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Ivory

By: RedTempest



This story, or any portion of it, may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the copyright owner, except for the brief quotations used in a review. All rights are reserved. This is a work of fiction. All the names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Resemblance to any actual person, living or dead, business establishment, event, or locale is entirely coincidental.

Copyright 2015 Red Tempest



Chapter One

Hi, my name is Austin James Smith, but everyone calls me AJ. 

I was a good student in high school, carrying a 3.33 grade point average. I probably would have gotten some scholarships, but not enough to pay my way through college. My dad died during my freshman year in a work accident. Mom got a nice payout, enough for us to live on, but not enough money for college. She still had Scooter (my sister Sally) to take care of. Mom and I talked with my guidance counselor. He laid out a number of options, and the best one was joining the armed forces. They had the GI bill, which would help pay for college. So right after graduation, I enlisted in the army. I spent eight years in the army, including three tours in Iraq and Afghanistan 

When I got back home, I applied to the University of Michigan. They accepted me and I started engineering classes in the fall. I had taken a lot of basic courses while I was in the army, and those credits were accepted by U of M. But, I still needed two and half years to get my degree. 

The school held a job fair before classes started. I met some people from Ford there. A few days later, I got a letter inviting me to come to the Ford Headquarters in Dearborn, Michigan, to meet a Mr. James in the design division.

Mr. James said, "I want to tell you how impressed Ford is of your credentials.  We want to make sure you finish your Engineering degree. We intend to offer you a fulltime position when you graduate. In the meantime, we have a part-time opening with flexible hours that shouldn't interfere with your class work. You can work as many hours as your schedule will allow, but make sure that school comes before work."

I was able to arrange my class schedule so I could work part-time for Ford without work interfering with classes. During the spring and summer semesters, I took a couple of classes in each semester to make sure that I could graduate at the completion of the winter semester.

Chapter Two

I had finished the summer semester just before Labor Day, and took a week off from work to take a break, and recharge my batteries. I had been going strong for a full year with school and work.

Bob, a friend from work, invited me to a Labor Day cookout. We went to the same high school, but he was a grade ahead of me. 

"AJ just show up, there'll be plenty to eat and drink. Be there around noon," he said. 

I was running about twenty minutes late, when I pulled into his driveway. I knew some of the people who were there from either school or work. Bob has a large backyard, with an above ground pool. I noticed there were some kids playing in the pool. Two big grills were cooking different foods. Bob has a large three and a half car unattached garage. 

Inside the garage, were tables loaded down with food. On the other side of the garage were coolers filled with different types of beverages.  

I grabbed a beer and stopped to chat with a few classmates. While I talked with them, I kept staring at a blonde girl by the pool. 

She sure in the hell looked familiar, but I couldn't place just where we might have crossed paths before. I started to walk toward her when Bob grabbed me by the arm.

"Sandy this is my friend from work, AJ. AJ this is my wife, Sandy," he said.

We exchange greetings, and I thanked her for inviting me to the party.

"Come on, I want you to meet someone," he said.

We walked toward to the pool, in the direction of the blonde gal.

"Hi, Ivy," Bob said.

"Hi, Bob," Ivy replied.

I remembered, Beatrice Ivory Smith, she was two years behind me in high school. If I remembered right, she had dated a guy name Kevin Smith, a year behind me. 

I also remembered that she hated to be called Beatrice or Bea, always goes by Ivy. She was named after her two grandmothers. Ivy was a beautiful blonde, about five-five, maybe 120 pounds, with a really nice figure.

"Hey, Ivy, do you remember AJ? He graduated a couple years before you," Bob said.

"Ya, I do. Hi, AJ," Ivy said.

"Hi, Ivy, good to see you again," I replied.

"Hey I have to go check on the grilling. Catch you guys later," Bob said as he left heading toward the grills.

Ivy and I chatted for a few minutes. 

Then she called to a little blonde girl. "Denise honey, lunch is being served. It's time for you to get out of the pool," Ivy said.

I could see the little girl in the pool, "Mom do I have to get out to eat, we are having fun in the pool," she responded.

"Come on honey, you can go back in after you have some lunch."

"Ok mom."

"Would you like to join us, AJ?"

"I'd love to."

Denise was a little chatterbox asking hundreds of questions. 

"Are you going to be my new daddy?" Denise asked.

I choked a little bit on my food, and glanced over at Ivy, who was turning bright red.

"Denise honey, AJ is just an old friend from mom's high school," Ivy told her.

"I guess I had better fill you in on what has happen to us," Ivy said to me.

"Please do," I replied.

"Kevin and I got married right out of high school. A couple years later, we had Denise. We were talking about having another child, when Kevin was killed over a year ago in an accident at work. I got a nice settlement, but it's not the same without him. Kevin and I were soulmates. We just got a new house, and thankfully he had insurance that paid it off in case of his death."

I filled her in on my life since I graduated from high school. I told her of my time in the army, and the places I'd been. 

We finished our lunch, and exchange phone numbers. She took her daughter back to the pool, and I went over to a few friends that I had not talked with. I had a good time at the party, and thanked my host Bob.

"What did you think of Ivy?" he asked.

"We had a nice chat."

"Are you going to date her?"

"Damn, Bob, I just met her. I have plenty on my plate with school and work."

"Ok, just glad that you had a good time."

"Thanks for inviting me, see you at work."

I was extremely busy during the first three weeks of September with classes and work. I ran into Bob toward the end of the third week.

"Hi, Bob, I am thinking of giving Ivy a call this weekend."

"You should have called her sooner, I hear she is dating a new guy, and Sandy thinks they're getting serious."

"Well, I guess I'm a little late with my phone call to her. I hope things work out okay for her," I said and left to return to my workstation.

Chapter Three

For the next few months I worked hard at my classes, and filled in at work when I could. Ford is very pleased with my progress both in school and at the office. Then, the Sunday after Halloween, I got a call from Bob's wife. 

"Hi AJ, this is Sandy, Bob's wife. I would like to invite you to Bob's birthday party next Saturday."

"Oh hi Sandy, I would love to come. What time does the party start, and should I bring anything?"

"No I have everything, just show up and have a good time. The party will start around five. Bob knows about it, so it is not a secret. It is just a party with some of his friends."

I pulled into Bob's driveway Saturday afternoon, just a touch late, I walked in the house and gave Sandy a hug and thanks for the inviting me. I shook Bob's hand and wished him a happy birthday. He thanked me and told me there is cold beer at the bar with my name on it. I grabbed a beer, and survey the crowd, when a familiar face came over.

"Hi AJ, good to see you," Ivy said.

"Ivy good to see you too, how are you?" I replied.

"I am fine and you?"

"Good, thanks for asking."

"So are you dating anyone special yet?"

"No between school, and work, I don't seem to have a lot of free time. How about you, are you still in that special relationship?"

"No that sort of fell apart last month, and I'm not dating anybody steady right now."

We chatted for a while, until Sandy called out and said that dinner is ready. Ivy and I sat next to each other at the dinner table, and had an enjoyable conversation. 

She told me, "My mother is watching Denise, so that she could go to this party." 

After dinner the birthday cake is brought out, and we all sang happy birthday to Bob. After eating cake and ice cream, Bob opened his presents. Music and dancing followed the opening of the presents, and the party started to wind down around eleven.

Ivy and I made a dinner for next Saturday night. We dated frequently for the next five weeks. Ivy works for a big bank, and she invited me as her date for the bank's big New Years Eve Party.

New Years Eve, I picked Ivy up at her house. She looks absolutely stunning. She wore a black, low cut, form fitting cocktail dress that stopped midway down her thighs. Black nylons and shoes, with a set of white pearls around her neck, accessorized her dress. Thank God I bought her a wrist corsage, because I would have no idea just where to pin a corsage on her dress.

We had a great time at the party. They had a cocktail hour with hors d'Oeuvres, followed by a wonderful dinner. Afterwards we danced the night away, with a big kiss at midnight. 

The party started to wind down around 1:00 a.m. Ivy and I said our goodbyes to the people at our table and left for her house.

When we arrived, she closed and locked the door behind us. She took off her wrap, and I discarded my jacket. She took my hand and walked me back to her bedroom. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and gave me a slow soft kiss.

I rubbed my hands over her back and down to her ass cheeks. The smoothness there told me that she probably wore a thong and not much else under the dress. She locked her eyes onto my eyes, and drew her lips up to mine and we met in a very passionate kiss. I open my mouth a little bit and could feel her tongue flicker in and out. If she was trying to turn me on, it worked.

Our tongues continued to dance together, and I unhooked her dress and slowly move the zipper down. When I met no resistance doing that, I moved up and unhooked her bra. She slipped her dress and bra strap off one arm and then the other, and they slowly fell to the floor. I was holding her naked except for the thong and French kissing her.

Suddenly she broke the kiss, and looked at me. "This isn't fair," she said.

Worried that I moved to fast, I gave her blank stare.

She giggled and said, "You are fully clothed and I am almost naked."

We remedy this quickly as she helped me strip, and she took off her thong. I just love how she did that so gracefully.

She pushed me onto the bed and sits on my lap. I got my first chance to see her naked up close, God what a site. We kissed with heated passion. I slowly massage her breasts and play with her nipples. She began to moan softly in my mouth. God I just could not get enough of those breasts. I could play with them forever. As I played with her nipples, the bumps on her areola grew more intense. I rubbed my fingers over those bumps, and she sighed softly.

"Pinch them harder," she moaned.

I played, squeezed, pinched, and caressed her breast and nipples. They felt like little firecrackers in my fingers, ready to explode. I kiss and nibble my way down her neck to her breast. I licked her areola bumps and nibbled on her nipples.

"OH yes baby, suck and bite those nipples," she cooed.

I got busy with my tongue and teeth. I continued to pleasure her nipples. I softly nibbled and licked each nipple with tender care. They got so taut when I suck on them. I increased the pressure, and she gasped.

As I sucked on her nipples, I slowly moved my hand down her stomach to her sex. She is almost totaled shaved with a small land strip just above her opening. She parted her legs, and I started to stroke her inner thighs softly till I finally got to her outer lips. 

As I slowly massaged her, I could feel moisture on those delicate outer lips. I spread them, and my finger entered that magnificent vagina. She was soaking wet inside. I started slowly, and worked the speed up faster, then slowed back down. I moved my finger up to her clit, and rubbed that in a steady motion. I had my other finger slowly stroking her anal hole. 

She grabbed my head and brought me up for a fierce kiss. She softly screamed and held me tightly, as her body started to shake in an orgasm. Her love juices soaked my hand.

"OH MY GOD, keep it right there," she wailed.

My finger was deep inside of her vagina rubbing her sensitive G-Spot, while my other finger is knuckles deep into her anal hole. I worked both holes till my fingers got tired.

I couldn't take it anymore. I got on my knees, spread her legs, and start to lick her sex. I licked in as deep as I could, and then in an up and down motion, and finally around and around, as fast as I could. Man did she taste good. 

I felt like a bear attacking a bee hive, and licking up all the honey. Suddenly she locked her legs around my head, drawing me in tighter. It is getting hard to breathe. Then she flooded my face with her love juices. I drank in what I could, but some dripped down my chin onto my chest. 

She relaxed her legs and freed me. She reached down grabbing my head. Pulling me up to her, she looked into my eyes. "Fuck me," she said. 

I may not be the sharpest tack in the box, but I didn't have to be told twice. I moved up on the bed with her, and spread her legs. I slammed my cock into her sopping wet vagina. 

"Fuck me harder," she cried.

I wanted to make this last a life time. I slowed down, and fucked her with deep strokes. I could start to feel the passion build up in my cock. Her fuck hole is so hot; it's beginning to make my sperm boil. My cock felt just like a volcano ready to explode.

"Ivy honey, I going to cum soon," I said.

"OH baby, I am so ready, cum with me now," she said giving me a very passionate kiss.

I'm on my knees with her legs hooked over my shoulders with my cock buried into her as deep as I could. I blasted one of my biggest loads ever inside her. The force of the explosion, made me see some stars. I blew rope after rope of my seed into her dripping wet vagina. We held that position for a few minutes, till finally my legs started to give way. I let her legs go, and moved back as my cock slipped out of her.

She laid there for a few moments, with her legs apart. Some of my swimmers were starting to leak out. What a breath-taking site. She sat up, smiled at me, and then she went to the bathroom. As she walked to the bathroom, I thought 'what a vision of lovingness.' When she walked back out, just watching her made my cock grow hard again.

She walked up to me, got down on her knees. She pushed my legs open, and reached for my cock. She stroked it a few times, as it began to stiffen in her hand. She looked me straight in the eyes, lowered her head and sucked on my cock. She licked and sucks the head and tongued my opening. She then licked down the shaft to my sack. She gently sucked on one ball and then the other one, and then back up my shaft to the head. She tries to deep throat me, but gagged.

She stops and looks at me and said, "Sorry, it has been a while since I have given a blow job. I guess I am out of practice." 

She went back to sucking my cock till she had it rock hard. It didn't matter to me. I loved this beautiful blonde sucking on my cock.

After a few more minutes of sucking, she got up, positioned herself on my lap, and guides my cock into her vagina. She starts to ride my cock cowgirl style. She is pounding herself up and down on my cock so vigorously it made it hard for me to suck on her tits. Finally she slows down a bit. I licked and sucked on them, and then I softly began nibbling on her nipples. All of a sudden she howls loudly and collapses into my arms, as she begins to shake from another orgasm. 

As I held her tightly, I softly whispered into her ear, "Happy New Year."

Things went well for us. We were dating each other exclusively. At Easter time, I gave her a ring, and in June we were married. On our honeymoon we took a cruise, but I'll be damned if I saw any of the islands. I moved out of my apartment, and into her house. Within a couple of years we had David, and eighteen months later came Linda. We needed a bigger house. Her mom and dad agreed to sell their house and downsize. 

We traded houses with them, and paid them difference in the selling price. They had a nice four bedroom house, which was too big for just two people. Their house also had a big back yard perfect for the kids to play in. The trade worked out well for both of us. Their neighborhood was trending toward people with younger families, and all their old friends had sold their houses, and moved elsewhere. Our old neighborhood has mostly older people living there. That fit in well with her folks.

Chapter Four

'Ouch damn that hurt' I said to myself. I walked back to the ball return, rubbing my arm and shoulder. It felt like my arm was stabbed by a knife. I rubbed my arm, while I waited for my bowling ball to return. I grabbed my ball and did a couple of practice swings. I set myself and approached the foul line. Halfway through my downswing, I felt the stabbing pain in my arm and the ball shot into the gutter. The pain almost put me down on my knees. I walked back to the table where my teammates were sitting, rubbing my shoulder.

"AJ are you going to be able to bowl?" Nick asked.

I just shook my head in disgust, and sat down in my chair, pissed.

"What happened?" Ralph asked.

"I have no idea, just a sharp pain in my upper arm-shoulder area. There is no way that I can bowl tonight."

I talked with the guys for a few minutes and got my bowling bag. I put all my equipment away in the bag while I sat at the table with the guys. I was pissed, I just got a new bowling ball and really wanted to try it out, it was the Storm IQ Nano. It smells like apple cider. Storm puts different scents in all their bowling balls.

"I am going home to put some deep heat on my arm and take a couple of Aleve," I told the guys.

I walked out to my Expedition. I struggled to get my bowl bag into the back. It's hard to lift the three-ball bag up that high, with a sore arm. I settled into the driver seat and put on my favorite oldie's radio station. They were doing an hour tribute to Bob Seger. He was one of my favorites. The first song was Ramblin Gamblin Man and the second was 2+2 is on my mind. 2+2 is on my mind was a cult song back in the 60's. It was Seger's Anti-Vietnam song. He finished 2+2 is on my mind, and started to sing Heavy Music. I reminisced about what had happened in my life. I had a loving wife of ten years, three kids—two were mine, one I loved as mine. I had a nice home and vehicle, and a good paying job. My wife had a good job, and was a good mother to the children. Life had treated me pretty well. I only lived about ten minutes from the bowling lanes. As I turned on my street, Seger started to sing Ivory.

Normally on bowling nights I never got home before 10:00 p.m., but that night the clock on my Expedition said 8:05 p.m. I noticed a car parked on the street in front of our house. I didn't pay much attention to it as I pulled into the driveway. I exited the vehicle, and opened the backdoor. I was humming the song Ivory to myself as I entered the house. It was awfully quiet in the house and odd that I didn't hear the kids making noise. I knew they would be up because there was no school the next day for a teacher in-service day, whatever the hell that is. "Hmm, maybe she went some place with the kids.  I never did check to see if her car was in the garage", I thought.


Ivory Kisses



She saw him whilst reading in the bookstore. 

Selena had been sitting in the comfy overstuffed chair for the past hour, lost in the words of Bram Stoker, occasionally sipping her now long-cold tea. Lemon and honey. She had been deep into the story, when she felt that telltale frission of awareness, telling her that she was being watched. This was odd in and of itself because normally it would take "World War III", as her sister laughingly said, to distract her whilst she was deep in an interesting story.

She glanced over her book and there he was. She looked back down at the words, then up through her eyelashes, so that she could examine him without his notice. He was still staring--not a rude stare--just a pensive, albeit smouldering, gaze. She felt a blush being slowly drawn out of her. 

He was a beautiful man, just the type that she had always dreamed about, but to whom she had always been too shy to talk. Even leaning against a bookshelf, she could tell that he was tall, probably about 6'1", she surmised. His hair, a thick, wavy, gleaming ebony, reached down past the collar of his black silk shirt. His skin was pale, with a pearlescent luminescence. Ebony and ivory. He had thick, black eyebrows that arched like quizzical wings, a proud, poetic nose, and high prominent cheekbones. His mouth was a deep red, with a full, sensuous bottom lip that promised gentle kisses, but it was his eyes that mesmerized her. Even from this distance, she could tell that they were a rich, clear grass green. His mouth slowly curled up into a provocative smile, making her realize that he knew that she too, had been staring. She blushed an even deeper crimson. 

She became flustered, knocking over the dregs of her tea as she reached for it. Standing up quickly, she put down her head to let her long, curly, blood-red hair cover her flaming face. Through the screen of hair, she saw him straighten and mentally gasped. 6'1"? Try 6'5". She backed up, bumping into the armchair. He didn't stir, but stood there following her with his eyes. She decided to take the only logical avenue of action. She grabbed her purse, and went home.

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He watched with lazy amusement as she hastily retreated from the room. Looking down, he noticed that she had left something behind. Walking over with feline grace, he flipped it into his hand. A slow smile melted its way across his features. Her wallet. He opened it. Selena Outlaw. Anyone looking at him now would have decided to make it an early night. After all, one would have to be awfully tired to imagine a man whose smile... Something else caught his eye--ah, yes, the book that she had been reading. He left it there; his sharp eyes had already picked up the title whilst he was across the room. Dracula. Pocketing her wallet, he sauntered out of the bookstore, into the crisp autumn night.

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Once home, Selena made a beeline for the bathroom. She needed a long, hot bath to wash away all thoughts of the mysterious, handsome man. She cut on the water and poured in the jasmine scented bubble-bath. Sitting on the side of the tub, she braided her hip-length hair, and then wound it into a messy bun. Her tabby cat, Artemis wound herself between her ankles. Picking her up, Selene went to the kitchen to pour her some goat's milk, and then crouched down to stroke her soft, furry back. Artemis purred her feline pleasure. Laughing, Selena wandered into the living room to choose some soft, soothing music. 'Let's see, Shankar, Liszt, Barber, Tchaikovsky, and...'--she ran her finger lightly over the titles—'Hm, well, why not?' she thought—'The Bram Stoker's Dracula soundtrack. As a matter of fact,'—here she grinned ruefully—'why not make it a night?' Biting her generous lower lip, she discarded some of her earlier choices and chose the Interview with the Vampire soundtrack, as well as the Queen of the Damned score, and placed them into rotation on her CD player.

As the first strains of music drifted through her flat, she wandered back into the bathroom, cut off the running water, took off her clothes, tossed them into the hamper, and climbed gratefully into the steaming, scented water. Sighing, she leaned back and let the water engulf her weary body. Her mind drifted off...and ran right into that infuriating man. The way that he had been looking at her with those delicious eyes...she shivered. Like he had wanted to consume her alive... She tried valiantly to turn her thoughts to more mundane matters, but soon admitted defeat. Taking the sponge and loofah, she proceeded to bathe herself, intent on the looming oblivion of sleep. 

Stepping out of the tub, she pulled the plug and absentmindedly watched the water run down the drain, her thoughts drawn to the man in the bookstore. He had been just so...tall. Selena had always loved tall men, the taller the better. And his hair...she sighed. She had always loved dark-haired men, as well. Her hands positively tingled with her desire to run her fingers through his luxurious raven mane. Not to mention his lovely eyes... Standing up, she went over to the mirror, looking deep into her own forest green eyes, whilst she brushed her teeth, wishing idly that it was his emerald ones into which she was gazing. Walking over to her bathroom closet, she took out her aloe lotion and began to rub it into her already soft skin. The comforting, familiar motion began to lull her into a softly sleepy state. 

She walked into her room and rummaged in her drawer for underthings and pajamas. Pushing aside her comfortable flannel, Selena reached for her scarlet silk pajama bottoms. Her hand stopped. She looked down at her choice and chuckled ruefully. 'Ah, well,' she thought, 'as long as I already have them in hand...' Donning a matching sleep bra, she moved over to her bed to draw back the curtains, and turn down the sheets. Artemis sauntered in, leapt upon the bed, curled up, and began to purr. As Selena started to walk away, she lifted her head, uttering a single, "Mew?". "I'll be to bed in a bit, love." Selena crooned. Striking a fireplace matchstick, she glided from candle to candle, lighting all of them, breathing deeply as the scents of lemon, jasmine, and various others began to waft throughout the room. 

"Move over!" she laughingly exclaimed to Artemis. Indignantly stretching, Artemis stood, arched her back, and sauntered over to the opposite pillow, plopping ungracefully down upon it with a look of feline defiance. Lying back against the soft, lavender scented pillows, Selena once again allowed her mind to wander...and wander it did, right back to the man in black. She sighed, relenting. She snuggled underneath the covers, the crisp breeze from her open window playing with the escaped curls of her hair. She began to drift off to sleep, with thoughts of his gorgeous red mouth... *************************************** 

A sharp knock on the door jarred her awake. She sat up, blinking sleepily at the clock--10:30--she had only been asleep for a half hour. Another rap at her door brought her fully to her senses. She pulled back the curtains and stumbled out of bed, yelling, "Just a minute!". Shuffling to the door, with Artemis at her feet as her self-appointed bodyguard, she muttered, "Who is it?" 

"You left your wallet," a delicious baritone voice with a strong English accent intoned. Instantly jarred awake, Selena leaned against the door, knowing--just knowing--exactly who it was. Looking through her keyhole, she discovered that her surmise was correct. 

"Oh," was all that she could think of to say. 

He held up her wallet to the peephole. "See?" he inquired.

"Just a minute!" she called.

Walking over to her armoire she withdrew a dagger and slipped it into the back of her pants. He may be Eros incarnate, she chuckled to herself, but she wasn't stupid enough to open the door completely unprepared--a dagger and her proficient experience in not a few martial arts should take care of most problems. She walked back to the door, took a deep, steadying breath, unlocked and opened it...and stared into a black expanse of silk-clad shoulder. Selena had always been proud of her 5'9", but compared to him, she was almost average. She looked up, and was immediately arrested by his eyes, just as vibrant as she remembered. Eyes like two soothing pools of green, so like her own and yet, despite their lighter colour, deeper, somehow, darker. The motion of her head caused her to catch a whiff of his scent. Clean laundry, some sort of shampoo, and....another breath...him. 'Wow,' she thought pensively, 'What are they putting in the laundry detergent these days?' "Hi," she managed.

"Hi." He gently smiled down at her. After a few beats he said "Your wallet?", and held it out to her.

"My wallet. Right." She stood back and leaned against the door, the movement prompting his eyes to slowly travel down her body. She blushed as she remembered that she had failed to put on a proper top. She straightened her back, embarrassment causing a full body flush, as she vainly sought to cover herself without seeming obvious about it. His eyes once again met hers, but there was no trace of disrespect, no leer. "Well?" she prompted.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" At this Artemis hissed and growled deep in her throat.

"Invite you...('How quaint.' she thought.) Right. Yes. Of course. Please, come in."

Smiling kindly, he swept in and she closed her eyes, breathing in his scent. Opening them quickly, lest he catch her, she closed the door. He handed her the wallet. Artemis ran at him, hissing, but was quickly scooped up by Selena, who walked over to her bedroom and tossed the cat gently on the bed, closing the door.

"Thank you," she softly murmured as she returned.

"You're welcome." He gave a small bow, eliciting a laugh from her. 

"Oh, by the way, my name is--"

"Selena."

"Oh, right. Wallet. So...what's yours?"

"I'm Adrian."

"Adrian. That's a lovely name. Can I get you anything? Are you thirsty?"

"As a matter of fact, I am," he admitted.

"You can sit. I'm afraid that all I have is juice, milk, and water. I don't drink wine." For some odd reason, this caused him to throw back his head, cover his mouth, and laugh. She peered at him quizzically.

"It's just that, I noticed that you had been reading Dracula in the bookstore and one of the most famous lines is, "I--"

"--don't drink...wine," they finished together, laughing. 

"Well, now that we've gotten that out of the way, what do you want to drink?" she inquired. "I have pomegranate juice, grape juice, cranberry juice..." her voice trailed. His eyes caressed her face, and quickly flickered down before he said, 

"Ice-water is fine, thank you."

"One ice-water, coming right up." She turned to leave, when he said, 

"What's that in your pants?"

"A hairbrush," she lied, not missing a beat. She made a detour to her bedroom and, as soon as she opened the door, Artemis ran out and disappeared somewhere into the flat. Shrugging, Selena went in and rummaged in her drawer for the matching top to her bottoms. She then went into the kitchen to procure the water and a glass of cran-grape juice for herself. Walking back into the living room, she handed him his water, which he gracefully stood to accept, once again looming over her. She sipped her juice, and then stopped, noticing that his eyes had fixed on her, with that same intensity that he had demonstrated in the bookstore, seemingly concentrating on her drink. "What is it?" she asked.

"Well, it's just--red hair, red mouth, red pajamas, red drink. Let me guess, your favourite colour?" 

"Elementary, my dear." She laughed. 

"It's your colour." 

"Well, thanks." Putting down her empty glass, she suddenly noticed that he hadn't had any of his water. Following her eyes to his glass, she asked, "You're no longer thirsty?"

"More than ever." 

'Of course," she thought, 'Water, who wants water? He was just being polite and here I am acting like--' but he was suddenly moving...leaning down until he was on her eye level. "So, is there anything else that I can get you to drink?"

"Actually, yes." His mouth was a thought away from hers. She slid her hand behind her to the dagger. "You."

Jumping away from him, she pulled out the dagger and took a defensive stance. He straightened and gave her an amused glance. She blinked and suddenly the dagger was gone and he was behind her, one arm around her waist, the other around her breasts in a tight embrace. She opened her mouth to take a breath, to fight, and he moved his arm from her breasts to place his hand gently over her mouth. She indignantly stood there, offended that he thought that she was cowardly enough to scream. "You just do not want to scream," he whispered in her ear. He lowered his hand. 

"Wasn't planning on it!" she snapped, head-butting him. 

He stumbled back, letting go off her as she ran for her weapon, her hair coming out of its bun and trailing behind her like a flag. Just as she was about to reach for it he was in front of her, between her and her dagger. Blast, he was quick. He didn't move, just stood there, as if he had all of the time in the world. Diving over the couch, she reached her armoire, heaved open the doors and pulled out her staff, swinging it around just in time to connect with some part of him that made a funny noise as down he went. Leaping back just in time, she kept herself from being thrown off balance by his scissoring legs. He leapt up, laughing and growling. 

She went on the defensive, holding the staff as he slowly circled her. He suddenly made a feint to the left that she anticipated, turning as he planned to catch her off guard on her other side. She pretended to fall for it, then turned and swung at him as he went for her. Her back was too him as she felt the full impact of the staff hit something. She knew that she had made contact, but there was no thump of him falling to the floor. She spun around, only to find that he had caught the end of her staff in his hand and was holding it lightly! The amount of force behind her blow should have shattered the bones of his arm all the way up to his elbow. He grabbed the staff, throwing it out of her reach. 

"You are quite strong," he conceded with a tilt of his head. He started towards her and she spun, hitting him in the middle with a kick that took him back several feet. He straightened, brushing off his stomach as if nothing had happened. "Very fast, as well, I see." He smiled and she saw that both his canines and lateral incisors had lengthened into points. Sharp and white. Suddenly he was behind her again, this time squeezing deliberately until she began to pant from the lack of air. He loosened his hold slightly and there was no sound other than her sharp, staccato breaths and the quiet strains of Eliot Goldenthal's "March Funabre" from the Interview soundtrack. 

'How appropriate,' she thought. 

"Adrian, please--" she began.

"Oh, no, no, no, no," he whispered seductively into her ear, rocking her slowly back and forth, inhaling the scent of her hair. "Don't beg. That comes later." He spun her around to face him, pressing her trembling body close to his and she saw that his pupils were vertical slits, like a cat's, his irises a pale silvery green, like moonlight on leaves. He gently brought her head to his shoulder and lazily began to unwind her braid. Still rocking back and forth he caressed her hair. Selena's heart pounded against his cold body. 

Taking the nape of her neck in one hand, he gently pulled her head to one side and lowered his mouth to her neck. She closed her eyes. Several beats passed and still he didn't move. Finally, he whispered, "You smell...absolutely lovely, but you know one thing that I'm not scenting? Fear. Now, why is that?" She didn't answer. He buried his face in her soft hair, inhaling deeply, his eyes slightly rolling back in his head. Selena just held her body as stiffly as she could. Holding her against him, he began to sensuously laugh. "Ohhh. I see, then. You are afraid, just not for your life, but for something else...what is it?" 

Suddenly he thrust her at arms length, looking admiringly down over her body, then into her eyes. He narrowed his own, as understanding dawned over his face. "You're a virgin!" He smiled. "And you're afraid that I will...relieve you of that particular malady." His sarcasm made her flinch. He brought her slowly back to him. "Relax. I'm not going to rape you," he said in a singsong tone. She allowed her body to loosen slightly. He went on, "No, that would be entirely too kind," she stiffened once more, "letting you play the martyr." He laughed out loud. "I wish that you could have seen the look on your face. False hope," he sighed. "I love it. No, my dear," he crouched down, looking into her eyes on her level and lifted an eyebrow, "I promise you that you are going to enjoy this. There, there, dying's not so bad. I've done it once, myself," he drawled.

With that he swept her up into his arms and began to take her into her bedroom. Artemis shot out and stood in his way, legs planted, her back arched, every fur on end, hissing loudly. Growling, he bared his teeth at her. 

"Wait!" Selena called out, "Do not hurt her!" He chuckled. 

"At an obvious disadvantage and still giving orders. I like you. Fine." Bending down, he scooped the scratching, biting Artemis up with one hand, tossed her gently out the window onto the fire escape and deftly closed it, with Selena still in his arms. She had planned on trying to escape, but he really was quite fast...

Adrian set her gently down on the foot of her bed, crouched over her, one arm on either side of her, and looked into her eyes. His own had returned to their normal grassy green, the pupils reassuringly round. He leaned over her, bringing his face closer and closer to hers, causing her to crawl backwards towards the head of her bed to try to get away. He crawled after her, like a cat, until her back bumped the pillows. Bracing himself with one arm against the wall, he took her chin with the other and lowered his mouth to hers. Selena closed her eyes, determined not to react. 

He nibbled the sides of her mouth and then gently kissed her. His lips were soft and he didn't apply any pressure, just kissed her tenderly as if he could spend the rest of her life kissing her. A sharp bolt of electricity ran from her mouth down to her stomach, causing her breath to quicken involuntarily. As soon as she opened her mouth to gasp, he used his lips to suckle her bottom lip. Moving his hand from her chin to the nape of her neck, he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue slowly into her mouth, drawing hers out, tickling it with his own. She pulled away her mouth to try to breathe. Adrian moved to her ear and breathed into it, eliciting an involuntary shiver from her. When he snaked out his tongue and traced the seashell curve of her ear with it, then dipped it inside, she bit her lip as a wave of sensation rose over her. He moved his head lower, placing his mouth over her neck. She tensed, waiting for the bite. He opened his mouth and something powerful brushed her throat--it didn't hurt--but shards of light exploded behind her lids and a tremor ripped through her body, making her feel weak and feverish. Selena gave up. If it was going to happen anyway, why not enjoy it?

She ran her hands through his hair, bringing his mouth to hers and kissed him with all of the passion built up in her from years of yearning. Her flavour and scent sent all the blood his body had to spare right to his cock, which was throbbing so hard that it hurt. He moved back slightly and then began kissing down her throat, to the top button of her shirt. He moved one leg so that his thigh was between hers and deftly undid the buttons, kissing her heated skin after each came free. When he reached her navel, he ran his tongue around the small silver barbells that resided there, causing Selena to arch slightly. Moving to one side, he undid the string holding up her pants and, looking into her eyes, drew them off with a gentle tug. Climbing back to his original position, he undid the clasps on the front of her bra, cupping her breasts as they emerged from the carmine fabric. He ran his thumbs over the dusky rose tips, huskily whispering, "Is this how you like it?" An involuntary gasp was ripped from Selena's throat and she arched her back, driving her breasts into his palms. She felt his cock pulse against her thigh. Sitting up, Selena tried to undo the buttons of his shirt, with little success. Adrian ran his hands over her breasts, whilst biting her earlobe, and she ripped his shirt with a small cry of surprise. Pulling his shirt over his shoulders, Selena accidently brought her breasts to his lightly furred chest. She had always hated chest hair, but he had just enough to create a friction that made her close her eyes and squeeze her thighs around his. He closed his eyes in silent appreciation when he felt her hot sex open like a flower on his leg. 




Ivory Kisses



Running her hands over his chest, she was surprised to feel the chill of metal running through his nipples. Nipple rings. "Pain for pleasure..." he whispered against her mouth. The cold of the metal combined with the rasp of his hair against her sensitive nipples caused Selena to rake her fingernails down his back, making him growl and rub his thigh between her legs in retaliation. He kissed her deeply, leaving her in a daze as he backed away and quickly finished undressing himself. Taking her into his arms again, he slowly licked and nibbled down her neck and chest until he got to the tip of her right breast. He bit her breast, whilst Selena writhed in pleasure under him, squeezing her thighs around his. Suckling softly, he let her nipple fall from his mouth, only to suck it back into the wet warmth. Moving to her left breast, he repeated his delicious ministrations, all the while stroking his hands softly over her waist and thighs, whilst she weakly ran hers through his thick, glossy hair. 

She felt his erect cock brush against her leg, and stiffened. Looking down, she emitted a small gasp and closed her eyes. He had to be at least 8"! Correctly guessing the cause of her sudden alarm, he chuckled, "Nine, to be precise." Selena shook her head in mute alarm. "I promise that I won't hurt you," he whispered to her. Selena turned away her head and just lay there. She kept her eyes tightly shut, afraid of what else she might see. 

Looking down at her, he seemed to come to a decision. He deftly, but gently, tied her arms to the head-posts with some of their discarded clothing. She struggled ineffectually against her bonds until he lightly cupped her swollen sex in one hand, slowly stroked it until she squirmed and he said, "Relax--this is merely to ensure that I do all of the work." Moving between her legs, he placed a pillow under her pelvis, pulled down her white cotton bikini briefs and discarded them. Making himself comfortable between them, he proceeded to tenderly open her legs.

"What are you doing?" she quavered.

Adrian bit her on the sensitive hollow just above her hipbones, eliciting a deep appreciate purr from her. He kissed and licked her thighs from side to side, breathing warm, moist air over them and her untouched sex. Selena shivered as she felt his soft hair tickle her sensitive inner thighs. After a few moments, she started to become rather uncomfortable having a man's head between her legs and tried to pull away, but he pulled her hips back to him and nuzzled her for a while, until she calmed down again. He began to lick her with long, slow, hungry strokes. Adrian soon found that a wide, flat tongue sliding over her lips, from Selena's tight, wet sex to just below her clitoris was rewarded with her halting sighs. Not wanting to neglect the silken soft crescent under her lips, between her opening and clit, he lavished slow, delicious, lingering strokes that almost included her swollen pearl itself...but not quite. He then teasingly gave it, and the smooth lips around it, soft little kisses from his parted lips. Moving back a pet, he slid his tongue up her inner lips then moved it to first one side, then the other, just in the vicinity of her little jewel. Slipping upward beside it, up over her hood, he paused, and then slipped down the opposite side. Selena's restless squirms and undulations drove him to bite her precious hood and the prize inside with his lips, whilst sucking her into his burning mouth.

Sensing her excitement, Adrian drew back to allow her to calm down, nuzzling her thighs once more. Leaning forward, he breathed on her swollen, wet vulva, drawing a deep breath to savour her aroma and then exhaling it onto and into the soft peach fuzz on top of her pubic bone. Then he began to kiss her. He kissed her slowly and softly, over, and over. She began to swell even more and lifted her hips to meet the next kiss...and the next...and the next...and the one after that... 

Moving to her swollen pearl, he placed his tongue over it, whilst moving his head in small circles. As her breathing became ragged once more, he closed his lips and sucked her into his mouth. Adrian pursed his lips around her throbbing clitoris and ran his tongue over it, back and forth, first slowly, then flickering with heightened speed, only to slow down once more. Moving down, he moaned against her lips, sucked them into his mouth, and slowly rolling his tongue just inside of her, giving her a light French kiss. When he moved back to her pulsating pearl and moaned whilst gently lapping against the top of it, the vibrations from his baritone voice finally threw her over the edge. Selena felt it begin as a tingle in her extremities that quickly flowed into a sudden burst of pleasure as her orgasm washed over her in waves. Her body arched uncontrollably against his head and a sudden moan was pulled from her, her soprano voice mysteriously manifesting itself in husky alto tones.

Adrian untied a now pliant Selena, kissing and nibbling her wrists where the bonds had been. Kissing her closed eyelids, he whispered, "Wake up, wake up. We're not finished yet..." Moaning softly against his mouth, Selena wrapped her arms around his neck and brought her face to his. Her sleepy pleasure turned into passion, as his long, slender fingers found the still swollen pearl that his mouth had so recently vacated and begin to pay their own homage. Moving his mouth against hers, he slid two fingers into her, just as his tongue slipped past her yielding lips. His hands stroked her soaked slit and just inside of her burning sex as his tongue slipped over hers and dipped into her heated mouth.

He began to softly tease her g-spot, whilst running his thumb in a circular motion around her hard little clit. When he dipped his head to her neck to nibble and suck on the pulse at the base of her throat, she climaxed once more, driving her clenching sex into his hand with her arching, her thighs clamping around his wrist. Adrian lay quietly against her breasts, fighting for control, as her body slowly began to relax once more. He pulled slightly away from her, trying to ignore the almost painful throbbing of his hard cock, the memory of just how tight she was against his two fingers and how her teeth had sunk into her plump bottom lip as she came. He looked at her--at her golden skin flushed to a rosy hue, at her swollen red mouth, at her full, rounded breasts with their small, sensitive tips, at her thighs pressed closely together, and at the intersection between them, with its soft, wet hair glistening temptingly. This little visual odyssey was doing nothing to alleviate his raging hard-on. Selena finally opened her eyes, and looked at him, smiling slowly, her eyes raking over his body. He bent his head to her just in time to notice a blush suffusing her already rosy cheeks. 

Selena put her hand on the nape of his neck and drew him close to her for a surprisingly passionate kiss. Running her other hand down his body, she toyed with his rings, pulling and twisting them just enough to make him moan against her mouth. Her hand drifted lazily lower, as she ran her nails lightly over his happy trail, causing him to cry out his surprise into her mouth, whilst she nipped at his lower lip and sucked his tongue hard into her mouth. He knew that he was going to have to move back soon, or lose his precious control, when she broke off the kiss. She looked into his eyes and he felt a hot, delicate hand slip around the base of his pulsating cock. He went perfectly still. Selena squeezed and ran her hand up the length of his manhood to the head, causing Adrian to involuntarily buck and shoot a few spurts of cum into her hand. He moved away from her and her maddeningly exploratory little hand, and closed his eyes. 

After a stabilizing moment, he looked back at her. Selena slowly opened her legs to him. He crawled over her, until he was between her soft, strong thighs. He could feel the moist heat of her against his swollen erection. He moved his hips slowly, letting the head of his cock tease her heated, wet sex. Her body undulated under his, making him feel the scorching blushes under her skin. Slowly, he began to enter her.

He hadn't gotten more than two inches in when he felt the barrier of her virginity. He paused. Guessing the cause of his delay, Selena arched to meet him. "Wait," he growled. Selena wrapped her arms around him and rubbed her breasts tantalizingly over the front of his chest. "Don't. Move," he ground. With a wicked chuckle, Selena pulled his head down to hers and suckled his earlobe, then moved down to his neck and bit. Growling, he quickly thrust past the offensive barrier. Selena stiffened as a sudden white-hot pain pierced her. As suddenly as it had come, it was gone and Adrian's big, thick prick was impaling her. She wrapped her long legs around his hips and roughly sucked on the bite that she had inflicted. Adrian wrapped his arms around her back, pulled her closer and drew her nipple into his mouth. After he had her moaning and writhing, he drove his cock home to the hilt, deep into her tight opening. Adrian couldn't believe how tight she was. He gave her a few gentle thrusts; nipping at her nipples, he continued to plow his hard cock in and out of her virginal sex. Selena's body jumped and quivered as she let out loud gasps. That huge cock pistoning into her felt so like it was stroking every inner inch of her body... 

Before long, Selena was moving in conjunction with Adrian, arching her sex to meet each of his thrusts as her breathing became shorter and more ragged. She felt his lips against her ear. She felt his breath, hot and wet as he moaned to her, "You're sooo tight." His hot tongue found her neck--his hands, kneading her waist and moving down. He worked in slowly, groaning with pleasure. "Mmm...I can tell that you like it. Tell me how much you like it." 

Selena's voice was soft and breathy, "I love it..."

"That's it, lover. I knew you wanted it the first time I saw you..." Adrian held onto her waist, and pushed into her deeper, and harder. He grunted, reaming Selena's sex hard and fast, until she let out a cry. "That's it." He slammed into her deeply, forcing her an inch or two up the mattress. She groaned. He slowed down to kiss her deeply. "You're so young. So young and sooo tight." Then the words turned into sounds... 

"That's right, make that tight little...arrrggghh" he panted, "...grab my big cock, lover..." Adrian was burying the length of his shaft and grunting with each and every thrust now. "Yes, you tight little wet, ohhh...yes, you like my cock deep, ugh, inside, mmfh, your tight little sex, don't you? " He pumped his cock hard into Selena. "Oh, yes, you have the tightest ummm...I have felt... " His breathing quickened and became a little labored. She finally heard him start to groan and grunt. She began moaning incoherently as Adrian pumped his hips furiously, ramming his cock inside of her. 

As they built up momentum, Selena felt the cock inside of her swell and she knew it was only a matter of time before Adrian came. He actually had been constantly on the verge of cumming since he had first sunken his cock into her tight sex. How much longer he could hold, he didn't know, only that release was imminent. "Oh yes..." Adrian moaned. His nuts tightened and he knew he was going to fill up his little Selena. She could feel his balls tighten as he was about to cum. She clenched down deep inside, squeezing his cock. That spurred on Adrian and he rammed three or four more times inside Selena's sex before grabbing her hips and releasing what felt like a gallon of cum to flood her tight opening. As he came he bit into her shoulder, slamming into her, shooting her already drenched sex full of cum. He moaned, "Yes, take it lover, take all my cum inside of you..." Her body spasmed. She shook as the orgasm tore through her. Selena rode Adrian, his cock pumping her cunt as they both climaxed... 

"And now, for the ivory kiss..." Adrian whispered. He leaned down to her neck and felt her body stiffen. He backed away in surprise and pain. Looking down, he saw the stake protruding from his chest. He looked at Selena, toppled over and was a pile of dust before he ever hit the bed. Selena stretched, sauntered over to the window and let Artemis back into the flat. "I really do wish that they would clean up after themselves," she thought ruefully. Climbing back under the covers, she winced as she felt the tingle inside telling her that her hymen was beginning to heal. By tomorrow morning, she would be completely healed. In all her centuries of Hunting, she had yet to meet a vampire who could resist the allure of a virgin. She supposed that the Powers that Be knew what they were doing when they created the Hunters. Tonight had been especially fun. "Tomorrow," she decided sleepily, "tomorrow, I'm going back to being the Hunter, instead of playing the prey. This catch-me-if-you-can act is beginning to bore." She yawned. "Maybe that delicious brunette...she'll be a nice challenge..." Artemis curled up at Selena's waist and watched her mistress drift off to sleep... 



Ivory Recruits a Black Bull



"We can't tolerate another season like that!"

"Unacceptable!"

"It's an embarrassment!"

"We've got nothing on the inside!"

"Something just has got to get done!"

The ten old white men continued to yell at each other across the large oak table. The boosters of the Brockton Baccalaureate College football program were always passionate when discussing their team. All captains of business and leaders in their communities, they each felt obligated to share their solutions for the debacle of the previous season. A 10-2 season would not stand at good ol' BBC. The boosters had become accustomed over the last few years to dominating athletics, even though the school had been poor athletically when they were students, and they did not want to revert back to their old ways. Surrounded by BBC banners and paraphernalia, they continued bickering until the tall, silver haired man at the head of the table stood up. 

"Gentlemen, calm down. I know we've become accustomed to winning these last few years, and we will be on top soon enough." The silver haired man spoke confidently, and the other men at the table cheered.

"Last year wasn't really that bad, particularly considering our best players were all sophomores." Another man, short and bald, spoke up. He was jeered by his fellow boosters. The silver haired man put up his hand and they quieted down once again.

"While that is true, it is still not acceptable. We want more at Brockton Baccalaureate College! We want the best. Fortunately gentlemen, I have a plan. In two days we will have the best high school player in the country signed up to play for the Black Bulls." The final statement was met with equal parts celebration and confusion.

"How? We haven't put any more money into the program and especially in..." A thick, mustached man spoke up quickly before being interrupted by another booster.

"You can't just make guarantees like that!" The oldest booster, nearly 90 years old, spoke up. The silver haired man did not seem rattled.

"Indeed I can, gentlemen. We will have our prospect in two days, or you may have my resignation." He spoke assuredly, even as the men clearly doubted him. 

"What are we going to do? Buy off another nigger with a new car or something?" An obese man hollered, his face now red and bulging.

"We'll just get a suspension for that... they're watching him like a damn hawk, looking for any kind of violation." Another man, roughly 60 years old and looking like a long time military man, spoke up. 

The silver haired man spoke again before they could protest and argue further.

"I'm sending the head of recruitment." The silver haired man was satisfied that his case was made, and sat down.

The room grew quiet as smiles spread across each puffy, wrinkled face at the table. The recruitment department at BBC had been highly successful over the previous two years, frequently securing the kind of players who would never before have given the school any thought. The head of recruitment was the person most responsible for their recent successes, and they were all aware of this fact. Only the silver haired man knew the identity of the head of recruitment, but the boosters all had complete confidence in the abilities of the mystery person. Finally content, they began excitedly planning their celebrations for the next season.

***************

"Yes sir, I'll leave right away! It's absolutely my pleasure." Ivory Love-Blackwell responded sweetly. She smiled brilliantly as she ended her telephone call. Ivory had been the head of recruitment at BBC for the past two years, and she loved everything about her job. She had been told that she was to recruit the number one high school football prospect as soon as possible, and she took her assignment very seriously. Checking her phone, Ivory saw that her first class plane ticket was already purchased. As the plane was leaving that night, Ivory knew that she had to pack and prepare quickly. Even with all the pressure and tight deadlines, I still love doing whatever I can for BBC, Ivory thought happily as she packed for her trip.

Ivory sifted through her bedroom looking for just the right outfits. Ivory's room was decorated predominantly in black and white, the official colours of BBC. She made sure to include her favourite colour, pink, in order to add some variety as well. Adorning the walls were pictures of Ivory and her recruits, typically smiling and posing together at one of the many press conferences the school put on. Ivory's closet was very well organized, with a long row of blouses hanging over corresponding black skirts. Ivory decided that a white blouse and skirt would be most appropriate for meeting with the prospect, and packed them into her small suitcase. After picking out an outfit for the plane, Ivory moved to the mirror. Dropping her robe to the floor, Ivory assessed her appearance as she dressed. Ivory felt the smoothness of her slender legs as she pulled her black thong along her body. Always organized, Ivory kept her lower body hairless through bi-weekly waxing. Thongs were a staple of Ivory's wardrobe, which would have shocked most of those who knew the quiet, sweet girl well. The thongs were necessitated by the size of Ivory's ass. Big, round and firm, it hung out proudly behind her, causing regular underwear to create blatant panty lines. Ivory then slipped on one of her black pencil skirts, which ended just two inches above her knees. Ivory turned around to see how the skirt looked from behind. Just like all the others, it clung to her posterior and bulged out from the rest of her thin body. Ivory picked up one of her white, frilly brassieres. Being a slim girl with natural E cup breasts, Ivory often struggled to find materials which could support her adequately. Hooking the brassiere in back, she noticed that the silky fabric almost blended in perfectly with her soft white skin. At 24 years old, Ivory still had perfectly unblemished skin and her large breasts had not yet begun to sag. A pink blouse completed the look. Hugging Ivory's slim waist and clinging even more tightly to her abundant breasts, she looked completely professional while still showing her ample curves. She stepped into her shiny black heels, pushing her height from 5'6 to 5'9.

Content with her outfit, Ivory decided to put her long blonde hair into her trademark bun. The tight blonde bun sat perfectly on top of Ivory's head, not a strand of hair out of place. Makeup was not necessary for Ivory, as her flawless skin, soft pink lips and long eyelashes were the envy of all women she crossed paths with. Ivory then picked up her glasses, rectangular lenses with rounded edges and pitch black frames, and placed them on the end of her thin, pointed nose. Although she had decent vision, Ivory insisted on wearing them. They had the effect of slightly magnifying her already large blue eyes, and she appreciated the studious effect they had on her appearance. Ivory smiled approvingly at herself before walking away from the mirror. Her packing and prepping finalized, Ivory exited her bedroom and headed for the airport.

Ivory felt her excitement grow as she approached the airport. She loved recruitment season more than any other portion of her work year. Even after all these recruitment trips I still get butterflies in my stomach, Ivory marveled to herself. The pressure to get the best recruits in the country was immense, but Ivory was always confident in her abilities. Her past successes only further bolstered her confidence. 

Ivory was happy to board the plane and really begin her recruitment trip. As she stretched to place her carryon above her, Ivory noticed a man checking her out. This was not an uncommon occurrence, as many men found their eyes wandering to Ivory's round ass when she did any sort of bending. Unfazed by the attention, Ivory took her seat after having secured her bag above her. Now settled, she took out her laptop and began researching the new recruit.

Name: Demetrius Moorecock

Age: 18

Hometown: New Shafton

Position: Middle Linebacker

Recruit Rating: *****

Height: 6'2

Weight: 230

Games Played: 12

Tackles: 125

Sacks: 15

Interceptions: 5

Suitably impressed with the stats, Ivory began watching video highlights of Demetrius. Highlight after highlight showed him crushing all players who dared attempt to cross him on the field. He's big, strong and fast, Ivory thought to herself. A perfect BBC recruit! As she watched more videos, Ivory noticed the man who had checked her out move to a seat next to her own. After several seconds of staring, he finally spoke up to draw her attention.

"So, looks like it's just the two of us up here in first class." The man said with a smirk. 

"It does." Ivory responded quickly, not wanting to be distracted from her work. 

"Not a lot of people heading south in the middle of the night I guess." He continued, hopeful for a longer response.

"Mmmhmmm." Ivory responded, her widened eyes still fixed on the screen. 

"Charlton Vanderbilt, by the way. Heading down south for a little R&R." The man confidently extended his hand.

Jeeze he can't take a hint, Ivory though t herself. She begrudgingly tore her eyes away from the screen as Demetrius annihilated yet another white quarterback. Charlton Vanderbilt was likely in his mid 30s, and to most women would have appeared quite handsome. He had a full tan, uncommon for most people from the north like Ivory, and carefully manicured hair. He wore a well tailored suit, and Ivory could see an extremely expensive watch poking out from under one sleeve. As far as Ivory was concerned, he did not compare favourably to what had been on her computer screen moments before.

"Ivory Love-Blackwell. I'm heading south for business purposes, thank you very much." Ivory smiled widely as she extended her hand. Her toothy smile had melted countless men over the years, and Charlton Vanderbilt would prove to be no exception. He feebly grabbed her hand and gave it a light shake. 

"Well it's nice to meet you Ms. Love-Blackwell. It is Ms. Love Blackwell?" Charlton was somewhat daunted by Ivory's beauty, but years as a rich playboy had left him brimming with confidence.

"Yes it is. I'm not married Mr. Vanderbilt. My main passion is my job. You could say that I'm married to my work in fact." Ivory continued as her eyes wandered back to the screen.

"It's so refreshing to see such a beautiful woman who is also driven. What exactly do you do, Ivory?" He asked.

"I am head of recruitment for Brockton Baccalaureate College. I am actually on a recruitment trip at the moment, and attempting to do some last minute research." Ivory was hopeful that she would be left alone, but past experiences indicated that Charlton would persist further.

"That's great. Brockton Baccalaureate College? Those guys have really become something over the last few years. You must be really good at your job." Charlton hoped to impress the gorgeous woman next to him by complimenting her on something other than her beauty.

"Mmmhmmm." Ivory responded, paying far more attention to the screen than the man next to her.

"I never went to university myself. I just threw myself into the real world right away. Now I'm junior vice-president at Vanderbilt Industries. You may have heard of us." Charlton shot his biggest smile as he spoke, but Ivory did not look up.

"I'm glad you are having success in your daddy's company." She responded. The shot surprised Charlton, but he knew that he had to continue.

"Ahh... thanks. I'm heading south now to check on my new yacht. Shame we have to stop for the connecting flight in near that hick town though. I really can't wait to see the my new yacht. I'm told it's one of the biggest in the world. I think I'll call it Leviathan." Charlton paused for a moment to let his news sink in. He saw a smile spread across Ivory's face before she broke out into a giggle.

"Impressed? Maybe we can exchange information, and I'll have my people get in touch with you. You can come down see the boat, maybe I can send a little money to Brockton Baccalaureate College or something." Charlton winked as he finished speaking. 

Ivory finally looked up again from her computer screen. After closing the laptop, she grabbed Charlton's hand with her own and began softly rubbing it. Her tremendous beauty and soft hands had the desired effect, as moments later she could see the front of his pants rise just slightly from the erection she had given him. She fixed Charlton with a strong gaze from her gorgeous blue eyes before finally addressing him.

"Listen, Mr. Vanderbilt. I am not interested. You are not my type. I like men who can impress women on their own. A real man doesn't need to buy big things to impress a woman, he has big things of his own. Clearly, Mr. Vanderbilt, you are not much of a man." Ivory motioned to the small bulge in Charlton's pants before smiling sweetly at him once again and going back to her work.

Feeling completely shocked and humiliated, Charlton Vanderbilt stumbled back to his original seat. When will they learn, Ivory Love-Blackwell wondered to herself as she resumed watching video highlights of Demetrius Moorecock. Women are interested in men, not rich little boys.

Ivory spent the remainder of her flight researching Demetrius. He had scholarship offers from all of the main university football powerhouses, and had visited several campuses. Demetrius' uncle, who was heavily involved in his recruitment, had already announced that his nephew would be making his decision in the next 24 hours. There would meetings with university representatives at the Extravaganza Hotel, though due to amateur athletic regulations, no agent or relatives could be present for the meetings. Ivory was pleased with how things were looking. I just need to get an invitation to meet with that young man, she thought to herself. I love a challenge though... and I can't wait to show what our school has to offer. Ivory smiled for the remainder of the flight.

The plane landed in the early morning hours, and Ivory was eager to begin the actual recruitment process. First off the plane, she was followed by the slinking Charlton Vanderbilt. Ivory turned even the most travel weary heads as she walked through the airport, but she paid her admirers no attention. There was business to attend to.

The university had ordered a car to wait at the airport for their head recruiter. Ivory entered the car and was informed by the driver, an old man named Norman, that he already knew her destination. Ivory settled in to the back seat and began thinking of her pitch. Demetrius' uncle, Clarence Moorecock, had taken care of his nephew for the past ten years. They lived together during that time and Clarence had trained his nephew exclusively for football excellence. Clarence was deeply involved in Demetrius' recruitment, to the point that all recruitment officials had to go through him. This had delayed the recruitment process substantially, meaning that unlike most recruits Demetrius was waiting almost until the end of the academic year before declaring his intentions. The schools that met with Demetrius personally that day all had to go through Clarence. Not a problem, Ivory pleasantly thought to herself. I'll show him how well we take care of our athletes.

After 40 minutes of driving, Ivory felt her excitement building. They had just entered a low rent residential area, and she knew that she was near the Moorecock home. The houses in the area were all quite modest, all one story and squeezed onto tiny lots. Several were boarded up, and many more looked as though they should be. The grass in the front yards tended to be quite long, which matched the long grass springing out from the various cracks in the roads and driveways. Sketchy looking black youths stood on the corners, menacing those who walked by. Such wasted potential, Ivory thought wistfully as she stared out the window. She smiled as she saw little black children playing in the yards and on the street. Possibly some future BBC students, Ivory thought to herself optimistically. Just as she watched one of the black youths slap the ass of a pregnant white teen who walked by, she felt the car make a sharp turn into a driveway. Finally, she thought. Time to begin the process. 

The Moorecock home was similar to all of the other houses in the area. It was painted white, although a layer of dirt had built up on various parts of the exterior and in several places the paint had peeled. A broken washing machine and bicycle sat on the browned grass in front of the home. The name Moorecock was spelled out in black tiles above the mailbox, although the second 'o' had fallen off, and below that a mis-matched 6 and 9, one black and the other white, indicated the house numbed. Ivory stepped out of the car and took a deep breath, the smell of the ghetto filling her with anticipation. The Moorecock home was a long way from where Ivory had grown up, in a gated community in the north, but she had become very comfortable in ghettos over the past two years. 

Ivory turned her head and looked to the young black men standing on the corner. They were all looking at Ivory quietly, attempting to figure out what a woman like her would be doing in their neighbourhood. She looked at them and smiled as her purse fell from her hands. The contents of the purse scattered in a small perimeter around it. Barely bending her knees, Ivory slowly bent over to pick up her fallen items and place them back in her purse. The hooting and hollering began as Ivory carefully began placing items back in her purse. 

"FUCK LOOK AT DAT WHOOTY!!" A voice yelled in Ivory's direction, followed by various yells and whistles. Ivory smiled to herself as her cheeks blushed. She was certain that the young men had never seen something quite like her sexy, round ass crammed into a tight skirt and stuck out as she bent over. Especially not on a white woman. After collecting all of her items, Ivory took at extra moment to make sure that she had picked everything up. Finally satisfied, she stood up and began walking toward the door to the house, her hips swaying as with each step. Ivory looked at the driver, who at the time sported a mildly scared look on his face due to the hollering blacks on the corner. She paused to give him further instructions.

"Thank you for the drive. Please wait here while I conduct business with Mr. Moorecock. I don't believe it will take very long." Ivory spoke warmly to the old white man.

Ivory approached the door and knocked. I just love the interaction aspect of my job, Ivory said to herself. I just hope Mr. Moorecock is open to allowing me to meet with his nephew. A smile spread across Ivory's beautiful face. If he isn't open to that idea... I do love a good challenge.

Clarence Moorecock wore a surprised look on his rough face as he opened the door. Wearing his boxers, slippers and a stained white undershirt, there was no doubt that Clarence was not expecting visitors. Still, he could make time for the gorgeous woman gracing his doorway. Clarence took a moment to look up and down the visitor, who somehow managed to look completely prim and proper while still almost bursting her seams with soft curves. Probably some bimbo reporter looking to interview Demetrius, he thought to himself amusedly. I'll give her the big scoop if she really wants it.

"Hello Mr. Moorecock, I am Ivory Love-Blackwell. I'm here as the official head of recruitment for Brockton Baccalaureate College. We're very interested in Demetrius, and if it's ok I would just love to come in and have a little chat." Ivory smiled brilliantly at the 55 year old black man and extended her hand. Ivory noted that Clarence looked older than his age, as what little hair remained on his head had already gone completely grey, as had the whiskers covering his face and neck. Ivory saw the dark black hand completely engulf her own as they shook hands. Clarence was a big man, towering over Ivory at 6'4. It was clear that he had once been quite powerfully built, but now lacked any kind of muscle definition and sported a large beer gut. I see where his nephew gets his size, Ivory thought to herself. I will need to see more though.




Ivory Recruits a Black Bull



"Yeah, well I'm Clarence and I'm afraid you're a bit late. Demetrius is having his final meeting with the schools today down at the Extravaganza Hotel. The BIG schools." Clarence spoke firmly as he shook Ivory's delicate hand. Every big football school had come calling for Demetrius, and this was the day that he would decide on his future for the next few years. Both Clarence and his nephew had dreamed of this day, and they were not going to mess it up. Demetrius would go to whatever school offered the best opportunity to get to the professional league. Clarence was confident that no recruiter, even one as breathtakingly beautiful as Ivory Love-Blackwell, was going to mess up the plan.

"This is definitely an exciting day! I'm still hoping that we can discuss Demetrius inside though. Is that acceptable?" Ivory sweetly asked as she raised her eyebrows and batted her eyelashes. Clarence turned to the side and Ivory slid past him and into the house, her round ass brushing against his crotch as she did so. She continued down the hall, her behind swaying as her heels clicked across the grubby hallway.

Damn she's fine, Clarence thought to himself as he watched Ivory walking away, her ample onion booty swaying from side to side with each step. Clarence shook his head and tried to get his cock to go back down, having been turned on by having Ivory rub across it, before he started following her toward the kitchen. He could not remember the last time a white woman had been in his home, before finally deciding that it had never happened. For black men from the south belonging to Clarence's generation, interaction with a white woman was always very limited. He had noticed over the previous few years that white girls had started hanging out with the gang bangers in his neighbourhood, and it left him with more than a tinge of jealousy. In my day the white bitches wouldn't even look at a black man if he was a star athlete, Clarence thought bitterly. Now they hang on these worthless gutter rats, always acting like they're gangsters or something. Clarence was filled with resentment as he entered the kitchen.

"Shall we have some tea, Mr. Moorecock?" Ivory asked as he entered the kitchen.

"I already started a pot of coffee. I think I got some tea bags in one of the cupboards though if you really want it badly." Clarence responded distractedly. Did she undo a button, Clarence wondered as he looked at Ivory's chest which now showcased more than a hint of her cleavage. 

"Oh I do want it badly." Ivory responded, punctuating her statement with a grin. She began rooting through the dusty cupboards for tea bags as Clarence sat at the small kitchen table. Ivory did what she could to ensure that he enjoyed the view. 

"So Mr. Moorecock, are you familiar with the success that BBC has enjoyed on the gridiron over the last few years?" Ivory asked as she continued her search.

"I saw them string together a few wins... no history though..." Clarence was distracted as he spoke. She's got to be sticking that ass out, he thought to himself as he watched Ivory. Clarence could not remember a bigger bubble butt, and the curve in Ivory's back as she reached into the cupboard only made it pop out even more.

"We are trending upward, Mr. Moorecock. This season we should be in the thick of the title race. Really, would you rather Demetrius go somewhere with an established history, or somewhere that he can make history?" Ivory asked as she finally found some teabags and moved toward the table while waiting for the water to boil.

"I just want him to go somewhere that gives him the best shot at going pro. That's what we've worked for all these years." Clarence responded as Ivory sat down across from him, back perfectly straight and legs crossed.

"Oh I understand that completely. I believe that Demetrius can achieve huge success at our school though, and of course I do not want your hard work to be wasted. You and your nephew must be extremely close." Ivory made sure to maintain eye contact and smile as she spoke. Clarence was having trouble maintaining eye contact, as his kept wandering down Ivory's neckline. 

"...What...um.. yeah we are. Lived together since he was 7, trained him myself. I've had more impact on that boy than any coach he's ever had! Came here all small and weak, barely ate a thing. Now he's strong as an ox!" Clarence spoke with pride as he discussed his nephew. Clarence and Demetrius both viewed his successes on the football field as a victory for both of them. 

"He certainly is big and strong now, just like his uncle. Demetrius definitely takes after your side of the family, Mr. Moorecock. Big, strong and handsome." Ivory watched Clarence as she spoke, and her words were definitely having an effect on him. His disposition toward her became increasingly positive the longer she was around, and he now wore a goofy looking grin on his face. Ivory noticed the bulging in Clarence's boxers, and knew that she was on the right track.

"Thank you Ms. Love-Blackwell..." Clarence could hardly believe what he was hearing. He had never been complimented by a white woman before. It is true though, he thought to himself. There was no doubt that Clarence and Demetrius looked alike, and Demetrius had no trouble attracting girls from school, including white girls. If only I was born 35 years later, Clarence thought with devilish delight. I might have even gotten someone like this fine piece across the table.

"Please call me Ivory. I can call you Clarence, right?" Ivory asked sweetly, biting her lip with faux nervousness as she spoke.

"Yes you can... Ivory." Clarence responded, feeling his bulge grow larger as he looked at Ivory's beautiful, innocent face. I can't let all 8 and a half inches get hard or I'll put a hole in my boxers, Clarence reminded himself.

"Well Clarence, I need to know what I can do to get you to put BBC on the list of schools meeting with Demetrius today." Ivory placed both elbows on the table and leaned forward as she spoke, and Clarence's eyes responded by checking out the inches of cleavage in front of him. Before he could respond, a whistle signaled that the water was boiling. Ivory got up from the dingy table and walked to the stove.

"You want some Clarence?" Ivory asked as she finished making her tea.

Fuckin right I do, Clarence thought as he once again leered at Ivory's ass. He did not respond out loud, and Ivory returned to the table, twirling a spoon in her tea as she sat down. 

"Are you going to join me?" Ivory asked as she motioned to the cup of coffee that Clarence had neglected since she came to the door. 

"Oh yeah I will." Clarence responded, having completely forgotten about his own cup. Ivory smiled warmly at him as she continued stirring her tea.

"Sorry that I don't have any other kinds of tea. I bet you're used to some fancy stuff like green tea." Clarence continued.

"No, this is great actually. I only take it black!" Ivory responded, giving Clarence a little wink before continuing.

"Now Clarence, what can I do to get on that list?" Ivory asked before bringing her spoon to her mouth. She began sucking the spoon into her mouth slowly, allowing it to slide in and out of her pink lips. She watched as Clarence just stared at the spoon. I'll do anything, Ivory thought to herself. She tried to convey that same message with her eyes.

"It's really late... the other schools would be pretty pissed about it..." Clarence spoke meekly. I can't fuck this up for Demetrius, Clarence told himself. No amount of flirting can change things, even if she is sexy as fuck. In order to distract himself, Clarence picked up his mug of coffee and took a drink. The cold coffee that touched his lips caused him to grimace.

"Oh look your coffee's gotten cold and it's my fault! Let me get you another cup." Ivory reached across the table and began to stand up. She grabbed Clarence's cup, but as just after she did it began to spill. The cold coffee spilled onto the table, and down onto the front of Clarence's boxers. Seemingly prepared for such an event, Ivory quickly pulled out a cloth from her purse.

"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry Clarence! Let me clean that up for you." Ivory wore a shocked expression on her face as she spoke, which was somewhat obscured by her free hand which had flown up to her face to cover her mouth. She quickly moved toward her purse and pulled out a white cloth with one hand, and her cell phone with the other. She placed the cell phone facing Clarence on the table. 

Clarence began to protest that it was not necessary, but Ivory was quickly on her knees crawling toward the old black man. Clarence found himself turning in his chair so that he faced away from the table, thus giving Ivory room to clean his boxers. 

"I'm such a klutz! I'll take care of this though." Ivory said as she knelt between Clarence's spread legs. With one hand Ivory began dabbing the cloth at the end of Clarence's boxers just around the middle of his thigh. She placed her other hand on his other leg, seemingly for balance. I see something else that just might need to be taken care of, Ivory thought to herself gleefully as she looked at the bulging crotch in front of her.

"You don't have to do this." Clarence said as Ivory went to work. As much as he enjoyed the thought of Ivory between his legs, he knew what would happen if she stayed down there for any amount of time. He was already embarrassed by the partial erection he was sporting, and he knew that if Ivory started dabbing any higher he would become rock hard. 

"I want to do it though, silly. At BBC we pride on taking care of the student body, especially our athletes." Ivory looked up at Clarence over her glasses as she spoke, but he was looking only at her hands. 

"We also take care of the families of our athletes. That's a HUGE part of my job actually." Ivory said with a smile. She began dabbing the crotch of Clarence's boxers and marveled as his cock grew inches in just a few moments. Now barely an inch from her face, Ivory could see that Clarence's massive cock was partially bent as his boxers obstructed it. Big, thick, and still growing, Ivory thought happily to herself. Looks like I'll have a lot to work with. 

Clarence could hardly believe his eyes. The sexiest woman he had ever seen, a white woman no less, was gently massaging his black, 55 year old cock with only a thin layer of fabric between them. His excitement quickly gave way to pain as his cock strained against his boxers. He looked into Ivory's amazing blue eyes, and they looked back at him excitedly. She smiled broadly and licked her lips. Clarence saw her soft hands move to the waist of his boxers, her white skin contrasting against the black skin of his stomach that poked out below his undershirt. 

"You're in pain! I'll have to fix that." Ivory said as she tugged on Clarence's boxers. His long, thick cock sprang eagerly from its former prison, almost hitting Ivory's glasses. Clarence's cock was a very dark shade of black, and contrasted strongly with the tangle of grey public hair behind it. Ivory wrapped both hands around the big black cock directly in front of her face, and was pleased to see that she couldn't even wrap each hand around it completely. She began lightly jerking Clarence's cock back and forth, causing his huge, low hanging balls to spring up and down in unison with her motion.

"What needs to happen to get me on that list?" Ivory asked, licking her lips as she stared only at the black cock bulging before her.

Unable to answer immediately, Clarence could scarcely believe the situation he was in. He had never married, and had not even been with a woman in years. He had spent the last 11 years focused on his nephew and his football career, with little time for women. Consequently his balls hung incredibly low, filled with load after load of unused semen. Those same big black balls began to tighten as Clarence watched Ivory go to work. The beautiful young blonde woman focused intensely on Clarence's cock, her big blue eyes staring hungrily at the huge black rod in front of her. Her pretty pink lips were parted as a half smile betrayed her level of excitement, Ivory's perfectly straight, white teeth gently bit down on her tongue. Clarence looked down at the small, soft white hands that were stroking him so masterfully. Ivory was rhythmically milking the old black cock, with one hand pulling and twisting on the shaft and the other doing the same thing just under the bulbous head. As tremendous as this act felt, Clarence knew that he wanted more. If she wants on that list she has to earn it, Clarence finally told himself. He brought his hand up to Ivory's tight blonde bun and grabbed it. Immediately she released Clarence's cock and placed both hands on his inner thighs. Ivory opened her mouth wide, and allowed the corners of her mouth to crinkle just slightly. Clarence finally pulled her eager mouth toward his cock, and Ivory quickly devoured all of the black monster cock.

Clarence waited for Ivory to start gagging, but the noise never came. Instead he heard a purr of delight that caused his dick to tingle with vibrations. Clarence felt Ivory's nose and glasses pressing through his ample grey pubic hair and into the bottom of his bulging stomach, and could barely hide his amazement. He never imagined a woman, better yet one who appeared as prim and proper as Ivory Love-Blackwell, could devour a thick 8.5 inch cock with such ease. Clarence ceased thinking altogether as he felt Ivory press her expert tongue past the black cock meat in her mouth and throat and into the top of his scrotum, each gentle caress sending a jolt of pleasure through his body. Clarence loudly moaned his approval.

Those big black balls must be so sensitive, Ivory thought as she heard Clarence vocalize his pleasure. It should be a crime to leave a beautiful black sack so full. Ivory took a deep breath as she continued massaging Clarence with her tongue. The musky smell would have turned off many women, but Ivory found it to be highly exhilarating. The thought of finally bringing relief to the old black man, and moving herself significantly closer to her recruitment target, filled Ivory with delight. Deciding that it was time to really get to business, Ivory pulled her head away from Clarence's crotch, making sure to keep her pouty lips tightly wrapped around his big black cock the whole way. Ivory began quickly bobbing her head of Clarence's cock, deep-throating it rapidly. Ivory moved her hands to Clarence's balls, bulging with the black seed she so craved, and began enthusiastically playing with them. Ivory felt the wrinkled, hairy balls in her hand and the huge, hot, and hard black cock pressing against every inch of her mouth and throat and knew that she loved her job more than anything else in the world. 

"Suck that black dick you prissy white bitch!" Clarence hollered as Ivory sent wave after wave of pleasure throughout his body. Clarence had no ill will against Ivory, but his statement slipped out anyway. He had been reminded of all the white girls who had snubbed him in his life, even when he had been a star athlete decades prior, and this was his revenge. Still, there was no question that Ivory was different. She was far more beautiful than any of the girls Clarence had chased after in his youth, and she clearly loved sucking black cock as well. Little slut sure as hell knows so to suck too, he thought to himself as Ivory pressed on, sliding her tongue along the underside of Clarence's cock as she deep-throated him. He felt his breath shorten as he began experiencing spasms of erotic delight in his lower body and knew that he would cum soon. Clarence could hardly wait to shoot his load into Ivory's pretty white mouth.

"Ohhh shit... oh shit... ohhh shitttt..." Clarence wailed as the strength of his impending orgasm continued to grow.

Sorry sweetie but there is still business to be done, Ivory thought to herself as she pulled her head from the big black cock. Can't let you cum just yet. Ivory moved her head below Clarence's cock, tilting it sideways so that her mouth was just below his dangling balls. The kissed the lower hanging testicle, which she decided looked like a giant black plum, and let her lips suck it slightly before releasing. This act caused all of the breath to leave Clarence's body. 

"I need to meet with Demetrius today. Call his handler at the hotel and tell him Demetrius will be meeting with a Brockton Baccalaureate College representative today. It's already programmed into the phone- just press call." Ivory punctuated her instructions by sucking on Clarence's throbbing nuts. His objections to her demand were quickly erased.

Clarence slammed his hand down on the table and fumbled around for the phone. Once he found it, he brought it to his face and immediately pressed call. The thought of disobeying Ivory's command did not enter his mind. 

Once she saw that he had pressed call, Ivory stopped sucking on Clarence's salty chocolate balls and began licking them instead. She hoped that this would allow him to catch his breath long enough to successfully complete the call. 

Clarence had to wait seconds for the phone to be answered, but it felt like hours due to his desperation. He knew that he needed to cum as soon as possible, and he needed it more than anything that he could remember. 

"Maury! Put Brockton Baccalaureate College on the list of schools! The list of schools that meet with the boy! JUST DO IT!" Clarence hung up the phone after yelling his instructions. He was immediately rewarded by Ivory as she moved her mouth back to his cock and began sucking him off once again. Her mouth felt so warm and wet that Clarence knew he would not last any longer. Ivory took each of his balls in hand and put them between her thumbs and fingers as she began lightly massaging. Clarence could take no more. He grabbed Ivory's blonde bun with both hands and held her head against his crotch. Clarence's cock began wildly spurting his juices down Ivory's throat, each thick gob of sperm followed closely by another. With Ivory's mouth and hands working him like they were, Clarence felt like he would never stop cumming. 

Drinking black seed is definitely one of the best perks of my job, Ivory thought happily as she continued guzzling down the old black man's semen. She could not remember the last man to cum so much for her. She loved the feeling of the bulky black cock twitching in her mouth, and also the accompanying spurt of hot liquid that hit her throat after each twitch. Ivory did all she could to massage every last ounce of jizz from Clarence's balls, and he rewarded her with a belly full of hot black cum. After nearly a minute, Ivory removed the black cock from her mouth and watched it flop in front of her, shrunken but still quite large. Content that her job was done for the time being, Ivory stood up in front of Clarence and reached for her purse. 

"Well Mr. Moorecock, it's been an absolute pleasure! You can visit Demetrius at the BBC campus whenever you like. Make sure you tell me when you are visiting, and I'll do everything I can to ensure that you enjoy your visit." Ivory smiled brightly at Clarence, her face and hair still completely perfect. She handed the old black man, who was visibly winded and still had his boxers around his ankles, her business card before leaving the kitchen. Clarence heard the click of Ivory's heels as she walked down the hallway before opening the door and leaving his home. Clarence looked at the small, white card in his hand:

I. Love-Blackwell Head of BBC Recruitment

Exhausted, Clarence tried to collect his thoughts. As great as he still felt physically, his guilt was creeping up on him. It's just a meeting, he told himself. Demetrius doesn't have to agree to nothin. He thought of his nephew, young and spontaneous and prone to making stupid decisions. He then thought of Ivory Love-Blackwell and the offer she would inevitably make Demetrius, causing his own cock to begin rising slowly once again. That boy don't stand a chance, Clarence told himself resignedly. 




Ivory Recruits a Black Bull



Ivory Love-Blackwell was so elated at her recent success that she skipped down the front steps of the Moorecock home. The resulting jiggling once again drew the approving hoots and hollers of the local black youths. The noise woke up the old, white driver, who had been asleep at the wheel with his face covered by a newspaper. He stumbled out of the car as Ivory slowly sauntered to the door. The old man opened the door for Ivory, but she paused before entering. One hand on the door and the other on her hip, Ivory turned her head to look at the youths on the corner with her ass just slightly pushed out. Their noise stopped as they marveled at what was in front of them, and Ivory smiled sweetly. Completely satisfied with her work, Ivory stepped into the car.

"Extravaganza Hotel please. There is still more business at attend to." Ivory informed the driver as he closed the door. Business AND pleasure, she thought with a grin. 

In order to pass the time while being driven to the big hotel in the city, Ivory began once again looking at images of Demetrius Moorecock. So strong and fierce, she thought to herself as her excitement built. Looking at the big, black linebacker was making Ivory anxious, and she eventually forced herself to stop. Ivory looked tried looking out the window as they made their way to the hotel, but found that the scenery did not compare to what was on her tablet. The taste of Moorecock sperm still in her mouth, and the image of Clarence's cock still vivid in her mind, Ivory knew that she needed to see more. Just one more picture, Ivory told herself as she hurriedly typed into her tablet. The first image of Demetrius Moorecock that came up came from one of the recruit combines. Fresh from the bench press, Demetrius stood shirtless in front of the camera, his muscles bulging and his face completely stoic. He's going to look so good... on the field, Ivory thought to herself with relish. Still she knew that she needed something to occupy her time until she arrived at the hotel. 

"Excuse me sir, could you please put up the divider please? I need some privacy for a few moments." Ivory said to the driver. He complied, and the dark glass slid up between them, separating the front seats from the back. It wouldn't be right to let someone like that see me get changed, Ivory thought as she began quickly removing her clothing. She intended to meet Demetrius Moorecock in her other outfit, an outfit which had been used on many previous recruitment trips. After removing her pink blouse, Ivory wasted no time in removing her bra. Ivory sighed softly as her large breasts sprang free, relieving the tension on her erect nipples. Ivory removed her skirt, always difficult due to how tightly she wore them, and finally removed her thong. Ivory was not surprised to see that her thong was soaking wet. 

Finally free from the constriction of her clothing, Ivory noticed one hand wandering below her waist while the other moved toward her tablet, where countless pictures of Demetrius waited for her. Her fingers on her pubic mound, Ivory could feel her pussy aching to be touched. As desperately as she wanted to let herself go and relieve her pent up excitement, Ivory knew that she needed to wait. I'll need my energy, she told herself firmly. Recruiting Demetrius is going to require energy... lots of energy.

Realizing that she was nearing the city as the traffic outside her window began to increase, Ivory knew that she needed to get dressed once again. This time, she would be in official BBC colours: black and white. Ivory took her second outfit out of her bag. Her skirt was once again black and just as tight, but this time it was several inches shorter. Ivory struggled to get the skirt over her ass, but the process was made slightly easier by the slit in one side that rode up her leg. The thong that Ivory had worn before, currently crumpled and soaked on the floor, was deemed unnecessary. She then fumbled through her bag, looking for her necklace. She eventually produced a thin golden chair with the letters BBC hanging from it, also in gold. The chain hung inches just a few inches above her breasts. Ivory then grabbed her white blouse. The bra would just be a hindrance, she had already decided. Ivory began squeezing herself into her blouse, which clung tightly to her slim waist and even more tightly to her large tits. The blouse hung on her shoulders and rounded open downward, exposing the top of Ivory's bulging breasts and the top of her cleavage. As she buttoned the blouse Ivory noticed her hard, pink nipples pushing against the thin white fabric. They would be clearly visible to anyone who looked near her chest. Subtlety is lost on the young, Ivory noted with a smile.

Shortly after getting dressed, the car pulled in front of the Extravaganza Hotel. A small spattering of media members were already assembled outside, waiting to report on what school Demetrius Moorecock had deigned to attend. Ivory once again thanked the driver and told him to wait for her before exiting the car. 

Although she was not the reason they had gathered at the hotel, the media quickly turned their attention to Ivory Love-Blackwell. She could hear them murmuring that they did not know a super model was in the city, and some wondered if she was a famous actress. Ivory blew past them quickly, but not before a few eager photographers could snap some pictures, mainly for their own personal collections. 

Once inside, Ivory walked to the front desk and informed them that she would be meeting with Demetrius Moorecock. Clarence had already called ahead and cleared her, so she was instructed by the awestruck concierge to take the elevator to the top floor. Ivory confidently strolled into the elevator, pressed the button for the top floor and watched the doors close in front of her.

When the elevator finally opened, Ivory walked through into a crowded waiting room full of boisterous men. Previously very loud, the room quieted almost instantly as the men all stopped what they were doing to look at Ivory. Although most of them had seen her previously during recruiting expeditions, and even more knew what her presence meant for their recruitment chances, they still could not stop staring at the only woman in the room. Even her most fierce rivals were momentarily stunned upon Ivory's entrance as she boldly walked past them, all legs and ass and with a bright white smile. She quickly found a seat next to Darnell Jackson, a representative of one of the all black colleges pursuing Demetrius and also the only black recruiter in the room. 

"Hello Mr. Jackson! It's so nice to see you again." Ivory declared as she sat down in the plush chair, crossing her legs at the ankles as she did so. She reached over and softly brushed the hand of the fat, bearded black man with her own.

"Nice to see you again Ms... Ivory. So you're after Demetrius?" The black man asked awkwardly.

"Yes I am. We really think he would look great in the white and black of BBC. I think he'll look particularly good next to Keyshawn. It was so sweet of you to let him transfer schools last year!" Ivory smiled widely at Darnell and pressed down lightly on his hand.

"I almost got fired over that one." He responded, before allowing his lips to curve into a slight smile.

"Well I still hope we can work together in the future!" Ivory responded as she leaned toward the black man. Ivory loved collaborating with the traditionally black schools, which had proven to be fertile recruitment ground over the past few years for Ivory. Her superiors had thought she was crazy when she insisted on a trip that would encompass so many of those schools, but were delighted when she had secured transfers to BBC in the double digits. Ivory much preferred working with Darnell Jackson to any of the other university representatives in the room. All white and covered head to toe in paraphernalia from their respective schools, many had approached Ivory in the past, all looking to discuss prospects over dinner or back at their hotel rooms. All had seen their offers turned down politely by the gorgeous BBC recruiter, and now they mostly looked at her with a mix of desire and distain on their faces. Ivory still knew that if she sat there long enough, another foolish soul would attempt to hit on her. 

Maurice Boras was quick to approach Ivory. Of all the men in the room, he was the least interested in her sexually. Maurice worked as an agent, carefully steering many of the best prospects toward the best schools so that they could get drafted to play professional sports and actually hire him. Seeing Ivory Love-Blackwell walk into the lobby had disgusted him as all he could think of was the plethora of players she had steered away from the big schools, and his agent services, and instead toward Brockton Baccalaureate College. He was desperate to prevent that from happening once again.

"I don't know what arrangement you made with the boy's uncle, but you can rest assured that it won't work with me or with Demetrius!" Maurice quickly lit into Ivory as she sat in front of him. She initially responded with a smile.

"Hello to you as well, Mr. Boras. My arrangement with Mr. Moorecock will stay between us, and I can assure you that I have no desire to make a similar arrangement with you." Ivory stood up following her statement, her heels leaving her several inches taller than Maurice Levy. Ivory decided that she was completely uninterested in looking down at his bald scalp, and she walked toward the suite door. Maurice followed.

"Don't think you're going to keep getting away with this! I don't know if you're giving them money, cars or anything else, but I'll catch you eventually. When I do, I'll make sure you're fired and your school never plays a single game again!" Maurice continued heatedly as Ivory continued walking to the door. 

"Students come to BBC because of how well they're treated, not because of things like money. I hope you actually do find that out someday, Mr. Boras. Now, if you'll excuse me." Ivory turned away from Maurice, his face beat red and covered in sweat, and toward the man watching the door.

"Excuse me sir, but do you mind if I meet with Demetrius next? What order we go in doesn't really matter, does it? We'll all get to see Demetrius at some point -- no need to follow a silly little list." Ivory gave her sweetest look at the doorman, who melted instantly. Just as he agreed to let her in next, a recruiter from one of the biggest schools in the nation left the hotel room. He looked supremely confident Ivory noted, as he was clearly unaware of what was to follow. 

Ivory thanked the doorman as she began walking past him, Maurice Levy hollering behind her. She was grateful to get in the hotel suite early, both to get away from Maurice and so that she could begin her recruitment as early as possible. Ivory could feel her pulse racing as she walked through the door. She cherished the moments before she began truly hunting her prey. She heard a voice call after her that she had one hour at her disposal. More than enough time, she thought confidently.

Ivory walked into the hotel suite, almost giddy with excitement. The room was ornately decorated, with white shag carpet, immaculate white walls and predominantly red decoration. Ivory could see a large window at the end of the sweet between the red drapes, the skyline of the city clearly visible just beyond. A few exotic plants were found in the room, along with a number of tall and stylish lamps. Ivory quickly scanned the periphery of the room, making mental note of the soft white couch in one corner and the mahogany framed king size bed in the other. Oh goody that looks like silk, Ivory thought to herself as she looked at the sheets on the bed. Content with the accommodations, Ivory looked toward the centre of the suite.

Sitting in a massive red chair, carelessly typing into his phone, was Demetrius Moorecock. Oh my goodness he's even more impressive than in the pictures, Ivory admitted to herself. Demetrius managed to almost completely fill the space on the large chair, and Ivory suspected that his listed weight of 230 pounds may have been underselling him. He wore a pair of green and black striped athletic shorts and had one leg hung over the arm of his chair, giving Ivory a solid view of his strong legs. Demetrius wore a large grey t-shirt, which was baggy at the bottom but tight on his massive shoulders and chest. His face was not entirely handsome, but it had strong features including a granite jaw. Demetrius' skin was dark brown, and Ivory found that it reminded her of the most delicious milk chocolate that she could imagine. 

Ivory placed her bag on the floor and began walking toward Demetrius, who was still mindlessly typing into his phone, while the soft carpet stifled the sound of her high heels. Seeing the big, strong, black 18 year old in the flesh was giving Ivory all kinds of ideas. She knew that he was a perfect BBC recruit, but Ivory had to be sure not to ruin it. She remembered her first recruitment trip and felt a shiver go through her body. It had nearly been a debacle, and even though she did end up getting her recruits she did not want a repeat performance. She knew she had to be in control the whole time, no matter what her most base instincts told her. Keep your cool, Ivory told herself as she stood in front of Demetrius. Let your success with Clarence tide you over for the next few minutes.

"Excuse me, Demetrius? I'm Ivory Love-Blackwell, and I'm here to bring you to Brockton Baccalaureate College." Ivory was eager to get the attention of her next recruit. Judging by the look on his face when he finally looked up, she had succeeded.

Demetrius Moorecock's thick lips were wide apart as he gaped at the blonde woman in front of him. She was nothing like any of the other recruiters he had met with. Ivory's short skirt showed off her slender legs, even most of the subtle muscle and flesh of her thighs. Her black heels had the effect of making Ivory's legs seem as though they went on for days. Demetrius could not remember a girl, or a woman, with such a tiny waist and womanly hips like Ivory Love-Blackwell. Demetrius badly wanted to see Ivory's ass, but was content to stare instead at her chest as her white globes strained the thin fabric of her shirt. Her shirt was buttoned low enough to give just a hint of cleavage below the small golden necklace that Ivory was wearing, but the outline of the fabric wrapped tightly around her chest betrayed the fact the truth of her bust. Demetrius barely had time to investigate the pink protrusions coming from the middle of Ivory's tits before she extended her hand and spoke again.

"Demetrius Moorecock? It's going to be such a pleasure meeting you." Ivory beamed as she spoke. Demetrius quickly rose and shook her hand, the outlines of his already plumping cock already visible halfway down his thigh. Ivory noted the strength of the handshake, and thought off all the good things Demetrius could do with those hands at BBC.

"Yeah, good to meet you to." Demetrius responded as articulately as he could, given the circumstances. The beautiful woman smiled back at him, her bright blue eyes shining playfully from behind her glasses.

"Well let's sit down and get right to business! We're very interested in you Demetrius." Ivory spoke as cheerily as possible, just as she always did when on business. They both sat, Demetrius in the large red chair and Ivory in the smaller brown chair opposite him. 

"That's fine, but I already gots a school in mind." Demetrius said calmly. He had fielded offers from around the nation, and had even been guaranteed a starting spot with the defending champions. He was doubtful that any offer could trump that one.

"Oh I'm sure you do, but you shouldn't rule out BBC just yet. We had a great season last year, and we expect to contend for the championship this year. The best rea..." Ivory was interrupted by Demetrius. She definitely had his attention, but not yet his commitment.

"Ain't no great teams up north. I looked up dis school you come from when my uncle added it to da list. No championships, no professional players came from dat school. I ain't not going to school for learnin. I'm going to get mine." Demetrius spoke boldly. He viewed school as a gateway to professional football, and nothing more. He knew that he could get fame and adulation at any school he went to, which left him interested only in the school that would ensure him the most exposure to professional teams.

"You will certainly get yours at BBC, Mr. Moorecock" Ivory could not help but grin as she said this. No question a handsome black athlete will get more than he can handle at BBC, she thought to herself before continuing.

"As I was saying, the best reason to come to BBC is because of how well we treat the student body, especially our athletes. I personally see to it that the athletes at BBC have their every desire met. Everything." Ivory fixed Demetrius with a sultry stare and allowed her words to hang in the air. 

Demetrius Moorecock was left with no retort. He was not sure if the beautiful woman in front of him knew just what his desires might be. He watched her seductively uncross and then cross her legs as his cock stiffened. Might as well go all in with dis bitch, Demetrius said to himself.

"You gots no idea what kind of desires I got." He responded, grinning from ear to ear.

"I believe I do, Demetrius. Boys like you usually like the same kinds of things, in my experience." Ivory stood up as she admired the look on Demetrius' face. He looked like a Cheshire cat, with his thick lips curled in a wide grin and his wide nostrils flared. To Ivory, Demetrius just looked like a big black panther, sleek and strong. No matter how impressive he looks this is still about business, Ivory reminded herself. For now.

"Let me show you one of our brochures." She continued, standing up and walking to her bag.

God damn! Alls I want is to get up in dat ass, Demetrius thought to himself as he watched Ivory walk away, hips swaying with each step. He knew that he had never seen an ass that was as big as Ivory's and yet still tight as hell. Demetrius was content to watch Ivory walk away from him for as long as she wanted.

Ivory took her time bending down to pick up the brochure, certain that the long walk to her bag gave Demetrius plenty of time to watch her. She stuck her ass out as much as possible when she bent over. Not only athletes have patented moves, she thought to herself. Ivory's slow bend often had advantageous results. She finally picked up the brochure and returned to her seat, but not before bumping one leg against her chair. 

"Owwww I'm such a klutz!" Ivory yelped. Although the bump may have looked like it hurt her leg, she was actually feeling tremendous. Ivory lifted her leg onto the chair in order to inspect her supposed injury, pressing her heel into the cushion. Conscious that the slit in the side of her skirt was giving Demetrius a perfect view of her svelte leg, she began gently rubbing her hands up and down her shin and thigh.

Demetrius had never considered himself a leg man before, but the sight in front of him was enough to convince him otherwise. He felt his cock stiffen further as he watched Ivory slowly rub her soft, slender leg. With the slit in the side, it seemed like her legs were never ending. Demetrius tried to move his 9 inches of cock meat around in order to hide his arousal, all while continuing to stare at Ivory.

"Oh well I guess I'll live!" Ivory said merrily, tilting her head as she spoke as she returned her leg to the floor. He's quick but I definitely saw what he tried to hide with those hands, Ivory thought as she began walking toward Demetrius.

"You ok? Demetrius asked, hoping to distract from his obvious hardon. Fuck I'd love to get between those fine legs, he thought to himself as he only got harder.




Ivory Recruits a Black Bull



"I'm great Demetrius, don't worry about that. Have yourself a little peak." Ivory stood next to Demetrius and leaned forward slightly, the brochure in her hands. She held it open in front of him, ensuring that he had a tremendous view of both the brochure and her immaculate tits.

Demetrius only had to strength to give the brochure the quickest of glances, as his eyes constantly wandered to Ivory's breasts. As she talked about the various images and statistics found in the brochure, Demetrius heard nothing. He stared at the sexy white tits hanging just inches from his face, so full and soft that he wanted nothing more than to reach up and grab them. He spotted her BBC necklace bobbing up and down over her chest and felt a tinge of envy. His eyes moved up and down Ivory's cleavage, now measuring several inches as she bent over, and Demetrius was in awe of how good her tits looked pressed together. 

"Do they look good?" Ivory asked, for a second time. 

"Wha... What?" Demetrius stumbled to cover for himself. He had no idea what Ivory was asking him about, but he knew that what he had really been looking at looked great. 

"The campus residences?" Ivory responded, fishing for an answer. Demetrius grunted a response and nodded, and Ivory continued showing the brochure. Blissfully aware where Demetrius' eyes were looking, Ivory felt a growing dampness between her legs. She loved that her presentation enticed the black youth. The outline of his knob clearly visible as it continued to rise in his shorts, Ivory knew that it was question time once again.

"Is it getting harder?" She asked, this time completely out of context.

Demetrius was not sure how to respond. Sure as fuck my cock is getting harder, he said to himself. He knew that could not be what Ivory was referring to though, as his mind was cluttered by the sight of Ivory's pink nipples pressing against her shirt. 

"Ahhh... definitely." He eventually responded, only then noticing that Ivory was at the end of the brochure.

"I thought it might be harder to choose a school after this little presentation." Ivory said sweetly. She knew the time was drawing near. 

"Yeah it looks... fucking great... I mean great." Demetrius had more than enjoyed Ivory's presentation, and felt sly for having stolen so many glances at Ivory's chest.

Ivory rubbed Demetrius' hard shoulder appreciatively and then walked back to her chair, sitting down once again and crossing her legs.

"Excellent. Now you've seen what we have to offer you, so it's time to see what you can offer us." Ivory stated, trying her best to disguise her enthusiasm. The confused look on Demetrius' face did not surprise her. Recruits were used to having the schools show them their best, not showing the schools their own best.

"What you talkin about?" Demetrius asked, utterly confused. Surely she had seen tapes of him in action. Demetrius felt that Ivory betrayed nothing with her looks, other than a growing amusement. She only smiled at him.

"You heard me. We have to see what you can offer us. I've seen video of you on the field, so strong and fast. Vicious really. That's part of what we're after, but there is more. We have a different mandate at BBC." Ivory spoke calmly, even as her heart beat rapidly in her chest. Stay calm, she told herself. You'll see it all soon!

"The fuck?" was all that Demetrius could muster. What the fuck is she talkin about, and what's a mandate?

"We only want the highest quality athletes at BBC. The biggest, strongest..." and the blackest, Ivory thought as her pussy trembled. She stared into Demetrius' eyes as she continued.

"We want only the best. There is only one way for us to know that a recruit really is the best." Ivory paused a moment to breathe. She was proud of herself for showing so much patience.

"Strip." Ivory's body felt a jolt of excitement as she said the word, her pussy's arousal building into a frenzy. She would finally get to see all that Demetrius Moorecock had to offer.

Demetrius stared at Ivory. She managed to be ladylike while looking completely seductive at the same time. In her heels, short skirt and low cut blouse Ivory showed Demetrius more of her fantastic body than many of the slutty girls he had fucked in high school. Still though, Ivory managed to keep an air of professionalism about herself. Her blonde hair remained in the tight bun, her beautiful blue eyes behind her glasses and her sweet face and smile glimmered at him. Demetrius found the urge to satisfy Ivory, to please her, irresistible. If she wanted him to strip, he would strip.

Demetrius began by removing his shirt, pulling it slowly over his head. Ivory soaked in the image in front of her. Demetrius revealed his thick torso, filled with muscle and built to deliver crushing hits on the football field. Ivory admired his abs, noting that Demetrius' tremendous size meant that he was not completely ripped. His body was built for strength, and she was sure that it was still plenty hard. Demetrius' chest bulged with thick muscle, along with his arms and shoulders. Ivory noticed that he appeared to have various tattoos on his chest and biceps, but she hardly noticed them against his dark skin. Ivory adjusted her glasses and bit into her lip as she inspected Demetrius' body. So impressive, she thought to herself. So much more to see. Ivory raised her eyebrows and nodded toward Demetrius, bidding him to continue. 

Demetrius had never imagined a recruitment meeting going like this. The sexiest woman he had ever seen, ordering him to strip in front of her. Demetrius was self conscious as he wrapped his fingers around the elastic of his shorts. His cock was nearing full erection, and he had hoped that his shorts concealed most of his arousal. Despite his concerns he pushed his shorts down, allowing his cock to spring up inside his boxers. While embarrassed, Demetrius was also happy to show Ivory just what he was packing. Bitch can't complain bout dis, he said to himself as his confidence grew.

Ivory's eyes grew wide as Demetrius cock sprang up in front of her, and her smile grew wide. No matter how many times I see it, it always amazes me. I truly love my job, Ivory thought with delight. Ivory could see the end of Demetrius' cock straining against the fabric of his boxers and felt sympathy fixed with desire. Soon, my sweet black treat.

"Turn around, and take off those shoes." Ivory told Demetrius. He quickly followed his instructions, removing his footwear and then giving Ivory the opportunity to evaluate his strong back and ass. Ivory was pleased to note that Demetrius' back, just as his front, seemed to be nothing more than a thick black slab of muscle, rectangular and solid. Ivory was glad that the recruit had shown so much obedience already, but she still hoped that he would show the hint of a strong will. Strong willed players tended to get into disputes with the coach, and the coach always called Ivory to keep his players in line. Ivory loved dealing with disgruntled athletes.

"You have not shown me everything." Ivory stated, before standing. Her knees buckled just slightly, but Ivory was too experienced now to make a mistake. She walked toward Demetrius, a sexy lioness stalking the most delicious of meat.

"Our Black Bulls have to be the absolute best. I can see that you are very strong Demetrius, with all of these big black muscles bulging right in front of me. But, there is another bulge I'm interested in." Ivory was running her hands along Demetrius' chest and stomach, enjoying the feeling of his luscious black skin and dense muscles against her dainty hand.

"Do you know what I'm talking about?" Ivory asked gently as her hand moved to the bottom of Demetrius' torso, her fingers dipping beneath the elastic of his boxers.

"Uh-huh." Demetrius responded, his whole body nearly bursting with sexual desire. He had been with plenty of females, black girls and white girls from his school, much to his uncle's chagrin in the latter case. In addition, he had been with various older women who were fans of the football team, particularly their star players. None of them compared to Ivory Love-Blackwell, neither in terms of beauty or sexuality. Demetrius knew that he was putty in her hands. 

Ivory began slowly pulling Demetrius' boxers down, one hand in front pulling it down over his 9 inch dick and the other in back pulling it down over his powerful ass.

"The size of a man's cock has conveyed his authority for as long as humans have been breeding." Ivory stated, the length of Demetrius' cock just being revealed as she pulled down further on his boxers.

"Size always has been, and always will be, a symbol of power and strength." Ivory looked down at Demetrius' cock, almost completely free from its prison.

"As has blackness." She continued, as the boxers dropped to the floor. Ivory stared at Demetrius' cock, 9 thick inches of hard black steel. Her hand rubbing along the top of his shaft, Ivory admired the big black cock. They're always so beautiful, she thought giddily. Just thinking of the pleasures that Demetrius' cock might bring caused her mind to wander and her pussy to gush. Ivory's hands instinctively wrapped around the black monster.

"At BBC we only want the biggest, blackest cocks in the nation." Ivory dropped to her knees as she spoke. She began to slowly stroke Demetrius' cock as she continued, the bulbous black knob pointed directly at her pretty face.

Demetrius did not know what to think, and had given up trying to figure it out. He was completely willing to let Ivory Love-Blackwell guide him through their meeting. He felt her hand on his cock, and allowed himself to enjoy the pleasure it was sending to his balls and beyond. He watched the folds of black skin on his cock disappear time and time again into Ivory's palm, only to reappear as she finished another stroke. Demetrius had found that all women were intimidated by his massive cock, but that was clearly not the case now. Ivory stared at his cock lovingly through the glasses perched on the very end of her nose.

"I have another little test for you. We're going to test your focus and self-control." Ivory informed Demetrius as she continued dutifully stroking his cock.

"I want you to maintain eye contact with me until I stand up. Understand?" Ivory asked, her voice now both sultry and sweet. 

"Uuuugghhhh yesssss..." Demetrius responded. Ivory had begun playing with his balls using her free hand, rubbing them between her fingers and palm. He felt like his cock would explode with cum at any moment. Bitch knows her way around a cock, he noted.

Well his self-control is better than a lot of recruits, Ivory thought happily as she stared into Demetrius' dark brown eyes. Ivory was always extremely disappointed when the recruits shot their load just from her caressing their cock. It must be time for phase 2, Ivory concluded. I need a taste. 

Ivory began licking along the side of Demetrius' black shaft as he looked down at her, his face wearing an expression of ecstasy and wonder. The cock was hot, hard and black, just as Ivory liked in her recruits. She began licking the underside of Demetrius' shaft, tracing its whole length with her warm, wet tongue. After a few repetitions Ivory rewarded herself by pressing her tongue against the jet black tip of the cock, tasting Demetrius' salty precum. He just might be as delicious as his uncle, she surmised hopefully. Ivory continued with her test, now pressing her satiny pink lips against the big black cock in addition to her tongue.

Demetrius felt like he was in heaven. He did not know how good the BBC Black Bulls football team was, or how nice their campus was or even where exactly the school was located. He did know, however, that Ivory Love-Blackwell knew how to suck a cock better than any woman he had ever seen. Watching Ivory's sexy lips sliding along his cock turned Demetrius on nearly as much as the sensations they caused. He had managed to sustain eye contact with Ivory, her blue eyes burrowing deeper and deeper into his own. Her hungry eyes gave him the sense that she was impressed with him, but that she still expected more.

Well he can definitely handle himself, Ivory noted to herself as she brought her lips to the ebony cockhead. She was finished messing around. It's time to give him a real challenge. Ivory sucked the thick black rod into her mouth, filling it completely with a few inches to spare. She began rapidly bobbing her head on the cock, desperate to stay ahead of the pace set by Demetrius' throbbing. Demetrius responded by rolling his head back and moaning loudly. So he is human after all, Ivory thought, pleased that she could make the recruit react so strongly and break eye contact. In spite of the big black cock clogging up almost all of the available space, the corners of Ivory's mouth curved in a small smile.

Demetrius stared up at the ceiling, desperate for any distraction. He wanted to prolong the pleasure that Ivory provided him for as long as possible. A sharp slap to his ass quickly brought his attention back to the woman kneeling before him. Demetrius felt Ivory's hand stay on his ass and squeeze him, while the other continued playing gently with his balls. He knew that it would all be over soon. It don't have to be da last time though, he thought to himself abruptly. 

Ivory could see that Demetrius was close. His face was scrunched up, his breathing heavy and sweat trickled down his forehead. Even more indicative, Ivory could feel the wide black pole in her mouth pulsating quickly. As much as she wanted to bring Demetrius to climax at that very moment and taste his black seed, a taste she had come to equate with victory and success, Ivory also wanted to prolong her fun. Ivory brought both of her hands up to Demetrius' stomach and began pushing him backward. He eventually stepped back, bumping into the chair. Ivory pushed down on his strong thighs and Demetrius took the hint, sitting in the chair with his legs spread. Ivory took a few more gulps of black cock meat before lifting her head from Demetrius' lap. 

"I am very impressed Demetrius. I think it's only fair that you get to see a little more yourself." Ivory said before taking the cock back into her mouth. Her hands moved quickly, unbuttoning the blouse that had barely contained her impressive bust. Ivory's breasts sprang free, bouncing as she continued sucking Demetrius' dick. Let's give this a shot, Ivory thought to herself as she inched closer to Demetrius' crotch. No recruit has ever gotten this far. Not on his first attempt anyway, she thought devilishly.

Demetrius saw Ivory take his big black cock out of her mouth and feared for a moment that she was going to leave him with the biggest case of blue balls he could imagine. The lusty look in her eyes, which almost sparkled due to her glasses, quickly convinced him otherwise. Demetrius watched as Ivory placed his cock between her massive tits, the contrast between his dark black cock and her milky white flesh never more striking. Ivory placed a hand on the side of each breast and pushed them together, her soft white knockers enveloping even the huge blackness between them. Ivory began moving her tits up and down on Demetrius' cock, her soft flesh pleasuring him with every movement. He in turn began thrusting his cock up and down, eager to see his black snake continue emerging from the large white mounds. The view of Ivory's chest now completely unfettered, Demetrius could see her soft pink knobs of flesh in the centre of her tits, pointing directly at him just waiting to be touched. He reached forward and pinched down on each with his hands. Ivory gasped and began titty fucking him even more rapidly. Her rhythm quickly became too much for Demetrius, as he felt his balls tighten and begin pumping massive amounts of semen to his cock. Pleasure flooded his body as he finally started cumming.

The first burst caught Ivory by surprise as it shot up into the air rapidly, finally landing on her forehead and glasses. She would not be caught by surprise a second time as Demetrius' next wad of jizz landed directly on Ivory's tongue. Every effort possible was made to ensure that Demetrius' seed ended up in Ivory's mouth but inevitably some bursts evaded her eager lips, usually ending up decorating her lovely face. He tastes even better than his uncle, Ivory thought as she savoured Demetrius' rich semen. Ivory felt that she could taste his youthful strength and vitality. She was even content when it missed her mouth, as she loved the trickle of his hot, sticky juices down her face. After countless bursts Demetrius finally slowed, and Ivory finished him off with her mouth. I can't remember the last recruit to leave that much of an impact, Ivory noted happily as she sucked the last bits of sperm from Demetrius' manhood.

Feeling completely tapped, Demetrius slouched in his chair. He was a tired, satisfied young man. That white girl could suck a fuckin lexus through a straw, Demetrius thought as his cock started to drop back down. He watched as Ivory scooped his jizz off her beautiful face with her fingers, making sure to lick them clean every single time. She surprised him by suddenly standing and walking over to her bag. Demetrius tilted his head back, dazed and mildly confused by what had just happened. He had been expecting yet another boring meeting, not the biggest orgasm of his life. A motion in front of him caught Demetrius' eye, and he looked forward. 

Ivory had returned, dropping something that Demetrius did not see to the floor as he found her facing away from him, pulling her skirt down. It was a struggle every inch of the way, as the top of the skirt pressed deeply into Ivory's ass as she pulled it down. After each successful tug, more of her pale and firm ass meat became visible. Demetrius was amazed at how Ivory's ass bulged out directly at him, seemingly unaffected by gravity. When the skirt finally made it over all of her posterior Ivory kicked it away. Simultaneously she cocked her hips back, thereby thrusting her ample ass toward Demetrius' face, as she pulled up the handkerchief that she had taken from her bag and began cleaning the semen from her glasses. 

Dat's some grade A beef right there, Demetrius marveled. His hands quickly moved up to Ivory's round ass cheeks and grabbed them tightly, her skin swelling outward all around his hands. Demetrius felt his cock stir in his lap.

"Sorry, that's for BBC athletes only." Ivory cooed as she finished cleaning her glasses. 

"Damn rights it is!" Demetrius responded, punctuating his statement with a slap to Ivory's ass.

"Mhmmm! Time to test your endurance!" Ivory quickly spun around. Demetrius' cock was rock hard once again and still glistened with her saliva. Ivory grabbed the tip with one hand and placed the other on one of the muscular black shoulders in front of her. She brought one knee onto the large chair as she angled the big black cock. The other knee followed soon after, and Ivory's pussy was left hovering just slightly above Demetrius's cock. 

"This is for BBC only." Ivory reminded him. Ivory was always prepared for these encounters and had ensured that her bare pussy looked pristine. Best job in the world, Ivory thought to herself as she pushed her aching pussy down onto Demetrius' dark black dong.

They both moaned with delight as contact was made. Demetrius was surprised at how easily he entered Ivory's pink pussy. Usually takes dem a few minutes to get all dis in they cunts, he thought as Ivory began rising and falling on his lap. This ain't her first big black cock. Although Ivory's pussy had grown accustomed to being filled with huge cocks, it still managed to hug onto Demetrius tightly. Other girls Demetrius had been with may have been tighter than Ivory, but none had a snatch as wet, warm or smooth. A loud slapping sound filled the room as Ivory thrusted into Demetrius repeatedly. Demetrius still wondered about Ivory Love-Blackwell, and how many other recruits had enjoyed this experience. He knew one thing at the very least: they had all enjoyed it.




Ivory Recruits a Black Bull



"You do dis for erry rec-" Demetrius' question was stifled by the silky skin of Ivory's breast entering his mouth. The time for questions is over, she thought to herself as she continued wildly humping her recruit and pressed his head into her tit with her hand. Demetrius' lips felt amazing on her chest, and his tongue felt even better on her taut nipple. Ivory had struggled with her sensitive nipples since she had been with Clarence, but Demetrius seemed more than capable of providing the release she needed. He sucked forcefully on her nipples and rolled them with his tongue, sending waves of pleasure through Ivory's body. Those waves were only strengthened by the pleasure emitting from her pussy, as it finally embraced the big black cock that it had craved. Just a few minutes after Demetrius had begun his mouth-work on her other tit, Ivory knew that she needed to close the deal.

Ivory leaned back to pull her tits from Demetrius' mouth and hands, although the young black man's grip proved to be quite strong. Ivory slowed her hips as they continued plunging her pussy onto Demetrius' cock. Demetrius responded by increasing the pace of his own thrusts, sending pleasure coursing through Ivory's body as she felt his powerful black cock pistoning into her. Ivory's glasses almost fell off her face and her mouth fell open as she started convulsing with sexual delight. I need to get this meeting back under control, she said as she fought her carnal urges. 

Ivory leaned forward and bit down on Demetrius' bottom lip, pulling his face toward hers. He responded by spanking Ivory's round ass, pushing himself even deeper into her. Ivory pressed her silky lips into Demetrius, feeling them become enveloped by his thick black lips. Ivory hoped to draw his attention to his mouth instead of his cock, just for long enough to allow her to get his signature. Her plan seemed to work as Demetrius' thrusts slowed while their lips interlocked, Ivory's tongue playfully dabbing his own and exciting both of them. Ivory had both hands on Demetrius' face and was kissing him passionately. Even though the act was bringing her tremendous pleasure Ivory knew that business still came before pleasure. Well actually in this job they are completely intertwined, Ivory thought to herself as she pulled her lips away from Demetrius.

Ivory spun around to face away from Demetrius, never once removing her black pleasure stick from her pussy. When she was facing away from him, Ivory lowered her heels to the floor. She leaned forward, pushing Demetrius' cock deeper into her than she had felt in weeks. Ivory reached for the pen and paper that she had brought from her bag. The letter of intent in hand, she began gyrating quickly on Demetrius, her pussy rubbing and fucking him aggressively.

Demetrius could do nothing but watch and enjoy as Ivory fucked him. He allowed his arms to hang down the side of the chair as he followed the curve of Ivory's back down to her sexy ass. Her white flesh bulged against his crotch, bouncing slowly on him as each bit of contact caused her ass to ripple. Demetrius felt his balls tightening once again, and was amazed that he could cum again so soon and after he had already shot so much. There was no questioning Ivory Love-Blackwell's skill, and her pussy just kept getting hotter and wetter. Demetrius saw both of her hands move back toward him, a pen in one and a paper in the other.

"Sign next to the X!" Ivory said, a sense of urgency clearly present in her voice. She slowed her movements so that Demetrius could sign. Ever devoted to her athletes, Ivory would not cum until Demetrius did, and she would not allow Demetrius to cum until he signed his letter of intent to attend BBC.

Demetrius placed the paper on Ivory's back and scanned for the X. It was filed with text, explaining that he agreed to attend Brockton Baccalaureate College and was accepting a full athletic scholarship to play football. Demetrius did not care anymore. Their star recruiter had grinded him into submission, to the point that he would have signed any sheet she offered him at that very moment. Looks like I'll be bringin my talents to BBC, Demetrius thought as he found the X and signed his name. 

Ivory could feel Demetrius writing on her back. Success! Ivory always felt incredible when a recruit finally signed, and not just because they usually had their black cock inside her. As Demetrius threw the pen and paper to the floor Ivory began quickly fucking him with her pussy once again, now intent on getting them both off. Ivory focused on the pulsating cock inside her. It was thick, black and rock hard as it continually pounded against her most sensitive parts. She could feel her orgasm brewing, ready to rock her with pleasure. All the way from her toes to her face, now pointed upward as she prepared to cum, Ivory could feel it coursing through her. 

"Cum in me you big Black Bull!" She said breathily as she pounded her loins onto Demetrius. 

Demetrius could take no more. His big black cock erupted like a geyser inside Ivory, shooting his sperm straight toward her womb. Demetrius' leg began to twitch slightly as his second orgasm was even larger than the first.

"OH FUCK YES!" Ivory screamed the moment she felt Demetrius' load strike the inside of her uterus, deposited there by the spasming cock far past her cervix. No matter how many big black cocks she fucked, the feeling of semen coming from big black balls and being deposited inside her pussy made her lose control. Ivory felt the tension she had built up over the course of the day, a day spent keeping her pussy in check around some huge black schlongs, wash away. The feeling was replaced with a deep satisfaction as her orgasm continued emitting from her pussy. Ivory could not help but think of all of the pleasure that Demetrius would give her over the next few years, and of course all the pleasure that she would give him. 

As the fucking slowed Ivory leaned back onto Demetrius' chest for a few moments rest, his cock still inside her. As it began losing its rigidity, loads of jizz leaked from Ivory's pussy, first onto Demetrius and then eventually onto the chair. The cleaning staff would have their work cut out for them. Ivory could hear Demetrius' heart still beating rapidly as she lay her head on his chest. As heavenly as this is I still have to report in, Ivory thought as her sense of duty returned. She kissed Demetrius on his neck before standing up and allowing his cock to slide out of her, along with another huge wad of semen. He looks so sweet, she thought to herself as she watched him sitting in the chair fighting off sleep. All tuckered out from our little meeting. 

Ivory grabbed Demetrius by his cock, now flaccid but still quite imposing, and pulled him up. No matter how tired he was Demetrius still responded quickly to her touch on his cock. Ivory pulled him along by the cock over to the bed with the silky red sheets and had him drop into it. Demetrius lay down on his stomach, legs spread with a look of complete contentment on his face. 

Ivory returned to the bed to cover him up after she had gotten dressed once again. She would have preferred to stay naked in the bed with him, but she would not allow anything to impede her job performance. Ivory could not even consider losing a job that gave her so many great opportunities. She bent down and kissed the sleeping Demetrius softly on the forehead. 

"Get your rest, my newest Black Bull. You're going to need it for later." Ivory whispered as she looked down at him and smiled. She packed up her things into her bag, except for the letter of intent. That, she decided, needed to be shown off.

Ivory exited the suite, 58 minutes after she had entered. All eyes in the room were on her, and not just because of her beauty. Still looking pristine, Ivory was the picture of poise. She stood still and smiled at the men, her hands behind her back. "Sorry gentlemen, but I just procured Demetrius Moorecock's signature. He is going to be a BBC Black Bull next year." Ivory said, still smiling as she waved the paper in front of her.

The waiting area exploded with noise as red-faced men hollered and vented their frustrations. None were louder than Maurice Boras, once again upstaged completely by the beautiful head of recruitment for Brockton Baccalaureate College. Before she could be accosted by questions, Ivory put up her hands and spoke.

"Quiet please! Demetrius is exhausted and needs to rest. See you all next recruitment season!" With that, Ivory exited the room. The recruiters in the room sat and stewed with sour looks on their faces, all except for Darnell Jackson, who could not help but smile.

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"Yes sir, he signed just a few minutes ago. It turned out that he was a very agreeable young man." Ivory said into her phone as she waited in the elevator.

"That is excellent, Ms. Love-Blackwell. You believe that he will be an excellent fit at BBC and add to the program?" The voice of the silver-haired man spilled out of Ivory's phone.

"Oh yes, he's an excellent fit sir!" She responded cheerfully.

"This is most impressive. You deserve an all expenses paid vacation after pulling this one off on such short notice, Ivory. Anywhere you want, we will send you." He replied, his voice clearly conveying his satisfaction.

"Thank you sir, but there is no need. I have no use for vacations. I truly love throwing myself into my work. In fact, I'm planning on giving Demetrius Moorecock some more information on BBC later this evening." Ivory replied as her smile grew wider.

"I would expect nothing less from you. Enjoy." The silver-haired man replied with a rich laugh before hanging up the phone.

Best job in the world, Ivory thought as she pushed her one stray hair back into place.



Ivory Tower



Special thanks to Mikothebaby, who almost lost a keyboard and monitor editing this story. All and any errors are mine.

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"Toasters kill more people than sharks."

This was my sister Beth talking. I saw my wife roll her eyes at Beth's' statement.

"No really it's true! I read on the internet that last year over 150 people died in toaster related accidents. The same year, only 3 people were killed in shark attacks."

In the Army, there is nothing more dangerous than a newly minted 2nd lieutenant with a map and a compass. In civilian life, people with a high speed internet connection and time on their hands, pose the greatest threat to society today. Sometimes a little knowledge is a dangerous thing.

Beth, my brother's wife, lived next door. She was in our kitchen trying to corral my young, grade school age kids, along with her children to eat breakfast before school. As most parents know, the morning school routine is like herding cats. The kindergarten kids were dressed in those stupid "Too Ugly To Die" oversized tee shirts that were all the rage. My wife had got a bunch of them from an Eastern European anesthesiologist lady she worked with at the hospital. 

Now, both my wife and I love our sister, Beth. She is a good wife to my younger brother William; the two of them are made for each other. As different as my brother, William and I are, our wives are just as varied.

I managed to squeak by in school. Mostly enjoying the sports side of high school, playing football, wrestling, even boxing a bit. I was not really very good due to my short size. But my fireplug like build, along with a stubborn streak, inherited from southern Greek parents, served me well. Meanwhile my younger brother William excelled in school. William was the National Honor Society, chess club and merit scholarships galore. I joined the merchant marine the day after I graduated, did a few years, and saved some cash. Now, I run a small contracting business. Mostly in home and home improvement construction. William did the whole professor thing. He got his doctoral on the writings of poet Basil Buntings. William teaches at the local university, and he seems to be well respected by his peers.

I met my wife in the emergency room, during a visit for a construction related accident. My wife is a no nonsense type of lady, with a sarcastic sense of humor, plus a real world view of life. My brother, William's wife Beth, was a daycare assistant. Beth is the most pleasant female. It is a real bonus having them live next to us. I know she wants the best for my brother William and their two children. However, let us just say that Beth is a little on the naïve side, living a bit in the Ivory Tower.

Today Beth was spouting some information about how dangerous toasters are.

I poured myself some coffee. "Beth, if toasters are more dangerous than sharks, then logically a shark with a toaster is the worse menace on the planet." 

Beth put a plate of bacon in front of my son and gave me a look. My young son took a bite of the bacon then spit it out. "Yeech Aunt Beth! This bacon tastes bad!"

Beth patted my son on his head. "It's Tofu Bacon. Contains none of that nasty chemical filled meat. Meat is the cause in one out of every ten deaths."

Naturally, I could not resist the obvious comeback. "If meat is responsible for 1 in 10 deaths, does that means tofu, fruits and vegetables are responsible for the other nine deaths?" 

My wife reached over to my sons plate, then stuffed a piece of the tofu bacon in her mouth. She made a face before swallowing. "Beth, It is easier to change a man's religion then his diet." 

Beth just sighed, than clapped her hands. "OK, Kids, time for school. Everybody into the Prius."

I picked up my smallest son and his cousin in a bear hug. "You sit and visit Beth. I'll take the kids to school."

Beth waved her hand. "No, It's OK Ron. I do not want you wasting gas in that big truck of yours. The children can fit into the Prius."

I lifted the giggling boys over my shoulder, onto my back. "Beth I am running on my own homemade Bio-diesel, so no worries." I threw both boys into the air before catching them. "How about we let the boys decide?"

I put the kids down, kneeling in front of them. "What do you say MEN? You wanna ride in Aunt Beth's hybrid, spewing kittens and butterflies out the tail pipe?" I then lowered my voice several octaves to a growling baritone. "Or do you want to cruise in Uncle Ron's MANLY, Testosterone dripping, Smoke belching, Tire squealing, Hulking, Powerful Ford F250 Pickup Truck, with extended cab, Powerstroke engine, and enough torque to pull a house down the street!"

"Truck! Truck! Truck!" The kids chanted, jumping up and down.

"I want Testrone too!" My youngest son piped in.

I put my arms around all the now giggling children. "Sorry Beth, the masses have spoken." 

Both my wife and Beth were smiling as I corralled the children out the door, wrangling various cartoon themed backpacks as we left.

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After dropping the kids off at school, I headed home. Today was "paperwork" day, to be spent doing invoices, orders, payroll, etc., so I would be working from my home office over the garage. I was headed into the kitchen from the garage when I heard my wife's voice.

"Oh Beth, I could never do that to Ron."

Now I know it is not polite to listen in on private conversations. But Hell, it was my house. Silently I moved closer to the door in time to catch Beth speaking.

"They would not print it in Cosmo if it were not true. Its tricks to really fire up your bedroom time."

I heard my wife reply. "Beth, I do not need any tricks in the bedroom. I have a vagina."

"Yea sure...but don't you want to get Ron all excited? 

My wife answered. "Ron is a guy. To get a guy excited, all you need to do is take off your socks."

Beth would not let it go. "OK ..um, but this is how to make Ron scream in passion?"

My wife snorted before speaking. "I sure as hell do not want my guy screaming in passion or any other time. The only time my man should scream in the bedroom, is if a stray bullet comes through the window and hits him the ass while we are screwing."

Beth continued. "Well, at least you should know what words to say to Ron that really will give him great sex."

At that point, I walked in the door. Both Beth and my wife looked up. Giving them a look, I held up my hand in a closed fist. "Beth, let me tell you 'the guys' requirements for great sex." I lifted one finger. "Number one. Have a Vagina." 

I rose up my second finger. "Number two. Do not block the Vagina."

I added a third finger. "Number three. No talk, Shhhhhhhhhhh..."

My wife just grinned, but Beth said. "Ron, all men are not like that. Take your brother, William for example..."

"Beth, you want me to take an example from a guy who let his wife put diesel fuel in their gas powered Prius Hybrid?"

Beth looked embarrassed for a moment, as I recalled having to tow them home. Then the hassle of draining the tank, and getting the Prius operational again. "Ron that was not our fault. The diesel pump was colored green. We both thought it meant the fuel was environmentally friendly."

I shook my head. "Beth, how the hell did you even get that large diesel nozzle to fit into the Prius filler spout?"

Now it was Beth's turn to grin. "Ron, women are experts at making big things fit into small openings. We ladies are just more aware of our bodies. For example women can have orgasms just from exercising."

I shrugged. "Big Deal. Men can have orgasms just by watching women exercise."

"Oh stop it Ron," Beth said. "But I am glad you are here. I cannot decide what to get William for his birthday. The cooking set he has had his eye on, or the sweater vest we saw at the University store."

"Nah Beth, forget that junk." I said. "Let me tell you what William REALLY wants."

Beth leaned forward "What? Tell me Ron, please."

"It's a well known secret Beth. The best gift you can give William..." I paused for dramatic effect. "ORAL, a nice Blow Job!"

Beth blushed as I continued. "It's always in style, it's just our size, we can never have enough, we'll never get bored with it, It always fits, we can always have another, It's just what we wanted, it's never too late for one, they are perfect for any occasion, and they go with everything. Basically the perfect gift!

My wife stifled a yawn. "OK you two break it up." She put some dishes from the table in the sink. "I'm beat from the ER night shift." She pointed at me. "You Ron, go do your paperwork. And you Ms. Cosmo Sex adviser. "She pointed at Beth. "Go bake some erotic cookies or something for your hubby William."

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It was one of those wonderful Friday nights all married men long for. My wife was working the overnight shift at the Hospital. The kids were away at some Cub Scout sleepover thing, so I had the whole house to myself, plus my favorite sports team was playing on TV. Could life get any better?

Leroy, my neighbor, was sitting in an easy chair as we enjoyed the game. We were having a fun time, alternating between praising and cursing the referee's calls. You see, Leroy was an odd guy. He was queer as a three dollar bill and the first openly gay man I knew well. However, Leroy did not at all fit the stereotype of a "flaming homosexual". Leroy worked as a fireman, and was the blackest black man I had ever seen. Damn guy was also the biggest guy I ever met. Standing at 6 foot 10 inches tall, he tipped the scales at over 250 pounds, and none of that was fat. Leroy and I had bonded over our shared love of Ford Powerstroke Diesel trucks, and devotion to the local sports team.

"You know Leroy," I said, as I handed him another beer. "You gay guys may be onto something."

There was a pause as we both protested an obvious foul made by the opposing team.

I opened my beer before continuing. "I kinda envy your lifestyle Leroy. Refrigerator full of beer, you can leave the toilet seat up, and the TV is always tuned to ESPN. Hell, if it wasn't for the sex with guys part, I'd be gay."

Leroy smiled before stuffing a massive handful of chips into his mouth. "Hell, Ron you could never be gay."

I shrugged as the TV spouted out some commercial. "What do you mean Leroy? I could too be gay. There has to be a website or something I could go to. How tough could it be?"

Leroy shook his head before setting his face in a solemn pose. Then in a deep Darth Vader like voice Leroy intoned. "Ah you poor heterosexual bastard, you will never understand the ways of my people." He spread his hands. "God so loved us the Gay, he made many, many of us."

"Damn, Leroy I always thought there were so many gays so you guys could redecorate the earth."

We both chuckled and then the house phone started to ring. I was going to ignore the phone. Most people who call me use my cell phone. We still had the land line house phone mainly as a back-up. Infrequent power outages too often killed our cell service. However, it might be one of the kid's camp minders, so I picked up the handset.

Before I could even say "Hello", a sorrowful wailing and crying filled my ear.

It sounded like Beth, my sister, but it was hard to tell through all the wailing and crying. "Ron, you gotta help me! I am under arrest!" was all I heard before more pitiful crying erupted again. 

"Beth? Beth? Is that you? "I said, interrupting the wailing coming out of the earpiece. "You gotta calm down, I cannot understand a word you are saying. It sound like you said you were under arrest. Take a deep breath and slow way down."

The sniffling slowed down for a second, than Beth's voice started again. Unsteady, but at least I could understand it. "Ron, I am under arrest at Metro lock up! It is a big mistake, they think I am a hooker! They are going to charge me with prostitution! " Beth broke into what sounded like tears again.

"Prostitution!" I repeated into the phone. Leroy's ears perked up, he scrambled to grab the remote control, and muted the blaring TV set.

"Beth calm down. Where is William at?"

Beth sniffled. "I don't know where he is! William is not answering his phone. Ron you gotta come bail me out! I swear it is all a BIG mistake! They are going to cut off my call! PLEASE Ron! PLEASE! HURRY!" 

The line went dead, I stared dumbfounded at the handset. After a moment I explained the situation to Leroy as best I could. Leroy whipped out his cell phone and started scrolling thru phone numbers. 

"Listen Ron, one of the guys on my team from the gay softball league is an officer down at Metro lock up. Let me reach out to him, maybe he can help."

"You guys have your own softball league?"

Leroy did not look up as he punched in some number to his phone. "Yes Ron, us gay guys have our own league. What? You think we spend all our free time having sex?"

I looked at Leroy sheepishly. "Umm sort of..I mean I know you guys have that gay parade every year...but.."

Leroy waved his hand at me to hush up and started speaking into his phone.

After a few minutes Leroy ended his call. "OK Ron, we caught a break. My buddy knows the staff on duty today. He is going to have Beth taken to a private area and set aside the paperwork until we get down there. Let's go, I'll drive." We both stood up, as Leroy pulled car keys out of his pocket. "Beth selling her ass?" He shook his head. "Must be some kinda fuck up. Her and that brother of yours is good people. That lady got a heart of gold. Remember when I first moved in and Beth brought me something to welcome me to the neighborhood?"

Despite the situation I laughed at the memory. "If I recall Leroy, Beth brought you fried chicken, watermelon and a big bottle of grape soda."

Leroy smiled at me as we headed to the door. 'Yea Ron, but Beth did not do it in mean way. She may be clueless, but that girl does not have a mean bone in her body."

I turned off the house lights. "I know Leroy. Beth never really knew any black people growing up. When you moved in, she went on the internet to find out what to bring you."

Leroy nodded as we got into his car. "That's what I mean Ron. They just don't make people like Beth anymore. Come on lets go rescue my favorite white lady, and get this thing straightened out."

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Even with Leroy's connections, it still took us several hours to spring Beth from jail. Now driving home, Beth was in the back seat and she had calmed down a bit. Both Leroy and I were trying to keep a straight face as Beth told her story for the fourth time.

"It was just role playing." Beth said while trying to fix her mascara, which with all her crying had given her the appearance of a raccoon. "Cosmo said all couples should feel free to let their partner share in each others fantasy."

Leroy kept his eyes on the dark road and shook his head. "You hetro white folks got waayyyy to much time on your hands."

I glanced at Beth through the rear view mirror, a passing streetlamp illuminated her enough to show her embarrassment. Beth was wrapped in Leroy's old jersey from the trunk of his car. The jersey was so large, Beth was swimming in it. With her small frame, Beth could have used the jersey as a blanket. The jersey was needed, because when Beth was arrested she had on only a thigh length trench coat.

"Damn Cosmo is turning all you women into sluts." I muttered.

Beth spoke as she was dialing her cell phone. "Darn it Ron! It was not my fault. That police officer got it all wrong."

"Sure Beth, you show up at a well known, pick up-slash-hooker bar, dressed only in a trench coat. Than invite an undercover police officer to come out to your car in the parking lot to join you in the back seat. Gee what could possibly go wrong?"

Leroy chimed in. "Don't forget she charged him $20."

Beth's voice took on a whining tone. "I told you that's not what happened! William and I were supposed to meet at that bar. I accidentally locked my keys and purse in the car. I was trying to get the bartender to let me use the phone. That is when that that guy, who I did not know was a police officer, asked me what I needed. He took it the wrong way when I said I needed to get something in the back of my seat. I meant where my purse and cellphone where in the car, NOT what he was thinking."

Looking at Leroy, I could see we were both loosing the battle to hold in our giggles. "Ah Beth, what about the $20 you were going to charge him?"

Beth was getting frustrated. "Stop it you two! I did not charge that man $20 for sex! He asked how much? I thought he wanted money to get the door to my car unlocked. I said $20 because that was what I tipped the AAA road service guy last time this happened."

I started laughing so hard, tears were coming from my eyes, but Leroy had better control. "I understand Beth. Things like that must happen all the time. No doubt the main reason innocent people end up in prison." Then he began laughing. I do not know how Leroy kept the car on the road. 

"That's not funny!" Beth insisted. "The whole thing was horrible! Like I was trapped in some awful movie!"

"Too bad it was not 'The Wizard of OZ'," I said, wiping the tears from my face. "You could have asked the wizard to give you a brain, like the scarecrow." 

Beth tried to ignore our teasing by concentrating on her cell phone. "Why isn't William answering his phone!" Beth said as she snapped shut her cell. "I am going to kill that husband of mine!"

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Leroy dropped us off in front of Beth's house. We had no sooner walked to the front door when a tow truck pulled up. My brother, William's Prius was on the flatbed with two flat tires on the driver's side, plus what looked like some minor front bumper damage. William then exited the passenger side of the tow truck. William's face looked haggard, but it was not my brother's face I was looking at. You see, my brother William was fully dressed up in a sailor suit, complete with bell bottoms. As the closest Beth and William had ever been to a ship was the inflatable chairs in their swimming pool, I did not know if I should laugh or cry. 

Seeing one and another, William and Beth ran toward each other. Coming together, they started hugging as if it had been a reunion of years instead of mere hours. As I helped the tow truck driver lower William's Prius into the driveway, I could make out Beth's and William's conversation in between their kisses.

".ran off road...avoid a squirrel."

"..so worried..cavity search..handcuffs.."

"..dead cell phone battery...walked forever to find phone.."

"...charges dropped..car still at bar.."

".no call as I do not know your number, I always dial by name..."

I shook my head as I looked between my hugging, kissing relatives and the damaged Prius. The Tow Truck driver came up to me and took off his gloves. 

"Hey Buddy" He said, handing a clip board to me. "Can you sign this? I mean you're related right?"

"Yeah, he's my brother." I muttered as I signed the forms and slipped him a twenty dollar bill. "But I wonder if it is too late to ask Mom for a DNA test."

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A few months later, it was evening and Leroy was helping me put a Bullydog chip set in my Ford Powerstroke. My wife poked her head into the garage. "Ron, just got a call from your brother, William. He and Beth need your help at their place for a few minutes."

As the family "handyman", I was used to these calls for clogged drains, leaky faucets and such. It was kind of a trade off, as William and Beth always took our children with them on trips that involved more than Monster Truck Rallies. At first, I thought the kids would be bored at being dragged to things like a University exhibit on the Middle Ages. But Beth knew the kids, they always came back all excited about the suits of armor, and the cool collection of swords and battle axes. It was a clever way to trick them into learning.




Ivory Tower



Leroy decided to accompany me as I went over to William's house. Beth met us at the door wearing a short night robe. The inside of the living room was illuminated with lit candles and a blazing fire in the fireplace.

Leroy, ever the firefighter, raised his eyebrows at all the open flames. Beth blushed as she clinched her robe tighter. "It's our date night, we just finished decorating and got all the new living room furniture, Cosmo said we should.."

I waved Beth off. "Yea, Yea, Yea, I know Cosmo said you should bring ponies, handcuffs and trapezes into your love life. What's up? Where is William?"

"William is upstairs, we heard strange noises coming out of the attic. I called you because I do not want William to face whoever, whatever, is up there all by himself."

Leroy turned toward the door. "Ron, you go with William. I am going to look outside to see if there is any signs of break in or entrance."

I found William crouching underneath the trap door to the attic. He had a four "D" battery size flashlight in one hand, a golf club in the other hand. Intermittently, a thumping noise could be heard from the attic area.

Leroy returned to join us. "Guys I saw a small hole chewed in the outside attic screen. Looks to be a squirrel got in the attic. Best to let it find its way out." He looked at his wristwatch, which appear tiny on his huge wrist. "We can get a trap in the morning if the critter is still there, Hardware store is closed now."

Beth was peering over the top of the steps, ready to flee, as if the rodent were going to burst through the ceiling at any moment and said. "William, can't you guys get rid of it? It is freaking me out!"

William turned to us, and then said in a low voice. "Anything we can do?" He nodded with his chin at Beth "She is not going to relax with that thing rooting around. Beth is real big on these date nights. Know what I mean?"

Ten minutes later Leroy's massive bulk was creeping up the attic ladder, a burlap bag in one hand, the quad D battery flashlight in the other hand. I was behind him on the ladder, with William at the base of the ladder. Beth still manned her flight position at the end of the hallway stairs.

Leroy had just stuck his head into the attic and was shining the flashlight around when the furry face of a squirrel popped up in full glare of flashlight beam.

Leroy let out a quick yelp of surprise, as he and the squirrel were face to face, only inches apart. 

Then everything went to hell...

Leroy attempted to bag the squirrel with the burlap sack. The squirrel prompted jumped into Leroy's hair. Leroy dropped the burlap sack and flashlight to flail at the rodent on his scalp. I was blinded momentarily as the sack landed on my face. William fared much worse as the big flashlight struck him directly on the bridge of his nose, before it wheeled hitting him in his left eye.

It got worse as Leroy lost his balance, and fell back onto me. We both tumbled off the ladder landing on William in a pile on the floor. Then there was a blood-curling scream from Beth as the squirrel scampered around us, through Beth's legs and down the stairs into the living room.

We untangled from the heap and scrambled toward the stairs, just in time to see the panicky squirrel race directly into the fireplace, then exit, tail aflame to hide under Beth's new sofa.

Leroy, for all his size, was the first one down the stairs. He flipped the sofa, now on fire, upside-down. I was right behind him, as we grabbed throw pillows and started to chase the wild flaming squirrel around the living room, frantically beating out the small fires in its wake. Leroy managed to finally put the animal out of its misery and stop its arson with a well placed pillow, smothering the flaming creature. 

Then just when I thought it could not get worse....

A hysterical Beth screamed, "The SOFA!!, My SOFA!!"

Both Leroy and I spun around to face flames leaping off the overturned sofa.

"William!" I shouted at my stunned brother. "Get that God Damn Window open!" I pointed at the large living room picture window.

Leroy and I each grabbed an end of the sofa not yet on fire. William, with blood streaming out his nose, was frozen in place, one eye already starting to swell shut.

The sofa flames signed my hair. "William NOW! We gotten get this sofa outta HERE!" I shouted at my brother.

William came out of his daze, grabbed a big brass lamp and threw it at the large window, which made a sizable hole as the glass shattered.

" One! Two! Three! HEAVE!" yelled Leroy, as we tossed the fiery furniture out the window. It smashed through the shattered window, landing for a moment to crush Beth's prize rose bushes, before rolling into a blazing mass of kindling on the front lawn.

Suddenly, everything was silent, save the crackling of the burning sofa outside on the lawn. Leroy whipped out his cell and started punching in some numbers. I glanced around to make sure no more sparks were about.

Beth surveyed the room, huge burn marks all over her new rug, throw pillows blacked with bits of cooked squirrel, and smoke now coating the walls. The front window was showing remnants of glass fragments around the frame edges. Beth covered her eyes with both hands and started sobbing uncontrollably.

William put his hand on my shoulder as he walked me to the door. I saw his bloody nose, swollen eye in the glimmer of the flickering sofa fire. William gave me a half smile sounding exasperated as he said. "Ron, I really want to say Thank You...but I..I just..I..just..can't, I really..just can't."

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Several months had passed since the incident we now referred to as "The Great Squirrel Hunt & Barbeque". Using my building contacts, I had been able to source Beth and Williams large plate glass window within a few days. The Insurance Company had naturally played their games, delaying the claim, and generally just dragging their feet before paying for replacement furniture. 

This evening my wife and I were home having our own "Date Night". For my wife, who had just ended a twelve hour shift on the ER floor, this meant her laying on our living room sofa, a movie on the DVD player and her feet in my lap, while I kneaded the bottom of her soles. Now any wise male spouse knows that diamonds may be a girl's best friend, but if you want to get any husband points-Rub Her Feet! 

Judging by the contented noises my wife was making as I massaged her instep, confidence was "high" I would be making similar contented noises later that night in our bedroom.

William and Beth had invited us to go skydiving as part of a team building exercise William's department at school was doing. I had no desire to throw myself out of a perfectly good airplane, but was amusing myself to see if I could talk my wife into it.

"Come on Honey," I said, never stopping my ministrations on her feet. "It's only one time. Even an idiot will try anything once."

My wife replied without ever opening her eyes. "Yes Ron, an idiot will try anything once. That is why they are an idiot. Now if we were....." 

Suddenly, the front door burst open and a frantic Beth erupted into our living room. She was holding my crying nephews in each arm. I was shocked at Beth's appearance. Beth was balancing on 4 inch spiked heels, wearing a long platinum blond haired wig that reached to her shoulders, and she was clad only in a tiny red sequined G string. Two tassels with pasties barely covered the nipples of each breast and Beth had gold glitter all over her body. Beth looked like she had just climbed off a stripper pole.

"RON THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE!" Beth screamed. "YOU GOTTA COME HELP! WILLIAM IS TRAPPED IN THE BEDROOM!"

I jumped up so fast the movement knocked my wife right off the sofa. She fell to the floor landing on her rump. Reaching Beth, I pulled both crying children out of her grip. I then turned to my wife, but she had already scrambled to the phone and was dialing 911.

I dropped the still crying kids onto the sofa, than twirled to face Beth. "Jesus Christ! OK OK-Beth, I am going to get William outta there! Do you know where the fire started? Where has it spread?"

Beth was almost hysterical. "RON, WHAT DOES THAT MATTER! WE GOTTA SAVE WILLIAM!"

I was already heading to the door, hopping on one foot trying to put on my shoes. "Beth, please calm down. I need to know where the fire was at so I can figure how to get into the house. Is the doorway and stairs clear?"

Beth was following me as I ran out of my home, she seemed to be willing herself to calm down. "Ron it started in the bedroom. I was doing a striptease I learned in Cosmo and knocked over some candles. The curtains caught fire. I tried to put them out, but William yelled at me to grab the boys and get out!"

I had reached my truck, pulling open the cab to retrieve a fire extinguisher I kept there. "Beth was the stairs clear? How did you get the kids out?"

Beth was toddering behind me on her "Fuck me here hard " spiked shoes, still trying to hold it together. "I don't remember Ron! There was smoke all around us when we ran down the stairs."

"Shit" I muttered opening my garage door to grab the ten foot ladder. I turned to almost run into Beth who was right on my back. "Beth you stay here. Go out to the street to direct the firefighters when they arrive."

"Ron I can't stand and do nothing! "Beth pointed to their second story window. "My husband is up there!"

I could see she was about to erupt again. Shoving Beth toward the street. I said "We don't have time for this horseshit! Get your happy ass to the curb NOW!"

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I used the fire extinguisher to break open my brother William's bedroom window. The extinguisher was a small unit, good for maybe kitchen grease fires and such, but it was better than nothing. Getting only a few cuts, I tumbled into the smoke filled room. Keeping low I cradled the fire extinguisher in my arm trying to locate William and the source of the smoke.

"WILLIAM" I yelled out, immediately regretting it, as my lungs filled with smoke and sent me coughing. 

Then I heard Williams voice.

"RON? RON? RON GET OUT OF HERE!"

Williams voice was coming from their four poster bed in the corner. I crawled over there, and peeked my head up over the mattress.

William was spread out, naked on the bed. And Jesus H Christ -both his wrists were handcuffed to the headboards pillars!

William was coughing as he turned his head to me. "Ron get the hell out of here!"

I tried to hide my shock. "Yea right William and let Mom kick my ass again like when we were kids for leaving you behind. Not a chance! Where are the handcuffs keys Houdini?" 

"On the edge of the dresser." William said, coughing and pointing with his chin and foot.

I stumbled in the smoke toward the dresser, but tripped over something, and fell slamming into the dresser. I than watched with horror as the key fell off the dresser, dropped onto the floor, bouncing once, before sliding down into the openings of the heating grate.

"SON OF A BITCH!" I yelled, as the key made its way to furnace in the basement. Smoke filling my lungs reminding me not take any deep breaths.

Crawling back onto Williams bed I started tugging at the handcuffs attached to one of the bed posts.

"Ron, where is the key?" William coughed at me.

The smoke was getting so thick I could not see Williams face clearly anymore. "Ah problem with that William. Got any more keys?" I said tugging harder on the cuff. The damn bed was solid oak, I know as I had helped William drag it piece by piece up the stairs.

"NO Ron. Now get outta here!" William tried to kick me off the bed with his legs. "Beat it Big Brother! Take care of Beth and my boys!" 

My shoulders strained and I felt the veins rise in my forehead as I pulled on the handcuff. "Take care of Beth yourself!" I said thru gritted teeth. "You know my wife won't let me have a harem!" 

I thought I felt a slight give on the headboard when a fit of coughing overwhelmed me. Next thing I knew I was flat on the floor, trying to get up, but my body refused to move. I felt some heat, than my vision began to gray out. I kept willing myself to stand, but reality was fading away. 

"So this is how it ends?" I thought. "I know my wife will take care of our children, I hope she can be happy."

My body began to ascend, I saw a bright light coming closer to me. 

Damn it! I knew what this meant! I was not ready to leave, and I would fight Saint Peter himself at the gates of Heaven or Hell!

I was trying to struggle when a deep voice filled my ears. "Relax Ron. I got you now. It is going to be OK. I am taking you out of here. You did well, relax."

"Fuck OFF!" I struck out with the last of my energy. I hit something solid. Now I was confused, when did the grim reaper get an earthy body?

"OUCH, Son of Bitch Ron, that hurt!" Suddenly cool air washed over my face, as something was placed on my mug. The deep voice continued. "Calm the fuck down before I kick you and that candy ass Truck of yours!"

I knew that voice! I popped open my eyes and was looking into the face of Leroy! He was holding in his arms me like a baby, his oxygen mask on my face. 

"William...William.." I croaked out, not sure if Leroy understood as he had held his mask on my face.

Leroy knew what I wanted and turned us to face the bed. William's bedroom was crowded with firefighters in various colored gear. The bright lights on their helmets cutting through the smoke. One firefighter was working on William, who also had a firefighter's facemask on him feeding oxygen. Another fireman started a chain saw device and began to cut thru the headboard with one of the handcuffs attached. Two other firefighters had snaked a hose through the window and were making short work of the fire.

The chainsaw barked as it cut thru the first headboard. As the firefighter started on the second handcuff pillar, the chainsaw growled to a halt. After a few seconds he turned to Leroy. "Damn thing jammed on us again!"

Leroy threw me over one shoulder as if I were weightless. I saw him grab a fire ax from one of the firefighters. The fire ax looked like a small hatchet in Leroy's massive paw.

"Move!" Leroy barked at the men assembled around William's bed. Like Paul Bunyan of yore, Leroy swung the fire ax in a mighty arc. In only two blows, the post with the remaining handcuff fell like a sapling.

Handing the ax back, Leroy strode toward the window and passed me out the window to an awaiting paramedic.

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My wife was by my side as I sat on the edge of the Fire Rescue Truck sucking oxygen. We were awaiting the ambulance to arrive, because despite my protests, my wife was getting my ass to the hospital. She made sure I understood it was not a request. A sizable crowd had gathered, drawn by the fire trucks, lights and sirens. I saw Beth was wearing a coat over her "stripper" apparel. She was bouncing from one foot to the other trying to keep an eye on her bedroom window, while being restrained by a police officer enforcing crowd control.

A huge cheer rose up from the large assembly of our neighbors and several started clapping as Leroy emerged from the bedroom window. Leroy ascended the ladder with William slung over his shoulder. William was naked as the day he was born, with the handcuffs dangling off both wrists, pieces of the wooden headboard posts still attached . Judging from the amount of flashes it seemed everyone down below was recording the moment on their cellphones to be widely posted on facebook pages and Utube. I had no doubt William will be getting a lot more exposure then he wanted on the internet soon. 

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In the end, both William and I were kept overnight for observation before being released the next day. The damage to the Williams house was not too bad, true the bedroom would need to be gutted, but the rest was mainly smoke and water damage.

Now we all love William and Beth, but I cannot tell you how relieved I was when I saw a big pile of Cosmo magazines out by the curb the following trash day.

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The following story you have read is true, the names and places have been changed to protect the REALLY foolish. Don't believe me? Ask any First Responder (Firefighter, police officer, paramedic, etc.) and they will have much more amazing accounts then my tale above. Some say the devil never has to do any work, as people get into plenty of trouble on their own. 



Ivory



First things first, I needed to get some deep heat on my arm. I walked up the stairs still humming Ivory. I stopped because I heard some noise coming from our bedroom. I walked slowly to our bedroom door, and softly pushed it opened.

Ivy was on all fours on our bed, getting fucked from behind by some guy that I didn't recognize. I gave a loud gasp, and went into some type of mental shock. Somehow, I just couldn't believe my eyes. Ivy must have heard my gasp, because she stopped fucking the guy, although he was still inside of her.

"AJ, would you go downstairs to the kitchen. As soon as I am done here, I will be down to explain everything to you," she said.

I turned and walked down the stairs to the kitchen table in a daze. Fifteen minutes or so later, she came down wearing a robe, and dragging a small suitcase behind her.

"AJ, I'm sorry that you had to see that. I didn't want you to find out that way. I sent the kids to my folk's house for the weekend. I planned on telling you this weekend that our marriage is over and that I filed for divorce today. You should get the papers served on you either Tuesday or Wednesday," she said.

I just stared at her, and then mouth the word, "Why?"

"I still love you, but not the way a wife should love her husband. My first husband Kevin was my soulmate. When we made love, the electricity just flowed between us. He would just touch me sexually, and I would have an organism. When Kevin and I made love, I would at least have four or five organisms. No man has ever made love to me like Kevin did. You're a good lover, but not like Kevin. I could get off from your lovemaking, but not that often. "

She continued, "Ever since I met you, I was fucking different men, trying to find the one that would light my fire. You were my security blanket. I always had you to fall back to. You were a kind and loving husband and a good father to the children. All through our marriage, I must have fucked a different guy every month. Hell, I am not even sure if our two children are really yours."

"Then Doug came to work at the bank. When Doug and I made love, he sent that same flow of electricity through me. I knew that I had found my new soulmate. I am sorry about all of this, AJ. I packed a bag with some of your clothes. I'll pack the rest up this weekend and put them out by the storage shed. You can pick them up any time after this weekend," she said.

I was just staring at her all the time she spoke to me. I never said a word, or asked any questions.

She continued, "Don't fight me on the divorce. We'll split everything 50/50. We can both keep our retirements, but you will have to pay me the difference between the retirements to make it fair. Also, you'll have to pay child support, but no support maintenance to me. If you don't go along with this, I will make it very difficult for you to see the children."

I just stared at her.

"For god sakes, AJ, say something," she snapped.

I continued to stare at her without saying a word.

She got up and walked up the stairs, without a word or a look back.

A couple of minutes after she disappeared from sight, I got up and grabbed my cell phone which had been recording the whole conversation. I grabbed the bag she packed with my right arm. Ouch, that hurt. All during that time, I had forgotten about my injured arm. 

I switched the bag to my other hand and left the house. I put the bag in the Expedition, got in and drove around aimlessly. Somehow I ended up back at the bowling alley.

It seemed like forever since she dropped the bomb on me, in reality it was just over an hour. I'm not sure why I stopped there, I guess I had no place else to go to. When I walked into the bowling alley, the guys were still sitting at the table. They must have just finished bowling.

"Hey look what the cat just dragged in," Terry hooted.

"Wow you look awful," Nick said.

"What happened to you?" Dave asked.

I sat down at the table with tears running down my cheeks. I laid my head on my hands on the table and started to sob. They looked at me with stunned faces. After I had calmed down, they worked the story out of me.

"I can't believe that bitch," Ralph said.

I looked around at the guys, and noticed both Terry and Dave had their cell phones out and they were talking on them. Ralph and Nick were trying to cheer me up.

Terry said, "I just talked with my cousin. He practices family law and is a really good divorce attorney. He wants to meet with you at lunch time tomorrow."

Dave spoke up, "My brother has a farm with a big empty shed. He'll let me barrow his truck and trailer to move all your stuff to his shed for storage."

"I have a spare bedroom that you can stay in until you find a place," Nick said.

We talked strategy over a pitcher of beer and made a plan. We agreed to meet at my house right after my soon to be ex-wife leaves to take the kids to school and goes to work. 

We got a few other friends to help. One guy was to be the spy, keeping tabs on Ivy and letting us know if she leaves the bank. It is nice to have friends. They all planned to take Friday off to help me.

Friday morning right after Ivy left with the kids, two pickup trucks with trailers were at my storage shed getting all my stuff. There was nothing in the shed that belonged to Ivy. I was in the house packing up all the rest of my possessions and clothes.

I met with Marty, my attorney at noon. While we had sandwiches in his office, I retold my tale of the last couple of days. I told him about our financial situation. Ivy took care of the gas for her car, groceries, hers and the children's expenses. I took care of the house payment, taxes, household expenses and maintenance, the maintenance of both cars, and any other expenses that occurred. We both had our own retirement funds. I made three times as much at Ford, as Ivy did at the bank.

Marty asked, "What just did I want to do when I received the divorced papers?"

"I want to fight her tooth and nail. If I am going down, I plan on fighting to the bitter end," I told him. "Marty, I want to cash out my retirement and put it in a trust fund for my kids' college fund. I want you to be the trustee of the trust fund for both Linda, and David. I don't care if I'm their biological father or not. I raised them as my kids, and I will take care of their college fund.  I know that Ivy won't."

"The judge might buy setting up a trust fund with your retirement money for the children's education," he said.

What I didn't tell him is that I was getting the rest of my money out of dodge. There was no way that cunt was getting any of my money. When I got done with her in the divorce, I planned to leave the fucking bitch broke.

I moved most of my money overseas into a secure bank. I had the guys slowly sell off all of my possessions that were in the farm storage shed. I sold my Expedition and bought a junker.

I had Marty set up another trust fund for both kids which had one-hundred- thousand dollars to be split between the two of them. The trust would pay each of them one-hundred dollars a month. Any additional withdrawals would need the Marty's approval. When each of my kids reached twenty-five, their portion of trust fund would be turned over to them. Then they could do with it as they pleased, without any strings attached.

At that time, David was eight years old, and Linda was six. The fifty grand each would last them at least forty years if they stayed on course and didn't deplete it when they got twenty-five.

Marty was to monitor them and make sure Ivy didn't take their money and spend it on herself. I had setup specific guidelines on just how the money could be used.

Chapter Five

I got served the divorce papers on the following Tuesday. She sued for irreconcilable difference, and we counter sue for infidelity. She got pissed and with held the kids from me. We ended up going to court so I could get visitation rights for the kids. The divorce didn't go the way Ivy had planned for it to go. I fought her on every turn. We finally ended up in court. We couldn't agree on anything. I had quit my job at Ford, and financial documents that showed I am cash poor. I prepaid my attorney a huge retainer to handle all the work that I am throwing his way. We have been fighting over this divorce for the last six months.

In court, she claimed that I had more than $500,000, but she and her attorney couldn't prove it. She was pissed that I had set up trust funds for the kid's education and their wellbeing. Her attorney tried to get the judge to dissolve both trust funds. 

The judge ruled that the trust funds were legal because they were for the kids only, with no way for me to access them. Next, they turned their attention to getting twice as much child support as the normal guidelines provide. 

"Your Honor, may I address the bench?" I asked.

"Go ahead, Mr. Smith."

"Your honor I have reasonable doubt that David, and Linda are not my children," I said.

Ivy jumped up screaming, "You lying son of a bitch they are to your kids!"

The judge bangs his gavel a few times. "Counselor would you please keep your client under control, or I will have her removed from my courtroom," he said.

Ivy's attorney is busy trying to calm her down.

The judge turned his attention to me. "Now just what causes you to make that statement Mr. Smith," he said.

"Your Honor if I could play this recording on my cell phone, which might proof my statement?" I asked.

Ivy's attorney stood up, "Your Honor I object, we haven't heard this recording, and we have no way to determine if this recording is actual and factual," he stated.

"Objections noted, but I would like to hear the recording. Then I will rule if I will admit it as evidence," the judge said. "Play the recording, Mr. Smith."

I played the whole recording of her admitting to her numerous affairs, and saying that she didn't know if the kids were really mine or not. When the recording is finished, I turned it off and looked at the judge. He looked pissed.

The judge snapped, "Counselors please approach the bench."

There is a lot of whispering and arguing, finally both attorneys returned to their tables.

"I am recessing this case for twenty days. I want Mr. and Mrs. Smith and their children, David and Linda, subjected to parental DNA tests. I expect these results to be complete by the time we come back to court for this case," he said.

Twenty days later we are in court. I am still in the reserves so I wore my full dress uniform, with all my metals and ribbons. I wanted the judge to know that I am a highly decorated veteran. The DNA tests confirmed the kids were mine, as I expected they would. I just wanted to keep Ivy off guard and pissed.

In discovery, I had to produce the last three years of tax returns. The returns showed that I made $91,000 from Ford, and Ivy made $31,200 at the bank. With my bonus figured in, I made $1750.00 per week. After taxes, I brought home around $1300.00. When the judge agreed with Ivy on what my child support, spousal maintenance, house payment, taxes, and maintenance would be, I was left with $250 per week to live on. 

"Your Honor, may I speak?" I asked.

"Go ahead, Mr. Smith."

"I'm the victim here. I didn't ask her to cheat and become a slut. I never did anything wrong. I have always been a good provider. I loved her; I love my children. She got the house she wanted, and all the toys to go with the house. She got the car she wanted. She got all the men she wanted. But, I am the one who gets punished here. How is that fair? Where is the justice?" I said.

"Mr. Smith that is the way the law is set up. We are a law abiding society and must live with the laws as they are written," he responded to me.

"Your Honor this is supposed to be a fifty-fifty split state. I don't see a fifty-fifty split here," I said.

"With children involved the split becomes different," he replied.

"Your Honor I have no way to pay. I don't have a job and I don't have any type of income. The rest of my savings is tied up in the trust funds for my children. I have no way to make these types of payments," I said.

"Well Mr. Smith you will just have to get your old job back, or find a different job. As of right now those payments stand," he said.

"Your Honor, I was in the army for eight years, three tours between Iraq and Afghanistan. Over there the main law was to survive. You watched your buddy's back and he watched yours. You took no chances, because one mistake and your life could end, or the life of your buddy. Do you know what is like to watch your one of your buddies get their head blown apart, and their brains and blood splattered all over you? Or, to have a RPG hit your vehicle, and have pieces of shrapnel flying around the inside of the Hummer slicing up your friends. There is honor there. Ivy's actions have shown a total lack of honor," I said. 

"Mr. Smith we all appreciate your valuable service to our country, but that has nothing to do with this divorce case. Is there anything else that you would like to add?" he asked.

"Yes Your Honor,"

"Go ahead, Mr. Smith."

"Just suppose for the sake of argument that instead of me standing here, you have a different person who is a decorated soldier of the desert wars. Unknown to you this soldier suffers from post-traumatic stress disorder. Somehow, he ends up with a pistol in his hands. Just how the gun got there is unknown. Bang! One shot between the eyes of the judge, and bang, one shot between the eyes of his soon to be ex-wife. All this happens in about five seconds. He puts the gun down on the table, and sits down in his chair with his hands behind his head," I paused for a second to catch my breath.

"The bailiff secures the soldier and takes him to a holding cell, and then on to jail. Meanwhile, the judge and the ex-wife are both dead. The soldier tells his attorney to contact the army, and tell them what happened. The army swoops down with a couple of jag officers, and some doctors. They wave a bunch of writs and grab the soldier. They take the soldier back to Washington. After a few years of observation and testing, the soldier declared free of post-traumatic stress disorder and released from all pending charges.

"Now, Your Honor, the soldier is free, and both the judge and the ex-wife are still dead. But, that is the law. Is it a good law for the judge and the ex-wife? The judge is dead and his family is mourning the judge's death. The ex-wife is dead, but nobody will mourn her loss. The law is on the side of the soldier. Is this what you call justice?"

Well you can imagine that the judge was very pissed, and wanted me strung up on charges, but ended up just citing me for contempt of court. I was given the choice of thirty days in jail or one thousand-dollar fine. Since I don't have any money, and no job to go to, I took the thirty days. But, it wasn't so bad in there. I was some kind of hero for standing up to the judge like that. In addition, being a war vet helped my standings in jail. I am finishing up writing this story in the county jail, compliments of my divorce case judge. I guess that he didn't appreciate my story of how the law should work. . Now back to finishing the story.

Epilog

After my thirty days are finished, I was released. Marty was there to pick me up. He took me back to my tiny apartment where he had my junker parked in its proper space. He filled me in on what had happened in the last thirty days. It seems that the bank got nervous and transferred Doug to the Dallas office. Marty never did hear if Doug's wife divorced him. Ivy was demoted to teller. She ended up filling in at different banks where they were short of help for a day. She took a five-dollar cut in pay also.

The next day I went to the Ford offices and talked to my former boss. We had set up before the divorce that once I was ready, they would rehire me and send me to their new plant in Camacari, Brazil. 

Marty got me some time with my kids before I left. A week later, I boarded a plane for New York, where I would take a plane to the Cayman Islands. I spent a week there resting and had $200,000 transferred to my bank in Camacari. I left the Cayman Islands for my new home, Camacari.

After a couple of months there, I met Maria Amanda Garcia. Maria was three-quarters Brazilian and one-quarter Italian, extremely beautiful, with light Spanish features. She was tall, 5'8", maybe weighed 125 pounds, with long black hair, brown eyes, hourglass figure (36-25-35). She had a beautiful three-year-old daughter Monique, named after her grandmother. Maria was a widow; her husband had been killed in a car accident two years before we met. She got a huge settlement from the driver's family. Also, her family was very well to do.

Within three months we were married, and four months later our son Victor was born. He was named after Maria's father. We purchased a nice five-bedroom house. I got a heck of a deal on the house. I wired my bank in the Caymans, and had them transfer another $200,000. Maria kicked in $200,000 also. The $400,000.00 cover the agreed upon price for the house.

On night, I got a call from Marty. "AJ, Ivy messed up with her new boyfriend, and got caught embezzling money from her bank. The kids are staying at her sister's house for the time being. I think it would be a good time for you to try to get custody of your children. Ivy is probably going to jail for two to five years." 

"Wow that would be great if you could get my children for me. You know that I am married to a beautiful lady named Maria. She has a daughter from a previous marriage, and we have a little boy together," I said.

Marty came through and my two children joined us here in Camacari. Denise, Ivy's daughter from her marriage with Kevin, decided to live with Ivy's sister in Michigan.

Sometimes the good guy wins, and the bitch is in jail.




I would like to thank my two editors who help make this story readable. Barney R did the initial editing and Brad Carpenter who did the final editing. Thanks to both for helping to correct all the errors. I did do some minor revision to this story, and as always all mistakes and errors are mine.