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A Slut?

By: ambise



"Do you think I'm a slut?"

The sudden question arked across the room like a rocket, shaking Steve from his reading. He looked up, contemplating his wife curled up on the opposite sofa, well I know you're a slut he thought, just the best fuck toy I've ever had.

"So you do, don't you, think I'm a slut!"

"What prompted this? You know I adore you," replied Steve.

"That's not an answer."

Steve moved across to the sofa she was sitting on, sitting next to her he put one arm around her to comfort her, and with the other stroked her cheek softly.

"What's brought this on?"

"Oh," Jill sighed "I was going down in the lift at work today, and the IT Manager who was in the lift, looked me up and down, and as we were alone said he hadn't realised I had such a tremendous rack. I went bright crimson, and looked away. He continued however, saying he wouldn't mine giving me a good seeing too, whenever I was up for it, and then simply stepped out of the lift as it stopped at the next floor, whistling a happy tune. It took all my composure to get back to my desk, but I couldn't concentrate all afternoon. He even sent me an email later, saying thanks for the mammaries and would I like lunch this Friday."

"I mean do I look like a tramp?"

Steve surveyed his wife, she was wearing a smart white business blouse buttoned down the front, which struggled to contain her ample breasts, the buttons unable to close entirely, revealing the hint of a white bra cup. Well at the least the Techie was justified in commending her rack, he mused. He looked further down and admired her firm shapely legs tightly tucked underneath he taught derriere. 

"So do I look like a slut?"

"Jill you just have to realise that some women are just put on this earth for the pleasure of men and too be fucked. You've got a fabulous body, and those tits are always going to advertise the fact that your one of those women." 

At that moment, he eased apart the buttons on her shirt, and cupped her right breast, gently squeezing it through the lacy bra. 

"No you don't dress like a slut, but you know you're a slut and there's nothing wrong with that. You like being fucked and ensuring a man enjoys having you. You give a great tit fuck with these 34F specials." 

He moved his hand inside the bra, and rolled the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, Jill started to moan quietly.

"You take it enthusiastically every way, you give one of the best blow jobs I've ever had. You deep throat and swallow. You love getting banged up in the arse, what more can a man want from you?"

His hand released the hardening nipple, and moved down her flat, toned stomach. He moved further across and then his hand went underneath her black business skirt, prized her legs apart slightly, and moved his hand toward the silk gusset of her knickers. He moved it to the side and without prompting slid two finger into her twat, which was already wet.

"And I think any man would give a King's ransom to fuck this pussy - it's one of the best trained, I've ever had and a tight as a duck's arse. It's this hairy clam I love best! It's like riding a Lipizzaner, once you've done it, never forgotten."

Jill began to squirm, responding to the probing fingers, and the thumb massaging her clit, her hips began to buck and her breath quickened.

"So in answer to do you look like a slut - no, but are you a slut - yes and you love being one. I knew from first time I saw you that you were probably a randy cunt between the sheets. Men can usually guess. You might try to hide your attributes but your eyes will always give away what a wanton bitch you are."

He moved a third finger into her pussy, and leaning forward nibbled her ear. 

"What part of you hasn't been used sexually? You even give a decent foot wank. You have had well over 15 serous partners - god knows how many simple shags - and been had by a range of nationalities who all appreciate a women's submission. I mean when I first met you, you were getting screwed every weekend in Paris, with me only having you Monday to Thursday. From that I gleaned from that original episode, you enjoy variety."

"Probably" she replied "I was also seeing the Finance Director at the same time" she smirked.

"So you're not a slut then?"

His head moved toward her right breast and through the blouse and bra, he bit into her nipple.

"Yes, yes, I am" she squealed.

"Tart" he growled as he pushed a fourth finger into her increasingly wet twat.

"Ah! Ah! Fuck me, please fuck me" her hips thrusting against his hand.

"Not just yet."

With his free hand he ripped open the blouse and yanked the bra up to expose her proud tits. He roughly slapped both breasts repeatedly so that they reddened. His mouth devoured both nipples in turn, again and again. If he could choose to die happy it would be between these mounds. She gasped as she approached an orgasm. He suddenly removed his hand from her twat, and stood up above her, ordering her to strip. She removed the remnants of her shirt and unclipped her bra, unzipping her skirt and removing her knickers. She started to unclip her black stockings from the suspenders but his hand stopped her, indicating they should remain. He in turn unzipped his fly and brought out his hard, rigid dick, pushing it toward her mouth. She smiled and gently kissed the bell-end. Kissing it lightly, she opened wider to accept more of his member. Steve took a fistful of her blonde locks and simply but rapidly pushed her head down onto his cock till it hit the back of her throat. He smiled, thinking what an accommodating bitch she is, he increased the pace fucking her mouth as hard as he would a pussy. His cock entered her throat, she didn't even gag but tightened her lips around the base of his shaft. Jill felt him tense, his cock seemed to harden further and then jerk and spasm as he unloaded his cum into her. He came copiously, she feared she wouldn't be able to swallow it all. Steve continued to thrust hard into her mouth as he spent every last drop of his spunk. His cock popped out of Jill's lips as he sank back into the sofa. However, Jill was far from finished and greedily returned to his softening member. Pulling the foreskin back, Jill licked him clean of his cum. Steve patted the back of her head, savouring the fact that she was such a dutiful wench.

"You're such a good girl, I think you do deserve a good seeing to."

Jill looked up into his eyes, momentarily releasing his cock, saying "Yes, please Sir."

Finishing cleaning the remnants of cum, she eased back into the sofa and spread her legs, proudly displaying her lightly downed cunt. Steve smiled as he contemplated the gates of paradise, her pussy lips red and moistened in anticipation. Jill cupped both her breasts, kneading them and tweaking her enlarged nipples, her legs parted wider and her hips gently rolled back and forth. Steve traced his finger down the centre of her pussy, lightly caressing both lips, Jill moaned in anticipation.

"Play with yourself, I want to see you cum."

Jill complied, bringing her left hand too her clit, which she started to rub vigorously. Steve adjusted his position and slipped his index finger into her anus and his thumb into her twat. As her gripped her tightly, Jill raised her hips and began to thrust back. 

"So why did you stop going to Paris, I thought you enjoyed his cock, especially up your arse?" Steve enquired. 

He pushed his finger and thumb further, increasing the pressure, Jill groaned in pleasure.

"Mmmm, yes he knew how to use it, ahh, ahh, it wasn't as big as yours but he certainly knew how to fuck a girl, ohh that's so good."

Jill slipped two fingers into her cunt, thrusting them rapidly in and out and palming her clit, she felt the orgasm growing within her.

"So why stop? I would have been happy to share this pussy."

Steve pushed into her harder, Jill's breath quickened further and she gasped, struggling to answer.

"I know but I needed to move on, it wasn't just him, he was sharing me with his colleagues, I felt like a whore."

"Didn't you enjoy?"

"I did a bit, but it was getting a bit much not knowing who and how many I would be being screwed by each weekend. A couple of them were real animals and Anton used to enjoy watching them giving me a thorough and proper roasting. They would repeatedly cum in every orifice, I would end up so sore I could hardly walk by Sunday. Then Anton would insist on sloppy seconds or thirds."

Steve felt his cock hardening.

"Sounds excellent, we'll have to try it."

He removed his hand, and rapidly replaced it with his cock, which he rammed up her twat, Jill arched her back, allowing him deeper access. He pistoned in and out, quickening the pace as Jill marched his thrusts. 

"Fuck that's good" she exclaimed as they both started to orgasm. 

Steve left his cock buried deep in her pussy, lying on top of her.

"You know I think you should screw around again, at least a little bit, I wouldn't mind and the variety would be good for you. You were always insatiable when you came back from Paris, like a bitch in heat!"

"You're not serious, I am only your slut now, obedient only to your desires and fetishes."

"Well my delicious little slut, I want to see you getting pounded by another cock."

He squeezed her left breast tightly and as he looked into her eyes, he said:

"I think we'll start with your Techie with the boob fetish. He deserves a decent fuck."

"Oh no, not him, he works with me."

"Exactly, and as your my slut, you'll sleep with whoever and whenever, I say. Understand?"

"Yes, sir!" she smiled.

"Now go and get your phone" he slapped her on the bum and pushed her off the sofa.

He admired her swaying breasts as she walked back to him, clutching her phone, which she handed to him. He looked up her emails and found the invite from the Techie.

"Now I know he'll have no complaints about your tits, wonder if he would prefer a shaven pussy?"

Jill blushed, Steve typed out a reply - Lunch on Friday fine, but you'll need to book a half-day if you want to fully enjoy the rack. He added do you prefer ladies shaven or hairy? He pressed send. 

"You bastard, I can't believe you sent that" Jill her eyes wide in disbelief but she laughed as well.

Despite the late time of day, the phone beeped in immediate response, Steve looked up the email, the Techie was obviously still awake..

"Shaven" he nodded toward Jill.

She buried her head in the sofa cushions in embarrassment, her butt raised up. Shame to waste it thought Steve, his cock firming yet again. He placed his bell-end at her anal rose and pushed in. Jill shrieked, but Steve impaled her before she could resist. I am going to enjoy this he thought as began to hammer into her.

A Slut, a Vibrator, and a Ball Gag



Slut's clit is very small, a mere bump, a deeply sensitive bump. While it is small, the sensitivity is large. A mere brush with a vibrator makes "slut" tremble. Tonight, I am going to make "slut" ooze, squirm, and cum like the whore she is.

There are no names when we play this game; she is "slut" and I am "master." During the day she may be a bank manager and I an insurance salesman. When she calls me to tell me that she's been a "very bad girl" she becomes slut. 

Slut presented herself to me. Slut's eyes are cast down. She is completely naked and shaved smooth. In her right hand there is an 8 inch all white vibrator. In slut's left hand is a large black ball gag. Upon command, she bends over to reveal that she is wearing the black rubber butt plug. 

"Assume the position." I order.

Slut walks over to a bench and lays down on her back. I take the ball gag from her hand and inserted in her mouth. Her dirty blonde hair hangs down over the bench while the black ball gag glistens in the faint light. I removed handcuffs from my pockets. I cuff slut's arms to the bench; then I shackle her legs. She whimpered slightly as the last restraints are in place. 

She's still holding the white vibrator. I take it from her hand. I roll the vibrator in front of her face letting her gaze on the cool ridged plastic as I turned the vibrator on to a very slow setting. I playfully touch the vibrator to her nose. I drag the humming toy across her lips, down her belly and on to her cunt. With my other hand, I part her cunt lips and barely touch slut's little bump with a tip of the vibrator. A slow deep moan escapes from the ball gag. I barely touched the clit and already she's beginning to leak from her slit.  

I ease the vibrator on her clit pushing ever so slightly against that magic button. I now begin to slowly rub the length of the vibrator up and down her slit. More juices begin to seep out. Slut begins to push her hips up trying to maneuver her cunt so the vibrator slips inside. I always keep it just out of reach. 

I glance over her shoulder and she's beginning to lick the ball gag. Slut gives great head, using her tongue for maximum effect. That is for another day. Every so often, her pink tongue slips beyond the edge of the ball gag. I know she is beginning to get really worked up. I changed tactics.

Slut's breasts are enormous. At the tip of each of these massive breasts lies a sensitive pink nipple. I take the vibrator from her cunt and begin to gently massage each nipple as they stand at attention. 

The moaning from underneath the ball gag is almost constant now. Her hips her undulating seeking some type of relief. She is moving towards a fevered pitch. I bury the vibrator between her soft breasts. 

I stand to remove my clothes. My manhood popped out; the deep dark blue veins framing the rigid rod. Slut glances at my penis and a deep guttural moan slip her lips. I aimed right at her face and slowly stroke my rod several times. 

"Not yet" I mutter. 

I withdraw the vibrator and turn it on high. She whimpers. 

Avoiding her tiny clit I slowly, ever so slowly, ease the vibrator inside her now drenched cunt. Slut bucks trying to plunge the vibrator into her waiting pussy. Every time she bucks, I slip the vibrator out of her cunt. 

She has no control and I controlled everything. 

"You'll cum when I say so," I bark at her.

Soon she was stock still. She is fight hard to stay still. I linger making her stay still. 

"Do you want this plastic cock in you cunt?" I ask with mocking sincerity.

She shakes her head yes with a look of want and desperation in her eyes.

"You are such a cunt!" I yell. 

"Aren't you a cunt?" I ask.

She shakes her head yes.

"You are a very pretty girl with a gag in your mouth; all you need is a nice coating of cum." I tease her.

"You like my cum, don't you?" I playful ask.

As she begins to shake her head yes, I plunge, all at once, the vibrator deep into her cunt. I feel the bump as the vibrator bottoms out inside her. Forcefully I continue to plunge the vibrator inside her wet slit. She is fucking the vibrator now and I let her. Without warning, I pull the slick vibrator out. 

It is time for the clit. I work it hard. First, I circle her clit, never quite touching it but always on the verge of touching. Slut has tears of frustration and anticipation leaking from her eyes. This slut needs to cum hard. Now, I rub the vibrator from her clit, down her slit between her now engorged lips and stopping near the anus. I butt plug is firmly trapped inside her guts. I pick up the pace and slut bucks the vibtator hard. 

I hear the scream as the orgasm overwhelms her. Her nipples pop out, her face flushes, the muscles in her belly tense and release, her breasts heave and the cum pours out of her cunt. She is cumming hard. At least four times I see her tense and release as each wave washes over her. When the waves slow and fall I know it is time to change tactics. 

I slip the vibrator inside her. Again, I feel the bump and instead of pulling out I let the vibrator shake her deep inside. The second orgasm hits her suddenly and all at once. No screaming this time, just the waves rolling from her red face, across her breast, then her belly until it shakes her legs straining against the cuffs. 

Slut is exhausted and barely aware. Now it is time to finish her off. 

My cock is leaking clear pre-cum as I aim the shaft at her face. He eyes dully recognize what is going to happen and there is no fight in her. My first blast of cum splashed on the ball gag. The second hits her upper lip as I begin to paint her face. I see a smile escape the large ball gag as splash after splash coats her face. I came so hard, my legs buckle. However, I want the picture. 

I grab the camera and take several snaps of her cum covered face and ball gag. This will go in our little book of love, along with our other adventures.



A Slut. An Insatiable Slut.



"Mr. Jenkins and Mrs. Jenkins, I have seen enough over these last few months and will recommend an amicable divorce. It's the best for both of you. You will have joint custody of your four year old daughter, on terms you both can work out on," said our counselor. 

I was heartbroken. I had tried to make everything work. I wanted to be together as a family. All for my daughter's sake. My wife and I had not had sex in nearly two years and only a handful of times in the preceding three years since her pregnancy was confirmed. The process of getting pregnant is another painful story with the wife wanting to save my sperm for her most fertile days which meant a strict ban on all sexual activities until the right time. The getting-pregnant phase took over a year. In all, I had had pleasurable sex only two times that I could remember over the last five years. 

My wife Laura was the hottest thing in college. I was the nerdiest thing. The startup I interned in during college hit the jackpot and I was suddenly floating in money. That, more than anything else, got the attention of Laura Williams - that tall pale platinum blonde with supermodel looks. Nobody with a functional cock could turn down the advances of Laura Williams. We dated for three years and married when I assumed the role of Vice-president in a multi-billion dollar company that had acquired the startup. We were only twenty eight when Laura decided she wanted to start a family. I wanted to wait, but in the end she won her battle. 

I was a good provider I suppose, but a hopeless workaholic. Work consumed me and the family life took a downward spiral. Laura was a typical trophy wife that successful men manage to snag. Yet, her values were strong and she genuinely tried to make our relationship work. However, our attempts seemed futile and my dedication to work regardless of the millions in the bank eventually broke the house. 

I wanted our daughter to grow up in the best possible way, so I agreed to leave our giant house on the hills of San Francisco to Laura. I settled for a more mediocre house in the heart of Silicon Valley where I could be closer to work. Laura would have our daughter on the weekdays and I would take over weekends. That way the daughter's life would have the least amount of disruption as her private school was rather close to the house. 

It was all settled.

The separation period was estimated to be one to three months until the divorce could be finalized. Our counselor reminded us that we could now date other people and that that would be the quickest path to rebuilding our lives — with someone else. 

I didn't pay much attention to that. I did not need someone else. My work and my daughter were all that I needed. 

**

One week into the separation, I realized that I had left some important documents in my soon to be ex-home. I called up Laura and asked her permission to enter the house to pick up my stuff. 

"Jeff, it's still your house. Of course you are welcome to go and pick it up. It is so sweet of you to call and ask permission though," Laura cooed, as she always does when she finds someone or something adorable. "I will not be at home at that time though, so make yourself comfortable and if you have time, you are welcome to pick up Lexi from the school and play with her until I get home, OK?"

"Thanks Hon..." 

I couldn't complete the word to honey. There was a long pause and Laura disconnected the phone. I would have to start calling her something else. Honey was the only thing I had called her for a good part of a decade now. I didn't know what else I could call her. 

After a business meeting at the Embarcadero I headed out to the hills and used my set of keys to let me inside. I fished out the files and sat on the leather couch, waiting for Lexi to come home. I couldn't help but notice that all my things had been removed from the displays - no photographs of me and not even my art collections. Had really been only week since I left? Laura hadn't wasted any time in adding a personal touch to the house. I wondered what my little daughter thought of all this?

The phone started ringing and I instinctively went to pick up the receiver but decided against doing so. This was not my house anymore. There was enough to remind me about that. Hell, Laura had been gracious to let me into the house without anyone watching like a hawk over me. For the first time ever, I felt a little anger against her and that was mostly because we weren't even officially divorced yet. 

The phone rang for a while and then the Laura's answering machine kicked in. "Hi, you've reached the house of Laura and Lexi. We are not home right now, so please leave a message and I'll get back as soon as I can. Have a nice day!"

Great! I was even off the answering machine list of occupants in the house. 

The voice of Jenny, Laura's older sister, spoke from the other end. "Sissy, sissy, sissy. Oh my little and worried sissy. Looks like your cellphone is unreachable and I'm getting on a flight to France now and will only get to talk to you at the weekend. So, I had a chance to finally read your email. I don't have time for a lengthy response right now, but I think you should go ahead with the date tomorrow night if you are still on the fence. It really does not matter if Luke works for Jeff's company at this point. Hell, if it is so important to you, and you two end up in a serious relationship then you could ask him to find employment elsewhere. That's a discussion for later. DO NOT bring up the topic of the ex on your first date. Also, it is NOT bad to date all interesting suitors at this stage. That is what internet dating is all about. You have a sexy profile and you'll get a sexy man, or ... ham ... MEN. Haha. Hey, you know what, I thought that bouncer chap, what's his name, ah, Tyrone. Yes, Tyrone. That chap is pretty hot too. I know how miserable you've been all these years. Have some fun now girl. Whatever you end up doing, DO NOT get into a serious relationship right away. Take time to - you know what they say - smell the roses. Ok? Alright sissy, I really got to run before they shut the gates. Love you. Mwwwaahh. Take care sissy. And oh, I want to hear everything as soon as I can. Byeeeeeee." 

Jenny's voicemail made me even more angry. I still had feelings for Laura and didn't expect this from her. Not so soon. Rationality then kicked in and I remembered our counselor's words. Fuck the counselor, she's STILL my wife and I had the right to know what's going on. Yes, I'm that kind of an asshole. 

**

Laura would be home soon. So, I first bugged her computer so that I can log in to it anytime and find out what's happening. Next, I ordered some high-end spyware for local pickup. I was going to break-in the following day to do the installation while Laura went to her weekly social gathering at her crocheting club. I then left the house quickly because I did not want to face face Lexi with my upset self. 

I went to the office and started digging for information on this Luke guy. A quick search showed that there was only one Luke in the whole company. He worked for the same division as me, and hence my subordinate. He worked for a manager I knew very well, so I asked Jake to come to my office immediately. 

Jake was worried when he walked through the door. He saw that I was upset too and that didn't make it any easier for him. I had to act quickly, "Jake, there's nothing serious. I am just upset about some personal situation."

I could see Jake breathe out a sigh of relief. 

"That's good, Jeff. I mean, how horrible. Sorry about the family issues."

"It's not your problem. Anyway, I want to know how your team is functioning given our new priorities for the month. Joe's been breathing fire of late and I want to keep everything in my division real smooth."

"Oh, they are working seriously hard on this one Jeff."

"That's good. Anyone working particularly hard, or particularly not-so-hard?"

"Well, most of the team works hard."

"Cut the defensive crap. I want to know if any individuals need praise or the boot."

"Well, there aren't any standout candidates."

"Ok, just for the sake of randomness. What do you know about this Luke guy?"

"Luke?"

"Yes."

"Well, he's working as hard as anyone as well. He's brilliant and all that, but..."

"But?"

"Well, he is a stickler for time. He's the last one in the office and the first one out."

"Now, that's not a problem right?"

"Not at all. He's very dedicated when working in the office. The rumor is that he's got a busy social life, and a thing for blondes."

A picture of him and my wife flashed in my mind, but I had to be all politically correct when I replied, "Now that's his personal business. All we should care about are his work ethics."

"Yep. He's a great asset to my team."

"Good. I'll have a word with him tomorrow. I think he's the best bet to be on call during our launch this weekend. How about you fix up an appointment to meet me at... say... 5pm?"

"I'll tell him."

**

In the brief drive from San Francisco to office, I had found out that Laura had setup a date with Luke at 4:30pm. The 5:00pm meeting was just me being the asshole like I told you I was. 

**

I noticed that Luke contacted Laura right away, "Dear Laura, unfortunately my big boss wants to meet me at 5:00 tomorrow. So, we should perhaps reschedule our date another time? I am available all evening and the weekend. Any time that is convenient for you is fine for me. I'm dying to meet you in person! :-) Luke."

It didn't take Laura long to reply — "Oh, that's tough luck Luke. How about you come straight to 1015 Folsom after your meeting? I can accommodate a little delay. How about seven?"

Luke replied instantly — "FANTASTIC. I WILL be there by 7 sharp."

**

At the meeting the next day, I gave a bugged pager to Luke. "Luke, I know you're working hard and you are the brightest in the team, so I think you should carry this pager with you this weekend. It is really important. I know I may be interrupting your personal life, but I really need our best guy on this job."

He was naturally a little hesitant, but I sweet-talked him into taking it. I called him buddy several times. He seemed pleased by that and I invited him over to my house for drinks since he was now a "friend."

"Jeff, I really appreciate the invite, but I am running late for a date that I do not want to miss."

"Oh, I'm really sorry to have kept you for so long then. I'm been an asshole."

"Oh no no no. It's fine Jeff. Work is priority sometimes."

"Great. Thanks for understanding. Good luck on your date then. Have fun."

"Thanks Jeff."

I couldn't believe I was well-wishing a man to go on a date with MY wife. She was technically my wife, right?

**

I drove to the city and got myself into the dance club before Laura or Luke could do so. I put myself into a dark corner and turned on the transmitter inside Luke's pager. I turned on the receiver in my headset and I could now hear him crystal clear. 

The games were about to begin.

** 

It was 6:45 when Luke arrived. The six foot six huge black man with a line back physique wasn't hard to miss. He sat at the bar and people watched as he ordered a beer. At 7:00 sharp, Laura arrived and looked around for her date. Her roaming eyes met Luke's and she smiled and waved at him. Luke smiled back. She made her way through the crowd toward Luke. She first shook Luke's hand and introduced herself and then said, "Oh come on now, give me a hug," as she hugged him. Laura is close to six feet tall and skinny, and she looked tiny hugging that monster of a black man.

Laura was dressed fairly conservatively for her first date. She wore a red tank top and a short jeans skirt with knee-high boots. Her blonde hair was straight and looked perfectly matched for her top. She wore a simple pearl necklace and pearl ear drops.  

They made their way to a reserved booth and ordered more drinks — a simple beer for Luke and a bourbon on the rocks for Laura. 

"So, Laura, how was your day?"

"Not bad. Just running some errands and ran around to prepare for this date."

"Oh man. I'm such a slug. I came right from office. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. I know how difficult it is to make time on a working day."

The little chitchat continued and they talked and talked about all things trivial for more than an hour. All smalltalk. Laura had drowned a few bourbons by then, but Luke was still working on his first mug of beer. I could see Laura being a little tipsy and her voice slurred as she talked back to Luke.

"Laura, I remember you said you only dance after a few drinks. I'm sure you've had enough. Ready for a jive?" 

"Oh, I don't know if I can. Maybe I'm a little too drunk," Laura giggled.

"Oh come on. Be a sport. I won't let you fall," Luke grinned as he pulled her out of the booth and on to the dance floor. And for first time in over an hour I had visual contact of the courting couple. 

With the loud music on the floor, I lost the voice reception but I could see Luke and Laura dancing enthusiastically. My eager staring at the first time daters didn't go unnoticed. 

"Never seen a blonde with a black man before," said the voice of the the waiter as he came to clear my table. I was embarrassed. "She's a hot thing isn't she? The way she's dancing, I bet she's going to get her ass fucked today." 

I wasn't comfortable encouraging the bigmouth to talk more about my wife, so I interrupted him by saying, "Another bourbon for me, please. Thank you."

There a clearing in the dance floor and I had a clear line of sight at the couple. Laura had her hands around Luke's neck and Luke had his hands on her ass. They were looking straight into each other's eyes as they rubbed their bodies together as they danced. Luke whispered something into Laura's ears and she immediately looked away and blushed. Luke pulled her closer to him and gently kissed her ears. The music changed and Laura was grinding her body against Luke's crotch. 

The bigmouthed waiter came by with my drink, "Ohhh. Looks like those two love birds will get our of here soon."

No sooner had he said that, I could see Luke leading Laura out the door. I threw a hundred dollar bill to the waiter and ran out the door. Just as I got out of the club, I noticed a taxi leaving the parking lot. I got into my car and turned the headphone back on. There was all quiet except for the rumble of a typical San Francisco commute. Then I heard Laura whisper, "Not here. Not now." as they both giggled. 

I heard Laura give out our address and I felt angry. I couldn't believe she was taking a man into the house I bought, and where my daughter was now asleep. I really wanted to play spoilsport and show up at the house, but I was instead getting turned on by the prospect of watching Luke destroy Laura's pussy. I reached the house just in time to see the taxi leaving the block. I parked next to my former house and fired up my laptop and got into the secret network I had setup. I had full video and audio feed from the house now. 

**

I could see Laura tiptoeing into the bedroom with Luke falling her. The huge black man had an ear to ear grin as he followed her, his eyes transfixed on her shapely ass. They got into the room and Laura turned around and kissed him passionately on the lips. 

"We have to be quiet," she warned, "I don't want my daughter waking up to this. Ok?"

Luke nodded. 

"Do you want something to drink before we start?"

"Yes. I want to see how good of a stripper you are," said Luke as he laughed. 

"Luke!"

"Come on baby. You were the one who told me you were learning the art of stripping!"

"I've only gone to two classes after my sister insisted this old dog needed to learn some new tricks."

"Two classes are plenty. Come on now. I'm going to sit right here and I expect Laura Summers to give me a full striptease."

Laura Summers? She had even changed her name back to her maiden name already?

Luke sat on the love seat as Laura kicked off her boots and started swaying her ass. She turned away from Luke, and lifted her red top off her body in a slow and seductive fashion. She then unhooked her bra and threw it overhead toward Luke. Luke whistled and clapped as quietly as he could. Laura then turned around and showed her boobs to Luke, and quickly turned back. She then shook her butt and slowly pulled her jeans skirt off her. Laura was now in her red satin thongs as she turned around and started playing with her nipples — swaying, shaking, giggling and blushing. 

She then went close to the seated Luke and shook her tits right in front of her black lovers face. Luke immediately took the opportunity to kiss her erect nipples and suck on them gently. He quickly pulled out her thongs and Laura fell on the fully dressed black man. 

Laura and Luke kissed passionately for several minutes as Luke squeezed her tight body all over. Laura then looked deeply into Luke's eyes and pulled him up from his love seat. 

"Show me what you've got, stud," she said in a husky voice. 

"You have to see it for yourself," grinned Luke.

Luke began removing his shirt as Laura unbuckled his pants and removed it. She then removed his boxers and had a look of AWE as she saw a black man's penis for the first time. 

"Is this real?"

"Never seen one this big before?"

"No. Is this a black thing?"

"No. Not really, but some of us blacks are well endowed."

"Luke, this is the biggest penis I have ever seen in my life."

"Go ahead and see what it tastes like then, babe! What are you waiting for," laughed Luke. 

Laura immediately took Luke's semi-erect cock into her mouth and began gently sucking on it. As Luke's cock started to get harder, I noticed that Laura was using a hand to play with her pussy — her clean shaven pussy! I had NEVER seen Laura shave her pubic hair before that day. 

Laura licked the head of Luke's cock and ran it through the length of her mouth. She gently bit the cock sometimes and squeezed his nut sack. Luke ran his hands through Laura's silky blonde hair as she energetically sucked on his cock. She bobbed her head back and forth as Luke's cock went in and out of her mouth. The cock was too big to take it into her mouth, so Laura licked the length of it and sucked on the part that could make its way into her mouth. 

"Luke, I'm having all sorts of crazy feelings down there. Come with me," she said as she held her black lover's hands and pulled him into the bed. 

Once on the bed, Laura went back to sucking on his cock, and Luke pulled her ass over his face to return favors to what must have been a very wet pussy. Luke licked her clit and spread her labia as his tongue went deep into Laura's throbbing pussy. 

The two then knelt on the bed and indulged in a passionate round of kissing — mouth to mouth, tongue twisting and biting.

"Are you ready to receive this big cock baby," Luke asked as he pushed Laura on to the bed and spread her legs. 

Laura answered with kisses as Luke gently spread her legs and slowly guided his giant cock into her. Luke immediately began thrusting into her with all his might and Laura had her eyes closed as she moaned in ecstasy. She smiled as she received heavy pounding from her new lover. Her pale white legs were up in the air as Luke pounded her white pussy with his coal black cock. 

"This feels great," Laura mumbled. 

Luke kissed Laura and sucked on her tits as he continued pounding her. Laura started to tense up and shiver. She was cumming. 

"Oh my god, I'm cumming," she moaned. She giggled after she came and said, "I've never cum before during sex!"

"Oh, I have so much to teach you then babe," said the big black man, "I'm just getting started with you."

"Oh my god. Really?"





A Slut. An Insatiable Slut.



"Yep. Why don't you ride me for some time?"

"What's that?"

"Go on top of me, baby. Let me rest on my back for a little."

Luke pulled his cock out of Laura and went on to his back. Laura then went over him and guided his cock into her pussy. She then "rode" a man for the first time in her life. 

"How do you like this position Laura?"

"It feels so good," giggled Laura as she bounced up and down on Luke's fat cock. 

Riding cowgirl on Luke's fat cock enabled Laura to cum many more times. 

"This feels good. Sooo good," Laura kept saying as she moaned and fucked Luke's black cock. 

The two of them fucked doggy style briefly and went back to missionary as Laura was getting tired with the rampant fucking that Luke was giving her. Luke was soon close to cumming himself. 

"Are you on the pill," Luke managed to blurt out in-between his powerful thrusts. 

"Yes."

No sooner had Laura said the magic reply, Luke responded with

"I'm cumming!"

He leaned over and gently kissed Laura's supple lips as he continued to cum deep inside my wife's pussy. And then he fell on Laura's body. 

"Boy, I've never cum so hard before," he said as he kissed Laura once again. 

"Me too," giggle Laura. 

They snuggled and kissed and cuddled like two teenagers on their first romantic date night. They talked about how great the sex had been and how beautiful the other was. 

"I'm feeling sleepy," Luke said. 

"Oh dear. I'd love to offer you this bed, but we'll have to wait another day as my daughter wakes up early."

"Understood. I'll dial a taxi."

With that Laura woke up and went to freshen up in the bath. Luke called a taxi and quietly slipped away into the night. 

I drove back home, with a ton of mixed feelings. 

** 

Although I had been immensely turned on by looking at Luke fuck my wife, my guilt overcame by cuckold nature. I figured the primary motivation of me spying on Laura was to see if she kept her private life away from our very impressionable daughter. I had no reason to not to believe that Laura wasn't a good mother. I figured I would have to go back to the house in a few weeks and unwire the house from all the spying devices. I had been enough of an asshole that one night

** 

Work consumed me for the next several weeks. I was in danger of forgetting to remove the spy devices. The last thing I wanted is for some contractor to figure this one out and report to the authorities. Then, I would be in serious shit. Our divorce was nearly finalized and that meant I would not have the free access to the house like I had enjoyed when putting up the devices. 

With these thoughts in my mind, I was about to call Jake to ask Luke to return the pager to me. However, just as I was about to call Jake, he himself walked into my office. 

He was nervous. Something was bothering him. 

"Jake, everything all right my man?"

"Yes. Er.. Actually, not quite."

"Go on."

"It is not professional."

"Ok. Let's get out of office then."

We went and sat in my brand new Tesla and I hit the freeway. "Do you want to go sit down or just be in the car," I asked

"I think we should go to the Shoreline Park and find a quiet place. I am not sure how you will react."

"Jake. You are scaring me."

"Jeff. If there's anyone who's scared in this car then it is me."

"Jake. Really. Now I'm intrigued."

Jake didn't speak until we reached the Shoreline lake. We started to walk on a quiet trail. 

"Now. Tell me."

"Yes. However, I want you to not get angry."

"Jake. You've known me for years. Have I been angry in that time?"

"No. That's why it scares me because I do not know how you will react."

"Jake. I promise to be civilized. Why do you think I'm going to get angry?"

"Well, it's about Laura."

Laura! Now my heart was beating faster than ever before. I guessed where this was going. He was going to give me a "full disclosure" on one of his staff dating my soon-to-be ex-wife. 

"Soon-to-be ex-wife you mean," I smiled sarcastically with a hint of pain. 

"Yes."

"What about her?"

"She is dating someone in our office."

"Who," I asked as if I was completely unaware.

"Luke," Jake said sheepishly. 

"Well, at least she's got good taste," I said.

Jake let out a sigh of relief when he saw the sporty way in which I took the news. I might not have been so sporty had it been real "news" I suppose. 

"Jeff, I was really worried ever since I came to know about it. Luke still does not know. Laura has never mentioned anything about her previous relationship to him."

"It's fine Jake. Thanks for letting me know. Is that all?"

"Jeff, I'm sorry. It's just that I didn't know how you would take it given that Luke is black."

"JAKE," I said loudly, "tell me that you didn't think I was a racist. Just tell me."

Jake was embarrassed. He hung his head down in shame and said, "I didn't think you are racist. It's just that she was your wife. Strange sentiments kick in during those times."

"Jake, you yourself are black, but you are so close and open to me. How did you ever think I was going to be an asshole and do something to Luke just because he happens to be black and fucking my wife. Ex-wife," I almost screamed. 

"Sorry Jeff. I'm really sorry."

"It's fine Jake. I really don't want to meddle into her personal life anymore. She's an adult woman in a free country. The only thing I will worry about is if she stops being a good mother, and I have no doubts about that as she is a good mother."

"Yes."

"Is that all?"

"Yes."

"Great. Let's get back to work then."

As we started walking back, I noticed that something was still not alright with Jake. "Jake, buddy, something is still bothering you. Come on, out with it."

"Jeff. I don't know how to say this. It is kind of embarrassing."

"Out with it. NOW."

"Ok, so Laura has confessed a secret desire with Luke."

"I don't care. It's between them."

"I wouldn't care if it was just the two of them too."

"Then?"

"Ok. Laura wants to have a threesome and Luke has invited me to go along with him this weekend."

I stopped. I was shocked. This was beyond the wildest imaginations that I could ever conjure up. This was even wilder than what my open mind was willing to accept. Jake could notice my comfort level in the conversation dropping dramatically. He said, "Now, that's why I am here. I know Laura, and she knows me. Laura is obviously trying to keep her ex-life a secret and I'm not telling anything to Luke. I've already pushed this threesome offer a few times now, but I'm risking losing the friendship I share with Luke. Obviously, we have a long history of tag teaming our dates, so he's beginning to sense something's not quite right. From what I understand, Laura does not know that I am Luke's choice."

"Yes, it's complicated. Too many relationships at stake."

"Yes."

"Jake. If I were you, I would meet up with Laura and explain the situation. Let her make the decisions."

"That's wise Jeff. That's wise."

"Let's go now."

"Oh, Jeff, if Laura is alright with it, you don't mind me having a relationship with her, would you?"

"Jake. Let me remind you: Laura and I are separated. Her relationships are HER business. I will always be your buddy. If you feel this will lead to workplace conflict then I'm happy to have you and Luke transferred over to another department. Ok?"

"Jeff, we love working for you. I just didn't want you to find out by other means."

"I appreciate your sincerity. Can we go now? I'd like to end this awkward conversation."

It was indeed an awkward conversation for both of us. We didn't speak much after that as we drove back to work. 

For me, however, it was time to be an asshole once again and analyze all the data my spying devices may have collected in the past few weeks. And of course, I wanted to see where this threesome thing would lead to.

** 

The text and email exchange between Luke and Laura revealed little. It seemed like they had met nearly every day in the first week and regularly after that. The spy cameras didn't have capacity to record and I hadn't bothered to record anything. I felt stupid for not having done so. 

However, based on Jake's confession, I knew that a threesome was planned for the weekend — when I was supposed to be taking care of our daughter. 

I called up Laura and said that I was going to have to go on a business trip, so I couldn't take Lexi. She was upset and insisted I make alternative arrangements as she had plans. Little did she know that I knew what those plans were. In the end, we sorted Lexi out by agreeing to drop her off at grandma's for the weekend. 

**

The agreed location for the Friday night party was Laura's house. I was sitting in a minivan in a parking lot nearby from where I could get great signal from the house. 

Laura was almost done with preparing dinner. She was dressed in a spaghetti-strapped black cocktail dress. She arranged the table with wine glasses and silverware. Just then the home phone rang. I tapped in. 

"SISSY," shouted the unmistakable voice of Laura's sister Jenny. 

"Sissy dear, how are you?"

"I'm fine. I'm fine. So, you all set for the party," giggled Jenny. 

"I'm nervous sister," giggled Laura. 

"Well then, here's a piece of advice: nothing like wine to calm your nerves," laughed Jenny. 

"I don't want to be all drunk before my date gets here."

"Date? I thought you were having dates over," laughed Jenny. 

"Yes. Dates," giggled Laura. 

"You know who Luke is bringing over?"

"Yes. It is actually one of Jeff's very good friends."

"Oh my. Does he know you are Jeff's ex?"

"Of course! When he found out that I was his friend's date who is interested in a threesome, he reached out to me in private so that the date night doesn't start off being awkward."

"What a gentleman. You obviously agreed to having him over, you little slut," giggled Jenny. 

"Of course. I always had the hots for him. And it turns out he always had the hots for me. He was literally praying I wouldn't reject him."

Jenny laughed out loud and then said, "Oh sissy. I'm so glad you're exploring your sexual cravings."

"Me too!"

"Well, I won't keep you long then. I'm sure you'll get pounded all night by those studs. I'll call you sometime next week. I want to know all the details. I mean ALL the details."

"I will tell you ALL the details," giggled Laura. 

"Take care sissy. Enjoy being a whore tonight."

"Hey!"

"What's wrong? It's great being a whore. I've always been one, and I'm so happy with the choice," laughed Jenny. 

"Alight. I'm going to be a whore just like my big sister," giggled Laura.

"That the right attitude. Mwaaah. Take care now. Ta."

"Love you."

*

I didn't have to wait long to see a car pulling into the driveway. Laura ran to the door in eager anticipation. Luke went alone to the door. He hugged and gave Laura a passionate kiss on her soft juicy lips. "You look gorgeous, Laura." 

"Why, thank you."

"I've got additional company in car. Shall I call them over?"

"Them? I thought you were bringing ONE friend," Laura said with a hint of nervousness in her voice. 

"Oh well, my buddy Jake sounded like he was going to drop out last week, so I enlisted another buddy, Lavar, to come help us. But then, Jake decided to come over and I couldn't decide between the two. So, we all agreed that you can pick the third."

"So, your plan is to make me be the choosy bitch," giggled Laura. 

"You could also be a bitch and not choosy," laughed Luke.

"Right. Your plan is to slut me out today with three cocks?"

"Three BIG black cocks," corrected Luke. 

"Well, that seals the deal. Come on in!"

Luke smacked Laura on her ass as she turned around to go to the dining room to add a dinner plate for the extra man. He then signaled the guys in the car to come over. The three large black men went into the house and shut the door behind them. 

Luke was huge but looked skinny compared to Lavar, who looked like he was as big, if not bigger, than Shaquille O'Neal. Jake was more modestly built. At six foot and a slender athletic build, he looked puny. Jake had an ear to ear grin as he went into the house. That asshole!

Laura walked into the dining area with another plate in her hand and froze as soon as she saw Lavar. Oh, what I would have given to know what went through her mind at that instant! She soon recomposed herself and said, "Well, gentlemen, welcome to my house. Shall we finish the formality of dinner before the main feature of tonight?"

A unanimous "yes" followed from the grinning black studs. Why wouldn't they be grinning? My wife looked stunning! 

Jake couldn't stop smiling as he sat down at the table. Laura was blushing too, as she looked at Jake's uncontrollable joy. The two of them knew each other from before — a secret the other two men did not know. 

Laura served all the men the specially prepared dinner and started filling their glasses with wine. 

Lavar said, "Wine? This shit is for old white men. Real men drink beer."

Laura laughed as she stopped serving wine and said, "I have some beer in the basement. Luke, come help me bring some up."

As Luke followed Laura to the basement, Lavar said, "Hey you two better not get started without us."

Everyone laughed. 

As soon as the two went into the basement, Luke grabbed Laura, pulled her left boob out of her dress and sucked on it. Laura returned Luke's passion by stroking his head and kissing it as he gave her her first hickey of the night. "Your first slut mark of the night, babe," he said proudly as he looked at the damage. 

"Yay," Laura said sarcastically as she put her boob back into her dress. 

"Are you excited?"

"Excited? I'm scared!"

"Why?"

"How big is Lavar?"

"About seven feet and four hundred pounds."

"No. How big down there," Laura said as she touched Luke's cock. 

"Hmm... about twelve or thirteen inches, I think."

"There's no way I can take that thing in."

"Yes, it's a problem with most pussies, but that's why he favors the ass."

"WHAT!?"

"Lavar loves anal."

"You KNOW that I'm a cherry back there."

"Of course. That's why we agreed to let Jake pick that cherry."

"Oh my god. You bastards."

"We've got a lot planned for you," grinned Luke.

Just then, Lavar shouted from the dining area, "What's taking so long out there? Let me not come there and catch you two fucking!"

"Let's go," said Luke as he picked up the beer packs from the cooler and went back to the dining area. 

The rest of the dinner went quietly as Laura tried to overcome her nervousness by consuming wine. She downed a whole bottle as she and her three black studs chatted away at random things like sport and politics at the dinner table. 

Lavar and Jake agreed to clean the table and turn on the dishwasher as Luke picked up a beer can and pulled Laura to the couch on the living room. The two love birds started whispering something and then kissing lovingly. The two of them were completely oblivious to Lavar and Jake walking back into the room. The two didn't need an invitation. Jake just lifted Laura's dress above her waist, pulled her white lace panties aside and started licking her moist pussy. Lavar then undid the straps of Laura's black dress and gently pulled the top down to expose her naked breasts. 

"Lovely," he sighed as he gently went down and started sucking on her right nipple. 

Luke cupped Laura's left boob and continued kissing her mouth passionately. 

With the attention of three handsome black men working on three different parts of her body, Laura closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure. 

"We need a more comfortable place," she managed to blurt in between her moans. 

Luke instantly picked her up, tossed her on his shoulder and took her to the bedroom. He put Laura down on the bed and continued to suck on her mouth. Lavar and Jake soon followed and reassumed their positions on Laura's breast and pussy. 

Luke took a break from his kissing and put the middle finger of his left hand into Laura's mouth, which she sucked on eagerly and enthusiastically. 

By now, Lavar had covered Laura's right boob with several hickeys. Luke laughed as she said, "I told you this is going to be awesome babe!"

Laura nodded in agreement. 

"We're just getting started," said Lavar. 

Jake had now put two of his fingers into Laura's pussy and was busy finger-fucking her. Jamal massaged Laura's naked shoulders as Laura shuddered in joy and ecstasy. She moaned as she struggled to cope with the intense pleasure she was getting from her three lovers. 

Luke's hands had taken over the job of kneading Laura's boobs. Laura writhed in pleasure and kissed and sucked on Luke's hands as Jake worked her pussy toward the finish line. Laura was cumming! 

As Jake continued to fuck Laura's pussy with his finger, Lavar leaned over and started biting and licking her clit. Jake then relinquished pussy duties completely to Lavar and stepped out of the bed. 

"That's it, I cannot wait any more," he announced as she quickly started removing his clothes. 

Jake jumped back to the bed naked and started sucking on Laura's pussy as Lavar lifted her ass and pulled her panties down. Laura then allowed Lavar to gently pull down her black dress and she was fully naked. Lavar threw black dress away from the bed and jumped off the bed to undress.

Jake then spread Laura's legs and lifted them over his shoulder and positioned himself to enter her. "It seems like I've been waiting for this moment my whole life," he said as he gently pushed his hard cock into my wife's hairy pussy. 

"Yeah, that feels good, Jake," moaned Laura. 

Lavar had gotten naked in the meantime and had presented his cock to Laura's mouth. Laura kissed his cock and licked it as she used her left hand to gently play with it. Lavar's cock needed no more attention as it was already rock hard. Laura's eyes opened wide as she saw the length and girth of the huge black man's cock. She continued to moan as she got pounded by Jake. 

Luke too was naked now and he pushed aside Jake saying, "Save yourself for her ass." 

As soon as Jake had vacated his missionary position, Luke jumped into position and started pounding Laura's pussy in the same rhythm as Jake. Laura continued playing with Lavar's cock but never took it into her mouth. Lavar was getting visibly annoyed by it. 

"Does she suck," he finally asked Luke. 

Laura intervened and said, "Yes," and grabbed Lavar's cock and pulled it deep into her mouth. She started biting, blowing and sucking on Lavar's giant cock. Lavar's annoyed face was soon replaced with one that was in intense pleasure. 

"She sucks good," roared Lavar. 

"Oh yes, she does," agreed Luke. 

Luke's pounding slowed down and he was soon doing the deep thrusts that he does when he begins to cum. Luke collapsed after he came and said, "I need some rest!"

Lavar said, "Jake, you better open up that shithole for me, bro. I can't wait for eternity."

Luke went over to Laura and kissed her on the cheeks and said, "You ready for your first anal, babe?"

Laura nodded. 

"Ok, turn over then. All fours," said Lavar. 

Jake knelt behind Laura's ass and applied a generous amount of lubrication on her asshole. He slowly put a finger in and then two finger as he tried to ease up her rectal muscles. Lavar caught Laura's silky blonde hair and guided it to his cock and said, "Keep sucking." 

Laura went back to wildly sucking Lavar's giant cock as Jake thought he was finally ready for anal penetration. He gave everyone a thumbs-up and gently guided his cock into Laura's gaping asshole. 

Laura sighed and moaned as she felt a cock up her ass for the first time. She started deepthroating Lavar as Jake smacked her curvy ass and gently went in and out of her puckered anal love tunnel. 




A Slut. An Insatiable Slut.



Jake's gentle thrusts were met my Laura's gentle motions as she would move back to receive his thrusts. Jake said, "I need her on top of me."

Lavar moved aside and Jake fell back pulling Laura on top of him as she strode him in a reverse cowgirl position. "Turn around babe," Jake commanded. 

Laura did so and started bouncing up and down on Jake's cock. Jake played with Laura's breasts as he smiled and winked at her. Laura's cheek turned instantly red as she smiled back. Jake grabbed Laura's nipples and pulled her towards him and kissed her passionately as he started cumming in her ass. 

"Ohhhhhhh, I've never cum harder," he announced as the foursome laughed. 

"Great, move over then. I need that ass," screamed Lavar. 

Jake moved over and went to the bathroom to clean himself up. Lavar then pushed Laura on to her back and spread her legs. 

"Gentle," Laura squealed. 

"Yes, babe. I'll be gentle."

Lavar positioned his cock at Laura's gaping asshole and gently pushed the head of his giant cock inside. He moved slowly, centimeter by centimeter, into Laura's spreading asshole. 

Laura moaned and shook in throbs of pleasure. She was cumming again! And Lavar hadn't even started!

Lavar soon had his whole cock buried deep into Laura's ass and he began gently fucking that sweet ass. Laura was loving it! She had her eyes closed as she moaned and wailed in pleasure. Lavar too was enjoying Laura's tight ass. 

After what seemed like an eternity of ass fucking, Lavar finally pumped in gallons of semen into her ass. He then gently kissed Laura and got off of her and lied down next to her. Laura's ass was stretched wide open like a tunnel from what I could see. She put her fist in and exclaimed, "Oh MY GOD!"

"Sorry, it is a big cock," grinned Lavar. 

Luke then jumped on top of Laura and kissed her. "Did you love this babe?"

"Of course! But, I'd like to hop into the bath tub now."

"I'll take you there," Jake said as he came to the bed and took Laura into the bathroom where a bubble bath was waiting for her. 

"Oh Jake, this has been the best night of my life," Laura confessed. 

Jake kissed her passionately and said, "I've been waiting for a night like this ever since I first saw you."

"I know," giggled Laura. 

"Laura, I need to ask you something."

"Yes?"

"I've always had my eye on you. Will you give me the honor of dating you?"

"Oh Jake, that is so sweet. I'd really love that. What about Luke?"

"I've talked to him. I confessed everything to him when you were fucking Lavar. He had somehow sensed that we knew each other from before. He is, in fact, very happy to have had a hand in bring us together."

"Oh my. Does he even know about Jeff now?"

"Everything."

"Oh god."

"Don't worry Laura. Luke's a nice guy. He's a very good friend of mine. He knows he's always invited to come party with us! My relationship with you is going to be full of threesome, foursomes and moresomes. And lots of couple time too. Basically, you'll be very well taken care off."

"I'm really looking forward to it Jake. One thing I've realized about myself in the last few weeks is that I'm a slut. An insatiable slut."

"You know we men LOVE sluts!"

"Of course!"

"We'll make sure you enjoy being a slut!"

"Jake, what about your friendship with Jeff?"

"I already asked him about it this afternoon and he says he has no feelings for you anymore. In fact, I explicitly asked him if he had any problems with me dating you and he said he had no problems with it."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"I somehow find that difficult to believe, but I wouldn't want to ruin the moment thinking about an ex when I have the future with me."

"By the way, Luke and Lavar have already left. We will be alone for the weekend. There's a lot of things that you and I have to catch up on. Lots to make up for all the lost time."

The two then engaged in another a passionate kissing session as they went into the bubble bath together.

I had seen enough. I wasn't man enough for her.



A Slut And Her Toys



Dear Diary,

I awoke this morning still wearing my stockings and heels from the night before. I was incredibly horny last night and as I, sadly, had no one here to fuck me, I had to fuck myself. I spent most of the evening in dirty chat rooms on the internet, looking for people to talk filth at me. I love to flirt and tease men online. I can be anything and anyone I want to be. I can let out all of my dirty secret fantasies, I love it when someone says dirty horny things to me, and it really gets me going. Last night was no different, within minutes I was soaking wet and desperate to get off.

I began thinking of my Dom and how He would make me feel next time I saw him. I found a chat room where I could use my cam and let strange and random men ogle at my tits. I didn't take them out, just my cleavage and the odd flash of my bra. I was very popular in there and kept getting PM requests and messages telling me how amazing my tits looked and how sexy I was. Men were begging me to show more, to let my tits loose. They wanted me to show everything and take it all off.

All of the attention had me feeling really hot and made my imagination go crazy. What would these men think and say if they were in the same room as me. How many hands would I have pawing at my body, how many cocks thrust into my face for me to suck? How many men would be fighting to take a turn on me, to be able to use one of my holes to satisfy themselves? I let my hands wander around my body; pretty soon they were between my legs. I have to tell you Diary, I let out a gasp when I felt how hot and wet I was. I knew I was excited but my cunt was red hot and sticky with my juices running out of me.

I struggled to stop myself from playing with my clit and cumming there and then. To distract myself I got my love eggs out. Making sure I was out of sight of the webcam, I bent over the sofa, and hitched my dress up over my arse; I pulled my cheeks apart and began teasing my tight little arsehole with the first egg. For a while I simply enjoyed the feeling of the ice cold lube covering me and preparing me for what was to come, then gently nudging and twisting the first of the two big red love eggs until it began to slip inside. The first egg is the best one as there is a point where it goes far enough that your arse just sucks it in and it feels amazing, feeling your arse stretch out to take it in and then closing around it, sucking it deeper inside pulling the next egg with it. It took a few seconds to become accustomed to the intrusion into my dirty place; such a deep, satisfying and filling sensation. I pushed the second egg into my waiting hole and felt them both fill me up and invade me. I'm still pretty new to anal, but the more I try the more I like. I returned to the chat room and carried on chatting with these strange men; knowing that none of them knew that my arsehole was stuffed with the eggs just made me hotter.

After teasing and winding myself up till I could bear it no longer, I went and got into bed and that's where the fun really started. I played with the eggs for a while pulling them out slowly and pushing them back in, always gasping as that first egg got sucked in again. I wanted to train myself to be the perfect fuckwhore for my amazing Master. I lay on my back and spread my legs as wide as they would go. I began to rub my six inch pink dildo across my dirty wet cunt, teasing myself still, knowing that He would never just give me what I want right away; He will always tease and make me beg for Him. I parted my lips with one hand and inch by inch force the dildo into my cunt. I could feel the eggs being nudged and jostled about as I pumped the dildo in and out of my eager pussy, slowly at first and then gathering speed as my breath quickened. I began to slant it downwards as I fucked myself so I could feel it hammering into the eggs. It creates the most amazing sensation, the eggs jiggling and jostling inside me as I stretch myself around my rubber cock.

All this teasing of my arse was making me feel pretty brave; I wanted more in my dirty hole. I wanted to stretch it up so it'll be ready to take my Master's big fat cock when He decides to give it to me. I pulled the eggs out of my arse, squealing as they pop out. Before I have chance to shrink back to size I replace them with the dildo. Even after the eggs it took a bit of working in - as I'm still so tight from lack of experience - and some more lube before I could get it in comfortably; slowly working it back and forth - not in and out, as putting it back in is where it gets sore - I took it just to the tip and pushed it back in, trying to take more each time. I got to the point where I had almost all six inches inside my tight throbbing hole. I know He wants to use and abuse me and fill me up to my bursting point, so I need to be ready for it; I don't want to disappoint Him. With this in mind I held the dildo inside my arsehole, grabbed my inflatable seven-and-a-half-inch dildo and began to work it into my cunt. 

I have always fantasized about having two men fuck me at the same time; truth be told, it's always kind of scared me a little as I never thought I could take it. I am determined to work myself up to it and do it as I know it will please my Dom and that's what I want to do. So with the dildo in my arse and the inflatable dildo in my cunt I began working them both ever so gently back and forth, in and out, at the same time and then alternate times. One in and then one out, giving me chance to get used to having both my holes abused. It felt amazing to be so full. I almost couldn't believe that I was able to stuff and fuck both my holes so well first time. I kept thinking of how pleased and hard it would make His cock to see me doing this to myself, knowing that it was only in preparation for Him and to be the utter fuckslut He deserves. That thought made me feel braver still so I grabbed the pump for the dildo and began gently squeezing it, feeling it expand and push my cunt open even further. I had to hold onto the dildo in my arse pretty firmly as it was beginning to get pushed out as the dildo in my cunt got fatter and fatter , filling me up to the point of exploding.

Having both holes so totally stuffed with rubber cock made me almost cum at the thought. If my Dom was doing this to me, I'm pretty sure He would stop and let my ensuing orgasm ebb away slightly. He wouldn't want me to cum until He had thoroughly abused me, until He was satisfied I had fulfilled my duties as His play thing and that I was completely punished for being such a wanton slut. I let go of the pink dildo in my tender throbbing arsehole and let it slide out by itself. Then after a few more thrusts in my stretched out cunt I took the inflatable dildo and began to press it against my already destroyed arse. I didn't even have to use anymore lube to get this one in. My arse was so utterly fucked and slack by now that it began to suck in anything I threw at it. Tiny inch by tiny inch I forced as many of the seven-and-a half inches in that I could manage. I took it almost to the base and sighed with pleasure, knowing that this would earn me the right to cum if He was controlling it. Wanting to push myself as far as I could, I began to pump it up. I can't describe how good it felt; every squeeze of the pump made me twitch as my arsehole stretched out to accommodate the ever-growing cock buried in it. Getting bigger and harder and wider with every pump, it left me gasping with pleasure that began to border on pain. I released the valve and my arse groaned with relief as the dildo retracted inside me, a few precious seconds of comfort before I pumped it up to breaking point again.

By this time I was so desperate to cum that I almost couldn't take anymore. My legs were twitching and shaking as I tried to get on to all fours. I let the dildo fall out of my now gaping fuckhole and squealed when I felt myself gape for a second or two and then begin to retract back to normal. I hadn't quite finished with my dirty hole yet; I pushed the eggs back into me. This time they almost fell into my destroyed and red raw hole. Even though it was getting to the point of pain it still felt amazing to take something in my forbidden hole. Both eggs were lodged deep in me, with just the tiniest bit of string still hanging loose. I wanted to make myself cum and right at the point of orgasm pull the eggs out but I was lacking enough hands. I needed one to rub and slap my swollen clit, to bring myself to the ultimate climax that all this play was leading to. The other needed to be able to pull on the string and free the eggs at just the right moment but my legs were shaking so much with anticipation of every wave of pleasure that was coursing through me by now that I had to support myself with a hand on the bed post. Only one thing for it: I hooked the string around the heel of my seriously high fuck me shoes and set about frigging myself off. With every stroke against my pulsating clit I thought of my Dom's cock fucking and tearing at my red raw arsehole, His hand on my hips pulling me back deeper onto His cock. I couldn't help imagining that every twitch of the eggs inside me was how it would feel with every twitch of His rock hard cock instead, hearing the dirty, kinky words He would be shouting at me as He came closer and closer to emptying Himself deep inside my most intimate place. 

It didn't take long at all for this idea to push me over the edge and I began to moan and shudder as the most intense orgasm ripped through me, setting my body on fire. I moved my foot and, of course, my heel away from me, pulling on the string and dragging the eggs out of my sodden and sore arsehole, and gasped as the first one popped out just as my orgasm reached its peak. I'm pretty sure I let out a scream; my head was swimming, my legs bucking and shaking as the second egg popped out and fell onto the bed. My clit was screaming at me for mercy as my last few strokes beat against it. Spent, sweating, soaking and exhausted, I collapsed onto the bed with a huge smile spread across my face. I was proud of myself for being such a dirty little fuckwhore and hoped He would soon be able to see me in this state after He had done all this and more to me for real.

Diary, I bought some new toys today. I will let you know what slutty fun I can get up to with those.........................



A Slut Awakens



The day began like any other; I woke up, showered, wrapped my towel around myself and sat down to begin applying my makeup. I stared at myself shocked at the transformations I had undergone the past few weeks, my beautiful feminine body so smooth and curvy it could put even the most finely molded hourglass to shame. My black hair fell down my shoulders accenting my naturally puckered red lips as the tips stretched out to embrace the tops of my budding breasts, tickling my tender areolas and nearly sending me into a horny little fit.

I grabbed my comb and began styling my hair in an attempt to both distract myself from the sensation as well as move the offender from the region. As I sat there I couldn't help but reminisce about how it had all begun.

I am not a girl by birth. This is a fact. I was originally a 19 year old male fresh out of high school, and although I was what most considered average I thought myself to be very much unlike most the boys my age. I was very frail; I stood maybe 5'7 on a good day, and maybe weighed all of a hundred and ten pounds when I wasn't too busy worry about feeding my sister to eat. 

My parents had just gone through an ugly divorce around the time I turned twelve, and while my father had vanished to parts unknown my mother had decided to keep the house and raise us just to spite him. So she took me and my litter sister and raised us all on her own, paying the bills, buying our clothes you name it. She worked every day for long hours and when she was at home she generally spent her time working out and keeping her body as youthful as possible.

Our lives were pretty much the same every day, I'd wake up take care of my little sister until it was time to go to school and then come home to find mom working out in her back room until it was time for dinner. After dinner she would usually pass out on the couch still in her work out clothes leaving me to put my sister down and get myself off to bed.

This regiment continued pretty regularly until the day I turned seventeen and she had decided she couldn't take being alone with the kids anymore. She began to separate from us, finding herself a new boyfriend and eventually vanishing for the most part from our home life. Eventually I took up the reigns of the parent and saw my sister graduated and moved out on her own. With my sister gone and my parents god knows where I found myself rather alone and bored in our house. I had from early childhood embraced my shortcomings as a man. I had found a strange joy in looking at pictures of gay men once we had gotten a computer. The discovery of the internet had awoken something strange inside me, I had always considered myself straight and had even dated a few girls, branching out as far as kissing and getting handjobs, yet I couldn't help branching out into the things I was finding on the internet. 

I remember the first time I found shemale porn, I couldn't help myself the feeling in my stomach burned like sun itself as I ran my hands up and down my body. It was the most amazing feeling, the guilt at watching something homosexual, the joy of defying the establishment and unnoticed at the time my joy in pretending I was them as they got dominated by men. It fascinated me; boys like me could turn from nearly unwanted twiggy jokes to one of the most beautiful and desirable creatures alive. 

It was unfair! All I wanted was to be one of them, I would never admit it to myself but eventually it consumed me and before long I found myself sneaking into my mother's room during those beautiful moments of solitude to dress in her lingerie and insert her vibrator (which I had found under the couch one fateful afternoon) into my ass hole. I would savor the vibrations as they racked my insides. I would shove it in and out pretending it was one of the men in the videos and I was the black haired vixen he so desperately lusted for, occasionally crying out "Daddy!" a little too loud for safety. I kept this routine up for a long time, waiting for each moment to come and reveling in the feeling of how naughty the things I would do when the door closed behind my family. Eventually I grew older and found less time to enjoy my hobby as my mom began to grow distant. Now she was gone and I was all alone, bored and completely lonely. I decided then and there I knew exactly what I wanted to do and without a moment's hesitation I turned and trod proudly into my mother's room and began once again going through her things.

"This time will be special!" I hummed to myself as I selected a short white skirt and a pink tank top decorated with the ever so flattering "Slut" embroidery that had become common in women's casual wear at the time. I flung them onto the bed and began riffling through the panty drawer selecting a black thong and bra. I threw them down on top of the skirt and shirt and dug through her closet for quite some time before I found a pair of those high heeled platform sandals I see girls wearing around pools at parties and such. They were pink with a see through pink rubber strap to hold the shoes down against my toes. Little yellow flowers peeked out from several places around the strap giving the illusion daisy had taken root amongst my dainty toes.

I smiled deeply as I looked over the clothes spread out on the bed, deciding the illusion wouldn't quite cut it I grabbed a pink and white striped hair band, some small diamond earrings as well a few rings and the coup de grâce a sexy gold waist chain. I gathered up my goodies and headed off to her bathroom. I sat the clothes in a pile on a stool near the mirror she often used to hold similar objects as she went through the motions of preparing herself for society.

Long ago I had become a master of this process. I mean in a house full of women how was a boy not to notice his mom getting ready every now and then? I started the routine as I had seen her do hundreds of times by plugging in the hair straightener as I let the shower water heat up. If I was lucky it would be ready by the time I got out of the shower. 

My hair was naturally long and curly, my mom had spent years complaining about her own. I learned pretty quickly after a few attempts on my own when she was absent and now I was well aware that I had the same problem. So doing as my mother before me I grabbed one of her shower caps before I stepped in knowing even the slightest bit of water on my hair and this session would quickly turn nightmare. 

After lathering up and making sure I was clean I began shaving my body. As I said before I am very small and petite for a boy, I've been told by lots of girls that when women say they have a butt like a twelve year old boy and are meaning it as a compliment they are referring to a bulbous example such as mine. 

Others had told me they would die to have my slim waist and smooth hairless body. I had even been accused by one of my girlfriends in high school of taking estrogen pills! If only she could have seen what I was like with estrogen in my system... I can't even begin picture how shocked she would have been! Regardless as I was naturally I was unbelievably feminine and once dressed I had fooled myself into thinking I was really a girl everytime.

Clean and Hairless I stepped from the shower making my way to the vanity and removing the shower cap as I sat in her throne like makeup chair. I look at myself in the mirror marveling at how I had never managed to sprout a single bit of facial hair. It was almost like god himself was mocking me, telling me I may be a man but I would never look like one. I guess he had other plans in mind for me...

I brushed, styled and straightened my hair after putting on my bra and panties. I had learned to instinctively tuck my tiny little penis (more proof towards the sick joke god was playing on me) and balls behind my legs and up into my ass crack, allowing the thong to slide up and provide the little bit of pressure that would be required to hold them in place. I stuffed the bra with a little bit of tissue and slid the shirt over my head making sure it rode a little higher than usual in order to hide the unnatural look of tissue sticking out of my bra. 

Half dressed I got to work on my hair, pulling the long black tresses through the heated straightener and down past my shoulders until every last lock was nice and straight. I gave myself a little "white girl poof" for added measure, tucking it into the hairband as I moved on to makeup.

I started with foundation layering it on before adding a nice reddish purple blush to my cheeks and opting for the candy apple red lipstick I tended to favor. As I mentioned I had mastered the art of makeup and I wasn't kidding, my mom herself would have been jealous of how I was starting to look as I began gliding the mascara brush along my eyelids. My eyebrows were next, the one contradiction to the previous tricks god liked to play on me. Instead of being next to nonexistent like the rest of my body hair they grew out bushy and were always threatening to bridge the gap to for a uni-brow. 

I fought them for what felt like hours before I was finally satisfied, running an eyebrow pencil over them to fill in whatever gaps may have sprouted during my haste, finally standing up and sliding the skimpy little slut skirt up to my waste, clasping it shut at the waist and stepping into the sandals. I marveled as a breeze blew beneath me, tickling my ass. (That sensation is without any doubt one of my favorite things about skirts!)

I twirled in the mirror satisfied with how I looked, it was like staring at a 19 year old spicy latina college girl the ones you see on tv that lounge about on the coach and wait for her friends to come over so they could enjoy a friendly pillow fight. Giggling at the thought of being a college girl I set about my tasks for the day.

Unknown to me at the time I had been being watched throughout the entirety of my transformation. You see just before my mom's disappearance we had been subject to a new addition to our neighborhood after our long time neighbors the Dawson's (a lovely elderly coupled) had moved. Well it was really just Mrs. Dawson, Mr. Dawson had died of a heart attack during the night and overcome with grief she had stopped taking care of herself. 

Eventually her kids had been forced to come down from the city to deal with her; they promptly packed her up and shipped her off to a home. They sold the house to a very domineering African man named Sam, and after that and my mom feeling spiteful (I starting to think she believes we stole her youth) decided to force us to have him over for dinner. 

He had taken a profound interest in our family, in no time at all he was suddenly dropping by to help around the house and sometimes when no one was looking I could swear he was watching me. 

I felt like he followed me around the house, especially when my mom and sister would step out. Once I was almost sure he had said something along the lines of "Slut" to me as he was repairing the washing machine one day. Thinking it was ridiculous for a man to call another man a slut I shrugged it off and went about my business. What 

Boy was I going to be suprised when I would find out that Sam had turned out to be more interested in our family then I originally suspected. It turns out When my mom had run off with her new boyfriend she failed to tell any of us that he was a very high ranking official within the Mafia. Let alone that Sam had not moved in by coincidence, but was actually hired to watch over our family for somewhere close by. 

The real reason he had been helping around the house was so that he could secretly hide cameras, so that he could monitor us and keep us safe. Instead he had ended up recording and watching every second of film he had of me dressing up and masterbating.

Sam had become infatuated with me, to him I was better looking than my mother and sister combined, and once I had transformed he knew was going to have to have me one way or another. As It happened to be today was the day he would finally strike. He turned off the monitor of the screen he was watching me walk out into the backyard on and made for the door. Grabbing his keys off the counter he smiled inwardly as he locked up and made his way over to my house. Today he would make a boy into a woman, his woman.

The knock on the door startled me and I dropped the glass of juice I was carrying across the kitchen floor. I stood there in panic trying to decide what to do. It couldn't be my mom she wouldn't bother knocking and my sister had her own place now, she rarely showed up around the house unless it was a holiday

Deciding it was probably nothing more than a delivery guy or something and that it was better off to just ignore it I plucked a paper towel off the roll and got down on my hands and knees and began scrubbing up the wreckage of my beverage. It was then I heard the door shut from the living room. 

My heart leapt to my throat as I jumped to my feet and found my black neighbor Sam staring straight at me. Staring is probably too soft a word, it was more like he was leering his eyes straying up and down my body as his tongue flicked out of the side of his mouth and traced his lips.

"You look so good in that outfit I couldn't help but think to myself; Sam old buddy, a little girl like that one shouldn't be in a house all by herself, it's simply not safe not with all the sexual predators out there these days." he quipped smiling broadly as he closed the distance and came up to the bar that separated the kitchen from the living room. 

"Mmmr...wwwoodssson!"I stammered, "What are you earth talking about!? What are you doing here!? I...I... I think you should leave!" "Now now that's not a very polite way to treat guest's young lady! Your mother would be so upset to hear about how you are behaving. Did you know she begged my boss to have me look over you all this time, fix things around your house and make sure it's nice and quiet so you can dress up like the little girl you are?" He laughed, "Well granted she doesn't know you dress up but that can be our little secret can't it?" I stood there aghast, frozen in fear as I digested his words. He had been watching me dress up! How long had this gone on... had he seen me with the dildo? Oh no! What was I going to do if he saw me panting and screaming out for my daddy as I fucked myself relentlessly with that vibrating wonder machine? I was caught and I knew it so I decided to make the best of it. "What would you like to drink then Mr. Woodson!?" I cooed softly, getting a little more practice with my feminine voice.

"A Jack and Coke would suit me nicely and for you I'm thinking something more girly is in order. How do you feel about a pink pussy, know how to make one of those?"

I nodded my head and he stood from the bar and made his way towards the sliding glass doors leading outside to our pool.

"Good that kind of drink suits the new you. I'll be outside having a swim, bring it to me when it's done."

I nodded my head and got to work about the kitchen making our drinks. After I finished I went outside and found him lounging in nothing but his swim trunks (apparently he had worn them under his clothes? How well prepared for this was he?) He took his drink and swiftly finished it. Looking up at me and my half finished glass he sighed unpleased.

"Now now, that's a pink pussy you should be able to finish that before I even get halfway done. I think you better pick up the pace or your mother might learn you have been stealing her booze as well."

I scoffed at this for a second but the look in his eyes suggested that even now the cameras were rolling and he had all the evidence he needed to have my mom back here in an instant. Giving up I downed the glass and he sent me off to get more. A few hours later I was feeling really drunk as Sam insisted we go inside and watch some TV. He had me sit down on the couch as he walked up to the DVD player and inserted a Disk he had pulled from a secret compartment inside the entertainment center. Had he installed that for just this occasion I wondered as my suspicions became verified when the movie finally started. It was a porno! Not only that, it was one I had recently watched (he was watching me on my computer too!) and showcased a very beautiful black haired Tranny named Carla Novaes (I always thought I looked like her so it made it easier to pretend to be her when I played around) as she sucked and fucked a large black man very similar looking to Sam now that I thought about it. Sam seemed to be reading my mind as he sat down next to me and placed his arm around my shoulder. "I think you look just like her." He said solemnly "I am sorry for being so forceful earlier, but I knew it was the only way to get you to lighten up a little. That and a few drinks!"

He laughed awkwardly as I sat there silently as he waited for me to say something. He was right in a sense, after the third or fourth drink I'll admit I started REALLY loosening up and accepting what was happening. I had even begun acting a little girly, giggling at his jokes and letting my eyes linger on his swollen chest and the surprisingly girthy bulge straining to escape his swim trunks. 

"You see I do think you look a lot like her and well to be honest she is my favorite. I have been in love with her for a long time and obviously I would never get to know her. I've dated others like her but I felt like you would be quite the catch if I pulled it off, so please, I don't want to have to force you..."

It was then I realized what he was after as his lips met mine and his tongue slithered into my mouth. I pushed him away gasping for air. "We can't!" I stammered "I am a boy!"

"Not to me you aren't" he said running his hands along my side and sending a shiver down my spine. "Look at you even your body can't lie about what you are! So why do you keep fighting it!?" He was right, I was enjoying this. I felt his hand stop and clamp onto my ass as he began kneading it gently. I was fascinated at how my hips moved in rhythm with his hands, completely on their own and I knew it was time. I lunged forward my lips practically crashing into his as my tongue thrashed about inside his mouth. His tongue met mine and I felt nothing but bliss as we sat there making out lustfully, his hands travelling up and down my sides, my hips bucking to the motion started by his hands.

His hands found my nipples under the bra and stuffing so suddenly I couldn't help but moan (amazingly girly) and plunged my mouth upon his one more. Before long my curiosity and lust were beyond my control as my hand found the button to his pants. I unfastened the strings and pulled the button free allowing enough room for my hand to slide down his stomach and into his drawers. It was there I found my new best friend. I pulled his cock free and began to run my hand up and down the long ebony shaft, my fingers lightly circling the top as I plunged my hand up and down his huge member. It had to be at least 10 inches and wider around than a good sized carrot. The weight felt just right in my hand and the heat it generated was somehow comforting.

I wanted to get to know it better! My mind made up I broke our passionate embrace and slid down past his knees my face now eye level with his massive cock.

"Suck it Carla." He grunted staring me straight in the eyes.

"What did you call me!?" I said staring shocked up at him.

"I can call you Carla can't I? I figured your real name wasn't very fitting after all and well you look like a Carla..." he pushed his cock towards my lips "please my darling Carla?" I was sold, it was like those feelings I had had watching shemales on the internet only better, 10x no 100x better. I was finally Carla, a girl, one of those beautiful radiating creatures and here before me was the big black man I had always secretly wanted to covet me. My head dropped and the tip of his cock passed my lips hitting the back of my throat.