose, and my startled eyes. "And a slut gets kissed when I want to kiss her, not the other way around." "Yes, Cal." Good Lord, he had me trembling. He was treating me like a slut, like the slut I wanted to be for him, that I would be for him. And we both knew it. He pushed me back. "Let your hair down." I undid the tight bun for him and shook it out. "Open that dress up. Show your man what you're wearing underneath." I hesitated and he snapped, "Now!" I obediently unbuttoned my dress half way down. "No bra. Good. But I see panties, Slut. My sluts never wear panties, less I tell them to. Get rid of them." For some unexplainable reason I balked. "And what if I don't?" So fast his hand was a dark blur in my vision, Cal's fingers were inside the waistband of my panties and he jerked me to him. "You asked, Slut," he spat in my face and yanked hard. I wasn't wearing flimsy panties, these were everyday cotton panties, meant for a little hard use, and they didn't give. He yanked again and the panties tore at the seams. Twice more Cal yanked on my panties, not quite as hard, like he wasn't serious about tearing them off me right then, like he teasing me. The second time I came in them. With a quick twisting wrench, what was left of my panties were at last torn free of my trembling body. "Like I said, no panties." He pushed them in my face and smeared my cum onto it. "Now, open up and suck the rest out, Slut." I opened my mouth, he shoved the wet, tattered rag in, and I did as I was told. I sucked my cum-juice from the ruined panties until there was no other taste left other then soggy cotton. "Get rid of them," he told me and I gladly pitched them over his shoulder. He put his powerful hands on my shoulders and pushed me down to my knees. "Now, dig my cock out and show me if you learned anything new at that site I left up for you." "But, Cal, the Phone guy..." Cal grabbed a fist full of my hair. "Once, and only 'cause you're new to this, Faith, don't you ever, I mean NEVER, but me again." Cal's dark face was even darker and I meekly undid his belt, unsnapped and unzipped his pants and lowered them down to his shoes. Then I pulled his boxers--blue silk this time, down. I leaned in, kissed the head of his half-hard cock, then took it in my mouth and sucked. It began to grow harder and I started taking more of it into my hungry slut mouth. Then more. And more. And... And then the fucking doorbell rang. Fuck!" Cal pushed me away and pulled his boxers and pants up. "Go answer the fucking door," he said as he zipped up. "And button up that dress 'fore you get to the door." I hurried past him and was doing the top button as I reached the front door. "Good morning, Ma'am," a dark-haired young woman said when I opened it. "I'm Regina, from the Phone Company. You ordered a second line and a jack installed today?" I took in her clunky boots, her tight jeans, the heavy-looking toolbelt around her flared hips, and how her company shirt appeared to be too confining for her breasts. Finally, I raised my gaze enough to see her face. She wasn't pretty, but there was something in her vanilla-mocha complexion, in her full, sensuous lips and in her luminous, thickly browed dark eyes which made her stunningly attractive. "Ah..." My voice seemed to catch in my throat. "Ah... yes. Yes, I did." I stepped back. "Please, come in." She smiled. "Have to do that to see where you want the jack, Ma'am," she said as she stepped through the door. I closed the door behind her and turned around. There was definitely an unmistakable--almost palpable--sensuality about the young woman and an electric shiver--nearly as hard as being this close to Cal--rippled through me. "And where would you like it, Ma'am?" she inquired and I was startled as the unbelievable thought 'Right between my legs' raced across my mind. "She's going to want in here," Cal said, coming out of the kitchen. While I had been answering the door, he had gone out to his truck and was now holding his toolbox. "Down the hall, first door on your left. Follow me." We all three went into the new computer room and Cal showed her, Regina, where he'd like the jack installed. "That were you want it, Ma'am?" Regina asked. "I've learned never to take a husband's word as law. I only drill when the lady of the house has put her finger on the spot." "Oh!" Apparently, the Phone lady had mistaken Cal for being my husband. "Mr. Saul isn't..." "I'm her computer guy," Cal snickered. "Faith's husband's at work." Regina smiled at him, just not as friendly as she had seemed to smile at me. "Then I'll take your word in this case, Mr. Saul. Any idea where the Interface is located? Outside, I hope." "Yep, saw it right outside the back door when I came in. You need any help running the wire, just give a holler." "Will do, Mr. Saul." Regina turned to me. "Would you like to show me to the back door, Ma'am?" 'I'd like to show you more then the back door' I found myself thinking and quickly shook it off as I we both left the room. "This way, ah... Regina." I showed her out the back door. She spotted the gray box she was interested in--the Interface, Cal had called it--then scanned our small back yard and nodded. "Good, ped's in your yard, not your neighbor's. Make's things a lot easier for me." Regina headed off toward the tall, lime-green metal box tucked in the corner of the fence and I went back inside. Only after I had closed the door behind me did I notice that my palms were sweaty. 'Why on earth?' I wondered as I rejoined Cal in the computer room. "What are you doing?" I asked, looking over his shoulder at what seemed to be a long, interconnected menu of some sort on the screen. "About to see how adventurous my new slut got after I left." He clicked on one tiny folder labeled history and a long list of addresses ran down the right side of the screen. "My, my, my," he chuckled as he scrolled down, "you did go out there and play, didn't you." Yes," I confessed, staring at the seemingly endless list of porn sites I had visited the night before. I hadn't realized at the time that I gone to so many. Without looking away from the screen, Cal reached back and up under my dress. His thick finger easily entered my wet cunt. "And how many times did you make this nasty pussy cum while you were playing in the porn sites?" "Oh, God," I moaned, rocking my cunt on his unmoving finger. He wasn't going to do anything. If I wanted finger-fucked, I'd have to do it myself. "I made myself cum so many times, Cal... All those big black men fucking those white sluts, those nasty white sluts happily sucking those huge black cocks off..." I was quickly rocking my hips with far more urgency. "...holding their own asscheeks wide apart so their black studs could fuck their asses..." An almost painful jolt hit me. "...gallons of slimy cum being shot onto their quivering white asses, on their arched backs, into their contented face and in their hair, in their wide open mouths from so many giant black cocks..." I came incredibly hard on Cal's finger. Cal kept his thick finger deep inside my spasming cunt until my orgasm had run its body-jarring course then pulled it out of me and held it up like he was giving me the bird. "Clean it, Slut." I closed my mouth over it and sucked down my warm cum juice. I had come to like the taste of myself by then. "Go get me the cordless phone from the kitchen." he told me when I at last removed my mouth from his squeaky clean finger. I was back in less then half a minute with the cordless phone. Cal took it from me and punched in a number. "Cecil," he said a few seconds later, "need a new account set up, under this name." He gave the guy on the other end of the line our name and address, our existing phone number and the new phone number being installed by Regina. "Same setup as the one you did for me, using the second number I gave you." Cal scowled. "That wasn't a request, asshole. You did it for me, you'll do it for whomever and whenever I tell you to. Otherwise, that chubby wife of yours is going to find out about those naughty young black boys you visit so frequently." Cal's severe tone became even more menacing. "Then, you little pole-sucker, then your mousy, church-going wife's going to learn what it's like to have some real cocks pounding her pudgy white pussy, a dozen of them, all big and black. Wanna bet once she gets used to taking three huge black cocks in her at the same time, she'll be begging for one of my friends to pimp her out... for black men only, I can assure you of that." For the first time I was a little afraid of Cal. The threat in his voice had been implicit. He had meant every word of what he had told the guy. If he didn't do exactly as he was told, Cecil--whoever he was--would, without a doubt, become the cuckold of a white whore for black men. "Much better, Cecil," Cal said in an almost friendly way. "Call me back at the main number with the codes when it's setup. I'll take it from there. Have a nice day, Cecil. Oh, and pat that flabby ass of your wife's for me when you see her tonight. Bye." He set the phone down and smiled. "Some people just need the right sort of motivation. Surprising what a little 'gentle' persuasion can get accomplished." Cal picked me up and set me on the desk. "Your account's going to be the same as Cecil setup for me," he explained as he undid the bottom three buttons of my dress. "You'll have to subscribe to one site, but don't worry..." He pushed my legs apart and worked two fingers into my pussy. "...little dick Brian won't find you out, it'll be listed on your credit card statement as being a craft group..." He began finger-fucking me deeply. "...or maybe a cooking site, whatever you tell me to tell Cecil to make it when he calls back with the necessary codes." I was so close to cumming again my cunt muscle clamped tight around Cal's thrusting fingers. Cal stopped and looked into my eyes. "You do want to be able to access all the naughty place you went and played in last night, don't you, Faith?" He quickly buried his fingers deep inside me. "Well, don't you... Slut!" "YESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed and came violently. Cal's Cheshire grin was extremely persuasive. "Thought so." * * * * Half an hour later I was getting Cal a cup of coffee when he came into the kitchen and leaned against the counter. "What do you think of her, Faith?" "Of who?" I asked, handing him Brian's special over-sized mug. He nodded at the window above the sink. "Of the Phone lady." I looked out the window. The Phone lady was kneeling beside the phone pedestal, talking on her test phone. She turned her head, saw me in the window, smiled and waved. Regina's smile was captivating and I felt an errant butterfly in my stomach flutter. "She seems... pleasant." Cal looked at me for a long moment. "You really didn't catch it, did you?" "Catch what?" Cal didn't answer; he just stared at me. "What!" I demanded. Cal shook his head. "Faith, you amaze me with your skewed naivete. Thirty minutes ago you were the nastiest slut I've been with in awhile and yet you completely missed another woman coming on to you not even an hour ago." "You can't be serious!" "I'm dead serious. When we were all three in the computer room, whenever you were looking at me, the Phone lady was very definitely checking you out. And what I saw in her eyes, she liked what she was measuring with them." "Regina... the Phone lady wouldn't do that." Regina coming on to me, checking me out when I wasn't aware of it, was not something I was prepared for. "Even if she is predisposed in that way, she'd... she'd be afraid I'd report her to the Company." "There, you're right, Faith," Cal said. "Her job would be at stake and Regina wouldn't chance making a pass at you, not openly, not unless she had a clear, unmistakable indication from you that it would be welcomed. But this you can take to bank and deposit, before that sexy Phone lady leaves here today, she'll know whether you're interested, or not." The thought of Regina making an open, unmistakable pass at me was... It was unnerving, to say the least. 'Would she? Had she?' The possibility that it might, indeed, be true was becoming more then mildly exciting to me. "Well, what's it going to be, Faith?" Cal snapped his fingers in front of my face and I jerked. "Which will it be, Dreamy Eyes, you going welcome the invite we both know Regina's going to make to you, or you going to run and hide in the bathroom till she's gone?" "Cal...?" My head was spinning; my entire world was suddenly whirling out of my control. "Cal, I... I don't know. Everything's too... You're the only other man I've ever been with... I'm cheating on my husband with you, Cal... a black man... and now you say... you tell me a lesbian wants me... wants to... It's all so... Everything is so confusing. I... I don't know what to do... what I should, or shouldn't do." I pleaded with him with my eyes. "What I should do, Cal? Tell me what to do. Please!" Cal looked out the window. Regina had closed up the phone pedestal and was coming back toward the house. "I shouldn't do this," he said thoughtfully, "I want you all to myself... you need some serious breaking in." He grabbed my arm and propelled me back to the computer room. "But this is just too good a thing to pass up, my newborn bi slut." Cal had me standing feet-apart on a chair, ostensibly straightening a small picture above the window when Regina came into the room. "Ready to install the jack, Mr. Saul," I heard her say and wondered if she was looking at him, or at me. The bright light from outside shining in through my parted legs was making it clearly evident to the Phone lady that I had absolutely nothing on underneath my dress. "Be with you in a sec," Cal said. "Would you be kind enough to help Faith down. She's a bit spooked of heights." The Phone lady chuckled. "Then she shouldn't be standing on wobbly chairs." Regina's hands were at my waist, then they slid down on my hips, and they felt so warm through the thin material of my dress. "Easy does it, Ma'am. Just step down. I've got you." I stepped down, and I'm not positive if it was accidental, or I did it on purpose, but I stumbled back into her. It had to have been on purpose because I've never been afraid of heights. The Phone lady's ample breasts cushioned me. Regina's arms enfolded me protectively. I didn't want to move, ever, but I had to. "I'm... I'm terribly sorry," I said, righting myself stepping away. "Sometimes I can be so clumsy. Cal told me he would do it, but he was busy and..." "No problem, Ma'am." Regina's smile was so warm, so sensual, so inviting, if I had been wearing panties they'd have become instantly wet. "Glad I could be of assistance." Her luminous eyes washed over me then she turned her gaze to Cal. "So, where exactly do we want to put this jack, Mr. Saul?" That damned Cheshire grin was back on Cal's face and scalding cum juice was running down the inside of my quaking legs. And the smiling Phone lady was the root cause of both. At least in my case, a seductive lesbian named Regina, with the warmest hands imaginable, was entirely at fault. Cal marked the spot with his finger. Regina drilled a hole through the wall with a long bit, then told him she would slide a probe through from the outside, and if he would be kind enough to thread the wire on the end, she'd pull it through and we'd have the new jack installed in about twenty minutes. Faith Debased Ch. 3 True to her word, Regina was standing up and arching her back in twenty minutes, a brand new phone jack set into the wall. "You do nice work, Phone lady," Cal said admiringly. "No muss, no fuss. Quick and professional." "Just doing my job, Mr. Saul." Regina turned to me and her eyes didn't wash over me this time; they lingered longer, and with discernable appraisal. "Let me make sure everything's closed up outside and I'll bring in the work order for you to sign off on." "Yes," I heard myself reply thickly, "Please bring it for me to... to sign off on." Regina gathered up her tools and went out. Cal leaned against the desk and smirked. "How hard did you cum, Faith?" Unabashed, I lifted my dress and showed him my cum juice still running down the insides of my thighs. He stepped over to me, cupped my moist cheeks in his black hands, and turned my face up to his. "Faith, you are a born cum slut." And then Cal kissed me for the very first time. I kissed him back hungrily and the insides of my trembling thighs got a fresh glaze of cum juice as my cunt opened up and literally gushed. Regina came back in a couple of minutes later and handed me the work order. She stood and admired the desk and computer as I signed off on it. " Wish I could afford this kind of setup, Mr. Saul." I handed her back the signed work order. "You do know how to run this baby, Ma'am?" "Cal's going to teach me." "I just bet he can, Ma'am," Regina said with a conspiratorial wink. "I play around with the basic setup I have in the evenings. Maybe I could stop by after I get off work and show you a couple questionable shortcuts nice Mr. Saul here probably won't?" "That would be an excellent idea," Cal said. "Faith already knows the basics and I have another client who's having trouble. I could give Faith another quick lesson to keep her going then spend the rest of the afternoon taking care of the other client's problem." He looked at me. "How about it, Faith, okay with you if Regina comes by this evening and shows you some things I'm not able to? Trouble those fool painters caused him at that new house, Brian, I'm sure, isn't going to be home until way late again tonight." "I'll bring pizza," Regina offered. "We'll make it an online girl party." Like the ill-fated Titanic, I was sunk. "On one condition, Phone lady, you stop calling me Ma'am." Regina held out her hand. "Deal, Faith." I let her warm hand make a detectable kind of love to mine. "Deal... Regina." I showed Regina to the door and intimately shook hands with her once more. When I returned, Cal was waiting in the hallway. His pants were already undone. "That hot lesbian is going to be getting some of my white pussy tonight." He picked me up, stepped into the bedroom, and tossed me on the bed. "But I'm gonna be leavin' a big cream surprise in it for her first." With no ceremony, Cal took me. In fact, the only foreplay at all was Cal ripping open my dress, shoving my legs apart, and hooking my knees over his powerful arm. With hot lust in his onyx eyes, he placed the swollen head of his already hard black cock between the wet lips of my pussy and plunged that raging, stupendous cock of his into my sopping cunt with one long, agonizingly wondrous shove. With his entire cock buried so deep inside me-- well beyond the shallow benchmark my husband's smaller white dick had established--I didn't need to be told what to do. With screaming abandon, I launched myself up at my black possessor. Thrashing, bucking, writhing, twisting, grinding, groaning and moaning, actually crying, I fucked myself on his powerful black cock as he mercilessly pounded it down into me. I came within seconds; my cunt muscles clamping down around his hammering cock so firmly, he told me afterward he was amazed that I hadn't crushed it. That explosive orgasm trigged another, then another. And another. And another. One orgasm was overlapping the previous climax until my overflowing cunt was shooting a steady stream of bubbling, frothing cum juice out around his pistoning cock. "God... Fucking... Damn!" Cal's eyes became filled with a fierce fire as I felt his throbbing cock swell inside me. He pulled back then savagely slammed his cock into my cunt. "Take it, Slut!" An incredibly hard jet of cum blasted into me. I felt like I was going to faint. A second jet shot into my clasping cunt and I thought for sure I would pass out. A third, then a forth, then a fifth. Then, unbelievably, a sixth powerful, and decidedly ungodly, eruption occurred inside my spasming cunt, which sent me right over the edge. I came so hard and for so fucking long, I knew in my shell-shocked mind I had to have died. "FUCK ME! I'M A SLUT FOR BLACK COCK! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" I faintly heard someone scream in the distance, as my entire orgasmic body seemed to implode upon itself. Cal was lying along side of me when I eventually came to. I could feel his massive cock, cunt filling even though it was now withered--yet more of it then Brian's small white dick when it was hard--still inside me. "Faith," he said when I opened my eyes, "I've been with a lot of women, black women, white women, Hispanic, Asian, shy women who have come over to their darker sides and cum sluts who have always been there..." He kissed my bruised lips almost tenderly. "...but no woman has ever cum like that for me." I weakly smiled up at him. "I'm glad." To be continued... Faith Debased Ch. 4 Author's Comments: Just because a writer writes about something does not mean they endorse any of it, or even a part of it. Likewise, just because a writer's characters act and react to situations and other characters in a certain way, does not imply that this a reflection of the writer's way of life. Fiction, though it does have to be rooted in reality to be believable, is not the truth, never the whole truth, and it certainly isn't nothing but the truth. All too often things are seen on TV, or heard on the radio, or even worse, read in the newspaper, and worst of all, gleaned from a book, and it's assumed that every word uttered or every thought written out must be gospel. Bullshit! You want a case dead on point? In the third year of the popular sitcom Gilligan's Island, Vandenburg AFB in California and Hickham AFB in Hawaii were both being bombarded with demands from those loose-wheeled fringe elements of our society to mount immediate search and rescue operations to find those poor stranded people. Enough said? Point made? All right, I've held you all captive from my convenient soapbox long enough. Let's go see what born cum-slut, Faith, is up to now. * * * * * After Cal had ravished me--and what a magnificent job he had done of that--I put on a robe and we went into the computer room where he showed me a couple of things unique to the system he had installed. Then, he had me sit in the chair and show him what I had learned, complementing me on how easily I picked things up. His genuine praise for my unconscious abilities meant as much to me as the way he could change in less then a breath and treat me like the nasty cum-slut I was just as easily becoming for him. And, that is just exactly what my powerful black professor/possessor did. "Stand up, Slut." I stood. "Take of that robe." I took it off and dropped it at my feet. "Turn around and assume the position." "The position?" Cal spun me around, told me to take two steps back from the desk then lean forward and place my hands palm down on the desk. Without another word I did as I was told. "Spread your legs." I spread them wide apart and I can't remember ever feeling so open, so completely vulnerable in my life. I heard the distinctive sound of his zipper, some fumbling of cloth, and then the head of his cock was being nestled in the slick folds of my pussy. "Fuck back on it, Slut." I pushed back and his massive cock easily penetrated me to a depth that was both mildly uncomfortable, yet wildly stimulating at the same time. "Now, I'm going to stand here and you're going to fuck yourself on my cock." Half of his thick cock was already imbedded in my cunt and I began fucking back onto the rest of it, gradually taking more and more of it into my steamy cunt. Cal grew impatient, grabbed my hips, and slammed me back the rest of the way onto into his cock. "Now it's a proper fit, Slut." With Cal's cock now hitting the bottom of my vaginal canal, feeling as if it's firm head had actually entered my womb, I went off like an exploding time bomb. I rammed my over-stretched cunt on and off his fantastic cock time and time again, jerking forward until just the head was held captive inside my inflamed pussy, then lunging back to take the whole thing back into me all at once. I came, and I came, and I came again, until I could barely draw a ragged breath and my legs felt like they were going to give out at any second. But I didn't cease fucking myself on his cock. Cal hadn't cum yet, and no matter how many explosive orgasms I had to suffer through, no matter how weak my shaky legs became, I wasn't about to stop fucking his cock until I had pleased him properly. I lunged and bucked like an insane Irish Beserker from that gory movie with Mel Gibson for another ten minutes. I know, because I could see the digital clock in the lower corner of the computer screen. I felt Cal's thick cock swell expectantly inside me and then I suddenly so empty I started to cry. "Turn around, Slut. And don't you even think of straightening up." With tears streaming down my cheeks, I turned around and as soon as my face came level with Cal's groin, he released the death grip he had on his cock. My face was immediately splattered with a jet of scalding cum. A second jet hit me square between my eyes before I had the sense to open my mouth wide. Two more jets of hot cum shot unerringly into my receptive mouth. I was shaking like an aspen leaf in a strong wind and cumming a growing puddle on the floor beneath me. I fell to my knees, took his cock in my mouth and ravenously sucked the plump head as Cal jerked the thick shaft, pumping the dregs of his yummy cum onto my working tongue. I sucked until I was sure his balls were empty and that I had satisfactorily pleased him before swallowing the accumulated cum in my mouth. Cal entwined his fingers in my hair and tilted my face up. "You pick up any more on that computer, as fast as you take to being a slut, and you're going to be showing me how to install and run that system in under a month." I smiled up at him. "Like you said, I'm just a natural born cum-slut." I nodded at the computer desk behind me. "I'm more or less unconscious about what I'm doing with that thing." Cal helped me to my feet. "It's already after 4:00, Faith. You better go get cleaned up before Regina gets here. You don't want to welcome her into the house still soiled with my jizz, do you?" He turned me around and slapped my ass. "Least, not on the outside, anyway." "No, not on the outside," I giggled as I sprinted for the shower. There was still some of Cal's cum in my cunt, having cum so much myself just now, not nearly as much as when he had dumped that ungodly load into me on the bed, but enough for the Phone lady to discover for herself. Provided, that is, that our pizza/online girl party progressed far enough for sultry Regina to have her lush mouth firmly glued to my inflamed pussy. * * * * "Nice rags," Cal remarked when I came back into the computer room. "Real south-of-the-border flavor you got going there." I was wearing a blood red, ankle-length skirt, a white peasant blouse--sans a bra, and sandals, accessorized with a silver concho belt resting on my hips and a heavy turquoise necklace around my neck. I twirled so the loose-fitting skirt flared out then lifted it to show him that I wasn't wearing any panties. Cal clapped his hands and hooted, "Ole'," then added an appreciative wolf-whistle. "But, in this case, you should be wearing panties. Regina, I'm positive, will enjoy the challenge of getting you out of them." 'Regina… getting me out of my panties? Oh, yeah, that could be a turn on all in itself.' Cal turned back to the computer. "Cecil called with the necessary access codes while you were in the shower. Your server account is now setup in your name, not Brian's. I haven't seen any artsy/crafty stuff around the house, and I didn't notice any exotic spices in your kitchen cupboards. I did, however, find an awful lot of books in the spare bedroom at the end of the hall, so you're now a subscribed member of a literary site. The Lit site is real, one of the premiere literary sites on the Net, actually. I'm a member there, myself. Officially, not under the table." Now here was a side to Cal that I hadn't expected. Though, I really shouldn't have been surprised. His vocabulary was that of someone well educated and when he spoke in conversational tones, there was just a hint of the rich Negro accent in his deep voice. It was only when he was treating me like a debased cumslut that Cal's speech pattern descended into the clipped dialect and crude vernacular of a hardened street thug. He motioned me over to stand behind him. "Now, you've got 20k of hard drive in this baby. I've partitioned off 5k for your personal use, reformatted the boot up log to show only 15k, and locked the door to the hidden 5. Brian won't even know it's there. Only you and I have the key to get into it." "And that super secret key would be?" I inquired. Cal tilted his head and looked at me from the corner of his dark eye. "What else," he said as he typed in CumSlut. "It's case sensitive, so always enter it exactly like I just did. You have four, and only four tries to get it right, then your hidden hard dive gets locked down tight, and I'm the only one who can unlock it. Brian shouldn't ever stumble onto your private hard drive, but in the off chance he somehow does blunder up against it… Hell, even a blind squirrel trips over an acorn now and again …unless you or I give him the key, there's no chance of him gaining unrestricted access to your private world." It all sounded like the perfect subterfuge, yet something seemed slightly off kilter here, not in how Cal had so successfully hidden my private world from prying eyes, but in something he had said a moment earlier. 'Something about… something?' I decided it couldn't be that important, or it surely would have set off some sort of warning bell inside my head, so I dismissed whatever it was tickling at the back of my brain and impulsively kissed his cheek. "You think of everything, my hot black stud." "I just like to keep my black ass covered as much as possible, Faith." "Well, uncover that tight black ass of yours right now, and I'll happily kiss those sweet cheeks, too." Cal swung the chair around and stood up. "If we had the time, I'd make you do more them kiss my black ass, you sassy slut. But, you have a hot date this evening, and I don't think you want me inhibiting Regina in any way by still being here when she arrives with the pizza." There, I had an impossible problem. On one hand, I wanted Cal here to see to it that I went through with this lesbian assignation. On the other sweaty hand, I really didn't want him anywhere around when I did relinquish any inhibitions I had left. And I assumed Regina wouldn't either. Cal cupped my chin. "Just remember one thing, my nasty-ass slut, beware of Greeks bearing gifts." "You think Regina's a Trojan Horse of some sort?" "No, but her dusky complexion and those thickly browed dark eyes of hers tells me there's hot Greek blood pumping through her lezzie veins." He stepped away from me. "I wouldn't be a bit surprise if there had also been a Nigger in the woodpile somewhere back down her ancestral line." I walked Cal to the back door, still not wanting him to leave, yet wishing he would get the hell gone. "I bookmarked a couple of sites you and Regina might fine entertaining," he told me. "They're in the Favorites folder I built into your private drive, not the one in the computer's main drive." He gave me a half smile, half smirk. "I really shouldn't be doing all this for you; you're my slut, and I'm not ready to start sharing you." He grabbed my tit and squeezed, not hard, but hard enough to get my undivided attention. "Not quite yet I'm not, Slut." Cal didn't kiss me goodbye; he just went out to his van and drove away. "Asshole!" I cursed as I closed and locked the door. But he was my black stud asshole, and regardless of what happened here this evening with Regina, regardless of whoever else he decided to eventually share me with, after the way he had fucked me senseless today, I was now irrevocably committed to being his obedient white slut. I went and put some panties on--the sexiest pair I owned, which really weren't all that sexy--then tidied up the house, including disposing of the tattered rag that had once been my panties, still laying where I had tossed them; in the middle of the front room floor. I found a good bottle of wine in the cupboard and put it in a bucket of ice, then went back to the computer to kill some time until my hot lesbian date arrived with dinner. The phone rang just as I was accessing one of the sites Cal had bookmarked for Regina and I. It was Brian telling me he'd be late again. Later then the previous night, most likely. In fact, he had the emergency kit he had always carried in the Explorer in Butch--sleeping bag, toiletries, candles, some dried food, water, so maybe he'd just go ahead and crash there. That way he could get an earlier start in the morning and with a little luck, by the afternoon he'd be back to where he'd been two days ago. I agreed it would be a good idea, but not for the same reason my unaware husband had. My entirely selfish motivation for agreeing revolved entirely around sex. Specifically, around my impending first taste of hot lesbian sex. Brian said he didn't like leaving me alone all night, but he needed every minute he could squeeze out of day to get things back to where they should be because the owners were scheduled to come by Monday to check things out. I told him not to worry, I wouldn't be alone, that the Phone lady who had done our install was coming by after work to show me some shortcuts Mr. Saul wasn't suppose to let me know about. Brian thought it was a great idea that I'd have some company and that maybe I could even talk her into spending the night in the spare bedroom. My unsuspecting husband had no idea that scenario was already being plotted into my plans for the night, only Regina wouldn't be spending any time in the spare bedroom… not unless I was in there with her. Brian and I made kissy goodbye noises to each other. He told me to have fun and that he'd call later to say goodnight. * * * * Regina arrived around 5:30, a gigantic pizza balanced waiter-like in one hand, a whickered bottle of Chianti clenched in her other fist, with a small gym bag dangling off her pinkie finger. Her lush full lips had been freshly glossed and there were smoldering coals in her dark expressive eyes. Her raven hair wasn't in a ponytail jutting out the back of a Company ball cap; it was brushed into a lustrous mane that cascaded down past her shoulders. And she wasn't in her clunky boots and rugged Phone Company clothes this time, either. She was nicely attired in a red and black tartan skirt held closed just in front of her hipbone with a gold scarab clasp. A long-sleeved black turtleneck was painted on her upper body, and a pair of low-heeled black suede pumps set off her attire perfectly. And, the way her thumb-sized nipples seemed about to burst through the material of that too-tight turtleneck, it was pointedly obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. "I didn't know what kind you liked," she said as I took the precariously balanced pizza box from her and carried it to the coffee table, "so I got it half salami and sausage, half garbage-gut supreme." She smiled at my puzzled expression. "Everything but the kitchen sink." I chuckled. "And we have our choice of wines to go with it." I nodded at the kitchen. "There's a bottle of white Zinfandel chilling in a bucket of ice on the counter." Regina went into the kitchen and returned a minute later with the bucket of chilled Zinfandel, two glasses, and the new roll of paper towels from the holder under the cupboard. "Have any trouble locating the glasses?" I asked with another chuckle. "Nope, just had to figure out where a very pretty, petite woman would put them so they would be within easy reach, and there they were." Regina thinking I was pretty sent a shiver down my spine. I flipped up the top of the pizza box. "Well, pick your poison," I offered and snatched a large wedge of the salami and sausage for myself. Regina opted for the garbage supreme. I reeled off half a dozen of the paper towels and handed them to her, and we both got zapped by static electricity when our fingers touched. "That was unexpected!" I yelped. "Not on my end it wasn't," Regina said with a huge grin. "Happens to me all the time. Must be super charged, or something." She looked around room. "You and your husband have a very nice home, Faith. Warm, cozy, friendly. I live in a converted garage. Basically, one room with a partitioned bathroom. Kitchen is one of those small bar refrigerators, a double hotplate and a microwave. Don't have a husband, ether. No steady boyfriend to speak of. Couple of guys I see on and off sometimes. Neither of them knows about the other one." Regina was prattling, making small talk about nothing in particular, and I got the distinct impression she would rather have been idly admiring something other the room's furnishings. Like petite Moi. "Why don't we take this stuff in the computer room and you can start showing me some of those shortcuts nice Mr. Saul isn't suppose to let me know about." We were both aware of what was going to happen here, and it wasn't just Regina showing me some illegal shortcuts, so I had an ulterior motive for moving the party back there. "Interesting choice of sites," Regina commented when she saw what was on the screen. It was the homepage for one of the sites Cal had bookmarked for us; a lesbian porn site. "You ah… you come here often?" "First time, " I answered. "Accessed it about five minutes before you arrived. You ever visit it?" "Yes." Regina set her slab of pizza aside and sat down at the keyboard. "But there are others that are a hell of lot juicier then this one. Besides, this is a pay site and if you go past it's homepage, it's going to cost you." She began typing in an address. "I know the backdoors to some of the hottest ones, and by slipping in their unlocked backdoors, we get in for free." I didn't bother telling her that, with the "customized" account Cal had setup for me, I had unrestricted access to virtually any porn site currently on the net. Regina was having too much fun showing me the illegal ropes. With a few more typed in codes, she had us in another site and this one was a lot hotter then one we had just left. There were no stars strategically placed on the women's bodies, no blurred body parts at this site. Hard-nippled titties were bared, wet pussy were shown with their pink lips laid back, women had their fingers, their tongues, their faces buried in steamy snatches, vibrators, dildos and realistic strapons were being feverishly worked in and out of drooling cunts and stretched assholes as Regina slowly clicked through various pages. Without looking away from the screen, Regina asked, "Any of this doing anything for you, Faith?" I lifted up my skirt, took her hand, placed it against my pantied pussy, and bowed my legs out. "That answer your silly question?" I asked as her fingers started to explore my crotch. If there had been any doubts about what was going to transpire between us, the wetness in the crotch of my panties put them all to rest. Regina removed her hand and brought her moistened fingers to her nose and sniffed. "Answer enough for me." She clicked through a couple more pages as I watched over her shoulder, then stopped and looked up at me. "You wanna watch a video of this, instead of looking at stills?" "In here?" "No, better then those jerky streaming vids. Way better, and not that staged and choreographed professional porn, either. The real thing." I took Regina's hand and brought it to my lips. "I think I'd like to watch the real thing," I said and licked my taste from her fingers. "With you." She led me back into the living room and retrieved the gym bag she'd left beside the couch. She pulled out a videotape, slipped it in the VCR, then drew the heavy drapes closed across the picture window. "You might wanna lock the front door, Faith. We don't want your husband barging in on us at an inopportune moment." I explained that Brian wouldn't be home tonight and probably not until way late the following afternoon. "Then, we have all night to just ourselves." I nodded and couldn't help noticing the smoldering coals in her eyes catch fire as she looked up at the ceiling. "Thank you, Sappho!" "The enchantress from the Isle of Lesbos," I remarked. "And a fickled, godless bitch she can be." Regina's smile was, if possible, even more welcoming then the one I was still giving her. She glanced at the couch, then the floor, then up at me questioningly. Faith Debased Ch. 4 "You lock the door just in case," answered as I dashed down the hall to the bedroom. I returned with the comforter and the two extra-long, over-stuffed pillows from our king-sized bed. "Floor's good enough for me," I said, tossing her the quilted comforter. "At least as a place to start out from." We got our "viewing area" arranged so everything would be conveniently at hand. The comforter was spread out between the big screen TV and the coffee table and the two pillows set end to end at the head of our makeshift bed. The pizza was set so all we had to do was reach over our heads for another piece. The white Zinfandel was replaced in the bucket of ice for the heartier Chianti and set behind Regina where she could reach it, so was her gym bag of goodies. All the lights were turned off, and with everything ready to go, we set our two barely touched glasses of wine between us as Regina and I laid down to watch some hot lesbian porn. Together. "Like I said, this isn't that professionally produced and packaged porn you get at adult video stores. The lighting isn't absolutely perfect in these, so you get shadows or too much light, but that's reality for you." 'These…? So there were other lesbian videos, besides the one presently in the VCR, in that intriguing little gym bag of hers.' I wondered what other naughty party favors she might have brought along with her… for the two of us to share. "And the women aren't all perfectly made up and they don't always move just right so you can see everything," Regina continued after a sip of wine, "and the persons taking this stuff tended to jerk now and then while they were filming. And there isn't any of that god awful porn music drowning out the voices. The sounds you'll hear are for real, every heated exchange, every sharply drawn breath, every ragged gasp, every hoarse moan, and every liquidy slap of a wet, juicy pussy…" "You ever considered doing promotional work for the porn industry?" I asked, mostly so Regina could draw a breath. "I mean, the buildup you're giving whatever we're about to see has me on pins and needles." "Sorry, Faith," she said with a sheepish grin, "I tend to ramble a bit when I get on a subject that excites me." I arched an eyebrow. "Do tell? Anything else close at hand exciting to you?" "More then you can possibly guess, Faith." Regina's eyes washed over me like they had done an unknown number of times earlier this afternoon. Her hot eyes made even hotter love to me, the way her sensuous body was going to do to mine sooner or later here. And the sooner, the better. "Anyway, these aren't porn actresses working from scripts and taking off camera directions you're going to see...." Regina tapped the play button on remote. "…these are real women doing one another for real." Regina had been right; this was no professional production. There was no title and no lead in music. A poorly lit, wide-angle shot of two naked women on a rumbled bed opened the show, a brassy redhead and a somewhat older dishwater blonde who had obviously been making out hot and heavy for a while before the filming had started. The redhead had the blonde's imperfect tit in her hand and was tweaking the engorged, nut-brown nipple between her thumb and forefinger. The drab blonde was urgently humping her unkempt pussy on the redhead's bent knee. The camera moved in closer and I could pick up the sounds they were both making, the rustling of the bedsheets as they twisted against each other, their throaty moans and ragged gasps, the heated exchange between the two of them. "Oh, Lucy, you… only you can do me like this. Do me, Lucy. Do me!" The redhead's hand released the blonde's tit, slid down her stomach and over the rise of her lower belly. She pulled her knee away from the woman's matted pussy and quickly shoved two fingers deep into her cunt. "Cum for me, Ethel." She started finger-fucking the woman frantically. "Show me how much you love me, baby. Gush your love all over my hand." The amateur action was hot, no doubt about that, but I burst out laughing. "A lost episode of 'I Love Lucy' I gasped between peels of laughter. It took a moment or two, but I gradually regained control of my self and nervously looked at Regina, afraid I had just offended the hell out of her. But, Regina was half reclining on her side, her head supported by her hand, grinning at me. "Hit me the same way, first time I saw it," she laughed. "Bet this is one lost episode no one other then Lucy, Vivian, and the lucky cameraperson ever got to see." I rolled onto my side so I was facing her. "You were so right, Regina, this definitely isn't adult video quality." I gave her a wink. "It's at least hundred times better." We turned our heads and watched the hot amateur lesbian action unfold. I squirmed around, trying to find a more comfortable position for my hip, in the process, intentionally closing the far-too-wide gap between Regina and I by a good foot. Regina did the same thing a few minutes later and we were close enough to one anther now that I could feel the heat coming off her. We both reached for our wineglasses at the same time. They clinked together and we looked into each other's eyes at the same instant. "You had enough of watching other women make love, Faith?" Regina asked in a throaty voice. "More then enough," I heatedly whispered back. Regina took our glasses and set them on the coffee table above our heads and I took the opportunity to get rid of the heavy turquoise necklace that was bound to get in the way if what I thought was going to happen next actually happened. Regina closed the scant inches that remained between us and knew my wish was about to be fulfilled. Her eyes held mine captive as her hand tenderly caressed my hair. She ran her fingers through it like a comb. Her hot pink fingernails lightly danced across my ear, my neck, my throat. Her exploring fingers finally came to rest just below my eye, and it felt so hot there, I was afraid it would leave brand of her hand on my cheek. She leaned down slowly, so excruciatingly slowly, until her full lips eventually touched mine. My mouth opened reflexively and I readily accepted her inquisitive tongue. I tried to kiss her back with as much heated ardor as she was kissing me, but I was on unfamiliar ground, not exactly sure how to go about making out with another woman. Regina lifted herself up on her elbow. Her brow furrowed so that her two lush eyebrows almost became one. "You've never don't this with another woman, have you, Faith?" No." Disappointment registered in Regina's eyes. "Are you sure you want to, Faith? Truly want to?" However, behind that disappointment, I also detected the same sort of light I had seen in my husband's eyes on our wedding night when he realized he was getting a virgin bride. "Yessss," I whispered. "God, yessss. More then anything, Regina. More then I thought I would. More then you can imagine." The fires in Regina's eyes dimmed slightly. "I don't want to come between whatever you and Mr. Saul have going." I blinked "And what makes you think there's anything going on between Cal and I? Anything sordid?" "There were clues," she answered. "Like your hair being mussed when you answered the door and the fact that you had misbuttoned your dress half way up. And then there were those ripped, wet panties you had left laying in the middle of the front room floor." Her fingers lovingly traced along the line of my jaw. "And then there was the way these gorgeous blue eyes of yours made hot love to him every time you looked at Cal." "For a Phone lady, you're one hell of a detective." I wrapped my hand around the one which had been so tenderly caressing my features. "And you're right, there is something going on between Cal and I, and it's about as sordid as it can get." I brought her finger to my lips and kissed them. "But it's nothing you have to worry about. Cal knows what's going to happen between us. In fact, he encouraged me to do this." I was Regina's turn to blink in disbelief. "You're kidding!" "Not a bit. Cal even set the stage for this to happen by having me get up on that chair, where the sunlight streaming in the window would show you I was naked under that dress." I kissed her palm. "Does it bother that I'm being… intimate with a black man?" Regina smiled. "Why should it, the two guys I see off and on are both black." She leaned down and kissed me, and this time I kissed her right back, and with seriously heating up ardor. "If you've gotta be with a guy, Faith, chocolate is by far the preferable flavor." "You'll get no argument from me," I replied against her soft, sweet lips. Regina's hand was on my breast and there was no way she couldn't tell that my long nipple was hard as a pencil eraser through the thin material of my blouse. Her forefinger and middle finger slid along each side of my engorged nipple and she squeezed it. My hands came between us and I took her ample breasts in them. They felt so different then my own, bigger, more womanly… so much better… so exciting. "Sit up," Regina said. I sat up and she lifted my blouse up my body and over my eagerly uplifted arms. With an excited "Mmmmmmmmm," her warm, wet mouth engulfed my entire tit. Her tongue began swirling round and round my throbbing nipple, then she sucked it softly, then hard, then softly again. She moved to my other tit and did the same with that nipple. I was urgently tugging at the turtleneck tucked into her skirt. I wanted at her bare tits in the worst way. I finally managed to get it off her and sat staring in wonder. Her tits were splendid, gorgeous, fantastic… the same dusky complexion as her face, the erect nipples a darker reddish brown and as thick as my thumb. I wanted to feel those heavy tits in my hands, I wanted to kiss the firm flesh of them with my lips. I wanted to suck her ripe nipples, feel them grow even harder in my hungry mouth. I clamped my mouth to one and sucked that hard, dark nipple with the same fervor I had first sucked Cal's huge black cock. I sucked it so hard, I was concerned that I might be hurting her, until she clasped her hand to the back of my head and groaned as she pushed her tit firmer against my face. We mauled and sucked at each other's tits for long, wondrous moments, then Regina rose up on her knees. I had no idea what was coming, but I intuitively followed her lead. Her eyes on mine, she undid the concho belt around my waist and laid it on the table, then she took the elastic top of my skirt in her hands and pulled it down to where my weak knees met the floor; leaving me kneeling in front of her pretty much in just my wet panties. She lightly raked her fingernails over the front of my cotton panties. "You really didn't need to get all dressed up for me. Faith." "I… I wish now I hadn't worn them." I could barely breath. "Take them off of me, Regina. Please?" She hooked her fingers in the waistband and very slowly skinned my panties down my legs. She lowered her eyes and smiled. "However, I do like the way your pussy is so nicely dressed in blonde fur." I breathed a sigh of relief. I had been so afraid that she be turned off at my unshaven pussy. I fumbled at the clasp of her tartan skirt, got it undone with trembling fingers, and let it go. The heavy wool skirt puddled around her knees and I lowered my eyes for my first intimate look at another woman's pussy. It was unshaven, just like mine, but the crinkly mat of dark black pussy hair covering her pronounced mound was much thicker. I felt Regina's hand ease between my legs as I reached for her luxurious pussy. She cupped my pussy and rubbed it gently and I did the same to hers. The feel of another woman's pussy in my hand was electric… it was wondrous… it was beyond belief. A finger insinuated itself between my puffy lips. My middle finger slid between the lips of her pussy. Her slit was so smooth and slick with her wetness. Regina's thumb went to work on my aching clit. I grew bolder and as my thumb pressed and worked her clit in return and inserted my middle finger up into her cunt. If I had thought her slit had been slippery, the warm clasping channel of her cunt was like sticking my finger into a velvet tube of melted butter. With her thumb still on my clit, she returned the favor then went me one better by quickly inserting another finger into my juice-running cunt. I reciprocated with another finger of my own into her cunt. Our eyes holding one another's, we began fingering each other, circling each other's clit with our thumbs while we thrust our fingers up into the other's cunt. Harder and harder… deeper and deeper… faster and faster. We knelt and finger-fucked each until I cried out and came with a hard shudder. Regina's lips found mine and she fingered me through the powerful climax, slowly bringing me back down to earth. I felt a tremor rip through her and she mouthed, "My turn, lover," against my lips. Her cunt muscles tighten incredibly hard around my fingers then her quaking body stiffened against mine as her cunt opened up and gushed hot cum. Our mouths attempted to devour each other's as Regina rode out her explosive orgasm. Our fingers never leaving the other's cunt, we topped over, our bodies writhed against each other. Three, maybe four inches taller then me, it was mostly in her legs, so our bodies fit together perfectly. Our fingers thrusting into wet, clasping cunts, we brought each other off again… almost at the same time. "I need to see you close up," Regina breathed and kissed my chin, then my throat, then down through the shallow valley of my small tits. "I need to smell you…" She swirled her tongue around then into my belly button. "I need to taste you." "Yesssssssss!!!!!!!" I hissed and threw my legs wide apart for her. Both of her hands slid under my ass and she lifted it off the floor. Her hot breath was like a blowtorch on my exposed pussy. She used her thumbs to part the swollen lips of my pussy and she dived right in. Her tongue sluiced up and down through my slick slit, it teased and laved my unhooded clit until I thought I was going to go stark raving mad. Then her devilish tongue drove right into the sopping wet hole of my cunt, directly into my aching core, and she tongue-fucked me to another climax. Then, without stopping, she drove me to another. And then right into another. In the dictionary, the word Bliss should have a picture of what my face must have looked like as unimaginable Regina expertly brought me back into reality again. Regina torturously kissed her way back up my body--slick with sexual sweat now--until her lips were once again making love to mine. I could taste myself on her mouth. I tasted good, but I wanted to experience another taste in my mouth, a taste I knew would be a hundred times better. I wanted to taste Regina. "My turn," I mouthed against her lips, "lover." With a wan smile, Regina rolled onto her back and laid her knees wide apart. I didn't waste time kissing my way down her body, I simply slid my wet mouth down it as I moved to kneel between her legs. There in front of me was another woman's pussy. Regina's dark-haired pussy. It was so beautiful, so alluring close up. I leaned in and inhaled her fragrance. The heady muskiness of hot, wet cunt flared my nostrils and that was all it took. My face was instantly in her pussy and I was kissing her arousal-swollen lips, then laving her impossibly long clit with the flat of my tongue, then teasing it with the tip, before taking it between my lips and sucking it like it was a small, slippery penis. I was out of my mind with unbridled lust as I thrust my entire tongue into her cunt and furiously tongue-fucked her to the best of my limited ability. She came hard. Actually, she gushed like she had done when we had finger-fucked each other. It was with such force and volume that I thought for a moment she was peeing. Regina recovered quickly and in a laughing, yet sincere voice, began teaching me a few finer points of pussy eating. "Use your tongue on my clit, Faith. Go slow and trace the alphabet around it." The alphabet? I tentatively traced a capitol A across her clit. "Now a B, Faith," she cooed. Emboldened, I traced the entire alphabet and had gotten to the letter G a second time around when Regina gushed again. This time I clamped my open mouth to her cunt and greedily swallowed her heavenly cunt-juice as fast as it was being spurted from her convulsing cunt into my voracious mouth. I kissed and licked her pussy until her violent tremors ceased then slid up her body and kissed her mouth. "Do you always cum like that?" "Not… always." Regina lapped at my cum-soaked face like a kitten lapping warm milk. "Are you sure you've never done this before?" "Never," I assured her with a soft laugh. "But, now that I've gotten a taste of pure ambrosia in my mouth, I'm definitely going to be wanting seconds, and thirds, and fourths, and so on, and so on, and…" Regina shushed me with a hard kiss. We necked, and we petted, and we fingered each other on the floor for a long time. It was fantastic, vastly different then Brian and I necking and petting on our honeymoon, and so much better… in so many amazing ways. Thinking of my husband and our wedding night, I untangled myself from her embrace, got up, and reached down for Regina's hand. "Come with me, lover. I want to make love with you in a big bed. In my bed." Regina's were became cautious as she took my hand. "But, the way I cum… with you… the way I tend to gush… surely Brian will know it's not from you?" "So, we'll just lay out a dozen or so big fluffy towels under us and change the sheets tomorrow before he gets home," I said as I led her down the hall. "I want you in my bed. I want to make love with you in my bed, and I won't take no for an answer." "Did you hear a no come out of my mouth?" she said as we crossed the threshold. We were beside the bed. She looked down at it, then at me. "Well, did you?" "No!" I happily cried and pulled her down onto the bed. Regina was on me in a flash and had me cumming against her face in no time. Luckily, I didn't gush like she tended to… not then. As a precaution, though, we pulled all of the big fluffy towels out of the linen closet and layered the bed with them before we went at it again. Over the next couple of hours Regina taught me so many things about proper pussy eating and cunt fingering. And I learned the meaning of sheer bliss as she ate and fingered me from one mind-blowing orgasm to another. I also learned, while in the death-throws of the most explosive climax I had ever experienced, that I, too, could spurt hot cunt juice. We cuddled after that, our foreheads touching, looking into each other's eyes. My hand was on her breast, the hard nipple pressing into my sweaty palm. Regina's leg was between mine, pressed up against my tingling pussy, getting wet from cunt juice still oozing from its liquid depths. As I lay there, absorbing her essence through my open pours, I mentally thanked Cal over and over for making this incredible experience possible. 'But, at what cost?' To be continued... Faith Debased Ch. 5 Author's note Ok, so the title of the last chapter was a bad play on the tightening of the screw, and this one's a tongue-twisted version of the plot thickens. So, sue me. * * * * * Chapter 5: The Thot Plickens The ringing of a phone startled me awake. I fumbled it off the hook before the third ring and gasped at the chuckled greeting, "How's it going, Slut?" I had assumed it would be Brian calling to say goodnight. I looked at the clock on the nightstand. It was hard to believe it was only a little after 10:00 PM. "Cal?" He asked who else called me that and I tittered girlishly, "Just you, my big black possessor." He inquired how Regina had been. I glanced over at her, lying naked on her stomach beside me, her face buried in the pillow. The flickering candlelight painted intriguing patterns of golden light and recessed shadows across her shoulders, down her back, over the rise of her great ass, and down the backs of her legs. "She's incredible, Cal. She's better then I ever could have imagined possible." I detected more then sexual curiosity in his voice when he asked if she was incredible, or she had been incredible. "She is," I answered, confirming his suspicion that she was still with me. I went on to explain why Regina was still here; that Brian was spending the night at the new house and wouldn't be home until late the next day. That's when my black possessor laid a bombshell on me by saying he would be there in an hour. "Cal, I don't know..." I quickly protested, "I mean, Regina might not like... she might not be receptive to..." I was cut off with the stern command to, 'Shut up! That it wasn't my place to be second-guessing anything... That he didn't give a damn what Regina liked, or didn't like... That he was coming over and that he was going to fuck the both of us while the other watched and waited her turn... That Regina better still be there when he arrived, and that she would either become eagerly receptive to taking all of his big black cock in her lezzie cunt and mouth, or she'd find herself ass-naked in the blackest part of town before midnight.' "Yes, Cal," I responded, helplessly acceding to his wishes. "Whatever you say, Cal." I was told to make sure the front and back doors were unlocked... That both of us should be naked and kneeling near one... That he would chose which door he would use when he got there, and that the lucky bitch behind that door better be prepared to greet him properly when he walked in. "Yes, Cal," I acquiesced, painfully swallowing the nervous lump in my throat. "You will always come first with me. You should know that by now." I was told that his "cumming" better always be foremost in my mind and then the phone went dead in my ear. I hung up and stared at the candlelight dancing on the ceiling. I would be here for Cal. In the short span of two afternoons, the three times we had been intimate totaled up couldn't have exceeded more then a hour, and yet we both knew I belonged to him; I was his cumslut now, to be used at his discretion. His cumming would always be paramount with me, above my own need for release. But, in my naive greed to experience it all, to explore another side of my emerging sexuality, I had inadvertently pulled another fly into my tangled web of black obsession. I wanted Regina to get up, get dressed, and get the hell out of here, some place she would be safe from Cal's irresistible clutches. Yet, I also knew I had to find a way of making her stay, of keeping her here for Cal to fuck. Of convincing my lesbian lover, Regina, that giving herself to Cal would be the best thing that ever happened to her. 'My God,' I silently cursed the ceiling. What had I gotten myself into? What was I becoming? By doing Cal's bidding in this matter, doing what I had no choice in doing, I was, in a very real sense, pimping for my black possessor. "Sounds like we got company coming," a sultry voice beside me said, and I rolled my head in Regina's direction. "Yes, we," she said with a smile. "After tonight, you don't think I would leave you to face Cal's wrath if I'm not here when he arrives, do you? I told you; the men I do date are black. I suck them off and I give them my pussy, and my ass, and I get off on it, too." She scooted closer and kissed my belly. "Just because I can't resist a hot, wet pussy doesn't mean I can't also enjoy the servicing of a good, hard cock once in awhile." She laid her cheek on the burning mark her lips had left on my stomach. "Long as it's big, and black." "That's Cal," I laughed. When she asked how soon we could expect him to arrive, I told her in about an hour. "More then enough time," she said with a wonton leer and ran her moist lips down across my stomach and unerringly right between my quickly thrown-wide-open legs. Hooking her arms around my ass, she parted the sticky lips of my pussy with her fingers and began flicking the tip of her tongue against my clit. God, her tongue working my inflamed pussy over was fantastic. No one before, or since, has ever eaten my pussy better then Regina, and that includes Cal, who's tongue work is beyond adequate description. I squirmed, and I tugged at her legs, lifting them up and over me until I was looking up at her pussy. Her lips were swollen with lust and gaped open, so I was staring right into the dark, inviting cavern of her slippery cunt. I grabbed her fantastic ass and pulled that succulent pussy down onto my insatiably hungry mouth. I started frantically tracing the alphabet on her clit with my tongue. Regina gasped and laughed, "Damn you!" into my pussy. "...E..." "...F..." "...G..." "...H..." "....IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!" By the letter K she was tonguing me with just as much urgency as I was working my tongue on her. We both "MMMMMMMMMMM"ed into each other's running cunts, and V W registered for both of us as being VERY WET as we simultaneously spurted in the other's happy face. We sucked and licked and kissed the delicious pussy we were feasting on as our explosive climaxes slowly subsided, then Regina slid her mouth up my body until her lips were possessing my own. I could taste myself on her devouring mouth; she could taste herself in the bottomless well of mine. We tasted so incredibly fucking good together it was mind-boggling. Abso- FUCKING -lutely mind-boggling! A short time later I lay with my head on Regina's stomach, idly running figure eight's in and out around her much larger tits with my fingernails. "Think we ought to get up and at least shower before Cal gets here?" I inquired dreamily. "Hummmm, uuummmm," she just as dreamily hummed back. "Cal wants two cumsluts to service him, that's just what he should get; two horny white sluts dripping with each other's cunt honey." And that was just what my demanding black possessor got when he came through the door about twenty minutes later. I was naked and on my knees inside the front door and Regina was waiting just as subserviently at the back door. Since that was the door Cal had chosen to enter through, Regina got the honors. I knee-walked to the kitchen so I could watch. Without being told, Regina undid his red jogging pants and pulled them down, held them while he stepped out of them, then took his half-hard cock in her hands and dutifully licked it until the plum-sized head and thickening shaft was slick with her saliva. Then, she took the head in her mouth and proceeded to suck, gradually taking more and more of his hard black cock in her mouth and down her throat, until her nose was buried in his crinkly black pubic hair. She pulled back until just the swollen head remained captured in her mouth and, with her eyes lifted up to his, she clasped her hands behind her back and with a skill I could only hope to match someday, she smoothly deep-throated his entire cock. "You've been here before, Slut," Cal said with detectable admiration in his voice as he unzipped the top of his Marine Corps jogging suit. The muscular definition of his upper body, his pronounced pecs and washboard abbs were enough to get me wet; almost as much as the sight of his gorgeous black cock as it reappeared from Regina's mouth, shimmering like a thick branch of dark ebony wet with jungle dew. Grabbing two fists-full of her luxurious raven hair, Cal pulled her mouth back down on his cock and started face-fucking her, and he wasn't being the least bit gentle about it. He fucked her mouth and throat with the same command he had fucked my cunt earlier in the day, repeatedly pulling his cock all the way out of her ovaled mouth then shoving it right back down her throat. For nearly ten minutes he used Regina's mouth like a cunt, then he stiffened and jammed her mouth all the way down to his constricting balls. "Swallow it, Slut!" he demanded and I enviously watched Regina's Adam's Apple bob up and down as she obediently swallowed his copious amount of slimy cum. "YEAH! That's it, swallow every bit of it, you FUCKING cumslut BITCH!" Regina stayed with Cal's cock until it had completely withered in her mouth, then held it by the base and licked it clean, never once taking her eyes off his. I saw her open her mouth then she got up and came over to where I was still kneeling. She pinched my cheeks together to get me to open my mouth, then said, "My thank you gift to you," and drooled Cal's cum she had been holding in her mouth down into mine. It was such a nasty, degenerate, slutty thing for her to do, and I came instantly. She helped me to my feet and we heatedly Frenched, swapping the mouth full of slimy cum back and forth, before dividing it between ourselves and swallowing it with our slippery mouths glued together. We both then looked at Cal for acceptance. "Damn!" he said with a shake of his head. "I think I made a big mistake hooking you two up. We're talking a BIG mistake. Major!" "You could always forbid us to see each other again," Regina said. "Wouldn't work, " Cal replied back with a half-ass smirk. "You two'd just find some way of sneaking behind my back. Better if I know what's going on right in front of my face." Right then and there, I don't think I had ever been any happier in my life. I would always be Cal's willing white slut, but now I also had his permission to keep my newly acquired lesbian lover. Life couldn't possibly have gotten any better. Not for me, anyway. Regina warmed up the uneaten pizza while I paid oral homage to Cal's cock on the kitchen floor. He didn't cum again, but I did. With the pizza and wine close at hand, we flopped naked on the floor and watched a movie, not Regina's lesbian porn, but a real movie; Diabolique, with Simone Signoret, if I recall correctly. Actually, Regina and I played with Cal's magnificent ebony cock and big black balls, sometimes together, and made out like lovesick schoolgirls above it while he watched the movie. By midnight, Cal finally couldn't take anymore, and with a thick finger stuffed deep in each of our sopping wet cunts from behind, he escorted us down the hall to the bedroom. He savagely fucked me doggie style, driving me into and right through a number of moaning, writhing orgasms, while I ate Regina to several thrashing, spurting cums, pumping another of his ungodly loads into my clasping, spasming cunt. I scooted up her body so Regina could suck his cum back out of me. I came again while she did this. Brian called while we were all three catching our collective breaths and I impulsively put him on the speakerphone so my "company" could hear, too. Cal and Regina were each sucking on one of my hard nipples and both were wickedly fingering my running cunt and aching clit as my husband and I said our kissy goodnights to one another. And, if you don't think keeping my voice somewhat close to normal wasn't a nearly impossible feat to successfully accomplish while two fantastic mouths and tongues and two irresistible probing fingers were combining to drive me right up the fucking wall, then you have no real concept of what an impossible feat truly is. I retrieved the wine from the front room, then watched Regina suck Cal's cock hard again before lowering her cunt down on it all the way to his big balls. And, with her completely impaled on that great ebony weapon, I licked both of them--Cal's cock and balls and Regina's swollen, unhooded clit--as she wildly rode his cock, while fucking myself with the big black dildo she had produced from her gym bag of lesbian goodies. Things got real drowsy after that and Cal fell asleep between Regina and I while idly fingering our satiated pussies. I awoke in the wee hours of the morning to the unmistakable slurping sounds of cock sucking. I rose up, and in the moonlight, I could see Regina sucking Cal's cock as he slept. Her eyes holding mine, she sucked and sucked and sucked, until Cal jerked violently, clamped his hands on her head, drove his cock up into her sucking mouth, and erupted. Regina swallowed it all then licked her lips while she held his slimy cock for me to lick clean. I did, then Regina and I kissed and with a wink, she rolled over and in a few minutes I could her softly snoring. And I masturbated myself back to sleep... Eventually. * * * * Around 10:00 in the morning Cal awoke with me adoringly stroking his hard black cock. "A hand job is not the way I expect to be woken up by a slut," he said gruffly. "And your man is also hungry." Regina was just coming out of the bathroom and looked at me questioningly. I smiled up at her nodded at the bedroom door. She could see to breakfast while took care of our more urgent obligation in here. She shrugged and asked, "How do you want your eggs, Cal?" as she headed for the door. "Three, over easy." His hand was on the back of my head and the steadily leaking head of his delicious cock was already inside my working mouth. "Bacon crisp, but not charcoal, and home fries, in butter with onions." I worked my mouth up and down his cock, drooling down the thick shaft, taking more and more of it with every downward suck until I had engulfed the entire mouthwatering morsel all the way to his bloated balls. I thought I was going to choke to death with all of it, for the first time, imbedded in my throat. But, I was so damned proud of myself I didn't care if I died right then and there, because I was already in slut heaven. "Very impressive, Slut," Cal said appreciatively, and with his fingers entwined in my hair, he fucked his throbbing cock with my mouth and throat for nearly 10 minutes before pulling me off it. "In the bathroom, Slut." I obediently followed him into the bathroom. He stood in front of the toilet, staring at me until I finally got the hint and lifted the seat for him. Still, he stood there, this time glaring at me. Then it hit me: he wanted me to hold his cock while he urinated. I had never done this for Brian. In fact, in the six years we had been married, I don't think I had seen my husband pee more then two of three times and it had never been intentional. But, I would do it for Cal. If that was what my black possessor wanted his white slut to do for him, then I would gladly hold his cock for him as he pissed. Standing alongside Cal, I took his pulsating cock in my hand. His morning erection was so hard that it took some force to point it down at the bowl. Then he relaxed his bladder and his stream of hot urine was so strong, it felt like I had a high-pressure hose in my hand. That was when I understood how a man might miss the target on occasion. Sitting on the pot, shooting from point-blank range is child's play, but trying to hit the mark from three feet above, with an uncontrollable fire hose, is another matter entirely. It was also fun and I experimentally played his hard stream around in the bowl until it finally dwindled to a few sporadic drips. "Shake it to clear the bore, Slut," he directed. "Unless you like the taste of piss in your mouth." I dutifully shook it like I had seen Brian do. "Also, whenever I'm around, the lid stays up. You and Regina can put it down if you must, but it always goes back up. Got it?" "Yes, Cal," I answered and I went down on my knees and took his cock in my mouth. Apparently, I hadn't done a good enough job of clearing the bore because my taste buds got their first exposure to piss; hot, and briny. But, I had no time to savor this new flavor because Cal grabbed my head, shoved his cock down my throat, and proceeded to face-fuck me with a growing sense of urgency. Five minutes and Cal was emptying his balls down his cock-sucking slut's alternately constricting and relaxing throat. And this grateful cock-sucking white slut was cumming a puddle on her bathroom floor as she voraciously swallowed all of his delicious sperm. Cal pulled his deflated cock out of my mouth and opened the shower door. "And I don't appreciate my toast being burnt," he instructed as he adjusted the water temperature to his liking. Regina was wearing an apron while she cooked, but that was all. She looked so good with her naked ass exposed; I just couldn't resist grabbing it. "Good morning, my sister cumslut," I said, kissing her on the back of the neck. She turned her head and kissed my sperm-glazed lips, and smiled. "And you're calling me a cumslut?" "And which of us was giving Cal a blowjob in his sleep?" I retorted. Regina licked her lips. "Guilty as charged." She turned over a couple pieces of bacon. "You want to start the toast, sister cumslut." Breakfast was just being put on the table when Cal came into the kitchen dress in only the bottom half of his jogging suit. Regina divested herself of the concealing apron and I set Brian's big mug down beside Cal's plate and Regina and joined him for breakfast. "Looks good," Cal said then looked up from his plate at the two of sitting at the table naked and smiled. "Yeah, looks real good. I could get real damned used to this in the mornings." We had breakfast, chatting back and forth about bits and pieces of nothing in particular, then Regina and I cleaned up the kitchen while Cal took his third mug of coffee and went and flopped down on the sofa. A football game was on the TV when I came into the living room. I had never been much of a sports fan, but Cal was definitely into the game and so was Regina. So, I plunked myself down on floor beside Regina and attempted to understand what was going on, besides a bunch of huge grown men running around and throwing each other on the ground. Once Cal explained the numbering system for the different positions to me--the quarterback, the linemen, the ends and the backs, with Regina providing color commentary on what each position's responsibility was on the team, I began to get a better handle on what was being attempted by each side. I even began to see a dance taking place, a certain ballet quality to what was going on as the intricate plays unfolded. At one point, I caught Cal--reclining like a proud black lion on the couch above his adoring white lionesses-- watching Regina with a raised eyebrow as she explained the nuances of a hitch and go to me, far better then the commentator on the TV was attempting to do for the audience. Halftime of the first game was far more entertaining to me personally as I intently studied Regina giving Cal a blowjob; marveling at how she so smoothly took his entire cock down her throat in one long effortless swallow. When Cal left us to take a piss, Regina and I compared salacious notes about what we thought of some of the gigantic black ballplayers. Cal was well over six-foot and a solid 200 lbs, but some of the players were even bigger and I speculated that they had to have gigantic black cocks. "And there you'd be sorely disappointed, Faith," Cal said, vaulting over the back of the couch and squirming around to get the cushions situated just right. "Guys with that much body mass tend to have less then adequate plumbing. Oh, there are exceptions, but, for the most part, ball players have little dicks, smaller then that white winnie I imagine Brian is so proud of." Faith Debased Ch. 5 "What a disappointment," Regina said with an exaggerated pout. "All that impressive beef..." She pulled Cal's sweatpants down in front and wrapped her hand around the base of his thick cock. "...and no big, fat yummy sausage to go with it." I wrapped my hand around the generous portion of Cal's cock protruding from her fist and heartily agreed. Halftime of the second game, I played center for Cal on the floor in front of the TV. Except that, instead of me hiking the ball to him back between my legs, he plunged his great cock into me from behind. The second half of that game was truly inspiring, seeing as how I got gloriously fucked for 29:30 of it. The winning team scored three points with a long field goal at the same time I scored a copious load of "my team leader's" hot cum. With conciliatory kisses for his two cumsluts, Cal left around 5:30 and Regina and I went and showered. We took a long time under the hot spray, touching and feeling each other. It felt so natural for me to be feeling her lush curves and deep, warm crevasses. And I was so comfortable being intimately felt up by Regina. By the time we dressed--the first time we had bothered putting anything on since undressing in the front room the previous evening, I was wondering why I had never succumbed to this erotic part of myself--which I had always denied existed. So much valuable time had been wasted by being spooked of my own deep-seated sexuality, so much sheer joy, I now knew, I had sorely missed out on. Regina broiled a steak while I put together a Chef's Salad and toasted some thinly sliced French bread. We had both been so attuned to the lesbian sex we had known was going to happen between us the night before, that we hadn't bothered to get to really know each other. So, sipping red wine over our diner, we chatted like newfound old friends, exploring one another's personalities, finding that we had more in common then just the irresistible lures of hot wet pussy and hard black cock. I discovered that Regina wasn't the tomboyish dyke she had presented in her androgynous Phone Company attire, that she preferred a softer, far more feminine look on her own time; that she was a voracious reader; that she liked old movies; that she wasn't into hip-hop gangsta rap, that she listened to classical music when she read; and that she actually enjoyed the ballet. These were all pleasant revelations, because I saw so much of myself in them. "There is one little thing I would like you to clear up for me," I inquired of her. "For someone who claims to be a confirmed lesbian, you sure seemed to get off on Cal's cock." "He does have a great cock," she replied with a wistful look in her dark eyes, "and, I do have to admit, servicing him like a wonton cumslut was a major turn on for me." "Then, you're not totally lesbian, you're bi-sexual." "True, but not entirely accurate, Faith." Regina picked up our plates and carried them to the sink. "I've never once put out for a white guy, only for black men, and there have been damned few of even them." She began loading the dishwasher. "Cal is now my fourth... no, my fifth black man. Almost forgot about that time in High School, underneath the bleachers with the center on our basketball team." She smiled. "Now there was a decided exception to Cal's 'athletes tend to have small dicks' pronouncement." "I take it he was ah... overly well-endowed?" Regina held her hands, impressively, over a foot apart. "And he came buckets full... all three times." The dishwasher loaded, Regina came back to the table and picked up her wine. "You know," I said, "last night and today were so enjoyable, I'm so comfortable with you, and I'm sure Cal enjoyed himself, I... I just wish it could go on like this forever." "It doesn't have to end when I leave tonight." Regina's eyes slid to her purse sitting on the table. "Can I smoke in your house, Faith? I'd kill for a cigarette right now." "Of course," I said, jumping up to get her an ashtray from the cupboard. I didn't smoke, Brian smoked those short cigars, but only at work, but we kept ashtrays around for guests. "I'm sorry," I said, handing one to her, "if you had said something last night, I'd have told you to go ahead and light up." "Didn't need one then." Regina lit the cigarette she had dug out of her pack. "Last night I was too into you and us, then Cal showed up and gave us both something far more pleasant to concentrate on, but now that we're both dressed and being more proper ladies..." She drew the smoke in deep, held for a long moment, then exhaled slowly. She leaned over and kissed me. "God, that's good." "Which," I asked with a smile, "the cigarette, or my lips?" "Both... with your lips edging out the cigarette by a whole bunch." "Yours, too," I assured her. "Now, what were you saying about this doesn't have to end tonight?" "I like you, Faith. I like you an awful lot; more then I should after just one night, and a day, of hot sex. And Cal very definitely pushes all of my male buttons." She rolled her eyes at the ceiling. "God, how he does push them. Anyway, I would love to join what the two of you have going... on a more permanent basis." "That..." No matter how much I might dearly want this, it wouldn't be up to me. "That would be something for Cal to decide." "As it should be," Regina conceded with a knowing nod. "But, there are two inflexible conditions I have that Cal would have to agree to. First, that I'm willing to be a part of this mostly because of you. Whenever he's around, naturally, his servicing will always come first, but he has to know up front that you are the main drawing card with me." She took another deep drag of her cigarette. "And second, I will only put out for him, or for black men of his choosing. No Hispanics, or Asians, or white guys, I don't care how well they're hung. Black men only." She stubbed out the butt of her cigarette. "I know that sounds racially one-sided of me, but I know my limitations and bumping uglies with men of any other race, other then black, exceed those self imposed limits." The only flaw I could see was that Cal might not appreciate Regina joining us mostly to be close to me. As for the rest, I couldn't see Cal even considering introducing any other then black men into our relationship. "I'll ask him, Regina." I placed my hand lovingly on top of hers. "I'll ask him for us." * * * * Regina was still at the house when Brian got home around ten; actually showing me some of those shortcuts she had promised to the day before. I introduced them and couldn't help noticing that Brian couldn't seem to keep his eyes off her. He was being almost blatant about it, in fact. And I couldn't blame him; knowing how good she looked underneath that tartan skirt and that painted-on turtleneck, I was having a hard time keeping my own eyes on the computer screen in front of me. Regina was pleasant and cordial to Brian, even friendly, but she didn't keep checking him out like he was doing to her. "Faith tells me you're seriously considering going independent," she said to him. "Good move, I think. Lot more freedom out from under a contractor's thumb." "I've been considering it for a while," he told her; a major move he hadn't revealed to me until just the day before. "Kindda depends on what I hear tomorrow from the owners of the new house I've been working on. They like what I've done, I figure it's a go." He turned to me. "Did Mr. Saul show you how to set up the programming I'll need?" "Program's all ready set up," Regina informed him. "Show him, Faith." I closed out what I was working on, right clicked the WL icon on the desktop, and up came, WhiteLite Finish Carpentry Inc. "I like it!" Brian exclaimed happily. "The name's absolutely perfect. I couldn't have come up with a better one, and I don't want a word of it changed." I had to seriously bite my tongue. Aside from White being our last name, WhiteLite was Cal's intentional dig concerning the inferiority of my husband's smaller white dick. "Mr. Saul set it up for you last night," Regina explained, giving us explainable coverage if anyone reported to Brian that they had seen a black man come to the house while he was away. I blew her a 'thanks for covering our slutty asses' kiss behind my husband's back. "All that's needed is to customize it to your liking and you're in business." Brian's forehead furrowed. "Will Mr. Saul have to come back to do that?" "I can do it for you, Brian," Regina offered. "Just get me a list of the materials you normally use and the pricing, leaving options open for any specialty items you might run up against, and what you intend to charge per hour. I'll build in separate folders for estimates and billing, and taxes, then I'll input everything in the right places, and you're pretty much customized." "There room for all that on this computer?" Regina chuckled. "With the system Mr. Saul has installed, I could set up a dozen customized programs, with every bell and whistle and blinking light imaginable, and they wouldn't even begin to tickle the capacity of this baby." She scooted her chair over next to me and punched some keys to bring up the boot log. "Hell, you've got 15 gigs of hard drive and over 360 megs of memory, alone... a kick-ass graphics/video card and a sound card that'll blow the windows out of your next door neighbors house if you really crank it up." "It's that hot, huh?" Regina nodded. " With what you've got here, your new line switched over from a dial up network to an ISDN, or even a VDSL, and you, or Faith, could multi-task till hell froze over and then melt it down into ice cubes." Brian looked at me. "Think you can handle something this hot, Babycakes?" I bit my tongue again, this time mostly because Regina kicked me in the ankle. "What Faith can't handle, I can, Brian." "You?" Regina smiled. "Faith and I have become bosom buds in the last two days; if you're agreeable, I'll stick with her until she learns how to handle the big job at hand... all on her own." I kicked her ankle under the desk, harder then she had kicked mine. "Say yes, Honey. There's just so much Regina has to teach me, and I'll never be able to handle it all without her help." My husband--unaware of the double entendres we had been passing over his head--gave the matter all due consideration... about thirty second's worth. "It's a go, ladies." Regina winked at me. "Sounds like I just got hired, bosom bud." She turned to Brian. "You start compiling your material list and I'll come by tomorrow night when I get off work and we can get started customizing your program." She sat back in her chair. "Oh, I'd suggest you get a laptop." "Whatever for, when we've got a kick-ass computer right here?" "That way you can input billing, or make structural changes, right from the job site." "Right," I added. "Be easier for Regina, or I, to have the day all totaled up when you get home at night." "Good thinking, Regina," Brian said. "You, too, Babycakes." He bent over the both of us and the panicked look in Regina's eyes registered, 'God, he's going to kiss me.' He didn't; he kissed me. And it was nothing like being kissed by my far more commanding black possessor. Or even close to one of Regina's playful kisses, for that matter. While Brian saw Regina to the door, I quickly made certain my hidden 5 gigs was locked down tight, then checked to see if the porn sites saved in my Favorites had somehow spilled over onto the computer's Favorite listing. I spotted nothing suspicious; meaning that my happy husband would remain an unsuspecting cuckold... to a huge-cocked, commanding black man and a hot-pussied, black-only bi lesbian. "Regina seems very nice," Brian said, coming back into the room. "And you two sure seem to have hit it off." "Regina's great," I replied. I couldn't even begin to tell my husband how unbelievably fantastic she truly was. There was simply no way he'd ever understand, let alone believe, that another woman had done more for me sexually in a night and a day then he (A MAN!) had been able to do in six years of marriage. "Well, good. It's about time you found a close girlfriend to kick around with." He leaned on the back of the chair and looked at the WhiteLite folder I had pulled back up. "And I think Regina's going to be a real asset where this is concerned." He kissed the top of my head. "At least until you learn how to handle the big jobs, Babycakes." He had no idea how true his words were, only Regina wasn't his asset; she was all mine. She and I had become close in more salacious ways then he could possibly imagine, but there would be no girlfriend kicking around for us. There'd be a lot of wet pussy licking, that was for goddamned sure, but no more kicking. My ankle still hurt from the last time. "Hungry?" I asked. "Nah, grabbed a burger and fries on the way home." He straightened up and stretched. "Think I'll take and shower, then we can hit the bed... catch up on what we've both been missing out on the last couple of nights." What my husband had been missing out on, not me. "Go ahead, Honey, I'll button this up and be impatiently waiting for you on the bed." "In that case," he said on his way out the door, "I'll hurry with my shower." While my husband was in the shower, I dashed off a quick email to Cal, presenting Regina's lewd proposal to join us, and her stipulations for doing so. I shut the computer down and was waiting naked on the bed when Brian came out of the bathroom with a tented towel around his hips... A mere pup tent compared to the circus tent Cal would have been presenting me with. We kissed and necked a bit then I slid down and took his dick in my mouth. There was no way my smaller-dicked husband could last anywhere near as long as Cal could, but I was still unprepared when he stiffened and thrust his cock all the way into my mouth and came. I stayed with it, though, sucking like a tentative newbie until I was sure his small balls were drained, then scrambled off the bed and dashed into the bathroom, where I swallowed his ungenerous load of cum as I turned on the water. I had wanted him to shoot off in my mouth. I had wanted his cum. I had just wanted a hell of a lot more of it then I got. Less then a teaspoon, less then a third of what Cal's bigger balls would have given me. I had become an insatiable receptacle for my black possessor's huge loads of cum and was damned proud to be his ever-receptive cumslut. "I'm sorry, Babycakes," Brian began apologizing when I came back. "I..." "It's okay, Honey," I said as I climbed back on the bed. "Accidents happen, and besides, I guess I'm just horny enough, I didn't mind you doing it. I..." I faked a blush. "I even got a little tingle in my pussy when you ejaculated." "You serious?" His mouth agape with disbelief, my husband was beaming like a little boy who had gotten his fondest wish for Christmas. He was also, incredibly, still hard. I got up on my hands and knees and shamelessly presented him my sassy ass. And made him an offer I knew he wouldn't refuse. "Why don't you put that hard thing in my pussy and find out just how wet it made me." Brian was up and inside me in no time, and having cum once, he lasted a lot longer this time; no where near as long as Cal would have lasted even the first time, but long enough for me to cum twice. I just had to keep my cunt muscles clamped tight around his pistoning cock in order to get that same feeling of fullness I had come to enjoy from Cal's far-superior black cock plundering the depths of my hungry slut cunt unreachable by my husband's little white dick. Brian was done in after that and was soon snoring some serious limbs off trees in his deep sleep. I, however, was wide-awake and hornier then before I had cum. Slipping out of bed, I retrieved Regina's dildo from under the bed and went in the other room. I booted up the computer, accessed my private hard drive and went into my interracial playground. With the much thicker and longer black dildo humming away inside my horny white-slut cunt, I played for over three hours, bringing myself off at least a dozen times while enviously watching white sluts service big black cocks. It was something new that had come over me...ever since Cal had first used his big black cock on me; I was suddenly multi-orgasmic... almost in the extreme. Somewhat satiated, I checked my private email. There was one and I smiled at Cal's terse, five word response to my earlier email to him: Lewd proposal accepted... in full. Elated, I shut down and went back into the bedroom, and slipped the still wet dildo between the mattress and box spring on my side of the bed. I crawled under the covers and fell asleep, hoping Regina would arrive early enough tomorrow night for us to get in at least one wet sixty-nine before Brian got home, and wondering just how fucking long it would be before I could once again be filled to overflowing with Cal's superior black cock and far more generous loads of womb-scalding cum. To be continued... Faith Debased Ch. 6 Author's Comments I was recently called to task for a faux pas I made in chapter 4 concerning a woman's specific anatomy when I described Faith enviously watching Regina's Adam's Apple bob as she swallowed the majority of Cal's hot load. Now, being able to run my hand down my own throat, I am well aware of the fact that a woman does not possess this particular knot of masculine gristle in her throat. However, as I attempted to argue back to my precise-minded detractor, the vast majority of the audience, not only at ES, but almost any erotic site, is predominately male. And, since I do my best to write to the majority of my audience, the mental picture of an Adam's Apple bobbing up and down, I felt, would be a more recognizable image for the male mind, in an overheated state of bliss, to grasp than that of a woman's graceful throat working as she swallows. I was also called on a grammatical error, one my spell check, nor I, caught. I went back and proof read the chapter for probably the tenth time, and, sure enough, I had used wonton (not once, but twice) in place of wanton; a sort of Chinese matzo soup versus a licentious adjective. Hummm…..? That does have some decidedly licentious culinary possibilities. Anyway, let me apologize for my gross anatomical and grammatical errors, and I promise to do my very best to be more precise in my writings from here on out. * * * * * * Chapter 6 The Bindings that Tie Life, for the most part, settled into its pre-interracial cumslut wife ways around the house for rest of the week. Brian went off to work every morning and I cleaned and straighten up the house to my exacting standards, then went online and came alive within the far more stimulating world of my interracial playland. I visited and masturbated until roughly an hour before my husband was due home, then locked up my private hard drive and got dinner started. Regina came by after work Monday night, Tuesday night, and Wednesday night to assist Brian in customizing his work program. Arriving early enough all three nights "Thank God!" for us to indulge in a heated 69 or a frenzied mutual finger fucking and get cleaned up before Brian bounded though the front door. Thursday evening, Brian got home before Regina arrived (much to the distress of horny Regina, and even hornier me) with a brand new laptop. After we three had diner, Regina helped him get set up, installed the programming necessary to execute his on site access, then showed him how to access the home computer from the field via his cell phone. While Brian remained in what he now referred to as "his office", happily playing with his new toy, I walked Regina out to her pickup. And, in the inky darkness of a cloudy, moonless night, with my hand shoved down inside her unbuttoned jeans, her hand underneath my housedress, we feverishly fingered each other to quick, and excruciatingly unsatisfying, climaxes as we heatedly kissed goodnight. There were two things that week which were even more excruciating to me personally than the unsatisfying orgasms Regina and I'd had to be content with Thursday night. One was suffering in bed with my husband. It wasn't so much "making love" with Brian, there was still the love feeling between us, it was more to do with the fact that my husband's small white dick did less for me in five consecutive nights of "fooling around" then just one hour of being demandingly used by Cal's superior black cock. Even more torturous was that I never once heard from Cal the entire week, not even an email. By Friday morning, I was beside myself with displaced anguish and accelerated horniness. No sooner had I kissed my husband goodbye at the door and watched Brian back out of the driveway, then I was in the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed, punching Cal's work number into the speakerphone. "Oh, Cal," I gushed to his cheerful, "Good morning, Slut." The sound of his voice alone had me instantly wet. "I'm so glad I caught you in, I… Some cool jazz as playing in the background as he gruffly demanded, "What you want, Slut?" in clipped street talk. "You, Cal. I… I need you so... When are you…? When can I see you again?" "You want me, or you need my big black cock filling you up?" "Both," I choked hoarsely. "I need both so badly right now. I'm going out of my mind, Cal." "What are you wearing, Slut?" "My robe, slippers, panties." "Take 'em off." "Cal! I could be standing in the middle of the living room." "I didn't ask where you were, Slut, I told you to get naked." I quickly undid the sash of my robe and tossed it on the floor as I stood and skinned off my panties. "I'm naked for you now, Cal," I told him, lying down on the bed. "Get some fingers in that nasty cunt and fuck yourself, Slut." I thrust two fingers deep into my juice-running cunt. "I'm doing it for you, Cal," I informed him as I masturbated. "I'm fucking myself just like you want." In and out… and in and out… and in and out. "Feels sooo good, Cal." My fingers drilled my aching cunt with insane wills of their own. "But it's… it's not like being with you my… my wondrous black stud." "Either shove the phone up against your pussy," Cal instructed over the pleading in my voice, "or stand over the nightstand, Slut. I want to hear the sounds of your fingers working that nasty cunt." I had to be able to hear him; his deep, rich voice was my audio ticket to bliss. So, instead of standing over the nightstand, I put the speakerphone itself phone on the bed and straddled it. I lowered myself down until my drenched pussy was less then an inch above the speaker. "There, can you hear what I'm doing for you, Cal?" My cunt juice was literally drooling down onto the phone. "Can you hear my fingers plunging in and out my sloppy slut cunt?" The lewd sloshing was loud in my own ears. Cal surely had to be able to hear it. He snickered. "Sounds like you slapping you hand in a bowl of unset Jell-O." I listened to myself masturbating. That's exactly what it sounded like. "You becomin' one hell of a juicy slut for me, ain't you, Slut?" "God, yesssssss," I hissed. I began working my fingers faster, deeper, harder into to my steadily flowing cunt. "Your slut, Cal. I'm your cumslut… I'll always be your slut… your nasty… your nasty white…" "Cum, Slut!" he barked and I came in a hot, liquidy rush. "Don't stop! Keep fucking that sloppy cunt. You call and interrupt me at work, you gonna fuck yourself till I've heard enough. You hear me, Slut?" "Yess… esssss, Cal." I was driving myself right into another orgasm for him. The thought flitted through my mind to get Regina's dildo from under the mattress, but I didn't dare stop long enough to lean over and retrieve it. Cal would hear that I was no longer masturbating for him over the phone and I couldn't have that. "Ohhhhhhh, Godddddddddd!" I was shaking so hard as I climaxed again that I nearly toppled over. Over the roaring inside my head I heard faint, indistinct voices coming through the speaker between my legs. Someone had come into the shop. "Don't you dare stop, Slut," Cal told me. "I got to see to a customer." Like the degenerate slut I was for Cal, I helplessly continued to vigorously masturbate while my absent listener saw to business. I made myself cum three more times and was on the verge of spurting my hot cunt juice all over the speakerphone once again when Cal's voice--assailing me from between my trembling, cum-streak legs like a dark malevolent specter--sharply demanded, "Cum, Slut!" I cried out and obediently came on command, my scalding cum spewing from my convulsing cunt like an open fire hydrant. The speakerphone between my quaking legs--now slimy with my copious cunt-juice--went silent with dead air. That "FUCKING BLACK ASSHOLE!" had hung up. That was when I realized that my black possessor, Cal Saul, owned me. Because, if he had called right back and told me to masturbate over the phone for him for the rest of the day, I'd have done it without any hesitation. * * * * Regina pulled in right behind Brian that evening and he dragged her by the hand into the house. "Get dressed, Babycakes," he shouted. "Fancy dress, pantyhose, heels, the works. We're going out to celebrate. Gonna paint this town red, drinks, diner, more drinks…" "Whatever are you babbling about?" I asked. Brian grinned like an organ grinder's monkey. "I'll tell you over dinner." He turned to Regina, who was looking nervously out of place. "That means you, too, assistant. You're as much a part of what's happened as I am. As much as Babycakes is." Neither I, nor Regina could pull anymore from him, and while I hurried off to the bedroom to get all dolled up, Regina left to do her own makeover. Rather then return to the house, Regina met us at the restaurant and all eyes in the place…men and women's alike…followed her as she gracefully swayed across the crowed room to our table. In a throat to ankle Mandarin sheath of red and black brocade silk--fitting her lush figure like a second skin and slit up the side nearly to her naked hipbone--and three inch black suede heels, her raven hair a lustrous cascade over her squared shoulders, Regina had transformed herself from the vaguely dyke Phone lady she presented at work into a ravishing vixen. God, I wanted to take her in my arms, kiss her passionately and then announce to the crowded room that this was my alluring vixen, my ravishing, raven-haired, Greek goddess, and that none of them could ever have her. Only me. But, I managed to hold the insane urge in check. But just barely. Only after we all were holding drinks in our hands--champagne cocktail for Regina, white wine for me and a whiskey sour for my mysterious husband--would Brian finally let us in on what the hell was going on. "A toast," he said, triumphantly lifting his glass. "To WhiteLite, long may it prosper." Brian tossed back half his glass in a grandiose salute. Regina and I more sedately sipped our drinks. "Okay, King of the Mountain," I said, setting down my fluted glass, "how about spilling the beans to us minions." Brian tossed down the rest of his drink and signaled a nearby waitress for refills all around. "The owners came by today. They liked what I've done. The wife couldn't stop 'Oooooooing' and 'Ahhhhhhing' all over the place. The guy, he had had no earthly idea what he was looking at, but he kept nodding and agreeing. Anyway, they were so impressed, they've given me the job of overseeing the completion of their mountain retreat." The drinks arrived and Brian downed half of his and told her to bring another round. "I'll have the last word, the only word, on what's done and how it's to be done. In two words, I'll be 'The Man' on site." This would be Brian's big break. And he had every right to celebrate. The house he had been working on was in the modest seven-figure range and he had told me that the place these people were building in the mountains was worth twice as much. If everything went smooth, like clockwork, was finished on time, with no, or at least minimal, cost over runs, WhiteLite Finish Carpentry Inc. would be set, on its way. It would be an established firm with impeccable references. I was happy for him. I truly was. I laid my hand on top of my husband's, picked up my glass, and reached over and tapped it against Regina's. "To WhiteLite," I toasted, and did my best to ignore the playful kick in the ankle I got under the table from my smirking, ravishing lesbian goddess. We had more drinks, a sumptuous diner, and then more drinks while Brian filled us in on the details. The sprawling, three-story "retreat", built from massive, hand-hewn logs, was close to three quarters finished, but the present foreman's "unforeseen" cost over runs were getting seriously out of hand. It would be Brian's job to get things back under control. And, finish on time. Accomplish this minor double miracle, and WhiteLite Finish Carpentry Inc. would get recommendations up the wazzoo. There was only one catch; Brian would have to be on site at the crack of dawn and not leave there until he had triple checked every little thing that had been done that day. It would mean a three and a half hour drive from our house to the site every morning, then another three and a half hours back home at night, on top of a ten to twelve hour day in between, leaving roughly five hours in which to do any updating of the company files and get some sleep. Then, get up and do it all over the following day. Six days a week, probably seven. There was only one sensible solution: buy a camper trailer that could double as the construction office, and live on site until the job was finished. "What do you say, Babycakes? Be like a second honeymoon. A honeymoon up in the mountains, just you and me there at night. There's a secluded lake up there… we could go skinny dippin' in the moonlight... fool around under the stars… no worries about someone catching us making love in the outdoors like a couple of insatiable minks?" The romance of the idea was an alluring hook, and, if the exotic scenario had consisted off me with Cal and Regina, I would have jumped on it in a flash… even with its serious drawbacks. Like, swimming bare-ass naked in a frigid lake, shivering uncontrollably while trying to suck and fuck like ravenous wild animals underneath a cold autumn moon. On top of having to live in the cramped quarters a camper trailer would provide, while my conscientious husband oversaw every minute detail in the completion of his benefactor's palatial retreat, there would be no TV up there; I wouldn't be able to come alive in my private playland--Brian's laptop was not programmed to access my hidden hard drive, and for a month to six weeks, maybe even longer, I would be deprived of my demanding black possessor's wondrous, far superior, cock. Cal would be deprived of his obedient cumslut's servicing. Regina might--though highly doubtful--find some other lucky slut to share her abundant lesbian affections with… "Think I'll pass, Honey," I condescendingly informed him. "Pleasant as you make it all sound, I think I'll stay behind this trip. Maybe I'll knit you nice sweater for Christmas while you're gone." This was a crock of pure feminine bullshit. Back then I came off as being the "happy homemaker", but I hated knitting, and crocheting, and needlepoint. I still do. "But," Brian protested, "that means you'll be home all alone, all day and all night, I won't even be able to make it home weekends, and I don't like leaving you alone like that for so long." Oh, I wouldn't be alone; I would have plenty of company while my husband was out of town. I'd have plenty of big, hard, black cock and lots of hot wet pussy to revel with wild abandon in while my dear sweet husband was miles and miles and hours out of the way. "I might have a partial solution to the problem," Regina offered. "The place I'm living now, the landlord wants to almost double the rent next month, for a converted garage, no less. I could tell him to stick it in his greedy ass and move into the spare bedroom, least until the job's finished.' She flashed me a knowing smile. "Then, Faith wouldn't be alone at night." Regina might have looked like a ravishing goddess, but underneath that sultry exterior lurked the soul of a true alleycat; quick to pounce on an opportunity--a golden-haired opportunity in this case; quick to capitalize on an opponent's weakness without mercy. God, how I loved her lasciviously devious feline soul. Over his twelfth or fourteenth whiskey sour, Brian mulled the partial solution over in his mind. "If you're really set on not going, Babycakes," he said, his speech slightly slurred, "then, I guess Regina's offer is the best we can do." "Oh, yes," I agreed, doing my very best to keep the excitement out of my voice. Regina and I had both slipped our heels off and were playing foot tag under the table. "Regina's kind offer is the very best I can do." Brian wanted to go clubbing after diner, but from the numerous drinks he had consumed over that celebration feast, he was really in no shape go anywhere but straight home and into bed, let alone drive home. Regina promptly took his keys and drove us home. We hadn't gotten more than three blocks from the restaurant and my inebriated, celebratory husband was already snoring on my shoulder. Regina helped me get him into the house, down the hall, and flopped on the bed. We struggled, but managed to get him undressed and the bed turned down. Looking down at him, lying there sprawled out, utterly dead to the world and snoring loudly, Regina pulled the waistband of his briefs out and smirked. "It's got to get bigger when he gets excited." "Not much," I tittered and took her hand. "Let's leave little WhiteLite to sleep off his celebration and see what we can come up with for a suitable nightcap. Something hot and wet sounds Oooooh so delicious right now." "Got it hot and ready for you, Faith," she told me as I closed the bedroom door. "Been brewing ever since we started playing footsie at the restaurant." "My pussy started percolating the instant I saw you enter the restaurant." I turned and melded my body to Regina's. "God, you're sexy." "And you're the most delectable piece of ass I've ever known." She pushed me up against the wall and kissed me hard, severely and demanding, forcing her tongue into my mouth, repeatedly thrusting it to the back of my throat time and time again, her sensuous body grinding against my own. God, she was getting me hot, ten, twenty times hotter then I already was for her. Regina grabbed my hand and yanked me across the hall. She spun me onto the bed in the guestroom then closed and locked the door behind her. She turned and leered at me. "Get undressed." I blinked up at her. "Aren't you…? Aren't we going to…?" "I said get undressed," There was detectable arousal in her voice, but it was also firm and controlled. She leaned back against the door. "And do it slow, give me a sexy striptease." This was kinky and I started to slide off the bed to comply with her salacious wishes. "No, stay on the bed," she instructed, "do your enticing striptease for me on your knees." I rose to my knees and with saucy smile on my moistened lips, I began moving to the burlesque stripper music playing inside my head. I slowly unzipped the side of my dress then shrugged it off my shoulders. I teasingly worked my slip up and over my head and off my arms. I held it coquettishly gathered in front of me, moving it aside and then pulling back to give my kinky audience a quick peek at my brassier. I coyly toyed with the straps of my bra, then slid my hands around to the back and undid the two hooks from their eyes, wishing I had been wearing something far sexier than my bland, white, housewife brassier for Regina's entertainment. I held the cups against my small breasts, winked at her, then flung the needless bra away. I cupped my tits and arched my back to invitingly present them to her. I tweak my nipples between my thumbs and fingers. They were already hard, but they became even harder under her steady gaze, aching with heated arousal for the intimate caress of her lush lips and the warmth of her sucking mouth. I brought my slip back up and hid my tits from her. Then, never allowing Regina to get a real good look, I ran the slip up and down the front of me, suggestively caressing my naked tits and engorged nipples with the slippery silk, then shoved it and my dress down onto the bed around my knees. I hooked my thumbs into the waistbands of my pantyhose and panties and slowly--very stripper like, eased them down over my rotating hips. Down to just where my pubic hair would begin to show, then back up a little. Back down a bit more next time, then up a little, until at last my panties were a wad of cloth above my knees and my bared pussy was on unobstructed display. I shoved the useless cloth the rest of the way down, lifted one knee at a time to get my twisted panties and pantyhose all the way off, then scooted them and my dress and slip off the bed. Faith Debased Ch. 6 I spread my knees wide apart and my eyes never leaving Regina, a come hither look in my eyes and suggestively licking my lips, I did the best bump and grind I could manage. I rolled my hips for her; I thrust them at her. I fell back on my outstretched hands and wantonly undulated my pelvis, lewdly fucking the air with my wet pussy. I straightened up and noticed that Regina was unzipping her sheath down the back. She held it in front of her for an excruciatingly long moment, then let it go. The silk slithered down her body and lay at feet like a red puddle. Clad in only a blood-red garterbelt--absolutely, the perfect frame for her thick brunette pussy, smoky nylons, and her black stiletto heels she was, without a doubt, the sexiest feline I had ever seen. "Do yourself for me, Slut," she purred. "Get some fingers busy on that hairy pussy and show me how my nasty slut wants her cunt to fucked. Show me just how bad you want me." Until that moment, no one except Cal had ever called me a slut. Hearing it sensuously purred from Regina's mouth set my blood boiling. I crammed two fingers into my drooling cunt, then a third and shamelessly masturbated for her, unabashedly showing her how I fucked my nasty slut cunt. I made myself cum for her, spewing my cunt juice down onto the guest bed…like I had done to the speakerphone while having phone sex with Cal that morning, proving conclusively to Regina just how desperately I wanted her. Regina walked over to the bed and entwined her fingers in my hair. "You are a nasty slut, aren't you?" She turned my face up to hers. "Tell me what you are, Slut." "I'm a slut," I whimpered. "I'm a… I'm an obedient cumslut for Cal, and I'm a shameless, nasty lesbian slut for you." "Yes, you are. And you've done such a convincing job of proving it, that I'm going to fuck you." From behind her back, Regina produced her dildo, which she must have slipped out from under the mattress while we had been getting my unconscious husband tucked in. She brought it to her nose and sniffed. "Someone's been using this big, bad, black boy lately." She put it against her parted lips and slid the entire ten inches into her mouth and down her throat. She pulled it back out and licked the shimmering surface. "Tastes like a certain nasty, shameless, obedient cumslut I know." Regina was driving me crazy acting like this; she could see it my eyes. She twisted her fingers in my hair. 'Well, my shameless slut likes having my dildo fucking in and out of her nasty cunt…" She brought the dildo down to my pussy, coated the bulbous head in my free-flowing juices, then pressed it against the inflamed entrance to my soupy cunt. "…then that's just what she should get; a real good fucking." The stern, unmerciful tone in Regina's voice told me what was about to happen; she was going to use me like the slut I was. Regina was going to rape her shameless slut with a big black dildo. I came hard and wet before the head was even partially inside me. I came at least seven more times with Regina relentlessly pounding that big black cock into me, fucking me, using me like a debased slut. Writhing, bucking, thrashing under her unceasing cuntal assault, a pillow crammed against my face to keep from being heard down the hall, I cried out in release after explosive release as she exquisitely raped me with her demanding black dildo. Eventually, Regina took pity on me and yanked the dildo from my cunt. She brought to my gaping mouth. "Make love to it, Slut." I kissed it. I lewdly laved it with my tongue. I slutishly licked my own cum from it. I wantonly ran my drooling mouth along its slick, thickly veined surface. She pressed it against my pursed lips. "Suck it!" I opened my mouth and she pushed the dildo to the back of my throat. I sucked it like I sucked Cal's cock, ravenously, taking more and more of it into my throat until all but an inch or two remained outside my severely ovaled lips. "Take it all," Regina coaxed, "and I'll let you eat my pussy, let you slither your slutty tongue into my juicy cunt, let you tongue-fuck me, and then I'll allow you to swallow all my hot honey when you make me cum." I lurched my head up off the pillow and swallowed the remaining inches. The dildo was pulled from my mouth. Regina was on the bed, and then her knees were straddling my head. Her humid pussy was poised right above my face. She grabbed my hair in both hands and forced my watering mouth into her juicy cunt. "Eat me, Slut!" I rapturously ate her pussy. I kissed and sucked the swollen lips with total abandon. I twirled my tongue around and around her enlarged clit. I sucked her throbbing clit like a small pulsating cock, then fanatically tongue-fucked the juicy depths of her fantastic cunt as she frantically rode my face. Regina stiffened above me. "Ohhhhh, God, Faith," she cried hoarsely, "I'm going to… going to… to…" She came hard. Her hot cum, her succulent cunt honey, gushed from the bottomless well of her spasming cunt to bathe my face and overflow my mouth. I clamped my mouth to her pussy and swallowed all of her cunt juice I could, all that she would give me, and still I wanted more. "What the hell got into you tonight?" I asked as Regina and we lay entangled in each other's arms and legs a long time later. Not that I was complaining about the dominant treatment I had received at her hands. I had sensed, even in the sternness of her voice, that I wasn't going to be hurt and had succumbed to being a slut for her of my own volition. "All of your slutty tongue, that's for sure" she replied with a wan smile and kissed me. "You know something, Faith, for someone who never ate pussy until a week ago, you've become quite an accomplished cunning-linguist." "I had a great teacher." I kissed her nose, her eyes, her lips. "And the most tasty subject matter imaginable." Unlike being with my husband, Regina wasn't ready to zonk right out the way Brian usually was. Quite the opposite, we engaged in what, I suppose, would be considered mock post-coital sharing of ourselves. We cuddled and we kissed. We made out. We necked. We chuckled softly and cooed back and forth. We touched each other with shared intimacy, but not intimately. It's hard to explain, but, although it was indeed stimulating… beyond belief, it wasn't intended to further arouse, but to temper the burning desire we had for each another. It was heavenly. Nuzzling the hollow of her throat, I once again inquired what had gotten into her tonight. "You," she mewed against my hair. Aggravated, I jabbed my thumbnail into her rib just beneath her tit. "You did." Regina grabbed my hand and rolled back so she could look at me. "I honestly mean that, Faith. Since Saturday night, you've gotten inside me, deep inside me, deeper than anyone else ever has. You make me crazy, you know that? You make me want to dominate you; you make me want to submit totally to you. Yes, I was the aggressor here tonight, you little witch, but I'm not so sure I wasn't the one being used." I wasn't sure myself which of us had been used, and which of us had been the user. But, it wasn't something I wished to dwell on. Regina's ripe lips, her firm tits, and the lush damp foliage between her tawny legs were far more compelling prospects to contemplate. "I don't know how I'm going to take the nights when you're down the hall with Brian," Regina said. "Being able to hear you two making love is going to be…" She grabbed my face and kissed me hard. "…it's going to be sheer torture, my little vixen." "I'll do my best to keep it down," I promised with an impish grin. "I don't want my best girl being tortured… not beyond her limits, anyway." We cuddled and cooed and made love twice more before I slipped back into my bedroom just before sunrise. It simply wouldn't do for my husband to catch his wife in bed with the new border. Not before she was officially moved in and had become an integral part of the family. * * * * With a queen-size bed, twin nightstands, a mirrored dresser, an easy chair and end table with a reading lamp already in the guest bedroom, moving Regina in took only a trip and a half between her pickup and Brian's "Butch". "Now that cheapskate landlord will have a reason to double the rent," Regina commented, sneering at the bargain barn used furniture she was leaving behind. "He can now claim it's a furnished studio apartment." Her clothes, microwave, TV, stereo, 2 boxes of household items and some food, and her computer and desk were all brought back to the house in one trip, then Regina and I returned to "clean up". And we did tidy up… after fucking each other silly with the impressive strapon from the one box she hadn't let Brian take on the first trip. And I learned why men tended to sweat when the action got hot and heavy; fucking is a lot more work than being fucked. And it can be a lot more fun, too… once you get the hang of wielding the weapon of pleasure obscenely jutting out from between your legs. Saturday night I know was torture for Regina. Even though I did my best to keep it quiet, Brian seemed go out of his way to be vocal, and loudly vocal about what we were doing, knowing Regina could hear him. I wanted to rip his dick off and carry it down the hall to her as a trophy of my justifiable retribution for his insensitive cruelty. Sunday was a boon for Brian; he at last had someone around the house to watch football with, someone who clearly knew what the hell she was talking about. It was also a real shocker to my husband when I joined them and matter-of-factly commented that a defender should never have let a receiver get inside of him, that he should have forced the guy to the sideline and kept him pinned there. Brian never even got a chance to debate the obvious issue, because the TV commentator… an ex coach of some renown, I'm sure… said exactly the same thing not five seconds later. I never heard one word from Cal that weekend. There wasn't even a short note in my private email when I checked it while Brian was in the shower. It was as if that arrogant, black, marvelously cocked son of a bitch had cut me loose to sink or swim all on my own. God, how I hated him. God, how much more I want to be used by him… over and over and over… * * * * It was late Sunday night, closer to being Monday morning, actually. Brian was sleeping like a log, but I was wide-awake, horny, but not any hornier than what had become "normal" for me over the last few of weeks. I was more restless, at loose ends, than anything. I slipped out of bed and silently closed the bedroom behind me. Directly across the hall was the computer and my salacious playland. Ten steps down the hall slept Regina… in the nude. Mental stimulation, or flesh and blood reality? I had my choice. I chose neither. I went into the kitchen and put a large mug of water in the microwave. I stirred in some French Vanilla mocha, then laced it with brandy. On the way out of the kitchen, I spotted Regina's pack of cigarettes and lighter sitting on the table. I had tried smoking in High School and hadn't taken to it. But, that had been then, this was now. 'Why the fuck not', I told myself. 'Smoking was supposed to relax you, right'? I brought the cigarettes into the front room with me, sat on the couch with my legs folded under me, and lit up. And damned near coughed up a lung with the first drag. "Sissy," I scolded myself when I could at last take a breath. By the time I finished that first cigarette, I wasn't coughing near as much and lit another. I was indeed beginning to relax. That, or I was getting light headed. It didn't matter which; it was time to do some thinking. In the dark room, I took a couple of sips of my brandy-laced mocha, a deep drag off my third cigarette, and set my mind adrift. Like a ball bearing in a pinball machine, my thoughts bounced from one troubling question to bump up against a similar notion. It would sideswipe one problem only to ricochet off a riddle then careen into an even more puzzling knot of contention. It would recoil from a valid point, then boomerang back and collide head on with a pertinent issue. Then, utterly frustrated, my fractured thoughts would streak for the safety of the dark hole of oblivion, only to be slapped back into play by my stubbornness to understand what was going on in my life. One conclusion I did reach was that I was less concerned with what I had already done, than I was anxious about where my life was surly headed. And it wasn't just what life might hold in store for me that I had to contend with; there were at least three other players in my perplexing quandary. I loved my husband, less in the sexual sense then I once had, but there were still undeniable feelings there for Brian. And, I was madly infatuated with a sultry lesbian named Regina. And, I knew in my heart that I would always belong to Cal; hopelessly, helplessly, unequivocally, and obediently. There was no one I could talk to about any of this. My husband had no idea of what was going on right under his nose. He would be shocked and hurt to discover that his meek and petite wife was actually a debased cumslut for a big-cocked black man and an insatiable slut for hot wet pussy. He'd most likely be outraged, too. What could come of that was anyone's guess. He could yell and scream and holler, then forgive me, or he could throw my slutty white ass out on the streets where degenerate sluts belonged. Regina would tell me to chuck it all and run off with her. Not an altogether unpleasant option, all things considered. Cal…? Would Cal take me in if Brian kicked me out? Would he make me the white slut of his house? Hell, he could be married, for all I knew… though, I seriously doubted it. What if that arrogant black bastard only got off on slamming that huge, fantastic cock of his into married women who couldn't tie him up with threats of lawsuits for alienation of affection if they became pregnant? Respectable white women who wouldn't dare admit to the world that they had become the very same sort of willing, insatiable slut, helplessly addicted to a black man's far superior cock, that I had? What then? Then, I admitted to the unfathomable darkness, then I would simply have to pull myself together, go somewhere else, far away from all I now knew, and find another domineering, hugely-cocked black man to debase myself for. And, also, find a way of bringing Regina along with me. By the time I had made and consumed another brandy mocha and smoked half the pack of Regina's cigarettes, I was no closer to answering these, nor the multitude of other questions that sprang from those already troubling me. I went into the "office" and got online, pulled up my email and checked again. Still nothing from Cal. The pain in my heart hurt worse than the ache in my cunt. I was on a physical and psychological roller coaster, buffeted at will by savage twists and hairpin turns, filled with impossible highs and bottomless lows, and I truly didn't have much say in what happened, or didn't happen. I shut the computer down and slipped back into bed beside my husband. I lay there staring up at the blank ceiling. Cal would contact me. I knew he would. His superior black cock owned me. Cal Saul owned me and we both knew it. We would be together again and I would debase myself for him like the insatiable cumslut he expected me to be. The biggest, the most impossible to answer, the most agonizing question was: "When?" From the first interracial video I had avidly watched and masturbated to, my libido had undergone some serious reprogramming. The debased cumslut/ lesbian slut I had become as a direct result of becoming hooked on hot, wet, unimaginatively gratifying sex… I couldn't go back and correct what had so far happened and I was powerless to affect whatever lay ahead. I gave up trying to figure it all out, pulled the covers up around my neck, closed my weary eyes, and waited for somnambulistic detachment (sleep, in other words) to eventually overtake me. Fate would deal out the cards and I would simply let the chips fall where they may. Like a debased, enthusiastic, now totally committed cumslut really had a choice in anything that happened to her, anyway. The End Author's Closing Comments Ok, there you have it, readers. With these final words Faith Debased is drawn to a puzzling, unfulfilled close. Feedback will let me know if you've had enough, or whether there should be a sequel. Whatever your decision is regarding Faith's future, I do hope all of you have enjoyed reading this half as much as I've enjoyed writing it. In all truth, it's been at least as stimulating on this side of the keyboard as I've attempted to make it on your side of this libidinous equation. With an author's deepest affection for her readers; Jordon Lynn