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Annabelle Ch. 01

By: bwelch



"Damn" was all I could manage to say the first time I laid eyes on her. The moment she walked into the bar I couldn't take my eyes off her. The lights from the street behind her put a glow around her like the angel she appeared to be. She looked to be around 5 foot 8 inches weighing in at approximately 115 pounds, without a flaw on her that I could see; though I would be willing to do a full body inspection. Blonde shoulder length hair and the bluest eyes, I could get lost for days looking at.

"Hello your not listening to a word I say are you?" My best friend in the world ask, as she's rambles on about how she cant find "Mr. right." If she would just come to terms with who she is I wouldn't have to keep listening about "Mr. right now." But god love her Jennie has been there for me thru thick and thin. 

"I'm sorry please go ahead." I half heartedly tell her as I'm scanning the room for the blonde who to my surprise has started making her way over to our table. God that walk could walk all over me, the sway of the hips, the light bouncing off her sparkling eyes, and is she smiling at me. The smile of a Greek god legend that you hear stories about cut only if your lucky you get to see one in your lifetime.

"Annabelle" Jennie screamed. To my surprise Jennie knows this goddess and I made a mental note to find out why in the 8 years we have been friends she never once introduced us.

"Oh Jennie I'm so glad you invited me out tonight." She speaks with a voice to match the body. Soft and sexy but not porn star cheesy.

"I'm sorry where are my manners Annabelle this is Maxine, well Max. Max this is my college roommate Annabelle, she just moved here from Atlanta." Jennie went on to explain. That explains why we haven't met yet. I salt there with a severe case of drop jaw syndrome as Jennie and amarelle caught up on recent life events. Of course I knew all of Jennie's but my ears hung on every word that Annabelle spoke. As if I could almost see the words passing thru those soft pink lips almost getting jealous of their contact. I wanted to know everything about her and in the whirlwind of the trip down memory lane I felt I felt cheated as if it wasn't enough.

"I asked you a question Max." Jennie said snapping me out of my daze once again.

"Sorry I didn't hear you." Because I wasn't listening how could I with the most beautiful woman I have ever seen sitting right here in front of me.

"I said we are still on for tomorrow night right?"

"Yeah, yeah of course I will pick you up at 6." I said never taking my eyes off of Annabelle to speak.

"Great well would you mind if Annabelle came with us, she loves blues music also and hasn't been in town long enough to know the good spots to go yet." She asked almost in a whisper like I would say no. I mean really would I deny her the pleasure of having more time to catch up with her beloved friend whom she has kept me from. I'm not that selfish.

"Hell yeah she could go anywhere she wants as long as I get to follow." Is what I wanted to scream. But im an adult and I can hold it together and not let my excitement show thru my expression, well too much.

"That would be great, are you still bringing Brian or have you made a decision on that yet." I asked trying to get her to start rambling again so I could turn my attention back to painting every inch of her into my memory.

Jennie continued talking for another what seemed like an hour or so on and on about Brian and how he isn't 'the one' but he's good in bed and she hates to give that up. Annabelle just listened and laughed, oh god that laugh. Every now and then she would look my way and catch me staring at her. I gave up trying not to get caught hours ago.

"I hate to inconvenience you guy, if you give me the address to the place I can take a cab and meet you there. Then you will have more room for your dates."

"No dates and besides my Tahoe seats 7." I cut her off before I realized my mouth was moving but I wanted to be around her every second I could. Jennie shooting me a glare like oh that you heard. I just shrug my shoulders and look down at the table as the red from embarrassment crept up my cheeks. Great what she must think of me now.

"Oh ok well in that case Jennie knows where you can pick me up at and I will be waiting till then." I looked up to see her smiling at me and forgot about everything else. Just then the gods smite me and the bar tender called last call. I didn't realize it was that late already, had I really been staring at her that long.

We exchanged pleasantries and decided it was time to leave. I offered to walk the girls out but Jenny was parked up by the door and Annabelle refused a ride home from her saying she would get a cab. So I started down my two block adventure to my car and kicking myself the whole way for making a fool of myself. I found my car and after beating the steering wheel for awhile I pulled out onto the deserted highway. I passed the bar and I saw her still standing outside waiting patiently. Now I was raised to always be polite and never leave a lady stranded, so I thought that it was my duty to make sure she got home safely. You known purely just southern hospitality. God please don't let me make a fool of myself AGAIN.

As I rolled down the window I could see the nervousness come over her as her body tensed up so I spoke quickly to let her know it was just me. 

"You sure you don't need a ride" As she relaxed that smile that made the butterflies go crazy in my stomach edged its way up the corners of her perfectly pink lips.

"I thought you said you have a Tahoe?" "I do but I'm somewhat of car person and this is easier to move around the city in." I explained as she opened the door to my 350Z.

"Wow nice car. Are you sure its no trouble I'm quite a bit out of town?"

"It's okay I don't mind really and I wouldn't be able to sleep if I left you out here." There was that smile again in full bloom.

"Okay I'd hate for you to lose sleep on my account. If you insist."

"I insist, now get in and lets get going." Yes she is in my car alone with me, oh shit what now? Please please keep it together Max you can do this. You act like your in high school on your first date with a cheerleader.

There is a think silence in the car neither of us knowing quite what to say except for the occasional direction. 

"So why here form Atlanta? Relocate for a job, family or boyfriend?" Smooth right she hasn't mentioned a boyfriend all night and I've been dying to know.

She gave me a smirk and finally after what seemed like forever answered, "No, no and kind of" 

Great that was informative she wasn't going to make this easy on me. A part of me was getting the feeling she enjoyed watching me squirm.

"I got divorced from my college sweetheart a couple years ago and seeing as how I caught him in bed with someone else I got everything; the house, the cars, and the money. But I wanted to start over a new life and since every one there knew him and only knew me as his wife that wasn't possible there. And Jenny keeps going on and on about how great things are here I thought id check it out." She finally went on to explain and if I hadn't been sitting down driving I sear I don't think I could have stopped myself from doing the happy dance. Yes I heard the part where she was married and probably strait as a ruler, but I couldn't help from just enjoying that this beautiful creature was sitting in my car inches away from me talking like we had known each other for years. When much to my sadness we pulled up at her house, a cute rental modest in size with a nice view. She lived on the edge of town and since I live about 20 minutes outside of town I explained how it would make more sense if I picked her up first tomorrow night, you know to save gas and all. She extended her gratitude and bidding me a good night with a friendly hug and the tingles that went thru my body when she held on a little longer than expected shocked me. It had been quite a while since I got this worked up over someone. Especially some one I had just met. Some one who has given no indication that I would ever have a chance in more that a friendship. But if friendship was what she wanted I'd give her the best friend she could ever ask for.

Annabelle Ch. 01



Day One: Annabelle looked at the acceptance letter one more time, scarcely believing she'd got the job. She'd lived in a rural area of Ireland her whole life and now, after a hopeful application to a bank in London, she'd been hired. She couldn't believe it, it made little sense that they'd pick her over other, surely more suitable candidates?

"I... still can't believe it," she said to her fiancé, David. "I'm not sure I want to go, the big city, London, it's too much for me. We're going tomorrow and I don't know what's going to happen to us."

"It's going to be amazing, a whole new life, exciting opportunities," he said, touching her shoulder as a gesture of support. "Just think, all the bands you like, you can see them live now. The cinemas, the restaurants, the melting pot of different cultures."

Annabelle nodded, knowing he was right.

"And just think, we'll both be earning decent money now, we can live properly, together. Forever."

She looked up, love in her eyes. He was so kind to her, sometimes she thought she didn't deserve him.

"Of course, of course," she said. "I just don't know about leaving my friends, this place. I've never gone far afield and... it's overwhelming."

"It'll be fine. Trust me."

David was right, it would be fine. For entirely different reasons than he expected.

Day Two: Annabelle looked out the plane as it took off, Ireland disappearing beneath her. A single tear rolled like a cliché down her cheek. She had to be positive. This was a new life, a new beginning for them. They'd be earning good morning, they could go on holidays, they could plan a family. All things that were in the distant future back home. Why was she so upset? Both her parents had died, she had no real close family in Ireland now... so why did she not want to leave? She'd been looking after herself for a few years now, since she was 19. Now 23, she was a healthy, beautiful young woman heading to the big city. This was her big shot, to make a difference, all those things. So why was she sad?

There were so many things to look forward to, people to meet, things to see. She'd lead a sheltered life, not really being exposed to much beyond the internet. She'd had girlfriends who'd talked about this and that, boys and - in one case - girls, but she'd always been resolutely straight, never deviating from her moral path. David was a local boy who she knew was a bit more adventurous, but not that much. He'd got a job in the city and she'd applied for one as well, never expecting to actually get anything. She'd have been content to be a housewife, at least at first. But here she was, the main breadwinner, and flying off to parts anew.

She had this funny feeling that life was going to change for both of them. She didn't know why, but she felt that it could be the start of something wonderful, something so extraordinary she'd never want to come back. Or it could be a total disaster. Maybe that's why she was sad.

Day Three: "Wow, this place is great. The bank owns this and rents it to employees? Amazing."

David and Annabelle were stunned by the apartment. It was huge, lavish, luxurious. Everything was provided for them, big TV, stereo, full kitchen, balcony. It was extraordinary, nothing like her home in Ireland. And it was all hers. Well, her and David's. Well, the banks. Whatever, they were living here and she couldn't be happier. This was definitely a place, with a bit of personalisation, that could be a home for them.

"You want to go out, check out the area? A nice little romantic walk, eh?" David laughed, still trying to take the new place in.

"Yeah, ok, let me just freshen up," Annabelle said. She went into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. Crossing to the pristine sink, she looked at herself in the mirror. They'd stayed in a hotel the night before, by the airport. It was nice, better than she expected, but this was something else. A smile slowly broke across her face and she grinned. Things were looking up for them. She began to think she could really like it in the city.

Little did she know just how much she would like it.

Day Four: The gym was located across the street and, as an avid fitness buff, Annabelle felt the need to head over to do a few miles on the running machines. She was nowhere near confident to go running the streets of London like she'd done in Ireland. There weren't many people in the gym when she got there. Most people would probably be at work, but Annabelle didn't start for a month. The bank were letting her get settled in. She was still struggling to understand an employer who could be that generous.

"Can I help you with anything?" a voice said as she gazed at the treadmill, trying to figure out just what was going on with it.

"No, it's... er, fine," she said, turning to face the mystery voice. A tall black man was standing next to her, wearing only a pair of tight shorts around his waist and some training shoes. His torso was sculpted like a classical statue, muscles rippling, not an ounce of out of place fat anywhere. Annabelle's eyes were drawn downwards inexorably to his groin, a huge bulging mass clearly visible behind his tight shorts.

"Er...." she said again, unable to tear her eyes from it. What was wrong with her?

"Let me show you how things work," he said. Was that a double entendre? She wasn't sure. As she showed her the machines, some she was familiar with and some she wasn't, Annabelle only half took in the information. Her brain and eyes were more interested in the glistening physique and extraordinary groin of the man. When he'd finished, she thought she might swoon at the sight of his body, sweaty, manly and... oh wow, what was wrong with her? She'd never had a man have such an effect on her.

Then again, she thought, just how many guys were there like this in Ireland? Not enough. Did she really think that? What was wrong with her? She was happily pre-married, thanks very much. But the man... she couldn't shift his image from her mind as she walked back across the street to the apartment.

As she lay in bed, thoughts of him continued to plague her. She couldn't sleep, her body was disturbed enough to be... oh God, was she wet? She touched herself and discovered yes, she was sopping wet. Thinking about a black man! She needed to talk about this.

"Darling," she whispered, nudging David out of his slumber, "we need to talk."

"Mmm, what is it?" he said, sleepily. 

"I, er, don't know quite how to put this... but there was a man at the gym and I ... well, I kind of found him ... hot. I'm sorry."

David sat up. He was a skinny man really, Annabelle noticed. It seems strange to say that, but she'd never really paid any attention, but after seeing the black man today, suddenly his lack of adequate physique was noticeable.

"It's ok, honey," he said. "Everyone looks at other people every so often. I see other women and think they're nice, it's fine."

"Yeah, but... I thought... well, my... urgh, how do I put this?"

"Just say it, I won't be mad," he said, softly, fully awake now.

"Ok... well, my ... place is really wet and I was thinking about him. The man in the gym. It's bad."

"Well, I'd much rather you think of me and get like that," David smiled, "but it's ok, it's natural."

Annabelle smiled, but deep down she knew it wasn't. What she was feeling now wasn't natural. She didn't know what it was, but she'd never felt it about David. Even when they'd had sex, not bothering to wait for marriage like their parents would have wanted, she'd never felt this... desire before. It was wrong and she knew it.

And yet she went to the gym at the same time the next day.

Day Five: "Hi there," the man said, a big smile on his face. "Good to see you again!"

He seemed genuinely pleased to see her, Annabelle thought. She was pleased too.

"Yeah, need to get into a routine, you know. Fight the flab and such," she joked.

"Oh, I don't know, you look pretty much perfect already, girl," he said, giving her a noticeable up and down appraisal with his eyes. She should have been uncomfortable, but she liked the attention from this strange man.

"I was just about done anyway," she said. "Guess I'll see you around sometime."

"I'm done too, you know where the changing rooms are, right?" he said.

"No, I didn't use them yesterday, I just live across the street..." Damn, why did she say that? Telling a stranger where she lived. Idiot.

"Ah, ok, well, let me show you where they are anyway, just in case. Saves wasting your own water on showers and so on, just use them here," he said.

They walked together. He introduced himself as Curtis and she told him her name.

"It's just... oh, typical, must be some broken ... hmm," he said. On the door to the women's changing rooms was a sign prohibiting entrance.

"Look, it's fine, I'll just go home and shower," she said.

"Hey, just use the men's room, there's nobody else about anyway at this time. I'm only here because I work nights so... if you don't mind, I promise I won't look."

What made her say yes? What in God's name made her say yes?

"Er, yeah, ok..." she said, following him in. He went to the other side of the room and Annabelle nervously disrobed. Completely naked she went to the other side of the two-sided shower room, so at least he couldn't see her now. He was right, she thought. Why waste water in her own place? Might as well... hang on, she didn't even pay the bills. The bank paid for everything... so why was she here? In the men's room, naked as the day.

A cough shocked her from her thoughts. At the other end of the block of showers, Curtis stood, naked.

"Sorry, the other side of the showers is fuc... broken too. It's awkward, I know, but do you mind if I use the ones at this end?"

Annabelle thought for a second. Of course she minded, a strange man in the same shower room as her.

"No, go ahead," she said, smiling. Suddenly she realised she was facing him full on and wasn't covering herself at all. And he was looking right at her body!

"Um, sure, thanks," he said, coming completely into view from around the corner. Her mouth dropped open as she saw his penis. It was huge and it was still soft. With a great effort, she tore her eyes away from him, but she was sure he'd seen her looking. He'd looked at her, she'd looked at him. They'd seen each other naked. Evil, evil girl, she thought, closing her eyes and shaking her head. She couldn't shake clear the image of that enormous penis though.

She opened her eyes again and risked a glance down the row at Curtis. He didn't see her, but she noticed his cock was... oh God, it was hard! Standing proud like a baseball bat, it was like a huge staff of ebony had sprouted from his loins. It was beautiful. A thought raced into her mind: she wanted to touch it. No, no, NO! She quelled her sudden desire and got out of the shower. Quickly drying herself and dressing, she left without saying a word.

Back at the flat, she sat in the bathroom and cried. What was wrong with her? Why did she feel these things? She loved David yet she was, and she wasn't going to lie to herself, immensely turned on by Curtis. She couldn't tell David. Could she?

Day Six: For a third day in a row, she was in the gym with Curtis. She worked out in silence, but she was always eyeing him when she thought he wasn't looking. Her feelings for him, wicked and hated as they were, could not be denied anymore. She was growing more and more attracted and she was worried something might happen. Yet she continued to come back. Part of it was because this was her gym now, why should she stop using it? But she knew the real reason: Curtis.

By coincidence, not one of her own planning, they finished at the same time again. There was no way of her avoiding him this time.

"Hi girl," he said as they walked to the changing room again. Why was she going again? "Just go home, just go home" said the voice in Annabelle's head, but she ignored it.

"Ah, they're still broken. Well, same deal as yesterday if you need a shower."

He didn't wait for her this time, entering the room and when she finally plucked up the courage to go inside, he was already in the shower. Nervously she disrobed and made her way towards the shower block. Just as she was rounding the corner, Curtis appeared, heading the opposite way. They collided and Annabelle gasped as his penis flattened against her stomach. To her dismay - and inner delight - it immediately began to engorge. Instinctively and without thinking she reached down to touch it, wrapping her left hand around the shaft.

Realising what she was doing, she looked up into his eyes. Both of them stood there for what seemed like an age, his penis throbbing in her hand. Then the moment was over and she dropped it like it was on fire, scooting round out of sight into the shower area. He disappeared and Annabelle was relieved as he eventually exited the rooms in a hurry. What a dirty bitch, she thought. Actually holding his penis! What's wrong with you?

And yet, she looked at her hand and remembered how wonderful it felt to hold him. Without thinking, she touched herself and was soon furiously masturbating as the water cascaded down on her. Crying out as an explosive orgasm wracked her body, she sunk to her knees, the water remorselessly raining down, and wept tears of pleasure and shame.

Day Seven: She was determined. Today she wouldn't go across to the gym. David was out for the day with some friends of his from Ireland who'd come over. Annabelle knew them as well, but she just didn't feel like going out. Not with a bunch of guys anyway. The apartment was luxurious so why not enjoy it. As she settled down to watch some trash on the TV in her pyjamas, her mind wandered to the day before. Try as she might, she became absorbed in her thoughts as the dross passed by on the screen. She kept imagining the touch of Curtis's penis against her naked skin, her hand holding, her.... ah damn, was that the door bell?

As she hopped off the plush sofa, she realised her knickers were soaked. She really must stop thinking about... "Oh, hi Curtis."

He was standing at her door, a bunch of flowers in his hand.

"Sorry to interrupt, but you weren't at the gym and I thought maybe yesterday had put you off coming and I didn't want it to be my fault and..."

His apologies warmed Annabelle's heart.

"No, no, it's fine. Come in, please. I'll get you a drink."

He entered and she busied herself in the kitchen fixing him a drink.

"You okay with some sherry? Or something else?" she shouted through.

"No, that's fine, thanks," he replied.

She came back in with the drinks and handed his glass over. Sipping on it, he looked troubled.

"Something wrong?" she said.

"I have a question... do you, er, find me attractive?" he said, bluntly.

Annabelle was shocked, her heart in her mouth. What was she going to do? She felt her knickers get wetter.

"Um... I have a fiancé, I can't ... er, I mean, I don't..."

"Thing is, it's like this," he said. "I forgot something yesterday and when I went back to the changing rooms, I heard you... er, masturbating in the showers. Was that because of me and what happened?"

She couldn't breath. He'd heard her? Oh dear God, no.

"Er... okay, yes, it was," she said, sighing. "I admit it, it turned me on a lot. But I can't do anything about it. I'm getting married, I love my fiancé, I would never cheat on him. Please, I think it's best if you just le..."

"Have you ever been with a black man before?" he said, continuing to sip his drink.

"How dare you? Please, leave," she shouted, but there was a quiver in her voice. She was outraged, but her body was responding to this in a way that was betraying her mind.

"I know you've been thinking about me, it's ok, a lot of women do," he said. "I can see you're excited right now. Your nipples are so hard, I can see them through your pyjamas. And I'm not going to pretend your bottoms aren't soaked through with your... juice."

Annabelle took a step back, looking down at herself involuntarily and seeing how obvious her arousal wal.

"Now... oh God, yes, ok, you win, I want you," she said. "But I can't, please. I made a promise. I can't betray him."

"Ok, I won't press it. But if you ever change your mind, you know where to find me. I'll leave you with this."

He approached her and she melted into his arms, not resisting at all. He kissed her passionately and she reciprocated. Finally, he pulled away and she moaned with regret.

"Why don't you ask your guy about me... some white guys like their girls to be, er, 'freaky' with us folks. Just see what he says."

With that, he left and Annabelle couldn't help but cry, touching her lips and thinking about what might have been.

Day Eight: It was a Saturday morning and all Annabelle had been thinking about was Curtis, the kiss and what he'd said about asking David. He obviously meant asking permission for her to sleep with Curtis, but surely no sane man would allow his partner to just go off and ... be with another person like that? She'd die before letting David be with another woman. Curtis had planted that seed of doubt in her mind though, so she knew she had to at least ask, to see what would happen.

"Honey... I spoke to that man again yesterday, the one from the gym," she said, lying in bed, head on David's chest. She was trying her best to appear innocent, to not give away the feelings she'd been experiencing over the last few days.

"Oh yeah, still fancy him?" he said, chuckling.

"Well, he's not got any less handsome," Annabelle said, smiling. "He said he liked me and wanted to, er, go out with me."

"Really?" David said. "Just proves what a catch you are, my dear. Any man would be mad not to want to be with you."

"You mean that? You really mean that?" Flattery always worked on Annabelle, but this time she saw through it. She needed to know the answer to the next question.

"So," she continued, "if he kissed me, you'd be really jealous?"

David looked down at her and Annabelle fought desperately to keep her innocent, hypothetical look on her face.

"Well, I guess it's not the end of the world," he said. "It's only a kiss."

"And if it was more than that?" she pressed on.

"What's made you talk like this? Did he do something?" David said.

"No, he just said he liked me. I just saw something on this TV show yesterday and I thought it'd be fun to ask you, see what you thought." Keeping going, she thought. See what he says.

"Well, I know it happens. Swingers and things like that. I don't know, I guess I'd have to think about it. I don't know, I guess it's only sex. As long as the emotional ties were still to the husband or the wife, it's not that bad. If it were behind the back, without saying anything, that would be worse. But yeah, I don't know. Maybe? You expecting me to say "Yes, you can sleep with some stranger?"

Yes, I am, Annabelle thought, but stopped suddenly. Did she really want to sleep with Curtis? She felt herself getting wet again instantly at the thought. Guess that answered that one.

"No, of course not," she laughed. "Just, you know, hypothetically, if it happened, you wouldn't want to leave me?"

"I'd never leave you, darling, I love you completely," he said. Annabelle looked in his eyes and believed him. What she also believed was that if she slept with Curtis, David would forgive her. God, she was so wet right now. She kissed David, but her mind was full of Curtis.

Day Ten: Today was the day. Annabelle waited in front of the gym for an eternity, trying to pluck up the courage to go in. She was going to tell Curtis that, more or less, her fiancé David had given her the all clear to have sex with him. The first man other than him she'd have allowed into her body. She was terrified and amazingly turned on at the same time.




Annabelle Ch. 01



Finally, she entered the gym. Immediately she saw him. He looked up at her, torso glistening with sweat and she just nodded. He smiled the broadest, toothiest smile she'd seen on a man and hopped off the treadmill.

"He said yes? I told you he would," he said, taking her hands in his. "Come on, let's go to the private workout room."

He whisked her down into an area of the gym she'd never been before and into a room with some more equipment and a wide bench. She hadn't imagined being taken by Curtis here, she had to admit.

"I can't do it here," she said, edging towards the door. "It's cheap and... no, I can't."

She turned to go and his big hand came down on her shoulder.

"It's ok, I wasn't going to, you know, in here. I just wanted to talk a bit," Curtis said.

She turned and apologised, sitting next to him on the bench. She explained what David had said and he nodded along.

"Mm, I get it, yeah," Curtis said. "Seems like an all clear to me. Why don't we go back to my place and ... talk some more?"

This was it.

"Ok, I think so," was all Annabelle could manage.

20 minutes later, she was sipping a glass of water in his apartment. He sat next to her and his closeness made her heart beat like a drum. Slowly he leaned in and she closed her eyes as his lips found her neck. It wasn't long before their lips were locked. Her passion rose and it wasn't long before clothes were being torn off and thrown to the floor.

Naked, they sat next to each other. Curtis then picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. Gently placing her down, she looked up at his chiselled form, his enormous penis pointed at her. She wanted it so badly. Slowly, she spread her legs, inviting him between them. His dark flesh contrasted so much with hers, it was intoxicating. The head pressed against her slick opening and her vagina gleefully took him into her. It was big, so big, but it slid in. She gasp as his body pressed down on top of her, his penis slowly entering her until she felt fuller than she'd ever been before.

Wrapping her legs around him, her feet crossed over. She groaned as he started to slide in and out, their pace quickening as excitement grew. She gasped as pleasure rose within her, their movements completely in sync. She yelled as she felt an orgasm building, shrieking as it finally exploded, sending her whole body into paroxysms of ecstasy.

Curtis pulled out suddenly and flipped her over onto her hands and knees, pushing himself back in and going deeper from behind. His pace was frantic now and he grabbed her hair, pulling it and making her arch her back. She grunted with every punishing stroke until they were both collapsing in a writhing pile of flesh, spent. As they curled up together to bask in the afterglow, she wondered why she'd not had the courage to be with him sooner.

It had been a wonderful experience and all thoughts of regret or guilt were, for now, absent. She felt his penis softening inside her, but it was so big it didn't slip out. She smiled as he spooned her, closing her eyes and sleeping.

An hour later, Annabelle woke, a smile of satisfaction on her lips. She gently squeezed Curtis's hand as it lay comfortingly on her belly. She eased away from him and turned around, wanting to look at him as he slept. As she did so, his penis finally slipped out of her, followed by a stream of sperm. She suddenly realised they'd used no protection. What if she hadn't been on the pill? For some reason, she didn't feel horrified at the thought. Incredibly, she felt extremely turned on at the thought of a black man's baby growing in her stomach.

She reached down and took his slick penis in her hand, stroking it. It began to stiffen as he woke from his slumber. Annabelle did what she'd never done before, moving her head down and placing her mouth over a man's penis. Greedily she licked at the head and up and down his engorging shaft.

"Mmm yeah, suck my cock, slut," he groaned. A slut? Is that what I am now. she thought?

It didn't seem to bother her too much, so she kept on sucking, licking. Moving her head off and grinning with the dirtiest smile she could muster, she straddled him and sunk her vagina down on his meat, gasping as the whole length entered her in one go.

"I'm going to fuck this pussy up," he said, growling. As he began to pound her, Annabelle threw her head and begged for more, for him to screw her harder, faster. Falling forwards, she fed him her breasts and he eagerly suckled on her nipples, sending ripples of pleasure through her. It was too much and her orgasm exploded. Every muscle in her body tensed as she screamed her ecstasy out.

He was relentless, driving his cock up into her as she ground her hips downwards to meet his thrusts. She was losing all her inhibitions.

"Oh yes, fuck me!" she said, using language she'd never considered before. "Fuck me like the Irish whore that I am!"

This spurred him on, amazingly finding more energy to increase his pace. He roared as his climax came, jets of sperm erupting from his cock, cascading into her womb. She shrieked as his spasming penis set off her second orgasm and they, for a second time, collapsed together into a blissful heap.

"That was amazing... again," Annabelle groaned, her body coming down from the highs of her orgasms. "I've never felt anything like that. Your... cock is so good, you're so good. I love it. Is it like this with all black guys? I've heard things and you were so wonderful..."

"Baby," Curtis chuckled, "you were great too. Any black man would love to stick his dick up in you, let me tell you. And yeah, I think it's pretty much true about us. Most of us are packing some serious hardware. I'm not really that big, not compared to some of my friends, you know?"

Annabelle was shocked. To her, Curtis had been huge, a monster... and he was considered small? Her body trembled with a post-orgasmic shudder, but she felt a burning desire to see if what he said was true.

"Well, it's something I need to think about..." she said, coyly. "I'd better go in case David wonders where I am."

"Will you tell him about us?" Curtis asked.

A pause.

"Yes, I think so," Annabelle said. "I think he deserves to know."

Day 13: It had been three days since Annabelle had been with Curtis and she hadn't realised how much she'd be missing him. She would find herself looking out the window at the gym, wanting to be there. But it was closed while they fixed the problems with the changing rooms and she'd not been able to go back since.

She'd told David about her and Curtis the day afterwards. He hadn't taken it well, but as she'd predicted, he hadn't left. Slowly, it seemed, he was coming round to it. She'd said how much she'd enjoyed it, how wonderful it was to be filled up, something David couldn't do. She stressed that her heart was still with him, but she felt a physical connection with Curtis that David just couldn't provide.

He'd accepted it, for now. He didn't know quite how deep her desires ran and how they were changing. Already she'd begun to think about what Curtis had said regarding his friends and whenever she did, her pussy - she was trying to think more in vulgar terms, it made her feel more slutty - twinged and became wet when she did so.

"I'm going out," David said. "I need to think about a few things."

Annabelle turned from the window, a look of genuine concern on her face. David smiled at that, a gentle smile.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to leave," he said. "I just need to get my head around what's been happening, see how I want to approach it. I appreciate that you didn't hide anything from me, that you were honest. I just need to think about whether I'll be happier in ignorance or, well, if I want to know. I'll be back later, don't worry."

She waved weakly, a timid smile of her own. She turned back to the window to look down at the gym.

"Oh Curtis, I really need to be fucked right now," she whispered. He hadn't given her his number and she'd already forgotten how to get to his place. Her hunger was eating her up inside. She'd never imagined having such a strong desire for sex.

A knock on the door roused her from her thoughts. David must have forgotten his key. Sighing, she went over and unlocked it. She gave a gasp of surprise and put her hand to her mouth as she opened it. It wasn't David, it was a stranger.

"Hi, you must be Annabelle," he said, a deep, booming voice. "My name's Theo, a friend of Curtis. He told me to say he was sorry for not being able to see you, but he's had some business to attend to. He said perhaps I could help you out while he was away."

Her surprise turned from fear to lust as she figured out what he was saying. Ushering him in, she wasted no time dropping to her knees and unzipping his pants. She was almost slapped in the face by his enormous cock as it sprung free from its prison.

"Oh my .... " she said in wonder. Curtis had been right, he was small. This man's penis was at least a few inches longer than his had been, plus it was fatter too.

"Help yourself," he said, grinning. Don't mind if I do, she thought, gobbling up the head.

Grabbing her hair, he lead her on her knees to the sofa, all the while keeping her salivating mouth wrapping around his cock. Sitting, he allowed her to go to town on his groin. She was like a madwoman, licking his cock all over and even slobbering all over his balls.

"Let me see you," he said eventually. She stood and slowly stripped, putting on a little show. She laughed as he began to clap, dancing a little as she disrobed.

"Curtis was right, you are one sexy Irish slut," he said, appreciatively.

"Thank you kindly, sir," she giggled. Her face turned serious all of a sudden.

"I want that fucking cock inside me right now," she said. He nodded and she came over to him. Just as she was about to straddle him, he stood and they switched positions. She lay back and put her legs in the air, but instead of fucking her, he swooped down and began to eat her pussy. She gasped and grabbed hold of her ankles, keeping her legs wide apart so he could get best access.

She gasped and moaned as his tongue probed and lapped at her most intimate area. David had never gone down on her before, so this was an entirely new experience. Naturally, she was loving it.

"Oh yeah, lick me, it feels so good," she moaned as his tongue frantically flicked her clitoris. She felt a familiar sensation rising within her and she shuddered as an orgasm hit her. Grasping the back of his head, she held him there, bucking and thrashing as he continued to lick her out. Finally it was too sensitive to continue and she pushed him gently away. Before she could do anything, he appeared above her, simultaneously guiding his cock into her sopping wet snatch and delivering an open-mouthed kiss that meant she was tasting her own pussy off his face.

Annabelle's wails of protest were cut off as the thick cock pressed into her body, stretching her beyond anything she'd experienced before. He was gentle, but insistent, urging himself into her. She was so wet, the cock had no trouble entering her, but she was still stretched out. She'd never felt so full. Not even Curtis had been like this. This... was something else. As he began to slide slowly in and out, it felt like her vaginal walls were glued to his shaft, so tightly were they gripping to his penis.

Gradually he sped up as Annabelle grew more used to such a huge invader in her body. As she did so, she could feel just how extraordinary the sensations he was provoking from her were. It touched areas she didn't realise could be touched, stimulated her beyond what she thought was possible.

"Oh God, I love your black cock," she groaned as he picked up the pace. "Fuck me, oh please, fuck me harder, I need your dick inside me!"

He grabbed her ankles, splaying her legs wide. She was flexible and they ended up in the 9 and 3 position, horizontal like she was doing the splits. Looking up at him as he pounded her, she smiled the dirtiest, most slutty smile she could come up with.

They fucked for an hour, swapping positions and eventually taking it into her bedroom. As she was pounded facedown on the bed, she had thoughts of David sleeping with her later in this very same bed, innocent of what was happening right now. The thought turned her on so much she came for a third time, shrieking like a banshee as her climax tore her to pieces.

Eventually, Theo left her. She just lay on her back as he left, her legs spread wide, two loads of cum seeping from her slit. She must have drifted off because the next thing she heard was the front door opening. Something in her mind screamed at her to get under the sheets so David wouldn't see her like this, but the new, rebellious Annabelle wouldn't condone such a thing. She wanted him to see her like this, well and thoroughly fucked and inseminated.

There was a pause. David was looking for her. The bedroom door opened and he came in, head down.

"Look, I've been thinking about all this and I think it's ok, just so.... oh, wow," he said, doing a double take as he saw her spreadeagled and leaking sperm.

"What the hell's been going on here?" he said, alarmed.

She groggily raised herself on her elbows.

"Essentially, I just got fucked to Heaven and back by a stud with massive penis," she said, matter-of-factly.

"Er, right... ok, um, I was going to say it was ok for you to be with other men, just so long as it's not in this flat... and only if it's only a rare thing..." he stammered.

Annabelle was full of herself now. Who was he to deny her the experiences she'd had over the past few days?

"It seems Rule 1 has been broken already, so we'll ignore that," she said, flexing her pussy a bit, a trickle of sperm flowing out as if on command. "As for Rule 2, I'm a woman. I have needs, needs that, until a few days ago, I didn't even realise I had. That horse has bolted now and my paddock needs to be filled."

Did she really say that? Yeesh. Anyway, she continued, undeterred.

"Lucky for me I have some studs who are willing to fulfill my needs, so... I guess it's going to happen whenever I want it. That ok with you?"

"Well, n..." David began.

"Tough," she interrupted. "It's just the way it's going to be if you want to stay with me. You don't want to leave me, do you?"

"No, of course not... ok, ok, you can be with your," he groaned, "...studs. Just please, for me, don't be too brazen about it. Please?"

"Ok, for you, darling," Annabelle said. Of course, she had no intention of doing anything of the sort. She was right, the horse had indeed bolted. She was already feeling a desire in her loins to be filled up once again by a stiff black cock. If she had her way, she'd get fucked by one every day. David nodded and left her alone. She lay back on the bed and smiled. Her thoughts immediately turned back to her lovers. She wondered what it would be like if she were to be with them at the same time. Reaching down to touch herself, she closed her eyes and imagined it, her hands thrusting into herself. Scooping out some of the sperm, she gleefully tasted it before repeating herself until there was none left.



Annabelle Ch. 02



T minus 8 hours till I get to lay eyes on the beautiful creature I met last night. I can't seem to manage to get her smile, her voice, or her scent out of my head. I have tried everything to get her out of my head. I've met new people before, had a numerous lovers whom were very beautiful themselves. But there is something different about her the way she captivated all my thoughts and consumed my very being. 

I started my day with my usual run, two miles with my loyal companion Mud, a chocolate lab who has been by my side for 2 years now. Dogs are much more dependable than people. And if I want to run in silence he doesn't mind. Letting the water run down my back enjoying my outdoor shower on a warm day is normally relaxing but I couldn't help wishing it was her hands running the soapy rag over my body instead of my own hand. Thinking about holding her body next to mine, the mere thought of her had my body working in overdrive. There was no way I would survive the evening without begging her back to my cabin and having my way with her. To calm my nerves I worked myself into a satisfying orgasm that took little effort, I had been aching since I dropped her off last night. But took long enough the water was ice cold when I stepped out. Admiring my hard work to keep my toned physique in the mirror as died off. At 30 yrs old I still maintained my daily regimen of exercise. At five foot ten inches I was a consistent weight of 130 with firm muscles and hard lines. Somewhat of an androgynous look about me but still found attractive by both male and female, mainly female and that suited my liking just fine.

Mud and I washed the Tahoe because that's what she would expect me to pick her up on and I am not willing to disappoint her in anyway no matter how big or little. I picked out my favorite 'fit me just right' jeans, my black button up with a white undershirt, and my trusty black boots. If she could resist me in this she is defiantly strait. Jennie called to say she would be bringing Brain and for me to contain my stares tonight if at all possible.

Finally time for me to arrive at her house. I pull in the drive trying to calm myself taking deep breaths and short strides up to the door. As she opens the door I can't say a word. She is dressed in a black flowing skirt with a white top and 'fuck me' heels, bringing her eye level with me. She smiles noticing my apparent approval in her outfit. 

"You keep staring we are going to be late" she giggled thru saying. 

"Sorry, you look nice, are you ready?" I finally choked out. The ride to Jennie's was one of comfortable silence. I swear I caught her looking at me several times, call it wishful thinking but it was there. 

Jennie was being Jennie she had spent the whole ride to the bar with her face attached to Brian's. Annabelle just rolled her eyes and giggled. I could love that giggle. When we get there the last available table is in the back. Annabelle is turning heads of everyone who she passes. The girl is hot I can't fault the looks, she seems to be staying kind of close to me but I calm my imagination and chalk it up to her being in a new place and the only other person she knows is attached to Brian's hip. I stopped by the bar to get us all a drink exchanging small talk with the workers and some of the patrons. 

"Do you know everyone here?" Annabelle seems amused at my ability to speak in front of others, as I had not been able to form a sentence in front of her.

"Not everyone, just most. This is one of my favorite places, good food, good music, what's not to love."

The music is great it was almost good enough to distracted me from the beauty sitting next to me, I said almost. She is swaying and tapping her foot along to the beat, in time to the rhythm I might add. 

"Would you like to dance ma'am?" The guy who has been staring at her all night finally got up the courage to ask. He wasn't a bad looking guy, tall, kind of lanky, but not ugly. 

"No thanks I'm just having fun with my friends tonight but thanks anyways." Yes she turned him down, sorry buddy better luck next time.

"Oh so I guess my buddy was right about you being here with the dyke, see I told him you were too pretty for that but I guess not. How much is she paying you I will double it." He slurred out and my face turned red with anger but I wanted to know how she was going to handle it before I stepped in.

She stood and as politely as I have ever seen told him that he couldn't afford her and she didn't appreciate him saying things like that about her new friend. Not what I had hoped but it would do for someone I had just met 24 hours ago. But when he grabbed her I lost it, I tried to stay out of it till he put his hands on her. I don't know what came over me but I do know I was not ok with anyone touching her. I stood snatched his hands off her spinning him around to make contact with my fist breaking his nose in one swing. That got Jennie's attention and we all decided it was time to leave. To my surprise Annabelle grabbed my hand and led me outside. Brian and Jennie decided they weren't ready to call it a night and would take a cab home. When offered Annabelle stated that she had had enough excitement for one night and if I was going that way she would love a ride. I was happy to be of service, we rode for miles before a word was spoke.

"Thanks for taking up for me back there, you didn't have to." she finally said all in one breath. 

"It was no problem it was kind of my fault you were in that situation and I couldn't just sit by and watch you get hassled."

  "It wasn't your fault he was an idiot. Besides no one has ever done anything like that for me before. Look it's still kind of early if you don't have other plans would you like to come in and have a drink before you head home? You know as a small way to say thank you."

"Thanks, I would love to."

With that being said we exited my ride and headed for the door. Praying to who ever would listen that I didn't screw this up. Inside was nothing as I thought it would be the walls were decorated with large black and white photos and the furniture leaning more toward the modern style. I thought surely it would have displayed some of her southern charm with a more country feel, but when I asked she simply stated she was trying to get away from all that. I left it at that not wanting to push too much I wasn't sure how far in she wanted to let me into her past. 

"Coffee, beer, or rum your choice?" she asked as I found my way to the sofa.

"I got a good little drive ahead of me so I will stick with the coffee, if that's ok." Not trusting myself to get too drunk in front of her yet, but more not wanting to get tossed out and have to drive in that condition. She flashed that gorgeous smile at me and went to start us a pot. Settling in to the other end of the sofa she sat our cups with some milk and sugar on the table and started to talk. About what I couldn't tell you I was lost in the fact I was in her home alone with her and she was two feet from me. 

"A conversation usually requires us both to talk." She laughed while throwing her napkin at me to get my attention.

"I'm very sorry, please go ahead. I swear I'm not usually this much of a space case."

"Okay you seem to be very preoccupied so how about we skip the talking and I can turn on the television and see if there is a horrible movie on, unless you would rather go ahead and head home?" She kind of trailed of her sentence almost as if she was asking me not to leave. Of course I didn't want to leave but all I could think about was slowly undressing her and kissing every inch of skin as it was exposed. Making my way from top to bottom and back up again. She was truly clueless to the effect she has on me.

"No, no a horrible movie sounds great."

"Great I will get us some popcorn and the remote is over on the table."

Bringing back the popcorn and some soda she sat next to me so we could share the bowl. Half way into the movie she grabbed the blanket that was draped over sofa and wrapped it over both of us. I wasn't cold but there was no way I wasn't going to take the opportunity to have her close to me. Just as the credits start to roll I realize she has drifted off to sleep and her head has landed on my shoulder, not wanting to wake her I slid down to position myself more comfortably and her head slides on my chest as she snuggles in.

I felt her start to shuffle around six a.m. I couldn't believe we slept on the sofa together all night with her in my arms.

"Oh Max I am so sorry. I didn't mean to fall asleep on you, but I guess you passed out too for us to be still lying here." She seems to be taking the fact that she had just spent all night drooling on my chest with my arms wrapped around her as if I were holding on intending to never let her go pretty well.

"It's quite alright, I have to run by the house to shower and check on Mud but would you like to get some breakfast with me."

"I would love to, but I can't I promised Jennie I would grab brunch with her since I bailed on her last night. However if you don't have plans there is this thing going on at and art gallery next Friday night if you like to go with me."

"Sure which place is that?" I said with a smirk on my face causing her brow to wrinkle with a slightly confused look.

"Blown Away on fourth street have you been there before, they have a lot of blown glass and some really nice exhibits of local photographers. What is so funny?" 

I couldn't contain my giggles as she was asking me to attend my own gallery.

"Nothing sounds great I would like to get there a little early before it all starts, how about I pick you up around six and that will give us time to look around before all the people get there."

"I would love that but I don't think they are opening the doors till eight." Annabelle said still completely clueless.

"It will be fine I promise I can get us in."

With that said I started putting on my boots and helping put up the stuff from the night before. As we were walking out of the kitchen she grabbed my hand and stopped me dead in my tracks.

"Max I wanted to thank you for staying last night. It has been kind of lonely since I moved here. And well that's the best night sleep I have had in a long time." She stood on her tip toes and kissed my cheek before walking me to the door, and I was on cloud nine.

"It was truly my pleasure." Is all I could manage to say before I turned to go to my truck. I couldn't have been happier at that moment I had pleased her and even thou we have not had sex yet, other than in my fantasies, I had made her happy. That was all I needed to fuel my hope and to start a plan of action. I will have Ms. Annabelle to call my own.



Annabelle Ch. 02



Day 15: 

Annabelle had never dreamed of sex really before, but she woke up during the middle of the night, glistening with sweat, her pussy dripping with excitement over a dream in which she was lost in a sea of chocolate-coloured men, their penises rock hard and all demanding she satisfy them. She got out of bed and went to get a glass of water. She had taken to sleeping naked now, something David knew was a sign of her new lifestyle, but it wasn't something he was unhappy about. She was gorgeous and, with the newfound confidence of her lifestyle, she knew it. She stood in front of the full length mirror in the lounge, looking at herself.

"I'm a black cock slut," she mouthed, smiling as she said it. "I'm a fucking black cock slut."

Running her hands over her body, she continued to mouth the words, over and over. She was so turned on, she couldn't believe it. Maybe it was time to finally read Theo's note. She'd discovered it tucked into her jacket hanging on the back of the front door. She'd not dared open it yet, for some reason, but she was so, so horny now, she had to read it. Retrieving it, she stood again in front of the mirror and read it.

"Annabelle, if you ever need me or want to be with me or Theo, here's my number and address. Call us anytime and we'll make sure you get what you want and deserve."

It was signed Curtis.

She almost jumped for joy before instinctively glancing at the phone. Could she really demand sex now? At 2am? She looked at her body again and knew the answer. The phone rang six times before Theo's voice answered.

"Hi Theo, it's Annabelle," she said, nervously. "I just read Curtis's note... I was wondering... er..."

"Sure, we're both here. You do know we work late, right? This is mid-afternoon for us, yeah? Look, I'll be over in 10 minutes in the car, just wait in the lobby of your building for me, ok?"

"Ok," her heart was beating like a drum. "Sure, I'll be waiting."

"Oh and Annabelle? Two things. One, wear a coat, but NOTHING else, ok? No clothes, no underwear, nothing. Just the coat. You won't be needing anything else, you feel me?"

She quivered with excitement at the thought of basically going out naked.

"And second... make sure you tell your cuck just what you're going to do, right?"

Annabelle's knees weakened as her excitement threatened to overwhelm her. She could feel her pussy overflowing, juice dripping down her thighs.

"Yes, yes, anything you say," she moaned.

"Good, be there in ten," he said, hanging up.

Quickly, she grabbed her coat and put it on, enjoying the feel of it over her naked skin. Opening the bedroom door, she poked her head around.

"David?" she whispered, but he merely mumbled in his sleep. Sighing, she raised her voice. Still nothing. Fuck it, she thought.

"DAVID!" she shouted. With a start, he woke.

"Wha... what's the matter?" he said, before noticing she was in her coat and not in bed with him.

"I'm just going to head out, I won't be back until... well, the morning, I guess. Bye!"

"Wait... where are you going at this time of night?" he said, though she could see he had a fair idea.

"I'm going to my lover's apartment to get fucked," she said, calmly. "Ok with you?"

He was silent.

"Good," she said, chirpily. "I'll be back later on with a pussy full of cum, ok? Love you!"

With that, she left him behind. Laughing at how dirty she was now, she bounded down the stairs, full of energy and excitement. Entering the lobby, she saw that Theo was already waiting for her. Quickly, she glanced around her. There was nobody in sight. Fuck it, she thought for the second time that night. Swiftly, she removed her coat, standing naked as the day she was born in the middle of the lobby. Confidently, she walked out of the building, the cold air hardening her nipples and giving her goosebumps.

Theo was nodding appreciatively as she descended the steps and got in the car. Tossing the coat on the backseat, she leaned over and gave him a wet, sloppy kiss, fondling his groin at the same time.

"Hi lover," she giggled. "I see you've brought your package with you." She squeezed his stiff length from the outside of his trousers.

"Want me to suck you while you drive?" she winked. He didn't need to be asked twice, unzipping his fly and unleashing his monster cock. She hummed with pleasure before gobbling it up, using all her newly learned skills on him. Occasionally, he would hold the back of her head and press it down, making Annabelle choke as the huge meat entered her throat, but she was determined not to disappoint him.

It wasn't long before they arrived. Theo removed a disappointed Annabelle from his dick, saying there was plenty of time for that later. Annabelle grabbed her coat and looked around. Noticing people in the vicinity, she moved to put it on.

"No," Theo said, grabbing it off her. "Sluts go naked in our part of town, especially gorgeous white ones. Let the people see what they're missing."

She should have been shocked. She should have refused. Instead, she got out of the car without a second thought. They walked from the car to the front of the apartment block, drawing a few admiring stares. One man stood and watched her as they went in. Just before they disappeared, she turned and slipped a finger in her pussy. Moaning as she then sucked the juice off it, she closed the door on the amazed man.

Laughing as they ascended the stairs, they entered Curtis's apartment and she was immediately spun around and embraced by Theo. Lips met and she was helping him disrobe within seconds. Pulling his cock out, she sank to her knees and took him in her mouth with pleasure. A few seconds later, a hand touched her head and she removed herself from the cock, strands of saliva dripping from the union.

Behind her was Curtis and she couldn't surprise a cry of delight at seeing him. Standing, she threw her arms around him.

"Oh God, I've missed you so much," she said, a tear in her eye. "Don't ever leave me again, please. I'll do anything, just don't leave me like that."

"It's ok, baby, both of us will be here for you from now on," he said, soothingly. "Now.... are you a slut?"

"Yes," she said, giggling.

"Are you truly a slut? A whore, a harlot, a freak for cock?"

"Oh yes, yes, I love black dick," she moaned.

"Would you do anything for your black masters?" he said, holding her chin gently. She nodded desperately.

Curtis smiled and clicked his fingers. Annabelle's eyes swivelled to the left and widened in shock as out of his bedroom came an astonishingly gorgeous, naked white woman. She was six foot tall with long, flowing brunette locks cascading halfway down her back. Her legs were exotically long and ended in a naked pussy, above which was a tattoo of a black spade, the point directed down to her groin. Her only other decorations were a gloriously expensive wedding ring, an ankle bracelet and a necklace with another spade symbol dangling from it.

"This is Nicole," Curtis said. "She helps me with my business. We run a club for women like you and her, dedicated to giving white girls the thing they desire most in the world. She's responsible for helping the new members get used to the lifestyle, so I thought I'd invite her over and let you two get to know each other.

Annabelle stood still as Nicole came over to her. The tall woman reached out and touched Annabelle's left breast, tweaking the nipple and eliciting a groan of pleasure.

"She's been fucking you two for a week?" Nicole said, Curtis just nodding. "Good, good, she's coming along nicely. She's clearly suffering the craving terribly, given she called you so late... and the fact she agreed to being naked in public so readily. Wonderful..."

Nicole slowly walked around Annabelle, examining her body.

"She's so small, I love it," she laughed, "the studs will love pounding her to bits. Yes, she'll be perfect..."

Curtis tilted Annabelle's head to the right and let go. Nicole swooped in and kissed her before she could react. Alarm bells went off in Annabelle's head, but she didn't pull away. On the contrary, she felt her pussy twinge and fluid drip down her thighs. She was being turned on by a woman! And she loved it!

Nicole slipped her right hand between Annabelle's legs and inserted her middle and ring fingers into the girl's wet pussy. Without warning she immediately began to move them about vigorously inside Annabelle, mercilessly mashing her g-spot. Annabelle screamed and her knees turned to jelly. She only remained on her feet during this assault because of Curtis and Theo holding her up.

"Good, good, cum like a bitch," Nicole snarled, showing no mercy. "Scream!"

Annabelle couldn't have disobeyed even if she'd wanted to, the sensations exploding from her pussy driving her crazy.

"Aaaahhh!!!" she shrieked, convulsing as an orgasm exploded within her. Nicole whipped her hand out and Annabelle was shocked to see jets of fluid spurt out after her.

"A squirter, wonderful," Nicole said. "Here, slut, taste yourself."

Nicole fed her juice-covered hand to Annabelle, who gleefully sucked her own vaginal slime off each finger. The men let Annabelle slide to the floor. Her chest was heaving as she recovered from her climax.

"That was ... wonderful..." she gasped.

"But...?" Nicole prompted.

A huge grin appeared on Annabelle's face.

"Ha, but nothing, NOTHING compared to getting FUCKED by a big black cock!" she laughed.

"Too fucking right," Theo said, grabbing Annabelle under the arms and hauling her into the bedroom. She laughed as he tossed her onto the bed. Nicole swiftly appeared next to her and grabbed Annabelle's ankles.

"Fuck this pussy, Theo," Nicole growled.

"My pleasure, ma'am," he said, getting on the bed and sinking his meat into Annabelle in one, easy stroke. She squealed as he began to pound her, her itch finally being scratched. She opened her eyes to find Nicole's wet pussy inches from her face. The woman had moved to straddle her and, sure enough, down it came, smothering Annabelle.

"Lick both my holes, cunt," she said, a duty to which Annabelle, lost in her lust, dutifully obliged, slathering Nicole's pussy and asshole with her tongue. Soon both women were moaning as their pleasure rose. Theo was giving Annabelle everything he had and they both cried out as their climaxes hit at the same time. Annabelle felt the cock inside her spasming and begged for his sperm.

"Oh yes! Fuck me full of cum! God, I love it, being bred by a black STUD!" she bellowed. Theo pulled out and immediately Curtis swooped in and replaced him. Annabelle cried with joy as he filled her up, no letting up in the pace. As the night wore on, each man took turns inside her while the other regained his erection, either naturally or assisted by Nicole's mouth.

Annabelle was in heaven. There was no let up in the fucking, just constant sex with no interruption. Her nerves had been frind with orgasm after orgasm until she was in a blissful trance.

"I think she's had enough," Nicole said, as Annabelle's speech came out as slurs and incomprehensible mumblings, so deeply gone was she. They'd been fucking her pussy for two hours and she was exhausted.

"Let's let her sleep," Curtis said. "She's earned it."

Day 16:

Annabelle woke to a bright, sunny day, light streaming through the window. For a second, she was unaware of her surroundings, not recognising the trappings of this bedroom. Then she smiled contentedly and realised she was still in Curtis's flat. She stretched and gently moved the duvet off her. She lay naked on her back, limbs spread out, enjoying the eroticism of waking up nude in another man's bed.

Eventually, she got up and walked into the living area. Curtis was there, reading a newspaper and Theo was in the kitchen cooking up a bit of breakfast.

"Hi lovers," Annabelle said, sitting opposite Curtis.

"Hey girl," he said, smiling. "Good sleep?"

"I slept like a log," she winked. "A log that's been fucked by two gorgeous black studs for hours! So, what you guys up to today?"

"Theo's got a few odd jobs to do and I've got nothing on until I head to the club tonight," Curtis said. "Do you want to come to the club tonight?"

He said it so innocently, but Annabelle felt her pussy moisten as she thought about 'the club'. They'd mentioned it last night. She knew it was a sex club, but she wanted to know more.

"Tell me about the club, it sounds... fascinating," she said, cradling her head in her hands.

"Well, it's like this... oh, thanks Theo," he said, as the other man put a large round of toast on the table for them both to eat.

"Ok, so, it's a club for discerning white ladies and black gentlemen to come together and appreciate each other, either with or without a white male partner for the woman. If the male doesn't come along, it's fine. If he does, he serves the women and black men, catering to their every need."

"Sounds good," Annabelle said, munching some toast.

"There are two different sections to the club, Soft and Hard," he continued. "Soft is where women can go, relax, choose some men and have a good time. It's good for when you want to have some fun, but don't want the full works, as it were."

"In the Soft side, we have massage tables, private rooms for one on ones, some larger rooms for those who want to have three or foursomes, and a general bar, jacuzzi, lounge place for chilling out."

"Wonderful, I like that... but what about the Hard bit?" Annabelle wondered, desperate to know more.

"Well... I'm not sure you're ready for the Hard rooms yet, girl," Curtis said. "It takes a while to graduate from one to the other."

"Still... please tell me," she said, her pussy so wet it was making her chair slick.

"Ok, well, I'll tell you a bit, but it's the sort of thing that you need to see and experience for yourself," he smiled. "So... it's like the name. Hard. Anything goes and you're not in control. The men are. Obviously, it's all safe and you have a safe word if anything is too much, but on the whole.... you'll get fucked so hard and so much you'll feel like you're going to die. In a good way."

"Oh my... that is so hot," she said, moaning.

"There are no limits and only the one rule, the safe word. To be honest, nobody ever uses it, but it's there just in case. I want to keep it a surprise, as I still don't think you're ready for it... tell you what, we'll go down there tonight and I'll take you in there, show you what's happening. It'll be the only time you can go in and be free from any sexual obligation. After that, you're on your own. Deal?"

"God yes..." she groaned, wanting them both to fuck her that instant.

"Oh... and to give you a little taster... no, we're not going to fuck you. Get your coat and we'll drop you home. By tonight, you'll be so fucking horny, you'll do whatever we say. If you're ready, well, we'll see..."

Annabelle merely moaned with desire, but she was to get no release from them. Half an hour later, she was home.

"Oh Anna, I was so worried," David said, immediately rushing to her when she opened the door. He held her and she accepted his embrace. Despite everything, she still loved him. In a different way to Curtis and Theo, but it was still love. Even after she left him to go have her pussy fucked by strangers, he still cared for her.

"Oh David, don't worry about me," she said, a tear in her eye. "I was with Curtis and Theo and they treated me like a queen. So did Nicole."

He pulled away sharply.

"Wait, two men? And a woman?" He reeled as if he'd been punched in the gut. "Oh my God..."

"No, no, don't worry, please," she said, kneeling in front of him. "I love you, so much, you never have to worry about me leaving you, I promise. I just... can't be satisfied by you sexually. I've discovered this amazing side to myself I never knew existed and it's come because I've ... become addicted to black cocks."

"They're BLACK?!" he gasped. "This just gets better..."

"Yeah, they're black. They're also wonderful and kind and treat me like a goddess in bed. They have enormous penises and they reach places I hadn't known were there two weeks ago. I feel like a woman reborn and Nicole is helping me become a true slut. How can I be a proper slut if I don't fuck men and women?"

Silence from David.

"But hey, it's not just about me. It's about you too," she said, smiling, holding his hand in hers. "This is a lifestyle we can share. You can't satisfy me, but perhaps watching me be satisfied by others will help you, help us. If you deny me this, I'll probably just get it anyway, but I'd feel so much better if you were with me, in spirit if not in body. Please... I want to be a slut."

"You are a slut," he said, then to her delight, he smiled. "I've never seen you so passionate about anything. Does it really mean so much to you?"

"Oh David, it means everything, it means ... the world, the universe. My body is built to service black men, I know it now. And fuck if I don't get so much pleasure out of it. I cum so hard I pass out, for God's sake!"

"Wow, really?" he said.

Annabelle unburdened herself, telling him everything. He listened intently as she described how she'd been so nervous and how she now was constantly lusting after the men.

"Tonight they want me to visit the club," she finished. "I'm so wet thinking about it and about the Hard room, but he makes it sound so scary. Will you come with me? He says it's open to cu... to cuckolds." She paused at the word.

"I guess that's what I am now," he said. "I'll come, it's ok, I want to make sure you're ok and safe."

"Oh David, I'm so happy!" she exclaimed, embracing him. She pulled down his pyjama bottoms and whipped out his small penis. It was disgusting to her now, so small and pathetic, but she had to thank him for blessing her new lifestyle. She used all her new skills to bring him off as quickly as she could. The only thing she enjoyed was swallowing the cum - to her, that tasted good no matter what cock it came out of.

The evening seemed to be an eternity away and Annabelle was a nervous wreck waiting for it to begin. She'd texted Curtis to say David was now her cuckold and he'd be coming with them tonight, though he'd only replied with "8pm, don't be late". She tried to behave normally, but it was impossible. Tick tock, tick tock, she watched the clock with her nails digging into the sofa's armrest, impatient and needing so desperately to get fucked.

Finally, finally, the clock struck eight and she bounded down the stairs, David locking the door behind them. She'd decided to wear her bikini combo underneath her summer coat, coupled with her sexiest heels. She made a mental note to go buy some 'fuck me' boots as soon as she could. She wanted to look trampy, slutty.

David was in a fine suit he'd bought the first day they'd got here, but to be honest, she didn't care what he was wearing. Her eyes were fixed on the road in front of them, waiting for Curtis to arrive. Five minutes later, he did. She almost dove into the vehicle, David sheepishly getting in beside her. Introductions were made and Annabelle had to bite her lip to keep from urging their departure.

Annabelle was a bundle of nerves, fidgeting about as they travelled. The club was a 30 minutes drive (in city traffic) away and she was beginning to reach her limit of frustration. It's not just kids who say "Are we there yet?" all the time.

Finally, her ordeal was over. They pulled up in the private parking lot of a substantially sized building. They went round the front, which was subdued yet classy. It just said "Kings and Queens" in a neon sign, but it wasn't gaudy. It was as if they wanted people to know they were there, but not make themselves too obvious. A bouncer nodded to them as they walked in, though he scowled at David. Annabelle had to suppress a chuckle.




Annabelle Ch. 02



"Let's just go in the Soft side for now, ok?" Curtis said. Annabelle was disappointed, but it was better than nothing. Plenty of time for the Hard part later, she thought, as she felt her pussy wetten even more. Curtis lead the party into a really swanky bar/club area. Lots of stylishly dressed men, nearly all black with a few white men lurking sheepishly near their confident female partners.

Annabelle was surprised at the diversity of the female clientele. For some foolish reason she'd only expected white women here, but there were plenty of black and asian girls here too. Curtis lead them to a private booth reserved for him - he was the part-owner, after all - and they got some drinks in.

"Next time you come here, David," Theo said, "you'll be the one getting the drinks and serving the needs of your woman. We're letting you off this time, but that's just the rule in future, ok?"

"Annabelle's completely in charge when you come in the Soft side," Curtis added. "She gets to choose who she talks to, who she dances with... and who she fucks."

David blanched at that final part.

"This side of the club is controlled by the women," he continued. "They get to decide everything, have a nice time with no pressure. The Hard side is... different, but no less enjoyable. Most girls say it is far better, but hey, that's for later. Annabelle can go to any of the private one-on-one areas with a guy or girl of her choice, or she can take a few people into the bigger ones for a group sex session. Or perhaps just chill out in the jacuzzi and relaxation areas. Lots of choices. And you get to watch, if you want, or you can relax yourself."

David nodded nervously.

"But she WILL fuck some people tonight," Theo said. "She's becoming a slave to black cock.... you can see she's checking out the talent already."

"I'm afraid so," Annabelle blushed, though she didn't stop. "I like the look of those guys over there."

She pointed at a couple of men standing at the bar, chatting to a stunning Japanese woman.

"Ah, yes, that's Kimiko, John and Jermaine. Good people. She's a regular here and those two are her personal studs, though she's more than willing to share them out," Curtis explained.

"She's gorgeous," Annabelle said, marvelling at her beauty.

"Ah, a connoisseur of the female form," Theo chuckled. "Your girl is really coming along well as a slut, Davey."

David looked down, embarrassed.

"Don't be like that, man," Theo said, clapping him on the shoulder. "It's all about the bitches these days, keep 'em happy. Don't you love it when she's happy?"

David nodded.

"See, she just happens to get her rocks off by fucking men and women," Theo said. "She really loves it, too. You'll see."

"I want to go talk to them," Annabelle said, suddenly. Curtis just motioned with his hand, indicating they'd keep David company.

She walked over and David watched her boldly approach the threesome. With no idea what they were saying, he had to merely guess from the gestures they made. Kimiko looked delighted to see Annabelle. To David's surprise, she leaned in and gave Annabelle a passionate, sloppy kiss, which Annabelle eagerly reciprocated. Eventually they broke it off, but even David could tell Annabelle was burning with desire. She said something and the Japanese woman smiled, nodding. Annabelle turned on her heel and strode confidently back to the booth.

"Kimiko and the guys are coming with me to one of the big rooms," she said. "Come on, David, you can finally watch me get fucked!"

She grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the booth, laughing. They made their way back to the threesome, all of them looking with disdain at David.

"He going to watch then?" Kimiko said, her accent beguiling but her English flawless. "Good, I like it when the cucks are there."

"Come on, I really need to fuck," Annabelle said. They swiftly headed through the crowds and corridors to a large room, a king size bed in the middle. Sex toys and huge bottles of lubricant adorned the bedside tables. The four of them ignored David and wasted no time undressing, before joining each other on the bed. David watched as the two girls devoured the incredibly large cocks of the men. Annabelle was insatiable, her lust translating to the sloppiest blowjob David could have imagined. She lathered the penis with her saliva, licking every centimetre of it with wanton abandon.

Both women were soon on their backs, slick cocks descending into both their bodies, eliciting moans and groans of desire and satisfaction. David watched, hypnotised, as the men brought the two women to climax over and over again, switching between them but never letting up their remarkable pace. Then Kimiko did something extraordinary. Straddling one man, the other seemed to know precisely what she wanted. Removing himself from a clearly disappointed Annabelle, he took up a position between Kimiko's legs and, to David and Annabelle's surprise, fed his dick alongside his partner's into Kimiko's wet slit.

"Oh my God!" Annabelle gasped as she sat up on the bed to witness this sight. Both cocks were so big and yet this small Japanese woman was easily taking them both at the same time into her massively stretched pussy.

"This is the hottest thing I've ever seen, oh my GOD!" Annabelle cried, utterly fixated the slippery mess between Kimiko's legs. "I so want to do this myself, but... god, my pussy could fit that much in it!"

As the men pounded Kimiko, her whole body shook and tremored with an ungodly orgasm. She was like a rag doll flopping about, eyes rolled back in her head, completely lost to her feelings. Finally, the two men slipped out of her.

With glazed eyes, Kimiko turned to face Annabelle, a seductive smile on her lips.

"Your turn, slut," she groaned. Annabelle's jaw dropped through the floor.

"No, no... it's too much, I.... oh God, I need to try..." she whimpered. Jermaine lay next to Annabelle and she nervously straddled him, her back to him. Sinking her pussy down on his rock hard meat, she put her hands on his chest. Jermaine grabbed the back of her knees and spread her legs for her. Whimpering, she and David watched as the second cock touched her stuffed pussy.

"Oh God, oh God..." she muttered over and over as John's penis attempted to press into her. She grimaced and yelled until, amazingly, the head plopped into her. She screamed as her pussy was stretched more than it had ever been before. David was in awe of his fiancé as she managed to squeeze inch after inch of the second cock inside her body. He'd believed she'd been sleeping with other men and was prepared for that, but for two men to be inside her pussy at the same time just was beyond what he'd expected.

To his (and her) surprise, she'd managed to take both cocks balls deep inside her. Time seemed to stand still as the cocks remained motionless inside her, allowing to get used to the sensations she was feeling. When they began to move, her mouth was an O of inexpressible pleasure. she fell back on Jermaine, John following her down, her pale white skin sandwiched between the dark chocolate of her twin lovers.

It wasn't long before she was in a similar subspace-like state to the one Kimiko had been in, eyes rolled back, body an uncontrollable mess of orgasmic surges and spasms. It all came to a head when, incredibly, all three climaxed at once. Annabelle's screams were ear-splitting, yelling about how much she wanted their cum inside her.

Finally, all were satiated and Kimiko, John and Jermaine left, the former giving David a derogatory wink as she went by. David gingerly sat next to his prone wife, whose body was jerking every so often as post-orgasmic shocks coursed through her. She was weeping with pleasure.

"Uhhhhh," she managed, "amazing..."

David patted her on the shoulder and tried to sit comfortably. To his shame, he'd had a raging erection ever since the men had started pounding his fiancée and he needed to do something. What the hell, he thought, she's such a slut anyway. He stood and pulled down his trousers. Annabelle looked up groggily and smiled as he emptied his balls all over her naked body.

Tucking himself away, he asked whether she wanted to go home now.

"No, let's go... mmm, relax in the jacuzzi for a bit."

David towelled her down and helped her into her coat, putting her skimpy bikini set into the pocket. Didn't seem like she needed it. As they went to the jacuzzi, they noticed Curtis and Theo in another room. Annabelle waved to them as they pounded some unknown girl, one after the other.

"That was me last night, you know," Annabelle laughed, leading David to the jacuzzi. 

"Ooh, that feels good," she cooed, slipping herself into the hot water. There were quite a few tubs in here and there was a good, friendly atmosphere of chatter and, it had to be said, heavy petting. One or two women were clearly taking black cock in a few of the pools, but Annabelle had picked one just for her and David.

"Come on in, don't let your tiny little penis embarrass you," she winked. He grimaced at that, but disrobed, placing his clothing neatly in a hamper for safety.

"You're right, it is nice in here," he said, sliding in alongside Annabelle.

"I'm so glad we're here, that experience just now was mind-blowing," she said, dreamily.

"You certainly looked happy," he said, surprised at the lack of bitterness in his tone. Maybe he was genuinely happy for her, for discovering herself in this way?

"I was... deliriously. Hey, guys, come join us!" she said, waving at a group of black men who were walking past.

"Sure," one said and they halted, disrobing themselves. David was instantly ashamed of his penis as each of the men was sporting a cock at least twice the size of his.

"Come on, let the men sit next to me," Annabelle said, gently pushing David away from her. He reluctantly moved to the opposite side of the tub and watched as the four men surrounded his fiancée.

"You in the mood to fuck?" one said, hand moving between her legs quite brazenly.

"Mmm, not yet, I just got screwed a few minutes ago, so I need to just relax a bit... but maybe later."

"Sure, sure, you just holler and we'll be happy to fill you up, girl," another laughed. "We're off to the Hard side anyway soon."

"I've not been there yet," she said, and David could tell the idea of the place intrigued her. "Maybe I'll pop in and see you in a bit?"

"Yeah, that's cool," a third agreed.

They exchanged names and David was aghast when she happily gave them their address and number. It didn't seem an issue to her. They eventually got out and left David and Annabelle alone together.

"You just... gave them our home address..." he said, incredulously.

"Fuck yeah, of course, how else are they going to come over and fuck me in our bed?" she said, without batting an eyelid.

"Jesus... this is going too far..." David said.

"Well, you know if you don't want to be here, just go, I can just go home with Theo and Curtis. I'm the one with the big job and the fucking flat from it and ... you can just go and fuck off if you don't like the way I'm going to be living my life. Your choice. I love you, but you're not going to keep me from being satisfied the way I want to be, got that?"

David was aghast. Annabelle had never spoken to him like this before, even when they'd argued.

"Look, don't even answer," she continued. "It's just the way it is. Stay or don't stay. I'm a black cock SLUT and that's all there is to it."

She got out of the tub and David hastily moved to follow her. God knows what she was going to do if he wasn't there to calm her down. After drying off, they both ended up outside the club. Annabelle was in no mood to chat, saying David had ruined her night. She asked the bouncers to pass a message inside to Curtis, saying she wanted to go home now.

After a while in the cold, Curtis appeared, smart as before.

"Everything ok?" he said, casting an aggressive glance at David.

"This wimp ruined my evening, I need to go home now..." she said, grumpily. Curtis gave David a stare that had him cowering.

"Cucks don't fuck up their woman's nights, boy," he said, snarling. "I'll let you off this time, but if it happens again, you're banned and Annabelle will be coming here without you. Got it?"

David nodded, nervously. What was going to happen?

"Right... let's go then," Curtis said. As they walked to the car, David sensed a change in Annabelle. She put her hand on the car door, but didn't open it.

"Fuck it..." she said, removing her hand. "Curtis, take me to the Hard part. This loser can get a taxi home."

"That's what I'm talking about," Curtis smiled. "Here, take this and get the fuck out."

He tossed a few notes at David and they walked off together. David felt himself welling up, his beautiful Annabelle walking away to God knows what. Would he ever see her again?

"Fuck that guy," Annabelle was saying. "I want hard cocks and I want them now."

"Look," Curtis said, "don't be too hard on him."

"I thought you just told him to get the fuck out?"

"Yeah, well, that's just the club policy for cucks, treat 'em badly," he said. "In reality, it's clear he loves and cares for you, you don't want to let sex get in the way of that. Keep him at home, make him your bitch, doing everything you want him to. Let his passivity enable your own lifestyle."

"Wow, yeah, you're right," she said, thoughtfully. "I think so, yeah. But now... I want to get fucked!"

They laughed and went back in the club, this time through the Hard door.

"Now, this time out you'll be allowed to just go at your own pace. Every time afterwards you'll be on your own and ... well, you'll see," Curtis said pushing the door open.

Inside it was dark, pulsing pink and purple neon the only light sources. The room was larger than she expected, and there was nobody to be seen. All along the sides of the black walls were black doors, nothing to distinguish them from the other.

"Behind each door lies an encounter," Curtis said. "Each one will be different, depending on who is in there. Sometimes there's nobody in there, in which case you can either wait and enjoy the ... facilities provided or leave and go to a different room."

Annabelle noticed green and red lights above each door, and asked about them.

"Green means the room is looking for more people to join in and red is closed," Curtis said, "although there are viewing areas for each one, so people can still watch the red ones."

"Cool," she said. "Can we have a look?"

"Sure, let's see a red one for now," he said, going through the first door. Annabelle's heart was beating. Just what was she going to find inside?

The first door lead to a very small foyer, two more doors leading off from it. Taking the door to the right, they entered a small room with a big glass window and a few seats in front of it. Curtis sat and Annabelle followed suit, turning her attention to what was happening on the other side of the window. She gasped at what she saw.

A beautiful woman was in the room, her golden locks flowing down her back, milk-white skin naked and free. Around her were three black men, also naked and sporting enormous erections. Their balls looked to Annabelle like coconuts and she wondered how much cum they could be holding.

Inside the woman were two more men, one underneath thrusting up into her stretched vagina and the other on top, pounding his huge cock into her ass.

"Oh my God," Annabelle said, in awe of the woman. "In the ass? Five guys?"

"If you come into the Hard section, expect to get your ass fucked," Curtis said, matter of factly. "As I mentioned, there's a safe word - Zebra - but nobody will stop fucking your ass if you say it. If you've come in here, you've implicitly suggested that you want to be fucked into unconsciousness by the studs."

"Sounds delicious... but I don't know about my ass... I'm not sure I could take it," Annabelle said.

"Maybe if I got you some toys, butt plugs and stuff," he continued. "You can... test yourself. Or we could help you. If you'd like."

"Mmm, sounds good," Annabelle said, her pussy soaking as she watched the woman take more cocks than she'd ever imagined at once. "I did some double vaginal earlier, by the way. Maybe Theo and you could... help me do that as well."

Curtis grinned. "Dirty little slut, that's what I like to hear. Sure, we can stuff you full, no problem."

"I can't watch much more of this," Annabelle sighed. "It just makes me want to get in there and fuck those men myself."

"Well, you can if you want to..."

"No, I need to prepare myself," she sighed again. "I don't want to hurt myself."

"Ok, want to go home now? I can drop you off at your place."

"No, I want you and Theo to fuck my pussy together."

"Done," he grinned.



Annabelle Ch. 03



Day 17

"So, er, all ok?" David said, nervously. Annabelle had only got home an hour before and they had barely said a word.

"Yep, all fine," she said, flicking through the clothes in her wardrobe. "I'm going out again in a bit, so you'll have to entertain yourself today."

"Oh, right, where are you off to? Is it with Curtis?"

"Yes, we're going to a sex shop to buy dildos and butt plugs for me," she stated simply. "I need to get my tight little ass ready for lots of big black dicks."

David was stunned. He found that was happening quite a lot recently.

"I just need to expand my sexual vocabulary a bit, and the woman I saw with her ass full of cock last night was really, really enjoying it."

She turned to face David.

"And I want it too."

He could do nothing but nod.

"Good, I'm glad we understand each other. I'll see you later."

David watched her leave the flat before slumping into a chair, depressed. Annabelle was happy, that should be what he cared about. But was he happy? He didn't think so.

A little while later, Annabelle and Curtis arrived at the sex shop.

"Ok, I know the owner, he supplies us with stuff for the club, so you can have your pick of the toys for free," he said. "Within reason. There are some really expensive things in here, but we're only interested in the dildos, so it's ok."

"Right, let's go, I'm really excited to see what's going to be inside me," she said, rubbing her hands with glee.

Annabelle couldn't believe the sheer scope and variety of items on offer in the store when they entered. Plastic phalluses of all shapes and sizes greeted her, with a mind-boggling array of bondage gear, leather clothing, anything you could image.

"Here, butt plugs are the first thing you need," Curtis said, indicating some strange-shaped toys on a shelf. "These are for keeping in you for long periods, helps stretch your hole, prepares it for getting fucked. Or you just have it in when you're just taking one guy, feels like a DP, plus the guy likes how tight it makes your pussy."

"These," he said, continuing, "are just your general dildos, lots of shapes and sizes. Then you've got your specialty items like the big fists, the DP dildos, vibrators and so on."

"Ok, I think I'll take that butt plug," Annabelle said, indicating a medium-sized one.

"Why not this one?" Curtis suggested, pointing at a three-tiered affair. Three bulbous 'heads' of different sizes were positioned one after the other on the central stalk. "This allows you to start small and build up. Apparently it's incredible when you get all three in."

"Hmmm, ok, I'll go with the medium one and I'll take the biggest of those three ones. Gives me a challenge for later," she laughed.

"Ok, how about dildos?"

"Right, so, let's start small with this 9 inch one here," she said, tapping her chin with one finger as she mused. "Then... move up to this one here, the 11 incher and then the big 14 incher one. And that one with the fist."

"Impressive," he chuckled. "Anything else?"

"Hmm, so many I'd love to try... but no, I think we're good."

Curtis led Annabelle to the main counter and greeted the owner.

"Hi Ty," he said, shaking hands. "Annie, this is Tyrone. He owns the place."

"Pleased to meet you, sir," she said, acting innocent.

"I see you're interested in some of our wares, my dear," he said, charmingly. "Like I always do for Curtis, I'll give you these one for free, but if you want a couple of special items, I'll have to ask a ... fee."

"What special items?"

"This," he said, pulling out an enormous black dildo from underneath the counter. "We call it the Climaxer, because no woman can put it inside her without cumming all over it within seconds. It's 18 inches long and thicker than a baseball bat. Then there's this."

He bent down to pick up a large box. On it were the words "The Punisher 2000".

"Bit of a corny name," Annabelle laughed.

"Ah, yes, can't be helped," Tyrone said, placing it on the counter. "It's a fucking machine, fastest on the market. It has a special grip that can take hold of any dildo and use it as its... weapon. Both of these are yours if you suck me off and drink my cum right now."

"I don't see why not, but why not just fuck me? I'm more than willing," she purred.

"I'd love to, but if another customer comes in and complains, I could lose my licence. So... "

"Right, I get it," Annabelle said, moving behind the counter and unzipping his trousers.

"Oh yeah, what a lovely cock!" she cooed, freeing the nine inch beast from its lair and devouring it. "I fucking love black dicks so much, give me your cum, I want to drink it down into my belly."

"Wow, she's good," Tyrone said, groaning as Annabelle lavished his dick with her mouth and tongue. "Fucking take it!"

He pushed forward, sliding into her throat. She gagged but managed to hold on.

"Oh fuck!" he groaned again as he came in her throat, jets of sperm cascading down into her belly.

"Woah, you're one cum-hungry bitch," he laughed as she got up, licking her lips. "Hey, I've got a group of brothers who're looking for a slut to do a bukkake for them. You interested?"

"What's a bukkake?" Annabelle said.

"One girl is showered with the cum of many men," he said.

"Oh fuck, where do I sign up?" she moaned, the thought turning her knees to jelly.]

"I'll give Curtis a bell once I've told the guys, he'll let you know."

Annabelle resolved to look it up on the net when she got home. After she'd played with her toys, of course. After picking up a huge bottle of lubricant and a substantial enema kit, they headed back to Curtis's flat. Once there, Annabelle couldn't wait to get started, rushing into the bathroom. After a while, she emerged.

"I feel ... hollow inside," she laughed. "Guess I'd better fill myself up.."

"Ok, let me help you and we'll start with the 9 incher," Curtis said. Annabelle got on her hands and knees, thrusting her bottom out in his direction. She wiggled it provocatively, giggling.

Applying a lot of lube to the plastic cock, he told her to spread herself, showing off her virgin ass. Drizzling more lubricant on her tiny hole, he gave her one more chance to back out.

"No, give it to me," she growled. Positioning the tip of the phallus against her ass, he told her to relax. As she tried to do so, he pushed gently until, finally, the plastic penis plopped into her body.

"Oh my..." Annabelle gasped, not used to the new sensations she was experiencing. She forced herself to breathe deeply and slowly, relaxing herself. She groaned as Curtis slowly slid the plastic cock deeper into her until, finally, it was all the way in.

"Slow, slow," she mumbled as Curtis started to slide it out again. She closed her eyes and let her body get used to the new invader and it wasn't long before feelings of discomfort had disappeared. "Mmm, yes, I like that, it's ... strange, but good."

Curtis kept sliding it in and out, occasionally adding more lube to the already slippery shaft.

"Harder, harder," Annabelle growled, really getting into it now. She reached underneath with her left hand and began to play with her clitoris, furiously working it as Curtis began to force the cock into her with more vigour.

It soon became too much for her and she climaxed hard, her ass pulsating around the cock inside her. Collapsing to the bed, she gave Curtis a little smile of satisfaction.

"Mmm, that was gooooood," she sighed. "Different to normal, difficult to describe."

"Girls I've fucked in the ass have said they can cum just from being fucked there, no overtly direct clitoral stimulation," he said, slipping the cock out of her and placing it off to the side. "Only when they fuck a real cock though, so perhaps its a mental thing. Anyway, next size?"

"Try and stop me," she beamed.

"Let's try a different position," he said. "Get on your back."

Annabelle flipped over and spread her legs. The next dildo was thicker and longer, Annabelle eyeing it with relish. Just before Curtis slipped it in, she told him to stop.

"No... the biggest one, skip this, I want it all in me," she said, chest heaving with desire.

Nodding, Curtis took the enormous 14 inch dildo and lubed it up. Annabelle gave a cry of surprise when the bulbous head finally entered her.

"Oh God, it's SO big!" she gasped. "I can't take it!"

But she did take it, much to her shock. Inch after inch stretched her virgin hole until, astonishingly, it was all the way inside her.

"Look at this," Curtis laughed, tilting the dildo's base downwards a tough. Annabelle gasped when she saw her belly rise slightly.

"Oh my God," she exclaimed. "That's... deep! Fuck my belly!"

Laughing, Curtis slid the cock in and out slowly. Annabelle grasped the sheets as the huge penis seemed to pull her insides out as it moved away from her, so tight was her rectum gripping the shaft.

Harder and harder he gave it to her until she couldn't resist touching her clit again, resulting in another grinding orgasm. When he removed the dildo, she felt so empty it was disturbing.

"Jesus, I never thought I could get it in me," she said as Curtis lay, now naked, spooning her from behind. "I hope it hasn't done any damage."

"You'd be surprised how resilient an ass can be," he chuckled. "Like, if I were to do this, there'd be nothing to be concerned about."

Annabelle gasped as she felt the head of his cock press against her stretched hole and slip easily in.

"Mmm, real cock," she purred, grinding her hips back against him, letting the penis sink to the hilt inside her. Slowly, they made love, Annabelle letting herself become used to the joy of anal sex. She felt comfortable with it now and even when he pulled out and slid back in again, it wasn't uncomfortable. She was ready for the Hard club.

Day 18:

Unfortunately for Annabelle, she had a meeting with her new boss the next day. After two and a half weeks, the day had finally come when her working life would catch up with her new social one. Curtis dropped her at her flat the next morning and she gave David only a cursory hello as she changed into some appropriate work attire.

An hour later, she was waiting outside Mr Blackmore's office. The offices were extraordinary, a testimony to the amount of cash that must be being made every day. How could she live up to the demands of such a job? She barely had enough experience to justify applying, yet they'd given her the job so quickly. She'd not really had a chance to think about it after the events of the past few days. Her only reminder at this point was the buttplug she had inserted inside her ass. She'd had to learn quickly how to walk without it being obvious there was a large plastic intruder stuffed inside her.

This was her first meeting with the boss, so she'd dolled herself up as nicely and professionally as she could. She had to admit, even as modest as she usually was, that she looked good with a capital G. Her newfound confidence in her sexuality made her sure she could, at the very least, get him on her side with a few suggestive nods and winks. Nothing overt, just ... playful.

His secretary, a girl named Veronica, emerged from his office. Sitting at her desk, she smiled and said Annabelle could go in. Taking a deep breath, she checked herself one more time and pushed open the door.

The office was bigger than she'd expected, but just as plush and comfortable. Along one wall was a long leather sofa, various comfortable chairs dotted around the place. The walls were dark mahogany and the carpet was plush yet professional. The desk was, as you'd expect, a hulking great affair and on the other side of it was a handsome man in his late 40s. Annabelle was shocked when she felt her pussy quiver at the sight of him. He was black and that thrilled her. Was she really that much of a slut?

"Come in, my dear," he said, a deep, booming voice. She trembled a little, her panties beginning to get drenched. Oh dear. "Have a seat."

Doing so, she crossed her legs and tried to remain professional. For a moment, nobody spoke and she began to wonder what she'd done wrong.

"So... you're a slut for black cock then?" he said, bluntly.

"What?" Annabelle said, stunned. "How the...?"

She didn't know what to say. First, how could he know about her? Second, talk about sexual harassment. Third... well, it was true, but she didn't have to admit it. This was work, not play.

"Come now," he was saying. "I know more about you than you think. You going to tell me you don't like chocolate dicks?"

"Mr Blackmore, please! This is completely inappro..."

"Curtis has told me all about you," he said, stopping Annabelle in her tracks. "I'm one of the main investors in his club and I saw you with him the other night. I saw you go off with Kimiko and her boys. I even peeked in and watched you take two cocks in your pussy. I recognised you straight away from your file. So, I'll say again, you're a slut for black cock?"

What could she do? He knew everything.

"Utterly," she sighed.

"Good, good," he nodded. "I don't suppose anyone's told you just what you'll be doing here at work?"

Annabelle shook her head. "I only know what was in the job advertisement. It was quite vague. I thought what the hell, might as well apply, you know..."

"Hmm, well, it can go two ways. First is you do what you were hired to do. High pressure, high reward, long hours and so on. Second is you suck my cock right now and get the same high reward, but all you have to do is be willing to fuck and suck black men. So, choose."

Annabelle was stunned, again. Her JOB would be to get fucked by black men? How could this be happening? A company like this paying money just to have a woman on staff to satisfy black men? It was madness.

"This... doesn't make much sense to me," she said. "Are you honestly saying I'd basically just be a ... prostitute? That I'd basically just lie on that couch with my legs spread and let people fuck me all day?"

"It's not as simple as that," he said. "But yes, essentially you'd be a cum dump for black men. Like my secretary, Veronica. She's been with us for ten years now, since she turned 18 in fact. We'd give you a 'proper' position and everything, but you'd not be responsible for anything, unless you wanted to get involved with any projects. Your only fixed work would be as a cum dump and, in time, a babymaker."

"A... a what?" Annabelle said. This was just getting stranger.

"We can talk about that later, but you'll be taking so much sperm inside you, it's inevitable you'll get pregnant. We like to make sure that our female employees are cared for when pregnant, especially as we've effectively made them so. Everything is taken care of, salaries are raised and so on. Veronica is the proud mother of four mixed race children alone. She's currently preparing for having a fifth actually. That's what we were talking about before you came in, her next breeding party."

"Breeding party?" Annabelle stammered.

"It's not compulsory, but we've never had an employee who hasn't, in time, demanded at least one," Mr Blackmore said. "It was actually a woman who suggested them in the first place."

"Sir, I'm not really sure what to say or do, it's all a lot to take in," Annabelle said.

"Ok, that's fair. I'll just say one thing, though. Curtis has told me a lot about you and I'm thinking that, honestly, you're a true slut for black cock. One of, if not the best he's ever met. You're still quite new to the lifestyle, I understand, but I find it hard to believe you would reject the chance to have sex with black men on a daily basis and live in luxury..."

Annabelle didn't say anything. He was right, of course. She knew, if she was being honest with herself, that she craved sex now. Meeting Curtis had changed her life completely and changed her too. As soon as his cock had entered her body, it was like a switch had been flipped. And now all she had to do was say yes and a life of carnality and pleasure awaited. What the hell was she thinking?

"Yes, you're right. I'll do it," she said, knowing it was the right decision.

"Excellent," Mr Blackmore beamed. "Let me show you around the building... then I'll fuck you on that couch."

"I'd like that," Annabelle smiled.

"Ok, let's go," he said, getting up. Annabelle noticed that he cut a really sharp figure, clearly an athlete with a trim build that belied his age. She thought that it might just be nice to get fucked by him. Anyway, the tour.

Leaving the office, they headed through some double doors with "Employees Only" written on them. There was a huge open plan office behind the doors, with people working hard at their desks. She noticed that all of them were white males.

"This is the business bit of our office here. We have branches all over the place, of course. We employ talented people to help keep us very profitable... and, best of all, they know nothing of the other part of our business," he winked.

"So... the white men work to keep the black guys and the women in jobs and fucking?" she said.

"Not so loud, but yes, essentially," he smiled. "Anyway, this is the boring bit, let's move on."

Another set of double doors was only opened with the use of a keypad and a complex code. Once they were through, he explained that the code was 252252625, which if you looked at the letters on the pad could spell out BLACKCOCK. Funny, she thought.

"This is the private part, reserved for managers and women only," he said. "We keep it safe by only giving highly paid roles to the female and black employees. And, occasionally, a white boy who is willing to be a subservient part of the business. Like your fiancé."

Annabelle smiled again, thinking of David.

"You love him, I know, but never let that stand in the way of your own pleasure, my dear," Mr Blackmore said. "None of what we do here is designed to get in the way of a loving home relationship, whoever that might be with. We're just having fun and, occasionally, making some babies."

"Sounds good to me," Annabelle said, though the babies bit was still something she couldn't get her head around. A long corridor stretched in front of them, lots of doors leading off it.

"Each one of these rooms has a quirky theme attached to it," Mr Blackmore said. "We let the ladies determine just what they should be. Some are soft but some are, wow, nothing we could have come up with! Ladies can be dirtier than we men could imagine sometimes."

"Anyway, for example, this is the 'Fuck me senseless' room, where it's all about the woman being deprived of any sensory input apart from the cocks in her holes. Apparently it's incredible, all you have is the pleasure of the sex, no distractions. This other room is called 'Fluid Intake' and involves, well, drinking cum and piss, basically."

"Eek, that doesn't sound too good... the piss I mean," Annabelle said.

"Apparently it's an acquired taste," he chuckled. "Each to their own."

"Oh, no, I love the sound of being bathed in sperm, it tastes so good," Annabelle said swiftly, "I just don't know about the ... the piss."

"It's ok, there's lots of things here that perhaps only one or two of the women like, personal foibles. There are quite a few bondage rooms, for example, don't know if you're into that."

"Hmm, I don't really like that sort of thing, the whips, it's not me," she pondered. "But I am pretty submissive, so perhaps some light forms would be ok. I just tend to like cocks inside me, basically!"

"A good attitude to have around here!" he laughed. "Anyway, loads of other rooms to see, but we've got a sort of presentational booklet with all the details in. There are a few other things, but to be honest... I really want to fuck you right now."

Annabelle smiled and reached out her right hand, touching his crotch. She purred as she felt his rock hard rigidity barely contained within.




Annabelle Ch. 03



"Then fuck me already, ok?" she grinned.

They walked briskly back to his office, Annabelle's heart beating like crazy in her chest. She could feel how slick and wet she was, desperate to be fucked by his stiff black rod. They arrived and Veronica looked up from her work.

"I want her with us," Annabelle blurted out. Veronica just smiled and nodded, following them inside. Their clothes flew off them, ripped off in their passion to get naked. Mr Blackmore pushed Annabelle down onto the sofa and entered her in one swift movement, eliciting a cry of pure joy from the girl. Her moans were quickly cut short by Veronica's bald pussy squashing into her face.

After ten minutes of this, Annabelle was convulsing with pleasure, Mr Blackmore's experienced cock driving her to orgasm. Her face was completely slick with vaginal juices as Veronica slathered her pussy all over, rubbing it up and down and climaxing herself. Annabelle thrust her tongue deep into the girl's vagina, lapping up the delicious fluids that poured forth.

Fifty minutes later, they were done. Annabelle was exhausted and full of cum. Mr Blackmore had spurted off twice inside her, with Veronica eagerly licking any semen that oozed out. Once he'd recovered, Annabelle straddled him while Veronica vigorously licked and tongued her ass.

"That was so good," Annabelle sighed, lying naked and splayed out on the couch. "I think I'm going to enjoy working here, Mr Blackmore."

"Call me Daniel, please," he said, zipping up his trousers. "I hear you are going to the club tonight..."

"Mmm, yes, I'd forgotten about that," she murmured.

"The Hard side."

"Yep, first time there for me," she smiled.

"Good, I'll find you," he said, straightening his tie. "Now, why don't you go home to rest up for tonight. You're going to need all your energy."

Day 18 - The 'Hard' Side

Annabelle returned home to find the place empty. Immediately her mind turned to her collection of dildos, but she reluctantly rejected the idea, knowing she needed rest.

Tonight was the night. She was finally going to the Hard side. This would be her first proper gang-bang. Just her and more big, thick black cocks than she could count. The thought made her weak at the knees, but she refused to act on it. Her pussy was tingling and she wanted to masturbate, but no, she would keep all her sexual energy inside until it was time, tonight, to fully release it in an orgy of flesh.

She couldn't wait, but she had to. For the next few hours, she busied herself with the most boring, menial jobs she could find to do. Cleaning, dusting, tidying up, filling in forms, the works. Halfway through, she had an idea. There was a large shelf in the middle of the lounge room. On it were some mementos from back home. Decisively, she removed them all, placing them instead in her bedroom. In their place she put all her dildos, proudly displaying them for all to see. Satisfied, she eyed the empty spaces on the shelf, deciding she really must get more. And more and more. Fill up the whole shelf. But anyway, back to the cleaning.

Hours and minutes trickled by until David came home. His face fell when he saw the dildos, but he kept his cool and said nothing.

"Um, I was thinking," he said, "perhaps tonight we could, you know, spend some time together as a couple. It's been a long time, maybe get some dinner. I miss the old Annabelle." He sighed, hanging his coat up on the back of the door.

"I know, it's been a while," she smiled, "but seriously, tonight? No, I'm going to the club tonight. Remember? This is my Hard side night. My first gang-bang. I'm sorry but I'm not missing this for anything."

"What... what if I just left you and went back to Ireland? Would you even care?" he grimaced.

"Of course I'd care. I love you, but not in a sexual way at all now. I love you for being who you are, but you're just going to have accept that a sexual relationship is completely off the table now. I only fuck black men now."

Groaning, David sunk down into the couch.

"I couldn't leave you anyway," he said, sighing deeply. "It's just... difficult. I thought we'd be together forever, have children, all that."

"Oh, baby, we will have children," Annabelle said, patting his hair.

"Really?" he said, turning to face her. "So... there'll be some kind of sexual thing, just not a regular one. I can live with that."

"No, you don't understand," she said. "I'll be having children, but they won't be yours. They'll be from my black lovers. I won't know who the father is, but it won't be you."

David was aghast. Speechless, he just sat there, mouth gaping open, unable to speak.

"Don't bother arguing, it's going to happen. Mr Blackmore said that, whenever I want to, they can organise a breeding party for me at work. They'll pay for everything we need to bring up the children. His secretary has four children by unknown men and she's already planning on a fifth. She's barely 20, they've had her knocked up since she was a work experience girl at 16. Amazing, really."

"You're... serious. You really want to get pregnant by some... random guy? Oh my God, I can't believe this," David stammered.

"Hmm, yes, I think I am. I've not been sure, and when they mentioned it I was all like no way, but you know, it does appeal. I've always wanted children and this is a good way of getting them... and having enormous fun in the process."

"Jesus..."

"And the more I think about it, the more I think that knowing their cum being pumped into me could be knocking me up... mmm, that turns me on so much. You know what, fuck it," she said, turning on her heel and going into the bathroom. Returning, she had in her hand her remaining contraceptive pills.

"No need for these any more," she said, tossing them in the bin. "From now on, every drop of sperm in me could be a baby. Starting tonight."

"Oh my God..."

"I wish you'd be more positive about this," Annabelle tutted. "My life is so rich now, I'm so happy. I'm happy to be so full of love for you, my life, my lovers... can't you accept my happiness?"

"I guess... but what about me? I had a beautiful fiancée, now I have ... a slut."

"Damn right, and I'm proud of it. I'm a fucking slut for black cocks and so what? It's my body, I can do what I want with it. And I've not cheated on you, you know everything I do. Like how I'm going to get fucked to bits tonight, how sometime in the next few days I'll be letting scores of strangers jerk off all over me. Like how I love my fiancé and want to marry him with the sperm of black men running down my legs as I confirm my vows. Never forget that I'm always yours, I'll always come back to you. Even if I'm coming back with a black baby in my womb."

David was silent, but eventually, seeing the hopelessness of his situation, nodded his head.

"Wonderful," Annabelle breathed a sigh of relief. "It's much easier to be who I am now when I have your support. So... will you help me get ready for the 'Hard' side? And will you come and watch me tonight? They have a special booth for people to spectate."

"I'll help you get dressed, but I'm not sure about tonight," he grimaced. "Let me think about it."

As they worked on Annabelle's outfit for that night, David realised that whatever he suggested, she would either reject it for "not being slutty enough" or she'd consider it, but only if she were to wear nothing underneath. She wished she could just go along naked, wearing only a pair of knee-high boots. In the end, she decided on doing just that, being naked. She even refused to wear the boots. She wanted to be barefoot and, she laughed, pregnant by the end of the night. In a reluctant nod to modesty - and to avoid getting arrested if the law spotted her - she said she'd wear her coat before entering the building, plus some slip-on flats to make sure she didn't step on anything harmful.

She then insisted on 'prepping' herself with some of her dildos. David helped her by pouring lubricant over a couple of the phalluses and then her ass, before having the 'honour' of slipping them up inside her. She would then just let them sit there, getting use to the feeling of having huge invaders inside her rectum. After half an hour she would remove the dildo and replace it with a larger one, until she finally managed to take the fist. She left it in her for two hours, loving how it felt, squirming around inside her, as she moved around the apartment.

Then, finally, it was time to go. Annabelle's heart was pounding as she stepped into the taxi. Her pussy was soaking wet and she knew the seat would be slick with her juice when she got out, but she didn't care. David looked uncomfortable, but at that moment, she was unconcerned. Her mind was filled with images of black cocks, black men and everything about them. The journey seemed to last forever and Annabelle had to breathe slowly to keep from getting too excited.

"When we get in there, I'll be alone with ... I don't know how many men. They'll be doing things to me that might make you uncomfortable, but I'll be ok. There's a safe word so if I do feel things have gone too far, I can say it and they'll stop. Just watch and jerk off if you want. It'll make me even hornier knowing you are doing that, me getting fucked turning you on."

David nodded, but he wasn't sure that would happen. He felt too sick to his stomach with this whole thing to become aroused.

"But yes, don't even think of coming in to help me. First of all, I'll tell you to get out and in my state, I'll not be kind when I do it. Second, they'll probably hurt you if you tried to stop them. And seeing you beaten up will stop me from enjoying myself... and that's all I care about tonight. Anyway... we're here."

David paid the taxi driver and they got out. She'd been right, it was like a lake of her fluid on the seat. Her knees were weak with anticipation as they headed towards the entrance. Seconds later, they were in. It was silent as they looked for a vacant room. Finally, they found one. In they went and David entered the viewing chamber. Annabelle, alone now, stripped and put her clothing in a container, which she pushed back into the wall. The room was featureless apart from the hidden container, a large, plush four-poster bed in the middle and a computer touchscreen next to the door. Going over, she read the instructions printed on it. It was a question and answer system.

"How many men do you want to fuck?" it read. "Either enter a specific number or key 0 for infinite men." Annabelle thought for a minute then pressed the 0 key. Fuck it, she thought, in for a penny, in for a pound.

"Condoms or no condoms? 1 for no, 2 for yes." Without a second thought, she pressed the 1 button hard.

"Internal or external cumshots?" Well, if the previous question was no, then this just had to be internal, didn't it?

"Time limit or not?" Hmm, not.

"Finally, are any of the following off limits? Tap to indicate you DO NOT want to do these things. 1) Double Vaginal. 2) Double Anal. 3) Pissing. 4) Bondage. 5) Rimming. 6) Fisting. 7) Footing.

Annabelle ticked Pissing, Bondage, Footing and Rimming, not particularly wanting to do any of them.

"Thankyou. If you are not naked, disrobe immediately. There is lubricant underneath the pillow. Please apply some now. There is no charge for use, so be liberal with it. If you want, type your name in now so that men viewing the order will know who it is."

Annabelle did so, knowing Mr Blackmore and others might want to take her tonight.

"Thank you, Annabelle. Please wait and your men will arrive shortly. Enjoy your evening."

This is it, Annabelle thought as she stepped from the screen. She moved back slowly and got up on the bed. She lay back and reached underneath the pillows, grabbing the lubricant. Squeezing it liberally onto her hand, she stretched out and closed her eyes, slathering the substance all over her vagina and anus. Slipping one, two, three and then four fingers inside both holes, she made sure she was as slick as it was possible to be. Gently, she masturbated until she felt her pleasure getting too great, stopping before her climax. She wanted to cum hard on the first cock inside her. Really, really hard.

She waited and, finally, the door quietly opened. She smiled as Mr Blackmore entered, naked and sporting a stiff hard-on. Her heart pounded like a jackhammer as he moved towards her, revealing a man she'd never seen before. He was also naked and had a cock that was bigger than Mr Blackmore's. She groaned as behind this man was another, and another, and another. She couldn't believe her eyes. Men just kept coming in, all strangers apart from Mr Blackmore. Eventually, eight men surrounded the bed, hard pricks pointing at her, just begging to be sucked. But she didn't want to suck them, she wanted them inside her, right then, that instant.

"Oh God..." she groaned, "Somebody PLEASE fuck me right now."

Mr Blackmore got up on the bed with her, spreading her legs and sinking himself into her pussy with one smooth motion. She let out a huge sigh of relief as he filled her up. He pressed his body down on hers and they kissed. His motions became quicker and she felt the biggest orgasm of her life approaching. She'd pushed herself to the brink and now, finally, she was getting her release.

"Oh fuck yes, I'm going to cum, don't stop, oh God, don't stop!" she shrieked, her pleasure rising within her. Agonisingly, just before she climaxed, he pulled out.

"Ahhhhh, no!" she squealed, writhing about as her climax was denied her. Rough hands held her arms above her head, denying her even the chance to manually please herself. "Why? Oh God, I need to cum so bad."

"You'll cum when we say you can cum," Mr Blackmore said. "Beg for it, fucking beg for black cock."

"Please, I need it so bad, I love black dicks, they're my whole world!" she pleaded. "Please, fuck me. All of you, fuck me until I leak sperm. I need it so bad, give it to me."

"I'm going to fuck her ass," another man said. Annabelle's legs were pushed up and back, her ankles directly above her head. A man with a really big cock took no time at all in setting himself and sliding his penis into her rectum. She moaned with pleasure as he pushed deep into her. Again she felt her orgasm coming on as he pounded her backdoor, but again he pulled out just before she could climax. Tears streamed down her face as her body swirled with unreleased emotion.

"Two cocks now," Mr Blackmore said, directing two men to enter Annabelle. She was pulled up and put on all fours. One man straddled her rump and shoved himself into her ass from behind, the other doing the same to her pussy. She'd never had two cocks in both holes before and she sighed with delight as they started to pound her.

"Ok, let her cum, guys, let's see how much she needs black cock!"

They really went to town on her, powerful, fast strokes taking her to the edge and, finally, blissfully, over it. Her whole body shook uncontrollably as the orgasm tore her apart inside, wave after wave of intense pleasure coursing through her. Tears streamed down her face as she lost control of herself.

David watched in shock and, he realised, awe as the men fucked his fiancée to such an incredible climax. Awe at her for taking such a task on and the men for being so powerful that they could do this to her. He couldn't compete with that and she loved it so much. Why should he be selfish enough to deny her this experience?

Both men announced they were going to cum inside her and she shrieked again as their cocks pulsed and spurted semen deep into her body, triggering a second orgasm mere moments after the previous one. This wasn't as intense, but she still found herself wailing with pleasure as it hit. They slid out of her and she collapsed onto the bed, taking deep breaths as she fought to regain control of her spasming body. The men weren't going to let up. This was the Hard section for a reason. A hand grabbed her hair and pulled her up, arching her back as a hard cock pushed into her ass. She yelped as the cock thrust up into her, right to the balls, in one hard motion. Her body rocked as each powerful thrust pounded into it, his heavy balls slapping against her juicy pussy.

"Oh yes, fuck my ass," she growled, regaining some of her strength now. She pushed her hips back to meet his thrusts, urging him on. Her exhortations were cut off when a penis entered her mouth and pushed its way down her throat. She gagged but held him inside her, determined to take it all to the root.

David watched as she swallowed the enormous cock whole. He could only be impressed by how slutty his fiancée was. He felt his own small erection push against his trousers and without thinking, unzipped himself and began to tug on his tiny member.

She needed to breath, slapping the man's thigh to make him aware of this. Reluctantly he pulled out, strands of saliva following him. She gasped in lungfuls of air before he shoved himself back in. The lack of oxygen combined with the powerful anal fucking was driving her wild once again. As her orgasm hit, she felt the men climax as well, one pumping her already sperm-filled ass with jet after jet of semen. The other just erupted straight into her throat, hot jizz swallowed gleefully, sliding down into her belly.

They pulled out and she knelt there, getting her breath back. Two men began to kiss her nipples as she did so, sending shocks of pleasure through her. She held their heads to her and relaxed, letting them please her. She could feel surges of lust building anew, her holes begging to be filled once again. 

To her joy, a man moved behind her and slip up into her pussy, his length easily accommodated now by her stretched cunt. She moaned with pleasure as he filled her up, the tongues still lapping at her breasts. This was making love, not the fucking of before. It was nice to have the change of pace, but she did kind of miss the roughness of the fucking. She imagined it wouldn't take long for that to happen again though.

"I love black men," she said softly, her hips swaying as the man gently pushed in and out of her. "I love them so much. I'll never fuck a white guy ever again in my whole life."

A pause.

"I want a black baby growing inside me," she continued. "Please, make me pregnant."

David was shocked at this. She had mentioned it before, but to hear her literally begging to be implanted with their seed (even though she'd taken a few loads in there already) was something else. To his astonishment, it proved to be so arousing, he came seconds later, splattering himself with his pent-up sperm.

Back in the room, Annabelle was now locking lips with a fourth man. She was visibly shaking as her pleasure was near critical levels once again. As she came, she yelled out, informing everyone that the man inside her was also climaxing, flooding her not-exactly-empty womb with his seed.

Collapsing forward, she rolled onto her back, spreading her legs wide.

"More!" she barked.

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Day 18 - The Hard Side: Part 2

As the fourth man's cock slid out of her pussy, Annabelle sighed. Her latest orgasm had been really intense and she was lying now, spread eagled on the bed. Her vagina was stretched wide open, a river of sperm oozing out of it. She lazily dipped a finger in, scooping up some of the fluid and transferring it to her mouth, lasciviously sucking off the mixture as two men moved towards her.

She wanted both at once. Turning over, she got on her knees. One man got up and straddled her back, pushing his enormous dick down into her ass. She cooed and reached back, pulling her cheeks apart as the schlong buried itself to the root inside her. The second man entered her pussy doggy style, both dicks so, so deep now. She squirmed as they held themselves motionless until, finally, they began to move. Whimpering as her pleasure grew rapidly, she remained still herself, letting the increasingly powerful thrusts of both men force her down into the mattress.




Annabelle Ch. 03



"Oh my God," she panted. "It's so good... so good... oh fuck, yes!"

David could see on her face, even from the distance he was away from her, that she eyes were rolled back, her mind lost to a state of indescribable bliss. Her body started shaking and he knew yet another orgasm was tearing through her. The men were relentless, pounding her as hard and fast as they could and David was astonished to see, after what seemed like only a few seconds, her frame convulsing with another climax.

She screamed and screamed as this second orgasm exploded from her loins, her ass clamping down on the cock inside. The man roared as his own climax poured out into her rectum. Swiftly, he was out of her and a sixth man took his place. This time, he pushed himself into her already full vagina, two enormous black dicks pummelling her stretched twat for all they were worth. From nowhere a large dildo appeared and in it went, stuffed into her butt. David couldn't believe how much Annabelle was taking, willingly and, it seemed, gleefully, as her body thrashed about as yet another orgasm hit her.

One of the men came inside her pussy and was immediately replaced by a seventh. There was no let up, Annabelle was being fucked so hard and so much she was losing consciousness. Her body was going limp like a ragdoll, controlled only by the strong hands clutching her hips, pushing her back down onto the two rampaging cocks. The position they were all in allowed for men to finish up, move on and be replaced without stopping to rearrange everything.

Eventually they let her flop onto the bed, exhausted and her mind frazzled with an unknown number of climaxes. David noticed that there were still lots of men ready to fuck her and it hit him - more had come in as he'd been watching her. In fact, there seemed to be more men in the room now than at the start. Soon enough, Annabelle's broken body was being dragged back into service.

One man got underneath her, his prodigious meat sticking right up like a flagpole. Annabelle was facing away from him as was lowered onto his cock, slipping it easily into her asshole, the dildo having now been removed. David's eyes widened as a second cock moved to push in alongside it. His mouth dropped open as the head popped in, the long shaft descending into her rectum. Annabelle's eyes were wide open too, realising what was happening to her, even through the orgasmic fugue she was in. David could see the expression of shock on her face, but to his surprise - ah, he wasn't kidding himself now, he wasn't surprised at all - there was a growing smile there. She wiggled herself about on the dual invaders and whispered something he couldn't hear. The dildo reappeared and went straight into her vagina. Then, the men started slowly pushing into her anus until, a minute or so later, they were really hammering her butt hard. She screamed and screamed as the two cocks split her apart.

Incredibly, her orgasms came faster now and even harder than before. A constant stream of men lined up to fill her ass full of cum. There was no standing on ceremony, they just fucked her and spurted into her ass. Her pussy was already so full of sperm that there was no need to worry about being pregnant. And, if there was, Annabelle knew she'd be back here many, many times. It was only a matter of time before a baby began to grow inside her.

But she wasn't experienced enough yet to handle such an onslaught. Her already frazzled mind couldn't cope with the constant explosive orgasms and she finally fell into unconsciousness. When she awoke, she was in a cab on the way home. David was next to her and she mouthed a silent "thank you" to him for letting her live life the way she wanted.

It turned out she hadn't been made pregnant, though. Instead, she announced to David the day after that they were to be married. She felt it would make her pleasure even more satisfying if she were wearing a wedding ring while being inseminated by a gang of black men. A month later and it was done, performed at her work by Mr Blackmore, who it turned out was qualified to legally marry people. The crowd was exclusively black men, a hundred of them, and after the vows were exchanged David was ushered into a taxi and sent home. Annabelle remained behind, strapped onto a breeding bench with 100 rutting stallions ready to implant her with their semen.

This time, she was inseminated. Her life was complete.