8 comments/ 52853 views/ 22 favorites Four Weeks By: deliciousthoughts This story is based on lesbian love, seduction, reluctance and coercion. It is fantasy, for the enjoyment of people who take pleasure in such themes. But if this type of storyline is not for you, thank you for stopping by but please pass on. JENNY Jenny Walker walked out of the shower room and into the bedroom. The plush carpet cushioned her bare feet as she crossed towards the floor-length mirror in the corner. It was the same mirror which used to make their lovemaking sizzle as she and Annabelle watched their sexy reflections as they fucked on their king-sized bed. Sadly, those days seemed a long time ago... She dropped the fluffy white towel to the floor and checked her reflection in the mirror. Her body was in better shape than she'd ever been in her life. Her dark nipples sat beautifully high on her full breasts and her flat stomach was actually showing the beginnings of a six-pack. All those hours spent in the gym were definitely paying off. So why didn't Annabelle find her attractive anymore? How long had it been since they had been intimate? She couldn't remember. It wasn't as if they had argued or fallen out, but the long hours her girlfriend was working had led to them spending less time together. When they did, Annabelle was always too tired or stressed to do anything other than sleep. Her eyes drifted lower to her thin black landing strip. She'd often thought of going bare but her girlfriend had never been in favour. She had always said that look was for sluts. Maybe it was ... but in her recent masturbatory fantasies that was exactly how Jenny depicted herself—a clean shaven slut. Edie Phillips featured regularly in those fantasies, too. That was even more worrying. The black dyke was in her mid-forties—twice Jenny's age—and there was something about her that was undeniably hot. She wasn't particularly attractive, though she had curves in all the right places and the way she swung her exquisite ass as she walked gave Jenny thoughts she shouldn't be having. She had come on to her ever since she had secured the job at the clothing manufacturer and despite the constant knock-backs, had refused to take no for an answer. Persistence was her middle name. It was the same sort of persistence that Annabelle had shown after they had first met. What was it about being targeted and hunted that turned Jenny on so much? Her girlfriend had chased her for a couple of months before she'd succumbed and once they'd got together they couldn't keep their hands off one another. They'd fucked whenever they'd got together and had even gone down on one another in public places a few times. The danger of being discovered had always added to their excitement. It was one of the few things they had in common. Jenny had dark hair. Her girlfriend was blonde. She was slim and athletic. Annabelle was curvaceous. She was all innocence. Her girlfriend was worldly-wise. She was a humble secretary. Annabelle was a young journalist trying to make a name for herself. That was part of the problem. Annabelle was working long hours on a 'top secret' story that left her with little time—or energy—for anything else. As a result, Jenny was left feeling undesirable and unwanted. Thank God for her vibe, even if it was a poor second to a woman's touch. If Annabelle didn't fuck her soon she'd go out of her mind... The buzz of her mobile phone brought her back to the present. She checked the caller ID and a shiver ran across her body. The message was from Edie Phillips. Meet me for a drink tonight? She was being hunted again. Her entire body began to tingle. Resistance was much more difficult when she was so sexually frustrated. Her mind flittered back to that office party. She had had way too much to drink and with Annabelle enjoying herself on the dance floor, she'd gone out onto the balcony for some fresh air. Edie had instantly cornered her. "You've been shooting me that look all evening, honey," she'd told her. "The one that says come fuck me..." She'd tried to object ... to explain that Edie was wrong. She was just letting down her hair and having a good time. But she was no match for the older woman. Edie had stepped closer and trapped her against the wall. "A hot little thing with full breasts like yours makes butches like me crazy." Jenny hated herself for responding to the words. And to the kiss that followed. It had been hot, wet and demanding. And she hadn't been able to resist when Edie had slid her hand under the hem of her dress. She'd been there for the taking and the black dyke had read the signs perfectly. But the approaching voices had made them quickly separate and before Edie could take advantage again she'd come to her senses and fled the scene. She shook her head to wipe away the recollection and glanced at her naked reflection in the mirror again. What would Edie Phillips do if she could see her now? The illicit thought made her feel weak at the knees. Her nipples were hard and the tell-tale signs of arousal were evident between her legs. For a brief second, she thought of grabbing her vibe and doing herself there and then ... but Annabelle's voice was floating up the stairs. "Jen, have you seen that file I was reading in bed last night?" She hurried up the stairs and into the bedroom. "Dammit, I can't find it anywhere. It must be—" "I put it on the top of your dresser," Jenny wearily replied. Once upon a time Annabelle would have thrown her on the bed and instantly ravished her if she'd seen her naked. Now, she didn't give her more than a cursory glance. A newspaper story was more important than she was. She watched as her blonde girlfriend hurried across the room. No thanks. No kiss. Not even a hug. She simply grabbed the file and hurried from the room as quickly as she'd arrived. "I'll have to get a move on or I'll be late," she shouted as she headed back down the stairs. Jenny sighed as she listened to the sound of the front door closing. Then she picked up her mobile phone and began to type a reply... * Jenny shouldn't be here. She knew that. Ever since she'd replied to Edie she'd told herself she shouldn't have agreed to meet her for a drink. She had almost changed her mind half a dozen times but when evening came it was too late and she'd had to go through with it. As it had turned out, things had gone even better than she had anticipated and her early nerves had left her a long time ago. She'd been prepared for Edie coming on strong with her and told herself wouldn't have stood for any such nonsense. But the older woman had surprised her. She'd showered her with compliments ... how stunning she looked in that short black dress ... how perfect her make-up was ... that her brown eyes sparkled. This was a completely different Edie Phillips to the one who had confronted her at the party. That one had been a hungry animal searching out its prey. This one was less direct. She was letting Jenny come to her. When she told her how beautiful she looked tonight, Jenny almost melted. It was as if Edie had known she desperately needed the attention, compliments and affection. As the evening had worn on, she had begun to relax more and more. Even when Edie subtly became more direct after a few drinks, she felt okay. The way the older woman's eyes began to sweep over her body gave her goosebumps. Who wouldn't want her—apart from Annabell, that was. She was attractive, she was desirable. When Edie became more tactile, gently touching her arm, leg or thigh while they talked, she allowed it to happen. Why not? It was harmless enough and her touch was warm and reassuring. "So..." the older woman said, bringing her out of her thoughts. Jenny smiled at her. Edie had left her hand on her thigh this time and she decided not to make a fuss and remove it. They were in public, nothing could happen here. Besides, the contrast in colour between the black woman's hand and her own pale skin looked surprisingly exotic. "I sense that everything isn't well between you and your girlfriend. Would I be right?" Jenny felt her heart suddenly rise in anticipation of where the conversation might be going. She wasn't ready for this. Thoughts of Annabelle made her feel sad. She was enjoying herself with Edie. Why spoil it? "What makes you say that?" she settled for saying. "Instinct." Jenny paused before replying and shuffled uncomfortably on her chair. She wanted to cross her legs but Edie's hand remained on her thigh. "It's none of my business, honey," the older woman huskily continued. The very tips of her fingertips began to move in almost imperceptible circles, just grazing Annabelle's skin. It felt reassuring and sensual at the same time. "But in my experience it sometimes helps to have someone to talk to. Someone who cares about you? Why don't you tell Edie all about it?" Jenny picked up her drink, playing for time. She swirled the dark liquid in its martini glass, trying to focus on what this woman was saying, rather than the sensations the fingers on her bare thigh were creating. It had been so long since Annabelle had touched her. Too long... It didn't help that her head was buzzing. The martinis Edie had ordered had been unbelievably strong and she'd had too many for her own good. When the hand suddenly left her skin she glanced back at the black woman, wanting it back on her thigh again. Edie crossed her legs as she sat back on her seat and waited for a response. She casually swung one foot back and forward, her black shoe dangling sexily from her toes. Jenny managed to pull her mesmerised glance away but only found Edie's deep cleavage. The front zip of her tight black top was pulled far enough down to expose a healthy proportion of her large black breasts. Even through the top she could see her nipples pushing against the fabric. Would they be chocolate brown? She'd always wondered. Warning signals went off in her head. Damn, what was she thinking? She closed her eyes and tried to focus her thoughts. She was ogling Edie rather than the other way around. "It seems to me," the older woman said, casually pulling her black hair onto the top of her head and then sexily allowing it to cascade onto her shoulders. "That you're not getting any. Is that right? No woman should go without. Right?" Too damn right, Jenny thought, wondering how Edie could tell. Was she that transparent? Dammit, she was almost aching with need. Maybe she needed to get home before she lost it. Suddenly bashful, she glanced down at her glass and then raised it to her lips and swallowed the rest of the drink in one gulp. It burned her throat but gave her the courage she needed to open up. "I ... we ... Annabelle is particularly busy at the moment, that's all. It's just meant we haven't spent much time together. Things will change when everything settles down..." She stopped herself, wondering if she really believed what she was saying. She'd always thought so but now she just didn't know any longer. "I'm sure they will..." Edie leant forward as she spoke and rested her chin on her palm. She stared so deeply into Jenny's brown eyes it was as if she could read every thought. "But until then you need to get laid. It's written all over your face. You need it real bad if you ask me. And as long as you're discreet, where's the harm? Jenny stared back at her, trying to make sense of the words. A faint blush covered her cheeks. Edie made it sound so simple. But it wasn't. Was it? "Look, honey, what I'm saying is true," the woman continued. "It's just sex, after all. Even animals do it. Every woman deserves to be made to feel good. You'll be much more able to cope with your problems after you've had some loving, believe me. And if Annabelle isn't interested..." She paused long enough to let the implication sink in. Jenny felt the tears building along her eyelashes. She couldn't be unfaithful to Annabelle. But things couldn't go on like this for much longer. Besides, Edie wasn't really saying anything she hadn't been thinking recently. How many times had she masturbated thinking of other women? That redhead who worked in the clothes shop just across the street from the office ... the curly haired young woman she'd spoken to in the shoe shop ... and then there was the woman sitting opposite her... "I ... I don't know..." "But you do." Edie took her hand in hers. "Don't you?" Jenny sniffed. If she was honest with herself then everything Edie was saying made sense. But she was confused again. This woman had always perfectly fitted her image of an out-and-out dyke and she had expected her to come heavily onto her tonight. This softer side had taken her off guard. "You should think about it," Edie told her. She turned her head towards the waiter and called for the bill with a wave of her hand. "It's your life, honey and I'm sure you can figure it out without my advice." * Jenny rested her head back against the seat in the rear of the taxi and closed her eyes. Edie had been so thoughtful, insisting on them sharing a cab. Her head was spinning ... too much alcohol ... and too many thoughts. Her eyes sprung open as she suddenly felt a hand on her thigh again. "You okay, honey?" Edie softly asked. Jenny smiled and nodded. It felt like too much trouble to speak. For the first time in quite a while someone had taken a real interest in her. That made her feel better than she had in a while. She wasn't alone. Edie was even more attractive than she'd previously thought. With her curvy body and sassy attitude, she'd always thought of her as hot, even if she had brushed off her attentions. But those full red lips looked so ... well, kissable. And there was such a sexual intensity in the gaze Edie had fixed on her that Jenny felt the heat between her thighs. "You're sure?" Jenny nodded again. Those caressing fingers felt so comforting on her skin. When Edie shuffled her body and moved a little closer, she felt goosebumps break out on her skin. The older woman's gaze had never left hers and way she was looking at her was like a starving animal needing to feed. "I've seen that look before, honey." Jenny stared back, confused. "Look? What look?" God, even her words were slurred. Her glance dropped back into Edie's cleavage. Her zip hadn't been pulled that far down in the wine bar, had it? Even in the dim light in the back of the taxi, she could clearly see the lacy black bra. Her breasts were practically spilling over the top. When her eyes slowly drew upwards into Edie's again, the woman smiled. "It's the same look you gave me at the office party." Jenny didn't answer. How could she? What could she say? A flush ran up her neck. The office party. That office party. "You know what I think?" Jenny stared at her. Those fingers on her thigh had somehow pushed under the hem of her dress. She had somehow widened her legs, inviting them in. How had that happened? "I think we have some unfinished business..." Jenny rested her head back against the seat and tried to focus. Holding on to all of her good intentions was just so difficult. She closed her eyes. If she couldn't see what was happening, she couldn't blame herself. Edie was suddenly so close that she could feel the woman's hot breath on her cheek. "I only want to make you feel good," the soft voice was murmuring in her ear. "Tell me if you want me to stop." The fingers were between her legs now. When they gently brushed against her black thong, Jenny could hear her own breath coming out in panted gasps. Lips softly touched hers. She turned her head and sought them out with her open mouth. The kiss was exactly as she remembered from the party—hot, wet and demanding. In the darkness behind her closed eyelids, it seemed as if every sense was heightened. Her chest began to rise and fall as if she was about to hyperventilate. As the probing fingers pushed her material of thong aside she widened her legs, inviting them in. She was so wet. Two fingertips stroked her labia and she groaned. When they twisted and pushed their way inside, her body shuddered and she let out a long, needy moan. "Tell me if you want me to stop," the voice repeated for a second time. But they both knew she didn't. She needed this. The fingers inside her were moving with such a deliciously teasing slowness that she moaned out loud again. And again. She could hear herself. She couldn't stop moaning. It suddenly occurred to her that the noise would have alerted the driver and he was probably watching in his driving mirror. But that only added fuel to the fire. She and Annabelle used to love having sex in public places. And they had done much worse than this in the back of a taxi. But then the fingers were pulling away... No!!! Her eyes burst open in time to see Edie pulling the hem of her dress back into position and moving away. Her knowing eyes remained on Jenny as she settled back in her seat, smiling at the disappointment on the younger girl's face. "I always knew you'd taste this good," she purred softly, lewdly feeding her juice covered fingers to her mouth. She made a show of sucking on them, one after the other. Her tongue sexily ran up and down each digit before flicking across her full lips. She let out a contented sigh as she tilted her head and brushed a piece of imaginary thread from her black top. "It would be wrong of me to take advantage of you tonight, honey..." she quietly explained. "Not when you're feeling so confused. But we can meet up and talk again anytime." ANNABELLE Annabelle took a deep breath as she approached The Dorchester. This story was too important to fuck up. If she made a success of this, her life and career would change for the better. Without using those exact words Griff McAffrey—the best known editor in the newspaper industry—had as much as promised her that. The task was straightforward. She had to make contact with Véronique Moreau and pose as a dancer looking for a job. The French woman was in charge of recruitment for Giuseppe Franco's chain of London clubs. If their suspicions were correct, the clubs were a front for a prostitution racket but suspicions were one thing and validating them was another. Hence her going undercover. Her short blue dress was the hottest she could find in her wardrobe. Hopefully it would get her noticed. Véronique Moreau was known to have a penchant for young women and the dress had assured she always received plenty of attention when she and Jenny went clubbing. Gosh, they hadn't done that for ages. There was no doubt the story had got in the way of her and Jenny's relationship. That hadn't been fair but it had to be done. She'd been working eighteen hours a day for the last month or so, helping fit all the pieces together. Not that she'd been able to tell her girlfriend that. They were sworn to secrecy. If a word of the investigation leaked out the paper would be compromised. She caught sight of her reflection in the glass frontage and pulled her coat a little closer around her body. Was the dress really that revealing? The last thing she needed was for anyone to get the wrong idea. Once inside the hotel she headed for the bar. There were two unoccupied tables and she took one of them, ordering a glass of red wine from the attentive waiter. Crossing her legs, she pulled the hem of her dress as far down her thighs as she could while she perfected her story in her mind. It had to be believable enough for Véronique Moreau to buy it. It was a good hour before the French woman arrived and the blonde reporter blew out a sigh of relief. She was on her second glass and had been attracting unwanted glances from a group of rowdy guys gathered around the long bar. Even the concierge had begun to take notice of her from across the lobby. Four Weeks The other day I went to a lake resort with a friend of mine, named Jenn. Here is my description of the events at that lake. Jenn was that kind of person. Early developer, which obviously made her one of the popular girls. Unlike a typical popular girl, however, she took a liking to me, a somewhat nerdy, shy girl. This was awesome for me, it meant I never got bullied throughout high school. I did however develop quite an affection for Jenn, one that came to full effect that summer by the lake. My bodily transformation did not come until I was 19, but I would say Jenn and me are now comparable in body shape and prettiness, her only outshining me by sheer confidence and a slightly larger cup size. But, now for the events at the lake. We would be there for four weeks, in the middle of summer. It was unbelievably hot, which meant that as soon as we found our cabin we slipped out of our clothes and went to put on our bikini's. Jenn went to our bags and fetched hers, then went through my bag to find mine. I was already naked, and we didn't bother to close the curtains so I asked what took her so long. She said she couldn't find my bikini, which was strange, because I could have sworn I packed it. I thought by now at least 5 guys had walked past our window, but I didn't care. I kind of liked the excitement. I went over to Jenn and inspected my bag, looking for my swimsuit. She backed off to put on her bikini. I said I couldn't find it either, so I'd just put on a bra and panties. She said that would ruin the cloth, so I'd better just go naked. I wanted to protest, but my adoration for Jenn made me unable to defy her. Going out to the beach felt uneasy, but Jenn had a quick pace, so I focused mainly to keep up, distracting me from my nakedness. When we got to the beach I felt many eyes upon me, but no-one had said anything yet. I wanted to go swimming to cover myself up a bit, but she said she didn't feel like swimming so we stayed on the beach. Although the beach as a whole was fairly empty, an unusual amount of people had decided that the best spot to sit on the beach was around our towels. I decided just to lay down and put on my sunglasses, so I could spy on everyone around me doing the same back at me. The group of guys that had gathered around us spent about half the time 'looking in the distance' just above me, and about half 'checking their phone'. a few of them didn't even turn their sound off to hide the clicking sound of the camera. Jenn turned to me and said this was the hottest thing she ever saw anyone do, which made me extremely happy and more than a little turned on, which I already was. I said I really liked doing it. She said okay and then went on to say she forgot her sunglasses at the cabin, though I knew she had them in her bag. She said she would fetch them and that I should remain here in the meantime. I nodded. Alone, the excitement intensified. I looked down to see a young man laying in such a way that he was either intently staring at the top of a tree, or examining my pussy. Almost without thinking I raised my knees and spread my legs to give him a better view. After laying like that for a while, I decided to have a drink from the water bottle I brought. I turned to lay on my stomach and raised myself up on my knees and my elbows. Reaching down into the bag, I made sure to arch my back in a way that would reveal my lips to anyone standing behind me. It felt amazing. When Jenn returned, she explained that she didn't need her sunglasses, she went to the cabin to do something else. Without so much as a smirk, she told me she got rid of all of my clothes, so that I had to spend the rest of the four weeks naked. I simply nodded and lay back down. I looked serene, but my heart was pounding and my mind was racing. A whole four weeks naked. It would have seemed like hell, but now I saw that there was nothing more heavenly. The day went on, which included more time at the beach, a bit of hiking and shopping for groceries. It all felt so much better with everyone staring at me, I wished I'd done this sooner. At the end of the first day we took a shower and went to bed. The following morning, I got up a little early. I went to the kitchen to make breakfast, only to be greeted by two people already at my window, seeming to work out a hiking route. While the eggs were busy being cooked, I decided to see if there was anything to read or do in here. The first cupboard I opened was empty, as were the two following. The fourth one, however, had more interesting contents. Jenn 'got rid' of all my clothes, putting them in a cupboard in the very cabin I stayed in. I chuckled and 'got rid' of my clothes yet again, because I didn't even want them found at this point. as the weeks went on, more people saw me and I grew more and more accustomed to being watched. At the same time, the people grew more and more accustomed to me. When it was time to leave, Jenn gave me back my clothes, saying I should cover up before going into the city. I agreed, reaching in to the pile of clothes. I retrieved a sheer summer dress and put it on. Jenn smiled and said 'Okay, off we go then'. Four Weeks Ch. 02 This story is a follow-up to the original, told from Jenny's perspective. It is based on interracial lesbian love, seduction, reluctance and coercion. It's fantasy, for the enjoyment of people who (like me) take pleasure in such themes. But if this type of storyline is not for you, thank you for stopping by but please continue on your way. CONFLICTING EMOTIONS Jenny loved her large, round whirlpool bath. It was always a relief to sink into it and relax. Especially when she was feeling frustrated. Annabelle was downstairs, talking business on the phone. She had been for the last hour. It was becoming a familiar pattern and sometimes Jenny felt like nothing had changed since the last crisis in their relationship. Annabelle had her work to do, she knew that. But that wasn't really the point. Where was the work-life balance they'd talked about? Normally she could cope with the unfairness she felt. But not when she was feeling this horny. Her girlfriend should be fucking her, not working. She tipped her head back, soaking her hair in the foamy bath water and smoothing it wetly over her scalp. They had just gone through the most traumatic four weeks since they'd got together—and come out the other side. She'd thought that she and Annabelle had patched things up, put their difficulties behind them, and got their relationship back on track. Yet everything was sliding back to the awful numbing state that had seen her seek solace in the arms of Edie Phillips. It was at times like this—when she was feeling dissatisfied and unfulfilled—that she missed Edie the most. The black woman was twice her age and had a way about her that never failed to make Jenny's pulse quicken. Annabelle didn't do that anymore, even despite the brief sexual flurry during their kiss and make up period. It was as if Jenny wasn't attractive anymore. How could she be when her girlfriend was more interested in work than her body. Okay, Annabelle was a young journalist trying to make a name for herself, but did she really have work all those long hours? She glanced down herself in the water. Her dark nipples sat beautifully high on her full breasts and her flat stomach was still showing the beginnings of a six-pack. All those hours spent in the gym were paying off. It seemed ironic that while Annabelle might not appreciate her body anymore, Edie had. It had been the black dyke's persistence that had eventually worn Jenny down. Edie had come on to her ever since she'd joined the firm although Jenny had always turned her down. But with Annabelle no longer interested in her, she had eventually succumbed. She was only human after all. One hand cupped her breast, thumbing her nipple while the other slipped under the water and found her clit. The recollection of Edie's touch returned instantly, sending a shiver across her body despite the warmth of the water. She pulled her hands away and curled one slender leg over the side of the tub. The water trickled from her skin, tracing its way along her inner thigh and dripping back into the bubble filled bath again. She reached for her little pink razor and the bottle of body wash on the edge of the bath. Tipping some of the soapy liquid into the palm of her hand, she spread the lather along her shapely leg and went to work. Satisfied with the result, she switched legs and thought of Edie again. She'd never been with a black woman previously, never realised quite how overtly sexual they were. Edie had an instinctive ability to use words as much as her body to make Jenny resemble jelly. "A hot little thing with full breasts like yours makes butches like me crazy." Who wouldn't be aroused when told something like that? Then she'd taken Jenny to the black lesbian club. "D'you know how many women here are hoping for the chance to fuck you?" The bubbles faded away in the water, leaving behind nothing but soapy islands. Jenny bit her lip as she pushed her hips forward. Her pubic mound rose above the bubble filled water, and she worked a soapy lather into the thin hair as Edie's provocative words bounced around her mind. "Do you know what turns me on more than anything? It's having a sweet little white girl go down on me, especially when she's someone else's woman..." She tried to blank them out as she went to work. Her heart was pumping fast and her breath was coming in short, sharp pants. With every glide of her razor, things got fuzzier and her arousal heightened. "You shouldn't do without. It's bad for you, kitten. It makes you crazy." Edie had been right about that. Here she was, 'doing without' again, and it was driving her mad. Why couldn't Annabelle show some interest in her, for heaven's sake? Even a couple of times a week would be enough to get by. But if Annabelle hadn't wanted her, Edie had. She had seduced and fucked her. Oh my God, how she had fucked her. And Jenny had responded like a bitch on heat. "Didn't I tell you that you needed it real bad? But who would have thought you'd be so insatiable? Or as eager to please?" She went through two razor heads, swiping them across her mound in short strokes until she was smooth. When she was done, her heart was beating so fast she felt like she'd just finished a marathon. She ran her fingers ran across her smoothness, loving the softness of her skin. Edie would love it to... She found her clit again, all swollen and exposed. Images crept back into her mind that she usually pushed away. This time, she embraced them. "Black pussy! You're hooked, kitten." Edie had been right. Even now, she craved it. She closed her eyes and saw Edie's glistening sex infront of her. It was wet and juicy, just like it always was. Needy! In her mind's eye, Jenny could see herself sink to her knees, stretching out her tongue. Her breath quickened again and she slipped a finger inside herself. Instantly, a second joined the first. The feeling of her palm against her newly shaved flesh nearly set her off. She held it back, briefly, while behind her closed eyelids she could see her tongue go to work on Edie's clit. The older woman was stroking her hair, talking to her, encouraging her. Instantly, her climax broke. She made a grab for the towel by the side of the bath and jammed it inside her mouth as her body jerked under the water. The last thing she needed was for Annabelle to hear her orgasmic moans. ---------- Jenny stared thoughtfully out of the train window, and then glanced at her watch. She would be there in half an hour. She'd only been off work for a couple of weeks, but returning to the office after two weeks away wasn't going to be easy. It had nothing to do with the work. It had everything to do with Edie. She had pulled back from her ebony skinned lover when she and Annabelle had patched things up between them. Avoiding her at work was impossible, and quitting her job wasn't an option. How would she have explained such a drastic move to Annabelle? Besides, her financial situation meant that wasn't a realistic possibility. Confessing everything to her girlfriend would have been counterproductive, too. Their relationship was shaky enough and telling Annabelle she'd had an affair while they were struggling would have tipped it over the edge. Instead, she had taken a fortnight's holiday. It felt like running away, but everything was still far too raw to face her. And there was a second reason, however much she tried to deny it. The sexual pull she felt inside her body remained extremely strong. What made facing Edie more difficult was the fact that she had ignored her completely during those two weeks. Not one phone call, voicemail or text message had been returned. Jenny had needed time to think. But now it was time to face up to reality. Yet the irony of the situation wasn't lost on her. Here she was, two weeks later, facing exactly the same problems with her relationship that had originally driven her into Edie's welcoming arms. She took a deep breath when the train reached its destination. Everything was clear in her mind and yet nothing was clear in her mind. The only certainty was that it was going to be a stressful day. NORMAL SERVICE RESUMED "I was worried about you." They weren't the words Jenny had expected to hear. She'd thought that Edie would be upset, angry, frustrated with her. She had every right to be. Jenny hadn't responded to a single call or message. Instead, she was concerned. That was touching. They had skirted around each other for the first couple of hours, and not just because of the delicate situation. It wasn't easy to engage in a private conversation in such a small office environment. But now, at the coffee machine, Edie had caught up with her. She was dressed more provocatively than usual today, despite the office's strict dress code. Had any of the Partners been around, the low-cut neckline that displayed a good portion of heavy cleavage might not have passed the test. Had she dressed that way specifically for Jenny? "Are you okay?" Edie asked, pressing one of the buttons and producing two lukewarm coffees in the cream plastic cups. "Yes. Sort of..." Jenny stammered. "Sort of?" Jenny fought back the knot in her throat. She'd rehearsed this conversation time and time again in her head, but in the imaginary discussions Edie had been mad at her. And she certainly hadn't been wearing such a revealing top. "Yes. I'm okay, thanks," she answered, choosing her words carefully. "It's just that I've had a lot on my mind." "I know that, kitten," Edie said, standing closer and dropping her voice to make sure they couldn't be overheard. Her full breasts pressed against Jenny's arm. They felt warm and comforting. Jenny met her unflinching gaze. "Look, I'm sorry, Edie. I know I shouldn't have avoided your calls," she explained. "But I had to sort my feelings out." "If you're talking about me," Edie calmly said, "We both know what those feelings are. You've just got to face up to them. There's no denying who we really are. Know what I mean, kitten?" Yes. Yes. Fucking yes. Jenny knew exactly what she meant. That was the thing with Edie. You couldn't pretend. She had a way of cutting through the bullshit and focusing on how things really were. But life just wasn't that easy... "And if you're talking about your girlfriend," Edie continued. "However much you might try and fool yourself, you can't fool me. It's clear to anyone with half a brain that your relationship is going nowhere." Jenny blinked back a tear. How could she feel this emotional? Was it because Edie had hit the nail on the head? She was still pretending to herself, but in her heart she knew that everything she'd said was true. There wasn't any point in giving Edie her rehearsed speech—that she and Annabelle were happy, that they were gradually working things out, that she shouldn't have become involved with Edie. The older woman had always had been able to see right through her. "We can't talk here," Edie told her, pouring her unfinished coffee in the chute. Their hushed tones were drawing attention and she recognised that was the last thing Jenny needed right now. "Why don't we finish our conversation after work? Over a quick drink? You owe me that much, yes?" Jenny glanced furtively at that black cleavage again and felt a shiver flow through her body. ---------- It felt like déjà vu. This was how it had started between them. She had been particularly frustrated with Annabelle and had finally succumbed to Edie's suggestion to meet for a drink. She'd let the self-confessed black dyke finger her in the back of a taxi and the next time they'd met, Edie had taken her to a black lesbian club. When they'd eventually gone back to the older woman's apartment, she'd given herself completely. Tonight, it felt like she was starting out all over again. If she wasn't careful, she could easily make all the same mistakes over again. Except ... she couldn't decide if they had been mistakes. Looking back, maybe the mistake had been to stay with Annabelle, to try and make it work? Her girlfriend had promised to change. But she hadn't... Edie had found them a small booth at the back of a wine bar, not more than a couple of minutes walk from the office. It was discreet enough for them not to be seen together by work colleagues and the booth was private enough for them to talk without fear of being overhead. Edie clinked her glass against Jenny's and leant into her. Her body felt so warm and the top of her blouse was cut so low that Jenny could almost see the dark chocolate colour of her areola. Or was that her imagination kicking in again? This woman could turn her on with a single glance. "Let me tell you what I think." Jenny shuffled uncomfortably on her seat as Edie's persuasive tones brought her gaze back up to her face. That look was in her eyes, the one that said just put yourself in my warm embrace and I'll make everything all right. She so needed for everything to be all right again ... she just wasn't sure what that looked like anymore. "Go ahead," she meekly said. This wasn't going to be the easiest conversation she'd ever had, and rather than trying to find the right words it was easier to let Edie take the lead. Or it seemed that way until Edie spoke again... "First things first," she began. "Your encounter with Monica spooked you. Am I right?" Jenny felt goosebumps break out across her skin. Someone had turned up the temperature in the room, hadn't they? Edie reached across the table and took her hand. "You have to learn to trust me, kitten. You're just discovering your real needs, but Edie already knows what makes you tick. Monica was an experience you needed, you wanted. It's just that you didn't know it at the time." "Sure," Jenny said a little uneasily. She'd wanted the word to come out sarcastically but she wasn't fooling anyone. "Tell me I'm wrong, kitten," Edie said, squeezing her hand. "Now that you've had the chance to think back on it, tell me it doesn't make your pussy wet. Tell me you haven't played with yourself thinking about her. Tell me you wouldn't willingly see her again..." She broke off to let her words sink in. Her dark eyes flashed as she smiled knowingly across the table. Jenny picked up her drink, refusing to meet Edie's eyes. She wasn't going to admit it, she just wasn't. But she didn't need to. The heavy blush covering her face gave the game away. Then Edie was taking her hand again, entwining their fingers together. "You're special, kitten. Very special." Jenny tried to maintain her composure. Edie had often used those words. It wasn't true, of course, but Annabelle had never said anything like that to her, not even once. Her girlfriend didn't think she was special, but Edie did. And she wanted to feel special... "We both know I've had lots of white girls," the older woman confessed. It wasn't a secret between them. "I've never wanted a single one of them the way I want you. I want to take you out with me, to show you off to all my friends, let them see that you're all mine. You'd like that, wouldn't you, kitten?" She put her hand on the top of Jenny's thigh as she spoke. The younger girl hardly noticed it. The thrill of Edie's words was unbelievable. Jenny could recall how she had felt when Edie had taken her to the lesbian club. How she had exhibited herself on the dance floor in front of all those black women. How she felt when they'd touched her. "Don't worry, kitten, I'd let you play," Edie softly continued. She moved close enough for Jenny for the girl to feel the heat of her whole body pressing against hers. That spicy perfume of hers smelled so good. Those full red lips were so inviting. Her hand had moved under Jenny's skirt and her fingers were sliding between her thighs. She found herself automatically edging them wider apart to provide better access. "Just like I let you play with Monica..." Jenny gasped under her breath at the provocative words. When Edie's fingers slid under her thong, her touch was gentle but assured. The black predator was seducing her prey again and there wasn't a single thing Jenny could do about it. When she used a single fingertip to stroke Jenny's labia, the younger woman closed her eyes at the delicious frisson. Edie moved her mouth so close to her ear that Jenny could feel the hot breath on her cheek. "Things aren't right between you and your girlfriend and they never will be," she whispered. Jenny felt an irresistible pressure as Edie slid one finger inside her with a teasing slowness. She wanted to look around the room, to make sure they were not being seen, but even if they were being observed she wouldn't have been able to stop this. It felt so good. Her eyes remained closed as Edie added a second finger to the first. "But they're right between us," Edie persuasively told her. She softly fingered Jenny as she spoke, so slowly that the younger woman thought she would scream. She spread her thighs wider, offering herself to her. Sparks of light were exploding behind her eyelids. "I can make you cum," Edie told her, curling and then twisting her fingers, "With a single touch." Jenny bit down on her lower lip as the orgasm obediently washed its way through her body. Right there, in the booth, in the wine bar, she came on Edie's fingers. The sensation was so intense that she thought she was about to pass out. When she forced her eyes open again, Edie was holding both fingers up in the subdued lighting. She turned them slowly back and forth before slowing dipping them into her wine glass and then seductively running them across the outside of Jenny's lips. "That's it," she whispered, as Jenny eagerly sucked the two fingers into her mouth. "But its Edie's black pussy you need to taste, isn't it, kitten?" ---------- Edie stretched out uncomfortably in the rear of the car. Her back was against the window, her legs were spread wide and her skirt was pulled up to her waist. But comfort wasn't an issue. Not with Jenny's tongue working its magic between her thighs. She hadn't been able to persuade the sexy bitch—her sexy white bitch—to come back to her apartment tonight. Jenny and her girlfriend were attending some sort of dinner with friends. That was okay, she could be patient. And Jenny and Annabelle wouldn't be together much longer... But she wasn't going to entirely miss this opportunity! She'd offered to drive Jenny to the station to catch her train, but had taken a detour into a secluded area she knew so well. Jenny had been surprised, but hadn't objected. And when she'd suggested that they make use of the back of the car, her younger lover hadn't taken any persuasion. It had been a long time since a white girl had gone down on her in her car—not since that posh married bitch, Miranda—and she was halfway to an orgasm just at the thought. It was difficult to decide which was more of a turn-on—the location, Jenny's eagerness, or the skilled way her white lover was using her tongue. At first she'd been so enthusiastic, so needy, that Edie had had to calm her down. Now she was working her lips and tongue across her yielding black flesh at exactly the right pace... "See how hard it gets so hard for you kitten," she moaned as Jenny focused on her clit. It couldn't be comfortable for her, lying half-in and half-out of the car like that, but it wasn't affecting her performance. "See ... it just loves that tongue of yours..." Jenny felt the words deep in her soul. She reached up to cup Edie's voluptuous tits through her blouse, delighting in how erect those chocolate coloured nipples were. Her fingers clawed across them at the same time as she sucked harder on that extraordinarily large clit. Four Weeks Ch. 02 She had so missed this feeling... And to service her butch black lover, out in the open, where there was every possibility that someone could come across them, made her dizzy with desire. When Edie arched her body back against the car door, she knew she was getting to her. When she began to grind her hips forward into Jenny's face, it felt like heaven. Her whole body was aching from her uncomfortable position and yet that only added to the growing heat inside her. Her black lover was going to cum on her lips... TWO WEEKS LATER Jenny stared into the darkness out of the taxi window, pondering on what the night had in store. She was apprehensive, yes, but she hadn't felt this level of excitement in a long, long time. Edie had bought her the clothes she wore tonight. At first she had been embarrassed to dress this way, but now she'd got used to the idea she was practically dripping with excitement. The thin yellow wife beater t-shirt left her breasts clearly visible on each side and her black skirt was so short that her skimpy thong was on display. When she'd checked herself out in the mirror, she looked as deliciously slutty as she felt. All of the women at tonight's party would want her... Was it only two weeks ago that her life had changed so significantly? After she'd let Edie drive her to that secluded spot, and then gone down on her in the back of the car, she'd made the decision. Telling Annabelle hadn't been easy. She hadn't mentioned Edie, of course. She had simply explained that she felt their relationship had run its course. Her girlfriend's reaction had reinforced the decision. She had talked about the pressures she was under at work, how the newspaper business was cutthroat, how difficult it was to make her name in the industry. She had also obliquely referred to some sort of outside influences she had to cope with. But what she didn't say was that she loved Jenny. Nor had she made much of an effort to change her mind. As a result, Jenny had taken the huge step and moved out of their apartment the very next day. Edie had been a huge support throughout. She had encouraged her every step of the way, even helping her find a new place to stay, albeit temporary until she could find somewhere more permanent. It was more expensive than she could afford, but Edie had even offered to help with the rent until she could get back on her feet. But it wasn't just the emotional support she had provided... This woman was the hottest, most inventive lover she'd ever had. The things Edie did to her body had Jenny crawling up the wall. And she was the most wonderful teacher, too. She had told her in the most graphic terms exactly what black women enjoyed most ... and then let Jenny practice her skills on her. Over and over again. Sex with Annabelle, before it had become almost non-existent, had become mundane. With Edie, every time was wonderfully different. She would whisper in Jenny's ear when she was finger-fucking her. She would tell her how hot she looked when Jenny was putting her tongue to good use between her thighs. She murmured things to her constantly while fucking her with her strappy. Dirty things... She told her how much Jenny needed black pussy. That sex with other women would keep their relationship fresh. She told her how much she was looking forward to watching Jenny perform on her friends. She'd promised her that she'd personally make sure she had all the black pussy she craved. The sexy black dyke had seduced her with her words, but Jenny had gratefully submitted with all her heart, body and soul. Edie had made her dress sexily and shown her off to her female friends on several occasions in the last couple of weeks. The women had stared at her, at them, and it was clear what they were thinking by the looks on their faces. Yet Jenny's prudish embarrassment had been overridden by a feeling of intense arousal. Yes, she was Edie's. Her older black lover was fucking her. So what? She wanted every friend of Edie's to admire and want her, but to know that they couldn't have her. Not without Edie's agreement. The taxi was slowing as it approached the apartment block. They were in a part of London that Jenny didn't recognise and had long since left the white community behind. She crossed her legs in a vain attempt to control the heat between her thighs. Tonight, it wasn't Edie's pussy she was going to devour! ---------- It was like walking into a saloon in one of those cowboy movies. All eyes had turned towards the stranger in their midst. The difference—apart from the continuing heavy beat of the music—was that in this case there wasn't a suspicious look amongst the sea of gazes. There was only unadulterated lust. The moment dissolved around a shriek from a middle aged woman in the centre of the room. Arms wide, she rushed across and hugged Edie close to her ample frame. "Hey girl, where've ya been," she drawled, her eyes finding Jenny's nervous gaze over Edie's shoulder. "We've been waitin' for ya." "Worth waiting for, Jessie?" "Hell, yeah," the woman answered. She grinned at Edie as she took a step back. Her dark eyes were dancing across Jenny's body. "Would ya look at those titties..." If Jenny's nipples hadn't hardened the moment they'd entered the room, they would have grown hard then. "Jessie's hosting the party," Edie told her. "If you're good, I'll let you thank her later." She dropped her arm over Jenny's shoulder and cupped her left breast "Jessie's the only woman I know," she continued, scratching Jenny's nipple with her long fingernail, "who's almost as hot as Edie in bed." Jessie let out another shriek of laughter. But her eyes didn't leave Jenny's even though she spoke to her friend. "That was quite a night," she murmured. "We goin' to do it again with this pretty lil piece of whitebread? What's her name, by the way?" "Jenny," Edie answered, speaking more to the gaggle of women who had suddenly gathered around them. "This is Jenny. And she just adores black pussy." A combined feminine screech hit the air as, all at once, the woman closed in even further. Suddenly, hand after hand found Jenny's body. Some slid inside her t-shirt, cupped her tits, pinched her nipples, some ran up and down her thighs and others stroked her ass. And someone—who was it?—was actually cupping her sex. Jenny's heart felt like it was going to burst from her chest and she pushed her mound forward against the grasping palm, revelling in the sheer unadulterated feeling of being such an object of desire. One white girl! All these black women! Oh fuck... "That's enough, ladies," she heard Edie boom above the sound of the clamour. Her commanding tone brought an instant reaction. Hands began to reluctantly pull away, even the fingers that had found their way under her thong. Jenny felt her heart drop. She would have been cumming on them inside another thirty seconds. "You know the rules," Edie told the women, unable to keep the gloating tone out of her voice. "You want this sweet white ass and you better come and see Edie first." She grinned sexily at Jenny as she took hold of her hand—didn't I tell you, her gleaming eyes were saying—and then she was leading her across the floor towards the group on the far side. More hands caressed her body on the way, checking her out, but now Jenny's gaze was focused solely on the woman she had come to see. "Hello baby," Monica drawled in that distinctly Caribbean dialect of hers. Her sparkling drank in the contours of Jenny's full breasts and then settled on her glossy lips. Jenny didn't need to be a mind reader to know what she was imagining. "So this is the present Edie promised me..." It took every piece of concentration she had to just stand there, in front of the birthday girl. The recollection of their previous time together flitted through her mind. She'd been reluctant then. Now, her head had gone soft and light in the knowledge that she was going to be allowed a repeat performance. Edie was behind her, and the temperature in her body was rising even before her lover began to drag her t-shirt upwards and over her head. Her skirt went next, leaving her in just her skimpy thong. When Edie tugged it down her thighs, she was naked. The gasps that went up around her found their way to her pussy. So did the needy look in Monica's eyes. But despite the white-hot arousal surging through her veins, she remembered her cue. "Happy birthday, Monica," she simply said. ---------- The music in the main room had dulled almost as soon as Monica had led her into the adjacent bedroom. Not long after, it had been replaced by the sound of the black woman's growls of pleasure. The heat of the moment had consumed Jenny. The very instant the bedroom door had closed behind them she had pushed Monica flat on the bed and practically raped her. It had taken less than thirty seconds to strip her out of her clothes and only another couple of minutes more to bring her to her first orgasm of the night. She had grown to prefer clean, shaved pussies like Edie's, but somehow the sight of that thick black bush again had released a need inside her so ferocious that it surprised even herself. "That's it, baby," Monica had drawled, clutching Jenny's dark hair as she had run her tongue across her glistening labia again. "Like that. Make Momma cum again." Jenny had done. Again and again. She practiced almost everything Edie had taught her, bringing Monica to the boil, backing off, and then, slowly and surely building up the pressure again. Each subsequent orgasm became more intense, and Monica became even more vocal in search of each new climax. "Put that fucking tongue inside, you teasing bitch..." "Suck it out of Momma ... oh yeah ... oh fuck..." "Yeah ... like that, honey, like that..." "My clit, baby ... pleaseeeeeeeeeeee... my clit..." "Baby, Momma's never ever gonna let you go." Even after an hour, neither woman could get enough. Sweat was covering Jenny's prone body and her neck was aching like never before. But she had one more treat in mind. She gripped under Monica's knees and pushed her legs upwards so that she had full access to her wonderful black pussy. Her labia was wet and glistening through a combination of her saliva and the woman's juices. Her clit was hard and shiny. Their eyes met and Jenny held the aroused woman's gaze as she ran her tongue all the way along the valley between her pussy and anus. Monica's shocked body jerked violently and her shriek hit the empty air. Edie had taught her how sensitive that area was. She brought another screech from the trembling woman as she repeated the action. Monica's body was shuddering so hard now it was as if a surge of electricity was being fed through her. The heat radiating from her ebony skin was intoxicating. When Jenny went to work on her anus, her shrieks became continuous. Unless the bedroom was soundproofed, it occurred to Jenny that everyone in the main room would be able to hear. But that thought only drove her on. She circled her tongue around the puckered opening at the same time as her fingers found Monica's clit. She rubbed the slippery bud gently as she pushed her tongue forward, just as Edie had taught her. When her fingers moved faster and her tongue pushed deeper, the West Indian began to wail. When she came, she screamed like a banshee. ---------- It was another half an hour before they were able to rouse themselves and leave the bedroom. Monica's body was still trembling so hard from her orgasms that Jenny had to help her into her clothes. It was only at that point she realised her own had been left behind in the main room. She had no choice other than to return naked. A wave of embarrassment flooded through her. Her nipples hardened again. All the women would have known what had happened in the bedroom and even if they hadn't, Monica had been so loud there was no chance that they hadn't been overhead. She let Monica exit ahead of her. The cheer that greeted her made her cringe. When she nervously followed her into the room, the cheers grew into a crescendo and some spontaneous applause rang out. She glanced apprehensively towards Edie and the beaming approval in her lover's sparkling eyes sent a feeling of pride rippling through her naked body. Then Edie was nodding at the wall to her left. Jenny followed her gaze towards the huge screen. How could she have missed seeing it when she had arrived at the apartment? The monitor was still turned on and the sight facing her was unmistakeable—Jessie's bedroom. The implication took only a few seconds to register. For the last hour and a half, the women had been treated to a homemade blue movie. Jenny had been the star. ONE WEEK LATER The way Edie was staring so deeply into her brown eyes made Jenny's body tingle. But that was nothing compared to the shivers of arousal the older woman's suggestion had invoked. At first she thought she was joking. She hadn't been. She was almost ashamed to admit that the idea, as preposterous as it first seemed, excited her. It would give her access to the thing she valued most, and any opportunity to leave her humdrum job and earn an even better living had to be seriously considered. They had just enjoyed a light lunch at one of Edie's favourite haunts. It was busy of course. It always was. Other women like Edie—black dykes—took their white girls there, too. Their white bitches, she'd heard them called—not that Edie had ever referred to her that way. "They all want you, you know," Edie murmured, nodding around them. Jenny felt the blush wash through her. It wasn't the first time Edie had told her the same thing. "Look at them," Edie went on. Her black shoe dangled sexily from her toes as she sat back and casually swung one foot back and forward. "And look at the little white girls with them. They're all beautiful, all sexy, but their owners are all glancing over at you. I told you that you were special, didn't I kitten?" Yes, she had. And Jenny was beginning to believe her. The other dykes here were looking at her. And other black women stared her way even when she just walked down the street. Then there had been the party. The women present hadn't been able to keep their hands off her. Every one of them had wanted her but Edie had allowed that pleasure to only Monica and, for a short time later, Jessie. Jenny crossed her legs and smiled wistfully to herself. Neither woman had been disappointed. Her eyes found Edie's again. What else had she just said? "Owners," she asked. "Is that what you are? My owner?" Edie threw her head back and laughed heartily. Her right hand found its way to Jenny's thigh and the very tips of her fingers began to move in almost imperceptible circles, just grazing the skin. "Kitten, I'm older than you and have much more experience of these matters," she said, sliding her fingers under the hem of Jenny's dress now. "I try to give you what you want, but you make all your own decisions, don't you?" Jenny couldn't help the wry smile that crossed her face. In one sense that much was true, but she'd had many examples of Edie's persuasive powers. She was experiencing them now. How could she not open her legs wider to allow the probing fingers better access? "And talking of decisions," Edie went on, working two fingers inside her thong. "What do you really think of my suggestion?" ---------- Jenny gazed out of her car window at the apartment block opposite, trying to rationalise what she was about to do. Who would ever have thought she'd face a situation such as this? Her life had changed dramatically in such a short period. Not only had she ended her relationship with Annabelle, but she had submerged herself completely into Edie's world. No, the woman didn't tell her what to do, but she the compelling options she provided were difficult to resist. Was that why she was here? Because she wanted this, needed this—or was it that she wanted to please Edie? The answer was both, she concluded. She still hadn't decided if the experience was to be a one-off, or whether she was seriously contemplating this as a full time proposition. Tonight would make up her mind. She furtively glanced around as she slipped out of the car, still unsure of herself, and then locked the door behind her. If anything, she was even more apprehensive than she had been before making her appearance at Monica's birthday party. At least she had Edie to guide her then. Here, she was on her own. The apartment was on the third floor and throughout her upward journey she kept telling herself to breath. Reaching the door, she took another deep breath and composed herself. The woman answered her sharp knock within a few seconds. She was around Edie's age and her skin was a deeper shade of black. Jenny hadn't expected her to be this attractive, and from the way her apple-sized breasts and nipples were outlined against her thin black robe, it seemed like she was naked underneath. "Kitty?" she asked, more confidently than she felt. "I'm Jenny. I'm your escort for the night." The woman just smiled and stood to one side so that she could enter the apartment. Jenny took a moment to check out the room and when she turned back Kitty had already unfastened her robe. Her body was even firmer than Jenny had imagined. The dark-chocolate nipples on her perky breasts stood out long and proud. She had the tiniest of landing strips that seemed to point the way to her pussy. Her labia was already glossy with arousal. She imperiously sauntered towards the chair in the corner of the room. When she sat down, she spread a leg over each arm of the chair and lewdly opened her engorged folds with her fingers. "Jenny, huh?" she murmured. "Well you're bought and paid for, honey child, and you didn't come cheap. So you'd better get that cute white ass over here and make Kitty squirm and shake." ---------- "Does it excite you?" Kitty provocatively asked. "Being a prostitute?" They were in her bedroom now. Jenny had made her cum twice in the chair and Kitty had opened a bottle of champagne. "To celebrate," she'd said. "Apart from a beautiful young Puerto Rican girl I fell in lust with during a business conference, no-one has made me cum that quickly..." But rather than filling either of the two champagne flutes she'd brought into the bedroom with her, she emptied half of its contents across her tits. Jenny had watched in awe as the fizzy liquid had run in rivers across and between her breasts, along her stomach and down to her pussy. "Juanita loved to drink champagne this way," she had said huskily, opening up her legs. "How about you..." Jenny had instantly obliged, scrambling between her ebony thighs and lapping at the bubbly like a thirsty cat. If the Puerto Rican girl could turn this woman on, so could she. It had been so unbelievably sexual, drinking in the exotic cocktail of fizzy champagne and Kitty's free flowing juices. Edie was going to love it when they tried this together. But Edie had remained in the back of her mind as Kitty had humped her beautifully tight pussy against her face. She'd focused on the panting woman's clit and it hadn't taken long until she was screaming out yet another noisy orgasm. Afterwards, they'd finished the rest of the champagne—conventionally this time—and snuggled into one another. They had made small talk at first. Then Kitty had hit her between the eyes with the question. "Does it excite you, being a prostitute?" "I'm not a prostitute," Jenny instantly protested. She jerked her head up from Kitty's apple sized breasts to look at her. How dare she call her that? Four Weeks Ch. 02 "I'm an escort," she emphasised. "You're being paid for sex," the woman said with a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders. "That makes you a prostitute in my book." Jenny's eyes widened as she stared up at Kitty. Why did she have to say that? She sent her an angry look and rested her head back on the woman's soft breasts again. What was the point in arguing? But Kitty wasn't going to let it rest. She was having fun. "I run my own business," she explained, stroking Jenny's dark hair. "I have twenty staff now. We're very successful and they all work hard. Maybe I should hire my lil white girl prostitute as a bonus for them? It'll be tax deductible, after all." Jenny angrily twisted her head again, but before she could tell Kitty what to do with herself and her business, the woman had gripped her hair and pulled her head upwards. Their mouths clashed in an angry kiss that quickly turned deep and passionate. "You can call yourself anything you want, honey child," Kitty panted, staring into her brown eyes as the kiss came to an end. "But to me you're just a white-whore." Jenny tried to twist her body away but despite her slender physique, Kitty was deceptively strong. She turned Jenny onto her back and slid a thigh between her legs, scissored their bodies together. "Feisty, huh?" she laughed. Despite Jenny trying to pull her head away, she kissed her unwilling lips again. Her hands were on her ass, pulling their pussies more tightly against each other. Then she stared to grind. "You're bought and paid for, honey child, remember?" she murmured. "You're my white-whore for the night." Jenny tried to pull away, but each struggle only seemed to cement their bodies more closely together. Besides, it was just a token protest, this woman was right. She was Kitty's for the night, bought and paid for. That had been the agreement, after all. She began to relax as Kitty upped the pace. The way she was moving, grinding her hips in tiny circles, felt sublime. She could actually feel their clits rubbing against one another and her hands found Kitty's firm asscheeks as she let out a throaty groan. "That's it," Kitty triumphantly encouraged. "Give yourself to me..." She began to move faster, harder. Her perky breasts bounced with each sexy grind. Jenny closed her eyes and threw her head back, letting Kitty fuck her until the friction became impossible to ignore. She let out another, deeper, growl, as her own hips began to respond. She pumped upwards, trying to match the woman's rhythm. She was feeling the heat now. Their eyes met and it suddenly became a battle of wills. Who was going to give in first? But this woman knew exactly what she was doing. Without breaking stride, she reached for the champagne bottle and poured the contents down between their thighs. The slapping noises of black flesh on white flesh grew louder. Jenny bit down on her lower lip but her thighs had started to shake and she couldn't hold back. Kitty gripped her hair again, pulling her head next to hers and holding it there. Mouth open, she watched the expression on Jenny's face as she climaxed and then tossed her head back as she let the girl's orgasm trigger her own. It took a while before the trembling in their bodies began to settle and then Kitty tenderly pulled Jenny against her again. "My, my, honey child," she softly murmured in her ear. "You do know that you and I are really going to get to know one another over the next few weeks." EPILOGUE "Tell me when you first wanted me," Jenny murmured. It was early morning and neither she nor Edie had enjoyed much sleep. They'd been fucking all night. What better way to celebrate her move into a luxury apartment. Who would have thought the money she had made over the last three months could have led to this. Her client list was growing with each passing week. "It was the first time I saw you," Edie replied, smiling warmly at her younger lover. They lay next to each other on the bed. "You came into the office that first day, all innocent and wide-eyed. I just knew then that I had to have that pretty little white ass." Jenny laughed and reached out to stroke Edie's cheek. A sheen of perspiration covered her dark skin and it made Jenny want to lick every inch of that rich black flesh. She remembered that first day as if it were yesterday. Edie had come on to her then, and had continued to do so despite the constant knock-backs. Persistence had been her middle name. "When did you know for certain that you were going to have me?" It was Edie's turn to laugh. Her smile broadened as she ran the tip of her finger along Jenny's full lips. "You know that," she chided. "It was the first time I felt these sexy lips on mine. You remember that office party, kitten?" How could Jenny forget? With Annabelle enjoying herself on the dance floor, Edie had cornered her on the balcony. She should have resisted the kiss but she hadn't. Nor had she made any objection when Edie had slid her hand under the hem of her dress. Only the sound of the approaching voices had stopped her from giving herself there and then. "You corrupted me," Jenny chuckled. "Me?" Edie said. Her eyes fluttered wide in mock-shock. "No, I just opened your eyes to a world of possibilities, kitten." Jenny's aroused gaze fixed on Edie's gaze as she twisted her body and slithered down between her spread legs. Everything she'd ever wanted was waiting for her between those black thighs. When she dipped her head towards the Promised Land, Edie grinned. "Black pussy, kitten," she murmured happily. "All yours..." THE END Four Weeks With An Angel This was probably not a good idea. No, this is definitely a BAD idea. Once again, thinking with my dick, I knew the law of averages was decidedly against me this time. There's no way I could ever get away with this one, without it coming back to haunt me. Weighing the outcome, I made my decision. I will just tell her there was too much at stake. She'll understand. Then, maybe she can help ME understand! Our discreet, forbidden relationship started a month ago, but actually the story began some 14 years past. My wife and I had been married 10 years, when her sister's family came to visit us. Her sister's two girls, Sherry and Teri also came along. Both girls were cute, but with her naturally platinum hair and facial features, Teri was already in a league of her own. At sweet sixteen Teri displayed all the signs of blossoming into a beautiful woman. The family visit was uneventful, and we didn't see them for another two years. It was on our trip to visit them that I realized what a difference two years can make! Teri must have grown a foot, standing eye-to-eye with me, at 5'9". That was not the only anatomical change. Her perfectly toned body had lost all the baby fat. In its place, was a trim, statuesque blonde with what seemed to be an incredible set of tits. Her girlish facial features had also matured into the face of a stunning model. Her natural, carefree air and grace reflected a less than virginal sense of sexuality, but she was void of any knowledge of how to flaunt it. Her lack of ability to flaunt and flirt was largely do to her mother's overwhelming influence. Several years later this detrimental relationship worsened with her parents divorced. The following twelve years were nearly unbearable to watch. Teri's relationships with men were all short-lived. Her boyfriends (now men), could never quite live up to her mother's expectations. Thus, they couldn't measure up to Teri's impossible demands. Her exquisite figure and features only made for other problems. Every available, healthy male was attracted to her body and surface personality, but soon found that there was no sexuality to go along with it. Her mother's puritan assumption: "If you’ve got it - DON'T DARE flaunt it", didn’t help the situation. Teri’s lack of self-awareness led her to develop a total lack of self-confidence. She hadn't learned to exhibit or accept human frailty. Instead of looking for Mr. Mostly Compatible, she was still hopelessly lost, waiting for Mr. Impossibly Perfect. She was learning, the hard way, that playing a 30-year-old Snow Queen was not a role she relished. WEEK ONE Last month the planets must have properly aligned. One weird coincidence fell into place, that otherwise would have never happened. Once a month we (my wife and I) could expect a visit from her niece. As was the custom, Teri stopped by our house, on her way home from work one evening. That particular night, my wife had to work overtime and called to say she would be tied up for hours. When Teri arrived, I gave her the news. At first she acted a bit perturbed. "Well Donny, If you don't mind, I just have to crash a bit?" She said, flopping into a chair. Clearly, she was exhausted and I offered her a drink to unwind. She was still dressed in her corporate garb, a subtle jacket with matching skirt. We nursed our drinks and she started to unload. Feeling like her whole life was closing in around her, she described how everybody made inconsiderate demands on her. "If I'm not trying to please corporate, then it's my mom. I'm not doing anything to please myself, and I seem to alienate any man who tries to hit on me. I'm so absorbed with care-taking, I don't take time to care for myself!" She went on to cite supporting examples to show the degree of her desperation. Before long, she was in tears. I poured my beautiful, troubled niece another drink and tried my best to console her. I came to her, stood and bent over to wrap my arm around her slumping shoulders. I rubbed her arm and shoulder, as her breast heaved with each sob. "I'm actually kind of glad that Barb ISN’T here. She always gives me advice. I know she means well, but sometimes it's nice just to have someone to lean on, you know?" Crouching down in front of her, I wiped away a tear or two. "You can always feel safe with me, Teri. I'm sure not one to ever give advice," I said, with a laugh. "If I could just get over being so inhibited around men. I just can't relax and be myself (whoever that is) with them." I continued to soothe her, with soft strokes on her arms, shoulders and neck. "Teri, with your body, men are naturally going to be attracted to you. I don't think of that as being a big problem," I stated. "Keeping them attracted to me is the problem! I can't flirt worth a shit, and my body language skills are non-existent. I feel sensual, but I can't express it. God, why am I telling my uncle this stuff? I'm sorry, Donny." "Hey, I'm still a guy, like all the rest. Just because I'm your uncle doesn't mean I don't have a sex drive. There's still plenty that turns this old geezer on." She laughed and apologized. "If only I could find some single guy out there like you, Donny." "Hey girl, there's plenty out there better than me!" I said. "Well I haven't found one yet." "You probably have met him, and just don't know it." "What?" "Perhaps that certain someone didn't recognize the REAL you -whoever that is?" "That's for sure! Maybe you should show me how to keep them interested?" She asked. "...and, in the process, we might discover who the REAL you is," I added. "Yeah, that's sounds great! When can we get started?" She begged. I told her we could start right now, but there were some things she was going to have to trust me about. I explained that some of the exercises were rather personal and she might even consider them obscene. She was at the end of her rope, and agreed that she would at least try everything I suggested. The first exercise would be for her to gain total self-relaxation and self-appreciation. I told her to assume any position that she thought would totally relax her. She opted to stretch out on our front room couch. After a minute, she felt bound up in her dress clothes. I offered her a robe and told her to just take off whatever she felt comfortable with. Being the total gentleman, I left the room, while she stripped. "OK Donny, I think I can relax now," she said, loudly enough for me to hear. When I came back into the room, I noticed the discarded suit, blouse, shoes and hose. She lay on the couch, with her eyes closed. "I feel much better now!" "Nothing binding you? Nothing to stop you from feeling relaxed?" I asked. She laid deeper into the couch, uncrossed her long legs and took a deep breath. Letting it out slowly, she opened her eyes. "There is one more thing, but that might not be proper," she wondered. "I told you that you would have to trust me. Now, what is it?" I asked. "My, my bra. It's really tight." "So, take it off. I won't look." She sat up and unhooked it. "OK, you can turn around now," she said, with a sigh of relief. She threw it on the discarded pile of clothes. As I moved the pile to a nearby chair, I couldn't help but notice the conservative bra's size tag, 40DD. Up to that point, I had speculated at her size at 38. I figured she must really wear it tight to hide some beautiful knockers. What a shame. She began taking deep breaths and I had her tense up and release specific areas of her body. Merely through the power of suggestion, I had her totally relaxed. These were just routine Lamaze relaxation techniques, but she didn't seem to know that. She was quite amazed at the different states of relaxation she could reach. I told her, with practice, she could do the exercises by herself. I was pleased that she caught on so quickly to the exercises. "That's enough to learn today. Teri, you did real good!" I remarked. "You said self-relaxation AND appreciation, Donny. Where's the self-appreciation part?" "I didn't expect you to be ready for that part already!" I said, smiling. "Is this the obscene part, Donny?" "I suppose some people might think so," I said. "Well, let's say I be the judge of that. Let's try, OK?" She suggested. I nodded and had her achieve her relaxed state again. I sat down on the floor next to the couch, and lowered my voice to a whisper. "Men usually require some imagery, when they "appreciate" themselves. Do you need some imagery, Teri?" "Maybe, this first time, if you don't mind?" She whispered. No, I didn't mind at all, are you kidding? Just the idea of being this close to her perfect body was giving me a hardon. I began, by describing the features of her make-believe lover: his face, hair, height and body shape. Next, I told her all sorts of wonderful things about their relationship, and how they were true soul mates. When they made love, he only wanted to please her in every way. When I started to describe the intimacies of their love making, she naturally started to use her hands. With her eyes gently closed, I described how he ran his hands up and down her body. She moved her hands accordingly, from her hips to her neck. "His lips and tongue want to savor the softness of your neck. His tongue needs to outline your supple shoulders, down your arms and your delicate torso. The taste of your skin is like an elixir to him, making him want more and more of you." Her hands found their way under the robe, and slowly made their way up to her chest. As I described the tenderness of his touch, I could see her fingers lightly teasing her nipples under the robe. It took all my will power to keep from undoing the rope knot holding her robe closed. I could only imagine the beauty that lied beneath. She let out a slow moan, as I prodded her imagination. "His wet lips and tongue tease at the hardness of your tits, as his hands open to caress the fullness of you." Her hands cupped her giant melons, putting a strain on the robe. Through an expanded opening I could see one hand massaging her boob. The moaning became more intense, as she licked her lips and quickened her pace. Her hands changed from messaging, to grasping, and back again. Faster and faster the positions changed, and her knees bent and fell in tandem. She was having an orgasm, just by feeling up her tits. That's when I realized I had a truly sexually repressed woman on my hands. Either that, or could she be showing off? I took a pause from my suggestive narrative, and she stopped her movements. "Gosh, Donny, I'm so embarrassed. I've never done that before!" "You've never given yourself an orgasm?" I asked, unbelieving. "No. I have had them before, but only with guys." "Well, allow me to introduce you to your new, best friend -YOURSELF!" I exclaimed. "Wow! I liked that a lot, but I don't think I could have done it without your nasty story." "Teri, if you're going to become totally aware of who you are, you better start using the correct terminology. Number one; there is no such thing as "nasty" to a consenting adult. Those precious orbs of yours are tits, boobs, hooters -whatever. What you just did was cum, or come, or climax, Basically, you had an orgasm. Now, you say it," I demanded. She repeated the words and phrases, over and over, until she felt comfortable with saying them. She felt sexually self-satisfied, perhaps for the first time in her life. I explained there was much, MUCH more to learn, but that was quite enough for one day. She reluctantly complied, dressed and we said our goodbyes. "Call me soon, Donny," she said, bouncing to her car. Call her soon? Whoa, I was stunned! This is my niece! Surely, she's not serious. I soon brushed it off, thinking she was just being nice. WEEK TWO It wasn't until exactly a week later, that I realized she wasn't just being nice. That's when the phone rang. "Hi Donny. This is Teri. You didn't call me!" She said, rather upset. "See, that's the effect I have on men!" Now I felt embarrassed. "Gosh Teri, I'm sorry. How are you doing? You sound better." "Not too bad. Pretty good actually. I've been having titty orgasms everyday now for a week. I even bought a few frilly bras. You should see them. They look great on me!" "I'm quite sure they look marvelous. So, what's on your mind tonight?" "Well, you said there was much more to learn, and I've been waiting for my next lesson. When can we get together for that?" Considering what had happened last week, I decided it probably wouldn't be a good idea to contact her. Besides the uncle/niece relationship and the fidelity issue, there was twenty years difference in our ages. Even if she considered our arrangement as innocent as it appeared, there was something inside telling me not to "go there". I opted to put her off, with excuses, to see if she would take the hint. "Gee Teri, I've been so busy with work and all. I don't mean to put you off. It's just my job and stuff," I lied. She had a lilt in her voice. A sense of excitement about her, that I hadn't seen since she was young. It was infectious. She wouldn't let me off the hook and wanted to enhance her newfound feelings. I gave in, and suggested that we could do the next exercise over the phone. Sensing that I wasn't going to see her, she agreed and began her relaxing techniques. "I put my phone on speaker phone, to leave my hands free," she said, seductively. She also informed of the fact that she was in the nude. My imagination got the best of me again, and I undid my pants. After five minutes of relaxation, she and I were ready. "OK Donny, so how will my secret lover please me tonight?" With the phone separating us, coupled with my visions of her nakedness, I could actually become her secret lover. Instead of referring to "he", I spoke in the first person. She must have moved the speakerphone next to her ear, as I whispered. "Tonight, Teri I will take you to singular heights of passion you've never known. My lips, my tongue, my hands, my whole body is dedicated to bringing you the pleasure you deserve." Listening, I could hear faint moans and an occasion "yes". I knew I was in control. Just like before, I had her fondle her tits to an orgasm. Now it was time to venture to new frontiers. Once she had regained her normal breathing I started. "I have to have all of you, my love. I have to touch and taste the essence of you entirely. My hand lightly runs the length of your torso. My fingers feel the smoothness of your abdomen and the warmth of your hips. Moving to your rounded thighs, my fingers are on fire." "Yes, I feel them," she whispered. "I feel the warmth of your inner thighs, and your legs part. You want me to feel you. You need me to taste you. My hand reaches to your pussy. You always trim your hair just for me, and my fingers part your sweet lips." "God Donny, how did you know that I trim down there?" "Lucky guess," I said. "Your pussy is already wet for me, and your legs spread apart further to invite my touch. Slowly and gently my index finger finds your clit, while my third finger circles the entrance to your sweet hole." "Oh God! That feels sooo good. YOU feel so good! Don't stop now," she said breathlessly. "Your hips rise and your pelvis pushes against my hand. This causes my fingers to enter the warm, wet vagina. I want your now, more than life itself. Your pussy is on fire, and there's only one way to put it out..." "Do it! Do it NOW, Donny! Eat my pussy! Make me cum. I feel you all around me. I feel you IN me. Fuck Me!" She begged. "My tongue teases your clit. My fingers spread your pussy wide and my mouth sucks in your hot juices. My fingers are deep in you. Faster and faster, harder, deeper...you are mine. Come to me now, my love. Let your juices fill my mouth. Savor the stinging pain and pleasure of me." "OH GOD! I'm there! FUCK ME, Sweetheart!" My hand took one last, long stroke at my pulsating cock, as we came together. I dare not tell her the effect she had on me. I couldn't tell her how the sound of her lust filled me with uncalculated desire. It was the best sex I never had with another woman, and I couldn't tell her. "Donny, I don't know about you, but I'm in heaven. God, these are sensations I've never felt. I'm almost shamed to say its some of the best sex ever -and you weren't even here!" I explained that she shouldn't forget those feelings. Now she had some new exercises to practice. She tried to keep me on the phone, but just hearing her voice was making me hard again. "OK, I'll let you go, Donny, but you have to PROMISE to call me next week?" "I'll do my best. Take care now and sleep tight," I said. "Oh, I will sleep like a queen tonight, thanks to you, sweetheart." When she said "sweetheart", a feeling swept over me. This was a feeling I hadn't felt in years. Strangely enough, it's like riding a bike; you never forget how it feels to fall in love. WEEK THREE This was the longest week in recorded history. The days, hours and minutes seem to be moving in slow motion. The mere idea of her filled my every thought. I had to stop several times a day to shake myself back into reality. There was simply no way I could keep up this charade. She really didn't feel anything for me. She was just being her sweet unassuming self. She now had all the tools necessary to enhance her self-esteem. She surely didn't need any further help from a dirty old man like me. I made up my mind. I wouldn't call her tonight. It wasn't right and could only lead to disaster. I finished up my work, threw on my coat, and checked my email once more, before shutting down for the day. MISSING YOU SWEETHEART - PLEASE CALL TONIGHT! That was all the email said. My heart must have skipped a beat, as I read and reread the six-word message, I recognized my fate. I HAD to call her. I HAD to hear that sexy, sweet voice of hers again. Thoughts of her carried me home in a cloud. I waited until 8:00, and then dialed her number. No answer. I let it ring, at least seven times. Still, no answer. As I hung up, my body sank. All the adrenaline, the anticipation fell to the floor. She wasn't there, or maybe she was just running late. I waited until 8:30 and tried again. No answer. Jesus Christ Donny, get a grip. This isn't high school. The girl is a grown woman. Something must have come up or maybe she wised up to our pointless situation? Whatever the reason, I had to put it out of my..."RING!" "Donny, what's up? Hey, sorry I wasn't home," said Teri. "No problem. What's going on?" I asked. "I'm in a bit of bind, and could really use your help. See, I went to this bar after work, and I think I had one too many. These guys are hitting on me, and I'm...I'm kind of afraid. Do you think you could pick me up?" "Sure. Where are you at. I'll be right there," I said, anxiously. The place turned out to be one of those little bars attached to a motel, just off the interstate. I made some lame excuse to my wife about picking up a drunk friend (which wasn't far from the truth). After a twenty-minute drive, I pulled into the dimly lit parking lot. "Oh Sweetheart, there you are. God, I'm so glad you showed up! I was afraid I would have to ask one of these gentlemen to drive me home," Teri said, in a loud voice. She was completely surrounded by six guys, all of whom were on the large size -truckers, I think. She made a path between two of them and rushed over to me. She clearly had been drinking. Her dark, conservative suit jacket and skirt were disheveled, and her white, satin blouse was unbuttoned almost to her waist. She was wearing one of her new, lacy bras that showed off her ample cleavage. She saw my eyes light up, when I saw her open blouse. Four Weeks With An Angel "Sorry Honey, I was just showing them my new bra. See, they made a bet that I wasn't really a 40 double-d. I had to show them, to win the bet, you know?" She said, giggling like a teenager. "I'm sure you did. Now I think its time we head home. Get your purse, and let's go," I said, gruffly. I figured that maybe if the men thought I was pissed, they would leave her alone. She strutted back to the bar and retrieved her purse. Several of the men whispered to her and smiled as she walked passed their leering eyes. She turned back to them and shook her tits. "Maybe next time, boys. Bye!" She said, seductively. "Geeez Teri, that was close!" I exclaimed, once we were out the door. She locked her arm around mine. She still hadn't fixed her blouse, and bumped her tits against my arm, as we walked. Her long, platinum hair flew in the cool, night wind. I let her in the rider's side of my car. "Gosh, that was fun. I was really flirting with those guys, and it was FUN!" "Yeah, fun and dangerous! You know, another half-hour and they would have raped you!" "Oh no, Donny. I might look drunk, but I am in total control," she said, smiling. "So, that was just an act? Well, you sure had me fooled. OK, now you can fix your blouse. You had your fun." "Why, didn't you want to see my new bra? It's very sexy -see!" With that, she unbuttoned the rest of her blouse, stuck out her chest and shook her mammoth melons at me. "You like?" She asked, trying to capture my gaze with her eyes. "Very sexy. You made a good choice. It compliments your figure nicely." I remarked, nervously. Sitting there in the dark parking lot, I was beginning to feel a little paranoid. Teri unbuttoned the cuffs of her blouse and pulled the blouse and jacket off together. "Don't you realize, sweetheart, this is all for you," she said, reaching around to unhook her bra. "The phone call, the bar, my sexy bra, the motel room, its all for you, Donny. "The motel room?" "Yes, Dear. Number 12. Right there," she said, pointing into the darkness. "But...but...we can't," I stuttered. "I'm afraid you've awakened a sleeping monster, and now you have to deal with it. After our phone call last week, I haven't been able to think of anyone but you. Tell me you didn't like making love to me over the phone?" "Teri, I think maybe this is more than what we want. I only meant to help you learn how to pleasure yourself, through the powers of relaxation and suggestion," I reasoned. "So, you never once wanted to touch these, to taste these..." She dropped her bra and out fell the most beautiful pair of tits I've ever seen. The huge melons sagged very little and swayed gently, as she lifted one and licked the nipple. Seeing my reaction, she cupped them and mashed them together. My cock was instantly hard, and I tried to adjust myself. She looked down at my crotch and smiled. "Tell me you want me Donny. Here, taste my tits." "Oh God Teri. I DO want you. I do want to taste all of you." "Then?" She begged. I couldn't stand it any longer, and dove into her tits. I kissed, sucked and lapped every inch of her lovely jugs. My saliva soaked tongue coated her nipples and my mouth tried to suck in each one of the mountains. She moaned and licked in my ear with the wet sound of pure lust. Her hands grabbed at my pants, as my kisses found their way up her neck. Her full, painted lips parted to meet mine. Our tongues met and danced; as I continued to feel her tits and her hands gripped the outline of my hardon. Steam was forming on the windows, when she backed away from our kiss. "Let's go inside. I want you so bad, Sweetheart," she whispered. My aroused body was operating solely on impulse power, and the overwhelming impulse at that moment was to have her. The cruel truth of reality took the form of a cool night breeze. The cheap motel room had all the glamour of a naked light bulb. The aroma of musky nicotine reminded me of a seedy nightclub. Teri led me to the bed, undid her skirt and let it fall. I stood, totally numb, staring at her beautiful, trim body. She laid down on the squeaky twin size bed. She was the vision of an angel in hell. "Teri, honey, this place isn't for you. You're no common whore. It's just not right." She leaned up near the bed's edge and tried to regain my focus. Her hands reached for my hips and then to my crotch. She unzipped my pants and opened the belt. Without a word she took my now semi-hard dick into her mouth, trying to bring me to a full erection. "Teri, TERI, stop now," I softly, but reluctantly demanded. She took my cock out and looked up at me with those angel eyes. "We simply can't do this. I'm your uncle, for God's sake. You're twenty years younger than me, and I'm married, Dam it! And, this place is a pigsty! -no offense." A tear fell from the corner of her eye and her face crumpled. She held her face in her hands and started to sob. I had rejected the most attractive woman I've ever known. Am I crazy? Hell YES! I sat next to her on the pitiful bed and put my arm around her. "Honey, its not you! You need to make love to someone without so much baggage. This could only bring pain to both of us, and Barb. Don't you see that? Huh?" Her sobs turned into sniffles and she nodded, in agreement. "Its just...I've never wanted to give myself to someone, like I do you, Donny. Are you sure there's nothing I can do to make you want me?" "Believe me! You don't have to do ANYTHING, for me to want you, Teri. Every fiber in me wants to have you. Not taking you right now is the hardest thing I've ever done!" She put her clothes on and kissed me once again, before we went our separate ways. As I drove behind her car that evening, I cursed my devotion to my family, to my marriage, to all conventional wisdom. I had denied myself perhaps the one chance to taste the fruits of a truly beautiful woman. The memory of us wanting each other, but not acting on it, was one I could hardly live with. WEEK FOUR That following week was pure hell. Every sweet vision I had of her the week before was now tainted with scenes of her crying. My sadness deepened, when I recalled every detail of my rejection. Part of me died at 8:00 every night, knowing she wouldn't call. Screening my email each morning, it finally sunk in; there would be no more messages from her. Pulling into my driveway, after a long day of work, my eyes lit up. Her car was in our driveway. Just the idea of seeing her again made my mind race. What was she doing here? Did she still have feelings for me? How could I ever say "no" to her again? I crept in the back door and heard voices coming from the front room. "Oh Hi Uncle Donny!" Said Teri, as I turned into the room. There she was, talking with Barb. I was speechless, as I watched them both. Quietly, I listened to their conversation, and often glanced up at Teri. She obviously was trying not to make eye contact, as she focused on Barb's every word. After being ignored for about fifteen minutes, I felt like a fifth wheel and left the room. So, this is how she was going to deal with it -to ignore me. I was to imagine that our short-lived affair never happened. In all honesty, nothing had happened, so this was probably the best approach. This was the only, healthy, reasonable way for it to end. It would have been quite suspicious, if Teri stopped showing up. I would just have to readjust to life before Teri. I grabbed a beer and rejoined them. Smiling, I sat down next to my wife and across from Teri. She was predictably dressed in her corporate duds, all prim and proper. "So Teri, how's work these days? Still climbing the corporate ladder?" I asked, brightly. "Just fine. They keep me plenty busy," she said, quickly averting her eyes from mine. "So Donny, how's your job going -still making you work those long hours, I see?" I gave her some stupid, expected response, and dodged her glance. It was plain that she was uncomfortable with my being there. But, before I could make my exit, Barb jumped up and went to get some picture to show Teri. This left Teri and I alone, swapping shy glances. Seeing Barb coming back down the hall, I stood to leave. Making my excuses, I had to walk in front of Teri. She slyly felt for my hand and slipped me a wad of paper. Clenching my fist around it, I smiled at them and left for the bathroom. I closed the bathroom door and quickly opened the crumpled note. MUST SEE YOU TONIGHT. THE HEARTH ROOM AT 9:00, T. Instantly, like a sunrise, whatever depression I had disappeared. Like waking from a long sleep, I was invigorated with the idea of being with her. I showered and dressed, as I heard the front door shut. Teri had left, telling Barb she had a date later. Barb had made other plans for the evening, so she paid little attention, when I announced that I was going out "with the boys". The Hearth Room was a small upscale bistro attached to the Fireside Inn located in a higher-class section of mid-town. The quiet, romantic rendezvous was often frequented by a middle age crowd. I arrived about ten minutes of nine and found a secluded booth. I ordered a drink and scanned the room. It was a slow night -only six couples. Glancing down at my watch, it was 9:00. Looking back at the room, there she stood, radiating sex. She had changed into a stunning red cocktail dress. The backless, low-cut, halter-topped dress came just above her knees, and swayed gracefully with each step. The sheer fabric revealed that she was braless. I stood, smiled and took her hand. She joined me in the booth and said nothing. I started to speak and she put her index finger to my lips. Bringing her lips close to mine, we kissed, as we had kissed before. All the sadness, all the pain of rejection, all complications subsided. As the kiss continued and deepened, she moaned into my mouth. She broke the sultry kiss and put her mouth to my ear. Her wet tongue circled my ear lobe and then penetrated my ear. She took my hand and thrust it into her open cleavage. As I felt her nipples harden, she whispered two words. "Fuck me." Pulling my hand from inside her halter-top, she brought it to her lap. She hiked up her dress and put my fingers on her naked pussy. God, she wasn't wearing panties! Her pussy was so wet; my middle finger went into her immediately. Once again, the whisper. "Fuck me." "Sure you don't want something to drink?" I asked. "Yes, she purred. I want to drink your hot cum." She pulled my belt loose, with one, hard yank. Wasting little time, she undid my pants and unzipped me. She took hold of my rock-hard erection, and started to go down on me. Although we were hidden in the shadows, I could see a waitress approaching our booth. I gently pulled on Teri's blonde hair, but she ignored me. Her bobbed up and down on my cock, as the young waitress cleared her throat. "Uh hummm, can I get you a refill?" She asked me, trying not to look down. Teri, holding the base of my cock, raised her head and turned to face the waitress. "That's quite all right. I'll get my own refill!" She winked at the waitress, and returned to sucking my cock. "Uh, Uh, I don't think you they will let her do that in here," said the waitress, looking around nervously. "It's OK. She'll be done sooon," I said, biting my lip. "Really?" She asked. "Yes, YES, YESSS! It won't be long NOWWW!" The cute, young waitress looked over her shoulder again, to make sure no one was watching. She put her tray on the table. "Well... if she's almost done... do you mind if I watch?" The waitress was more than watching, she was enjoying herself. She sat next to me in the booth and reached under her short skirt and apron. As she spread her legs and started to masturbate, Teri glanced up from her sloppy blowjob. Looking the waitress dead in the eyes, she slowly licked the head of my cock and smiled. "You're very cute. Would you care for a lick?" Asked Teri. "Oh, no. I'll just watch," she said, fingering herself. Teri went back to deep-throating my manhood, while the waitress massaged her pussy. "I'm afraid you are doing more than just watching," I said, between sucks. "God, your wife is beautiful!" Whispered the waitress, pulling up her skirt and shoving her hand down her pantyhose. "Yes, she IS beautiful, but she's not my W I F E!" I screamed, arched my back, and shot a load of cum into Teri's mouth. Teri let my cum fill her mouth. She sat upright, gracefully took an empty wine glass from the table and unloaded my creamy load into it. Watching Teri, the waitress started to climax. She couldn't take her eyes off of Teri, as she finger-fucked herself to orgasm. Teri moved the cum-filled glass to the empty tray and licked her lips. Without glancing down, the waitress brought the glass to her own lips and drank it down. "God Donny, she's cute AND sexy, continued Teri. Maybe she'd like to watch us fuck too?" The girl licked her lips and removed her hand from under her skirt. "Oooh, I would really like to see that! But, I don't get off until 1:00AM. I don't suppose you guys could wait?" She begged, and laughed nervously. Teri and I looked at each other and laughed out loud. "Gosh, I don't know?" Teri giggled. "I'm sorry. You don't even know me. My name is Mary." She held out her hand and we introduced ourselves as Dan and Laura. "Tell you what Mary, do you get a break anytime soon?" Asked Teri(Laura). "Yeah. I can take fifteen minutes, whenever I want," she said anxiously. "OK. It's a date -see you soon. In the meantime, could I have a glass of Chablis?" whispered Teri. Mary nodded and scampered off to the bar. "Want to have some fun with cute little Mary?" Asked Teri. "Sure, what do you have in mind?" "When she comes back with my wine, tell her to meet me in the restroom. After she's been gone for about five minutes, you can join us." I smiled up at her, as she grabbed her purse and left the table. About two minutes later, Mary showed up with Teri's drink. When she didn't see Teri next to me, she walked around the table to see if Teri was blowing me again. I laughed and told her that Teri had gone to the restroom. "She mentioned that she could use your help, if you don't mind?" I asked, with a wink. The words were hardly out of my mouth, before Mary set her tray down. She yelled at the bar that she was taking a break and made her way to the restroom. I glanced at my watch to note the time. After a long five minutes, I got up and headed for the restrooms. I sidestepped the Men's and entered the dark Ladies room. "Lock the door please," said Teri, quickly. I complied and turned toward a line of sinks. There they were against a far wall, in different stages of undress. Teri had pulled down her halter-top and hiked up her dress, as she sat with legs spread wide on the counter. The petite strawberry blonde had discarded her blouse, skirt and apron. She was licking feverously at Teri's world-class jugs, and thrusting a long, smooth dildo into her naked pussy. "Hi Donny. I told Mary, if she wanted to watch us fuck, she had to get my pussy ready for your big cock. She's doing an excellent job." "It looks like she likes your big tits too," I noticed, whipping out my semi-hard dick. I jacked my growing erection and watched, as Mary expertly brought Teri to an orgasm. Her small tits were nothing to write home about, but that thong-covered ass of hers was divine. "Mary, you sure know how to suck clit! Let's see what kind of a cock sucker you are," she said, and motioned Mary in my direction. Mary turned to face me and lowered herself to the cold marble floor. Without hesitation, she took my tool into her mouth. Teri was content with her perch on the counter top, as she watched the petite waitress try to take my cock down her throat. My eyes were glued on a classic scene of a female pleasuring herself. Teri felt up her tits with one hand and took hold of the dildo with her other. Staring me dead in the eyes, she pumped the dildo into herself, faster and deeper. Teri's moans filled the room, as she brought herself to climax. Mary was still trying her best to take all of my cock, when I pulled her head away. I pulled her to her feet, kissed her lips lightly, and thanked her for such a nice blowjob. Teri took out the dildo, spread her long legs even wider and held out both her hands to me. Her fingers entreated me nearer, as her soaked pussy awaited my throbbing cock. I moved slowly to the counter. Her fingers took hold of my shoulders and brought me to her. She was everything I could ever imagine in a vibrant woman. The wrongness of the situation never crept into my thoughts, as I penetrated her pussy. Her sweet, wet velvet cunt lips expanded to take me in. Her head fell backward against the mirror, causing her huge knockers to thrust forward, as my manhood filled her completely. "You all right in there, Mary?" Loudly asked a deep voice from the other side of the door. I froze and looked over at Mary, who was in a state of masturbation. A terrified look came over her face, as she quickly put her clothes back on. "I'm OK, Joe!" She answered the bartender, in a frantic voice. "Sorry, you guys. Maybe some other time, OK?" She whispered. Pulling my softening dick from Teri's pussy, I scampered into one of the restroom stalls and dressed. Teri fixed her dress and jumped from the counter, as Mary unlocked and opened the door. Teri turned herself to the mirror and reapplied her makeup, when Mary opened the door. "I thought I heard someone else's voice in here," Joe stated, as he caught a fleeting glimpse of Teri. "Oh, she was telling me a joke. It was REALLY funny, ya know..." Mary's nervous voice trailed on, as the door shut. I poked my head out of the stall. "Room 231," said Teri, softly. I smiled and nodded. She left the restroom. I stood in front of the mirror in total disbelief. Can this be real? Is this woman really worth all of this frustration? Can I afford to put my marriage into this kind of jeopardy, just to taste the wonders of the most beautiful woman I've ever known? Yes, HELL YES! Right now may never come again. If my world ends tonight, I swear I will never regret this. Fidelity and trust be damned, I've got to have this one woman, once and for all. After about five more minutes of self-evaluation, I sneaked out of the restroom, left a generous tip and ventured into the plush lobby of the Fireside Inn. "Oh sir, you forgot your change!" Yelled a voice from behind. Mary came running after me. "Thanks for the nice tip! Your, your girlfriend gave me the room number. Maybe I'll see you guys later?" "Thank You, Mary. We'll see," I said tentatively. Mary was a sweet young thing, but kind of clueless. She was definitely not the type of girl you would trust with nuclear codes, never mind the details of an illicit affair with my niece. What the hell, we'll be long gone by the time she gets off. I got on the elevator and pressed 2. The doors opened onto a plush carpeted hallway. As I approached room 231 to knock, I noticed the door was ajar. I quietly entered the softly lit suite and closed the door. The city's night lights twinkled through the open drapes, while light jazz broke the silence. I spotted the red dress lying on a nearby chair and smelled her scent. The king-size bed had the covers pulled back neatly, but where was she? The bathroom door slowly opened and she came to me. She had an oversized terrycloth towel wrapped around her that barely covered her pussy. Without a word, she gently disrobed me, kissing different parts of my body along the way. I stood naked, as she dropped the towel. We both stood across from each other in our nakedness. I raised my hands to her upper arms and asked her if she was sure about doing this. Four Weeks With An Angel "I have never been more sure about any ONE or any THING, Sweetheart," she whispered and reached for my cock. She knelt at my feet and took my rigid manhood in her mouth. She licked, slurped and sucked me, until I thought I would explode. When she sensed an early climax, she stopped, got to her feet and slid into bed. The white satin sheets were the ideal canvass for her tanned body. "Remember how you taught me to relax, so I could be more in touch with my sensuality? Well -see what I can do now, without even having to relax," she said, sparkling. She knelt on the bed and started striking every erotic pose known to man. Pretending I had a camera, she was in constant motion. She changed positions seamlessly. Covering and uncovering body parts, like a professional stripper, her facial expressions switched accordingly, from smoldering to bubbly, from passion to pout. God had truly blessed Teri with the perfect female body. Now, with her appreciation of it, she exuded the pure essence of sexuality. She was Salome, Gypsy Rose Lee, Ann-Margaret, Pamela Anderson and Marilyn Monroe all rolled into one unrelenting package. It was almost scary, how she reveled in her eroticism. Her slow, smooth, seductive dance turned into an outright orgy of flailing tits and deep-fingered pussy. She settled back into the sheets, grabbed one of her huge melons roughly with one hand and spread her hot pussy lips with her other. "My pussy is on fire for you, sweetheart. Come and taste how hot I am," she pleaded. I lowered myself onto the bed between her bare legs. As I leaned my head closer to her snatch, she gripped a handful of my hair and pulled my face to her crotch. The smell of her arousal was infectious. Spreading her warm lips, I took one, long lick with my tongue. Her sweet honey-smooth juices coated it completely. She let out a low moan and I dove into her love hole. Half teasing, half probing, my tongue explored every inch of her. First circling her clit, I sucked it in, licking the tip simultaneously. This brought her to the first of many orgasms. More than anything, I wanted to please her to the fullest extent. Inserting three fingers into her cunt, while I continued to suck and lick, I looked up over her perfect abs and huge tits. Her face was one of sheer ecstasy. Her pelvis bucked against my mouth, as I drove my fingers deeper into her. Teri was on the verge of climax, when I slowed my pace. I kept my mouth and tongue glued to her sweet pussy, but withdrew my drenched fingers and reached up for her tits. I painted her nipples with her fresh juices and massaged as much of them as I could. I gave her mound one more light kiss and moved myself up her torso, stopping only to take each boob into my mouth. If ever I wanted to eat somebody up, it was right then and there. Instead, her beauty consumed me. My cock naturally aligned itself at her vagina and parted her pussy lips. Her vagina opened to accept my eight inches to the hilt. I froze instantly, as a vision of my wife flashed in my head. Teri saw my eyes shut and made me open them. "Donny, tell me you haven't wanted to fuck me all these years. Tell me you haven't wanted these big tits, this tasty pussy, and this sexy body. Even when you made love to Barb, you wanted me. Every fantasy fuck you've had for the last 20 years has included me, right? Right?" I nodded. "Then, for God's sake, fuck me!" She demanded. Her long legs wrapped around me and I started thrusting my cock into her. "That's more like it, Uncle Donny. Slam that hot cock into my pussy. Fill me up. Yes. YES," she yelled, between my thrusts. "God, Teri, your more than I could have ever dreamed. You are so fucking beautiful!" I panted, into her ear. The more my pelvis slammed into hers, the louder her moans became. I took hold of her slim ankles and brought her legs up, for deepest penetration. "Oh God, your cock feels soooo good!" After a few minutes in the missionary position, she wanted to ride me. We rolled over together and she started fucking me. I lay there with my cock firmly imbedded in her cunt. Sitting up straight, she ground her pelvis into mine and tightened her vaginal muscles. The feeling was remarkable. The sight of her from that angle was heavenly. Her long platinum blonde hair flying, she looked down to see me staring at her glorious chest. She slowly rotated her hips and brought my hands to her 40DD's. As I massaged her huge hangers, she started to cum. Banging her tits against my face, I reached down and fingered her clit, while she rode the entire length of my cock. "Oh God, OH GODDD! Donny, give it to me NOW!" My dick pumped in and out of her, as fast and hard as I could manage. I grabbed one of her nipples in my teeth, sucked it in my mouth and licked it with my tongue. Her orgasm peaked, just as I shot my load into her. "Take me. Take me now," I said, thrusting my cock into her once more. My cum filled her cunt, and her screams of delight almost blocked out a noise at the door. THE MORE THE MARY-ER "So, you guys just couldn't wait for me, huh?" Laughed Mary. "MARY! How did you...you don't get off 'til...how did you get in?" Asked Teri, still straddling my spent cock. Mary started pealing off her clothes, and explained herself. "Well, after you guys left, Joe (the bartender) finally made me tell him what really happened in the Ladies room. He got so excited, he let me off early," she said, casually tossing her thong in the air. "But how did you get in the door?" I asked. "Oh, Joe let me in. He's got the master key that'll open any room. Ain't that neat?" She giggled, like a schoolgirl. "And Joe?" I prodded. "Oh, I forgot! Joe's right outside. Guess I forgot to mention that. Sorry." God, for such a cute girl, she was so totally clueless. Before we had a chance to react, she pranced over to the door and swung it open. Teri was resourceful enough to pull a sheet up to cover most of us, as Joe came strolling in with a bottle of tequila. "Hi folks. Oh we've come at an awkward time, I see," he mock apologized. In my reclining state, I had to crane my head backward to see him. I was still trying to acknowledge him, when Teri spoke. Holding the sheet up to cover her tits, I felt her vagina tighten. "Hi Joe, she continued, nervously. Anybody else out there, Mary?" Naked Mary sat on the edge of the bed and stroked Teri's smooth shoulder. "Gosh, I'm so stupid. I was just so happy to get off early, it didn't dawn on me that you would be upset with Joe," she pouted. Looking over at the attractive young bartender, Teri blushed. "We're not upset, exactly -just surprised." Teri smiled at Joe and tossed back her hair. I couldn't help but notice the attraction, but I was the one with his dick in her precious pussy. I was quite content to remain a silent observer. Mary started to stroke Teri's naked back, working her way slowly down to her spine. Teri pretended not to notice and continued conversing with Joe. "Excuse me Joe, have a seat," she said, motioning to an easy chair near where he was standing. Mary's hand worked its way over Teri's ass crack and I felt her soft touch on my balls, still drenched with our love juices. She massaged my balls and wet her fingers. "Laura, I told Joe about your beautiful body and those great tits. Don't you want to show him? He won't bite, unless you want him to," whispered Mary, as she sucked the juice from her fingers. Once again, Teri tried to ignore Mary's come on. However, my dick felt her pussy tighten again. "So Joe, I don't think we've met. I'm Laura and this is Dan," lied Teri. Joe stood, walked to the bed and held out his hand. Teri cautiously shook it with her free hand, as Joe said he was pleased to meet us. "Laura is such a beautiful name," said Mary, kissing Teri's shoulder and neck. Stopping at her ear, she whispered again. "Joe just wants to see us make out, OK? He promised me he would just watch, OK?" Mary pleaded, and tugged at Teri's satin sheet. Teri and Joe's eyes locked, as Mary tongued her ear and pulled down the sheet. My cock began to stir inside Teri's cunt and she let out a sigh. Teri smiled when she saw Joe's eyes widen. Her huge melons were now on full display. Suddenly she was relaxed and excited at that same time. Joe licked his lips and stirred in his chair, as Mary lowered her head to suck one of Teri's tits. She licked each nipple and turned to face Joe. "Well, what do ya think? Did I lie?" She asked Joe, cupping one big breast. "Verrry nice!" Joe said, excitedly. Watching Teri's repartee with Joe and Mary's sexy overtures was having a noticeable effect on me. I was as hard as a rock again. Teri felt my cock expanding inside her and started to slowly grind her hips. As Mary sucked away at those tits, Teri was now clearly turned on. She leaned back and propped her arms behind her. This put extra pressure on my erection and also achieved the wonderful effect of jutting her tits up in the air. "So, Mister Bartender, how 'bout a drink?" Teri winked. "YES MA'AM, coming right up!" He answered quickly and went to find some glasses. Teri took this opportunity to ask me if it was OK for the kids to watch us. I told her I had no problem with that. My only concern was Teri's definition of 'watch'. She seemed pleased with my response, and I got the feeling she enjoyed having such an admiring audience. Soon she relaxed her arms and leaned all the way back to my chest. She threw off the concealing sheet and pushed Mary's head from sucking her tits down her torso. Teri's pussy was proudly exposed with most of my cock also in plain sight. Mary was only too pleased to respond and went to work on both of us, licking the underside of my erection and Teri's pussy. I thought Joe would drop his drinks, once he returned, and he just about did. His jaw fell open and he froze in amazement. He sat the drinks down and lowered his hand to his trousers. Mary was doing one hell of a job, especially on Teri's clit. She bit at it and sucked it in her mouth, while she fondled my balls. Teri let out a subdued scream and Joe whipped out his tool. "My drink, boy!" demanded Laura, nearly out of breath. "Hell, just bring me the bottle!" He grabbed the bottle and walked to the side of the bed, with his substantial hardon swaying from side to side. "Pour me and Dan here a shooter," she commanded, and opened her mouth. He slowly poured the tequila into her open mouth. She brought her hand up and took hold of his meat. She gave it a hard jerk, which caused him to miss her mouth. He stopped pouring and leaned over, far enough to give me a swig. In doing so, Teri was able to rub the head of his cock on her breast. "So you like big tits on older women?" She asked, coating her nipple with his precum. "Yes Ma'am." He finished my shot, but remained next to her. She stroked the length of him, and decided to tease him some more. "How often do you and this little bitch get it on?" She wondered. "Why never Ma'am. It's against company policy to have a relationship with a fellow employee," he spouted. "Company policy? Company policy? Well you're in MY company now, boy. Would it be against policy, if you offered her a drink, in your off hours?" "No Ma'am. I guess that would be OK." "Dam boy, you are so polite. You'd make a good slave," she said, giving his cock one final jerk. "Mary, stop eating me, for a second baby. Joe is going to offer you a drink. Make sure you don't miss a drop," said Laura, with a wink. "Cool, go for it!" Answered the young dish. "I'm sorry dear, that is an improper response. You will answer, "Yes, Mistress Laura. Is that clear," reprimanded Teri, in a condescending voice. Mary was game for anything and played along, "Yes Mistress Laura." "Such a nice cock you have Joe! I want you to put it right above Mary's mouth. Now, pour her a shot down your shaft. Mary, you have to suck down every drop - no spilling, and NO HANDS!" Mary smiled and nodded. Joe began to slowly pour the liquor down his rigid dick, but it quickly ran over the sides. Mary tried to lick each drop before it fell. It was nearly impossible and she brought her hand over as a cup. "No hands, I said," reminded Laura. "But how...how do I get it all?" "I suppose you'll have to put the whole thing in your mouth." Quickly she shoved his meat into her mouth. She opened and closed it around his cock, taking more and more in with each gulp. Soon she had sucked his entire length into her throat. Joe stopped pouring, not wanting to drown her. She was on auto-pilot and continued to suck him like a pro. He was ready to blow his load in no time. Mistress Laura would have none of THAT. "ENOUGH!" Shouted Laura. Mary stopped immediately and plopped the huge cock from her mouth. Joe's face was beet red, as he stared down at his throbbing boner ready to explode. "Ma'am, I don't think I can stop it!" He cried, as the head started to ooze a fair amount of precum. "Grab it Mary! That's it, grab the base super tight!" Yelled Teri. Both of Mary's little hands were finally able to hold him back. Joe's whole body shook, as his natural need to ejaculate was temporarily halted. Mistress Laura relished seeing his pain and having such control. Sometime during the Joe and Mary Show, my cock had flopped out of Teri's cunt. I was still at full mast, with the length of it still between her legs and rubbing her wet pussy lips. Mary pleaded with Laura to finish blowing Joe. Mistress Laura had different plans. Teri was having fun now. She wanted to see how much she could get away with. Sitting up again, she climbed off me and rolled off the bed. "Time to play a new game, kids!" Announced Teri. Mary was still pouting. "Lighten up, Missy, you'll get your share soon enough," smiled Teri. Teri claimed that we couldn't have a fair playing field, until Joe got naked, like the rest of us. Somehow glad he had something to temporarily take his mind off his straining cock, Joe got undressed. It was clear to me that Teri had something special in mind for Joe. "So Joe, looks like you enjoy breaking company policies?" Laura asked. "I really did like that Ma'am. It was mighty hard to hold back." "Yes, I can see. It's still very hard. Tell me Joe, would you like to put that big cock of yours back in Mary's mouth, or perhaps you'd like to fuck these big tits of mine?" "Gosh Ma'am, that's a real hard choice!" Joe responded, as he ogled Teri's sizeable rack. "Well, I'll tell you what, since you've been so polite, you can do both," said Teri, taking his hand and leading him to the bed. She laid down and had him straddle her chest. His returning erection laid comfortably in the sacred valley between her mounds. Teri's hands pushed her two melons together, nearly covering his dick. "Mary dear, come up here honey, and give me a kiss." Mary complied. She got on her knees near Teri's face and bent over, exposing her sweet ass to me. Their lips met in a tender kiss and Joe started to fuck Teri's tits. As the kiss increased in passion, so did Joe's pumping. I reached to feel Mary's sweet little ass and was rewarded with a handful of wet, warm juice. I started fingering her tight, 21-year-old pussy and the moans started coming. Considering I had a nice erection and Teri was letting this young stud fuck her tits, I decided to join in. I lined up behind Mary's petite ass and inserted my cock into her drenched pussy. Joe's thrusted faster and harder. Teri sensed he was about to explode and broke off her lesbian kiss. "He's almost ready, if you still want him?" Whispered Teri. Mary rested her head just below Teri's chin and was able to suck in the head of Joe's cock. Joe was in seventh heaven and quickened his pace. I tried to match his rhythm, as I pounded Mary's cunt. "Come on Stud. Fuck my big tits and fill that little slut's mouth with your hot cum. Come ON!" Yelled Teri. Joe's body tightened and his head flew back, as his cock unloaded into Mary's mouth. She was doing a fair job of taking his whole load, until I shot my cum deep into her. Her mouth opened wide in orgasm. Joe's continuing ejaculation poured out of her mouth and onto Teri's tits. "That's it boys. Fill up this little cum-drinking bitch. See how she loves it?" Joe's cock was only too happy to oblige. He must have been saving up for weeks. Teri's hands relaxed her breasts and Joe grasped his cock to shoot off another load. Teri and I watched in awe, as he jacked out another long stream of creamy white jism all over Mary's face and Teri's chest. Mary seemed in an orgasmic daze, as she slurped up Joe's load from Teri's chest. "God girl, you are one cum-loving whore, aren't you?" Noted Teri. Mary smiled and nodded, then turned around to suck my dick clean. Teri was equally complimentary to Joe, the cum machine. "Do you always cum in buckets, Mr. Bartender?" Joe blushed. "Since we've got little Ms. Cumqueen taken care of, how 'bout you two studs taking me together?" Asked Teri, grabbing both of our spent cocks. I asked her what she had in mind, and she was quick to respond. "Well DAN, I was thinking I might like to try something new. How about you fuck my ass, while Joe fills up my cunt with a gallon or two?" She continued jacking us both, until we were at full erection. Teri reached in her purse and brought out a tube of something. She coated my cock and her asshole with it, as she had Joe lay down on his back. Before he could take a deep breath, she had mounted him and impaled herself with his cock. She rode him for a while, before motioning to me to get behind her. Leaning forward onto Joe's chest, she reached around and spread her ass cheeks wide. Butt fucking was something new to me also. However, Teri's sweet ass was too welcoming. It was quite natural to slowly insert my hardon into her puckered hole. She let out a little yell, when I pushed it in further. The sensation of her tight ass was incredible. My cock was about three-quarters inside her, when I stopped. I could feel Joe's big cock flex and start to move in her cunt. "OH GOD! Shiiiiiiiit!" Teri screamed, as Joe began his assault. Not wanting to hurt her, I just rode the wave. Joe's was soon ramming her deep. I could feel the length of his long, fat dick just inches from mine. Her screams turned into long grunts, as she ground her pussy into his groin. Teri's sweet ass opened and took my entire meat in. "That's it! That's IT! FUCK MY ASS! FUCK ME!" Mary, who had been a bystander throughout, must of got her second wind. She got to her knees, straddled Joe's head and lowered her pussy to his lips. It wasn't long before the four of us were moving and moaning together. Teri's huge tits smashed into Joe's chest, as the two of us fucked her harder. "OH GOD, I'M CUMING!" Yelled Joe, as I felt the warmth of his sperm fill his cock. That strange sensation brought me to climax. Joe was still humping and unloading his seed when my cock spewed forth one last gust of love juice. Teri screamed in sheer delight, as I filled her ass and Joe continued to saturate her hot pussy. My spent dick popped out her hole, as Joe's cock sloshed in and out of her. Teri sat up straight and rode him hard to yet another orgasm. "Thanks it pretty boy! Dump your whole load into my pussy. Come on, I can take it! I can take it ALL, you fucker!" Said Teri, between gasps. Joe was in overdrive. As his face washed over Mary's wet pussy, his white, soaked cock pumped into Teri's box. The starch scented cum flowed from her asshole and pussy, until it formed a fair sized puddle on the sheet below. Finally, after a few more elevated thrusts, the storm of passion subsided and Teri collapsed on his chest. She gave him a quick kiss and slipped off his body. I took this chance to hit the bathroom. I brought back towels for all. We thanked Joe and Mary for the "nice" time and bid them goodnight. Four Weeks An Oriental-looking girl was accompanying Véronique and the two women took the recently vacated table next to hers. Annabelle took the opportunity to study the French woman as they ordered drinks—champagne, it appeared. The woman was stunning. Her hair hung long and wavy over her shoulders, highlighted in hues ranging from light blondes to copper. The grey designer dress was plain but displayed her figure to perfection. Her cleavage peeked over the top of the neckline and she didn't have an ounce of excess fat. Add in those full, glossy red lips and she looked every inch a model rather than one of Giuseppe Franco's closest allies. "May I ask what you're doing here?" The question took her by surprise. She turned her head to see the concierge standing next to her. She'd been too preoccupied to notice him approach. "What? I'm sorry? I—" "I'll have to ask you to leave." "Leave? Why?" A cold smirk appeared on his face. "I think you know. We're a respectable hotel." Respectable hotel? My God! He thought she was on the game. She glanced around in embarrassment. All eyes in the bar area seemed to be watching them. "I'm waiting for someone..." He sniffed dismissively and smoothed down his waistcoat. "I suggest we don't make a scene. I'm fully aware of what you're doing and suggest you ply your trade somewhere else." When he reached for her arm she dragged it away from his grasp. This couldn't happen. She'd be making headlines in every rival paper if they cottoned on to this story. How would she explain that to Griff McAffrey? "Don't be ridiculous—" she began, but salvation came from the unlikeliest of sources. "That's no way to treat a lady, Jonas. She told you she was waiting for someone." The soft voice had a strong French accent. Véronique Moreau was leaning forward in her seat and addressing the concierge. She turned her head towards Annabelle. "Why don't you join us, chérie? Until your friend arrives..." The concierge's gaze wandered slowly from Véronique to Annabelle and back again. He appeared to be on the verge of speaking again but thought better of it and instead all but bowed as he backed away. It seemed that the French woman's influence was not to be argued with. Impressive, Annabelle thought, as she gathered up her coat. She pushed a hand through her short blonde hair as she slinked into the vacant seat opposite the two women, aware that both sets of eyes were appraising her. "Thank you so much," she muttered. "This is extremely embarrassing." "It's not a problem," Véronique shrugged. "In France this is no big deal. A girl has to make a living." "No. Really..." Annabelle's heart began to pound. The French woman actually thought the same as the concierge! "I ... I really am here to meet someone. I'm a dancer but since I arrived in London all I've been able to get have been a couple of waitressing jobs. But I met a guy at a club a couple of nights ago and—" "A dancer," Véronique instantly interrupted. "That's interesting. And an escort? What a perfect combination. Don't worry, chérie, I admire your resourcefulness. And you might have fallen on your feet, as you English say, yes?" Annabelle tried to disguise her excitement. Thank God for the concierge. Things couldn't have worked out better. It was as if the whole scene had been scripted. There wasn't any further explanation necessary. Véronique had bitten. "In what way?" she asked, playing ignorant. "I'm involved with some clubs. We're always looking out for ... dancers." She nodded at the girl beside her. She couldn't be more than twenty-twenty one. Throughout the conversation she'd remained silent but her almond-shaped eyes had been sizing Annabelle up. "Jiao is Chinese-American. She's one of my best girls. Her name translates as beautiful. Rather apt, don't you think?" Hot would have been a better description, Annabelle thought. That tight black tube-dress stretched all the way along her hard, tight body. "Yes, very," she diplomatically replied. A soft smile played across the girl's lips. She half inclined her head. "Thank you, darling," she responded. Her clipped Oriental accent fit her perfectly and the way she drew out the final word made Annabelle shiver. "I'd say you'd fit in perfectly," Véronique continued. "Dancer. Escort. A pretty face and from what I can tell, a body to match. My clients will be impressed." "Clients?" Annabelle tried to keep her voice level. It couldn't be this easy, could it? The meaning was clear. Véronique wasn't even trying to disguise it. "Exactly. We bring them to you, chérie. Believe me, it will make your life that much easier. The question is, are you good at following instructions?" "Yes." The word came out quickly, confidently. The French woman was playing right into her hands and this was an opportunity not to be missed. "Then let's check it out," Véronique murmured. She gracefully rose to her feet and asked the nearby waiter to have the champagne delivered to her suite. The smile she gave Annabelle was full of meaning. "There's no time like the present, chérie." * The suite was opulent. Annabelle walked in nervously, wondering what lay in store. If there was an opportunity to quiz Véronique further she had to take it. Griff McAffrey wasn't easily pleased but even the grizzly editor wouldn't be able to help being impressed. She was already halfway there. The French woman sashayed through a door at the far end of the suite and Jiao appeared at her side. "This way," she softly said, nodding towards the open door. She stayed behind Annabelle as they made her way across the room. When the blonde reporter entered, her breath caught in her throat. The four poster bed dominated the room and Véronique stood beside it, her dress at her feet. The French woman was naked. From the back, she looked incredible. Her olive skin appeared to glow in the dimmed light and her firm buttocks were flawless. She turned towards the two women and gracefully sat on the end of the bed. "Sit there, chérie," she instructed Annabelle. She indicated the armchair not more than a few feet from the bed and then turned her head towards Jiao. A smile was enough. The young girl reached for the zip of her dress and with a shimmy of her lean athletic body, it slid to the carpet. She was naked underneath. Annabelle glanced at the half-open door. It wasn't too late to leave, was it? This was a step too far. She should draw the line. The whole point of the investigation was to expose illicit sexual activity, not witness it. And yet... This was different. These two women were consenting adults. Behind closed doors. She wasn't condoning their behaviour by staying. Besides, if she left the room now then any chance of being able to prise out further information would be gone. She had a reporter's duty to remain there. Even as she had the internal debate her eyes were drawn back to Jiao. She had small breasts but incredibly long nipples. But what intrigued her even more was that she was clean shaven. Annabelle had often objected when Jenny expressed the desire to go bare but the look perfectly suited this young woman. "Don't keep me waiting, chérie." The voice drew her eyes back to Véronique. She had rested back on her elbows, legs wide ... an open invitation. Jiao turned her head to glance at the blonde reporter as she sank to her knees in front of the French woman. The sexual electricity in the room was intoxicating and Annabelle felt a rush of heat to her groin. How long was it since she and Jenny had made love? It was partly her fault that the excitement had long since gone out of their relationship. The long hours she was working didn't help ... but it was more than that ... it was— She shook the thoughts away. Now wasn't the time Jiao was gently sweeping her studded tongue along the divide of Véronique's labia. She heard a gasp and realised it came from her own mouth. Her eyes found Véronique's. The French woman was watching her, observing her reaction. Was she testing her? She thought she was a prostitute, after all. "Good, isn't she?" Véronique murmured to her. It was true. The way the younger woman went about her work was sublime. Annabelle could almost feel the exquisite pressure of the girl's mouth and tongue between her own legs. She wanted to feel them. The need to touch herself was suddenly overwhelming. "Get undressed, my darling. There's a good girl." Annabelle heard the words but they took a moment to register. This was surreal. She couldn't do this. Yet she was rising to her feet. There was something incredibly exciting about undressing under the French woman's gaze. The morality should have worried her but instead she found herself wondering if Véronique would approve of her body. The dress slid away and she nervously placed it over the chair. "Exquisite," Véronique praised. She reached forward and rested a hand on Jiao's long locks, pulling the girl's head further between her thighs. For a moment she looked approvingly down at her but then her eyes were back on Annabelle's body. "No need to be shy. Let me see, chérie." With a swallow, Annabelle unhooked the front fastener and allowed her full breasts to bounce free. When Véronique licked her lips, her pink nipples hardened. She'd always thought of her breasts as her greatest asset and Jenny had always said so, too. The encouraging look on the French woman's face put her in the same category. She eased her thumbs into the waistband of the thong and pulled it over the gentle curve of her hips and down over her thighs. A frown passed across Véronique's face and she tut-tutted as her eyes settled between Annabelle's thighs. "A real blonde," she murmured, "But I do prefer the bare look. We'll get Jiao to take care of that later. Meantime, the look in those pretty blue eyes tells me you're thirsting to join the action. Why don't you come here, my darling?" She lightly tapped Jiao's shoulder. The girl licked her lips as she gradually pulled her head from between Véronique's thighs. Her mouth was glistening with the woman's juices and a pouting frown covered her face. "More soon, my darling," Véronique told her. She cupped her chin and smiled benevolently. "But our guest would like a turn. That's only fair, mais oui?" Annabelle hesitated only briefly. Both sets of eyes were on her now. She was no longer weighing up the morality of her position, or considering how to probe for more information. Véronique Moreau had assessed her need perfectly. She and Jenny had never had a threesome but she'd had a few before they'd met. That was far too long for a woman with a healthy sexual appetite. "You wanted the job," Véronique murmured as she crossed towards the bed. "It's time to show your credentials." * Annabelle stepped out of the shower and glanced at her naked reflection in the bathroom mirror. Her neck was still painful from where Véronique had sat on her face and her jaw ached from the pressures of taking her to orgasm. And not just once. Shit, she had no idea that French women were so uninhibited. The intense session had exceeded her expectations. They'd made love for hours without as much as a pause. She'd never experienced such raw carnality, even in her younger days. She and Jiao had been there to serve, of course. That had been pretty much a new experience but one that had brought the best out in her. Perhaps this might kick start her and Jenny again? Except that making love to Jenny had never been like this. And now she needed to get back to the office. With any luck, Griff McAffrey might have gone home on time. Just for this one night. She had no idea what to tell him about today. Shit, where did she start? The thrill of taking turns with Jiao licking Véronique stayed with her as she wandered back into the suite bedroom. They'd worked together, kissed one another, lapped at the French woman, and then kissed again. It had become a torrid contest. Who could make Véronique moan loudest ... could make her cum. The sight on the bed stopped her mid-step. Jiao was lying on her back, one hand between her thighs and the other curled around one of the French woman's thighs. Véronique was mumbling in French as she undulated on her face. For a second time that afternoon, Annabelle was a voyeur. She glanced at her dress and lingerie. They still lay on the floor from all those hours ago. She tiptoed towards them at the same moment that Véronique leant forward and supported her weight on her elbows. Her round buttocks took Annabelle's breath away. How long had it been since she'd indulged? Not since she'd met Jenny. Her girlfriend had never been comfortable with ass play. The French woman's voice diverted her attention back to the bed. "You like my ass?" she provocatively asked. "Come join us, chérie. It's yours." Annabelle stood mesmerised for a moment. How could she have known? Not that it mattered. When she leaned further forward, deliberately displaying that delightful derrière, the blonde reporter's heart pounded. She was lost. Within seconds she had joined the couple on the bed. The slurping sounds reinforced what a thorough job Jiao was doing but Annabelle didn't need confirmation. The younger girl had already proven herself to be an expert. Véronique leant forward again, rotating her firm asscheeks in circles as she undulated on Jiao's tongue. Annabelle ran a single hand across the taut cheeks, caressing them, loving the roundness, the tightness, the smoothness. She glanced at Véronique and the French woman smiled back at her over her shoulder. "Do it..." She moved her head slowly forward and licked across the undulating globes ... once ... twice ... then again ... firmer, harder ... drowning them with her saliva. She circled towards the puckered opening, her anticipation building. The heat radiating from Véronique's skin was intoxicating. Stretching out her tongue as far as it would go, she pushed softly at the French woman's perineum. It seemed to fit perfectly around the tip. She probed again and again, a little harder each time. The solid resistance began to weaken. Degree by slow degree, it began to yield. She was no longer pushing but, rather, was being irresistibly being sucked in. As Véronique grinded harder on Jiao's tongue, her hands went behind her. She linked them behind the blonde reporter's neck, holding her face in position as she began to hump faster. Annabelle whimpered as she fought to keep her tongue in position. The rush of the moment was overwhelming. Maybe one day she could persuade Jenny... JENNY Was she really going through with this? Jenny had asked herself the same question half a dozen times already today. Each time she'd come up with the same answer. All that was happening was that she was meeting Edie again. They would enjoy each other's company and there would be no repeat of the experience in the back of the taxi. Edie could have had her that night but had respected her enough to pull back. Despite her predatory reputation, there was no reason to believe that she wouldn't respect her again. She'd bought the skimpy French lingerie today, especially for tonight. It clung to her curves like a second skin. But going braless always made her feel hot and she'd discarded it on a whim. Why shouldn't a girl want to make herself feel good? After all, Annabelle didn't make her feel that way anymore. All she needed was affection, to be made to feel that her girlfriend still loved her. She wanted to make love like they used to, leaving each other satisfyingly exhausted before falling asleep in each other's arms. But recently they hadn't even shared a meaningful conversation, let alone a loving kiss or hug. Edie Phillips made her feel good about herself. She'd forgotten how wonderful it was to be wanted. Edie wanted her. She had no doubt about that. The thought made her shiver with anticipation. She'd used her vibe several times since their encounter, playing out in her mind what might have happened in the taxi. She also remembered Edie's words. "You need to get laid ... It's written all over your face ... You need it real bad if you ask me ... And as long as you're discreet, where's the harm? It's just sex, after all ... Even animals do it ... Every woman deserves to be made to feel good... And if Annabelle isn't interested..." If Annabelle wasn't interested... The words reverberated around her head. That was exactly the point. Nothing was going to happen tonight between them but that was no thanks to her girlfriend. It was Annabelle's fault that she was even meeting Edie Phillips. She sat on the edge of the bed in just the skimpy thong and rolled the black-coloured stockings up her shapely legs. A mischievous smile brushed across her face as she clipped them into her suspender belt. If Edie could see her right now! Still, the red dress was hot enough. It dropped deep between her breasts and was so short that if she crossed or uncrossed her legs Edie would know exactly what colour thong she was wearing. The thought made her blush. She stepped into the sexy black pumps she hadn't worn in ages. Fuck-Me pumps, Annabelle always called them. But her girlfriend was away somewhere overnight. Working again. She wasn't there to admire them. But Edie would be. * Jenny hadn't expected this. Edie had taken her to a lesbian bar. The Black Magic club. It wasn't just any lesbian bar. This one was full of black women. Yes, there were a few white women scattered around. But it didn't take long to work out the way of things. Black domes with their white bitches. The thought made Jenny tingle with excitement and apprehension. Was that why Edie had taken her there? To intimidate her? It wasn't just the surroundings that surprised her. This was a different Edie Phillips to the other night. That one had been soft and seductive. This one was confident and controlling. It was as if she'd sensed that the hard work had been done and now it was time to claim her prize. As the evening progressed her head became filled with the heavy beat of the music, the noise, the unexpected thrill of having so many black women surrounding her. She caught them all looking at her, admiring her in that short red dress, and found herself wishing she'd worn something less daring ... yet excited by the fact she hadn't. Annabelle might not want her. All of these women did. To begin with she found herself almost clinging to Edie. Stay close, she told herself, and she was safe. But Edie had this way about her, sending an unspoken message to the women around them that Jenny was hers. Hands off. Gradually, her nervousness was replaced by arousal. She could feel her juices flow. The ambience in the bar, the rush, the noise, the attractive black women, the looks they were shooting her, the mix of perfume, were like an aphrodisiac. "What d'you think?" Edie unexpectedly asked her three quarters of the way through the evening. She had to shout the question to be heard above the hubbub of music and chatter. Jenny's wide eyes stared at her. She was on her fourth martini—far too many but who was counting? The adrenalin was running through her veins. "I've never experienced anything like this." Edie laughed. "I thought you deserved something out of the ordinary, honey. It felt like you hadn't let your hair down in quite a while, I guess. Welcome to my world. Anything goes. D'you like that idea?" Jenny felt a lick of heat run across her body. She bashfully nodded. Edie turned into her, pressing her against the long bar. She curled a hand around Jenny's neck and pushed a thigh between her legs. "Your tits look incredible in that dress," she whispered into her ear. "D'you know how many women here are hoping for the chance to fuck you?" Four Weeks The lick of heat just beneath Jenny's skin turned into a furnace. "There's only one thing that's stopping them. They know you're with me. But I think they need a show of affection. Don't you?" The hand around Jenny's neck pulled her face closer. She licked along the side of her neck and then held her head there, inches away from her own. Jenny shivered. She smelled so good ... some kind of spicy perfume. "Go on," Edie whispered into her mouth. "You know you want to." The furnace between her thighs grew and Jenny surprised herself by closing the gap between their lips. She brought her open mouth to Edie's in a long, fervent kiss. It was a thrilling feeling. Every woman around them must have been watching and here she was, the little white girl, kissing her black woman. Then Edie was taking control back again, mauling her tits through the red dress as the kiss deepened. Their mouths opened further. Their tongues danced. Jenny had never felt lips so soft and yet so demanding. She'd never brushed against a tongue so active and so wet. Edie eventually pulled away to look deep into her eyes before kissing her deeply one last time. "C'mon," she told her. "Let's dance." Jenny took the hand Edie was offering her and allowed herself to be led onto the dance floor. The floor was crowded with mostly black women, but the few white girls dancing were gyrating to the thumping beat, as if trying to make their mark. They were there to be looked at, Jenny realised, to serve... She told herself she didn't belong here. If she was going to a club it shouldn't be this one. She should be with Annabelle, not Edie. How long was it since she and Annabelle had danced like this? They used to go clubbing every week. But Annabelle didn't want her any more. Edie did. That look in the older woman's eyes was unmistakeable. This was her territory and there was a raw sexual energy in her attitude tonight. She swayed gently, her gaze fixed on Jenny. Her large breasts moved enticingly inside the strapless cream top. She wasn't wearing a bra. Jenny was hypnotised by her breasts, by her stare, by the music, the buzz and the hot women dancing around her. People were watching her. "Welcome to my world. Anything goes," Edie had told her. "D'you know how many women here are hoping for the chance to fuck you?" She thought of what the older woman had done to her at that party ... and in the back of the taxi. She glanced at her again. Edie had both hands in the air, moving sensuously. When she nodded at her, the unspoken message was clear. Dance for me. Jenny began to move. Slowly at first, letting Edie and the other, watching, black women feast on her body in that little red dress. Despite her earlier reservations it was perfect for the evening ... a hot little white girl showing off her body. She moved faster and lewdly rotated her hips from side to side, loving the way people parted around her. The dress bounced about her thighs with each undulation, displaying her stocking tops and the sliver of flesh above them. The way Edie's eyes widened in response drove her on. She arched backwards and rotated her hips in circles. Hands began to touch her from behind but she ignored them. Her eyes were fixed on Edie Phillips. A huge surge of arousal overtook her. Straightening up, she dropped one strap of the red dress down her shoulder and then the other. She held the garment for a few moments, teasing before she pulled it back into place. But hands from behind suddenly took hold of the material. They ripped it out of her hands before she could react. Her breasts bounced twice before settling and heat surged through her body. She should have covered herself but instead thrust her tits proudly at Edie, nipples high and erect. She raised her hands slowly, swaying from side to side as she rested them on the top of her head. Her nipples were so hard they were aching. She'd never felt more wanton ... more shameless ... more needy. The increasing number of hands on her body made her shiver. They were black hands. They cupped her breasts. They rolled her nipples in their palms. More followed, resting on her thighs and stroking her ass. She allowed them to caress her, revelling in the sheer unadulterated feeling of being an object of desire. Her gaze found Edie's again and she reached for the straps of her dress. The act of slowly covering herself, teasing the women around her by hiding her full breasts again, felt every bit as sexual as displaying herself. Her heart felt it was going to burst from her chest as Edie swayed towards her. She had no idea what to expect, but the woman simply took her hand and guided her from the dance floor, away from the hands still trying to fondle her. * The restrooms were busy but Edie didn't care. She kissed Jenny in front of the other women there and as soon as a cubicle became free she pushed her inside. One hand dragged her cream top upwards, exposing her breasts. They were exactly as Jenny had imagined. Large and pendulous with thick chocolate nipples that grew long and hard out of her perfectly round areola. She crooked her other hand behind Jenny's neck and brushed her erect nipple across her lips. Jenny accepted it greedily. She sucked it inside her mouth and covered it with a trail of saliva. All thoughts of Annabelle were long gone. All that mattered was the here and now. She felt light headed. Her body shivered. Suckling Edie felt good. So fucking good. Was this really happening? The older woman switched breasts on her, murmuring words of encouragement as Jenny feasted on the offering. She rotated her mouth between those thick nipples, leaving a thin trail of saliva between them. A hand was sliding up the inside of her thigh. She gasped and pulled her head away but Edie's spare hand curled around her neck and kept her in place. "Keep sucking," she ordered. Jenny felt the fingers above her stocking tops. They rubbed her wet sex through her thong. Then they were pushing underneath the skimpy material. They skimmed along the ridge of her labia and teased her clit without touching it. She gasped and sucked harder on those fabulous breasts. It was difficult to concentrate when the whole of her body was on fire. "Look at me..." Edie suddenly ordered. She accompanied the instruction by grabbing Jenny's hair and yanking her head upwards. Their gazes locked on one another and then, without warning, Edie stiffened two fingers and roughly pushed them inside her. "Uh goddd!!! Jenny's senses went into overload. She closed her eyes but the hand in her hair yanked her head again. "Look at me..." Jenny stared at her through narrowed eyes. Edie's gaze was taking in every expression on her face. She began to fuck her with her fingers, slow and easy. "Oh God!" Jenny shamelessly raised one leg, placing her foot on top of the toilet seat to make it easier for Edie to finger her. Her heated groans and gasps filled the air. God, she was close. It occurred to her that people outside the cubicle would hear her, that they would know what they were doing. She didn't care. "Keep looking at me," Edie whispered, increasing the pace. Jenny obeyed, though it was almost impossible to keep her eyes open. Her heart was beating so fast she thought it might explode. She wasn't going to last much longer. Edie curled her fingers inside her. She lightly strummed her clit with her thumb. It was too much. She screamed like a banshee as her orgasm burst. * Jenny's face glistened with sweat. Her mouth was open and her eyes were closed. The fingers stroking in and out of her dripping sex felt incredible. How easily she'd ended up in Edie's apartment! In Edie's bed! Thank Goodness Annabelle was away overnight. How would she have explained this away when she eventually returned home? Unlike their previous taxi journey Edie hadn't attempted to touch her on the way to her apartment. But she had whispered things to her. She'd told her how hot she'd been in the club. How all the black women had wanted to fuck her. Could she imagine that? Being taken and used by a few black women at the same time? They'd take good care of her, she'd whispered. So would she. Just as soon as they reached her apartment. She'd wanted to fuck her for so long and always knew that Jenny would come round to her way of thinking. When they reached the apartment she'd have her begging for it. She'd be crawling up the walls. The older woman had been as good as her word. Jenny had undressed eagerly as soon as they'd entered the bedroom, practically ripping the red dress from her body and clumsily discarding her thong. Only the stockings remained. Edie had told her to leave those on. She could hear whimpering sounds as she lay back on the bed and realised they were hers, coming from the back of her throat. The older woman had made her cum twice already and despite her pleas, she wouldn't let her rest. She'd grinned as she'd pushed her legs wide apart and was hammering her fingers inside her. Annabelle had never been this rough... "Watch me," Edie commanded. "Watch me... Jenny forced her eyes opened and began to pump her ass upwards. She stared into Edie's eyes as she slammed her pussy up against the sloshing fingers. They were soaked with her juices. Her face twisted as the electricity built inside her body and she bit down on her lower lip. Oh fuck ... she was going to cum again. * Edie growled out her pleasure. It was music to Jenny's ears. Lying between her black thighs, lapping at her juicy sex, was incredible. She had wrapped a few strands of Jenny's hair around her fingers, tugging her head as she thrust her hips upwards. "That's very good, honey... so talented..." She had asked Jenny if she wanted her. She'd made her say yes. It wasn't exactly that she was humiliating her. It was more that she wanted to tease. Jenny loved the teasing. Annabelle used to do that. Edie knew exactly how to raise her temperature. She'd begun to talk about black pussy. Even the way she said the words were sexy. It was a throaty sound. She'd told her how all white girls' secretly craved black pussy. That she'd never tasted pussy until she'd tasted a black woman. She'd been right. Jenny had been so desperate in the end that she'd practically pushed Edie down on the bed and raped her. The older woman had just laughed and gripped her ankles, holding them wide apart. "Come and get it, honey..." she'd told her. Jenny had feasted. Edie's hands were in her hair now. It was damp and sweaty. She wrapped a few more strands around her fingers and thrust her hips upwards. It had taken a while for Jenny to bring her to her orgasm but every second had been sublime. "Do you know what turns me on more than anything?" she said once she'd come down from her peak. Jenny's eyes flicked upwards to meet the older woman's gaze. "Having a sweet little white girl go down on me..." She paused and curled her fingers in Jenny's scalp. "Especially when she's someone else's woman..." The words hit Jenny like a slap in the face. The harsh reality of the situation hit her. She was Annabelle's woman, not Edie's. She gave a growl of despair. The fact was that she was with Annabelle but the reality was something else. For tonight at least, she was undoubtedly Edie's woman. The thought flooded her pussy with arousal. * Edie strolled towards the bed, one eyebrow raised, flaunting her nakedness. Her breasts bounced deliciously as she walked. Her chocolate coloured nipples were hard and begging to be sucked. Her labial lips were glistening. Jenny felt herself panting like the bitch in heat she was. After such a horrid period of abstinence with Annabelle, this woman had switched on a light inside her. Edie crawled onto the bed, holding her gaze in that way of hers. Slipping her thighs under Jenny's buttocks, she teasingly pushed the girl's knees back to her breasts so that her sex was fully exposed to her. Jenny whimpered and hiked her knees up even further as Edie pushed two fingers inside her again. She began to rock her legs, holding her knees back with her hands as the older woman began to fuck her. "Can't get enough, can you?" she teased. No. She couldn't. This woman knew how to press all her buttons. "Looks tasty," she suddenly added. Jenny's eyes slowly rose to meet her provocative gaze. Goosebumps rose on every part of her body. Did that mean what she thought? So far Edie had only fucked her with her fingers. The thought of having that tongue inside her... "I like white pussy too..." She murmured the words a split second before she dropped her head and began to lick at the girl's clit at the same time as she fingered her. Jenny moaned and dropped her legs onto Edie's shoulders. Oh fuck. The woman's tongue was all over her. Annabelle was good at this but she couldn't compare to Edie Phillips. She began to hump upwards at her working mouth, wanting to heighten the sensations running through her body. She decided she didn't care about Annabelle. Why should she when her girlfriend didn't care about her? Edie cared. Edie wanted her. All that mattered was the older woman's hot mouth on her clit, the black fingers curling inside her and the hot twirling tongue taking her to heaven. Oh fuck... * Edie sat on the bed next to her in a lotus position. Her legs were folded, her knees wide open and her black pussy was hypnotizing Jenny. The younger woman tried not to stare, to make it too obvious, but the need was there all the same. "You shouldn't do without," Edie murmured. "It's bad for you, honey. Makes you crazy. And you're a very sexual woman." Her hand grazed across Jenny's stockinged legs as she spoke, the back of her fingertips running up and down the silky nylon. "Didn't I tell you that you needed to get laid? That you needed it real bad? But who would have thought you'd be so insatiable. Or as eager to please..." Jenny felt the heat sweep across her body. It amazed her that she could blush after everything they'd done tonight. Her gaze flickered back to that juicy sex again. It was staring at her, calling her. "See what I mean," Edie grinned, following the direction of her gaze. "You want to do me again?" She didn't need to wait for an answer. Her body twisted like a cat and she straddled Jenny's face, holding herself there, hands on the headboard, letting the younger woman see exactly what was on offer. "Black pussy..." she grunted. "You're hooked, honey." She slowly dragged her clean shaven sex across Jenny's face. The younger woman moaned. Her hands curled around Edie's thighs and her tongue flicked out. Edie grinned down at her. "That's it, honey. Indulge yourself..." ANNABELLE Annabelle headed out of Griff McAffrey's office and back to her desk. The meeting had gone as well as she could have hoped, even though she had only given him half the story. She'd simply told him that she'd made contact with Véronique Moreau and one of her girls. And that she'd been asked to audition for employment as a dancer. He'd been impressed. She couldn't attend the audition, of course. That would blow her cover. As good a dancer as she was, it was one thing throwing serious shapes on the dance floor when she was at a club with Jenny and quite another dancing professionally. Griff had asked her the next steps and she'd truthfully told him that Véronique had taken her mobile number and said they'd be in touch. That was it. She'd keep the Frenchwoman's tacit reference to other activities to herself for the moment. "Lots of my clients love curvy women. We bring them to you, chérie. That makes life so much easier. The question is whether you'd be able to fit in..." The editor was no fool. He would have wanted to dig deeper into the specifics of her meeting with Véronique and she couldn't afford that. She'd been stupid to compromise herself the way she had... Yet the session had left her with a constant heat between her thighs. Watching Jiao go to work between Véronique's thighs had brought past episodes and desires to the surface again. What hot blooded female would have been unable to resist joining in when the Frenchwoman had crooked her finger? Simultaneously servicing Véronique with Jiao had been so incredibly hot. So had licking her ass! It was such a shame Jenny hated anything to do with ass-play. Her girlfriend could be such a fucking prude. Maybe that was one of the reasons for their current difficulties? Sex with Jenny had become boring. Annabelle had needs that her girlfriend wasn't satisfying. That was becoming clearer now. She glanced around the room and carefully edged her right hand under her skirt and between her thighs. If she didn't touch herself she'd scream. She stroked her wet lips through her skimpy panties as the memories flooded back. When Véronique had instructed her and Jiao to perform on each other infront for her, she'd almost been out of control. She'd cum so hard— She glanced around again. Thank goodness the room was half empty today. The nearest desks were all vacant apart from Harry Roberts. And he was facing away from her while he harangued someone over the telephone. Typical Harry! Could she make it to the washroom? Or should she just finish herself here? She loved sex in public places but she'd never masturbated in one. But just as her fingers edged under her panties, her telephone rang. The unexpected sound made her jump like a guilty schoolgirl stealing sweets. She pulled her hand away and barked into her mobile phone. "Yes??" The voice on the other end made her breath catch. Her heart began to beat so fast it threatened to burst through her chest. The accent was unmistakeable. "Annabelle. It's me." "Jiao ... hi ... how are you?" "I'm good. Very good. Are you busy right now?" "Busy?" She hesitated for a second to compose herself. Her nipples were pushing hard against her thin cotton blouse. "No, it's okay, Jiao ... I'm ... I'm able to talk." "Véronique asked me to call you. Seeing we're so well acquainted now..." The soft laugh that floated down the line went straight to Annabelle's loins. She surreptitiously slid a hand between her thighs again, cupping her heat. Oh, God... "I'm not calling you to chat," Jiao continued. Her voice was almost a soft purr. "I want us to meet. Let's say in half an hour. You can make that, can't you?" Half an hour? She'd have to clear it with Griff but that wouldn't be a problem. Opportunity knocks, he'd tell her. "Of course ... yes ... that would be fine, Jiao. Where—" "The XS club. In Soho. See you there, darling." * Finding a parking place in London at this time of day was rare but there it was, in a side street close to the club. The thin drizzle was threatening to turn into heavy rain as she fed the meter and her thoughts were working overtime as she hurried across the busy road. Véronique had said that Jiao was one of her best girls. That almost certainly meant she'd be heavily involved in their prostitution activities. She scaled the half a dozen steps to the club, wondering why Jiao wanted to meet her so suddenly. Not that it mattered. This was her chance to obtain the information she needed. She just needed to focus on the task in hand. The thought of spending more time with the Chinese-American had had her worked up throughout the journey to the club. It had been an effort to keep both hands on the steering wheel. The lights were low as she crossed towards the bar area. Jiao was at a small round table next to the wall, talking to a blonde girl. She took a deep breath and then put on a wide smile as she headed across towards them. "Hey!" Jiao looked up at her and grinned. "Right on time. Come and meet Sindee."