5 comments/ 24547 views/ 4 favorites Searching Ch. 01 By: Evolution20XX It was another boring Saturday at Dover Air Force Base, and Damon Erickson had nothing better to do, as usual, than to pour his entire day into the Internet. How in the green hell did I make the decision to request to get stationed here, he thought. Oh wait, I remember. It was so that hood rat I was engaged to wouldn't have to "move so far away from home." Had I known it was her ex-boyfriend that she didn't want to move away from, I'd have ditched her long ago... He knew the area well enough; he had gone to high school half an hour south of the base. That was his main reason for joining the military four years earlier: to get out of Delaware. He had been cursing himself ever since he came home on leave after re-enlisting to go to Dover. Had he waited until he came back, he'd have realized then that she was three months pregnant, not a good thing considering he'd been gone for seven months. Now he was stuck in the same state he had busted his ass getting out of. Damon logged into his Yahoo! Messenger and entered the Delaware chat room. Who knows, maybe he'd find some female that was as bored as he was and he might actually be able to get laid. He spent a good two hours trolling around unsuccessfully, took a lunch break and resumed his activity. It wasn't until around 6:30 in the evening that he met someone willing to talk to him privately: a larger 44-year-old married white lady from neighboring Maryland. He figured what the hell; he'd chat her up and see what happened from there. The two had a very deep and engaging conversation. Her name was Amy and she lived in a town on the state line, about 45 minutes away. Her love life wasn't satisfying in any sense, which Damon could well relate to. Things got really interesting, however, when she mentioned that she was meeting a friend in Dover that evening. Although she wasn't coming across like she was looking for sex, Damon asked her if she'd like to meet him; after all, a date didn't necessarily have to lead into sex. To his surprise, she accepted and Damon even treated her to watching him get dressed so she'd know what to look for that evening. Amy Logan plopped down at her desk and logged into the Internet, her home away from home. For quite some years now, her marriage had been devoid of any mental, physical or emotional affection from her husband, as had been evidenced again this particular Saturday afternoon. She spent a few hours squaring away some details of her business. She couldn't wait to be self-sufficient enough to be on her own and get the divorce she so desperately wanted. After achieving her desired level of progress, she logged into her Yahoo! Messenger and entered a Delaware chat room. She had only been in for a few moments when an IM popped up on her screen. It was simple and cordial enough, so she checked out his profile. The message had come from a 24-year-old black man in Dover, a town in central Delaware 45 minutes from her home. The two chatted for a while and Amy found herself genuinely liking this kid. She told him about her dreary marriage, and he in turn related to her the story of his broken engagement. After a while, a female friend she had in Dover messaged her, inviting her to spend the evening with her and her boyfriend. Never one to be a third wheel she began to decline, but then the young man she was talking to messaged her again. She had an idea: if he would at least come keep her company, then she might be able to go out with her friend and actually have a decent evening. She casually let it drop that she would be in Dover that evening, hoping he would take it as bait to ask her to meet him. Sure enough he did, and he even turned his webcam on for her so she could watch him strip. She was getting excited watching him, but minimized the window while explaining to him how much she had enjoyed the show. She was a married woman, however unhappily; she took her marriage vows seriously and would never break them, no matter the temptation. Surely they could meet, enjoy each other's company for a few hours in a public setting, and then go their separate ways. A date didn't necessarily have to include sex. At around 11:00, Damon hopped in his car and drove the short distance to the club he had agreed to meet Amy at. She had said that they'd be arriving around 10:00, so he was actually counting on them getting there later than he did. He entered the club and walked right up to the bar and ordered a drink. He hadn't seen a picture of her, so he had to count on her recognizing him when she walked in. To his surprise, someone tapped him on the shoulder while he was watching the front entrance. "Excuse me, are you Damon?" He turned around and saw a voluptuous white woman standing beside him. She didn't have a wedding ring on, which caused Damon to wonder if she really was trying to sleep with him. "That depends... are you Amy?" he asked. "No, I'm her friend. She asked me to come over and make sure it was you. C'mon and join us," she asserted. Damon picked up his drink and moved to the table where Amy was waiting, wedding ring and all. She was very physically attractive, with a large body (as she had admitted) and a modestly made-up face. Damon was a sucker for large breasts as well, but he wasn't interested in seducing her so he tried to keep his attention off of what he guessed to be Amy's 44DDs. He sat down and, after being introduced to Patty and her boyfriend Jason, the two commenced chatting anew. They hit it off instantly, talking about everything from music to food to relationships to eventually sex. Amy shifted the conversation away from that topic as soon as it got there, suggesting they go dance. Damon willingly agreed; as much as he may have wanted to, it was not in his best interests to sleep with this woman. The two danced for quite some time, moving in rhythm with the hip-hop music being played. Damon found himself with an erection that got stronger the closer Amy drew into him. Normally he'd have made some effort to hide it, but they were both convinced that nothing sexual was going to happen between the two. Eventually a slow song came on and Damon pulled away to go back to his seat, but Amy tugged him back. "C'mon, let's dance to this... I love slow music." Damon shrugged and rejoined her on the dance floor. She was noticeably shorter than him, so he dropped his head onto her shoulder while holding her around the waist. Amy likewise held him by the shoulders, placing her head on his chest. The first slow song finished and another started, and Amy asked Damon a favor. "What?" "Sing to me, please." "You want me to sing to you?" "Yeah, I want to hear you sing to me." "Umm... OK, I guess." He leaned in close to her and sung along with the song that was playing, barely whispering into her ear. There was something in his notes, Amy realized, some mysterious power that was greatly exhibiting sway over her. She could hear, she could feel, the love and affection in his voice, something she hadn't felt in a long time. She pulled him as close to her as she could; she didn't want this feeling to end, she wanted it to last all night. She decided she would to anything to make this feeling continue. Even if it continued in bed. Eventually the music ended and the club announced it was closed for the evening. Damon, Amy and her two companions walked to the parking lot. Patty whispered something to Amy, to which Amy gave a quick nod in response. "We're all going to Jason's house," Patty announced, "do you want to come?" "Um, sure, that's fine with me." Damon began to walk to his car, but since it was such a short drive and the two ladies had to pass the club on their way home, he agreed to ride with them. He sat with Amy in the back seat while Patty and Jason occupied the front two seats. At some point during the ride, Amy placed her hand on the middle seat between herself and Damon. Almost immediately, as if out of instinct, Damon placed his own hand over hers. He felt her hand twitch and withdrew it just as quickly. She's married, he kept telling himself. This is wrong... maybe I shouldn't have come along with them... Jeez, get over yourself, Damon; not every woman that wants to hold your hand wants to fuck you. Meanwhile Amy had, in that miniscule moment, felt a spark that had been missing from her life almost since she had gotten married. That such a brief, fleeting contact could bring her such sensations was a testament to just how much she craved affection. Yet she knew she had made a mistake inviting him to Jason's place; she knew in her head was she was doing was wrong, but her heart was on a totally different wavelength, screaming out for any shards of love and affection it could find. Right now they were coming in waves from this man seated not three feet from her, a black man, a black man young enough to be her own son. She prayed for Patty and Jason not to leave them alone immediately; hopefully he'd be tired and fall asleep soon after they got there. The drive, after seeming like an eternity, only took five minutes and the four piled into Jason's modest apartment. To Amy's dismay, Patty and Jason disappeared into the larger of the two bedrooms, but not before advising that Amy and Damon could use the other bedroom if they needed to. After a hesitant offering of thanks, Damon sat on the couch and turned the TV on, looking for something to hold his attention. Amy came and sat down next to him, and the sexual tension between the two could be cut with a knife. Both wanted each other, yet both knew it was wrong, even though they both hoped the other felt the same way. Damon had already stretched his arms over the back of the couch, as he always did by habit. Amy reclined next to him, laying her head on his shoulder. Damon almost broke out into a nervous sweat. They were pulling each other down a road neither one wanted to travel, to a place they both desperately wanted to go. Fuck it, Damon thought to himself. You want her; she wants you... so what if she's married? She's giving herself to you tonight. Let it be what it will be tonight, nothing more, and nothing less. Without giving her a chance to react, Damon swooped over Amy and planted his mouth over hers. She gasped at the suddenness of the maneuver, but once she had gotten her bearings back, she invited him to continue. She melted into the couch, and Damon was all too eager to follow her. Before long, however, she pushed Damon off of her. She stood up and ran into the bathroom, and Damon sat on the couch kicking himself. He had misread all the signals and made a complete ass of himself. He thought it would be best if he left, but before he could, Amy opened the bathroom door. Damon noticed that the zipper of her pants was still undone, and he could see a small, in fact barely visible, wet spot in her panties. She reached over and grabbed Damon by the hand and pulled him into the bathroom with her. Damon was thoroughly confused, but he needn't have been. Amy sat him down on the toilet so that he was at her height, and resumed kissing him. She kissed him not gently and slowly, like a woman in need of love, but wantonly and sloppily, like a woman in need of sex. Damon put his arms around her and kissed her back, his tongue finding her mouth and vice versa. She pulled one of his hands from behind her and slid it into her panties. He reached farther and farther down into her valley, until finally reaching her sacred cave. He finger fucked her roughly, and her ample hips rocked back and forth as she fucked his hand back. "My pussy is so wet," she whispered. There was no mistaking that; she was getting so drenched that Damon wasn't sure if it was pussy juice or if she was pissing in his hand. They continued this foreplay for a few more moments, groping each other more and more fiercely. Finally Damon could take no more. He had to get his pants of or his dick was going to tear its way out. "Let's go into the other bedroom," he suggested. Amy agreed without hesitation, walking face to face with him while he pulled her along by her pussy. She wanted nothing more right now than to feel him inside her. As she passed the couch the thought buzzed through her mind that he might not have condoms on him, and hers were in her purse. Yet her mind could not bring her body to stop to retrieve them. Now she could only hope that he had some; she hoped because thought was out of the question at that point. Her long-ignored sex was doing the thinking now, and it was determined to squeeze all the attention it could out of the man who currently had four fingers buried knuckle-deep in it. They reached the bedroom and locked the door behind them. Even in the dark, their carnal instincts were flawless, evidenced by the time it took to rip each other's clothing off. When Amy's shirt came off, their mouths separated causing a loud moan of pleasure to echo from her throat and off the walls. Once she was naked from the waist down (she hadn't even removed her shoes; her pants had effortlessly slipped off over them) she lay on her back on the floor with her legs as open as she could force them. She wasted no words, nor wasted any time in getting Damon's pants off. Once his dick was free she took hold of it and pulled it towards her churning slit. Not once while she held it did she take into account its size, so she was overwhelmed when she pulled Damon down on top of her, spiking its entire length into her. She screamed, partly out of pain, but mostly out of pleasure at the massive cudgel that threatened to tear her apart. Damon, meanwhile, was having trouble retaining control of his own faculties. One thing he prided himself on was indeed how huge a pecker he had been blessed with, and now this woman, who hadn't had any kind of decent sex in years (from what she told him, at least) was now completely wrapped around all eleven inches of it. It wasn't thin by any means, either: he was a good three and a half inches around. His conscience had silenced itself; this obese white wife was now his for the taking. He pulled her ankles apart and propped himself up on his knees between her thighs. Amy moaned again at the depths she was being penetrated to; she was amazed that he wasn't tip-deep inside her uterus. She screamed in ecstasy as he began to pound away at her, drawing fully out and then flawlessly driving himself back in. She had long since forgotten what a real climax felt like, but Damon wasted no time reminding her, giving her a cunt-clenching orgasm that flooded her insides to the point where her juices were leaking out. "OHH MY GOD, I'M CUMMING!!!" were her only words, uttered so loudly that they caused Patty and Jason to bang on the adjoining wall. Damon laughed. "I guess we're being a little loud," he said sheepishly. "I don't care, just keep fucking me!" she cried out adamantly. Damon was taken aback, but he would meet her demands in spades. "Then get your ass up in the bed," he commanded. Amy quickly obeyed, relishing his dick until it popped free from the viselike grip of her pussy. She lay down at the head of the bed, but Damon roughly grabbed her waist and pulled her to the edge, so that her ass was barely hanging off. Damon again slid his dick into her, but just barely. "What do you want me to do to you now?" he asked. "I want you to fuck me," she answered, relatively quietly. Damon pulled her legs up and swatted her on the ass. "What do you want?!" he asked again, this time louder. "FUCK ME! FUCK ME, PLEASE!" she begged loud enough for their neighbors to hear. Damon obliged her, as that was what he wanted right now. He wanted her to let everyone know just how badly she wanted him. "Whose pussy is this?" he asked her. "Huh? What do you mean?" Amy moaned through ragged breath. Damon spanked her a few more times, feeling her cunt twitch with each blow. "Ahh, AHH, it's your pussy!" she screamed. "When can I have it?" he asked. "Whenever you want it," she answered, loudly this time. "And what can I do in it?" "You can fuck me in it." "What about when I cum? Can I cum in my pussy?" "Oh god yes, Damon, you can cum in your pussy all you want to." Her voice reverberated off the walls as she climaxed again, seemingly driven by the words spilling across her own lips. Gone were any concerns about protection; the more she thought about his hot seed splattering against her walls and mixing with her own fluids, the more the idea enthralled her. Damon loved what he was hearing. "Do you know what that makes you?" he leaned down and whispered into her ear. "What, baby?" she responded. "It makes you my BITCH," Damon answered, kissing her on the mouth again. "Do you like the sound of that? You wanna be my bitch?" "I want to be anything for you; I just want to be yours." "Hmm... you could be a lot of things for me then... my cunt, my whore, my slut..." Each word he punctuated with another stab of his dick "Yes baby, I want to be your married, cum-loving, white bitch!" With those words, she gave her body completely to him. Although it wasn't the kind of attention she had wanted, the emotions she felt now were exactly what she had been searching for. True, he wanted to use her just as a fucktoy, but she at least was wanted. She was willing to do whatever this man wanted, short of fucking him in her own home. If he called her to him in the middle of the night, she would get up and go. His words, albeit harsh and callous, were laden with affection: he had called her his bitch, his whore, his cunt, and his slut. What she had become was immaterial; it was whose she had become that mattered. However, Damon was a bit shaken by his actions. In the throes of passion he had claimed the territory of another man as his own; no way would it ever work out, he thought. Not the way he wanted it to, anyway: he wanted her all the time. It may not have been love (he was smart enough to at least respect that) but whatever feelings he did have for this woman, he didn't want to stop having. He nudged her into bed and lay a comfortable distance away from her. Not entirely to his surprise, she curled up next to him. Her body was still heaving from the carnal assault that had been unleashed upon her. "Can I tell you something?" she asked him. Damon turned on his side to face her. "Sure, go ahead." "Remember what I said, about being your bitch?" Damon got a little nervous. "Yes...?" "Well, I meant it. I really want to keep seeing you. And I don't mean just for sex, either. When you talked to me and danced with me, I felt like somebody actually thought I was worth paying attention to, and I haven't felt that way in years." She sighed. "I don't want you to be in love with me, just show love to me." "And what about your husband?" She thought for a moment before speaking again. "I'm going to tell him about you." Damon panicked. "What did you say?" "Please, please calm down. I want to spend as much time with you as I can, which is bad enough without lying to my husband about it. There's no way around it, I'm a married woman. I could only deceive him for so long if I tried." Damon tried as best he could to make sense of this, but was unsuccessful. "You've got to be kidding me." "I'm dead serious, and I'll prove it to you." She stroked his dick, getting it hard again against his will. "You haven't cum yet, have you?" "No, but I'm really not sure I want to. This has already turned out to be way more than I bargained for." Amy stopped what she was doing. "Wait a minute, what do you mean 'more than you bargained for?' Did you just want to fuck me once and be done with me?" she demanded, her voice on the verge of breaking. "No, what I meant is that I hadn't planned on having sex with you. You're a wonderful woman, and I had so much fun at the club with you. Then you invited me here, and things just escalated from there. You needed something I had to give, and I needed something you had to give. Things just... happened, faster than I think either of us wanted them to." Searching Ch. 01 "Can I be honest with you?" she said. "Please, by all means," he answered. Honesty was definitely a requisite here and now. "I wanted things to go this far." "Huh?" "When you sang to me, I just couldn't help what I was feeling. I felt love in your voice, and in your words. I wanted to feel that for as long as I could, even if it meant breaking my wedding vows." "I see..." Damon said, at a total loss for words. "But everything I said, I meant. Whatever you want to call me, I don't care; just let me keep seeing you." Damon sighed. He truly liked this woman, and he found it extremely easy to show affection to her. Also, unlike his ex-fiancée, she was receptive to the affection he was giving. "All right," he said, "we can keep seeing each other. But it's gotta be on your terms; you're the one with all the restrictions, not me." "What do you mean, 'restrictions?'" "C'mon, I highly doubt that if I call you in the middle of dinner, your husband won't say anything about you getting up and leaving." "Like I said, I plan on telling him everything that happened tonight, and that I've found a new lover. Tomorrow morning I'll show you how serious I am, but for now, let's go to sleep." Still suspect of exactly what she planned to do, Damon snuggled next to Amy and went to sleep. Maybe it was dangerous, but in his heart, he felt like he did have love for this woman. The next morning Amy woke Damon up early. "I have to get home soon," she said, "but first there's something I need for you to do." Damon rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. "What's that?" he yawned. She reached down and squeezed his cock. He was already erect, as she'd hoped he would be. "Take me again," she instructed. Damon complied, rolling over onto her and sliding his pecker into her box. As he began to fuck her, gently this time, she instructed, "Make sure you let me know when you're about to cum; I'll tell you what to do next then." "All right," he shrugged, laying down on top of her. He slowly pistoned in and out of her, guided by her moans of pleasure. He sucked on her breasts, gaining even more of her approval. "How big are these, anyway?" he queried her. "48D," she answered. "Mmm," he answered as he happily sucked one nipple after the other. Before long he felt his orgasm approaching. "What do you want me to do?" he asked. "OK, do you know what a cream pie is?" He did indeed. "Make me one," she instructed. He did so, barely blowing his load inside her tunnel. When he pulled out, he could see his cum perfectly holding place in her pussy, but he doubted it would stay there once she started moving. "Now, hand me my panties," she asked. Again he did as she asked, and she put the undergarment on and stood up as quickly as possible. "Ahh, good," she sighed contentedly. As they both dressed, Damon asked exactly what her plan was. "My husband is always pulling down my self-esteem, telling me I won't leave him because I couldn't find another man. So, when I tell him I have found another man, I have proof to show him." "I see..." Damon marveled. "Well, Patty should be up now. I'll be in touch." The two exchanged phone numbers and went into the living room. Patty and Jason were seated on the couch. "Well, you two were loud enough last night," she commented. Amy blushed. "Sorry, I couldn't help myself." Patty continued to ride her best friend, even bringing up how Amy had promised to be Damon's bitch, slut, cunt, and whore. Damon put his arm around her. "Whatever you want to call her, I just call her mine," he affirmed with a light peck to the forehead. Patty laughed, then said her good-byes to Jason as the three walked out to the one car. They drove to the club to drop Damon with his car and went there separate ways. As Amy had expected, her husband grilled her about her whereabouts the night before the moment she stepped in the door. "Come with me," she said coldly, making her way into the bedroom. After a few swears under his breath, he got up and followed her. He entered the bedroom and closed the door behind him. "Well? Start talking," he barked. Amy was already beginning to undress. "I met a man last night, Richie. A man who treats me with respect and affection. And I plan to continue seeing him. If you have a problem with that, then either start treating me like your wife, or you can divorce me. If not, then keep your mouth shut about it. It's your choice." Richie laughed. "You're full of shit. What man in his right mind would want anything to do with a fat piece of trash like you?" Amy was now down to her bra and panties. "The kind of man who appreciates a woman, Richie, and the kind that knows his way around a woman's body, mind, heart, and soul." "Well, lord knows you've got enough body, too much if you ask me," he shot back. "But what does this Prince Charming have that I don't?" "Where would you like me to start? I mean, he's compassionate; he listens when I talk, he's romantic, and he's better in bed. Not to mention he's young, black, and hung better than you." Her last statement she had added strictly for extra insult; Richie might be able to wise up in the other areas, but those were three things Damon had that were impossible for Richie to gain. "How much younger?" "Twenty-four." Now Richie was in stitches. "You mean to tell me that some black kid is interested in a fat white bitch old enough to be his mother? You are SO full of shit!" he said derisively. His laughter ceased when his wife reached into her panties. "Nope, I'm full of something, but it's not shit!" she fired as she held her fingers under his nose. For Richie, there was no doubting it now; his wife had been with another man. "Fine, go be with him," he sneered. "Who knows how long this has been going on, anyway. I take care of you, support you, and this is the thanks I get..." As she finished undressing, Amy said, "Richie, you have to understand that I love you, for some unknown reason I do still love you. And I love our children. I don't want them to have to suffer through us getting a divorce. But I refuse to go without being loved one day longer. I didn't get married to be 'supported,' or 'taken care of.' I got married to love and be loved. If you won't do it, there's someone who will." "And what happens when he knocks you up?" Amy froze for a moment. She hadn't even thought about the possibility that she might get pregnant. "I'll worry about that," was the only answer she could muster, although she had no clue as to how. With that, she went to take a shower. As the water ran over her body, she wondered if she was making the right decision. Doubt crept into her mind, and she began to ask herself if she was being too selfish. What she was doing risked completely destroying her family and her life. Then she felt his cum leak and run warm down the inside of her leg. She was reminded of how he had given himself completely to her, how he had made her feel so loved, so accepted, so emotionally secure. To Richie she was a wife, but to Damon she was a woman. The last few drops of his seed flowed down the drain, taking all her doubts with it.