0 comments/ 49985 views/ 8 favorites Dr. Chocolate Dick Ch. 01 By: deathtoperverts "To my fellow perverts; may you never cross the line." * Dr. Dick Thomas watched as she walked down the hall and turned into a side room. He had been watching her more often recently and he tried hard not to be noticed doing it. Not that just looking at her would be cause for notice (not that there were many people around to notice in the first place!), but he was sure that the kind of looking he was doing would be noticed. Dick was working the graveyard shift at Long Fellow hospital. The unspoken policy at the hospital was that staff should refer to it as the night owl shift, because it had a nicer sound, but he couldn't help but love the irony of the graveyard terminology. It suited the place. At 12am not much happens between the 4th and 7th floor and it really did feel like a graveyard at times, except, of course, the people haven't been buried yet. He was a doctor of fairly respectable standing, but preferred the more relaxed pace of looking after patients in the dead of the night. His duties were to check up on the patient's clipboards, schedules, physical status, medicines, comfort, nursing, etc... In his younger days he had participated in the rat race of power and respectability which tempts all doctors, and had earned himself a bit of both, but for now he felt a need to hide away from all of that. It wasn't a particularly hard (or glamorous) job and at 53 he had come to settle into a comfortable routine. Several of his peers couldn't quite understand why he contented himself to stick to these boring night shifts. Dick himself couldn't quite understand it, but there was something about the graveyard that both disturbed and calmed him; a sense of irony that this place of healing would one day be the death of him. Dick's musings on graveyards was suddenly interrupted by the sound of a gentle voice. He hadn't noticed the orderly come up to him as he was looking down at the clipboard in his hand. It was the girl he had been staring at. She was looking him straight in the eyes and passing on some information. Her name was Kiesha Harris. She had been working there for the past month, the result of a transfer from the ER under slightly strange circumstances, which he would later regret not having more thoroughly investigated. For now he accepted the transfer as a favor to a friend and let it go at that. Her job here was the same as it was there; to clean up around the place, attend to basic needs of the patients, and generally help the doctors and nurses. Dick had a normally ordered routine on his floor and he liked it that way, but in the past month a change had come over him, because of this young woman. At first he had taken little notice of her, but as in all things, change had come. Late one night she had moved near to where he was standing to help a nurse with some notes at the nurse's station. She was leaning over on the counter and scribbling something on a bit of paper. From his vantage point he noticed that the neck line of her shirt was hanging down quite a ways from her body, and he was able to see straight down to her belly button, but it wasn't her tummy that caught his attention. Now, Dick was a bit old, but he still had a strong sex drive. In fact, He had always had a strong sex drive. When he was younger he would jack-off an average of 3 times a day, everyday. Sometimes the urge for release was so strong that he had to find some way to take care of it or his concentration would be fucked. At times it really was like a curse, as any little thing could set him off. One time he heard the sound of someone rhythmically flipping through the pages of a large book. The sound of large chunks of pages slapping together had reminded him of the clapping sound that sometimes comes from a really hard fucking. No shit, he had to go and jack off to the mental images the noises had conjured up in his mind. When he was 19 he worked as a pizza delivery boy in a fairly large country town. Towards the beginning of his shift one night he had stopped at a house where a girl opened the door wearing a thin pink tube top and no bra. She looked young, but had already started to develop a firm set of little titties. It wasn't hard to see, as the top she was wearing was obviously meant to be used in conjunction with some kind of bra, (or never meant to be worn out side the house). Her little titties were clearly defined through the tight thin material, particularly the developing nipple mounds poking through. It was clearly indecent, but then again, she probably wasn't expecting anyone to see her wearing it in such a way. Dick made every excuse he could think of to continue standing in the door way. He just kind of talked while staring at her chest. He was sure that if she had any kind of awareness at all she would notice how obvious he was being about it, but he would probably never have the chance to see this again and he was taking the chance. Eventually he had to leave, and sighed with frustration. Needless to say he was frantic with lust and had a difficult time driving. His mind filled with naughty pictures of little titties. However, it was a Friday night and things were really busy. As soon as he finished one delivery and walked back into the shop the manager was shoving another order in his arms and sending him out again. On the next delivery he had to drive down a relatively slow country road. He had a hard time finding the address and couldn't seem to concentrate on anything except firm titties. He pulled off to the side of the road and looked around. There were a few people out and about, but no one looked to be coming in his direction in any hurry. Maybe he had time for a quick pull. Desperate times called for desperate measures! He lay down in the front seat, removed his hard cock, and began pulling. His encounter with the hot tittied girl had him so worked up that it didn't take long. The fact that someone could walk by any minute, and that he was going to be late for his delivery, also pushed him to the edge in a bizarre way. In a few minutes he watched himself shooting all over his stomach. He quickly cleaned himself with the part of his work shirt which was usually tucked in to his shirt. He hated doing it this way because the sperm quickly became cold against his skin and took a long time to dry, but he had to get going quickly and didn't have any tissues. He sat up, breathing and sweating heavily, to notice an elderly couple out for a walk with their dog not 10 feet from his open window! If he had been even 15 seconds later in his jerking off he would have been clearly seen by these two walking past his window, and with the magnetic signboard advertising his work place still stuck to the top of his car; what a narrow escape! That old familiar excitement of having been naughty in public, and getting away with it, had helped pushed him over the edge into orgasm. He had started experimenting playing with himself in public a year earlier. Once he had jacked-off in the back of a greyhound bus. That wasn't so dangerous, as he was the only one in the last row and easily avoided detection, but it was still fun just to have done it. He had done it a few times while riding in the back seat of cars, pretending to be asleep with a blanket over him. Of course, he also did it on a plane, in the same way, with a blanket covering him. He learned that a very important part of not being discovered came from controlled breathing, and a technique for touching his cock that didn't involve big clumsy stroking movements with his fist. The breathing part was not so hard, although there were times when he had to pretend to cough or yawn several times in a row, desperately gulping for air without looking like he had nearly just suffocated himself in an effort to ejaculate quietly. However, the stroking technique was the real key. He had developed a way of using his thumbs to mash the sensitive skin on the underside of his cock, just below the mushroom head, between them in circular motions, one thumb against the other. In this way he was able to effectively stimulate his cock while dramatically reducing noticeable movements. One time, when he was feeling particularly daring, he even tried it on a roller coaster. He had been invited to a family reunion at Disnee Land and went with them on all the rides. Several hours into the trip he was feeling as horny as a fat man in a bakery from all the little girls around in short shorts. However, it was hell trying to jerk off in the toilets, because they were always busy. Trying to jack off to beautiful young girls is not the most pleasant thing to do with people knocking on the door every 30 seconds and shitting noises every 10 seconds. Yeah, it was a public place so there was some excitement to it, but he didn't have a shit fetish, and there was a difference between getting off on public performance and being annoyed by the public. By the time they got to "Space Fountain" he was frantic for a wank. This particular ride was based on a trip through the solar system and great care had been taken to make it completely void of any outside light. It was totally dark; except for the few props of galaxies, planets, and stars here and there that gave off a soft glow, but not enough to see your own hand in front of your face. Within a few seconds Dick's "condition" inspired him to notice this. A sudden and intense desire took hold of him, even more powerful than his normal desire to ejaculate. What a wonderful piece this would make in his "collection", if he could jack off right here and now, on a roller coaster at Disnee land! He boarded the ride, with one other person sitting next to him, and quickly started working his sensitive skin. It was a bit difficult to concentrate, with the constant paranoia of having several members of his family closely around him and the jerking motions of the roller coaster. He also felt a nagging doubt that he would be able to finish in time. Despite the reality that it really was impossible for other to see him, as hard as he tried, these little worries frustrated him long enough to stop him from reaching that all important peak. The ride had finished just as he started to feel his fluid build up. He left feeling a bit disappointed, but at least he had tried. Now he was here in a hospital pressing his hardening cock against the counter as he looked down this young girl's shirt. He first noticed the dark color of her skin as it bulged out of her body to form two tits, each about the size of a delicious apple. He had seen plenty of black people before, (he had even delivered babies of black women) but he had never seriously considered them in a sexual way, especially when his mind was concentrating on the job. He knew that a lot of people had fantasies about sexual encounters in hospitals, but the reality is that hospitals are definitely NOT sexy places. Most people who go there have serious health problems, or are going to visit people who have serious health problems. Dick had never even heard of a man having an erection with a catheter pushed up his pee pee hole and into his bladder. However his opinions on that were now changing. Something about this encounter was able to seep through the little cracks in his professional decorum and drip down to fill his cock. This secret view of a young black woman's tits suddenly aroused him, like a child who had caught a peek of his Christmas presents early. The mere fact that it was not meant to be erotic made it all the more so in his mind. Of course, she was wearing a bra, (a white lacy deal with a bit of padding in the cups) which would normally affect him about as much as seeing the same thing on a billboard on the drive home from work, but this scene was different. Her bra was fitted so loosely that each cup was hanging open enough that he could just see what looked like half of her puffy dark nipples on each tit. Dick's mind immediately raced through several thoughts; was anyone watching him look down this girl's shirt? Why would she wear a bra that didn't fit properly? Maybe it was a comfort thing; it's not like her tits really needed the bra, as they looked able to support themselves, but she couldn't come to a respectable place of work like a hospital with no bra on. He decided that must be the most reasonable conclusion, just as Kiesha straightened up to give a bit of paper to the nurse. Dick felt a brief second of panic as she had caught him by surprise and thought she surely must have seen him staring down her shirt when she straightened up. Thankfully it seemed that she was not very aware of what was happening around her. After that initial flash he was distracted by some other business but his mind kept wandering back to the image of puffy black nipples. When he was younger he enjoyed looking down girls shirts, but soon became disappointed to discover that they were always wearing bras, which became boring after a while. He no longer went out of his way to look down women's shirts, but would do so if it was convenient, just for the little pleasure of doing something a bit naughty. Now, after years of neglect, his perversion for looking down shirts had come back with a vengeance! And she was a black girl! She had black tits! Black girls, shit. He had always disregarded them, from the time he had first started feeling attraction towards females. He was discovering now that growing up in a mostly white neighborhood had stunted his perception in many ways. Later that night, after his shift, Dick went home feeling tired, but restless at the same time. His wife was generally friendly towards him, but rarely had a desire for a sexual relationship and seemed content to settle into the typical old folk's routine of just enjoying each others company. Dick did enjoy her company, but unfortunately for him, he still enjoyed tits and ass. It was not uncommon for some older men to still have a strong sex drive, even into the early 60's. He had never been unfaithful to her, although he had been in some very tempting situations before. At one point there had been a cute little Asian nurse who needed his recommendation to further her career. She was a socially awkward little thing trying hard to make her way through school and not waste mommy and daddy's money, but it was hard for her. A strong vain of racism ran through the medical fraternity at Longfellow and she had to work harder than most to make her way. She struggled to do it the legitimate way but eventually decided that she needed something more to break through the white man's barrier holding her back. When she realized that Dick was such an easy going nice guy, she made a decision to ask for his help He had faced an incredible struggle to follow his conscience on that issue, but he had a difficult time trying to stifle his thoughts on what it would be like to fuck this little Asian hottie. She wasn't particularly pretty, and was quite thin, but she had a certain sex appeal about her that was different. However, a co-worker of his caught on that something suspicious was happening and talked to him about the need to be very careful with student nurses looking for advancement. Dick found the warning to be quite sobering but as the week went on he moved closer and closer to caving in to his desire for the Asian hottie. The situation appealed to what he had come to believe was a fairly serious character flaw in his personality. It had taken a long time for him to come to terms that he was probably a genuine pervert. There were many things he wanted to do, but only restrained himself for fear of what others would think or what the law would allow. He was honest enough with himself to realize that this was NOT a good reason to consider him self a decent person, and thus concluded that he was a pervert. He wanted to fuck the Asian, and probably should have been more forceful in rejecting her, but he enjoyed the thrill of playing with the danger. At one point she had cornered him in a private room, hoping to acquire some kind of commitment from him about his recommendation. She opened up her shirt and Dick fondled and suckled on her titties for a good 10 minutes while she looked bored. He was about to move further, before a knock on the door interrupted them. A week after the warning from his friend, that same friend was busted by internal hospital investigations for fucking a hot little redheaded student nurse, who was in the same class as the Asian girl hitting on Dick. A cold fear shot through him and he promised himself that he would never be so careless again. His three children were grown and moved out; his daughter attending her second year of school at the state university, his oldest son managing a fancy seafood restaurant, and the next oldest son on the police force. He had no other family in the city, but occasionally corresponded with his brothers and sisters. At one point he went through an incest phase, where he struggled with feelings of lust for his sister. She was quite attractive, but she would never go for it. He wondered about what it was inside him that made him feel such an attraction. Some would say that kind of thing is genetic, and some would say it happens as a result of abuse in early childhood. He couldn't remember being abused by anyone in his family, but there was that babysitter once. He had some idea that there was something wrong with what she was doing; he just didn't know why it was wrong. Then there was that boyhood friend, but he was so young he couldn't clearly remember what had really happened at that time. When he took time out to deeply analyze him self and try to understand why he felt the way he did, he often wondered if maybe it was a mixture of both options. He felt like he had a good relationship with his wife, but there were several things about his past that he didn't feel ready to share with anyone. One of them was his interest in incestuous relationships, but the other was his interest in underage girls. He certainly respected the laws of the land and tried hard to abide by those guidelines, but also wondered if maybe his character had been somehow under developed by not talking about those past issues with anyone, as it seemed such a major influence in his life. Dick's mind drifted back through time to a memory of Sunday school where he learned a lesson about confessing sins, and how such confession was supposed to lead to a kind of healing. He had tried it once with a minor offence and thought he experienced that healing sensation, but was later burned in a different situation where he confessed something to the wrong person and it had come back to haunt him. In the end he felt that no one would really understand his horrible perversion, so he kept it quiet from everyone and tried his best to never actually follow through on his fantasies. He knew there were a lot of strange fetishes in the world; he had even heard of someone who couldn't orgasm during sex unless he was watching bugs being squashed at the same time. However, he considered such things to be more like a playful kind of perversion, because it was just weird; not dangerous. In a situation like his own, he considered himself to be a "true" pervert because in order to achieve his fantasy he would have to hurt others. He had a strong aversion to hurting people and knew from experience that sexual exposure of just about any kind at a young age almost always yields permanent negative results in later life. As he became more mature and started thinking about marriage he wondered what kind of father he would make if he had children. He was a bit afraid of how he would act towards any female children he would ever have. However, for the most part, he turned out to be a decent father in that area. He ended up with a good wife who was a great conversationalist and had fairly moderate views on sex. Before getting married he wondered how one woman would ever be able to satisfy him, but she did a good job, even trying hard to overcome some of her conservative thoughts towards sex by trying new things. In fact, during all the years of his marriage he stayed mostly faithful to her, (not including all the porn, of course)! He only had one slip up, which he felt was a very good effort on his part. It seemed to him that he should have had many more slip ups and wondered if some higher power had helped him as a result of prayers he once said about wanting to be a good father. Considering all the years he lived with his daughter, one slip up probably wasn't so bad... Dr. Chocolate Dick Ch. 01 One night she had come home drunk from a party during her first year of university and passed out on the living room sofa. Dick's wife had gone to visit relatives and his sons were out for the weekend with friends, so he was the only one to notice the noise of his drunken daughter stumbling around before she passed out. He went down to check on her and tried to wake her. The smell of marijuana was hanging around on her; it seemed the combination of beer and pot was enough to put her out cold. He would have to carry her, and as he bent to pick her up he noticed that her shirt had ridden up to around her breasts. A lightening bolt of lust shot through him as he realized his situation; no one else around, and a beautiful young woman who wouldn't wake up. He spent quite some time rocking on the edge of the living room sofa sweating in nervous anxiety about what to do. In the end his lust got the better of him and he felt up her tits through her shirt, just to satisfy himself that he had copped a feel and now he could go back to bed. However, once he was massaging her tits through her shirt, he figured that he had come this far, so why not feel her bare skin. Up the shirt went, and of her tits the bra was pushed, and once again he was massaging her tits in big handfuls, except this time they were totally exposed. He felt that now he had done enough and should stop, but then he considered that it was only a short distance to sucking on her pretty little nipples. He had already crossed the line into feeling up her tits so he might as well go the full distance with them; that was obvious. As can probably be guessed by now, Dick went through the same process in first lifting up her short skirt to reveal her panties, then spreading her legs, rubbing her pussy though the panties, then moving the panties to the side to have a look at the pussy, touching the bare pussy, until finally he was finger fucking, sucking, and tonguing the pussy. At each step he convinced himself that just a little more would be enough. A flood of illicit passion had swept over him and the fact that he was doing this to his very own helpless daughter, who would never know anyway, excited him. She could never be hurt if she didn't even now it had happened. When he straightened up and positioned his cock head against the entrance to her little pink pussy and mashed it around a bit, he heard a soft whimper come from his daughter's mouth. His heart stopped beating and his face went white. He was frozen in fear, every nerve and sense in his body heightened to superhuman efficiency from the adrenaline rush as he imagined that her eyes had just flickered open. It was an interesting experiment in irrational bodily reactions. Was he really expecting to move his big body out of the way faster than she could open her small eye lids, without warning? However, when her eyes didn't open after a few seconds he realized that it must have been his imagination and not that she was waking. However, the fear he felt had been like a splash of cold water and the reality of what he was doing suddenly caught up to him. It was exactly what he needed. He cleaned her up as best he could and ran from the room nearly crying from the guilt and shame that he was feeling, mostly because he knew he was wrong, and yet his mind was still flooded with images of his fingers sliding in and out of her pussy. That had been some years ago. He still jerked off to the memories of that night sometimes, but had never tried anything with her again, and fortunately she didn't know anything about it. Settling into his favorite lazy boy he flipped on the TV to look for something to hit the spot. He switched on the satellite TV menu and went straight to the adult channels looking for one of his favorite movies about young teens. Of course he knew they were all of legal age, but something about the idea of "underage" teens tickled the same desire that had pushed him over the edge with his daughter that night...to have something forbidden, a bit like what he got from looking down Kiesha's shirt earlier. Then he noticed a title which caught his attention. It was called "black, stacked and jacked". The title brought an immediate smirk of ridicule to his lips. He had always automatically skipped over any titles that looked like they had anything to do with blacks, but remembering his encounter with Kiesha made him curious. He flipped to the channel and was greeted with the sight of young black woman sucking on a big white dick as she looked from the camera to the guy's face and then back again; and she was a teeny, too! Needless to say Dick was instantly fascinated with the coincidence. Here it was; white dick/black chick, just like his real life situation. The girl in the video looked like a real slut enjoying her hot dog, and Dick particularly noticed her lips. They were similar to Kiesha's in that they were quite full and it looked like she knew how to use them. It was like this girl knew how hot the scene was as she purposely let her black lips drag out along the guy's pink cock when she pulled her head back slowly. Maybe she was trying to work her way up the porn queen ladder and so she was giving it all she had, or maybe she really was just a slut enjoying a big schlong in her mouth. Whatever the reason, she was one motivated cock sucker! She bobbed up and down for a bit before milking it in her hand for a time, and then going back to using those fat lips of hers again. He hadn't seen much in the way of nasty blow jobs before, as he usually skipped over them in preference to seeing a small pussy being fucked, but this girl seemed to actually enjoy it, like she wasn't being paid, but just really really wanted to suck a cock! He wondered if all black girls were like this. The saliva was really pouring out of her mouth and making a total mess all over the guy's package. Dick could actually see a film of spit paddling around the friction of her lips as she bobbed her head down his shaft again and again. He quickly pulled out his own cock, (he didn't bother with the thumb technique when there was no need for it) imagining the girl was sucking him off. He couldn't take his eyes away from her exotic black lips. She just kept going until she brought the guy off to an orgasm. He was saying stuff like "ahh shit yeah", "suck that shit"; not very original, but that didn't matter to Dick, because he knew it was real. He imagined that if any man's cock was being sucked like that, he wouldn't be talking about poetry. Hell, Shakespeare himself would have been reduced to simple monosyllabic expressions like "aaah shit", the way this girl was sucking. When the white stud did finally cum the girl didn't take her mouth away for the guy to jizz on her face like the usual porn script goes, but instead just kept milking the guy's cock with those big lips and letting his cum squeeze out from between them. Dick knew that some people think it's dirty for a girl to swallow a guy's cum, but the way this one seemed to enjoy letting it slop out of her mouth back onto his dick, only to lick it up again made the swallowers look like nuns. By this time Dick was shooting his own load all over the remote control still in his lap. He used the back of one of his wife's fancy quilted couch pillows to wipe up most of the goo from the remote, and then put the pillow back. He briefly imagined one of her tea party friends finding the stain by chance and smiled to himself at how immature he could be sometimes. He enjoyed porn but didn't watch that much of it, and certainly not the black stuff. However, seeing the way this young black girl just sucked this white guy's cock, and the fact that she reminded him of Keisha, made him want to continue this experiment. He still wanted to see what black pussy really looked like. The next scene flashed on and he was relieved to see that this one involved not only one, but two white guys and a cute little black girl with smallish tits and her braided hair up in pigtails. It was one of those "reality" bits where the guys walk around in a public place supposedly picking up a random girl to take back for wild fucking. Through the course of the scene he watched these two guys fuck the ever; loving; shit out of this black girl. In particular, he was aroused by the sight of the white guy trying to cram his pink meat into her spread cunt. It seemed that he was overly anxious to fuck this girl, so he was trying to stuff his semi hard prick into her, or maybe it was that he was just beginning what would be a very long fucking session, so it took him longer to warm up. The way he had to use his free hand to kind of feed and push his slightly limp dong into her pussy was a new kind of obscenity to him and he was happy that the camera was getting a close up of it. A lot of people think that hard dicks are the ultimate for fucking, but it was pure nasty eroticism to watch a guy putting his half hard cock meat into a pussy by using his hand to push it in a bit at a time. It's like, he wasn't even ready for proper fucking, but he was still fucking anyway! Dick had no idea black pussy was so pink once the outer lips were spread open, and he found it quite attractive. The contrast between the dark and white skin opened up a new door of perversion (well, what he thought of as perversion) for him, and the images were burned into his mind. As he watched the two white men double dip this black teen, he felt a peculiar sense of satisfaction. Although Dick had grown up in a mostly white neighborhood and had been taught that whites were better than blacks, he had never really thought of himself as a racist. Now that he was watching this scene he felt good about seeing these two white men totally fuck a black girl. Sure, he could change the channel and see the same situation with two black men and a white girl, but in that moment he felt a sense of white power. He still didn't consider himself a genuine racist as the feeling was limited to this one sexual encounter. He had never given much though to being better than blacks at work, so he wasn't overly worried about the new feeling. He watched another two hours of young luscious black girls being utterly fucked before drifting off to sleep, dreaming of the only girl he didn't actually see on the TV, but doing all of the same things with her. Over the next few weeks he stared more and more, fueled by the images he had been watching in porn. He went to the Jumbo adult store and rented something like 10 of the latest DVDs. He even found a few that were specifically white guys on black girls (his favorite being entitled "Mr. Donkey Dick vs. Mr. Honky Dick", in which a black man and a white man battle to see who is the best at fucking a large host of beautiful young black girls). While in the store he noticed a black plastic blow up doll hanging from the ceiling from some string. She was wearing a bikini top and a short skirt. He had seen jokes made about blowup dolls, but had never really considered using one before. Now he was very curious. He casually walked around to the back side of the hanging doll trying not to make it look like he was about to sneak a peek up the skirt of a plastic girl; that would really be embarrassing! However, he had to see what was there! When he was in the correct position, he looked around to see if anyone else was watching, and then quickly looked up. With a smirk on his face, Dick read a little note stuck in-between the dolls legs, just blocking a view of its cunt, which said, "If you are reading this note, you really are a pervert. Please buy me". Dick threw in a few blackdick/whitechick movies to explore the white/black issue further, and it certainly was erotic to watch the pumping motion of large black cocks fucking into tiny teen whities (no, that wasn't pinched from the back of a porn DVD. It was far too clever for that!). The way those big black cocks undulated in and out of squeezing tight pussies made him think of pulsating pipelines with too much thick oil trying to be pumped through them. However, by far, his greatest attention was to the whitedick/blackchick movies. The bright shine of pussy juice reflecting on a pink dong against a background of chocolate ass and thighs was one of his favorites. He also left with the plastic doll, one that was molded into the missionary position, and one that was molded into the doggy position. Thank God no one would ever know about how he sat on the sofa with his blow up dolls late at night watching porn for hours and fucking them during particularly hot scenes. Unfortunately, far from relieving his stress, the memory of these hot scenes stayed with him all through his work shift as he continued watching Kiesha. His imagination became more vivid as he related what he saw from the girls in the videos to what he saw in Kiesha and he tried frequently to get a better look at her ass and hips. She usually wore pajama style pants which fit well, but were not too tight. Like everything else about her style, she had found just the right size and shape of pants to show off her form, but not make it look like that's what she was trying to do. They were made of very thin cotton, like real pajamas, which meant that any time she bent over, even slightly, anyone watching was treated to a nice view of her panty line as the material dramatically clung to every rounded contour of her ass. Her hips were wide while her waist was quite narrow, making a nice contrast. He also noticed that she definitely had the "African" gene for what he had heard referred to at times (from his new passion in black porn) as "bubble butt" (usually something along the lines of "yeah baby, stick that nasty black bubble butt up in the air" from the guy and "ooohhh yeah oooohhhh yeah, fuck that nasty African ass" from the girl). The more he looked, the more he imagined what it would be like to touch. He spent a lot of time trying to think of ways to accidentally touch her, like brushing his hand against her tits as he pretended to be reaching for a pen. He drove himself crazy wondering just what did it feel like to touch something like that? To put his hands around that slender waist and slowly move them down to caress those hips and then slide around to that rounded ass, gently squeezing and kneading. What would it feel like to just come up behind her one night and rub his crotch against that gravity defying bubble butt, slowly grinding as his left hand wrapped around her waist to pull her tighter in to the grinding while his right hand reached around to fondle her pussy through the crotch of her pants. If only he could find some way to make all that look like an accident. He remembered a short documentary he had once seen about compulsive gamblers going into casinos night after night and losing everything; house, car, jewelry, anything they could sell. ; Everything. His reaction at the time had been to wonder how these people could possibly claim to be addicted to gambling. If they didn't want to lose all their money then the obvious solution was to stop going to the fucking casinos, morons! He had felt nothing but contempt for their stupidity. But now he briefly thought back to that time and felt like a real hypocrite for his harsh attitude, as he could now sympathies with what it felt like to be addicted to something so dangerous. His imagination ran wild as he fantasized about what it would be like to really really do it; to just make a move on her somehow. At times he shared with her in a friendly, yet professional way (as best he could considering his wild fantasies) but he found himself feeling oddly confused afterwards. When he looked at her he imagined a slut begging for his attention, but when he talked to her she seemed so much like his own sweet daughter, hoping to please daddy. Of course, what Kiesha really wanted was to please the boss, but it was a quirky manner she had, which made her seem like a young child, or maybe it was just that he was so much older than her. Her face took a bit of getting used to (although he imagined that if he didn't have his background of prejudice to overcome he would have instantly found her beautiful), but that too was becoming more and more attractive to him as he looked at her. It wasn't that she was particularly stunning, but that she had such an innocent look about her at the same time that she was definitely not so innocent. The look in her eyes seemed to communicate "anyone around here want some black pussy pie?" at the same time it was clear that she wasn't consciously thinking that at all. The way she talked, the desire in her eyes to please, and the way she acted all contributed to what Dick felt was a very unique personality for a person of her age. She had this kind of simple childishness to her, as if she were still trying to grow up. He didn't think it was a mental disorder, but some small quality of confidence lacking in her development, or maybe she was just a bit stupid. Either way, he came to think of her as adorable. He sneaked an illegal peek at her personnel file, out of curiosity, and made a mental note of some of her more relevant personal details. She was 18, her religion was Christianity, negative for HIV, highest degree of education; high school, lived in a low income area of town with her mother, no other family, and her mother was actually receiving treatment at the hospital. Despite, what he felt was fairly obvious inappropriate behavior towards her Kiesha didn't seem to notice his increased attention, at least, not in the way that he meant it. Her simple thinking was such that she would not consider him to be attracted to her, simply because she was not attracted to him. He was 53, white, balding with a few grey hairs around the sides, wore glasses and had a bit of a bulge in his tummy. For this he felt a sense of relief, in that she seemed too dense to notice his lust, and of regret, for that same reason at the same time. He became more obsessed with her as he watched her perform her tasks around the unit and felt more frustrated until one night something changed. Kiesha may not have noticed the change in Dick (or didn't recognize it for what it really was, even if she did notice some kind of change) but Dick certainly noticed a change in her. When she had first come to his unit she seemed happy and confident, like she had just found a new life again. She did her job with enthusiasm and was happy to chat with him. However, over the past couple of weeks she had become more and more despondent in her general attitude. She still performed her duties properly and her appearance was still clean, fresh, and downright pretty, but something about her attitude said that a dark secret was trying to stay hidden deep inside of her. She was upset about something. It was particularly bad two nights ago when a friend of hers had come up to see her. Dick was shocked by how beautiful this friend was, and what a pair the two of them made standing together. She had cute little nipples which were poking through her mellow yellow shirt. It looked like she wasn't wearing a bra at all based on how easy it was to see them poking through, and the dark color of them. She had on tight hip hugger jeans, several gold rings, the classic African ass popping out of her backside, and didn't look to be any older than Kiesha. In other words, another one just built for fucking. She was prettier in the face than Kiesha, but both girls had stunning bodies. It was not uncommon for girls with similar backgrounds, tastes, and physical appearances to flock to one another. Beautiful bodies are not always a blessing to the ones who have to live in them and having others around who can sympathize is a welcomed relief. But it wasn't putting himself in other people's shoes that Dick was thinking about at this time. Instead, he marveled at how unfair life could be. Why did he have to see girls like this and then not be able to have them? This was especially true considering that now the agony was doubled, Kiesha and her friend both teasing him. Dick briefly considered that his attitude towards women was his own problem and that he was probably not helping that attitude by thinking only in terms of fuck machines. However, seeing both these girls together blocked all rational thought. He allowed a few pieces of eye candy to overwhelm his senses and continued down a course which would ultimately, like so many other retards before him, cost him more than what he wanted to pay. Dick knew stories about gorgeous women fighting with one another about who is the fairest of them all, but these two really did compliment one another. They were obviously not twins or sisters, but that seemed to make them so much more attractive. With twins or sisters who look very similar, there is a feeling that fucking one would be just like fucking the other. However, with two girls who are beautiful in different ways the feeling is much more erotic in that there is more variety. Dr. Chocolate Dick Ch. 01 Differences in skin tone, titty size and jiggle, ass shape and jiggle, hip width, thigh thickness, fullness of lips, and pussy color all add up to making the experience of fucking two different girls very erotic. He could take one as the other watches in shocked disbelief at how obscene it all is, and then later he could fuck that one too! Dick stared at both of them, imagining what it would be like to have them both over for a night. He created entire scenarios, imagining the sound of their heavy breathing as they both changed places from squirming on his cock to sitting on his face. The meeting between the two girls had ended in a hushed shouting match in which the friend stomped away in anger. Dick tried to counsel her about what had happened, asking if there was anything he could do to help. She opened up to him a little bit, explaining that she was trying to help this friend out of some trouble, but she wasn't listening to her. She had gotten mixed up with a sexual pervert who was just using her body. At first, Kiesha had said that she didn't want to go into the details, but as she started talking it all just came pouring out of her, like something she had been keeping bottled up for a long time. She ended up going into more detail than she realized, going so far as to narrate a story about how disgusted she was at actually having seen the two of them having sex in a very nasty way. Dick got the impression that Kiesha was still hiding something, but hearing her even mention the words "nasty sex" was driving him crazy. He tried to tactfully get her to say more about the nasty sex part, but over did it a bit and she snapped back to reality, apologizing for her friend coming and making a scene like that. She begged for him not to put it on her work record and, with a kindly smile, he assured her that she was safe with him. Even though he didn't get to hear more about the sex story he still felt he had made some progress in gaining her trust and friendship, especially when she thought that he was doing her a favor by not reporting her conduct. Then, a couple days later she came in to the unit crying. Dick went to her to find out why she was upset and put a "comforting" hand on her back, and rubbed a little. He didn't have much excuse to touch her and this one he was going to enjoy. He had experimented with putting a friendly hand on her arm, shoulder, or back a few times but always felt a sense of paranoia that someone would think that it was more than just friendly, in which case they would be absolutely right!. Kiesha explained that her mother was having trouble affording some treatment at the hospital and that she was in bad condition. The money that she was making now was not enough to continue and it looked as if she had no other alternatives. Dick felt genuinely saddened by this news at first, as he had come to feel some genuine emotion for her and felt hurt when she felt hurt. But as the night carried on his thinking slowly changed. He began to put pieces together in a way that shamed him a bit, but at the same time excited him. She was from a poor background, not much education, and in a difficult situation. He thought about the problem she had explained regarding her mother. He knew some people in the hospital that he could talk to, to help her get around those problems; he had a few connections that he could call on if she had a few "connections" she would be willing to make for him. But, could he really put it to her that way? The fantasy was incredibly erotic to him and the more real he made it in his mind; the more it turned him on. He explored a hundred different variations and details over the next few hours. The shame of his plan itself seemed to push him onwards, as it further unlocked the "forbidden desires" perversion in his mind. Other ideas flooded his mind with eroticism and he began feeling more excited at the idea of being excited by such perversion. She reminded him of his own daughter, he was 3 times her age, she had religion, she was black, and he found himself wanting to royally fuck her because of all those things. He battled with the concept that she was a real person in real pain and that he was a good person himself; was he really such a pervert? He went to the unisex staff toilet and jacked off, spurting his thick white "little girl candy" on the wall and panting heavily. He didn't bother to clean it up, hoping that little act of filth would satisfy his cravings; maybe Kiesha would see it when she came to use the toilet. Anyone with any kind of sexual experience would know almost immediately what it was, or at least have a strong suspicion, but did she have any sexual experience? It wasn't long before his mind retraced Kiesha's words, her tears, and the desperation in her voice. Why did she come here crying? Did she think maybe he would offer to help her in some way if she looked sad enough? Maybe she had already considered giving him what he wanted, and was hinting that she would accept such an offer. At times he thought he could detect a trace of flirtation in her actions, but it was always like a little mouse running past the corner of his eye; by the time he looked to see what it was, it was gone. She must have picked up on his attraction to her by now. Dick's mind raced to find ways to ease his conscience about what he was sliding closer and closer into doing. His mind was at war with itself and he was actually sweating more than he had when jacking off earlier in the toilet. Would it really work? She did look awfully desperate. Would an opportunity like this ever come up again? Opportunity? What the fuck was he thinking? He went back to the toilet to splash some water on his face and try to calm down; he was damn lucky he didn't have a heart condition at his age. However, the poison was there in his mind teetering on one side of the seesaw, while his rational mind slowly lost consciousness on the other. He briefly remembered the lesson he learned from that incident with his daughter, but excused it on the basis that Kiesha was not his daughter; totally different situation, right? His mind made one last attempt at reason, with thoughts about possible legal complications that could come from such a foolish action, while hundreds of images of beautiful black sluts fucked and moaned through his mind. Hours upon hours of filth-inundated porn helped him spend less and less time regarding the consequences of his actions, and more and more time wondering what the contrast would look like between the color of her chocolate thighs and her puffy pink pussy lips as she lay on her back with her knees shoved up close to her ears. Dr. Chocolate Dick Ch. 02 "I always thought I would have something significant to say at a time like this." Kiesha Harris grew up in a small town with her mother, Tonya. They lived a very simply lifestyle as her mother's income didn't afford them much luxury. Tonya had left Kiesha's father when Kiesha was 5 years old, the result of an abusive relationship. The bastard had actually brought a date home with him, both in a drunken stupor, and had proceeded to fuck one another on the floor of Kiesha's room as she slept (apparently thinking it was his own bedroom, although it's hard to know what was really going on in his fucked up mind). Kiesha was not a deep sleeper and woke up soon after the loud couple entered her room, but because of fear she showed no sigh of movement except to open one eye, only to see her father staring at her as he pounded his hips against the young woman on her hands and knees. When her mother heard the noise of loud grunting and moaning she came running in to see what the trouble was and the husband went into a rage, beating the shit out of her for interrupting his "date". It hadn't always been like that, but sometimes that's how the story goes. A week later, Tonya sneaked away with Keisha to the big city 20 miles from where they lived. Tonya had been planning the move for several months now (She may have been stupid enough to marry him, but she certainly wasn't stupid enough not to know where the relationship was heading) and had a small one bedroom apartment and a fast-food job already lined up. Over the next 11 years they lived a fairly normal life. Tonya had been a good worker and "people person" at her burger joint and was transferred through word of mouth by her manager to a fancy seafood and steak restaurant. The pay was much better and eventually she worked her way up the chain of command to a management position, and she only had to give one blowjob to get it (well, almost). Her boss, Todd, a 28 year old white asshole was being transferred to a different city on very short notice and it was his job to find a replacement. He was short, had a child molester's moustache, and a very hairy body. He knew that Tonya was the obvious person to replace him, as she was clearly able to do the job, but he knew something about her background and felt that she might be desperate enough to give him something in exchange for his recommendation. Tonya was still quite attractive at 35 and it was obvious why Todd was taking such a risk to get a bit of action from her; visibly fit hips and legs, luscious ass, and beautifully pronounced titties. Fortunately her husband had never knocked out any of her teeth or broken any bones (in her face that is) so she still had something nice going on there. Todd had tried getting a date out of her in the first few months of her time at the restaurant but she had always refused. She thought he was the typical obnoxious white prick trying to fulfill a black fantasy. When she had first been transferred, this particular company had just opened the branch which she would be working at; it's 6th location in the city, and in celebration the company had organized a pool party (with a sea theme, of course). The party was at night and held indoors at a fancy hotel with a heated pool. People could get shitfaced at the party and then stay the night at, all on the company. At some point during the night, and a few drinks later, Todd had managed to corner her in the women's toilet. He spoke about how happy he was to have her in the company and how he looked forward to a passionate work experience (not too subtle, eh?). Tonya didn't want to offend her new boss before she even started her first day so she tried to politely excuse herself and as she was walking out Todd put his hands around her shoulders. She stopped, instantly frozen, wondering what she should do. He moved his hands around her shoulders to her bikini clad titties where her nipples clearly poked through the thin fabric. She had stupidly thought to make a good impression and worn a skimpy bikini. Great stories had been told about women who were able to control governments and topple kingdoms when they knew how to use their bodies and looks properly. Now she realized too late that it wasn't working the way she had imagined. A brief memory flashed through her mind, about times when she and a friend of hers would muse about how their lives were actually the creations of an Alien race writing out the story of their lives. It seemed to Tonya that her story was turning out to be a trashy sex novel written by some immature little bastard of an alien who obviously thought he knew more than what he really did about how women think. Who the hell did he think he was by putting her in this situation! Unfortunately, Tonya couldn't allow herself the luxery of continuing to fantasize about how her life was all just a badly written story. Reality came back to her with a sudden squeak and a pinch of her nipple. Although the amount of material covering each breast was not small enough to be obscene, it was fairly revealing. He easily pulled the little bits of cloth to the side and began a slow circular motion of massaging her tits, stopping every few seconds to squeeze and play with her pretty nipples. He was obviously drunk, but Tonya hoped that if she allowed him to feel her up for a few minutes he might be satisfied, and she might still have a job afterwards. Her mind was not working as clearly as it should have because of the alcohol she had drank earlier, but under no circumstances did she want to go back to the burger hell she had just come from. When he reached down to cup her pussy through the small "v" of her bikini bottoms she suddenly gave a fake little laugh and jumped away from him, saying that she hoped he was not offended, but that she heard her phone ringing. Todd had never tried anything quite so forward since that time, apparently releasing how much trouble he could have been in if she had screamed, considering that he was in the women's toilet. Months passed with the memory of her firm tits in his hands, and now he was seizing his "opportunity" to get back into that position again. At first he wanted everything, the whole buffet, but she managed to talk him into one magnificent blowjob. Her argument that he would enjoy it more to have a woman actually putting some work into a blow job, rather than just having her lie there like a dead fish while he fucked her, was enough to persuade him. Tonya really hated the idea, but she felt her life would be slowly slipping away if she missed this opportunity for advancement; the bitter cold reality was that this man could make or break her. If she didn't get his recommendation, not only would she not get his job, but it would reflect badly on any future promotions that might come her way. She went to his place and he offered her a couple of drinks and told a few obnoxious dirty jokes to relax a bit before they got started. He didn't want her being a "dead fish" on the job by being too stiff from anxiety, as he knew that she didn't really want to do this. In her own mind she realized that he was right; if she didn't relax a bit she wouldn't be able to get herself through this. She accepted a few drinks, just enough to give her a small buzz and followed him back to his room. Todd wasted no time as he quickly undressed and laid on his bed, sitting up with his hairy back against the back board and flopping his hairy dick around while looking at her expectantly. She was grateful, although a bit shocked (and maybe even a bit suspicious) that he hadn't asked her to remove any of her clothes. She crawled onto the bed and took over the job of flopping his dick around a bit and smiling up at him hoping that a bit of silliness on her part would help her to focus on just enjoying the job (maybe she should have been an actress!). After looking up at his lecherous grin a few times she decided that she would rather not have to look at him. His perverted smile communicated more than any words he could have spoken at that moment. She had snubbed him for months, and now he wanted to rub her face in it that he was getting what he wanted after all. She turned herself around in such a way that her ass was nearly facing him, with her head pointed in the direction of his feet. Her tits just brushed against his thighs. If she had moved over any further she would be straddling him in a 69 position. True to her word (she didn't want to go through all of this only to have him say later that she didn't really try) Tonya gave it her best shot. She hadn't done any cock sucking in the past 11 years, but she would call on all the experience and imagination she had. She stroked him to an erection while he ordered her to lick her lips, occasionally taking his dick in his hand and smacking it against various parts of her face before releasing it back to her care again; more of the same asshole wanting to show off his position of power over her. However, just ignoring his attitude, she slowly began to relax a bit more as the alcohol caught up to her (she probably shouldn't have had that last coke and whisky!) and dipped down on his cock. This bending down motion made her knee length work skirt ride up a bit, exposing some of her well formed thighs, and she tried a few times to tug it back down again, but eventually gave up as she needed to concentrate on the work at hand. She closed her eyes and puckered her fat black lips around his dong as tightly as she could on the down stroke, and used her tongue to play around on the sensitive underside of his dick on the upstroke, using her hand to fill the void of bare skin where her mouth had just been, and removing it again as she worked her mouth back down. The whole time Todd was looking down at this scene softly muttering obscenities about how he wanted her to eat his cock, or for her to use those chocolate lips to make his white dick feel sweet. He had obviously been having black girl fantasies. Tonya worked to a schedule of fast and slow, rarely taking his dick out of her mouth. Occasionally she would allow it to pop out so that she could jack him off a bit and tongue his pink mushroom head before swallowing it all again. Todd was very much enjoying the small slurping sounds coming from her mouth and he was all too happy to let her know in the dirtiest language he could think of; the truth is that she really was working it! After 10 minutes of this Todd reached out his hand and put it on her thigh. Her dress had now ridden up completely over her ass, which was poked up into the air and slowly swaying back and forth as she bobbed down on his cock. She was barely aware of his gentle rubbing on her thigh, as he worked his hand up to fondle the curves of her beautiful bubble butt, and then back down again to her thigh. She had originally put herself in this position so that she would not have to look at him, but it put her in just the right place for him to fondle her ass and everything around it as he leaned back against the backboard of his bed. He moved his hairy hand up high enough so that his fore finger just brushed against her soft pussy mound, as though it were only an accident. When there was no immediate reaction from Tonya, he got a bit braver and increased the frequency of his "accidental" touches, until finally he moved from her thigh to fully sliding his fore finger along the crease of white panty that was now riding up into her cunt lips. Tonya definitely did react to this as she stopped sucking and looked back with an annoyed expression on her face. If she had known how much this stoked his desire to fuck her in that moment, with her ass stuck high up in the air, a string of spit from the tip of his dick to the corner of her mouth, and that look of defiance on her face, she probably would have jumped off the bed right away and said fuck the promotion. However, Todd himself wasn't getting a promotion at work for being stupid, and he managed to convince her that he would cum much faster if he had something to play with while she worked his cock, including an arrogant little wink to remind her that her job was riding on this. He also mentally noted the fact that, besides her objections, she was getting wet. Reluctantly, she went back to sucking his cock again feeling a bit upset that she had gotten herself into this situation and hoping he really would cum faster if she allowed him to continue playing with her sensitive cunt lips. However, a small change was coming over her. The cock sucking was becoming a bit easier as she loosened up, and she hadn't realized just how much Todd's subtle playing with her pussy had subconsciously affected her desires. Despite her personal feelings of shame on the matter, she was getting horny! She hadn't had a sexual relationship with a man since she had left her husband, and she had always wanted to keep it that way, but she had forgotten how good it could feel to have someone else touch her pussy. Despite the embarrassment she was feeling, she allowed him to continue. Todd used his thumb to mash and rub into her pussy hole through the fabric of her panties a few times before slowly pulling them to the side, warping the crotch around the swell of her left ass cheek. Todd was as happy as a sick pervert could be from getting his way. He could see that she was getting wet from his touching and her pussy lips were already swelling up and separating to expose the pink flesh of her inner cunt. This was especially true when he moved the flesh of each ass cheek around in opposing circles; when he moved them together her cunt lips closed up tight, but when he pulled them apart they separated again to briefly expose her soft pink hole before they were covered up again by his ass manipulations. The dirty little game of peek-a-boo with her pussy fired a small explosion of lust in his mind and at that moment he would do anything to conquer this piece of ass. He had been waiting a long time for this, and he was planning to enjoy every inch of her body; he just had to play his cards right. When he had had enough of playing with her ass he spread her cheeks open as far as he could, pushed her legs a bit further apart, and proceeded with a careful inspection of those soft pussy lips. He used his fingers to gently spread them apart and moved his head closer to get a more careful view. He had never seen a live black woman's pussy before and as he smeared the now free flowing wetness from her hole over her slippery lips he found it difficult not to blow his load. But that would be a problem; if he stopped Tonya from sucking his cock in order to prevent his sperm migration she would be snapped out of her lull. He had to find a way to speed up the process of getting what he really wanted from her. He slowly worked a finger into her hole and noticed a definite change in the little noises that her mouth was making; she was softly moaning! He wiggled the finger around for some time and then slipped in another one bit by bit until they were buried up to the knuckles. He then proceeded to gently wiggle them around, in and out a bit at a time, and felt a surge of excitement to see that she was gently (as if she didn't want him to notice, right) fucking her ass back against his fingers! In another minute her body seemed to arch up a bit as she suddenly stopped sucking his cock and moaned in a much loader voice this time, although she was obviously trying to keep it suppressed as she pathetically continued trying to suck his cock to make it seem as though nothing else was happening. The combination of watching her juice squeeze out from around his fingers still embedded in her pussy, the way she was now fucking her slowly gyrating hips and ass back onto his fingers, and the vibrations of her screaming on his cock sent him spinning out of control. He suddenly lost whatever cock discipline he had remaining and blew his load all over the inside of her mouth, with his own loud scream and free hand firmly pressing her head down as far as she could go before gagging. He could actually hear a change in the pitch of her moans as she realized that he was coming in her mouth. She struggled to stop moaning long enough to swallow some of his cum, but she wasn't very good at it, as most of it spilled out from her black lips and back onto his cock. The strong white color slopping out against her juicy black lips helped him to ride out his orgasm on a long smooth wave of pleasure. He had never cum so hard in his life. However, despite the best orgasm he had ever had, he felt a sense of disappointment that it was over so soon and now Tonya would be asking to leave. However, to his surprise, she continued to slowly suck him off and moan a bit as she rode out the last few waves of her own orgasm. He could only guess that she had denied herself for so long that a flood of passion was now spilling out of her. He couldn't be sure if she was even aware of where she was anymore, but he wasn't complaining! Suddenly, he noted the moans; they were being produced in time to the movements of his fingers lodged in her pussy as she was still slightly rocking back on them; this bitch wasn't finished yet! He began a methodical campaign to salvage his plan by slowly working his fingers in and out of her once again. His one goal in life now was to bring as much pleasure to this bitch as he could, because the better she felt, the further she would go. To his delight the rocking of her ass responded to his efforts and, even more surprising, she slowly started real work on his cock once again. Todd prided himself on being able to continue fucking straight after having cum. At times he didn't even need to stop stroking until he came a second time and he silently thanked his wonderful cock for that. He soon realized a new sensation which took him a moment to place. The slime which he had just spurted into her mouth was being mashed between the sensitive underside of his dick and Tonya's tongue. Her lips were so tightly locked around his cock that he wondered if he would be the first man in history to get a bruised dick from cock sucking; time for the next phase of the operation. With a bit of effort he was able to lean forward and get his first taste of black pussy. Using his fingers to spread her lips open wide, he dipped his tongue in and wiggled it around. Then, taking it out, he thoroughly licked all around her pussy lips, sucking first one, and then the other into his mouth and lightly nipping and pulling them between his lips before letting them snap free again. Unfortunately he was not able to comfortably reach her clit in this position, but he obviously didn't need to as she was showing no shame now about fucking back onto his tongue and moaning loudly onto his cock. As much as he was enjoying the cock sucking, not only because it literally felt good, but also because Tonya herself seemed to be happy to keep going for another hour or two, he knew that it was time to make his move or he would lose himself again. He definitely had enough in him for a third trip, but it would take some recovery time and he didn't want to risk breaking the spell. Only after he had put her through a full fuck fest on his second wind, would he be comfortable with risking the recovery time for a third, and likely, a fourth round. He loved the idea that he was turning this usually prudish woman, who had only shown contempt for him in the past, into a real cock slut. When he heard the pitch in her moaning rise a bit he put one hand on each ass cheek and gently, but firmly, pushed her ass down towards his dick. His cock slurped out of her mouth and she tried to resist his pushes, but then quickly turned her head away from looking at him. She didn't want him to see the shame in her eyes that part of her really did want what was coming next! This was a crucial moment when her rational mind would be fighting to regain control at the sudden lack of sexual stimulation and he worked quickly to swing her left leg over his body so that she was straddling him, pushing and working her cunt into a strategic position just over his cock. Dr. Chocolate Dick Ch. 02 His plan was for her to sit on him, and the quickest way to do that was to just push her forward, still maintaining the same basic position where she was facing away from him, but moved down his body a bit. This part wasn't hard as her skirt was up around her waist now, her panties still firmly warped around the side of her ass, and her cunt lips gaping open from the finger fucking he had just given her. Within a few seconds he had her positioned over his dick. He put one hand between her shoulder blades and pushed her as far forward onto her hands as she could so that her ass was stretched wide open, and pulling her cunt open into a gaping "O" shape, which he slowly pulled down onto his cock. It was a beautiful sight for him to watch his fat bulb pop into a hole that was really a bit too small for it, and slide down on combination of cum and spit slush from her previous cock sucking. He took it slowly, using her ass like a steering wheel, to slide her up the pole a bit, and then back down a bit further, up a bit, and then back down a bit further, sometimes using a few little short strokes, and sometimes a few looooong strokes until she was finally sitting on his hairy white thighs. The extreme angle of her bending forward gave him a perfect view of how this particular position naturally caused her ass and fat outer pussy lips to spread apart. He worked this view point thoroughly as he watched his cock sliding in and out of her pink cunt and enjoyed the power that came with using her ass to push up and pull down as he pleased. The satisfaction of finally having his cock buried so deep into her cunt felt almost as good as the physical stimulation; hot, wet, and very snug. Life couldn't be better as he fucked the shit out of this hot mom. Todd soaked in the heat of her pussy as she was grinding now in wide slow circles, moaning a bit with each pass. His cock wasn't even in her as far as it could go, because of the angle, but she was obviously enjoying what she had of it. She used her hands on the bed as support to put everything she had, hips and ass, into dancing on his dick; it was great. No mundane up and down strokes for this black bitch. She was working her shit in waves. It was like one of those nasty rap videos with the dancing girls trying to show off how much they could wiggle their booties. Something had been set free in this woman and she now seemed to have no shame about just how obscene her dirty fuck dancing had become. Her actions grew faster and faster until she came with an explosion on his dick, slowing down to tiny little jerking motions, before a hard slap on the ass from Todd got her moving again. He just sat back as things carried on like this for the next half hour, massaging her luscious ass with a big smile on his face as she worked and moaned. Two hours, and many orgasms later, Tonya stumbled from Todd's car after being driven home. She wasn't really drunk anymore, but she was finding it a bit difficult to walk. Todd had fucked her in more positions than she could even remember; sometimes not even being able to recognize what part of the room she was looking at or where her left arm or right leg was in relation to her body. At one point she was looking up at the ceiling, but her ass was up in the air with her ankles pushed down around her ears and a sweaty Todd standing over her furiously pumping in and out of her. He had even managed to fuck her ass as a result of the way she got so lost in her orgasms and clever manipulation of this fact, on his part. He put first one finger, and then another into her and worked them, until she started cumming from the effects of it. When she came again he quickly pulled his dick out of her cunt and pushed into her now slightly stretched and lubricated asshole. He had used this technique the whole way through, getting her into more and more dirty positions and situations. After reaming her poor little ass for some time he moved to alternating between ass and cunt. However, the ass fucking probably caused her the most shame and embarrassment, not only because she enjoyed it so much, but because he would whisper in her ear that he knew how much she was loving his white cock fucking into her black ass. In fact, he only had to look at the way her face twisted up in orgasm and the moaning she made as she bounced along. He said things about how easy it had been to fuck her and what a great slut she turned out to be. Then he told her that the promotion was all a lie, which he had used to fuck her. At that point she actually started crying, but stopped shortly when another orgasm slammed into her. Of course, Todd was just being a dickhead again by telling her that, because two days later Tonya was promoted after all and Todd moved on to his new job. She wondered how someone could get so much pleasure out of her twisted situation, and tried to ignore a nagging doubt about just how much of it was really his fault. Even if she did enjoy it, he didn't have to be so cruel about the way he used her, but that seems to be the way life goes for some people. Unfortunately for Tonya, the bad news would not end there as she began to get sicker and sicker over the next two years. As for Todd, two years later he was discovered in the home of one of his new black female employees by her boyfriend, caught up in the same old extortionist plot. Todd seemed to have developed a strong desire for the look on a woman's face which comes when she realizes that she is being utterly used like a slut, with no easy way out. The angry boyfriend beat Todd into a bloody pulp before literally crushing his nuts with his bare hands; such was his rage. An earlier stray punch to the throat had stifled his screams, but it was clear from the vomit he was gagging on that he was in quite a bit of pain. He was taken for a drive in the trunk of his own car to be dumped by the side of the road outside of town. After the boyfriend's anger had cooled a bit, a cold fear trickled through his mind. Had he really just dumped a man's body beside the road? Sure the guy was still alive, but for how long? He worked at a hospital and had seen enough to know that Todd's injuries were serious and that there was a very good chance of him dying from internal bleeding. On the other hand, if Todd lived, he would be able to identify his attacker, who had a good job, house, car, and girlfriend; he could lose it all if Todd lived. Unfortunately, the cruel world (or the "real world" as some would call it) had its cruel way again, as the angry boyfriend consciously chose not to call for help to save a man's life. However, a short time later, an ambulance did come to pick Todd up, found by a patrol car investigating the abandoned vehicle, but it was too late. Three hours after his beating, Todd died in a splutter of bloody whimpers on his way to the emergency room at Longfellow General. Dr. Chocolate Dick Ch. 03 "I always saw myself as being such a good friend." Kiesha looked at her watch. 1 Am. Another 5 hours and she could go home to get some rest. It's wasn't that her job was overly demanding, although she did have to deal with some cranky patients at times. She just needed some time to adjust to her new hours. She certainly wasn't going to complain. Dr. Thomas was a much nicer boss than what she was dealing with before and she would do what she could to stay on his good side by being a good employee. Besides, he liked to tell funny jokes and seemed like a generally nice guy. Even though he was her boss, just above the shift nurse, she didn't see him much during the first week of her new job, as he spent some time working on the other floors. However, after a few days she noticed that he was around on her floor more often. That was fine with her, as she had started to hope that maybe he could give her some free advice (maybe even a free consultation or two) on what to do about her mother's worsening condition. She fingered the plastic teddy bear bracelet on her wrist and made a silent wish that things would really work out that way. In her own naive thinking she really didn't realize that her attentions could arouse the appetite of a much older white man. Her flirting was by no means obvious, but in some ways she was deceiving herself about just how good natured she really was. The next day she slept in and then woke up to do her morning house work, and to help her sick mother. It had been two years since Tonya's health had started to decline. Kiesha had tried for a while to understand why Tonya had come home that day crying and disturbed, looking like she had just been beaten, except with no bruises. After a long period of denial Kiesha was finally able to get the truth out of her mother about what had happened that day with Todd. Tonya was fairly honest about how Todd had used his position to extort sexual favors from her, in a not so subtle attempt to warn her daughter to prepare for something similar someday. Tonya knew that, like herself, her daughter had a body that would get her into trouble someday, and that she would not always be around to protect her little girl. Kiesha was a bit traumatized by the news and didn't quite know how to process such a violent new emotion. She didn't realize the world could be so cruel. She was too young to remember much of her father's abuse, and since that time Tonya had worked hard to shield Kiesha from the "cruel world". However, she got her first taste of it at her local church, about two years after Tonya's incident with Todd. Kiesha had attended this particular church for a few years, and particularly enjoyed the youth group. It was a mostly white congregation with a white preacher, which Kiesha felt uncomfortable about at times, but Tonya wanted her to expand her social skills and practice fitting in with white people; it was a white world and she would need to learn that sooner or later. It was one of the bigger and richer churches in town, and she was only able to fit in at all because she had good fashion sense and was attractive. She tried to hide her mother's condition, for fear of ridicule, but word got out in the local gossip circle that Tonya had contracted HIV, especially after her condition worsened, so Kiesha dutifully went in front of the congregation each Sunday during the prayer request time to ask for prayers for her mother. It happened one day, just before church services, that pastor Trenton Dilworth asked to speak with her privately about her mother's condition. Pastor Dilworth was a very prosperous white man with slicked back white hair. He always dressed in very expensive white suits, white shoes, and drove a white Cadillac. He looked very holy and carried himself in a way that looked like he was in touch with God at all times. When preaching he always pronounced his "s" in a long dragged-out way like, "God lovesss you", as though he was very passionate about what he was saying. In fact, it would be totally fair to say that he was as smooth as snake oil when he preached. He had never done anything to make her particularly dislike him, except the time that she was being baptized. He put his hand on her chest to push her backwards down into the water, but while submerged, it slipped over to her left breast and squeezed for a second before moving again when he brought her back up. She was sure that it was an accident but tried to avoid any similar situations with him in future, just in case. Now she felt a bit of hope that perhaps the pastor had some kind of revelation or special news. He invited her into his immaculately clean and furnished private study where he asked about how she was holding up, and about Tonya's condition. Despite his smooth appearance, Pastor Dilworth had a deep gravelly voice which could be used in loud bellowing thunder claps to dangle people over hell fire, or in a soft tiger's purrrr to sooth and comfort. He used the latter with Kiesha now as he explained about how God was able to do all kinds of miracles and that he really believed God could do a miracle for Tonya. At this point he came to stand directly in front of her. As he talked about various examples of healing and comfort from the Bible he placed his hands on her shoulders and began to gently rub. He talked for a few more minutes about examples of healing and comfort from the Bible, before moving his hands from her shoulders to her upper arms, rubbed a bit, then quickly in to cup and massage her breasts through her thin white flowery T-shirt, just as he completed his speech about how he was willing to help her, if she was willing to help him. His breathing had become raspy and beads of sweat broke out on his forehead. All appearance of Godliness was wiped away as he stared like a zombie, rubbing her perfect black titties. Like her mother before her, Kiesha was stunned into immobility. She was standing in Dilworth's luxurious office as he talked about promises of healing for her mother while he fondled her tits. A huge gold crucifix hung on the far wall. This couldn't be right? She didn't know what to do although Dilworth quickly helped her to make up her mind. During the few seconds of silence after cupping her breasts, he assumed she would allow him to continue, so he quickly moved his nervous hands down to the bottom of her shirt, under, and back up the soft flesh of her tummy, bringing up her shirt with them, to expose her breasts. He quickly pulled the thin lacey cups of her bra to the sides and proceeded to massage her now bare tits with enthusiasm. He stared at her chocolate flesh with undisguised lust as his pale white, wrinkly hands moved over them, even pulling at her dark nipples. A few seconds, and tears later, she quickly dashed from his arms and out of the room. After years of a slowly developing fantasy, the tiger had decided to pounce; his obsession finally getting the better of him. He was like a cat watching a little mouse scurry around, but forbidden to do anything about it; not because of restraint by any fence or leash, but by his own human decency. He had failed miserably. Dilworth followed after her, hoping that she wasn't going to have a meltdown in the church, but she was long gone. He breathed a quick sigh of relief, and pounded himself on the head for having been so stupid. He had fantasized about her since she first started developing her body as a teenager and he couldn't seem to stop himself from reaching out to grab her. Even though she was a black girl, he couldn't seem to help himself. She wasn't the first black girl he had felt infatuated with, and he should have learned his lesson by now. He knew it was wrong, but at the same time he couldn't (or wouldn't) stop himself from nurturing a deeply penetrating thinking that "I just don't give a damn!" He felt a sharp stab of remorse and the beginnings of an intense anxiety attack and thought, for a moment, that he was having his own mental meltdown, but then a dangerous fear overtook him. She may be gone from the church now, he reasoned, but what if she came back later to accuse him of something? He could very well be arrested. He had to act quickly. During the service he had another one of his famous "revelations"; this time that Keisha had surrendered her soul to the devil in a desperate attempt to find healing for her mother. He also explained that her mother's sickness was a punishment from God for Kiesha's unholy deal with the devil (of course, no one thought to question the obvious contradiction in his reasoning). He urged that no one should believe anything she said about him, as her first job in return for the devil's services, would be to attack a holy man of God, much like himself, with vicious lies. Dilworth succeeded in turning the congregation against Kiesha before they had heard anything about her side of the story, and their gossip was as nasty as any lie from the devil could be. Some weeks later Kiesha worked up the courage to tell Tamika about this incident. Tammy was a friend from high school, and they had just graduated in the same class. She was always more daring and outgoing and always seemed capable of hearing something shocking, without being shocked. Besides, she had attended the same church when they were younger. As predicted, she was not shocked at all to hear about the incident with Dilworth, but instead seemed to be uncharacteristically angry. She gave Kiesha an earful about how she knew that he was a dirty old man, always going on about, "God this" and, "God that" when he was really just interested in the weekly offering plate and little girls. She carried on about how she would have slapped him right across his wrinkled old face if he had tried something like that with her. She even went so far as to suggest they should go to the police, but Kiesha made her promise not to. She really hated the idea of confrontation and just wanted to forget that it had ever happened. However, Kiesha did briefly wonder about Tammy's strange comment regarding "little girls", as Kiesha herself wasn't exactly little anymore, and she was only one girl, not plural. As her mind raced to certain conclusions and sudden realizations about Tammy's past behavior at the Church, and her unusual anger towards Dilworth, she instantly closed out the dark implications she found there. It's quite amazing how easily the mind can work to forget uncomfortable issues, or turn its back on the suffering of others. Some people spend a lifetime feeling guilty about this or that, while others are able to block those things out so completely that they never remember it again until it's pushed in their faces by circumstances. Kiesha just wanted to forget all about "pastor" Dilworth and anything to do with him. Keisha quickly changed the subject to another slightly less concerning issue; Tammy's new boyfriend. His name was Dr. Peter Johnson; twice her age, and white. Apparently, this was Tammy's way of showing that she wasn't a little high school girl anymore. Although that was technically true, she had only just graduated. Johnson worked in the ARV department of Longfellow General near the emergency room. His job was to interview potential recipients of medication and to process their paperwork. Tammy bragged about how Johnson was so mature; a sophisticated man with a job, and about how he worked out at the gym. He had a nice house and a fancy car, and she talked about how she had never thought she would end up sleeping with a white guy. Tammy was by no means easy and only had sex once before with a boy from her class. She knew that she was hot shit and the boys would be trying to get into her panties but in some ways that made her more determined to be stubborn about giving up the pussy. However, this particular boy had always treated her with respect and seemed to genuinely love her, although before meeting her he had slept around considerably. He was one of the most popular boys in school. She was flattered by his strong emotions for her and one night, after a particularly romantic display from him, she gave in to his desire. When she found out the next day that he caved into peer pressure from his friends to spill the beans about how he had "tapped that ass", she slapped him in the face and broke up with him. He came to her begging to be forgiven, with real tears, but she had never felt for him the way he felt for her and had moved on. He had fucked up and now the pearly gates were closed up tight. Now, Tammy was experimenting with going to the opposite extreme. She seemed to love the rebellious feeling of exposing her "dirty" side and part of that meant dating a 37 year old white man. However, Kiesha detected an undercurrent of false enthusiasm about Tammy's new found fuckbuddy. She mentioned this, and prodded Tammy into sharing what was really going on and how she really felt. With a deep sigh Tammy began to explain how it had been so romantic when they first met. It took two dates before she actually fucked Johnson, and they did it in his bed, at his big fancy house. He picked her up in his sports car, bought her flowers, took her to one of the most expensive restaurants in town, and treated her like a real lady. However, after that first night things became a little less romantic after she gave in to his desires. He began to flip her around into different sexual positions which became less and less romantic, but she wasn't exactly having a bad time, so she didn't complain, much. On the second night of their new sexual relationship, he introduced Tammy into a new world of sexuality, which she wasn't really prepared for. He sat down naked in a chair facing a large closet mirror. Tammy then stripped down in front of him and sat on his lap, wearing only her white panties. He leaned way back in his chair, putting her feet on his knees, and then pulling her knees as far apart and back as possible. Tammy found this extremely exposing view of her body embarrassing, and felt more like a girl in a porn video than a romantic lover. She wanted to get between satin sheets in a dark room and hold her lover closely, with gentle music playing in the background. She had always hated porn but thought that maybe this experience was just part of growing up. She told herself that she was with a real man now, and not some little high school boy, so she should be willing to try new things. Next he rubbed his hands all over her body. His white skin against her dark titties touched a nerve for both of them, and Johnson wasn't ashamed to express his excitement. In fact, he was a very expressive man and made lots of comments about how hot her body was and described in detail how much he was going to enjoy fucking her. When she was warmed up, he started work on fingering her cunt through her panties. When he felt her body reacting to his touches, he moved the crotch of the panties to the side and rubbed his dick around in her wetness. When it was coated with a healthy sheen of pussy juice he slid it in slowly, watching carefully in the mirror as it disappeared into her beautiful black little girl cunt. Johnson didn't worry about condoms, as he had started Tammy on the pill, and could see clearly, based on her reactions to his sexual advances, that she was not experienced in sex and wouldn't need to worry about catching anything. In fact, she told him that she was a virgin and showed him a paper which showed negative test results for HIV. When he fucked her for the first time she felt as tight as a virgin, but he didn't see any blood. She quickly explained that she had experimented with putting a carrot into her pussy, to see what it might feel like to have sex, and popped her cherry that way. At the time he had accepted the explanation with a chuckle, imagining just how far he could go with a girl like that. He allowed some time to rest, enjoying the feeling of being buried in her hot cunt, and played with her clit while rubbing his fingers around the junction where his cock was lodged in her pussy. Then things got really freaky. He commanded her to slowly wiggle around on his cock while she said things like, "ohh yeah fuck me daddy, fuck me daddy, yeahh daddy fuck me" over and over again in a little girl voice. She was a bit frightened by this, at first, but then she caught sight of a flash on her wrist and looked down to admire the new gold and diamond bracelet dangling there. Johnson had bought a lot of nice things for her in the short time that they had started dating. A quick knife stab of guilt later and she firmly made up her mind that she definitely wasn't a slut for money like some other girls she used to gossip about back in high school, or even a slut at all, but this once she could play along with his little game. Besides, she didn't want to be the selfish one in the relationship by demanding that everything had to be her way. Johnson wasn't much to look at, and he knew good and well that Tammy was on his lap because of the things he bought for her, but it appeared she wouldn't admit that to herself. He hoped to use that self deception to string her along further and further into his fantasies and so far, it was working. When he was in high school he had not been very popular. In fact he was a bit of a nobody, really. He had few friends, and no dates. At one point he actually worked up the courage to talk to a beautiful girl, much like Tammy. She didn't exactly laugh at him, but she did make it clear that he was in a completely different class of human being from her and that he should "go find a little friend from the chess club" or something. She probably thought she was being nice about it, but her condescending tone had cut through him more than a cruel laugh would have. Now he was here with one of those hot young girls completely spread open on his lap. He briefly wondered if Tammy had experienced any boys working up the courage to come and talk to her, only to be rejected in the same way he had been. Based on her hot looks, he reasoned that she must have. He decided that he would make up for all the unfulfilled lust never realized when he was younger, not only by him, but by every other young man like him, by fucking this little girl silly. The situation had taken a bit of getting used to, for Tammy, but once she started working her ass and hips around, she got a bit lost in the fantasy (and the orgasms) and really played it out for him, getting off on getting daddy off. He rarely looked her in the eyes, but seemed to be always watching her pussy in the mirror. This, too, had deeply affected Tammy, as she had never looked much at her own pussy before, but now became acutely aware of what it looked like to watch a cock shovel in and out of her. Some kind of slutty curiosity would take over as she noticed how her own body movements caused his dick to mash in and out, moving up and down, side to side. After some forceful encouragement from Johnson she even took to using her own hands to spread her pussy open as far as she could while rocking back and forth, softly moaning at how dirty it all was. She had been raised by respectable society and everyone around her to believe that her vagina was her most private possession. Not only that, but she had been raised to believe that all white people thought they were better than her, and to stay away from them, except for maybe the occasional friend. Even when she fucked that boy from high school, she didn't allow him to look at it when he tried. Now, this WHITE man was reaming her little hole for all it was worth with long slow strokes, and watching every tiny detail of it. She watched his eyes watching her cunt and another moan escaped from her. Sometimes Johnson would be the one to play with her pussy lips as they both watched. He would pull them apart, pinch them between his fingers and take his cock out just enough to fuck her with his fat cock head, watching how her hole grudgingly spread open to allow the first few inches of his cock in. She couldn't believe how dirty he was about it, or that she was allowing him to do it. This was her private little pussy being strung up on public display and she couldn't seem to stop it. Dr. Chocolate Dick Ch. 03 When it came time for Johnson to spunk, he always creamed inside of her and made a big deal of sliding her up and down on his cock, playing with her black pussy while watching his cum dribble and squelch out of her hole. Johnson had experienced sex before, but he had never cum like he did with this girl. He would take pleasure at groaning into her ear, letting her know just how satisfying it was to watch every detail of her clinching pink pussy convulse around his squirting cock. Of course, the night didn't really end there, but Tammy was far too embarrassed to tell Kiesha what happened next. In the end Kiesha suspected Tammy was leaving something out and said so. After some tears and emotional exchanges, Tammy continued with the missing bit of her narration. It wasn't long before Johnson was fingering Tammy's ass, in the midst of some of her more extreme orgasms. She knew, in the back of her mind what that meant, but something was happening in her emotional state, the more he fucked her. Such an extreme introduction of obscene sex can have a profound impact on a young girl's perspective of herself. In Tammy's case, she had started down a path of self denial that Johnson wasn't really a dirty old white man, and she wasn't really a dirty little black girl. He wasn't really about to try to fuck her black ass, and she wasn't really going to let him. A thousand frantic thoughts flooded her mind in the course of a few minutes; the dominant one being a chant-like droning along the lines of, "I'm not really a slut! I'm not really a slut!" Unfortunately, all of those rational thoughts were being filtered through a different kind of flood; the kind that was leaking out all over Johnson's pulsating cock at that moment. The end result of all of this was a young girl momentarily made vulnerable by too many of her own conflicting desires, and Johnson made his move. By this time he had two fingers working in and out of her ass. He removed them; leaned further back in his chair, raised Tammy up with one hand scooped under her beautiful ass, and positioned his cock with the other hand. In a short time Johnson felt his fat pink cock head press against the tight little ring of her anus and pop through. He had thought to loosen her up a bit by using his fingers but it didn't do much to help. Her little asshole seemed to have an elasticity that was tenaciously squeezing shut to keep the remainder of his cock out, and would continue squeezing even as he tried pushing further in, inch by inch. To look at his cock, it really did seem like it was going to be pinched in half, almost to the point of painful, but Johnson pressed on in a heroic effort. From the position that he had, leaned way back into his chair, he watched a clear view of his cock slowly tunneling into her ass just below her gaping, freshly fucked pussy. He felt a small tinge of satisfaction as he noted how much pussy juice was dripping down onto his cock, soon to be caught up in the action of her clinging ass ring sliding around on his sensitive cock skin. When he told her how nasty she was by using her own pussy juice to lubricate her ass, she quickly looked to see that it was true and another moan of embarrassment escaped her. He commanded that she use her hands to spread her pussy open wide and continue grinding, while he used his own hands to grip her thighs and work his cock further in with slow back and forth strokes. He generally tried to stay still during this fucking, as he liked to watch her do the work of grinding on his dick, but for this tight little asshole he needed some leverage for pushing in and out. There was a bit of struggle from Tammy during this process, which was fine with him, as it made the experience much more pleasurable. Nothing like the feel, or sight, of a beautiful young black girl squirming around on his cock, full of life and vigor as her asshole was thoroughly reamed for the first time. When he was all the way in he rested for a minute while Tammy breathed heavily, her body jerking a bit as her ass struggled to accommodate the visitor now buried deep inside of it. He then started the real action, slowly moving in and out and then working his own hips much more than before. He pumped her asshole in a grand spectacle of primal, animal fucking movements designed to be as nasty and as exposing as possible. He held her legs out high and wide as she balanced and wiggled on his pole, and sometimes brought them close to one another to see her pussy lips mash together around his dick. He also liked the way this position accentuated the shape of her wide hips and ass more clearly. An added bonus for him was that her vocal performance increased dramatically through a long series of moans and groans, some short and fast and some long and slow, in response to his stroking. No gentle music here; just the sounds of slishing and sloshing, grunting spasms, and ass cheeks slapping. She even tried looking back at him a few times, with a twist of agony, lust, and shame written on her face; it was so pathetic that he nearly creamed just looking at her. All the passions of a truly perverted white man were fulfilled that day as he could see on her face the reality of her nasty ass fucking dawn on her. What had once been the forbidden hidden honey pot of lust for so many boys (and teachers) at her school, the classically desired black Barbie doll, had now become a cream pie toy for Johnson to play with as he saw fit. Tammy admitted to Kiesha, when she had finished narrating her story, that after this incident she had felt a bit bad about how far things had gone, but that she was confident Johnson was helping her to grow up and be more mature. Kiesha tried to explain that the relationship didn't sound like it was good for her friend, and that she should be careful about these white guys, but Tammy said that it was just a necessary part of maintaining the relationship. She fingered a lovely gold chain around her neck as she said this. It was an obvious reward (or payment, depending on your perspective) from Johnson, for her compliance with the ass fucking he got from her, but she was pretending that part didn't really happen. Each time Johnson fucked her ass, he would buy her something nice, and she would pretend it was because he really cared about her. Dr. Chocolate Dick Ch. 04 Even though Johnson obviously only saw Tammy as a sweet black piece of high school meet, one side benefit of her sexual relationship with him was that she was able to get favors out of him more easily. She had even asked him to pull a few strings at the hospital to get Kiesha a job there working as an orderly. A few days later Kiesha was in. It also helped her chances that Johnson liked Kiesha and secretly wanted to fuck both her and Tammy at the same time. Each girl by herself was enough to cause distraction, but both of them together was enough to cause any man to run over and start humping their legs. Kiesha wasn't interested in older guys, and certainly not older white guys, but she did want the hospital job that Johnson was offering. She wasn't racist; she just didn't feel comfortable with Tammy dating him. However, Tammy seemed content to fuck him so it worked out well for both of them in that aspect. Although it should have been obvious, she hadn't quite put it together yet that Tammy was receiving "gifts" for her sexual relationship, or that she was lying to herself about this. Tammy wasn't interested in any hospital jobs Johnson had to offer, even though he tried to get her on the same job as Kiesha, mostly because he had fantasies about fucking her in the hospital. He explained to her about how hot it would be to fuck her doggy style on his desk, cream inside, and then watch as his cum dribbled out of her pussy and onto some official documents, much like he had been doing to her for the past few weeks in his own home. However, Tammy had already found herself a job at a nice seafood restaurant called "Captain's Fancy". It was easy to convince the prick of a manager there to hire her, as she only had to wear a short skirt, bend over a few times, cross and uncross her legs, and hey presto, job! Her flirting was obvious, his reason for hiring was obvious, and Tammy thought she had it all under control. Kiesha didn't really think Johnson was such a nice guy, after having met him, and was a bit surprised that Tammy was already sleeping with him after only having known him for such a short time. She had always been so protective of her body in the past. Kiesha thought that Johnson was turning out to be a clingy jealous boyfriend. However, because Kiesha was Tammy's best friend, the three of them spent a lot of time socializing together. This suited everyone except Kiesha, who was beginning to feel more and more uncomfortable around Johnson. He had been making it more and more clear that he was attracted to her, (out of Tammy's sight, that is) and she didn't know what to do about it. At times, when the three of them were hanging out, Tammy would leave the room to go to the toilet, or to the shops to buy something, and Johnson would try little ways of touching her. He was particularly fond of accidentally touching her ass. One night, Tammy was called away on to fill an emergency shift at her job. It was Saturday night and she had to fill in for someone who was sick. She rushed out of Johnson's house leaving him and Kiesha behind with lots of apologies about needing to leave in a hurry. Kiesha got up to leave too, but Johnson said that he wanted to speak to her about some work related policies from the hospital. He brought out some wine and offered to rub Kiesha's shoulders. Before she could decline he had moved behind her and started a gentle rubbing. He talked about how lucky he was to have two beautiful girls to "spend" his attention on. Apparently he thought that Kiesha would sign up for the same gift exchange program that Tammy was operating on. At this time he dipped his hands down the front of her chest, still pretending it was all just part of the massage, to briefly touch her tits, before moving back up again. He was testing the waters. However, Kiesha did her best to act like a cold fish and shrugged her shoulders a bit to indicate that she got the message but wasn't taking the bait. When that didn't work, Johnson changed tact. He asked Kiesha about how things were going at work and if she liked her job. The obvious implication was that he got her the job, and he could take it away. He knew why (at least, he assumed he knew why) she was so desperate to get that hospital job in the first place; she was hoping to use it to get some inside help for her mother. Once again, he tried dipping his hands down onto her titties, but this time she didn't move and neither did he. Why did everything in her life revolve around sex? Johnson continued groping her tits for a few minutes and then removed one hand. Kiesha thought for a minute that maybe he would stop, but then a feeling of dread came over her. Was that a zipper she just heard? In the next moment she felt something strange rubbing around on the back of her neck. It didn't feel like fingers, but something a bit more clumsy and floppy. The sound of Johnson's breathing had increased. Kiesha slowly turned her head around to see what was happening, only to find his fat, white cock in his hand, gently brushing and tapping it against her cheek. Her eyes opened a bit wide in surprise but Johnson wasted no time. He moved the cock head to her lips and pushed. They separated a bit but he was stopped short by her teeth remaining closed together; she didn't want this! An internal conflict was going on in Kiesha's mind. She thought Johnson was serious about his threat to take away her job, and she knew he could do it. Maybe if she just allowed him to play with her mouth a bit he would be satisfied. She remembered her mother's story about how the same thing had happened with Todd. What was she going to do now? Johnson smiled down at her and tried again, using the tip of his dick to play with her pretty pink lip-glossed lips before trying to push in again. She alternated between trying to purse her lips closed and relaxing them while he rubbed his cock all over. Her mind was racing and she couldn't decide what she wanted to do. How valuable was this job? What would Tammy think? Johnson felt a sudden surge of electricity as he noticed a fat drop of pre-cum bubbling out of the tip of his cock. He carefully smeared it on her bottom lip and then tried to maneuver as much of it as he could to the inside of her lips, making a dirty little game out of it. Then he tried pushing in again. Her lips parted a bit more and he pushed a bit harder, feeling a sense of victory that he was about to fulfill his fantasy of fucking both Tammy and Kiesha. However, he could tell by the way her eyes had narrowed to angry little slits that she wouldn't be as easy as Tammy. She looked so much like a spoiled little brat refusing to take her medicine. He had to tread carefully if he was going to succeed. Instead of trying to brutally force his whole cock into her mouth, which would surely frighten her away, he pushed just a little bit harder until she finally gave way and opened her teeth to allow only his fat cock head to slide all the way between her fat glossy lips. He was thankful that she had worn the lip gloss, not only because it really did make her lips look more full and attractive, but because it acted like a lubrication. She didn't look ready to use her tongue and he needed something to help him slide inside. He contented himself to just fuck the tip of his cock in and out of her lips for now, marveling at how he was getting some play from his second black girl. Even though he was not fully fucking her face, just the fact that he had at least the tip of his cock resting on her dark pink lips was a huge achievement for him. Slowly by slowly he would come to fuck this little black girl, just like he had fucked her best friend. Eventually he would fuck both of them at the same time. He most looked forward to moving his cock, stroke for stroke, from Tammy's pussy to Kiesha's pussy and then back again; back and forth, back and forth. He wanted to put their pussies side by side for an in-depth comparison of the two beautiful cunts. While imagining this scenario in his mind, he managed about 10 little mini strokes on her lips before bursting forth with a load of cum. Usually it would take much more than that to make him blow, but the reality of what he was doing to her was so intense that he couldn't stop himself. He prepared for it by quietly putting his hand behind her head without touching her. As soon as he started spurting he used that hand to hold her head in place, long enough to launch a few fat dollops of the sloppy white goo into her mouth. He wasn't able to hold her like that for long and as she pulled away he got off a couple of shots to her face, one on the eye and another just to the side of her nose. Kiesha jumped back with a trail of his baby batter dribbling from the corner of her mouth, and ran out of the house in tears. Kiesha hadn't actually sucked his dick, but Johnson had a smile that could easily brighten the gloomiest day. The next day she tried to tell Tammy about the incident, which was a big mistake. Johnson had mentioned to Tammy that, after she had gone to work that night, Kiesha expressed some jealousy about the nice way he was treating Tammy, and complained that she wasn't getting the same nice treatment from any man. He further explained that Kiesha had tried flirting with him, in the hopes of maybe getting some nice jewelry like he bought for Tammy, but as Tammy's friend, he had tried to let her down gently and explain that Tammy was the only love in his life. Tammy was flattered by the nice things Johnson was saying about her and totally believed his story, but because she was really only interested in the nice things Johnson was buying for her, she assumed that Kiesha was the same way. Johnson knew Tammy better than she knew herself and he used that understanding to manipulate Tammy into taking his side. Her greed and guilty conscience about having become his cum slut had led her into believing that her best friend had turned against her. Tammy and Kiesha had a huge fight which ended in both of them walking away from the other, but that was not to be the end of things between Keisha and Johnson. Over the next few days Kiesha tried to avoid Johnson, while she performed the duties of her job and looked for ways to help her mother. Johnson himself was laying low for a bit, while things cooled off with Tammy, but eventually he came around to talk to Kiesha at work. He found her sweeping a hallway. She was cold to him at first, but he didn't waste much time in telling her that he knew she was looking for help, and he could offer it to her. In fact, his department was the exact one which Kiesha needed the most help from. She didn't realize this before, but as he explained, she could see that he was telling the truth. Her mission was a difficult one from the start. She first had to locate the correct department, spend time developing a friendly relationship in that department, make a contact in that department, and then somehow cross over into the hospital "black market" without being arrested for it. She had no idea how to do all of that, and yet, here was the answer to all of those issues standing in front of her. Johnson himself was the contact who could help, and he had the position to do it, too. She went back to his office with him to discuss the details of their "arrangement", feeling sick in her stomach. When he closed and locked the door he took her by the shoulders and guided her down into a chair across from his desk. Kiesha felt a momentary sense of relief that perhaps he was willing to be reasonable, since he hadn't started groping her right away. Johnson gave a brief explanation that he had researched her mother's case, and then explained exactly what she needed, and that he would meet those needs. Then he named his price. He wanted a blow job from her every day for the first week, then he wanted to fuck her pussy for the next 2 weeks, fuck her ass for the next 5 weeks, and then involve her in a double whammy with Tammy. After that she would continue receiving weekly installments of medicine for as long as she participated in his plans. His thinking was that Kiesha was different from Tammy, and he needed to take things a bit more slowly. He couldn't just ask her to get up on the desk right now and fuck her ass. She would need time, but in the end he was confident she would become his cock slut. Besides, he would also need time to work Tammy into agreeing to the twosome. He could be patient and he had a plan for both girls. With Tammy, he had already started her on nasty sex toys and humiliation. Next week he would introduce her to one of his friends who would eventually fuck her for a week. Then he would introduce her to double dicking, both he and his friend fucking her together for another couple of weeks. His thoughts were interrupted by Kiesha's small voice. He was surprised to hear that she was trying to haggle with him, at the same time that he was thrilled that she was going for it, even if she wanted to change the conditions. She would suck his cock three times a week for the first month and then he could have sex with her once a week for the next two months. She was naturally a fairly shy person, but she had managed a surprising amount of conviction when saying this, although it was clear to Johnson that she was on the edge of crying. He thought she might be on the verge of walking out altogether so he calmly agreed to her terms. It didn't matter because he was confident that if he just patiently kept up the pressure, without trying too much too soon, she would eventually be on the same level as Tammy. Kiesha asked if the treatment could start right away. Of course, he had already prepared for that, because the sooner he fulfilled his end of the bargain, the sooner she would start on hers. He dropped a package of ARV's on the table, enough for one week. She could walk out of the office with them right now if she stepped up to bat (so to speak). Johnson was no longer trying to hide his lust, and he started fondling his cock through his pants right in front of her. Kiesha gave a little nod of her head and he practically jumped up out of his chair and skipped over to where she was sitting. She just sat there not doing anything so he explained the ground rules for how she should do her job every time, except when he told her otherwise. She was to unzip his pants, remove his schlong, and then do a convincing job of enjoying what she was doing. To make it more interesting he would give her a reward. If she could make him cum in the first 10 minutes he would excuse her from one cock sucking session. What she didn't know is that he had already jacked off twice before going out to talk to her, in anticipation that she would agree to his conditions. Even though he was extremely excited about what was happening, he believed that he would last longer than 10 minutes, because of his pre game warm up. She would have to work hard to make it happen, and he felt confident that she was desperate enough to avoid another blow job that she would really try to make him blow before 10 minutes. Kiesha nodded that she understood what he was saying and removed his half erect cock. She was really feeling sick about what she was doing, but at least now she had a way forward after being dicked around by insurance companies, greedy doctors, and pharmaceutical companies for the last 12 months. She had only ever sucked a dick once before, but she didn't think it was all that complicated. Fortunately for her, the guy's dick she had sucked at that time was very patient and specific with her. He worked hard to get some play from her and had been very careful about explaining what she should do to please him. She slowly stroked the full length of Johnson's cock, not knowing how to deal with the conflicting feelings of revulsion and curiosity at the same time. She was being forced into this situation. Did it really matter if she was feeling a bit curious, maybe even a bit turned on, by the weight of his white meat in her little hand? Was it her fault that she started to wonder what it would be like to suck on a white cock? She felt a sick curiosity building up in her and hated herself for it. She definitely didn't want to be there, and yet, the reality was that she was there. Like any young girl (or any human being, for that matter) the chemicals in her body responded to the eroticism of the opposite sex so bluntly displayed in front of her, while at the same time her rational mind rejected the owner of that sexuality. How could she let a white man do this to her? From memory, she knew that, ultimately, she needed to do what would make his cock feel the best to make him cum. That probably included something like looking up at him, using lips and tongue effectively, making noises, and jerking him off. Then it occurred to her. She could spend most of the time jacking him off, and very little time sucking him off! He probably wouldn't even notice the difference if she could make it feel good enough. He would probably have his eyes closed most of the time or be looking up at the ceiling. She looked up at him to confirm if her suspicions were correct. Unfortunately, she was wrong. He was staring down at her with a bit of an impatient look on his face. He must have realized what she was thinking, based on the fact that she was still jacking him off, and ordered her to release his cock. She was now only allowed to use her mouth and no hands. Damn! Kiesha resigned herself to the fact that there would be no easy way out of this. He ordered her out of the chair and onto her knees with a further order to put her hands behind her back; her 10 minutes had just started. She quickly got her mind together and poked the tip of her tongue out of her mouth. Johnson had also clasped his hands behind his back, and twisted his hips a bit, smacking his cock against her chocolate face in anticipation. It was humiliating, but Kiesha persevered. She already knew he was an asshole; she just had to get this over with. She touched the tip of his cock with the tip of her tongue and left it there for a minute, as he slowly moved his hips. He could see that, despite his offer to excuse her from a cock sucking session if she could make him cum in 10 minutes, he would need to help her along. He ordered her to stick her tongue out as far as she could and hold it there. Then he took his cock in one hand and guided it to her open mouth, where he pressed the tip of his cock down and slowly slid into it, along the length of her tongue. Kiesha squeezed her eyes tightly shut and held her breath. He withdrew and gently tapped his cock on her tongue, before sliding along its length again, while explaining that she would need to use her tongue to slide along his cock, just like he was showing her. It was one thing to see his cock, but to feel it's shape and texture sliding on her tongue felt so nasty to her, not to mention the fact that in this particular pose, with her hands clasped behind her back, she looked like a fish coming up to the surface of the aquarium to beg for more food. He played with her mouth a bit more before brining his cock to rest on her outstretched tongue. He told her to stop being shy and to get to work. She slowly retracted her tongue at the same time that she moved her opened lips closed around his cock head. With a slow sigh, she tightened her lips and moved her head down the length of his shaft, while using her tongue to caress the underside of his dick. Hospitals are famous for being quiet places, even more so than libraries in most cases, and this hospital was no exception. In fact, the silence actually seemed to amplify the gentle smacking sound of Kiesha's mouth closing over Johnson's cock. It was a particular kind of slishing sound; that unmistakable noise of nasty dick sucking. All of that playing around he did with her opened mouth had naturally caused a large build up of saliva and now it was squelching all around on his cock and between her lips. When she had gone as far down as she could reach, she pulled back up again and looked up at his face to see if that's what he wanted. Sure enough, he had a big smile on his face. He patted her on the head and told her to continue. She slid down again and then back up, using her tongue to create as much slippery friction on his cock as she could. The size of his dick in her mouth actually made her experience a moment of claustrophobia but she got used to it as she slowly continued working him up and down. As she became more accustomed to the job, Johnson noticed that her head movements had changed from a robotic kind of simple up and down motion, to a more erotic rocking and grinding kind of motion, like she was bobbing up and down to the rhythm of a strong dance beat. He also noticed that she was taking in more of his cock with each stroke, leaving a healthy shine of spittle covering a large stretch of it. This bitch would be ready for deep throating soon! Dr. Chocolate Dick Ch. 04 Her eyes were closed now as she concentrated on getting him off. She felt herself slip a bit more into that grey area between just doing a job to get what she needed, and actually enjoying the job. For her, sex had always been an extremely intimate ideology, something you only do with someone you really care about; something you should really enjoy. That ideology was now coming back to haunt her, as she felt ashamed to realize a wetness leaking from between her legs and trickling down. She had trained herself to believe these things and now that she was in the heat of an intense sexual encounter, her mind was locked in a struggle to process the differences between what was happening here with Johnson, and what should be happening between her and someone she genuinely loved. The build up of emotional stress, work responsibilities, strained relationships with her best friend, and now this new internal conflict caused a small rupture in her ability to discern what was happening to her. A flood of chemical biology splashed over her mind and caused a lapse in reason. As a result her slurping noises became more audible and nasty. It wasn't until she heard his low groaning and moaning that she realized she could hear her own little high pitched moaning sounds. He was now grinding his hips into her mouth; his eyes always watching as her lips swelled and stretched around his pale pink pole. Those fat black lips working his white cock meat made so much difference to the intensity of the sucking. The fact that she was not able to use her hands meant that she had to rely even more on her lips to do the work of balancing on his cock. She briefly remembered how Tammy had said that he liked to watch. She felt a new shame come over her to realize that the same thing she had tried to warn her friend about was now happening to her. The depth of her shame and the intensity of so much sexual stimulus caused a breaking in her spirit. Something inside of her gave up trying to fight against what was happening and just go with her animal instincts. A few brief tears flowed for a minute before they dried up and a new person took center stage. At first she had been reluctant to use her tongue, trying to touch it to his cock as briefly as she could. Now that she had slipped so far past the limits of decency, she began to use it without shame, never taking it off his cock for a second as she worked it back and forth, just behind her grasping lips. Every contour of his cock was being continuously massaged at some point, either by her lips or her tongue. In the heat of the moment she had finally crossed over from being a reluctant cock sucker, to genuinely enjoying his white cock. His pace quickened a bit and in response her pace also quickened. A solid 15 minutes of her just working his cock like a pro passed by. She even discovered a sexy little tilt of her head that fit nicely into the up and down rocking motion she was using to slide around on his cock. Moaning from both of them increased in volume as her pace increased. Kiesha worked her mouth hard, sliding along the length of as much of his cock meat as she could. She half opened her eyes to look at what she was doing and could clearly see her black lips stretched out around his white cock and sliding along on a thin layer of spit from her mouth. The image of her proud lips wallowing back and forth on his cock, the shame she felt at getting wet from the cock sucking, the obscene noises filling the room from both his and her mouth, the crushing reality of the whole situation, and the way he kept telling her to suck his white cock like a good little black slut all combined to cause an explosion in Kiesha's cunt. Her eyes suddenly squeezed shut and a loud scream erupted from her throat as she orgasmed. Of course, this was more than Johnson could have hoped for, and seeing this once cold little bitch screaming in orgasm on his cock pushed him over the edge; it was like Mozart to his ears. He grabbed her head and pushed deep into her mouth, releasing everything he could muster, with long loud gasping noises of his own. The sudden flood of cum rushing into Kiesha's mouth was too much for her to handle. She accidentally swallowed some of it in choking sobs as her throat struggled to release more moans of orgasm, but most of it spilled out of her mouth. As their respective orgasms subsided, Kiesha continued to slowly move hear mouth along the length of his cock, like a girl who had never learned to stop sucking her thumb. His cum was trying to stick to her lips and to his cock at the same time, resulting in long sticky strands of slop between the two as she moved. Most times when a guy creams, the girl thinks the job is over and gets up, but one of his favorite perversions was for a girl to continue sucking his half hard dong after he had just blown a load in her mouth. Kiesha was doing an admiral job of this, apparently without even realizing it. It's like she had gone to planet orgasm and lost her return ticket. However, after a few more minutes of coming down from her orgasm she suddenly opened her eyes to find Johnson staring at her. She let his cock pop out of her mouth with a few sticky strands of cum slowly stretching out between them and breaking as reality came crashing back down on her. Why he was staring at her so intensely? Then she looked down and realized that, at some time during her cock sucking, she had gotten up off her kneeling position on the floor and into a squatting position on her feet, froggy style, which had allowed more flexible head bobbing access to his cock. Because of this position, where her feet were close together, but her knees spread wide apart, her knee length white work skirt had ridden up her thighs and worked its way around her ass. She further discovered that her right hand had moved between her widely spread legs and down into the front of her little pink bikini panties. Johnson momentarily wondered if he had just found the cure for homosexuality. In fact, he felt a sudden urge to slap any man who didn't get hard at what Kiesha was doing. She had been practically dancing on her hand, dramatically rocking her hips back and forth in time to her loud moaning. It was a nasty display of wanton finger fucking and ass grinding. He had seen many women orgasm while sucking cock (usually from another guy fucking her at the same time) and almost always, the woman will stop the cock sucking for a short time to ride out her orgasm, like she's not really interested in doing both at the same time.. However, Kiesha seemed to be a rare gem, even more so because she wasn't a porn star, or even experienced in sex. It was like she was so hungry for his cock that she didn't want anything to interrupt her, not even the freedom of screaming out her orgasm without something (like his fat white cock) poking at her vocal cords. If it had been on video, he could have sold it for a million dollars. Kiesha quickly backed away on the floor. She looked up at the clock and saw with shock that she had been sucking his cock for a full half hour. A wave of embarrassment and shame crashed over her as he poked his slowly deflating cock through the handholds of the plastic bag containing the pills and left it to hang there. Reaching out a shaking hand, she quickly pulled it off and ran out the door. He noted with a bemused smile that she had forgotten to wipe the massive globs of cum from her chin and around the sides of her mouth. The next two days were not very pleasant for Kiesha. She didn't see Johnson again during that time, but her next cock sucking appointment was coming soon. She didn't know what to do. She couldn't believe that she had lost herself so easily. She definitely didn't want another experience like that with him, although she hated herself for enjoying it on a sexual level. In fact, the guilt she felt from having orgasmed was causing a real war within her heart. How could she have been such a slut in front of that dirty old white man? Her mind flashed back to the image of her fat black lips smothering his cock just before it exploded in her mouth. When she had opened her eyes in that moment, it was like she was watching herself work his cock in slow motion. The image was burned into her brain and just remembering it caused a stirring in her pussy. She had never seen a white dick before, and certainly not in such nasty circumstances. What would her friends say if they had seen what she was doing with him that day? She had always been the one to tell them about how important it was not to act like a slut. Was this the same thing poor Tammy was going through? She felt a sudden sense of remorse for not having been more understanding. They were still not talking, but maybe, now that she had a better idea of what kind of person Johnson was, she might be able to reason with her. A seeping kind of bitterness slowly started to take over Kiesha's mind, when she thought of Johnson. What a bastard! How could he use her like that? It's true that she was wanting something from him; something illegal, but she wanted it for a good reason. This guy was just a dirty old man. The fact that he had caused her to enjoy something so pornographic, and that he knew she enjoyed at least some of it, stabbed through her heart. Through circumstances beyond her control he was forcing her to do something immoral. Images of the dirty twist of satisfaction on his face as she tongued him flashed through her mind, causing her to become increasingly angrier. Even after he ejaculated in her mouth she still kept sucking him off, and even finger fucking her self in front of him. His lecherous smile haunted her thoughts. She began to think of ways to hurt him. She definitely did not want to stab him with a knife or cut his dick off, although she did consider it. Maybe she could damage his car, or throw a rock through his house window, or maybe she would give in to temptation and just give him what he wanted. She could just fuck him to death, and then he would be sorry. That would be so ironic. Kiesha's religious upbringing suddenly came back to her as she realized the seriousness of where her thoughts were leading and she felt a pinch of guilt for wanting to be so cruel to someone else, just because she had been treated cruelly. It wasn't a very nice thing to do, to play with life and death like that. Despite the horrible experience she had with Dilworth and his congregation she tried not to be bitter towards some of the better things she learned while there. She remembered one particular teaching which had stuck with her over the years; no one is totally evil. It's hard to say that there is no good in anyone, because that conclusion would be a reflection on all of humanity; including her self. Even Dilworth may have some good in him, somewhere. Sudden flashbacks burst into her mind as she struggled to accept the truth in that teaching. How could it really be true considering people like her father, Todd, Johnson, and Tyrone? She had been cruelly hurt by all of these people. However, despite all that had happened to her, Tyrone was the one she found most difficult to forgive and apply this teaching too. Back in her senior year of high school Tyrone had dated Tammy for a few months. It seemed that he really loved her, and all the evidence suggested that he stayed faithful to her despite having had many, many girlfriends previous to his relationship with her. He was a popular guy, and a bit of a playboy, but somehow Tammy had calmed him down. She didn't even realize she was having that affect on him, and they had what looked like a good relationship going. Eventually Tammy broke up with Todd over rumors that she had slept with him. When Kiesha asked Tammy about it, Tammy denied the rumors and explained that Tyrone had been begging her for some action, but she wouldn't give it to him. She suspected that his friends made fun of him for having slept with so many girls, but not being able to fuck this one, and he made up stories to make himself look good. Kiesha had secretly liked Tyrone and thought she noticed at times a few hints of him returning the feelings, but that he was mostly focused on Tammy. Tammy didn't seem to be very upset about the break up, but Tyrone was crushed. He spent a lot of time in depression but tried hard not to show it. Over the next few months he and Kiesha spent more and more time talking, as she tried to cheer him up. She even spent some time trying to get Tammy to talk to him again, but Tammy argued that if Kiesha was so concerned about him, then maybe she should be the one dating him. Eventually that is what happened, as Kiesha herself was only slightly less attractive than Tammy. It didn't take too long for Tyrone to get over his hurt feelings, especially when Kiesha showed an interest in him. A few weeks into their dating and Tyrone asked her out to the high school prom. She agreed and during the lead up to prom they had a good time. She even developed real feelings for him, although she didn't know if it was real love. During prom night they did the usual things. Tyrone was happy that all of his friends respected him once again for dating Kiesha, (the guys at school had a secret nickname for these two girls, always referring to them as the "fuckables") and Kiesha was happy to be dating one of the most popular boys in school. She didn't actually want to have sex with him, although she knew that everyone knows that everyone has sex on prom night. She hoped that it might be different for her, and she believed that Tyrone cared enough about her to respect her feelings on the issue. She even had a little speech planned out in the event that he tried something. She rehearsed it over and over in her mind, so that she wouldn't have to read it from a piece of paper; that would certainly be embarrassing! Her last ditch plan was to offer to suck his dick to satisfy him, and leave it at that. After prom they headed out to one of the more popular "make out" sights where he tried to get into her panties. When her speech didn't work, and he continued trying to get a hand between her legs, she went to her fall back plan and offered to suck his dick. He gladly accepted and put her to work for a little under an hour, teaching her how to do it properly. She really got into it and he ended up creaming in her mouth, which she was not as upset about as he thought she would be. Kiesha felt satisfied that Tyrone seemed happy and satisfied and they drove off to an after prom party. She drank way too much coke and whiskey and ended up in a room alone with Tyrone. However, Tyrone had also had a bit too much alcohol. Even though he had earlier promised Kiesha that he was satisfied with the blow job, he wanted to make another try for her cherry. He wasn't a violent drunk, but he was very persistent, and Kiesha was very pliable, even when she wasn't drunk. Tyrone was also being fueled on by pride. His friends made a big deal about how he was the only guy in school who could actually hope to date and fuck BOTH of the fuckables; they all wished they could be him. Well, he certainly was going to fuck both of them. He would show that bitch Tammy that he didn't need her. Tyrone got Kiesha onto the bed and had her strapless evening gown pulled down over her luscious titties, massaging and sucking passionately on her cute little nipples. She rarely let him have a piece of her tits, as she was so protective of them, so he was enjoying every minute of it. She had her eyes closed and was softly murmuring her speech again. In her condition she probably thought she was on the steps of the white house delivering a powerful message to the nation about morals and values, but in reality, her incoherent mumbling was heard only by the vanity of her own mind. Tyrone released the tit he was sucking on with a small pop and a jiggle, to sit her up straight. He unfastened the clips at her back and pulled the evening gown down off her well proportioned body as she flopped back onto the bed with a little squeal and a giggle. The freshly exposed chocolate flesh of her thighs and hips, crowned in cute little pink strawberry panties, caused him to growl with lust. In his mind her flesh almost seemed to shine, like smooth creamy chocolate flowing down from heaven into the shape of an angel. He got on his knees on the bed beside her and rubbed her yummy tummy with one hand and the insides of her thighs with the other. Her legs just naturally parted as he pushed a bit. There was an obvious spot of damp on the crotch of her panties and he put a finger to it. An immediate sighing sound slipped from Kiesha as he gently rubbed the opening of her pussy through her pink panties. He pushed her thighs up higher and further apart, so that her pussy lips bulged out through the stretched panties into a little mound that was easier and more erotic to massage. After some time Kiesha was consistently releasing little moans of pleasure. She had her eyes tightly shut and her mouth half open, as her hips slowly started to grind onto his hand. When the wetness had totally soaked through, Tyrone closed her legs together and pulled at the thin sides of her panties, down the hips, up the legs, over the knees and off. (Well, almost off. They actually ended up hanging off of her left ankle). Back up and apart her legs were pushed again; Tyrone couldn't help himself any longer. He positioned his cock at the entrance to her slightly parted pussy lips and pressed in. He had fucked many girls, but in his drunken rush of excitement to fuck a girl like Kiesha, he forgot the cardinal rule: always thoroughly prepare a girl for the fucking. Sure, he had fingered her through her panties a bit, but she hadn't even orgasmed yet. He would usually go through a lot more effort to get a girl hot, especially in a situation where she was likely to object. His alcohol saturated mind and his confidence that Kiesha was in the same way caused him to rush his work. He squeezed the tip of his cock in and felt a sudden release of pressure as the head slipped past the tight ring of her pussy hole. He continued to push, but failed to notice the subtle shift in Kiesha's moaning. It had changed from "dazed delight" into "penetrating pain". As he pushed further her eyes opened a bit and her moaning became more like a plea for him to stop. When he was all the way in he rested for a moment, relishing the tight squeeze and satisfaction of having accomplished his goal. Kiesha's moaning also rested, but in that time she became more aware that a body was lying on top of her and something was in her pussy. She started to raise herself up. Suddenly, Tyrone became aware that she was snapping out of the daze and he moved quickly to cum before she was all the way out. He pumped in and out of her quickly, no longer caring about how she felt, but only trying to find release. The desperation and urgency of finishing his fuck with her, before she resisted enough that it could be called "rape", pushed him to an orgasm in just a few short strokes. Of course, it also helped that her pussy felt just like a slice of heaven; hot, tight, and in high demand by every other guy she ever met. When he had finished, he tried to lie down beside her and cuddle, like nothing except pure loving romance had just taken place, but by this time she was crying and struggling to break free of his hold. She finally managed to pull herself away and seemed surprised to find that she was totally nude. She quickly found her dress on the floor and slipped it back on as quickly as she could, while Tyrone was talking about how much he loved her and asking her to come back to bed. She ignored him, picked up her purse from the table and fled from the room. She couldn't find anyone else in the house that she knew, but she did see and hear an awful lot of moaning coming from youngsters like herself fucking inside rooms and even on sofas in the living room. Seeing other girls spread open in various stages of fucking around the living room was like a lightening bolt of reality to her; she had just been there, and it's not where she really wanted to be. She even noticed a few other girls who also looked like they were struggling to get free. One guy had his hand forced down over the mouth of a girl she knew from math class, who had helped her many times with difficult equations, in an obvious rape situation, while he quickly moved in and out of her. Kiesha didn't want to know about all that. She just wanted to get away. Dr. Chocolate Dick Ch. 04 She ran from the house and started the long walked home. A police car spotted her and fortunately they were two female cops. She was obviously in bad shape and they offered her a ride home. Along the way they asked if she had gotten into any kind of trouble, and said that they could take her to the hospital if she had any "incident" to report. It was prom night for one of the biggest high schools in the area and she was in a prom dress that hadn't been zipped up properly, walking alone and crying in the middle of the night. It wasn't hard to guess what had happened to her. However, Kiesha hated confrontations and asked only to be taken back home. She finished out the ride in worried silence desperately hoping that it was her own pussy juice still dripping from her cunt, and not Tyrone's jism. Kiesha never spoke to Tyrone again, but she did try to forgive him, not only for what he had done to her that night, but what he had knowingly done to her for the rest of her life. She probably could have sued him. However, she had gone with him to prom, she had gone with him to the after party, she drank lots of alcohol, she had gone with him to the upstairs bedroom with her stupid little speech all planned out. What a bonehead she had been. Could it really be called rape, the way she was moaning like a whore on that bed? Her nipples were still sore. If he had been more patient in warming her up she probably would have enjoyed the fucking, at least until morning when she was sober. In the end she didn't know, but she did know for sure that she had made it clear, before going to that party, that she didn't want to have sex. It's true that she didn't say "no" at anytime, but Tyrone knew that she was completely drunk when they entered the bedroom later. Now she was in a similar situation with Johnson. Could it really be called rape? She certainly didn't want to do these things with him, but it's not like he was forcing her too. She just didn't have any other way out, just like her mother didn't have any other way out; just like Tammy had no other way out. A sudden flash struck her. Who's to say that she didn't have any way out? Or that her mother had no way out? Couldn't she just NOT fuck Johnson? Sure, it would make things harder for her mother and herself without the medicine he could provide, but it's not like he was pinning her down to a table. She could always say no, and try to find some other way, even if it was much harder. Her conscience felt a sudden wash of relief as she resolved to break her deal with Johnson. He would just have to find his black sluts somewhere else (well, he already had one other black slut but Kiesha planned to try talking Tammy out of that relationship again). She knew he would not take the news well, but she would try. The only real leverage he had against her was that he could supply her with medicine. If he tried to make trouble for her about stealing medicines he would have to explain how she was able to steal them. No one would believe that this attractive young girl was using sex to force HIM into doing something he didn't want to do. He would have to let her go. A sudden thought that she could actually turn the tables around and extort HIM, by threatening to expose their deal, flashed into her mind. She could still get the medicine without having to be his cum slut. However, Kiesha's renewed conscience quickly dismissed that. For starters, she would be doing to him exactly what she was upset with him doing to her. Secondly, it was too complicated. If she tried to play the same slimy game as the sneaky snake himself, she would almost certainly get bitten. She knew that she was not the brightest bulb in the batch, and she didn't want to have anything more to do with Johnson. This thought sparked an image of how nasty she had been when sucking his white cock to come to mind, and she quickly tried to push it away; another one for the "don't touch under any circumstances" box in the basement of her mind. She would ask him for a transfer to some other part of the hospital, and he would arrange it, or she certainly would make trouble for him. The next day Kiesha was still riding on her high of new found conviction and went to talk to Johnson. She told him that she was not interested anymore, and that she would find some other way to help her mother. Johnson did his best to keep her from leaving. He even tried reducing the terms of his agreement, almost begging her not to go. He was no dummy and knew that Kiesha was one of the hottest pieces of ass he had ever seen, not just because of her looks, but because he had personally witnessed a hidden desire deep within her that caused her to change into a completely different person. However, when not indulging that desire she was a good girl, and the only leverage he had on her was his ability to help her get medicine. He was certainly pissed off, and there were other ways he could think of to coerce her into more sexual flings, but he knew that people who push too hard for something forbidden always end up on the shit end of the stick. He had other irons in the fire that he didn't want to risk just for this one girl so for now he would lay low and give her what she wanted; a transfer to a different part of the hospital. He used some of his connections and got her transferred up to the 7th floor in the tower. She had specifically requested somewhere quiet, which was a relief to him, since it seemed like she didn't want to do much talking; she had earlier hinted that she was not afraid to spill her guts about their deal. She could do a lot to hurt him and he was thankful that she at least wanted to go quietly. Kiesha felt a wave of relief and success as she started her new job, working the night owl shift up in the tower. It was great to be away from Johnson's area of the hospital, and she liked her new boss, Mr. Thomas. He was friendly and spoke to her like she was an adult. After some few weeks, though, the strain of her decision to break the deal with Johnson had come back to haunt her thinking. Her mother was getting worse and worse, and Kiesha still had not found a way to help her. She had tried many different angles with insurance companies, doctors, and pharmaceutical companies, with limited success, but all of them only caring about money, which she had very little of. She had tried programs to help low income families, which had helped for a quite a while, but eventually became a dead end as she and her mother fell through the cracks of an overworked and underpaid system. To Kiesha's revulsion, she began to rethink Johnson's offer. She hated herself for it, but she had even had a few dreams, where she was back sucking on his white meat again, and loving it. There was something so primitive and dirty in sucking a man's cock that she couldn't expel from her mind. One night she woke up fondling her pussy to orgasm. After a fairly powerful orgasm she went through another valley of depression, hating herself for having masturbated to the memory of his cock. After a lot of double minded confusion, she finally decided that she was not in high school anymore, and she was able to make some sacrifices. She would go to Johnson and ask him to agree to fucking her once a month in exchange for the medicine she needed. Based on the way he was acting when she had broken the original deal, she was sure that he would be happy to agree. She arrived at his house late in the afternoon a few days later. His car was there, as well as another truck. She knocked on the door, but no answer came. As she was about to walk away, she decided to have a look through the front window, as she wanted to take care of this business before she lost her nerve. Unfortunately, the front window was closed. She decided to have a look around the corner of the house. Just behind some bushes, she spotted a side window. The curtains on the window were partially opened. She noticed a bit of movement through the thin curtain and was about to tap on the glass when she bent over and looked inside. Her whole body froze, except for her jaw, which had just hit the ground in surprise. Inside the house she saw Johnson, Tammy, and two she didn't recognize. Tammy was on her hands and knees on Johnson's plush living room carpet, with a rather large man mounted on her beautiful hips and fucking in to her pussy with short fast strokes. His body was slapping against her wide hips, working in a panic. His tongue was hanging out slightly as he panted heavily with effort. The scene would have been a bit comical, if wasn't for the fact that Kiesha was witnessing her best friend being fucked like a common slut. Not only that, but there was another man she didn't recognize with a digital video recorder in his hand, and was filming the whole thing. Johnson had introduced Tammy to sex toys within a couple of weeks of their relationship. She had done dirtier things just sitting on his lap and it was fairly easy to get her into playing with them on a regular basis. He fucked her ass and pussy together for the first time using a huge white dildo shoved up her pussy while he reamed her ass. Then he introduced her to a friend of his, using the story that this friend was in the sex toy business and wanted to "observe" Tammy testing out a few new products. Tammy reluctantly agreed after Johnson convinced her that this would be a lucrative business deal for her and that he only wanted to watch. The first time he didn't touch her, but just watched Johnson fuck her with dildos. Tammy herself couldn't quite believe that she was allowing a complete stranger to watch her being fucked; he could see everything! This was especially true since Johnson was going through special efforts to show her body off in embarrassing ways. Slowly, over the course of the next two weeks the stranger started "demonstrating" how Johnson should be using the sex toys on Tammy. During this time the stranger became involved in actually fucking her with the dildos, which soon led to him touching her with his own hands (Kiesha only agreed to his "demonstrations" in the first place because he had promised not to use his own hands to touch her). After each session he would hand a white envelope over to Johnson who would then take Tammy out for a night on the town, which ended up with him buying her some lovely piece of jewelry or another. All through Tammy's school years she was desperate for popularity. She had the natural good looks, but she didn't have the consumer good looks. Her keen fashion sense was wasted on second hand clothing, which was all her family could afford. However, she was not as dull as Kiesha, and organized a clothes swapping program with several of the other girls in school. They would coordinate on what expensive bits of fashionable clothing to buy, and then mix and match among themselves. Because they were able to be creative with the many combinations of clothing they had all accumulated, it was rare for anyone outside of the little club to notice that all the girls were wearing the same clothing off and on. It worked for some time, but Tammy had always hated the humiliation she felt at having to share clothes with other girls and the fights that often came from several girls wanting to wear the same clothing at the same time. Now, she had a chance to rise above all that. She could have all the fancy clothing she wanted, all to herself. She was wearing expensive jewelry, all for herself. All she had to do was play along with some of Johnson's more bizarre games for a little while longer. It's not like she was doing anything different to every other house wife who fucks her husband who then goes out and buys her nice things. Despite the visitor's promise, it wasn't long before he was rubbing Tammy's clit and finger fucking her while pushing a dildo into her ass. She tried to protest a few times, through short little bursts of moaning, but both Johnson and the stranger just ignored her. A few days later she had become so used to him rubbing her pussy while sliding large dildos in and out of her, that she barely noticed when he slipped his very own hard white cock into her cunt. She tried feebly to move away, in the midst of an orgasm, but he just ignored her like she was a piece of property and kept pumping. He fucked her pussy for some time, before moving to her ass, flipping her around into various positions. Things continued down this path, with Johnson eventually joining in for a threesome. Soon other men started coming, one at a time, to fuck her with Johnson looking on, and joining in occasionally. Now, Tammy had her ass stuck way up in the air, and her face buried in her hands on the carpet as she was fucked by this large beast of a man who was dripping sweat all over her vibrating ass cheeks. Kiesha had never liked "muscular" men and felt a sense of revulsion at seeing this man fucking her friend. It looked as though he had worked hard to build his upper body as it was muscular and tan, but his lower body was a disgusting disproportion of skinny, pale legs and ass. Tammy tried to protest, but had become so accustomed to Johnson telling her what to do that her protests amounted to little more than formalities to them both. She didn't really like what was happening to her, but she had forfeited her will so many times, that deep down she wondered if maybe she really was a slut. She had cried to herself many times, but now felt trapped, and was too ashamed to ask anyone for help. What would she say, "Please help me stop fucking"? All of Kiesha's senses became heightened at seeing what was happening. She could hear long groaning sounds coming from Tammy. It sounded like she was in the middle of a string of orgasms. The guy with the camera moved in close to her black pussy, where the beast man was sloshing in and out, putting the camera way up close to the action. Johnson got down on his knees next to Tammy's ass and the camera, and put a hand on the guy's back, slowing him down to a stop. He then put his other hand on the guy's cock and slowly removed it from Tammy's gaping pussy, only to slowly push it in again. All of this was being done for the benefit of creating nasty penetration shots for the camera (not to mention for himself). He removed the cock again and this time wiped it all around Tammy's sopping black pussy lips, pushing it just a bit in and out of her pink hole. Of course, a filthy narration accompanied all of this. Tammy then completely surprised Kiesha, by reaching a hand back between her legs to grab the guy's cock and try pulling it back into her pussy again. Her hips were grinding back in an effort to catch what her body was craving. Tammy's rational mind knew that there was something very wrong with this whole scene, but once she got warmed up she found it difficult to stop; her body had been well conditioned and trained. Johnson spotted this and announced to the camera how this cute little black bitch was begging for it. He then allowed the cock to slip all the way back inside her, and walked around to where Tammy's head was. Using his hand to pull her up high he slapped her face a few times with his floppy dong before telling her to open up for daddy. She instantly obeyed and suckled his white cock into her mouth. Within seconds he was at full mast and Tammy was blatantly deep throating him with ease. Kiesha could actually see Tammy's throat muscles working his cock, and realized that she must have been getting A LOT of practice to be doing it so easily with him. Kiesha knew from personal experience! Johnson took his ease in and out of her mouth, with one hand on his hip and the other on her head, like a man enjoying a windy day on an expensive yacht, while she eagerly slurped and licked like a true cum slut. The two men seemed to develop a team rhythm, as though they had both silently agreed to fuck this black girl like the bitch that she was. After some further minutes of solid fucking motion the man on her ass gave a long grunt and stopped moving. The man with the video camera quickly squatted down next to him, and then zoomed in close to Tammy's leaking pussy. Cum came bubbling and slushing out around the guy's cock as it fidgeted in her pussy, and the camera man got it all on close up. His excited narration about what a great show it was sent Johnson flying over the edge into his own orgasm straight down Tammy's throat. However, he quickly pulled out and squirted a few splashes of it onto her face, smearing it around with the tip of his cock, while she continued to moan. Johnson wasn't much bigger than the average man, but he was proud of managing 4-5 solid squirts of cum with every orgasm; the guy actually measured it! Kiesha was repulsed by the whole scene and tried to stand up to leave, but found herself unable to move, waiting to see what would happen next. She should be busting down the door to rescue her friend, but reality is rarely that heroic. Johnson and the camera man were talking about how great the scene was, while the other guy who had just been fucking her slapped her ass, stood up, and went to have a seat on the sofa; his boney feet rubbing together in a warm glow of satisfaction as he sat down. Tammy just rested there on the floor, panting heavily and protectively cupping her gaping pussy with a hand reached back between her legs. When the two men had finished talking, the camera man signaled to two other large men sitting side by side on a different sofa across the room, both of them quite fat. They looked like rich business men nervously sitting in their underwear with one of them trying to smoke a large cigar in his trembling hand. Again, it would have been comical except for the reality of the situation. He brought both of them over to where Tammy was still waiting on her hands and knees and directed one of them over to her head. With some prompting from Johnson, Tammy reached out and pulled his plain white underwear down. Within seconds the pink tip of his hard cock was bobbing up and down in front of her face. She felt a slight bout of nausea as she saw how fat the man was, but still reached out a delicately manicured hand to grab his dick and start a slow pumping motion. After further prompting from Johnson, which it seemed he had to repeat several times, she put her head to the tip and sucked his cock into her mouth. She sucked with long slow strokes, using her hand to jack him off at the same time. The camera man then handed the camera over to Johnson, and moved behind to Tammy's ass, stuck way up in the air once again, and slipped his chunky white cock into her steaming cunt where a small trickle of the previous guy's cum was still leaking out. He pushed in with a loud sigh and began a steady and slow rhythm, using his hands to separate her ass cheeks for maximum viewing of his penetration. He even smacked her full ass cheeks several times, bringing a loud screaming kind of moan from Tammy as she continued to work the fat man's cock. After some time the camera guy worked up a faster and harder rhythm, causing a wet clapping sound as his hips smacked against her sweaty ass cheeks. He let out long groans as Tammy herself struggled to keep up with her cock sucking at the same time that her whole body was being rocked by the pounding it was getting. Her moaning was now coming out in time to his nut sack swinging down and smacking her swollen little clitty with every stroke. He rubbed his hands all over her body, reaching around to fondle her tits and slowing down to long slow stokes in and out of her pussy again. Tammy reached another orgasm, almost biting the fat man's dick in half but he wouldn't allow her to take it out. The sudden squeezing and heat caused the camera guy to yell out in pleasure as he pumped in to her as hard as he could. The sheer violence of the smacking caused Kiesha to flinch a bit, but Tammy just yelled all the louder. Not long after this, the fat man gave a little whimper that didn't sound like what a man of his size should sound like, and started spurting all over her face. Johnson quickly ordered her to put his cock back in her mouth to eat the cum, and she obeyed. She slurped up the last spurt before dropping her head to the floor in a long sigh of exhaustion. Johnson quickly grabbed her hair and lifted her head up, telling her to show the camera the fat man's cum in her mouth, to swish it around using her tongue, spit it out onto her lips, and then lick it back into her mouth again, all while looking into the camera. Her modest green eye shadow created a sensual contrast to her black skin that Johnson felt was sure to sell in a big way. Dr. Chocolate Dick Ch. 05 "Please don't hate me." Up on the 7th floor of Longfellow hospital tension in the air slowly increased for Dick Thomas. He could easily take the night off and go home to get away from the tension, but something stopped him. There was so much that called out to him to leave it alone, but what would he do for the next few weeks, or months, or years if both he and Kiesha stayed in the same job? He couldn't get away from temptation just by leaving for one night. He asked himself to carefully assess what it was that he really wanted. Did he really want to cross the line into extorting sex from this girl? Did he really want to cross the line into stealing from the hospital to help her? He had very rarely used his position to gain personal favors and advantage, and even when he did, they were very minor occurrences. Hell, everyone at the hospital did such things, but there was an unspoken rule that they be very minor issues. What Kiesha's mother needed was not minor; it was a major expense. Another point that pushed him on was the fact that Kiesha was not exactly repulsed by him. In fact, she seemed to respond to some of his attention in a positive way, but he could never be sure if it was just her good nature, or if she was subtly hinting that she would be agreeable to his suggestions. He felt so overwhelmed with lust that he really couldn't tell the difference between genuine friendliness and sexual attraction. This mystery caused his imagination to flourish with all kinds of "what if" fantasies. It really did feel like a drug, causing his mind to slow down and cloud over. He had to constantly remind himself that he held the lives of many people in his hands. Although he was on a relatively slow floor for the hospital, he still had responsibilities. If he made a mistake he could easily cause the death of a patient. In the dead of the night, Dick finally decided that he had had enough. He approached Kiesha around 2:30am while she was wringing out a mop in the store room. This room was quite large and had several shelves of supplies, a sink with a counter, and a small table off to one side. The room had an automatic locking door every time it closed, which needed a key. The only person with the keys was the person who was responsible for the jobs which the store room would be necessary to complete; Kiesha. In his fantasies he imagined that it would be the perfect place, as no one would be able to suddenly walk in on them. He walked into the room with a big smile and started a friendly chat with her, moving the bucket she had used to wedge the door open, to show that he wanted to conversation to be confidential. At least, he was hoping she would take it that way. Although he had never "cornered" her in a room before, the situation was not particularly inappropriate, yet. He was just chatting with her as a friend. He started by commenting on how she seemed to be down in the last couple of weeks and in particular that she was quite upset tonight. He wanted to know if there was some way he could help. Dick's pulse was racing frantically as he said this, giving a bit of special emphasis to the word "help", wondering if she would pick up on it. Of course, Dick didn't really want to help Kiesha just for the sake of helping her. He wanted something in return. His forehead and face started to sweat and he had trouble keeping his hands steady, which was significant considering that he was a doctor capable of surgery. He didn't want to just rush right in and start groping her. His whole plan revolved around testing out the waters to see just how desperate she was for help with her situation; he had to play it smooth or he could very easily find himself with a sexual harassment lawsuit on his hands, or, at the very least, prosecution from the hospital itself for misconduct. He would never be able to work at another hospital again if that happened, despite his many years of loyalty to the company. There was a long list of up and coming young doctors waiting to take his place on the payroll. Could he really do this? He had not yet crossed the line, and could still back out, but he was enjoying the adrenaline rush of flirting with danger. He wouldn't actually do anything; it was just playing around with a fantasy. He felt a strong burst of excitement at seeing how far he could push the limits. How far could he go in hinting before it became clear to Kiesha what he was really trying to say? Would he notice the look on her face in that moment when she caught on to his hinting for sexual favors? Would she give any indication that she was willing to hear more? Would he be able to tell the difference between that and a warning from her not to continue? What if, in his excitement, he mixed up the signals and tried pushing too hard when she was really trying to get him to back off? His mind raced with possibilities. Although Dick already knew about her mother's condition, he didn't let on that he did, and waited for an opportunity to suggest some kind of help from him, to see how she would react. When she explained her frustrations about insurance and greedy doctors, Dick jumped in with a quick joke and a chuckle about how not ALL doctors are greedy, obviously implying himself. Although Kiesha was too dim to understand that Dick was making a joke about himself when he said this, she immediately agreed and said that he was an example of a good doctor, giving him a warm smile with those "please fuck me now, Daddy" eyes. Dick felt a rush of excitement as it seemed Kiesha was responding positively to him as he led them both down a dangerous road. Dick carried on from there by explaining that there were many cases like hers, where people were struggling to find ways to help their loved ones, but sadly, not many people are willing to go through what it takes to get the help a "good doctor" can provide. Dick felt he had emphasized "good doctor" a bit too much as it was obviously a reference to himself, and immediately felt that he had rushed things too much with this last line, as it was obviously implying that he was willing to help her if she was willing to pay the price. However, he felt another rush of excitement at how bold he was being, and was sure that his pink face must be flushing completely red by now. He was playing with his fantasy and really pushing the limits now! In some ways he felt he had a bit of insurance, because he was being careful to use double meanings in what he said, so that he could always claim ignorance later, and also that Kiesha herself was not so bright. He could go quite far in flirting with danger and playing the game, and she wouldn't catch on. It was a classic illustration of denial, because he really did want her to understand. Kiesha looked at him for a few seconds, with a puzzled look on her face. It was so cute that Dick had trouble controlling the flush of heat that came to him. His cock was rapidly hardening and he was rubbing his hands on the sides of his lab coat. She finally responded by saying that she had tried every way that she could think of, but nothing worked out. She bit her bottom lip and became noticeably agitated at this point, like she was remembering something embarrassing or uncomfortable. Emboldened by the game he was playing, he reached out to place a hand on her arm and rubbed softly, saying that there were people out there who cared about her, and that she shouldn't rule out any way of helping to save her mother. He felt a bit bad about using her mother's condition as leverage to remind her of how desperate she was, but he was slowly drowning in a sea of lust. It became harder to think rationally, but his other brain was sharp as a tack. Although he didn't consciously think about it, something inside of him instinctively understood that there would be a HUGE difference between Kiesha being bluntly told that he wanted sex from her, and her coming to that conclusion on her own, based on the leadings he was giving. If he just came right out and told her what to do, he thought she would develop and immediate resentment to the whole thing. But, if he could lead her into coming to that conclusion for herself, even if it was only in her own mind, then he could be more blunt and she would feel less inclined to blame him for it. It was a manipulative trick, but it certainly wasn't mind control. Kiesha quickly looked at his hand rubbing her shoulder and smiled again, although this time a bit more nervous. He detected that she was starting to pick up that he was trying to tell her something between the lines. He quickly noted the uncomfortable look she had just experience, when he told her about not excluding any method of helping her mother, and commented that he understood that the world could be a cruel place. He felt hurt that she was feeling hurt by that cruel world and wanted to help her. Kiesha looked up at him with a look of hope in her eyes that begged for him to continue with what sounded like good news. Was he really saying that he wanted to help in her situation? She had already told him that she could not afford the treatment, and yet here he was, talking about helping her. Was this really a bit of light at the end of the tunnel? Had she found her hospital contact after all? She eagerly responded that she would appreciate any help he could offer and how great it was that someone finally understood her situation. Dick felt a bit annoyed that she seemed to be moving in the direction of thinking of this more as a legitimate pro bono kind of situation, so he tried again to steer things back onto what he was really getting at. He explained that it's true that he understood her situation very well, but the kind of help she wanted would not be easy for him to provide. He would be taking a lot of risk with his position and asked her if she was really prepared to take that risk with him, looking her deep in the eyes and putting one hand on each shoulder this time, rubbing in a slightly suggestive way. What was he doing? This was certainly going further than just playing around, but still he lied to himself. His hope was that she could take this message two different ways. She could assume that he was asking if she could keep it a secret if he risked his job to help her out of the goodness of his heart, which was why he was suddenly being so serious and secretive, or she could assume that he was hitting on her, which is why he closed the door and was now rubbing her shoulders in a way that was completely inappropriate for hospital staff. Or, she could assume both, which is what Dick was hoping for. Dick felt a surge of excitement as Kiesha glanced down at his rubbing hands and seemed to finally catch on to what he was suggesting. He didn't know if he had done such a great job with his theory of getting her to stumble upon the sexual aspect of his offer for herself, but he did get the distinct impression that she was now comprehending the idea without him having directly told her. She looked back up at him with a pleading in her eyes, now begging him not to be the kind of man that it seemed like he was slowly turning out to be. When she was in school she got a secret thrill from the popularity her sexy body had brought to her, but now she was beginning to hate every inch of it. It only seemed to bring her trouble. On the other hand, she experienced conflicting emotions that this body seemed to be the only way to save her mother. Memories of how much her body had enjoyed sucking Johnson's cock and watching Tammy get gang banged by rich fat white men eroded her confidence. Maybe she was doing the wrong thing by denying what a slut she really was. How could life really be set up this way? She had to be bad to do some good? She had to become a slut to save a life? Kiesha had faith in God for a long time and had always believed that God wanted her to be happy. Why was he now forcing her into a situation where she had to go against him to be happy? It seemed like an unfair contradiction and she felt a pulse of anger flow through her. Unfortunately, Kiesha had never considered that maybe God's will was bigger or more important than her own. She could only see that he was doing something to make her unhappy. One day everyone was going to die, and she had never come to face that fact of life. Now that the reality of death was creeping up on her, she was in a panic. She felt another pulse of anger, for God and towards this man who now seemed to want the same thing Johnson had wanted. She felt anger towards Tammy, Tyrone, and Andre. They were all only interested in one thing. Her eyes watered a bit and a fountain of buried bitterness welled up inside of her. She didn't want this, but deep down she had snapped and decided that Dr. Thomson deserved exactly what he was asking for. Dick noticed the watery eyes and felt that he had just pushed things too far. He quickly removed his hands and made a motion for the door while telling her that everything was going to be okay and he was glad that they had a chance to chat. His heart was pounding and his face felt numb at what he had just done. However, just as he was about to turn the knob on the door, he heard Kiesha quietly whisper the word "ok". He turned around to see a blank look on her face. She looked like someone had just seen her whole family murdered in front of her. However, Dick quickly pushed those thoughts away as he played that word "ok" over and over again in his mind. Had she just agreed? If he had been using the same rational brain that got him through medical school, he would have noticed a reason for concern in her sudden behavioral change, but as it was, he was running on adrenaline and an excitement of exploring the unknown. Despite his recent near heart attack, he had to investigate further. He could not be 100% sure that the "ok" was meant in the way that he wanted it to be meant, and so he still had to be a bit careful in how he approached the situation. He moved closer to her, explaining how he would get help for her mother and that everything was going to be okay, as he again put his hands on her shoulders and started rubbing up and down her arms in a way that was obviously sexual. She didn't move away and her face revealed no hint of surprise, so Dick continued, feeling like his face was about to pop from so much blood and adrenaline rushing around. He moved his hands down her arms to where her hands were resting and then moved over from her arms to caressing her hips. This was the absolute moment of truth for Dick. If there was any doubt at all in Kiesha's mind about what was happening, she would know for certain now what Dick was after. He massaged her slender waist and moved his hands around to her back slowly moving them down to her fine ass. He watched her face carefully, to see how she would respond, but she just looked down. Massaging her beautiful ass cheeks through her pants, he relished the reality of finally touching them, like he had dreamed of so many times. A man stumbling from the desert after 10 years and falling into a swimming pool would not have been happier. After some minutes his breathing had noticeably increased. Excitement was pumping through his veins faster than he could process it. He pulled his hands away from her ass for a moment and turned her around, walking her over to the table. He wanted to get a better look at that ass. When they had walked the few steps to the table he stood bent her over at the waist, so that she put her hands on the table and was leaning far forward with her ass sticking up and out. He massaged her with both hands, moving in big wide circles. After some time he straightened up and pushed the large bulge in his pants against her ass and began a slow gentle grinding against her. He used his hands to pull her hips back against him for some time, and then slowly moved them up, under her shirt and then further still, up her smooth tummy and onto her tits. She instinctively moved her arms further forward, so that she was leaning further forward on the table, almost bent over at a right angle. This caused her ass to poke further out and rub against his cock. He gave a small groan as he cupped her firm titties and massaged them around in big circles. He felt her up through the bra for a while, before pulling the cups away and grasping her bare tits for the first time. Those puffy little girl nipples that had so inflamed him when he first looked down her shirt were now rubbing around in the palm of his hand. He moved his fingers to softly pinch and roll them, before giving a small tug and release. Kiesha's breathing became a bit heavier as her body was manipulated. Dick was no expert at love making, but his total desire to fully experience every inch of her body caused a strange reaction in Kiesha. He spent a lot of time touching her softly, caressing her gently, and lapping up her sheer beauty. Some might have accused him of idolatry, as his long repressed desire for her body bordered on worship. It's like he was so interested in her body that he had accidentally stumbled on to the secret of making a woman truly orgasm. If every guy spent this much time and effort getting a girl warmed up there would be far less books on "how to" masturbation. Dick had fantasized plenty about her ass, tits, and pussy, but he had become so infatuated with her that he wanted to experience every part of her. He bent forward and kissed her neck and shoulders, loving the feel of how delicate they were. In his imaginings it had not occurred to him just how soft and sexy a neck could be, and now he couldn't stop himself from kissing and licking there. Without stopping he lifted her arms up and pulled her shirt off. In another few seconds her bra was unsnapped and flopped on the table. While her right arm was still up he bent further forward, turned her body slightly, and draped her arm over his shoulder so that her ass was still mashing against his cock, but her waist slightly turned towards him. He then proceeded to carefully examine both tits, marveling at their color, size and shape. The chocolate cream of her nipples against the white skin of his probing hands brought an almost visible flash of passion to his eyes. Taking a little nipple into his mouth he began to suck like a baby getting his life's nourishment. Despite Kiesha's anger and resentment, her shame and guilt, she couldn't help but be turned on by the intimate position of being squeezed up so close to this man while he ground his crotch against her ass and sucked on her titties from behind. She watched him alternate between sucking, licking, pinching, and massaging her nipples. When he suddenly caught on to the sound of Kiesha's increased breathing he felt another surge of excitement. Maybe she would really get into this! He let her tit pop out of his mouth and straightened back up again, while pushing her back into her leaning position on the table. He put his own leg in between hers and spread them further apart, while repositioning her a bit further away from the edge of the table, and causing her to lean far down onto her elbows. He noted with satisfaction that her nipples just slightly brushed against the table as her firm tits jiggled with movement. Then he looked straight at the prize. Her spread crotch was just inches from his face. He placed both hands on her ass again and rubbed in circles, slowly moving closer and closer to the area where they joined together between her legs. When he got close he brushed his hands against that little mound of pussy that had been accentuated by her snug fitting cotton pants riding up as she bent over. He reached up and hooked a finger into the sides of those pants and slowly pulled them down, watching as the bare flesh of her ass was slowly revealed. Kiesha pulled her legs closer together so that he could remove the pants completely, without having to be told to. That was nice. He pushed them down to her ankles and she stepped out of them, still wearing her little white socks and tennis shoes. She started to work her legs back apart again but he stopped her saying that he wanted to see the way her little pussy mound bulged out from her tight pink panties just below her ass cheeks while her legs were close together. He moved a hand up her legs to rest on her ass again, squeezing and playing with them as they revealed more of her pussy mound when he massaged them apart. He then used his thumbs to gently finger that mound of pussy, sliding them up and down her little bulge. She breathed heavily, putting her head down to rest on the table. Dick slowly increased the pressure of his thumbs rubbing on her pussy lips through her panties, and when he felt the moisture saturating them he couldn't take any more and reached up to pull these down as well. She let out a little gasp when she felt the cool hospital air touch her now exposed pussy lips and because he was now looking directly at her most private place. Dick watched every second of her cunt being exposed and nearly cried at how beautiful it all was. She was perfect. Once again, she lifted her tennis shoes up, and off went the panties. Dr. Chocolate Dick Ch. 05 Dick moved his hands back up to her ass, as he had done before, and continued his thumb exercises. He rubbed the soft flesh of her pussy lips in little circles, enjoying the sight of a real black pussy. He slowly started to part the lips, and at this time he told her to spread he legs wide apart. She obediently complied. As she did so, he noted some of the pressure keeping her pussy lips closed had released when she shifted. He put his thumbs back into play and opened her up for his first look at the soft inner pinkness of her hole. It was smaller than his little pinky finger and he wondered how he would ever manage to push his cock into that thing. Well, she would probably loosen up after a bit of finger fucking. He also wondered if she was a virgin. He certainly couldn't imagine anyone ever having penetrated this little hole before, and he said as much to her, asking if it was true. After asking again, she quietly whispered that, yes, it was true. That was good enough for Dick. He went back to playing with her pussy, but wasn't satisfied with the limited spread he was getting. He wanted something a bit more vulgar. However, he did like this position of examining her from behind so he stood and lifted her right leg up and laid it on the table so that all her weight was on the remaining leg. He bent back down with a pleased look on his face, because now she was spread wide open. He was also pleased with the nasty position she was in, as it really accentuated her firm legs and ass. He bent forward and touched the tip of his tongue onto her pussy lips. She immediately pulled her hips forward to get away, but she didn't have anywhere to go. He follower her with his tongue and touched her again. Eventually her muscles became sore and she had to relax a bit. When she did, her hips moved back to where they were which pushed his tongue right into her pussy hole. She did this suddenly and Dick wasn't expecting it, but it was a nice little surprise. Kiesha let out a little moan as he started working his tongue around inside her well opened hole. Occasionally he would back away to play with her pussy lips and just gaze at the folds of her slippery pink cunt. In all the porn movies he had watched he had always been disappointed that the camera work only very briefly rested on the gaping pussies of the many black girls he watched being fucked. Now he was in control of the camera angles and could examine, poke, prod, lick, spread open and finger fuck this little pussy as much as he wanted, and that is exactly what he did. He moved a finger up and slowly inserted it into her tight wetness. He thought back to the many mornings when he would wake up horny and humping his pillow, wishing it could be Kiesha. Sometimes he thought it was so real, that he would feel a genuine kind of "heart break" when reality came crashing back on him. Ironically, now that he was experiencing the real thing, it all felt like a dream. The juice just kept flowing, making the penetration a bit easier in her tight hole. He worked his middle finger slowly in and out of her, watching as the rounded walls of her cunt grasped his finger as he pulled out and pushed in. How many people had lusted after this? Now here he was taking it any way he chose. He moved his other hand to where her clit was and rubbed the flesh there. Kiesha started slowly rocking her hips at this point and breathing much more heavily. Dick moved his mouth down and slurped her clit into his mouth, gently sucking. Without warning, Kiesha buried her face in the shirt which had been removed earlier and was now grasped tightly in her hands, and bucked her hips wildly against Dick's mouth. A sudden gush of pussy juice flooded out around his finger, down her already slippery cunt lips, and into his mouth. He reached out his hand to grab her right thigh, which had been propped up on the table, to support him self against her intense hip grinding. He continued sucking her clit as another orgasm obviously hit her. She was moaning loudly into her shirt now and reached a hand back pulling on his hair, trying to get him to stop, but he just kept going. A third orgasm hit her and this time she pulled so fiercely on his hair that it hurt him. He released her as she screamed again into her shirt on the table. The leg which she was standing on was slick with trails of pussy juice dribbling down and she was still slightly grinding her crotch even after he took his mouth away. It was such a beautiful sight that he couldn't stay away for even a few seconds. He tried inserting two fingers up to the knuckles and slowly pumped them inside of her as she finished off with a few last little whimpers. She was now warmed up. Dick stood up and unfastened his belt. His pants and boxers dropped to the floor and out flopped his raging hard cock. He briefly considered ordering a blow job, but when he looked at how she was spread open with one leg propped up on the table, her beautiful ass still gyrating from her orgasm, and her gaping pink cunt dripping with juice, he decided to get a blow job later. He stepped up to Kiesha's rocking ass and rubbed the tip of his cock against her little hole, smearing the tip with a coat of pussy juice. He grabbed her well formed hips and pulled them around in circles against his fat mushroom tip. His white cock begged to enter the most beautiful black pussy he had seen out of the hundreds he had watched on video. With a look of pure satisfaction on his face, he slowly penetrated the soft pink hole of Kiesha Harris. It was a snug fit, but eventually the head popped through the tight ring of her hole. He rested for a moment just looking at her fit body squirming on his cock head. She certainly wasn't doing it on purpose, but it sure as hell was sexy, all the more so because it was just a natural reaction from her body, and not something that she was acting out. He pushed in a bit more, watching his pale white cock disappear into the pink of her hole and then pulled back to just the head remaining inside. He continued a pattern like this, slowly pushing in inch by inch, coating his cock with a layer of pussy juice, making each insertion a bit easier. The skin making up the entrance of her pussy hole stretched obscenely tight, and Dick reached down to touch it. He briefly wondered why this little bit of skin excited him (and men in general) so much. He had no immediate answer but it was so incredibly beautiful that he couldn't help but wonder if he was in love. His actions brought another small moan from Kiesha who was still just struggling to take him in at all. He was playing with her sensitive skin by using his fingers to massage it around on his cock. Kiesha looked back at him with pleading in her eyes and trying to move away as she was embarrassed to have this old white man making him self so familiar with such an intimate part of her body. She had never even touched herself with such scrutiny before, and here he was putting her cute little cunny under the microscope. It felt like such a violation for her, but knowing that only served to make it all the more appealing to him. He was enjoying something that was reserved for the young black man of her dreams; the one she would fall in love with. And yet here he was, a plump old white man taking what he should not be taking, and they both knew it. However, once again, she had nowhere to go. Her efforts to squirm away only served to make him more excited. He pushed and pushed as Kiesha stayed turned around watching him in disbelief that he was making such a show out of fucking her. Each new inch caused a little twist of pain and pleasure on her lips, a short high pitched moan from her throat, and a brief wrinkling of her eye brows, until he finally bottomed out with his pubic hairs pushed up against her ass cheeks. She had really taken everything he had to offer, although it looked like she was about to break. He bent over and rested against her for a moment, breathing heavily and beginning a very slight grinding motion, not moving in or out, but just wallowing around in slow, wide circles, enjoying the feeling of being pressed up so tightly against her ass while being inside her at the same time. Kiesha looked forward again, trying hard not to concentrate on the feeling of this fat white man's cock shoveled so far inside of her poor black pussy, but it was a losing battle. Slowly by slowly her body naturally responded to his grinding. A soft whisper involuntarily escaped his mouth, close to her ear, as his hands continuously groped her body and his hips pressed against her well padded ass, "yeaaaahhhhh, I knew it; built for fucking". After he felt that her body had enough time to adjust to the size of his cock, he straightened up and looked back down at her stuffed cunt. He found the reality of his situation coming to him in waves. He had successfully managed to work her into this position, but it was only now just dawning on him that he was about to start pumping his dream girl. He slowly pulled out, placing his hands on her lovely ass cheeks in a loving massage. All the way out to the tip, and then all the way back in. Long smooth strokes of glistening cock working her pussy flesh. He was particularly turned on by how much juice dripped from his cock on his slow withdrawals from her pussy; it meant that she was really getting off! A certain kind of power flooded his thinking as he looked at his own stroking, like he was the absolute master of this little black cunt. He used his hands to pull her hips back onto his cock, and at one point even stopped his own thrusting just to see what it would feel like to be totally in control of using her body to fuck his cock. He pushed her body forward and then pulled it back again; literally masturbating himself with her body, like a living sex toy. Although he was viewing her less and less as a person, and more as a pure sexual object, he still cared about how she was feeling, but it was not a personal concern for her, so much as it was a concern for his own enjoyment. No matter how selfish a man can be in only wanting to please himself during sex, he will always find more pleasure at hearing the cries and moans of a woman also getting off. The pride in a man loves to hear the sound of a woman cumming on his cock. Unfortunately this is something that usually only happens by accident, and not as a deliberate plan from the man. In Dick's case it started out as happening by accident, but he soon discovered that he enjoyed hearing the moans and cries of this little black girl as he fucked her. A cautionary warning flashed through his mind; someone might hear them, but he was too far gone to care about that and tried harder to make her cum, feeling a surge of pride every time she whimpered. He began to enjoy thinking of her as his nasty black slut, although something in his mind initially recoiled at the idea, like he was taking away some part of her humanity by doing so. However, victory for the cruel world was punctuated by a particularly loud moan from Kiesha when Dick pushed in a bit harder, and he put aside all thoughts of her humanity. The sight of his cock spreading her cunt open in a wide circle of pink flesh surround by fat black pussy lips caused little flames of lust to flare up in the dark pupils of his eyes; she was his cum slut now and he'd make damn sure she lived up to it. Her moaning was coming more frequently now, and Dick had the idea that she was ready for something new that he wanted to try. He stopped using his hands to move her ass around, and removed them completely from her body. Sure enough, she was far enough into getting off that it continued moving without any help from him. Dick watched Kiesha's beautiful black cunt continue to pump back onto his white cock. He was sure she didn't have much (if any) experience with sex, but her body sure did act like it. She wasn't just moving her hips around a bit like someone adjusting herself to a more comfortable seating position, but was grinding them like someone who wanted a gold star on the chart on the wall. Even in the porn videos he had watched, where the women were professionals, he had rarely seen any dedicate her self to fucking the way this girl's hips and ass were doing naturally. Dick new that he had manipulated her into this, but here she was obviously getting off. He wondered if it was something genetic in her body, to make her react like this even though she didn't want to, much like he felt it was something genetic in him self to be so horny all the time. These kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind at random, easily brushed aside by more action from Kiesha. When Dick saw how she was propping herself up on her elbows, one leg raised up and resting high on the desk, and how intense her efforts were to fuck herself back onto his cock, he felt better than when he had seen his first born son walk for the first time. Of course, the crowning moment was when Kiesha suddenly looked back at him in the middle of a long moan, as though she had just come back from planet orgasm. Her eyes connected with his and he could see in them a girl caught in the epitome of self disgust and horror as she realized that she was the only one still fucking, but the most amazing thing happened. She just kept right on grinding, with no effort to change or stop when she realized that Dick was no longer moving. A few moans later, when the realization fully hit her, she quickly turned her head back around and buried it in her arms on the table. Dick thought he heard a little sob of what sounded like crying, in between short little bursts of moaning, but her ass grinding never stopped. She was a real champ, this one. Not long after, Kiesha squeezed her eyes tightly shut and a long squeal escaped from her, as she tried to stop it by putting her hands over her mouth. Her whole body convulsed and the grinding from her black ass suddenly became wilder. A gush of hot fluid erupted onto Dick's cock and he had to grab her wide hips for support as she bucked back against him. He looked down and thought he could see her molten hot cunt actually convulsing around his cock, but it may have just been a trick of the light reflecting from so much pussy juice. He looked down further at the floor and saw a puddle gathering there. He'd have to remember to be careful not to slip on it later. After a few minutes Kiesha stopped her movements, breathing heavily and taking a rest. Dick was close to his own orgasm and thought this would be a good time to get back into pumping her again. He definitely enjoyed how she had worked his cock, but now he wanted to hop back in the driver's seat and take her for another spin. He slowly pulled out of her leaving the head to balance half way in, noting the change in Kiesha's little moans as he worked her cunt just after she had orgasmed. She sounded a bit more desperate now, if that was possible. Dick pushed back in and began a steady rhythm of in and out pumping, feeling her tense up then push back against him as her body went back into fuck mode. He put just enough force into his pumping to cause a slight smacking sound, but not enough to push him over the edge yet. He hadn't clarified the "terms" of their fucking and didn't know if they were counting according to time, where he could bust a load on/in her several times, or if she would count one orgasm from him as one "payment". He didn't want to take the chance on the latter and wanted to drag out this fucking session as long as he could. It could even be that the guilt she was certain to feel afterwards may be enough to change her mind on the whole deal, and then he would never fuck her again. He had to make this one chance count for all he could make of it. He massaged her ass as he fucked her, and then leaned to the side a bit. He could just see her firm titties jiggling against the table as she leaned down low on her elbows. Reaching his hands around her slender waist and up to her tits, he cradled and massaged them, loving the fact that the jiggling he was feeling in them was coming from his own cock pounding into her cunt. He pulled on the nipples and rolled them in his fingers. He had already played with them at the start, and usually wasn't so keen on tits, but these were the forbidden fruits and now he couldn't get enough of them. The reality that he may never get another chance at her made him want to exploit this black girl for every last resource in her body. He used her with every bit of effort he could muster. Reaching up one hand, he lifted her bouncing head up from the desk, pulling it as far back as he could. Then with the other hand he reached down and scooped up a coat of pussy juice from around where his cock was still pushing into her cunt. Bringing these freshly coated fingers up to her mouth, he rubbed them around on her lips and pushed them inside, which was easy to do as it was gaping open from all the loud moaning. At first she rejected his fingers and tried to move her head away, but he pulled her by the hair and she stopped. He reached down and scooped up more juice, brought it back to her lips, and this time she allowed him to put a few drops into her mouth without protest. She had her eyes squeezed tightly shut like she just wanted to get all of this over with, at the same time that she hated herself for enjoying it so much. After several more scoops, she slowly became accustomed to his fingers working around in her mouth and on her lips, and even started sucking on them. Eventually she was sucking her own pussy juice from his finger, like it was a lolly pop. All of this helped to push Dick even closer to the edge and he felt that he couldn't last much longer. Rather than spoil the immaculate ejaculation that was coming by trying too hard not to cum, he increased his speed and placed his hands back onto her hips once again. This time he used those beautiful black hips to pull her ass crashing back onto his cock. He increased his pace and the force with which he penetrated her, hammering in with loud fast smacks. Within a few minutes the loud clapping was almost continuous and Kiesha was nearly screaming. At this point he couldn't give a damn about who might hear them. His one purpose was to cum inside this little black girl's cute, highly fuckable pussy. His white cock clearly disappearing into her black skin at such a rapid pace accentuated the vulgarity of his fucking and pushed him towards the edge. Dick felt the familiar rise of fluid up his pipes that signaled his ejaculation, except this time it felt more intense than he had ever had before. His mind knew what a good fuck Kiesha was and wanted it to continue, but his body also knew what a good fuck Kiesha was and wanted to cum. The struggle between the two, to cum or not to cum, caused his legs and arm muscles to tense up and he felt a burning pain from the exertion, which only added to the intensity of his ejaculation. His toes were actually curling from the effort, and sweat dripped from every part of their bodies. His eyes firmly fixed on the jiggling flesh of Kiesha's black ass and her pussy lips bunching up and stretching out wildly as he pumped her. His ears swiveled to catch every sound of her moaning and the loud clapping from his hips slapping her ass. Every sense and nerve in his body was standing on a knife point as he hammered his cock into her tight hole. Kiesha gave another sudden cry and spasm of her body as pussy juice practically exploded and frothed out from around Dick's pumping cock. He picked up speed to his absolute maximum and fucked her as hard as he could through the incredible squeezing and heat of her orgasm, right into his own orgasm. If she didn't have so much padding on her ass he probably would have hurt her with such hard thrusting. He leaned forward grabbing her tightly around the waist with both arms in an intimate embrace and pushed as hard and far into her cunt as he could, screaming into her ear with a long wail as his pumping action dramatically slowed down to long sporadic jerking movements. Rope after rope of sperm gushed into her cunt and squeezed out around his cock in a lewd mixture of spunk and pussy juice, flowing down her pussy lips, and then down onto her clit where fat chunks of it collected before dropping off with a little "splish" onto the floor. Dr. Chocolate Dick Ch. 05 After some minutes of riding out his orgasm, he reached up to fondle her tits again. He just couldn't get enough of them. He even put one hand down to her sopping pussy and brought a few chunks of his sperm up to rub it around on her nipples. She was still breathing hard and let out a little gasp as he did this, partly because it felt good, and partly because it was just one more nasty nail in the coffin for the good girl deep inside of her. Would she ever be a good girl again? What would Tammy think of all her high and mighty talk about getting away from that nasty pervert, Johnson, if she could see her now? Her cunt was an explosion of freshly fucked pussy lips and cum, and now Dick was rubbing it on her nipples and even in her mouth again. She sucked the cum from his fingers, half out of condemnation that it's all she was good for now, and half because she had just shared an extremely intimate moment with this man and was still partially caught up in the mood. Her mind was a cloudy haze of confusion as her raging hormones fought with her ability to take control of her body. She had just orgasmed more in this one hour than she had in the last 6 months and the intense stimulation was making it very difficult to think clearly. Dick began a slow pumping motion with his hips and a worried look came over her. What was he doing? He had just fucked her for almost an hour. His cock hadn't even left her body yet, and he was moving in her again? However, a few seconds later he released his hold around her slender waist and pulled out of her pussy with a slurp. A rather large glob of sperm bubbled out of her cunt and slowly fell from her gaping hole in a long thick strand, with a fat drop on the end. It nearly touched the floor before the strand thinned out too much to hold its own weight and it plopped down. Dick watched this in amusement and tried to grope her tits again as she pushed herself up and off the table. He was sad to see her pussy hole close up as she swung her leg down onto the floor and tried for a minute to get her balance back. He wanted to do something more with her but she was already picking her clothes up off the floor. He could probably force her into more action tonight, as there was no doubt that she got off on the fucking, but her whole attitude was screaming that she had had enough and wanted to leave. He would be sure to get things moving with regard to her mother's needs as he didn't want her having any excuse not to fuck him again. She seemed to be in a bad mood now, but he was confident that when her mother's health started to pick up, things would also pick up for him, too. Dr. Chocolate Dick Ch. 06 "No one is ever all right." A day later Dick received news that his oldest son had been murdered; apparently beaten to death. He didn't take the news well and took an immediate leave of absence from work to sort things out. He had to figure out what the hell was going on. His wife took the news in a bad way and busied herself with arrangements for the funeral service. His other son, Bradley, on the police force, made promises that they would "get the bastard who did this". A detective by the name of Alfred Smith came around to ask him some questions but Dick didn't have anything of significance to report. He and his son had a decent relationship, but they were not close and didn't speak much. The detective assured him that the police were doing everything they could. Smith eventually made his way to Todd's place of work and interviewed all the employees. Of course, he noted a problem with Tammy straight away, who was struggling to act normal. Johnson had told her not to change anything about her routine, so as to avoid attention, but she was a horrible actress, and very frightened. It was also significant that other employees reported to Smith incidences of Tammy giving Todd oral sex on the job. Todd had become infatuated with her beautiful body and couldn't resist the excitement of touching her at work, especially since she was so easily manipulated. Her boyfriend had come around a couple of times and Todd noticed that the guy seemed to be extremely jealous of her talking to one of the other male employees. He also noticed the age difference and the jewelry, which he knew she could not afford on her salary, and guessed that it was an abusive relationship. It only took some mild threats that he would tell her boyfriend false stories about how she was cheating on him, to coerce her into a sexual relationship. Tammy knew that even if the report was false Johnson wouldn't believe her and she would be cut off. Smith arrested her the next day, after confirming some of his suspicions, and took her downtown for further questioning. He was a good cop and did his job through the proper channels. He really hated when criminals escaped through legal technicalities caused by poorly handled police work. In fact, he once kneed a young cop in the nuts for disturbing a crime scene, which led to the release of a particularly nasty rapist. He arrested Tammy quietly as she was doing some shopping, (all paid for by Johnson) just a few hours before she was due to go to work. She was wearing a pink spaghetti strap top with frills, no bra, and a short blue, tight fitting skirt. Her pert tits poked through the thin material and caused stares in every shop she visited. Tammy had dressed provocatively in the past, as she knew she had a hot body and enjoyed the stares of so many men, just as long as none of them actually tried to talk to her. However, Johnson forbid her from wearing a bra, even at work. She found it to be exciting and humiliating at the same time, depending on the circumstances. This particular circumstance was one of the embarrassing ones. She ended up sitting in the police station facing serious charges, wearing a shirt that was designed to show off her tits. It only took an hour to get the whole story from her as she broke down in tears, confessing everything about what happened the day that Johnson beat Todd to death when he found them together. Johnson was making a small fortune pimping his cute little black slut out to his country club buddies, (not to mention the video sales from all that action), and didn't want anyone else touching his property. Smith warned her that she was in serious trouble for trying to hide Johnson's crime and left her to wait in the interrogation room while he sorted out the arrest of Johnson. Smith had called in Bradley, who was standing on the other side of the one way mirror, to witness the questioning. Ordinarily, he tried to keep officers with a personal involvement in the case at hand away from the proceedings, to avoid legal technicalities. However he liked Bradley and wanted him to find some closure to his brother's death by witnessing the guilty parties being tried fairly by the law. After Smith had raced off to secure a warrant for Johnson's arrest, based on Tammy's testimony, Bradley immediately called a friend of his from upstairs to come down and help him with a plan for revenge. An intense hatred had developed in his heart since he first heard about how his big brother had died. He would personally deal with Johnson later, but for now he wanted to do something about this distraught little black girl sitting all by herself. Bradley and his friend, Gerald, entered the room looking straight at Tammy. She immediately sat up again with a look of fear in her eyes. Bradley introduced himself and Gerald, and then wasted no time, explaining that she was in a lot of trouble but he understood that she wasn't the guilty one here. He used a smooth voice, trying to sound like a friend. His story was that he felt bad that she was a beautiful young girl caught with the wrong guy, at the wrong time, at the wrong place. On the one hand she was looking at many years in jail for accomplice to murder. Based on her confession, she was guaranteed to do that time. However, he was willing to help her out of this situation. He and Gerald could talk to the prosecutor about her case, and use their contacts in the court system to make it so that she would only get a small fine and a couple years probation; just a slap on the wrist, really. However, that could only happen if he could be persuaded to make it happen. He said this as he reached out a hand to put on her shoulder, moving it slowly down to brush against her tits, rubbing slightly against the clearly visible bulge caused by her nipple. Tammy began to softly cry, feeling like the whole world was crashing down on her. She didn't want to go to jail but she knew that she was in big trouble. She had fucked plenty of guys since meeting Johnson and could handle two more for the sake of avoiding jail. It's not that she was a slut, she reasoned, but that circumstances had left her no choice. She slowly nodded when Bradley asked her again if she wanted his help. With a steady stream of tears running down her face, Bradley and Gerald began caressing and fondling every part of Tammy's body. Gerald, a tall thin white man in his late 20's, was practically drooling as he pulled Tammy to a standing position. He pinched her nipples through the thin pink material of her shirt and softly pulled them out from her body, only to suddenly let go and watch them jiggle back into their firm standing positions. He lifted her shirt up and licked his lips as her bare tits popped into view, and began an aggressive campaign of massaging and licking her nipples and as much tit as he could get a hold of. Bradley busied himself lifting her skirt up over her ass and rubbing her cunt through her snug fitting bikini panties. Johnson had ordered that Tammy shave her cunt on a regular basis and Bradley noticed right away. He pulled her panties down, pushed her legs apart, and dipped his head into her cunt, using his tongue to lick up and down her slit. There was something about Tammy's body that created an atmosphere of animal desire in the men around her. Back in high school she had flaunted this peculiar aspect of her body, but now it was coming back to haunt her. Of course, neither Bradley nor Gerald had any real influence or contacts with the prosecutor's office, but they were well liked by most of the other officers on duty and had plenty of contacts there. Tammy had no way of knowing that just before entering the room to talk to her, Bradley and Gerald had made several phone calls to their buddies upstairs and arranged for a "party" in the interrogation room. As Bradley and Gerald slowly worked Tammy into fucking on the table, their friends came in one after the other to get a piece of the action. Word spread about how this girl had "helped" murder a family member of a cop and they were all too happy to help Bradley, especially if it meant fucking a cute little black girl at the same time. A guard was posted down the hall to watch for anyone not invited to their little party. Over the course of the next 2 hours Tammy was gang banged by 13 different police officers. She was accustomed to hard sex by now, but the way these men used her went far beyond what any human with a conscience should be capable of. Bradley, in his pain at having lost a brother in such a violent way, urged the others on in their total exploitation of her body and soul. By the end of it she was literally drooling on the desk, in a catatonic state of arms and legs flopping around where ever the men chose to position them. They had been as rough and nasty with her as they could, flipping her around into twosomes and threesomes, stretching and pulling, fucking every hole many, many times over, and fulfilling every dirty imagination they had ever had, but which no sane woman would have ever allowed them to pursue. When it was all over two guys were assigned to clean her up, put her clothes back on, and sit her back down in the chair where her head flopped to the side. She sat completely still and continued to drool for the next hour until inspector Smith finally returned. Later, when she didn't snap out of her comatose-like state, she was committed to a psychiatric hospital. Smith was incredibly suspicious about how this girl had come to be in this situation. Some said that it was the pressure of having witnessed a murder and then being caught out that made her crack. However, Smith didn't think so. When questioned, Bradley said he left the room just after Smith; feeling satisfied that Smith had everything under control. Subsequent questioning around the station also provided little help in solving the mystery. He went back to the control center for the interrogation room where Tammy had been questioned. He searched through the audio/video recordings and stared in disbelief as he watched more than a dozen men rape this girl into a mindless zombie. Gerald was supposed to be the one to switch off the recording devices when Bradley announced his plan on that day. However, things had happened so fast, and he had been so excited about staring at this girl's hot tits that he completely forgot! It seemed that Tammy's body had done one last favor for her after all! It was the largest police scandal in 50 years, partly because the evidence was so overwhelming, but mostly because it was all white cops fucking a black girl, in the heart of police headquarters, no less! Smith liked Bradley, but even more than his dislike for shoddy police handling of investigations, he hated police corruption and did his best to make the charges against the officers stick. Even with the video evidence, which clearly showed every man's face, he had an uphill battle against him. He was lucky that it was an election year and the white governor (a man steeped in corruption himself) was struggling to avoid being exposed in his own scandals and desperately wanted to be re-elected. In the classic style off all rats, he got up on his high horse and put everything he had into condemning the horrible actions of those officers. He took a personal interest in the case and made sure that every single officer charged went to jail for the maximum time allotted for their crime. The strategy worked. He came out looking like a champion for justice; those men wouldn't be out for years. A copy of the film was smuggled past the evidence inventory department and the faces of the officers blanked out. The two hour tape became the most popular selling porn for the next three months, and became world famous for being one of the raunchiest fuck flicks ever produced. Unfortunately, the same people who cheered when the officers who raped Tammy went to jail for having so clearly done the wrong thing, still paid good money to jack off to the video of that same rape. Apparently it was just too hot for any decent human being to resist. Of course, it wasn't really rape, because the tape clearly showed Tammy agreeing to fuck the guys (well, at least two of them) in exchange for help with her case. No one could be blamed for enjoying what she had agreed to do. Johnson was arrested at his house, charged with murder, and convicted. His reputation at the hospital was shred as several female employees came forward with stories of exploitation and extortion for sex; Johnson had been a very busy man! He faced numerous ongoing investigations and enquiries into fraud and even a few for human rights violations. Everything he owned was seized and his accounts frozen. He was sent to the state prison where Bradley was able to use some of his fading police influence on a sympathetic warden to have him gang raped on a regular basis. In a poetic twist of irony, every intention that he had for turning Tammy into his total cum slave was turned back on to him as he became a bitch for more than 20 different inmates throughout the week. His whimpering and whining was sexier to their ears than Tammy's had ever been to his. Kiesha's mother died a short time after her encounter with Dick in the hospital store room. She was devastated. The supply of ARV's had stopped when Dick was arrested. The shift nurse, along with several patients had heard the noise of their fucking that night in the store room and reported them. An investigation followed and Kiesha just narrowly escaped a severe punishment, but Dick wasn't so lucky. The scandal wasn't huge, but it followed closely after Johnson's at the same hospital, and big enough to warrant a story in the papers with mention of her name. Soon after that she became sick. Rumors spread through her old church that she was a slut for Satan, and that's why God took her mother and why Kiesha herself was now apparently going the same way. Most of the people she knew were from that church and they had all turned on her. She tried to visit Tammy at the psychiatric hospital but found it too painful to watch her once vibrant and funny friend just sit in a daze, occasionally drooling on herself. Kiesha tried talking to her, but never got any response. She tried looking into her eyes, but it was always that same empty stare, like she had retreated so far from reality that she could no longer find her way back. Now that her mother was gone, and just about everyone she knew had turned on her, she felt an over powering need to have her friend back, but it was too late. The last words they had spoken to each other had been angry and hateful, arguing over Tammy's relationship with Johnson and Kiesha now felt a stab of guilt at what had become of Tammy. She only visited twice before deciding that it was too painful to return. A short time later she went back to Longfellow General late at night and made her way up the 10 story building where she used to work. When she had reached the top she sat on the edge of the building for a long time, thinking about her life and her future, wondering how all of this had happened so quickly. It was only a few months ago that she and Tammy had graduated from high school, talking excitedly about all the big plans they had. Now she felt all those dreams were just empty vanities. She would never make it out to Hollywood, she would never ride a horse, and she would never get married to a good man and raise a good family like she promised to her mother before she died. She had thought all these bad things were happening to her through unavoidable circumstances, and maybe some of it was, but as she watched the beginnings of a fiery sunrise she felt that whatever the case may be, it was too much for her to carry on with. She was going to die anyway, and she didn't want to live any longer with the consequences of her actions. Sure, there were lots of other people out there suffering in the world, but she was not those other people. She was just herself and she could not think of any way to carry on, although she imagined a better person would. It was only a matter of time before Dr Thomas found out what she had done to him, and she didn't want to face the awful truth. She had sailed through her whole life without ever seriously considering what it might be like to die. She had gone to church plenty of times but had never been taught to think about it. Now, as this realization dawned on her, she could not stop thinking about it. A rush of adrenaline shot through her body and her eyes opened wide. As the first shining rays of sunlight broke over the horizon Kiesha Harris pushed herself off the edge of the building, praying that God would forgive her... and Tyrone. Dick was arrested for defrauding the company and for violations of several different ethical codes at the hospital. The hospital was fighting to save its own reputation and the hammer was falling heavily on anyone suspected of wrong doing, especially after the recent scandal involving Dr. Johnson, in which aspects of his corruption were still being uncovered. Despite his long standing good reputation Dick would be charged to the fullest extent possible and his conduct record examined under a microscope. He had a few "life changing" panic attacks and wondered what the hell he had been thinking. He was a monster. He had used a woman's dying mother as leverage to force her into sexual exploitation. When news reached his wife that her oldest son was murdered, her youngest son gone to jail for gang rape, and her husband going the same way, she had a nervous break down which resulted in a heart attack and died. When the authorities asked about his involvement with Kiesha, he assured them that he had coerced Kiesha into fucking him and that she was innocent in all of this. Dick felt a genuine remorse for his actions, and hated the way he had allowed himself to be tempted by temptation in such a way. Although Kiesha had knowingly accepted stolen medicine from Dick, her publicly appointed defense attorney was able to get the charges against her reduced, on the basis that she had never been in trouble with the law before and that her mental state was affected by the condition of her dying mother, the only other family she had. Kiesha was sentenced to 2 years probation, without having to fuck anyone to get it. She felt a genuine surprise about that. Not long after Dick started his jail time he became sick. Testing revealed that he had HIV. He spent long hours trying to understand the mystery of how he ended up with the same sickness. Despite his lecherous attitudes towards many young women, he hadn't cheated on his wife, except with Kiesha, and her file said she was clean. It wasn't until his daughter, Mandy, came to visit that he found out the truth. Mandy was intensely hurt by the death of her mother and brother, and the jailing of her other brother and father, and had vowed not to talk to either of them any more. However, a few weeks after reading about Dick's story in the paper, she suddenly recognized a name she had seen there, which had been playing around in the back of her mind. Kiesha Harris was the name of a friend of a friend of hers, named Tamika Jordan. Mandy had met Tamika through membership at the same gym. Although Mandy was two years older than Tamika, they became infrequent friends. During Mandy's second year of University Tamika had come to her with a friend, Kiesha, both of them begging for her help. When she asked for the full story, she was surprised to hear that both girls had been stupid enough to fuck the same guy, without using protection, who just happened to be the school's biggest playboy. Tamika had learned the awful news when she went in to do some medical tests which required her blood to be tested. She fought hard with her conscience to keep the information secret from Kiesha, for fear of the shame it would bring, but in the end Kiesha noticed there was a problem in her attitude and found out the truth. They were lucky not to be pregnant, but had come out of the deal with something far worse than an unwanted pregnancy. Now they were desperate. Dr. Chocolate Dick Ch. 06 Tamika had suggested that they could go to Mandy for help, because she was dating one of her university lecturers, a large black man named Darnel. Mandy and Darnel had a very strange relationship, where each one knew that they were both using the other. Mandy didn't really care for Darnel as a person, but he helped her with her grades and she liked the sex. Darnel had a well paying job and a good reputation at the university, but his weakness for Mandy's white flesh caused him to take more risks than he should have. They had worked themselves into a situation of trading favors for favors, where neither one wanted to give anything without getting something in return. It truly was an unhealthy relationship, but one that had its benefits. Darnel's best friend worked at a STD clinic and Tamika was hoping that Mandy would ask Darnel to ask this friend to help them with fake certificates for a negative result. Mandy liked Tamika and wanted to help her and her friend, but she was asking for a big favor. There was also the ethical dilemma of giving a fake result to two infected girls who were extremely attractive. There was no way they would be able to avoid more sexual encounters and the fact that they wanted to cover up their condition meant that it was almost guaranteed to hurt someone else in the future. In the end she succumbed to compassion for the two crying girls after they promised the fake certificates were only to avoid discrimination. She said she would try to work something out for them. Mandy talked to Darnel about the situation and wasn't surprised to hear him whistle in surprise at what she was asking. He gave her a long lecture about how illegal it all was, to which she dryly replied that every time they fucked they were doing something illegal, according to the university rules. She finally managed to convince him to talk to his friend, after she satisfied him that she knew it was going to be expensive for her. Darnel got back to her a few days later with the news that he and his friend wanted to tag team her and one of her other hot white friends. Mandy wasn't surprised, as Darnel had been hinting for some time that he wanted to fuck some of her friends. She already had one friend in particular, which she had been slowly preparing for something like this. She had been hoping to save this for when she wanted something really big from Darnel, but she figured she might as well use it up now. It may even be that if her friend liked the experience, and was willing to do it again sometime, that she could use it as something to tempt Darnel for future requests from him. She organized the get together and the two big black men had the time of their lives fucking the two hot white girls, tag teaming and double teaming as much as they could handle. Tammy and Kiesha got their false certificates and, in a typical reaction of a guilty conscience over-compensating, both girls included a copy of their certificates in with their job applications. Tammy was able to afford expensive ARV's after starting her relationship with Johnson. Kiesha sneaked enough from what her mother was getting to help her self for a few months, but it wasn't enough. She felt horrible about stealing from her mother, but reasoned that she would find a way to help both of them. Mandy didn't go into all the details about her black lovers when explaining the story to her father, but just mentioned that she knew about an arrangement that was made to falsify Kiesha's status, and thought she should let him know. Dick reached out to put a hand on her arm but she backed away and left without saying another word. He took the news in a relatively calm way. So much had happened to him that he wasn't surprised to hear more bad news. In some ways he felt that he deserved it. He was an old man with his whole life destroyed and no one to blame. From that day Dick refused to take any medicine available to him, as a penance for his actions. He chose to face what he believed to be the real punishment for his actions and as a result he found what all the prison systems of the world couldn't force; genuine rehabilitation. Dick lived out a better life in those last days in prison than he ever had in his previous life, spending the time alone. He found a sense of peace towards himself, although he never stopped regretting his incident with Kiesha. He got word of her suicide and blamed himself, but felt even more conviction to continue with his plan of refusing medicine. Before finally dying a few weeks later, from a nasty chest infection, he hadn't actually discovered any new answers to his sexual problems, but he did feel that it didn't matter. He was in a place where all of that would not be a problem anymore and in some ways he felt comforted at knowing that he couldn't hurt anyone else even if he tried. During the course of his last day of life Dick Thomas wafted in and out of dreamy sleep. He saw a chain link fence, with him on one side and a young black girl on the other side. The girl smiled and reached out to hug him. Even though the fence stopped the physical embrace, Dick still felt it in his body, and with a final exhale of breath he died with a small smile on his lips.