18 comments/ 82525 views/ 16 favorites Lisa Has Longings Ch. 01 By: AuntAmanda Lisa was looking through the Craigslist's postings again. "Casual Encounters" had been secretly attracting her for the last few months- why this was, exactly, she wasn't quite sure. Lisa was 35, and happily married to a kind man- a good man. Though Bob was away on business frequently, he always was courtly to her when he was home. He was gentle, considerate, sweet... So why would Lisa be attracted to Casual Encounters postings offering to get her raped? It seemed to her that men were offering services to women that amounted to violent mistreatment! Not only that, but women were placing ads looking for gang-bangs- weren't they afraid of getting hurt? Lisa found all this mysterious- but secretly, she understood. This was because of how she had spent her earlier years. Her father had left her mother and Lisa back when she was just 16. Soon after her father was gone, Lisa was relocated to an aunt's house, only returning to live with her mother in her last year of high school- soon after her 18th birthday. Lisa soon learned that her mother was a very sexual woman- more sexual than Lisa remembered her from when her mom had still been married to her dad. Her mother now lived in an apartment, and Lisa's new bedroom adjoined her mother's through a shared bathroom. The curious- and sexually inexperienced- Lisa was able to watch and hear her mother as she satisfied herself with the men who visited her. Lisa soon learned that her mother chose men who liked to make love roughly. The first time she had heard the noises through the wall, Lisa had been startled. Were they having a fight? The bathroom door at her Mom's room was seldom shut very tightly. It was simple for Lisa, if she was quiet, to sneak over and observe. For an inexperienced eighteen year old who had never imagined her mother this way, it was a little shocking at first. Time and time again, Lisa saw her mother, Elsa, take a fat cock into her mouth. The man's erect thing would force her mouth open, slide deep into her face, and stay deep until it was practically choking her. Elsa's gagging sounds were what had first attracted Lisa's curiosity. The look of pleasure on the man's face as his cock slid deeper and deeper down Elsa's throat was easy for her to understand- after a while. What took a bit more time for Lisa was to see that her mother liked it as much as her lover did. Elsa liked the challenge, liked to attempt to breathe around the black hard-ons (most of Elsa's lovers were black) of her 'friends' while they fucked her face. But what took Lisa even longer to comprehend was that her Mom loved the feeling of being sexually used, loved being forced to take cock in her mouth, which only made her want to take that cock into her pussy. And if her man wanted to force his fat, shiny penis into Elsa's asshole, she wanted that, too. Lisa soon became Elsa's confidante as she went from lover to lover. Elsa had always encouraged Lisa to be frank and open about whatever she was interested in. She knew that her daughter listened and occasionally watched when her fuckers (so she called them to herself) came to visit. She tried to explain to her daughter why she liked to be used so roughly, but she didn't quite understand it herself. Elsa just knew that she liked seeing a jet-black cock swell and grow, liked to touch it and feel it get firmer and harder... and she was turned on by doing whatever the owner of that cock wanted her to do. Elsa's favorite thing, she explained to wide-eyed Lisa, was to feel owned, used by her black lover, and, in the end, to be the one who received his white, hot cum into her asshole or all over her face... As Lisa became more used to her new life, Elsa's 'friends' started to become more intriguing to her. After a few months, she confided to Elsa that black men 'interested' her. Taking the time a good mother should give to her daughter, Elsa explored with her what she meant exactly. When Lisa told her mother that she wanted to watch a black man's penis grow and swell, Elsa had arranged that for her. Then she wanted to hold one, and her mother made sure that she got to do that too. Even though Lisa liked black men with BIG penises, she herself was petite. The only thing about her that wasn't tiny was her breasts. Her tits had grown rather plump, and her nipples stuck out, often clearly visible even through a brassiere. The first time Lisa jerked a big black cock off onto her erect nipples, her mother made some good money from it. And Elsa also got off on her daughter bringing the John to orgasm, and the sound of the Negro's semen splatting onto her daughter's flesh- and then there were the juicy sluicing noises as Lisa spread the cum all over herself with her little white hands... It was only a matter of time before daughter Lisa had wanted to go the next step. When it finally came out that Lisa wanted her mother to pimp her—but only to black men- her mother was not too surprised. Like mother, like daughter, she thought. Elsa had made sure her daughter's wish came true repeatedly- and Elsa got off on it just as much as the men did. She got off on training Lisa to look up into her fucker's eyes as he orgasmed, to not look away or flinch if he was cumming on her face. And Elsa got charged up seeing those big cocks somehow fitting into Lisa's little holes. Lisa always told her mother that she really enjoyed the way those cocks made her feel- and the men certainly were willing to pay for the privilege- so what was the harm in it? It was a simple arrangement, good for everyone concerned. But time passed. In the way that daughters do, Lisa grew up making the inner commitment to be different from her slutty mother. In good time she moved out, went to university in another state, earned her college degrees, married well, eventually making herself into a classy woman who socialized with the best people. Bob was proud to be seen with her. Lisa was willowy and fair. She had inherited her mother's good looks and naturally blonde hair. She learned that a few layers of material inside her bra cup could keep the big nipples of her sumptuously shaped teats from being too obvious when they got hard. She looked good in tennis whites as well as a black cocktail dress and heels. And Lisa's university education had given her an almost patrician sensibility, which she employed to impress. None of her friends had ever met Elsa, who had died before even Bob had had a chance to know her well. Bob, Lisa knew, would have been shocked by those posts on the internet. If he had known of the sexual openness of Lisa's earlier relationship with her mother, he would have been very surprised. If he had been told that his wife had spent her high school years as a whore and her mother as Lisa's pimp, he would have never allowed himself to accept it. Unbeknownst to himself, Bob was racist. The idea (if he had ever imagined it) of a thick, wet, black penis slowly sliding up his beautiful wife's tight cunt or a negro's cock convulsing onto her upturned teenage face would have made him feel sick. In bed, Lisa was compliant with Bob and tried to please him, but there was something missing in their sexual rapport. Bob assumed that his wife wanted to be treated like a lady. Lisa, for her part, had no way to share her deeper needs. She had suppressed them, hiding them even from herself. Hadn't her mother simply been a slut? Lisa was better than that, she told herself. Yes, Lisa had put all that behind her. But on weeks like this one, when Bob was overseas, it was a little more difficult for Lisa to maintain her sense of self-control. As the afternoon drifted into evening, the time came when she would have expected her husband home. She might have had some food on the table for him... but with Bob away, her obligations were few. And so she clicked on yet another sex ad. Her computer screen filled with a photo of a man holding his erection towards the camera. Lisa scrolled down, and the next picture showed that penis in mid-ejaculation. The timing of the photograph was lucky indeed- a thick rope of white cum was shooting from the cock-tip into the darkened room. The sight of it sent a jolt to Lisa's clit. With a guilty sigh, she leaned back and slid open the desk drawer where she kept Jimmy. Lisa's secret life had been getting a little out of hand as late. On Bob's last trip, Lisa had purchased Jimmy from an online sex-store, had him overnighted to her at home. Now, weeks later, Lisa felt the draw again- the draw to use Jimmy. As she lifted the black dildo out of the drawer, she reminded herself that there was nothing wrong with taking care of her little needs... Still, her hands shook and her heart was pounding as she covered the thing with lube. Without taking her eyes from the screen where that big black cock was still and forever in mid-cum, Lisa leaned back in her office chair. She spread her knees apart. Jimmy had that wonderful soft-on-the-outside, firm-under-the-surface feeling that felt so realistic to Lisa. She held the glans to her clit through her thin panties. She applied pressure, released, pushed again, released again. Her panties were getting wetter, and there was a sopping sound as her genitals responded to that familiar feeling. After a minute of this, she pulled her panty-crotch to one side and slid the head of Jimmy up and down, up and down her labia. Lisa slid off her panties completely. She worked the first few inches of the dildo into her snatch with her right hand as she spread open her lips with the other. Now she was working Jimmy in and out, getting wetter as she frigged her clitty. Lisa, getting nearer to her first orgasm, was looking for that extra bit of stimulation to really send her into orbit. Suddenly she remembered the interracial fuck video she had downloaded the month before. As she fumbled for the mouse with her left hand, she continued to fuck her distended pussy with her right. The video was starting- the photo of the shooting prick was replaced with a movie. A woman was bent over, her head against the floor. Lisa watched intently as the woman was penetrated in the ass- first by fingers, then by a thick, shiny negro cock. The man was going in and out forcefully. Through her gag, the woman was moaning... When the phone rang in the middle of all this, Lisa considered not answering. But instead of ignoring it (What if Bob was calling? What time was it, anyway, in Europe?), she muted the speakers on the computer. Onscreen, the fuck session continued in silence. With her damp left hand, Lisa uncradled the phone. Her right hand held the dildo steady and still, deep in her cunt. Any sexy sluicing noise, Lisa knew, might be heard by whoever was on the other end. Lisa steadied her voice for the phone. "He—hello?" Lisa Has Longings Ch. 02 Thank you for all your ideas and encouragement. As you might have guessed, Lisa will not be doing the honorable thing in this installment. Actually, I took a hint from BbwCupcake for where we are going next... * "Hello. I'm calling for Mrs Robert Bellows. Is this Mrs Bellows?" The voice at the other end of the phone sounded familiar to Lisa, but she knew she hadn't heard it in a long time. It was deep and resonant and very male... Lisa decided to stall for a moment. "May I ask who is calling?" On the computer screen, the woman was getting hot cum shot all over her upturned face. "Or should I ask for Miss Lisa Anderson?" said the voice. Just then, Lisa's pussy responded. It squeezed the dildo, and Lisa had to hold it still. Her cunt knew that voice even before Lisa's mind did. It was Jimmy. Lisa had a reason for nicknaming her dildo with that name. Back when she and Elsa were deep in the game, Jimmy (she never knew his last name) was one of the repeat clients she really looked forward to seeing. "Ji—Jimmy?" "Is this little Lisa? I've been missing you, babe. You all married and everything now?" "Oh- I guess—" Lisa eased the dildo out, pushed it back in. The sluicing sound was starting again. "Yes, I guess I am, Jimmy. How did you find me here?" "Oh, I poked around. Figured out where you went to school, all that stuff. You weren't too hard to find." Lisa was enjoying just the sound of his deep voice. She was sliding the dildo in and out as she listened to it. "Oh—nice of you to call....Jimmy." "Nice to hear your voice again, girl. I bet you're just as pretty as you ever were. I think about you all the time, Little Lisa..." At the sound of her old pet name, Lisa remembered how many times she had fucked him, how many ways she had had to please him. If he kept talking to her now, in the state she was already in... Lisa was getting close to orgasm when Jimmy's voice came over the line again. "Hey, Lisa- you there?" "Yeah—yes, I'm here, Jimmy." She had almost called him 'Sir", but managed to catch herself just in time. "Sorry- how can I help?" Lisa was already tempted to slip into the language of submission- the private rapport they had had in the old days. "Well, darling- I'm in town for a few days. You like to get together? We could talk over old times, say hello..." It was a transparent ruse, and Jimmy knew that any woman would understand his intent... "Sure, Jimmy- that could be fun." It was almost dinner time anyway, so they made a plan to get together in just half an hour. In a lapse of judgment, Lisa gave him her home address. As she hung up the phone and checked the time. Lisa was still unsure what 'talking over old times' might entail. In the shower, she checked her pussy. On the spur of the moment, she shaved off what little pubic hair she had there. She took care to do a good job, shaving twice. As she stepped out of the shower stall to dry herself off, she felt her pubic mound with the palm of her hand. Yes, it was smooth- no trace of stubble. Lisa wondered what she would wear. She decided on something silky and pink. She pulled up the little thong panties and felt them cradle her pussy lips... The dress she chose fitted her waist and ass closely. She was applying a little makeup and deep red lipstick when she heard the doorbell. Was it seven already? Where might they go for dinner that no one knew her? Lisa's heart was pounding as she approached the front door. As she reached out to open it, Lisa wondered if she was really about to re-enter a world she thought she had left behind. Then she looked into those eyes she had not looked into for some 14 years. Jimmy. "Hey- is this my Little Lisa? Aren't you beautiful!" As he gave her a hug, Lisa smelled Jimmy's scent again. She knew she was a goner. Yes, Jimmy was fourteen years older now- but he still had the same eyes, the same smell. The same vibe. She was already wondering how long it might be before she could spread her legs for him. The living room looked expensive- the furniture and rugs cream colored. As Jimmy took a seat, Lisa went to get him a drink. She was turned away from him at the bar, but she felt his eyes on her body. The heels she had chosen matched the color of her dress perfectly, raised her up and made her ass and legs tense invitingly. Even before she had made him his drink, Lisa was already getting wet. "I'm so happy you could drop by, Jimmy." Lisa handed him his drink and seated herself opposite him, her long legs demurely crossed. "What brings you here?" "Jimmy, Jimmy.... it's funny, Little Lisa, to hear you call me by my name." He looked at her as he took a sip. "I remember how you used to address me, when I'd come to visit." He smiled at her. "You do remember, don't you, Little Lisa?" Lisa closed her eyes for a moment. Once she started down that road, she would not be likely to turn back. Then something inside her made a fateful decision. Lisa opened her eyes again. She made eye contact with Jimmy. He was smiling at her, as if he knew what she would do next. "Yes, I do remember. Sir...". Lisa then very volitionally lowered her eyes to a point on the floor midway between them, as she had always done before. "Is there anything you'd like to talk about, Sir?" "That's much better, dear. Yes, I'd love to catch up on things a bit." Jimmy raised his eyes, looked around at the ottoman, the grand piano... "Nice place you have here. Where's Mister Robert Bellows, may I ask?" Lisa kept her eyes down. She knew she had to answer, but made him wait a few seconds as she tasted the words she was about to say, held them on her tongue. "Lisa?" "Mister Bellows- Mister Robert Bellows is in Europe, Sir. Belgium, Sir, to be specific." "Hmmmm. Some kinda fancy job, I guess?" Jimmy looked around the room again. "Is that what paid for all this- stuff?" "Yes, Sir. Some kind of fancy job." Lisa's heart was pounding again. "I'm here when my husband's away..." "You settled down with some white cracker, like a good girl?" Jimmy sat up, looked at her. "A—a white cracker, Sir. Yes, Sir. I've settled down, been a good girl..." Lisa blushed. At this moment, the Good Girl was thinking about cock. Specifically, she was thinking about black cock. She stole a glance at Jimmy's crotch. It was pushed down his right pantleg, where he always used to keep it. Even soft, it looked pretty big. "Well- would Missus Good Girl White Cracker like to come sit on the couch here next to 'ol Jimmy?" He patted the cushion next to him. Lisa took this as an order. "Yes, Sir." Lisa positioned herself next to him She smelled his scent again. As if in response, her nipples tightened up, pushing against the pink silk of her dress. The shiny material just accentuated the tips as they jutted out. "Now, tell me true, Little Lisa." Jimmy smiled. He knew there was something on her mind. "How you been?" "Well, Sir..." Lisa's hands were folded in her lap. "Are—are you inviting me to speak, Sir?" Jimmy smiled wider. "Yes, please. Tell Jimmy the first thing that comes to mind." "Well, Sir..." Lisa swallowed. "It's about my husband, Sir." "Mister Robert?" "Yes, Sir, my husband..." "Mister Little White Cracker?" Lisa smiled. "Yes, Sir." "Say it." "Mister Little White Cracker, Sir." "What about him, Lisa?" "Well, Sir- when he's away, I have needs. I have—I have thoughts." Lisa was close to tears. "Thoughts about what? Tell Jimmy...." He reached over, put his big right hand on Lisa's bare thigh. "I think of..." Lisa had to say it. "I think of- the games I used to play with you, the way I was with you, Sir." The tears were flowing now. "I think of you, from so long ago. But isn't that wrong, Sir?" Jimmy's hand felt very warm, slightly heavy. "I think, Little Lisa..." mused Jimmy "...that maybe Mister Cracker hasn't been a real man with you." The hand caressed a little higher. "Has 'ol Jimmy got that right?" In answer, Lisa reached out with her left hand. She rested it on Jimmy's thigh for a moment. It was petite and very clean against his work pants Then she shifted her little white hand a few inches higher, stroked her manicured fingertips along the length of his prick-lump. He grunted, and the cock swelled. "Yes, yes, Sir." She gave his cock a squeeze, felt it respond. "Mister Jimmy has that right, Sir." "Have you been faithful- a good girl?" Jimmy leaned back a bit, adjusted his knees apart, making more room for his erection to swell. Lisa stroked a little higher, adjusted her technique slightly. "Yes, Sir. I've been a good little girl..." Tenderly, Jimmy, reached out and stroked Lisa's tear-streaked face. "But I guess you still miss 'ol Jimmy..." He looked down at Lisa's hand on his cock. "And what about Mister Robert Bellows, Lisa?" Instead of answering right away, Lisa reached out with her other hand. Now both hands rested along the length of Jimmy's cock. "Mister Little White Cracker-" she smiled to herself "hasn't been a real man with me..." "Ain't that a shame? Doesn't he treat you like a lady likes to be treated?" She was squeezing and stroking Jimmy more firmly through his pant leg now. "No, Sir. I regret to say..." Jimmy's penis was getting bigger- as thick and long as she remembered it... "I regret to say..that he does not." "Guess he don't know Little Lisa like Jimmy does..." Jimmy felt tenderness and sympathy for his little girl, but he was simultaneously getting very turned on. Lisa was now scratching and pinching his cock through his pants, teasing him. He was getting a real need to fuck- and soon. Lisa's hands stopped stroking. Instead, she held him firmly through his pants, applying even pressure the entire length of Jimmy's tingling prick. "I appreciate you listening to my problems, Sir, but I feel that I haven't been a good hostess." Lisa removed her hands from his dick and sat up straight on the couch. "Would- would you like to stand up, Sir, so Little Lisa can greet you properly, Sir?" Jimmy was already rising. "Thought you'd never ask..." Standing in front of the couch, Jimmy's prick was jutting down his pantleg, pushing against the material. Lisa got on her knees, was stroking and squeezing it with one hand as she worked the zipper with the other. As she freed his cock, Lisa remembered the many times she had pleased herself with it. In a minute, his pants were in a pool on the floor. Jimmy stepped out of them, spread his feet a bit to make room if she wanted to stroke his balls. Lisa did. She stroked and lightly touched his big balls with the fingertips of one hand. With the other, she held the cock she had been dreaming of, teased and stroked it on the underside... After just a minute of this, Lisa took Jimmy's big hands and coaxed him into cradling the back of her head. "Little Lisa's very glad that you've come to visit, Sir..." Then she took his prick into her mouth. It was thick, just like she remembered from before. Lisa loved the feeling of having to open her mouth wide just to accommodate a cock. Jimmy held her head as she worked his prick deeper and deeper into her throat. Lisa liked to whore for a man who liked to really fuck her face. She always loved it when Jimmy would hold her face down on his cock until she couldn't breathe, then release her just in time. For Jimmy's part, he loved the way her soft palate stroked the head of his cock, the creaminess in the back of her throat. Lisa was already practically cumming from just this blow job. It had been so long since she had been treated like this- treated like a whore. Jimmy held her head, sometimes forcing his cock into her throat, then pausing and stroking her hair for a moment before challenging her again. Just then, Lisa realized that she was still wearing her dress- the pink lacy dress that Bobby had given her. She wondered, her mouth full of black cock, if stains would come out of the material easily... but then she realized that it hardly mattered. When Jimmy shot off, she wanted his cum all over her skin. Jimmy felt the change in her rhythm. She disengaged slowly. As his cock popped out of her mouth, all shiny, black, and fat, Lisa gave it another quick lick. "Just a moment, Sir..." Lisa backed away a foot or two, and stood up. As she undid the little buttons in the front of her dress, the two halves parted. She hadn't worn a bra. Her hard nipples scraped against the material as she opened the dress for her man. In a moment, she was naked except for her heels and the pink thong pulled up in between her ass-cheeks. Jimmy looked appreciatively at her body. "You look jus' like you did when you was nineteen, baby." Lisa stepped back in close. She cradled Jimmy's fat cock in both hands. "I've been taking care of myself for you, Sir..." Lisa dropped to her knees again. "Waiting for Mister Jimmy to return." She was looking up at him. "May we continue, Sir?" Lisa kept full eye contact with Jimmy as she fitted his fat cock to her face again. He watched her red, shiny lips gripping and sucking his glistening shaft as it slowly disappeared into her mouth and down her throat. Lisa wanted Jimmy's cum. At this point, it wouldn't take long to get it. He had always been good for at least two or three ejaculations per visit. Lisa trusted that this hadn't changed. She let him set his rhythm, enjoyed Jimmy's fat glans poking her throat, felt his hands on her head.... When his deep moans started, Lisa kept up the suction. She knew what was coming next. Jimmy's breathing quickened, his moans got a little hoarse...Then, at just the right moment, he forced his sensitized prick into the back of her throat and held it there. Lisa had expected this- knew he liked to cum this way. She had taken a deep breath. Now Lisa felt the fat negro prick convulsing, jerking... her mouth filled up with cock juice so fast that it came oozing and squirting out the sides of her mouth. Lisa was being used, and she was a willing participant in it. And as the prick shot and jerked into her face, Lisa was cumming as well- just from the thrill of being a whore for black cock again... After a few minutes, Jimmy's prick softened slightly, and Lisa eased it out until just the glans remained in her mouth, where she sucked and licked the little hole in the end. Jimmy looked down at her. Lisa was smiling. Her lips and chin were covered with his fresh cum, and a lot of it had dripped down onto her fat tits. "Thank you, Sir." She held the cock with both hands. "Little Lisa was very thirsty, Sir. Thank you, Sir...." To be continued... Lisa Has Longings Ch. 03 Welcome to part 3 of 'Lisa Has Longings'. I have thought over the suggestions I have received, and incorporated the ones I like best- that is, the ones that got me hot. Please, please note that this is all PRETEND. I don't advocate infidelity, unprotected sex, or (heaven forbid!) whoring for Big. Black. Cock. If this does not turn you on, look elsewhere! love, Aunt Amanda End of Part two: After a few minutes, Jimmy's prick softened slightly, and Lisa eased it out until just the glans remained in her mouth, where she sucked and licked the little hole in the end. Jimmy looked down at her. Lisa was smiling. Her lips and chin were covered with his fresh cum, and a lot of it had dripped down onto her fat tits. "Thank you, Sir." She disengaged, held the cock with both hands. "Little Lisa was very thirsty, Sir. Thank you, Sir...." Part Three It was a good thing that the phone had not rung a few minutes before. Lisa started and looked sideways at it when it rang now. She made no move to get it, staying on her knees on the plush white carpet. She was still licking Jimmy's cock when the machine picked up. "Hey Hon! Guess what? I'm at the airport! The meeting ended early and I managed to get a late flight out on standby. Wish you were there to come pick me up...you there?" At the sound of Bob's voice, Lisa seemed to cave in on herself. Now the light went out of her eyes as she heard the rest of the message. "OK- well I'm gonna grab a cab. It's about...9:00 now. Be home maybe 9:30. Hope you get in soon!" Lisa looked stricken. Still, she managed to rally somewhat. "I – I should at least clean you up, Sir..." She whispered as she licked and cleaned every bit of cum and saliva from Jimmy's balls and softening prick. Jimmy offered what reassurances and flatteries he could, but it was a mad rush to gather his stuff. After that, he had no choice but to leave. After he was gone, Lisa had little time to think about her throbbing, hungry pussy as she hurriedly went through the house and picked up any evidence of her indiscretions. She washed the glass that had held Jimmy's drink and carefully placed it on a separate shelf from all the others. To anyone else, it would look like little was amiss, but to Lisa, it was a sign that something had actually happened- that this had not been just some sort of dream. After she had fed her husband and listened at for what seemed forever to the story of his business triumphs and early closing of contract negotiations, there was an indifferent session of lovemaking. It was only later that night, as he snored next to her, that Lisa realized that she had never gotten Jimmy's phone number. Lisa spent the next four days on complete edge. She was distracted and couldn't get much done. She tried to stay near the phone- her land line. If she went out, she was constantly checking in with the home line to see if there were any new messages. She was hoping that Jimmy would leave a message while simultaneously in fear that he would-- and that Bob might pick it up. Every morning, Lisa spent an hour or so after her husband went to work playing with her clit and combing the Craigslist's posts for cheap thrills. She would frig herself while looking at ads from black men who offered to fuck any white woman. She kept the phone nearby the whole time, occasionally picking up the handset just to hear the dial tone and reassure herself that, should Jimmy want to call, that the line was free. As soon as Bob would get home, she would fuck him. It was a release of the incredible tension. Bob had no idea that his wife was imagining being a whore for Black Cock whenever she came- he just knew that he was getting it every night. They were finishing dinner in the kitchen Thursday night when the phone rang. Unfortunately, Lisa was sitting at the table at that moment, and Bob was at the sink. She didn't have a chance to answer first. "Bellows residence." Bob said. He listened, Lisa trying not to freak out. "Doctor who? No, I couldn't tell you. Let me put on my wife." "Hon- someone confirming a doctor appointment?" Lisa was trying not to jump up too fast. She took the phone. "Yes? This is Mrs. Bellows." "Mrs. Bellows?" Lisa heard a woman's voice. "This is Doctor James' office." Her heart skipped a beat. "Doctor-- James?" Lisa was not sure what this was about, but she had an idea, so she played along. "Yes. I've been waiting for your call." She tried to keep her voice modulated. Lisa's legs were shaking a little as she grabbed for a pencil. "Yes, 9:30 tomorrow is fine. Yes, I'll be there." She was writing. She was trying to compose herself as she sat back down at the table. "What's going on?" Bob was asking, but he didn't really care. "Oh, nothing. Just a checkup- you know—woman stuff..." She stood up behind him, rubbed his shoulders. "You feel all tense, darling..." Bob sighed. Within another 5 minutes, they were upstairs and he was getting his cock sucked again. Starting this week, his wife seemed to want him to hold her head- guide it up and down his hard-on. And no matter how deep he shoved it into her mouth, she had no complaint. Despite a bad night's sleep, Lisa was up early. From the moment her husband had gone, she had been preparing. She had showered again and re-shaven her pubic mound. Lisa had thought about what to wear to an 'appointment'. She had finally settled on office attire with a relatively tight skirt. Under it, she snugged up a white stringy thong that disappeared into her ass crack and only covered her pubis with the thinnest film of lace. Lisa also eased into a white pushup brassiere. It cupped her breasts, shoved her nipples up and forward, poking at the white silk blouse she wore over it. She applied the amount of makeup more appropriate for a nightclub than a weekday morning, then pulled on a pair of very high white heels and checked herself out in the bedroom mirror. Slut. Lisa tottered around the first floor, waiting for the right time to leave. By 9:00, she was peering around a curtain from an upstairs room, checking on the street, which was quiet. No one was about. Thank God. A little later, she pulled the Prius into a parking lot of what looked like a small office building. She checked the paper she held- it was the right address. The third floor had several suites. Number six had an envelope with her name on it, taped to the door. "Please let yourself in and wait in room two." the note said. "Be ready for your doctor when he arrives." Room two was rather large, as if it was really an unused office space. It had a couple of chairs and an examining table in one corner, near a floor-to-ceiling window overlooking a parking lot. A waist-high railing ran the length of the window. There were no curtains. Lisa knew what she was supposed to do. She and Jimmy had played this game before. A few minutes later, she was standing ready. Lisa heard a door open (the hallway?) then heard it close again and what might have been the sound of it being locked. She got into position. Lisa was wearing nothing but her heels, her push up bra, and the tiny lace thong. Her street clothes were on one of the chairs. Lisa knew she was not allowed to speak or turn to see who was entering the room. She faced the window all but naked, her hands clasped behind her head, her elbows back. She heard footsteps behind her. Lisa hoped to God she had not made a mistake and jumped to the wrong conclusion after last night's phone call. "Good morning- Mrs. B, is it?" Lisa almost jumped in shock. It was not Jimmy's voice. A strange man stepped around to where she could see him. He was wearing a white smock, carrying a clipboard. He was a good foot taller than Lisa. He was a very dark black. "Ye- yes." Inside, she was freaking. Her knees felt shaky. Where was Jimmy? Lisa tried to compose herself. "Good morning." Lisa still had her hands clasped behind her head. "Whe- where is Doctor James?" "Doctor James has asked ME to see you today..." From his pocket, the man produced a photo. He held it up to her face. It was a small picture of Jimmy. Then he turned it over for her to read the back. Little Lisa- Please be 'patient' for my friend. Do a good job and we'll speak soon. So was this some kind of test? Who was this guy? Clearly, Jimmy had sent him here to meet her, knew that this kind of adventure was exactly the kind of thing that made her wet. Fear Factor, they used to call it. Lisa caught a glimpse of this 'Doctor' as he put the photo away. Not too bad... tall, very dark. Perhaps Jimmy had chosen well. Lisa was already wondering how big this guy's cock might be, what it might feel like to be fucked by him... She decided to proceed. "If—if Doctor James would- if Doctor James recommends you..." The man brought the other chair around in front of her, took a seat in front of the window, facing his patient. "You can call me Doctor M, if you like." Lisa kept her eyes forward. "Yes, Doctor M." He seemed to have a slight accent, thought Lisa. Jamaican? "Doctor James has told me all about you, Mrs B." Oh, had he? Lisa was skeptical, but the next thing M said seemed to prove it. "Please step forward, Mrs. B, closer to the window." "Yes, Doctor M." Lisa took a step towards the window. Now, she was only a few feet back from it. The morning sun streamed in, warming her chest. Lisa felt excitingly exposed. Her nipples were erect, jutting out. Her hands behind her head only increased the effect. Her pussy slit was showing, covered only by the merest wisp of white lace. Anyone on the street would be able to see her if they only looked up. Being forced to expose herself like this was a big turn-on for her. Even more than the photo, it was proof that Jimmy had told M what to do. "And please, Mrs. B" he smiled "place your feet further apart." Lisa swallowed, "Yes, Doctor." and did as she was told. On the sidewalk below, people were walking by. "Very good, Mrs. B." The man made a note on his clipboard. "Are you ready for your examination?" Lisa took a deep breath. "Whatever you like, Doctor." The man rose and stepped behind her. She smelled his scent, could feel his breath on her shoulders as he came close. She felt the lightest touch of his hand as he ran his fingers up her inner thigh. Now he was using both hands to cup and lightly trace the shape of her ass, the small of her back... "You seem to be healthy, Mrs B." He breathed in her ear. His hands traced up her belly, stroked the undersides of her breasts. He pulled the bra cups down and away. His fingertips brushed across her nipples. In the bright sun, his black hands were a sharp contrast to her pale skin and white brassiere. Outside, no one had noticed what was going on above them- not yet... "Your nipples are very stiff, Mrs B." He said, tugging on them. He was behind her, his hands reaching around... He tugged a little harder now, twisted, and Lisa leaned forward suddenly. Her ass contacted something firm directly behind her. She was getting very warm. "Please, Mrs. B." said the man "Place your hands on the rail in front of you." Lisa had to take another step forward to reach the rail. She was shaking as she bent over. "Yes, Doctor." She rested her elbows on the rail, tried to relax her back. She was spreading her ass wide open, her tits dangling... The 'doctor's hands were all over her ass, his fingers running up her crack... "There seem to be some secretions here, Mrs. B..." M was holding his wet, glistening fingers under her nose. She smelled her own pussy-juice on them. "Is this..." he wiped his hands on her face- not too gently "...a sign of sexual arousal?" "No- no, Doctor-- mhpgh." He pushed his fingers into her mouth. "After all, I'm a married woman..." "Yes, you are, Mrs. B." M marked something on his clipboard. "And you are here alone, getting 'examined' by a strange man, yes?" The man seated himself again, facing her. He smiled. "Please disrobe." Lisa noticed his thin smile as she reached for the clasp of her bra, felt her fat tits release downwards as she opened it for him. Her hands were shaking as she peeled down the tiny white panties... He had her put her hands behind her head again. The man nodded appreciatively. "Please, Mrs. B." he said "Closer to the window." Except for her heels, Lisa was absolutely naked. Her heart pounded as she looked down to the street. "Please, Mrs. B" Doctor M was now next to her, his left hand gently resting on the back of her neck, as if to calm her. "Set your feet a little farther apart." "Of, course, Doctor." "Do you think-" Doctor M breathed into her ear "that those people down there can see you?" "Y- yes, Doctor." With his right hand, he reached across Lisa's pelvis, touched her shaven clean pubic mound. "So smooth, Mrs B." He stroked gently. "You must have just shaved yourself this morning, am I correct?" Lisa nodded. He reached down a little deeper, ran a thick finger along her wet lips, paused at Lisa's clit. "You are very aroused, Mrs B.- are you not?" "yes, Doc- ah!" He stroked her. "Yes-" Lisa closed her eyes. "I am very aroused." "Would you like to proceed to the table, Mrs B?" Lisa swallowed. "Yes. Yes please, Doctor." The examining table (How did he get this space? Perhaps he was actually a doctor?) was not far from the window, but was just far enough back that her complete nakedness would be a little less obvious to someone on the street. Lisa sat on the edge, her knees together, her cunt throbbing. The 'doctor' adjusted the headrest. "Please lean back and put your feet into the stirrups, Mrs. B." "Yes, Doctor." She reclined, put her feet into the stirrups, and spread her legs wide for him. Lisa's pussy lips unfolded in the cool air of the room. Her asshole, just below her cunt, was throbbing and squeezing rhythmically as rivulets of pussy juice ran down across her perineum- she couldn't help it. In her mind, Lisa was a little, submissive animal- exposed fully to this big black man. She was trying not to pant. She was the supine before him, he the dominant. He would do with her as he wanted- and that was something Lisa had always lusted for. When would he fuck her? The man stepped between her legs, lowered himself to the knee rest. Again, his fingers stroked her shiny pubic mound. He pulled the skin away from her clit, exposing it. "Yes, there are some secretions here..." She felt his breath warming her pussy lips... Doctor M stood up, looking down at her. "How often do you have sex, Mrs. Bellows?" Lisa felt his fingers run up her crack, linger at her clit, running down again... "Not... not too much, Doctor..." Involuntarily, her hips twisted in rhythm with his hand. "Does this hurt, Mrs. B?" He pushed his finger into her pussy, pulled it out. "No, Doctor. Should it?" "How does this feel?" Still standing over her, he pushed three thick fingers into her cunt. In, out, in, out. They were dry, but getting wetter. With his thumb, he flicked her clit. Back and forth, back and forth... "Ahhh—oh!" Lisa was trying to spead wider, jerking her hips downward onto the hand. "Oh! Doctor!" M felt her pussy gripping his fingers. "That feels good- but is this really appropriate?" The man was forcing his fingers in and out, in and out. "We have to do a thorough exam, miss...." Lisa was getting close to cumming as he hand-fucked her. "Just another minute..." In just another minute, Lisa reached a crashing orgasm. Her hips lifted from the table and the empty room rang with her wails as this anonymous black man flicked her clit and forced his fingers as deep up her tight little twat as they would go. A moment later, she was panting and felt a light sweat covering her chest and neck. "Doctor M" was making a note on his pad. Looking down, Lisa smiled inwardly as she noticed the huge bulge pushing against his zipper. "You respond to manual stimulation appropriately, Mrs. B." he murmured, putting down the clipboard. "But we do need," he said, reaching for his fly 'To perform another test..." M's cock was finally out. Freed from the confines of his pants, it was righting itself, thickening and straightening. Watching it, Lisa's cunt throbbed. A black cock. A big one... "What—what kind of test, Doctor?" Lisa clenched her pussy so it made an obscene squishing sound. "Will it—" she smiled, looking at her Doctor's fat cock "Will it hurt?" "It's possible that you'll feel a little challenged- for a moment." M carefully put down his clipboard. "But it's a very, um, necessary test." He was stroking his cock, getting into position... "Doctor, I'm a married woman." whispered Lisa. looking down at the black cock between her thighs. "It wouldn't be right to have sexual relations with anyone other than my husband..." M was applying lube to his fat prick, making the veins and muscle tone glisten and shine as he stroked it. "Doctor James has asked me to see to your needs today. You DO want me to report to him that you cooperated well with me?" He threw the white lab coat on the floor, unbuttoned his shirt to expose his chest. Lisa thought of Jimmy. What was his arrangement with this man? How much money had he paid to have rights to her pussy, her entire body? "I do want Doctor James to be pleased with me..." "And, Mrs. B- I am your Doctor today..." He was reasserting authority, and Lisa got the message. "Of, course, Doctor." M had finished greasing his cock. He stepped closer. "I do understand that this is a professional situation, if that's what you mean...—oh!" Lisa saw a droplet of clear fluid dangling from the tip of M's prick. "I suppose I should be more trusting..." "Perhaps more trust, Mrs. B. Now, please..." M directed her to pull her knees up alongside her breasts. As he guided her feet out of the stirrups, M's cock was so long that he had to bend over deeply to keep it from prodding her. Finally, he stood up straight again. She held her knees apart for him. The glans of his hard prick hovered just an inch or two from Lisa's open cunt. "Besides-" murmured the man "This test does not involve actual intercourse..." Just then, Lisa felt the tip of his black prick touch her asshole. She gasped in surprise. No wonder he had greased his cock! He pulled away, reapproached, applying a bit more pressure this time. Lisa's opening responded by clenching around the cock-tip. M's cock felt like it had just been given a kiss. Lisa fully understood the plan now. "Of course, Doctor..." Lisa tugged her knees up a little higher, raising the angle of her asshole a few degrees. "Does this assist you with your test?" It had been so, so long since Lisa had had a proper asshole reaming. The feeling was incredible. The challenge and the thrill of it was already giving her mini orgasms as she breathed into the penetration, the giving up of all control to her black fucker. Lisa had always loved ass fucking. This morning, in this room, she wanted a black man's hard cock up her tender little shitter. For his part, M was in Heaven. The pressure around his greased up, sensitized cock was intense as he penetrated this white woman. Jimmy had been right- his 'girl' would be beautiful and compliant. Jimmy had told him about Lisa's exhibitionist streak, of course. And M actually was a doctor- but not in this building... When M had asked about anal (his favorite) he was reassured that Jimmy's whore was expert at it. M had been happy to pay extra. M's prick was perhaps four inches in. It felt like it was being held in a warm, firm, wet vise. Now, he eased out until just the glans was inside Lisa's ass. They both looked down, each enjoying the visual stimulation of watching a long, fat black shaft ease into a young white woman's gripping, hot, slippery anus. As they got into a rhythm, the cock pulled out and pushed in. Lisa's perineum flexed and bulged, flexed and bulged, gripping and releasing, gripping and releasing the black thing that was fucking her tightest hole. And her cunt was getting readjusted from within too, her lips bulging, her juices bubbling out her pussy-hole as he reamed her.... Lisa Has Longings Ch. 03 M was no longer paying 'Doctor'- he was twisting and pulling Lisa's fat nipples as he ass-fucked her. Lisa looked down- past her own quivering teats being violently pulled and twisted by a pair of black hands—past her naked, shaved pubic mound—to her cunt lips and her asshole. This would be a common sight for the rest of Mrs Robert Bellows' life: her submissive, white body being penetrated by the huge distended cock of a black man- a John. As she realized that she was finally, truly a white whore again, Lisa's pussy released a fresh surge of lubrication. It oozed out of her pussy and dribbled down her perineum, coating and lubricating M's cock as he forced it in and out. The table was just the right height. Lisa was pushing back, allowing her butt to go close to- and over- the edge of the leather padding. When Doctor M began moaning deeply, Lisa actually felt those vibrations in her own body. She reached down to touch her sensitized clit. It only took a few strokes and she was cumming again—cumming on a stranger's fat black cock as it was forced deeply up her ass... "Doctor M" was on his short strokes now. Suddenly he paused in mid fuck, panting. Lisa looked down. His prick was only halfway in. It was pulsing. She suspected that he was so close to ejaculation that another stroke of his cock against the smooth walls of her ass- even an inch, he would make him lose control and shoot his load. "Oh, Doctor..." Lisa reached down and lightly gathered his dangling, wet balls in her fingers. "Is your—test—going well?" She tugged down, scratched his testicles just right. M had his eyes closed- holding... holding back. With her other hand, Lisa encircled and firmly eased the lower half of his cock towards his pubic bone, tightening the skin all the length of his massive prick. Almost there... "Doctor, are you OK?" Lisa, looking up at him, tried to seem concerned. "Maybe I can help..." She inhaled deeply, squeezed her ass muscles around the business end of her John's cock. "...help you feel better..." M grunted. She tugged the balls downward. M gave up. He shoved in so hard and deeply that Lisa felt she might split. His cock was jerking and shooting, convulsing deep up her asshole. His frenzied strokes were greasy now with his thick load, coating his black cock with white cum...His hips and entire lower body were out of control, flexing and twisting as he impaled her with all his might. "Yes, Doctor..." Lisa cooed, looking up at "Doctor M", his cock shooting as it fucked her ass, her legs spread to either side of him "Very good, Doctor.... I feel so much better already..."