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A Weird Storm...

By: dkmywife



Laurie lay on a beach on the big island of Hawaii. Two whole weeks on the island in a big house some friends had let her use. The weather was perfect in the mid 80's with a constant sea breeze blowing in off the cool pacific. As idealistic as it may have seemed Laurie was there for more than just a vacation she needed time to think. 

Laurie had been doing a lot of thinking, in fact she was tired of thinking. Usually about stuff that didn't concern her directly. She was in the PTA which was full of thoughtless busy bodies with whom she 'had' to work and a principle with a nightmare personality. She was the go-to person when the shit hit the fan, which was almost daily. 

Laurie was a girl scout troop leader and had to deal with Military/PTA wives/moms who were not in the habit if thinking about anything but what effected 'them' and their status in the community. Laurie was a smart, attractive woman with a driver personality who did not tolerate the petty dramas that drove the military/wife/PTA community. 

Laurie handled these dramas by simply being observant and speaking only when necessary. As a result she had the respect of most PTA members. While being held in contempt by the busy bodies who believed that she should not hold a position in the PTA since Laurie was not 'military', which made absolutely no sense. 

Luckily Laurie was well liked and had mastered the subtle art of isolating the trouble makers while still keeping them involved. This mastery had its cost. It was exhausting.

However exhausting that may have been it was nothing when compared to dealing with her husband and his moods, which were the result of his inability to cope with stress of any kind. He simply did not have the tools, or rather he had the tools but did not use them consistently. 

It was his stress and his reaction to stress that made her life stressful. Honestly the older he got the more high maintenance he became which made him appear, to her anyway, like his mother whom she not only disliked but could not and would not tolerate. 

Adding to this were countless other daily trials that took their toll on her mind, body and soul the limit of which she was quickly approaching. All of which had led to a significant mind shift which she now had to decide whether or not to follow. 

Laurie had to decide whether or not to enter into a physical relationship with a man she had met several months before. It was not a question of wanting to because she certainly 'wanted' to. In fact it had been 'his' suggestion that she take some time to consider the question before they took that next, irreversible step. 

That he was the one suggesting she think about it made her want him even more. The fact that he was HOT, muscular with excellent grooming habits didn't hurt. Adding to her attraction was his sense of humor and that he knew how to dress himself. A sigh escaped her lips as she remembered the day she saw him in nothing but a towel. 

She had been running errands that day for a PTA fund raiser she was helping organize. Actually she was organizing it period because there was yet another drama unfolding in the PTA/Military wife rank and file. Anyway, as she was walking by the gym locker room she saw him briefly Greg walking from the showers to his locker. 

His body was everything she had imagined it would be because he always filled his suits out in the right places. His shoulders were broad and thick his chest was smooth and defined with abs that scooped inward rather than pooching out over his belt. In fact his towel looked as though it might fall off because there was almost nothing to hold it on. Of course his ass was simply perfect. 

Having the presence of mind not to stare she quickened her pace down the hall and finished her business in the gyms administration office then left. It was an image she could not get out of her head. She sighed as her imagination took hold as images of his naked body pressing against hers filled her mind, exciting her senses, driving her mad with long suppressed lust. 

Her decision to pursue an affair was out of curiosity more than an anything. It was also due to the fact that in the struggle to maintain a business and marriage she had changed into a pragmatist. 

Behaving within the moral confines of social norms did little to advance their social or economic standing. Giving to charity, giving free care to those who could not afford it and forgiving debts for those persons who had fallen on hard times had done nothing but create more stress. 

Karma, it seemed, had taken a vacation on those who were honestly trying to do the right thing for their fellow man. Whereas those who were out for themselves and taking advantage of people were doing well in spite of the karma they were supposed to reap. So she decided to cross the line as a social experiment. Would it really matter if she got a little action on the side in the interest of metaphysical science? She giggled at the absurdity of the idea, yet she wondered about it to. Would it really matter? 

Of course she had a continuous internal dialog debating the inherent conflicts one must address when embarking on such a journey. "Will this make me a bad person?" "How can I even think of this?" "How can I not? If I do meet someone will I be able to even go there? What happens if he is worse than my husband? What if he is perfect? Will he be just another guy with whom I am disappointed?" So her internal dialog went when she was not busy with the many jobs she had assigned herself to keep her mind occupied and off this question. 

Try as she might to avoid making the decision to have an affair the decision was eventually made to take that step. It was her husbands constant downer attitude that finally forced her to actively consider taking another man as a lover for her own sanity if for nothing else. 

Her next task was to find a man who wasn't a pig. She was convinced that men, no matter how well groomed, were still pigs. 

Laurie's first exposure to internet dating sites was so appalling that she avoided the internet for weeks and nearly gave up in disgust. Even her husband wasn't 'that' much of a pig compared to the 'swine' she encountered. 

After a few weeks she returned and learned which sites to avoid. This led to emails which led to meetings that were very often disappointing which in turn led to meeting the man she was currently interested in. He was a guy who had no need of internet sites to meet, much less attract, women. 

Laurie was fed up and dismayed with whole business and was about to give it up as a waist of time when she met Greg. He was an attorney in town on business. The guy she was supposed to meet didn't show. She was in the process of getting up to leave when Greg walked through the door. 

He wore a suit, a nice one but what struck her was the fact that he was hot, built and sporting a pony tail. Not the short, puny wanna-be pony tail that too many middle aged men adopted when they wanted to feel young again. This one was long, neat and appeared to be a natural extension of himself as if he always had it. 

His face was young looking but there was a sharp edge to it as if he was a man who had lived for himself and nobody else and his body filled his suit out in all the right places. As she took in his physique he caught her staring and their eyes met. Being forward he walked boldly over to her and offered to buy lunch if she would keep him company. He handed her his card Greg Mitchell Attorney at Law, specializing in estate planning and asset protection. 

He was in his mid 40s and was well groomed, not a nose hair to be seen or an eyebrow in need of plucking. To top it off he was a perfect gentleman. He was easy company to keep evidenced by the fact that they talked for hours that first day. 

That meeting led to another and then another. They soon became good friends and she told him everything, even what she was up to the day they met, she felt that free with him. Like a good friend he held no judgments and did not think any less of her for sharing that with him and promised to keep it under his hat. 

Having nothing to hide she told her husband about him not at all concerned that their lunch dates would lead to anything more than friendship, even though Laurie ceased all of her date site activity upon meeting him. 

Over time her initial attraction to him grew more aggressive causing her to dress more sexily as she became aware of the fact that Greg was the man she would like to have an affair with. The trouble was she didn't know exactly how to initiate an affair. So she kept seeing him as friends not quite content with the nature of their relationship. 

One evening he asked her to go with him to a dinner meeting with a client who insisted he bring a friend. She agreed without hesitation. It was a professional meeting with business being the focus. Had it not been for Greg being such great company the evening would have been terribly boring. 

Business carried on much later than expected and was well after midnight when they left the restaurant. Greg thanked her for coming and suggested that they get a quick drink before ending the evening to which she readily agreed. 

At the bar they took a seat out on the deck and listened to the seals barking in the harbor as they quietly sipped their drinks. Conversation flowed easily as always with one drink leading to another. While contemplating whether or not to get another drink they fell into a comfortable silence. 

They watched a lone sea lion swimming around the dock barking rather obnoxiously into the night with several other sea lions responding as if to say 'Hey, be quiet!' He then disappeared under water and headed toward his companions. 

The silence continued as Laurie began noticing lights glowing here and there on the yachts tied to the docks. There was a private party on one of the larger sailing yachts at the far end of the marina. Laurie's eyes locked on the distant party watching the few people mingling on deck before Laurie sensed she herself was being watched. 

She turned to see Greg staring at her, eyes ablaze with obvious lust causing her stomach to leap with excitement. Their eyes locked as the energy between them grew. Their eyes said more than any conversation ever could. 

Laurie swallowed hard trying to keep herself from panicking at being faced with a decision she was not prepared to make. Her internal dialog piped up again "Please, say you want me, No behave yourself. Why should I? Good point. No, no I must behave. Oh God please, please let this be happening. No, I can't, but I have to, I just have to know." So it went for an eternity while semi-nude images of Greg in a towel flashed through her mind. Her resolve melted away and was replaced by an active curiosity. 

Greg spoke only loud enough for her to hear "I think we should take a walk". She agreed not quite sure what, if anything, was happening. All the while hoping, praying and fearing that something would. Somewhere along the pier Laurie's hand found his and they walked into the darkness of the pier. 

Not a word was spoken. Laurie seemed to know where this was heading as her heart beat nervously in her chest. Both fearing and anticipating the darkness and the privacy it would lend her desires she gripped his hand more tightly. 

When his hand squeezed hers in return they were standing next to a storage warehouse on the water. The sound of water lapping at the pilings and lights in the distance reflecting off the water added a sense of privacy and isolation. There was enough light to see what they needed to and yet nobody could see them if they were more than ten feet away. 

As he pressed her back against the wall of the warehouse her heart beat with excited anticipation as she realized his intentions, intentions that matched her own. 

A woman laughed softly in the distance but it did not register. Laurie's hands found Greg's waste and for the first time she felt the taught,lean flesh she had hungered for gliding under her fingers. The darkness created an envelope of safety giving her the freedom to act on her desires and be hidden from the world. 

Lifting her face to him she invited him to kiss her, without saying a word. His lips met hers and the throbbing, pulsing blood in her ears amplified so that she could hear nothing but her own heart beat. Sliding a hand up his back, under his jacket she let her hands explore his lean, taught body feeling how his body reacted to her touch. 

As the dark enveloped them she was a teenager again making out in a dark corner, both nervous about getting caught and excited by doing something not only against the rules but 'forbidden'. Raising a thigh and rubbing it against his she felt the split of her dress fall away exposing her skin to the cool night air hooking her heel around his leg. 

Instantly she felt a soft, warm hand on her thigh sliding up under her dress and cupping her cheek then reaching under her lacy, black Victoria Secret panties. Not quite a thong but skimpy enough and sexy, she had taken to wearing sexy underwear when meeting Greg, "Just in case', she would say to herself, 'just in case". 

The slightest twinge of guilt surfaced as his hand reached under the lacy fabric but quickly evaporated as his hand squeezed and caressed her ass and thigh. She reacted by driving her tongue deeper into his mouth moaning passionately at this touch. 

She loved kissing and he could kiss. Kissing was a talent often wasted on men. So few could kiss and those who could never did it long enough. He wasn't moving to access anyplace else which annoyed her. 

Here she was with a guy who could kiss, had a body to die for and he was 'not' putting his hands all over her like most men would. 

For the first time in her life she was actually annoyed at a man for behaving exactly the way she had wanted men to behave. Her body hungered for his touch in places most men usually went without her consent...bastards. She thought to herself "Great, the one time I want a guy to behave like a guy and he actually behaves himself" 

Not only did she want him to touch her everywhere she wanted him to touch her...NOW. Finally as if on cue his hand began to move around to the inside of her thigh and down to her knee then back up again. Laurie moaned her approval and moved her thigh outward giving a clear signal to proceed further. 

His hand disappeared under the lace fabric under her cheeks, from the inside of her thigh before slowly emerging so that his fingers grazed her external folds. Breaking their kiss Laurie's head rocked back as her body responded involuntarily to his touch "Yes" she hissed as a finger dipped just deeply enough to tease and entice her. His hand moved away and back to cupping and caressing her ass cheek. 

Laurie began unbuttoning her blouse one button at a time pulling it from her skirt as she did. When the cool night air hit her skin she reached behind and unclasped her bra strap. She was glad she had chosen the strapless because it fell away exposing herself to the cool night air. When he did not move quickly enough she took the wrist of his free hand and placed it on her naked chest. A clearer signal she could not fathom unless she screamed "Touch them dammit". 

He needed no verbal commands as his free hand was soon cupping and caressing her lobes while his thumb and forefinger pinched and pulled on her firm eraser hard nipples. 

Their lips were locked in a kiss that she was not in any hurry to break away, relishing his velvet soft hands in places she longed to be touched. Again his lower hand shifted to her front and under the fabric and slid ever so slightly across her sensitive regions causing her to shudder as she was now being overwhelmed with sensations...all of them good, from her perspective. 

This time a finger dipped even deeper, remained deep just long enough for her to sink herself down onto it causing her to gasp, moan and sink down on it again and again. He pulled out..and went back to her ass cheek and thigh. "Tease" she thought. 

As this happened her hands were unbuttoning his shirt so that she could feel his skin pressing against hers. She wanted her naked chest to touch his. If she was going to misbehave she was going to misbehave properly. 

Leaving his tie in place she pulled at his shirt freeing it from his slacks and pressed her naked torso against his wrapping both arms around his body so that her hands could now explore his naked, muscular back. Laurie could feel his heart beat through is skin which mixed evenly with her own. Greg's free hand moved behind and down lifting her skirt so that he could gain access to her from the other side. 

He then cupped her ass cheeks with each hand and lifted her up a few inches on the wall and pressed his clearly aroused manhood against her causing her to moan with nervous anticipation as she realized just how far she was willing to go. Responding in kind she ground herself against him imagining how it would feel to have his cock sheathed by her folds..what his heat...his length and hardness would feel like buried inside her, deep. Her mind dove to dark, steamy depths she had seldom indulged. 

He broke their kiss and said "If we take this any further' he paused, 'you have to promise me 'not' to leave your husband. I do not want any complications. Agreed?" Laurie nodded. 

Pressing her forehead into his chest she said "I do not want to leave him. But I need, I need this" and her thigh slid up his again in a clear signal that she was willing to take things much, much further. 

His arms folded around her as they rocked back and forth in the cool night air. "Please" she whispered. Their lips met once again and his hand once again found its place on her exposed thigh. 

Ten minutes passed in silence during which time Greg's hand found its way under her lace panties. This time Laurie broke their kiss, looked up into his eyes grabbed his wrist and slowly pulled his hand from under her panties redirecting his hand to her waist band whispering in his ear "Take them off of me, please" Standing with her feet on the ground and spread slightly apart she directed him to remove her undies from her body. 

He paused looking into her eyes and said "Are you sure?" 

Laurie nodded but said nothing staring intently into his eyes. Without a word he peeled her panties from her body. Kneeling before Laurie he pulled them down as she raised one leg then the other. Standing again he held her lace undies in his hand and handed them to her. 

She took them and placed them in his pocket. "Keep them" she whispered. As her hand came away from his pocket she grabbed his wrist and said. "Touch me". His hand moved to her inner thigh and up her slit. 

Had there been any light he would have been able to see that she had taken to getting salon treatments and was now sporting an extreme 'Brazilian' trim that left a vertical pencil thin line of 'trim'. 

His fingers found what his eyes could not see and one long finger slid ever so lightly over her folds. Causing her to gasp in a combination of excitement, fear and a minute sense of guilt which was quickly over shadowed by simple yet overwhelming lust. Pressing her head to his chest she whispered "Touch me, Please, touch me and keep touching me, please, please".

Another man was touching her in places she had only allowed her husband. It was bliss. No hint of guilt to cloud her pleasure as she absorbed the warmth of his forbidden touch. For the first time in 17 years she was about to let another man bring her to orgasm. The whole time his fingers probed and pleasured her she was thinking about how wonderful his cock would feel. Anticipation of his cock entering her only intensified her pleasure which drove her to an exquisite and screaming orgasm. 


A Weird Storm... Ch. 02



The storm that hit Hawaii had been the result of an underwater volcano erupting. Hawaii was building another island. The heated water from which evaporated into a storm front already developing creating a more powerful storm. Only she had dreamed the whole thing or did she? 

She had awakened in her bed to her husband's voice. This confused her because she had been rescued from the storm by a stranger living in a light house down the beach, a stranger she had eventually slept with...several blissful times. The memory of the dream was as real as if it had just happened including the warmth of his cum exploding inside her, which, even now seemed to linger. Rick her husband handed her a coffee when she woke dazed and confused. Had it all been just a dream? The details she remembered were far too vivid to be merely a dream, yet here she was in their vacation house miles from where she remembered being just moments before. 

But then she remembered, walking to the light house the day before only to be awakened by her husband after having fallen to sleep in her lounge. That also had been a very vivid dream. Again here she was wondering if it had been a dream or not? Sensing her need to be alone Rick moved out of the room and turned out the light so she could rest. She did not sleep but instead began to wonder what was going on before her thoughts began to dwell on Greg the man she was planning to have an affair with, rather had already begun an affair with if she counted their time on the pier and the fabulous orgasm she'd had at his hands. They had not slept together or fucked... "yet" she reminded herself. 

He was waiting back home for her to return so that they could 'talk'. Laurie smirked knowing full well what their talk would lead to. Not a twinge of guilt or regret surfaced knowing that she would give herself to him without question or hesitation. Only she would not be asking her husband for permission or announce the fact that she intended to cheat on him. No, this was going to be her secret, hers and Greg's. The storm then distracted her as the wind and rain increased severely. It sounded bad, dangerously severe and the wind was rattling the windows and causing the house to shudder as gusts threatened to tear the roof off. 

Walking to the front porch where her husband said he'd found her, she watched the tide splash against the seawall which was now very nearly submerged. The beach she remembered walking on was underwater. Up the coast she saw the flash of light. A few seconds later another flash...and another. The heavy rain prevented her from seeing anything but the flashing light off in the distance. Was that her mysterious light house? Was her dream lover still there or was he just some figment of her imagination or an expression of her longing for Greg? 

Try as she might the idea that it was merely a dream would not register. She could not accept that. Something had happened...the orgasms she'd had, the taste of his cum...the heat of his shaft pulsing deep within her body...were far, far too real to be just a dream. Yet, here she stood, in a robe she remembered being given by the man in her dream...no...not a dream...a...a...what? 

She felt the soft terry cloth running her hands over the embroidered light house. She had never bought such a robe...and her husband would not be this tasteful. His idea of a robe would have been some plaid eye sore and certainly nothing as luxurious as this. 

With that thought an acid wave of disgust for her cheap, fat...pig husband crashed over her reminding her why she had been seeking an affair. Greg was not someone she had intended to be with initially...but as time and their relationship grew...her desire for him grew. This culminated in an unscheduled, unplanned ignition of their mutual lust one night after a dinner meeting and drinks on a public pier. 

Dizziness forced her back to the bedroom and under the sheets...where she let the clear memory of her recent experiences take her as she collapsed into a deep sleep. But her dream lover did not return nor did the light house. 

The remainder of their vacation was pleasant while tame. The storm had done a great deal of damage to the island but luckily had not ruined their vacation. What irritation she'd had for her husband eased up somewhat with Greg's touch to look forward to. The idea of being alone with him and fucking his brains out was a nice distraction from the irritating asshole husband snoring on his chase lounge, God how he pissed her off. 

Laurie did not venture passed the beach outside their rental cottage for the remainder of her trip. Her heart simply couldn't take the idea that it was all a dream. She wanted to hold onto something and remember her vacation time fling with a stranger in a lighthouse in a storm. 

On the flight home she let her thoughts dwell on Greg and their first planned meeting and the talk he'd promised they'd have. She'd sent him a text from the plane an hour before they landed. 

Laurie: Headed home...landing in one hour, he texted her back almost instantly. 

Greg: 'Hey...how was your trip? Heard about a nasty hurricane that hit Hawaii were you in it?' 

Laurie: Yeah, got caught on the beach. It was a weird storm really. Came on suddenly and really did some damage. I was afraid that the roof of our cottage would come off. 

Greg: Wow!! Seriously? Hope you are ok. 

Laurie: It certainly gave me time to think...about us. ;) 

Greg: And? 

Laurie: I'm looking forward to 'talking' with you...(hint) I want to do more than just talk. 

Greg: I'm so glad. So you are ok with our being friends with benefits? I don't want us to be superficial...but I need to keep it off the radar. 

Laurie: Yes, I am VERY much into being friends with benefits...you have no idea how hard it was for me not to turn around that night and run up to your hotel room and fuck your brains out.;)

Greg: I know...I wanted that to... soo bad. But had you turned around I was already gone. I couldn't stay there knowing that you could have been there with me...fucking my brains out.

Laurie: Ok...so why did we wait? 

Greg: I wanted to make sure you wanted this as much as I do. That and I didn't want you to think I was taking advantage of you. 

Laurie: It isn't taking advantage if it is something I want to. Had that woman not said anything...you'd have had me right then and there...all of me...no regrets. I don't want to wait any longer. Can I see you tonight? 

Greg: I'm already in town and have a hotel room. The La Quinta Inn down the street from your house; I figured you could 'take a walk' and meet me here. I got a room with a nice view. I can see your house from here. I couldn't wait...so I had my secretary check on your flight. Once I knew you were on the plane and heading home I booked a room and drove up. 

Laurie's pulse quickened and her face flushed with excitement and as well as fear. Nowhere was there any doubt that she would meet him. Nor was there any doubt that she would, she smiled, fuck his brains out...a few blocks from where her husband would be either sleeping or watching television. 

Laurie: Let me be clear...I am coming to you this evening and it isn't to 'talk.' One thing I want is for you to fuck me...while I am looking at my house. I want to feel you inside me as my husband sit's and watches television. Not really sure why...but that is something that I do want. 

Greg: I understand that...more than you know. 

Laurie: I want to please you in more ways that just the one. I'm not very good at sucking cock...but I want to for you. Don't ask why but I want to do that for you. I want to get good at it...for you. Is that weird? 

Greg: No not weird at all. I was hoping we would get to that because I love that...However, I also like to reciprocate...a lot...that is if you don't mind me doing that to you. 

Laurie was getting dizzy. He had forgotten about the reverse roll in that activity. It had been so long since she'd had that done that she'd actually forgotten about the pleasure she once enjoyed from it. 

She replied with her fingers shaking like they hadn't done in a long time. 

Laurie: I would love that...in both ways. God...I wish this plane would land. The drive home is going to be insane. I can't wait...I can't wait...I can't wait. 

Greg: Neither can I. I want you so badly. 

Laurie: I want you to...more than you can possibly know. We will have plenty of time. I'll just say I'm going out to meet someone. I won't be lying...will I? 

Greg: No, I guess not. Hurry and make that plane land. How do you want me to greet you tonight? Clothes on...off...what? 

The question made her think. She'd been thinking of him wearing his towel at the gym that day she'd seen him. It was the image she most often imagined when masturbating. The orgasms she'd had with that image in her mind were mind blowing. 

Laurie: I want you wearing only a towel. I want to unwrap my present...but I don't want to work too hard either. God how I want you!! Can you send me a picture of you in your towel? Please. 

Greg: Give me a few minutes...It'll be something to get you going. 

In less than a minute he'd sent her a selfie...only he was wearing jeans and a shirt. A few minutes later he sent her a picture of himself in a towel as requested. Standing in front of a mirror in a bathroom in all his glory making her heart nearly stop. With her heart beating savagely she replied to the picture as her eyes fixated on the sausage like protrusion underneath. 

Her mouth went dry...as she saw a hint of what awaited her. Oh my god!! She thought as her lust exploded. His physique didn't hurt either. A flat taught stomach...six pack abs...and his obliques...running down into his towel...terminating at the base of the monster hidden underneath it. 

Laurie: Oh God! 

Greg: You like? 

Laurie: Most definitely. Is it wrong of me to want to see more? 

Greg: Not if that is what you want. You sure?

Laurie: Yes. Please. I want to see all of you. 

In a few seconds a picture came up on her phone with Greg standing fully nude in front of the mirror. He was hot, his wearing the towel had left little to imagine... she was not disappointed. His body was beautiful as was the cock hanging between his legs. His oblique's terminated at the base of his cock which was devoid of pubic hair, an image she found immensely erotic. Large and most definitely something she wanted to experience. 

Laurie: Oh God! You are so beautiful!!

Greg: Thank you. I'm glad you like what you see. 

Laurie: I hope that wasn't awful of me to request. 

Greg: I would have said so if it was. Don't worry. How did it make you feel?

Laurie: I want you more than ever. I want this...you...all of you!! 

The pilot announced their decent into the airport at this point and requested all devices be turned off. So Laurie had to sign off. 

Laurie: Gotta turn my phone off. I'll text when I'm on the ground. And just before I leave to meet you...Excited!!

Greg: Good, See you very soon...I can't wait to see you. Bye. 

The Airport was insanely busy. Bagged claim was thankfully short and the shuttle ride home was uneventful. Rick her husband slept the whole way giving her time to ogle Greg's pictures. She had taken a seat in the back so that she would have some privacy. She tried to text him the moment they got into the shuttle but she didn't have any service. Halfway home her message finally got to him. She then settled down to enjoy the ride home anticipating the evening to come. 

Arriving home the late afternoon sun was warm and inviting. But the days travel had made them both feel sticky and nasty. So she showered off first and took this time to ensure that her Brazilian wax didn't need any touch up. While her husband was in the shower she stood in the window of her home and texted Greg wearing only her robe. 

Laurie: Hey can you see into my living room? 

Greg: Yup! I see you...you are so beautiful. 

Laurie: BRB

She looked around and then stepped back into the bedroom to see if her husband was still in the shower, he was so she came back out. 

Laurie: Returning the favor. Dropping her robe she now stood nude in the window. 

Greg: Oh babe...how lovely you are. When can I expect you?

Laurie: Soon. I have to rest a bit and figure out what I should wear for you. 

Greg: Wear something that comes off easy, I to want to unwrap my present...fast. 

She knew immediately what she was going to wear, her wrap around skirt that was just casual enough to be daily wear but sexy enough to be playful and one piece that would go on and come off quickly. She decided not to wear anything underneath. 

Laurie: Gotcha covered.. I'll call or text before I leave...OK? 

As challenging as it was for her to rest she knew that she had to and lay down for an hour. It would be a bad showing for her to fall asleep during their planned intimacy. 

In spite of her excitement she did fall into a badly needed sleep. Her husband ended up sacking out on the couch in front of the television. Their kids were off with her mom for the weekend and wouldn't be back until the next day. 

Waking just as the sun was setting she donned her wrap around dress and nothing else, except for maybe her pumps. She couldn't wear this with sneakers...the effect would be all wrong. But when she left she let her husband know she was leaving and he groggily waved his acknowledgement of her leaving. 

It was all she could do to not spin the tires as she tore down the street, rounded the corner on two wheels or so it seemed and in less than a minute braked hard turning into the La Quinta Inn less than three blocks from her house. Only when she had parked did she remember to text Greg.

Laurie: I'm here

Greg: Ok...waiting and got champagne on the chill. 

Tossing her phone into her purse she got out locked her door and nearly ran across the parking lot and into the lobby of the hotel and up to the second story to Greg's room. Knocking on his door she heard him approach the door. When the door opened there he was in the towel he'd worn in the picture a few hours before. He'd just come out of the shower with his hair wet but this body was dry and powdered with a hint of cologne and even more perfect than she remembered. 

The moment the door opened she stepped through it, grabbed the 'Do Not Disturb' sign and placed it on the doorknob and closed the door quietly behind her and locked it. Standing against the door she took in the beautiful man standing before her and struggled to not rush into his arms. It was impossible to not notice his cock rising under the towel...as she slowly undid her dress...and let it fall to the floor before stepping up to him. Her heart beat like a trip hammer in her chest as the idea of finally being with Greg took hold of her consciousness. Not a single doubt surfaced. If there had been any, it would have evaporated the moment she took his towel and pulled it off his body. 

Standing barely a foot from her was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. Taking his hand she moved in as if in a dream and pressed her body against his wrapping one arm around his shoulder and the other around his teeny waist. Feeling his body heat against hers was blissful as was the warm, hard appendage growing between them and pressing against her mound. Laurie closed her eyes as for the first time she felt the warmth of his cock touch her. Sighing in ecstasy she pressed herself unconsciously against his cock.

The feeling of having his cock touch her was amazing. He was not yet inside her but it soon would be...if she had anything to say about it. For now she felt the overwhelming need to hold her body against his. Looking into his eyes she whispered "Finally" and kissed him passionately. 

As they kissed her hands explored his magnificent body and his hands explored hers. His touch enflamed her as she let his hands have free reign. Her breasts were pressed against his muscular chest and his pelvis was pressed hard against hers...with is cock sliding against her now waiting, wanting pussy lips. "I've wanted this for so long," she said breaking the kiss and pressing her forehead against his chest. "You have no idea how hard it has been to keep my want of you pent up," she said kissing the skin of his chest. 

Greg pushed her back a little, lifted her chin and said "I have wanted you from the first day we met. I was trying hard not to put the make on you from the instant I laid eyes on you.' He said kissing her softly on the lips 'I'm glad we got to know each other first. It will make this so much more special and more enjoyable." He finished by pulling her to him and kissing her even harder. 

Laurie always enjoyed a good kiss and he was good at it. Time seemed to stand still as they got reacquainted with each other. But time was something they did not have much of. Breaking the kiss once again Laurie looked hard into his eyes...moved back...grasped hold of his cock she began kissing his neck, shoulders, chest, stomach...kneeling down as she went. When she got to where she wanted to be she saw for the first time...up close his cock, 9" of perfectly formed cock thick enough that one hand could not completely wrap around it. 

Looking up at him she began slowly by kissing the head and licking the slit, then the underbelly of his shaft...down to his balls and back up. She was getting acquainted with her new toy. After a few minutes of this...his moans were such that she knew what she was doing was pleasing him which caused her to ramp up her efforts. Reaching the head of his cock once again...she opened her mouth and took his head into her mouth... his moan of approval spurred her on.

Slowly she slid his cock in and out of her mouth...not very far but enough to cause him to moan out loud which is what she wanted most of all...to know she could please him. The more comfortable she got the deeper she attempted to take him and the more he moaned the more turned on she became. 

Sucking cock used to disgust her, mostly because she had the paranoid fear of the man she was sucking off was going to cum in her mouth. However, that was not at all a concern for her now. For whatever reason, she no longer cared about that. Her only concern was to pleasure this man...and if that meant letting him cum in her mouth...she was going to let that happen. Not only was she prepared to let that happen...she wanted it to. 

Since her vacation and her experiences there, whether imagined or real, the fact was she had changed and her wants and desires had changed as well. She was surprised by the fact that she was enjoying sucking his cock as much as he was. There was no way she could possibly take his entire length...not yet...but she was going to do her very best to get to that point...one day. 

Once again a surreal sense of time took hold. Seconds seemed like minutes, minutes seemed like hours...but not in the sense that this was never going to end...but in the sense that no matter how long it took...it wouldn't be long enough. She concentrated her attention on his cock pumping it with her free hand and mouth...bracing with the other against his pelvis. She closed her eyes and slowly got acquainted with his cock. As big as he was...she was comfortable with pumping it in a few inches and then pulling off and licking the shaft taking a breath or two...then getting back to business. But after a while she felt his hand on her shoulder...and she looked up at him smiling. "Stand up baby...Please" he said. 

When she stood up he pulled her to him and whispered into her ear "That was amazing...but I want you, if you don't mind" and kissed her tenderly. 

Laurie melted into his arms and whimpered "Please..." into his ear as she hugged him close as if to absorb him into her. At that moment they both knew that this 'relationship' was going to be more than just a superficial, sexual relationship...it was a mutual love, lust...need to be with each other. 




A Weird Storm...



When she came she was unable to remain silent due to the intensity and explosive power of her orgasm and the release of her long suppressed passion. Burying her face in is muscular chest she felt the tension rise from deep inside her midsection, as his fingers did magic to her sliding across and burying themselves deep into her again and again. 

With each penetration she cried out softly gripping the lapels of his jacket as his fingers danced between her thighs driving her passions beyond the threshold of her composure, which she was quickly losing. 

Try as she might to keep silent the unexpected ferocity of her orgasm caused Laurie to cry out in a release of passion so intense she lost all sense of time and being as lights flashed inside her brain as muscles exploded in spasm throughout her body. 

Once, twice and again she came as her voice carried out over the water announcing to anyone within ear shot what had just happened in the shadows of a darkened pier. 

Once she regained herself she was biting onto his shoulder panting from physical exertion caused by the intensity of the orgasms that had just ripped through her body. 

Off in the distance she could hear a female voice call out "You go girl!!" The voice had come from the yacht in the distance. Looking up from his shoulder she looked over that direction where she noticed no less than three figures standing on the back deck looking in their direction and waving drunken encouragement. 

"Encore, Encore!!" a male voice cried out. A moment of panic took her as she thought they could somehow see them in the shadows. She could hardly see herself much less Greg so she was fairly certain that they had only heard her voice in the dark. 

"Can they see us?" She whispered. 

"No, not a chance. But I think they heard you." he said chuckling. 

Laurie looked into his eyes and reached for him but he grabbed her wrist and said "I think we should get out of here before a cop patrols the pier. Its about that time."

Laurie looked up at him puzzled "But..but you haven't" 

He cut her off "That's o.k., I enjoyed watching you cum." he said kissing her again. 

Laurie leaned in against him and stroked his 'manhood' through the thin fabric of his suit wanting to go further,understanding the need to vacate so not to be discovered, hence the excitement. 

If there were no risk in misbehaving there would be no excitement. If there were no excitement misbehaving would be no different than behaving, thereby becoming dull and predictable and not worth doing in the first place. 

Then again they had spent well over an hour making out which ended with her having the most incredible orgasm she could remember. 

Disappointment surfaced as her deepest desire to be fucked by this man had not been realized. She had him remove her thong for that purpose. Knowing that she would have to wait to feel his cock buried inside her was disappointing, very disappointing. Yet she wouldn't have traded one moment she had spent pressed against that warehouse for anything. 

"I wish we had more time, I really do" she said contemplating how it would have felt having his cock buried deep inside her. The forbidden nature of this want burned her from the inside though she worked desperately to keep it hidden. 

They redressed occasionally kissing with momentary albeit fleeting thoughts of going for it right then and there then rethinking again. To make it even more interesting there was no awkwardness or regrets as they walked along the pier. 

They were holding hands when Laurie asked "When are you coming back?" 

"Not until you get back from your vacation. There is no reason for me to be up here until you get back". He was silent. "You are the only reason I come up" he said. "Besides, it will be a good thing if you gave this some thought. Is this something you really want? I meant what I said about not wanting complications. The Bar Association frowns on this kind of thing, though it isn't really any of their business. The current president is a woman whose husband left her recently. So she tends to take out her frustrations on those members of the bar who have been caught having an affair or were the cause of a break up. I don't need that right now." 

He half laughed and continued. "The ironic thing is, she is a divorce attorney. One of the old, school cut throat types. Seems to me her husband leaving was Karma of a sort." 

He stopped and wrapped his arms around Laurie. "I would like you to think about this. I'd feel better if you took some time to think about it' he paused 'we may not be able to be together every time I'm in town. That and I'm not looking to steal you from your husband." 

He paused again, this time for a long time before saying "I don't want a superficial relationship because I care, but I would feel better about this if I knew that you could keep it superficial." 

Laurie was floored. Most men, at least the men she had known, were more concerned about being in the 'moment' and not the consequences. 

His request made her want him even more. "O.k. I will think about it. Just so you know, I won't mind a once in a while thing. But you are right I need to think about it. I am not planning to leave Richard. But he is dealing with personal issues that I have to let him handle on his own."

Laurie looked down at their hands now intermingled, comfortable. "I've been hoping that something would happen between us. I would have said something earlier had I known what to say. It's just having an affair isn't as easy as I thought it would be, at least for me." Laurie sighed into the dark hoping her confession wouldn't be misunderstood. 

Greg moved in and kissed her softly. "I've had an idea that you wanted something like that, but I wasn't sure about it myself." 

A twinge of regret hit her. It wasn't guilt or shame, but a deep regret that she hadn't been able to touch or please the man next to her. "Greg...I want you. I have to be with you at least once, Please" She spoke in nearly a whisper. 

She sensed a smile on his face as he looked at her through the early morning dark. "You realize its all I can do to not to take you up on that right now, here, on my hood?" 

Laurie smiled then said "Yes". He laughed and kissed her moaning in arousal held in check only by the strongest resolve, resolve that was breaking and she knew it.

"So, do we have a deal? I'll take my time thinking about it and the next time we meet, we'll talk about it..o.k.?" Laurie prodded. 

He was silent for a moment. "I'll agree to that" he said. 

Laurie drove home without her lace panties which were still in the pocket of Greg's suit. Her bra she had stuffed in her purse not wanting to coupe up her sensitive breasts after such a lovely orgasm. It was bad enough she had to wear a blouse. 

Laurie wondered how far things would have gone had that woman on the yacht not said anything. She certainly would have been able to give him a hand job, that would not have been any trouble for her she knew. Would that have been enough? She doubted it. Given her present state of arousal she was fairly certain that had he acted on his 'male' tendencies and pushed it...she would have given in, quite readily. 

Was he serious about taking me right there on his hood? Would I have been able to do that? She thought. Had he suggested she follow him to his hotel, she smiled, 'That would have been more like it' she thought. The idea that she could have been, at that moment, laying naked with her legs wrapped around his body and his cock buried deep inside her, making love to his entire body made her think about turning her car around. "Damn, damn. Next time would be very different". She let her thoughts linger as the highway rolled ahead of her. 

Greg was on his way back to L.A. at that moment because he couldn't sleep thinking about what could have been playing out in his hotel room at that very moment had he just surrendered to his want of that magnificent woman. 

He had not been kidding about having a hard time not taking her on the hood of his Jag. But he had developed a relationship with Laurie and wanted whatever happened between them to be private and not on a public pier or on the hood of a car outside a bar. 

He grinned thinking of their pending discussion, knowing full well that it would end up in his hotel room and that they would both surrender to their desires. His knowledge irritated him "Why wait?" he muttered then he answered himself "Because she has to have time to think about it. So that it isn't an impulse decision" 

His brow furrowed as he thought "If we had gone through with what we both were feeling tonight...she would have been racked with guilt and I would have likely never seen her again. "Damn" he muttered into the oncoming head lights. "Damn". 

Laurie left on vacation two days later. 

Looking over at her husband she remembered how he used to look in his youth and was dismayed at the persistent stress-belly he had acquired. His shoulders were 'o.k.' and the chin was almost gone...but that damned belly and the fact that he never smiled anymore made him look old. 

He seemed, in recent years, totally disinterested in anything social and even had lost interest in sex. She remembered the dashing sailor she'd known not very long ago, but something happened to that guy. 

His sense of humor had faded away, not that he ever really had one. He seemed older than his years and not in a good way. No, he was tired looking with a constant undertone of anger that seemed to dominate his being. 

Once in a while she'd see the guy she' fallen in love with, but that was rare. She had to practically drag him away from the office. It seemed as though he was afraid to leave it alone for one minute. 

That was the trouble, his life work consumed him to the point of distraction. He could not spend five minutes in conversation with anyone and not end up talking about his work a character trait he shared with his mother. She could not enter into a conversation without eventually bringing it around to her favorite subject 'herself' and her horses. 

Another character trait her husband shared with his mother was what she termed 'Barb' spasms. These took the form of a blank, expressionless stare or the occasional spastic 'Goddammit', 'Shit' or whatever other colorful curses that came to him in the midst of a challenging moment. 

Like his mother these moments came on instantly without warning and were often emotionally explosive events. He wasn't violent in a physical sense but his emotions were as violent and explosive as any physical encounter she had ever experienced. 

Laurie had grown up in a household where parents didn't scream at each other at least not in front of the kids if ever they did. Neither had she been around a family unit where the emotions flew so easily and for so little reason. It was like being married to emotional dynamite and it seemed to be getting worse instead of better. 

What confused her most was the ebbing of her husbands surface emotions and the apparent increased expression of deep seated frustration and anger. 

He had expected to be more successful than he was. His frustration was based in the fact that he had worked hard, never cheated or behaved in a professionally unethical manner. To him integrity was key to success and he was not seeing that integrity did anything but limit and frustrate his ability to live as a successful doctor should. 

He even frowned in his sleep. It was apparent that what was eating at him was deeply seated in his subconscious because even in sleep he was not free of it. It dawned on her that he was bitter from a life of trying to measure up to someone else version of who he should be. This is where most of her rage at her mother came from. 

It sickened her to watch her husband try to appease his parents. Doing his best to be a good son in their eyes only to be rebuffed and torn down again and again. He folded up inside himself in a defensive posture whenever he knew they were coming to town. The gleam in his eyes dimmed as his self confidence ebbed to a point where it was safe from observation. 

At once he was a kid seeking his parents approval doing what 'they' said was acceptable and 'behaving' like a good son. This unfortunately caused her to become irritated with her husband which resulted in her becoming angry with him for not standing up for himself. The fights never ended well and usually caused him to fall deeper into his subconscious idea that he once again was not measuring up. 

Laurie, herself had not fared much better on the emotional front. The years of hardship had transformed her in spite of the fact that she had a loving, supporting family to back her up. Starting out neither she or her husband had anticipated the magnitude of the difficulties that lay before them and the long drawn out expanse of time that they would have to endure these hardships. It had taken its toll on the two of them. Neither had been left unscathed by the strain. 

Her husband, Rich needed to rest and recapture who he was outside the office and away from his parents. She on the other hand needed this time to decide whether or not to pursue an affair despite the fact she had determined to be with him 'just one' time as the 'Lays' potato chip jingle popped into her head with 'You can't stop at one'. She laughed at the irony, knowing too well that 'just once' would not be nearly enough if ever she could get enough of his hot body. 

She didn't want to leave her husband or hurt him but she had needs that were not being met and she needed to be fucked, period. Recently a new twist had appeared in their relationship that both simplified and complicated her dilemma. Her husband had suggested that she could be with other men as long as he knew about it. That and wanted to watch from time to time. 

His letting her see other men didn't shock her as much as she pretended mostly because she had already been considering it. What did shock her was his wanting to watch. Having an affair was private and she was a private person when it came to that. 

To be honest it was hard to know what to think. Should she be offended? Should she call his bluff? What if he wasn't bluffing? Did he honestly think she was going to tell him when she was going to fuck another man? On top of which his being moody did not create confidence that he would not change his mind. The last thing she wanted was to play emotional roulette with a moody asshole. 

She was confused by her situation. On the one hand she had already been considering an affair. Now her husband was giving here the go ahead. But she wasn't sure that he could handle the reality of her wanting another man much less actually fucking him, let alone watching it happen. 

Just then Rich snored rather loudly in his chair next to her. Shaking her head she looked over at him exasperated. "Oh yeah, the romance is gone. Snoring on the beach. Very romantic Richard" and she hit his leg with the magazine she'd had rolled up from the last time he'd tried snoring. 

She made sure that she hit his sun burn, rather more sharply than was necessary which caused him to jump, snort, grunt and grumble not quite waking up from his sun induced nap. 

Having an affair had just jumped up a notch,no, several notches. Laurie didn't know whether to laugh or cry as he fell back into a snore that wheezed as he exhaled reminding her in a way of one of the Three Stooges. Laurie hated the Three Stooges. She got up to take a walk along the beach to clear her head and think. Thinking could be such a pain. "Which is why men usually don't" she thought to herself. 

Unlike the beaches on Oahu these beaches were semi private and dotted with homes which were either permanent residence for the wealthy or the lucky few who had generational ownership of these old Hawaiian plantation homes. 

Envy crept up in Laurie as she walked along the black sand. Odd, how this sand is so dark she thought,then the whole island was a volcano. 

Her mind drifted to the men she'd known and the wild times when she'd been a wild party girl. She didn't feel much different now than she did then. Perhaps wiser, more afraid more cynical and thanks to her husband more angry. 

The person she had become wasn't a bad person, neither was Rich. Circumstances and time had changed them. She never expected times to change them so drastically. She loved Rich, or was she just used to him? She did not like him this was certain. He was not a nice guy, at least not lately and he was certainly irritating. 

Ever since opening their office he had grown bitter as the years progressed. He had quit working out as often as he used to and it showed up in his mood swings and his general lack of energy and his now growing middle section. What scared her was his regression into a 'defeated' slouch. He no longer had a confident strut. It had been replaced by what she could only describe as an old mans shuffle. She blamed his mother and father. 

Rich was down deep a nice guy who simply didn't know how to handle his own parents or his wife. She grinned at the last thought. "He certainly doesn't know how to handle me, physically or emotionally" 

Shaking her head Laurie tried to dismiss the idea that she had made a mistake marrying Rich. Had she known about the nonsense Rich had grown up with and the baggage that would surface as a result, she would have run as far as she could have. if only she had known. That thought elevated her justification to pursue and affair even further. 

Laurie's thoughts fell back to that night on the pier with Greg. It would have been easy to take that next step. She would have willingly fucked him on his jag or on the pier she was so hot for him that night. But she knew it was best she think about it and not make a hasty, emotional decision. Though she doubted that she would have regretted it, based on how she felt at the moment. 

Perhaps she would have felt differently had he not put the brakes on. Still it was on the table and he was insistent that they keep it superficial which was the point of having an affair. Her feelings had not changed although it had been only a few days since they had been both practically naked on that lonely, darkened pier. 

A smile curled her lips as she remembered the reckless abandon as she let him bring her to a blissful climax. She shook her head remembering her 'bliss' had not been exclusively private and had been heard by no less than three persons who had cheered her on. 

A sigh of exasperation escaped her as she relived the moment realizing that it had been their exclamation that had prevented her from going further. Had she remained silent it was entirely possible that she would have let him fuck her right there on the wall of that warehouse. Her passion was there. In fact that had been her intention the whole time, to fuck him. 

As it had been only a few days, she still wanted to, badly. In fact she was certain that by the time she got back she would call him immediately and beg Greg to get there as soon as possible so they could 'talk'. 

The more she walked the less she wanted to turn around and go back to her husband. There had to be more to life than this, there had to be, hence her decision to see Greg. 

Frustration irritation and anger welled up inside her. It wasn't supposed to be like this. she wasn't supposed to 'want' to have an affair or feel like this, ever! The long hard months and years they had endured coursed through her brain, the bitter disappointments and decisions she never expected to make in her life. 

She sat down on the sand to watch the surf take out its frustrations on the beach. A tear rolled down her cheek as she remembered the dreams she had given up on. Innocent, simple dreams that seemed to have evaporated with the struggles she and her husband had endured. Along with so many changes she had yet to catalog and decide whether or not they were for the best or not. 




A Weird Storm...



She let the tears fall, though she didn't feel sadness but she did feel a release of sorts by letting them fall. A purging of her negative emotions. 

After a while she looked up and did not recognize any part of the beach. Whipping her tears on her sleeve she checked her phone, she'd been gone for more than an hour. To be honest she didn't know when she'd left Rich back on the beach. Not that it mattered. 

As she contemplated heading back she spied a bench on a shelf of volcanic rock. She headed for it and sat down. There was nothing around, no homes, no buildings just a swinging bench under a woven palm leaf shade. It was the perfect mix of shade and sun light. 

The ocean off this point was deep, no shallow reef just dark blue/green ocean as far as the eye could see. Seagulls called out over the surf searching for whatever they could find to eat and steal from each other, but it was peaceful when mixed with the surf. She dozed.

"I'm glad you like my bench" a voice said startling her out of her sleep. She had no way of knowing how long it had been. However, in that instant she didn't care. 

He was six feet tall, muscles in all the right places, blond shoulder length hair in a loose pony tail. It was his face that took her breath away. He was nearly identical to the younger, virile hot version of her husband. That or her mind was playing a cruel trick on her. To make it worse still, his name was Rich.

"Hi, I'm Rich. I own the house on the cliff up there." His finger pointed to what appeared to be a light keepers bungalow and a lighthouse.

Since 'GPS' Light houses were less and less useful but they made quaint cottages for those who could afford to convert them. "Uh, oh hi I'm, I'm Laurie. I'm sorry I was just resting. I'll..um...I'll just be on my way" she said feeling small and flustered. 

"You don't have to go. I came down to invite you up to my place for some iced tea or would you prefer a beer?" Rich asked rather more smoothly than was necessary. 

Laurie was torn her head shook to indicate no...but her voice said "Beer sounds good" 

He took her hand and led her to the trail that went up the cliff. It was at this point she noted his attire. Rich had a pair of Bermuda shorts, leather sandals and a beige silk Hawaiian shirt. A very tropical and not bad looking mix, but it wasn't like he'd dressed G.Q. on purpose. 

As they climbed the steps which were carved out of the rock, she noticed his ass, legs and the small of his back whenever the breeze would blow the shirt up enough to expose this muscular back. "Laurie what are you doing? What are you doing?" she thought. 

"Laurie!..LAURIE!!"...Rich stood in his red crocks, shaking her awake. "It's getting dark...We need to head in, o.k.?" 

At no time prior to this had Laurie been more disappointed. That was a dream that would have been nice to finish. Maybe, oh I need to get to bed, she thought to herself. 

Laurie slept soundly, except for when she had to jab Rich in the ribs for snoring. Thankfully he didn't wake up in a huff or storm out, he just rolled over and kept sleeping...silently. However, the dream she had on the beach...eluded her.

Part II

Next morning she woke early, very early. She enjoyed sleeping in and it was unusual for her to wake early. Today she woke suddenly fully alert and well rested but her clock read 5:30am. Normally she would have rolled over to sleep longer but not today. Something was different though she couldn't put her finger on it. She felt vibrant, unusual for this hour. Excited! She was excited. Pulling on a robe and slipping her Crocs on she quietly left the bedroom.

The house they were using was an older Hawaiian plantation house with wooden floors and white washed planking that clearly showed age but somehow worked in favor of the decorative theme. As she walked down the hall floor boards creaked and groaned as she stepped. 

In the silence of the early morning they were amplified considerably. She winced as the loudest and most irritating squeak blasted the morning quiet. Once past the mine field of loose, squeaky boards she made it to the kitchen where she made coffee.

In minutes the pleasant aroma of freshly brewed Kona coffee filled the air. When it had finished brewing Laurie poured herself a cup and walked out on the porch. Dark clouds were rolling in and the surf was heavier than usual. 

As violent as the surf was it had a calming affect on her. She could feel the concussion of each wave vibrate through her washing her stresses away. She was content, for the moment anyway. Laurie had always dreamed of exactly this, sitting on a porch and watching the surf. 

Only that dream included a patient, calm and studly husband with whom to share the moment. She would have settled for 'patient and calm' but then she'd take 'studly' and forget the rest if needs be. As it was she had none of the above. 'Shit' she muttered into her coffee. 

Her thoughts fell onto the walk on the beach the day before. No, it had been a dream..she had dreamed that she had taken a walk on the beach. She clearly remembered getting up to take a walk but she also remembered Rich waking her from what she came to realize was a dream. 

"Was it a dream?" she thought to herself. "It seemed so real?" She had no recollection of dozing off. It was like reality had melded with her dreams. 

She sighed remembering 'Dream Rich'. She would like to have seen where it was headed. Shaking her head "Laurie, you are a married woman." 

Admonishing herself for dreaming about something she was already planning to do with Greg. The idea of which did not cause her any guilt..none what-so-ever. 

She found it strange that she would feel guilty about a dream and have none at all for a real life adventure she had planned. Just then 'Reality Rich' let out a horrible snore/grunt from somewhere deep inside the house. Exasperated she looked back into the house, disgusted, irritated, lonely. It was quiet again. 

Sipping from her cup she was surprised to find her coffee had gone cold. How long had she been sitting there? Dumping it on the grass she went in to get more. Returning to the porch with steaming cup of coffee, perfectly sweetened Laurie took her former seat on the top step. This time she did not let her thinking interfere with her coffee. 

As she finished her coffee rain began to fall. Reaching out several huge, wet drops hit her hand. It felt warm, like a shower. Taking a walk in the rain seemed like a good idea so Laurie went inside put on a pair of loose vacation shorts and one of Riches Hawaiian shirts, a white one with yellow flowers. Somehow it was the least offensive of Riches collection of tasteless shirts. 

As she dressed she noticed her body in the mirror. She liked what she saw, appreciating how hard she had worked to keep the figure she had. "not bad for a mother of three" she thought. She even liked the bikini wax she had done the first day, it was still sore she noticed. Rich hadn't seen it yet. 'Would he?' 

Laurie had hired a personal trainer six months before vacation and had succeeded in becoming one of the 'hot moms' she had once envied. Smiling at her reflection she opted out of wearing a bra. 

"You're perky enough now" she whispered. Pulling on her shorts and buttoning up the shirt she slipped her Crocs on and her baseball cap with her pony tail hanging out the back. 

Walking down the hall she avoided the squeaky boards and closed the door behind her. The clock on the wall read 6:30am.

Laurie enjoyed the warm rain as it hit her body. After a while she realized that white cotton was probably not the best color for a walk in the rain. The white cotton shirt was now translucent. She might as well have been topless for all the coverage it provided. Thankfully the flowers were positioned to give some coverage to her obvious concerns. 

No one else was on the beach so she didn't stress over it. If anyone did happen to see her..so what? Looking up she let the rain drops hit her face. Through the haze of rain she saw the light house from yesterday...no her dream. Her heart stopped. Had she dreamed it? She stared at the familiar lighthouse not knowing what to think. It was not a similar looking light house, it was the same light house she had seen the day before, the very same. 

Her sister had something of a gift, foresight that came to her in dreams. Her mother also had such dreams but until this moment Laurie had never actually dreamed of future events. Shaking her head she walked toward the light house...drawn to it by an invisible magnet. Her heart beat violently trying to burst from its cage as her mind raced with the thrill of excitement. She felt like a kid on Christmas Day. It was as if she 'knew' something was about to happen. 

As she got closer to the lighthouse her heart beat faster still. She remembered walking 'here' on this beach the day before. This was a hard wired memory. She remembered the feel of the sand under foot, the dark unusual shade of sand and, she turned and saw the swing. Had her jaw not been attached it would have hit the sand. 

Laurie wasn't easily spooked....but this,.... well, this was weird. Everything was identical except for the rain. As she tried to wrap her mind around the situation the wind picked up suddenly and the rain which had been falling steadily came down in torrents so that she could only see a few feet away. 

Regaining herself she ran towards the swing. Once under the canopy she turned around everything was gray behind a sheet of rain that was getting heavier by the second. She couldn't see five feet from where she stood. Taking a seat on the bench she waited for the rain to quit. 

20 minutes later the rain was coming down harder, if that was possible, and the wind had picked up considerably. Far from being fearful Laurie was concerned about how she was going to get back. Just as she was about to dash back down the beach someone approached from out in the rain. 

When they stepped under the awning she recognized 'Dream Rich'. Laurie was beyond freaked but did not show it. Her brain was screaming "Oh shit, oh shit...oh shit" There was no way this was happening...there was..just..no...way" 

"I saw you walking down the beach before the storm hit, I didn't see you leave so I came to see if you were still here. You had better come with me. The storm surge is a half mile out and moving in shore fast!" He said grabbing her wrist. 

"But I have to get back to my place!!" Laurie said. 

"There is no time!!!!" he screamed. 

He had to yell the last few words because the wind had picked up in those few seconds. They both ran out into the rain his hand gripping hers tightly leading her to a set of stairs cut out of the cliff face. The steps were protected from the wind but had become a waterfall from the torrential rain which threatened to sweep both she and Dream Rich off their feet and down to the beach. 

When the storm surge hit a huge wall of water was funneled up the stairs and knocked them both down as seawater rushed up the steps sweeping Laurie off her feet and slamming her body against the nearest wall breaking her grip on Rich. 

Time slowed as she realized her situation, her eyes locked on Riches a she felt his grip tighten painfully around her wrist. At the same time his other hand was gripping the hand rail which looked as though it might pull away from the wall at any second. Laurie felt her Crocs come off her feet and her baggy shorts were pulled off her body by the retreating water. 

She did not notice as she was again slammed against the wall hitting her head rather hard causing her to see stars but the pain did not register as she was still reaching with her free hand for anything that would keep her from being pulled out to sea. She hooked her fingers in the waist band of his shorts and latched on. 

It was then she noticed that his feet were also no longer on the steps. He to was being sucked down by the retreating water his grip on the hand rail being the only thing between survival and being sucked out to sea and drowned. She was engulfed in sea water which was pulling her down. Laurie opened her mouth to scream but swallowing sea water instead which choking and gagging her. 

The spasms of her coughing nearly broke Riches grip on her wrist. She dare not release her grip on him for fear of never gaining another. Panic gripped her as she thought "This is how people die" 

Then as quickly as it had had begun the water was gone. Neither realized it until the were both lying on the steps. Neither dared move until they were both certain the danger had passed. Even then neither released the grip on the other, until Laurie's hand started to hurt from his vice-like grip on it. Panting Rich looked down at her smiled weakly, released his grip on her wrist and said "Sorry". Laurie' released her grip only after they were on the top step. 

Once at the top the wind nearly blew her back down the stairs. She grasped Riches arm and held on tight. His taught lean muscles did not escape her attention. Her hands lingered on his arm enjoying the feel of his taught muscles just long enough to not be obvious. Moments later they entered his house. 

The heavy door closed behind them as the wind began howling fiercely outside. At the moment he was about to latch the door it blew open knocking him back. They both pushed against the door and successfully latched it and set the dead bolt. Even then the storm threatened to break down the door. 

Laurie was panting from the exertion and the adrenaline rush that came from getting caught on the leading edge of a hurricane. Just as the adrenaline rush was easing Laurie's phone rang causing her to jump. Answering it she heard a frantic voice ask "Where are you?" It was 'Rich her husband.

"I'm o.k.", I took a walk on the beach and got caught in the storm." she answered. 

He sighed in relief. "Where are you?" he asked. 

"I'm in the light keepers house. I guess a mile or so up the beach" she replied. 

"Its more like three miles but you'd better stay there. This storm is pretty bad and getting worse by the minute. The storm surge just washed the chairs out to sea and surf is breaking on the sea wall, there is no beach right now." 

Laurie looked down to where she had been. The beach was nothing but surf. The swing where she had taken refuge from the rain was now under water. She paled at the thought of what might have been. "Yeah, I can't see the beach here either" she replied in a quaking voice as her knees weakened from shock. 

Had she been walking or running down the beach the storm surge would have washed her out to sea. A thought struck her in that moment "How many people had been on the beach when it hit and how many of them died?" She shuddered at the thought. Her husbands voice broke her from her thoughts. 

"Stay there until the storm passes. They say it might take a day or two to pass. This is a huge storm. They're calling it a C5 hurricane so do not leave until the all clear is given o.k.? As long as you are safe I'll rest easy. I'll call back in a few hours. You might want to turn off your phone to save the battery. Turn it on in two hours and I'll call" he said in his stern 'dad' tone. 

Laurie hung up the phone and turned it off. "At least he is good in a crisis" she thought to herself. 

She then remembered she was drenched and cold. Which was evident through the cotton Hawaiian shirt she wore. Crossing her arms across her chest she began to shiver. It was then she noticed that her Crocs and shorts were also gone. She was naked from the waist down. Luckily the shirt she wore was long enough to cover things, at least while standing. 

Rich had disappeared and returned with a large towel which she used to dry her hair and then cover her shoulders which effectively covered her up. "You might want to change out of those wet things. You can wear some of my wives old things." he said. 

Turning from the window she noted a stack of clothes consisting of a sweat shirt and well worn jeans and a pair of canvas shoes. "I washed the shoes, don't worry." he said.

"Thank you. Uh, where is your wife? Do you think she would mind?" she asked looking around. 

He smiled a gravely and said "She was killed in a car accident six years ago." In an instant he looked old. 

"I'm sorry" was all Laurie could think to say shivering violently. She took the clothes and asked where the bathroom was. He told her and she left to change. Apparently his wife had been a 'Big Woman' because the jeans were way too big forcing her to hold them up so they wouldn't fall down and the sweatshirt drooped over her like a tent without poles. 

When she returned Rich laughed "I'm sorry, I got you her bum around cloths. She liked to wear over large jeans when cleaning the house for some reason. I forgot I still had those. Sorry" he said as he left to get different clothes. 

Laurie decided to keep the over large sweat shirt because it was warm and comfortable. Once changed into better fitting jeans she returned to find coffee ready and the storm much more severe. 

"Here coffee might hit the spot." He said softly. She nodded and took it from him. It was perfect. He offered her a seat near the fire place which threw off enough heat to remove the damp chill from the air. 

It felt good. The house was sparsely furnished but comfortable. The windows were at least 6 inches thick but she could see perfectly through them. 

The house itself was made of heavy stone masonry, like the lighthouse tower. Whoever had built it expected it to stay here a long time. Rich noticed her glances around the house unaware of Laurie's struggle to keep her eyes off of him. 

"My grandpa was the keeper here back in the 1950s. He bought this lighthouse off the Hawaiian government before Hawaii became a state and somehow secured tax free status for the property so long as it remained family owned.' He smiled. 'Back then this place was pretty run down so he bought it cheap. In fact they practically paid him to take it off their hands. The military had taken over during the war and had used it as an observation post and left it in shambles." 

Moving toward the fireplace he warmed his hands and continued. "We are the only house along this coast that still has our lights because Grandpa built this place to be self sufficient. The first thing he did was buy a military surplus generator which he got for $50 bucks and wired the house to it. He even bought a surplus distillation plant used by the navy to make their own water on islands where fresh water was non-existent. The tank is right behind the garage hidden in a grove of palm trees. The only real problem lies with the need for diesel fuel. If the supply is disrupted I'm in the dark without water" he smiled slightly as he stared into the fire. 

"It's a lovely house" Laurie said. As she said this what appeared to be a sheet of plywood flew past the window before smashing to bits against the lava wall next to the house. Rich turned as he heard it smash and rushed to the window.

"Shit, my work shed is gone and I just finished building it" he said as the remnants of what had been his shed washed down to the beach. A muffled 'crunch' met their ears as the wood was torn to bits by water and wind. 

Suddenly Laurie felt tired. Her adrenaline, now spent was immediately replaced by fatigue, both physical and emotional. 

Her eyes locked on the fire and she leaned her head against the soft cushions of the couch, a glowing warmth filled her as the heat from the fire penetrated her body. Exhaustion over took her as fog filled her eyes and Rich covered her with a warm blanket. The wind and rain lulled her to sleep. 

Her phone rang and she woke up. It was her husband. "Hey, I dozed off, sorry I didn't call" she said automatically. 




A Weird Story



People this is a story, where it came from I know not. It isn't real, its figment, read it as such. Don't take it to heart; if any one can imagine this happening, I want to know about it. But it did give me a hard on, sometimes! Lol. It just poured out of my finger tips.

*****

Nikki Cinque was on her hands and knees on her own bed. She was naked, and the young blond beauty was inwardly gasping for breath, her nostrils flaring, were just about delivering the right amount of oxygen if she breathed in and out severely.

In her eye line she could see her new wedding ring, accompanied by her diamond engagement ring; her arms were perpendicular to her body, her knees were parted for easier support. Her fingers were splayed out easing her balance.

She was having difficulty breathing properly because she was sucking a big black prick, and her mouth, which was stretched to its almost limit by the cock in it, was being forced up and down on it by the big black prick in her pussy from behind.

Her long blond hair was softly swishing around on the man's thick muscular black thighs as she was moved back and forth. And much to her consternation, she was mesmerised by the contrast of her soft blond hair as it slithered across him, her mind was saying to her, 'look at that, what a difference, didn't know about this did you?' She was also taking in the black hairy balls swelling and moving as she did.

They were right under her eye line; he was under her in the classic 69 position. And when she looked elsewhere, that's when she caught her hair and the massive contrast between that and his skin. When she looked away from that sight that was when she could see her wedding rings.

Nikki was fighting the sensations being caused by the two black cocks that had her pinioned between them, but it was getting more difficult not to give way, but she was determined to outlast them, and not give them the pleasure of taking her virtue from her.

The cock in her pussy was causing the most damage, it was bigger than Vic's, her husband's cock, it was touching and going into places he hadn't, and probably would never find. The friction from it was almost unbearable, she was dripping wet, and it gave him the freedom to plunder the young beautiful blond wife's nice and tight, to him, pussy at their mercy.

Nikki's pussy was being pounded, not painfully, but methodically and so insistently, it was if the man behind her knew that if he as patient. Then she would release herself from the self inflicted bonds holding her back from the enjoyment he knew she was feeling, but was systematically denying.

As a young beautiful blond woman, she had grown up being pursued by men and boys of all ages. She had heard, and read, and even seen a DVD of a blond being thoroughly screwed by a big black man. It had made her shiver seeing it, but it hardened her determination never to go down that route.

But here she was, she had recently got married, only one month, and she was being screwed by two of them. And they both had the customary, and for these instances, big thick black and meaty cocks, and they were both in her! And there was nothing she could do to stop it. The man behind had a hold of her hips and he was screwing her out of her beautiful blond head. If Nikki could have gritted her teeth, then she would certainly have done so. But the bulbous purpled head of the black cock she was sucking prevented that.

Directly behind the man who was directly behind Nikki screwing her long and steadily was Vic, her husband of one month. He was sat tied and gagged into a chair. He was naked also; he had been forced into his now invidious position by the two men he had thought were his friends, as well as his employers.

They had been until Vic had started poking his nose into where he had been told not to poke it. He had been warned obscurely of collateral damage if he persisted. But Vic hadn't picked up on the quiet threats, and in the long run, it was this that had been the cause of his wife's up and coming seduction, wanted or not, agreed to or not.

The two men had moved to the city and set up an international sea trade company, involving container movements. Vic had been employed after much searching, for whom they regarded to be the right man. There had been two candidates, both of whom had similar abilities, But Vic had his beautiful wife, and they had met her, so he had got the job.

The pay was brilliant, and they actually told him what to do, and how to o it, even though he could do the work stood on his head. Vic started to believe that he was someone special, that the work they gave him was so easy, it wasn't really easy, not to them. 'They must be a bit dumb when it comes to money,' was his basic thoughts. In fact they were nothing of the sort, they were smugglers, usually drugs, but mostly money laundering. And that's where Vic's downfall started.

He realised after seeing some paperwork, and a couple of other ledgers that he was being kept deliberately out of the loop, or out of a loop. There were two safes, he used one, and never got to see in the other except for one day when he had walked in and seen the door open. In there he spied, before Obi closed it, sheaves and reams of bills of lading, ones he had never seen nor touched. And what appeared to be huge bundles of money, lots of money. 

He had been with them for twelve months, and his wedding to his beautiful blond girlfriend happened, his employers were invited of course, and the younger of the two, Obi, took a real shine to her. What he wouldn't have given for a night with her, he thought, especially if she had been wearing her wedding dress. 

Vic had begun to feel a more than a little suspicious about them; he had guessed by now that they were a little shady to say the least. He asked some pertinent questions, he had been told to mind his own business, but nicely. Then he had done a little delving, again he had been told to mind his own business, again rather nicely. 

And as time had moved on, his nosiness got the better of him. He had decided, rightly, that they were into things they shouldn't be. Money was rolling in and rolling out and not going through the proper books, books which he tended to. They had, unbeknown to him, their own books.

Then a small confrontation had taken place, whenever bills of lading came in from the ships, they checked them and marked of what was for whom. But when they went out Vic did them all and they weren't interested in them at all. Vic was getting agitated by it, more warnings had arrived. Finally they told him that if he wanted to keep his job, then his invasion of what they regarded as their business was to be sacrosanct. He was the main man they assured him, just do what you are paid to do Vic, they had said, and everything in the garden will stay rosy. 

But if he didn't then he would have more trouble than he could ever hope to handle. Vic had backed off, but he knew something else, he had learned of an overseas contact, and it was in Antigua. And that was where he and his new bride would be honeymooning. And whilst he was there he had taken it upon himself to visit the offices of the firm in question. As soon as Vic had mentioned who he worked for, he was literally shown the door and told not to come back.

Back at work, Vic was a bit apprehensive now, he realised he shouldn't have done what he had done. And sure enough a week later he was called in. There he was challenged about his interference, but the two men also had made a mistake, they knew, that Vic knew too much, and that he had to be dealt with one way or another.

'We can have him topped, we can sack him and pay him off, we can appeal to him to stop nosying,' they tried every equation they could think of, but decided on none of them, for now. Vic was becoming his own worst enemy.

And then the younger of the two suggested a level of threat that would stop him in his tracks. We can hire some thugs to go around to his home. Threaten them physically, both of them, give him a little beating, tell them they are in severe danger of ending up in a swamp somewhere, lost forever.

But doing that would involve more people in their business, and further exacerbate their situation. "Okay," said the younger one, "It's gone on too long, we can't risk him going to the police, we'll do it ourselves! We'll go there, pistol whip him, and make him know once and for all that this stops if he wants to live!"

And they had got the necessary guns, unloaded and useless for the task, they didn't even work. But they wouldn't know that would they? It was a Friday night, they didn't knock, and they just walked straight in and pointed a gun at Vic's head. The other one, who was the younger of the two, sought and found Nikki; he grabbed the beautiful young blond wife and silenced her.

The other man stayed with Vic, and said cutting straight to the chase. "Vic, you have interfered one too many times, you don't know how close you came to being killed in Antigua, and now you are in the same position again. You don't listen, but now you will, or you are both going to end up as dog food in a swamp! Other associates are wondering what is wrong in our four walls. At the moment we are containing your interference, but?"

Obi brought Nikki in, she had no idea what they were talking about, she looked wildly at her husband. "You have been given every chance, and taken none. Now it ends here or it will be over, for the both of you!" He cocked the pistol, Vic fell to the floor crying, begging, and offering the world.

And that was when the younger of the two began to think of the blond beauty he had a hold of. Her soft and warm curvy and terrifically formed body was tight against his, his prick hardened and he made her feel it with hers.

"Go into their garage Tom and find some rope or something, I have a plan, a good one too!" he told his partner. Tom left and found what he was looking for. "Come on, let's get them upstairs, bring him Tom." He pointed at Vic. And he half dragged the struggling beauty, and Tom hit Vic with the gun to make him understand what predicament he was in. 

In the bedroom, they made Vic lie on the floor, where they stripped him, grabbed a chair, and tied him into it, then he was gagged. "Now," Obi, the younger of the two said, he undressed a struggling Nikki, now they knew what was going to happen, she pleaded, Vic could only mumble quietly behind the gag.

Tom questioned the action, saying, "Do we need to do this Obi?" Obi grinned.

"I don't know about you Tom, but I do. And I think the possibility of it happening again in the future, by us, or someone else if he shops us, we have friends who will exact worse revenge than we can think of haven't we? It might just make idiot boy here, behave, what do you think?" He had hit the nail right on the head, Vic realised that he had gone too far. And that he should have kept his own counsel.

Now he was watching helplessly as the two big black men screwed his new wife. The tears blinded him, his heart was bursting, all this was his own fault and he knew it, he was to blame for his new wife's debauchery, and utter debasement. From where he was sat, he could see the back of Nikki's creamy thighs, her bare feet. He could see her upper arms, and occasionally her hair swept into view as she was made to move.

And most devastating of all, he could see the black prick sliding in and out of her slick pussy. The heavy dark balls swinging and slapping her ass. He could just see the top of the man's head underneath her. And he was about to see her submission, and it was caused by one single, and then continuous movement.

He happened to be looking at the man's bald shaven head, and he saw it tip back a little. Then he watched as his tongue came out and licks the full length of Nikki's pussy. He heard her 'yip,' then she mewled around the thick cock in her mouth.

The man must have felt, heard or seen her reaction and went at her again. Vic saw her ass lift a little, then her thighs shuddered, another 'yip,' then more muffled mewls. She was being broken, neither man knew it, but they were guessing. The man behind reinvigorated his screwing of the beautiful blond young wife. And Obi attacked her clit, he sucked and licked.

Then Nikki did what she had been convinced she wasn't going to do, she came. It ripped through her, it demolished her, the snaking tongue had found it's mark, and was about to devour the flower that was Nikki. The cock in her pussy completed the task, in seconds Nikki was in their control, she wanted to be fucked more, she wanted her pussy licked and sucked, her mouth was at work on the thick meat in it, and now she was doing her own damndest to make it cum.

Her husband was totally forgotten, all she wanted at this moment in time, was to cum again, and again after that. And to make, if she could, both men cum, and deliver into her, that which her body now craved and demanded, hot, steaming, and creamy thick cum!

Nikki was granted her wish; she felt the cock in her pussy pulse and throb, then the thump of cock being jammed tight into her, to form a seal around her pussy, and she began to milk the burning and scalding cum as it started to pump into her volatile pussy. She could feel her pussy tightening around it automatically, sucking him and his cum in and up her love channel.

Then the man under her humped his prick hard in her mouth, Nikki clamped her mouth tighter over him, she formed her own air tight seal and felt the hot liquid ejecting into her mouth. Her soft hands went to his balls and held them; she was squeezing as gently as milkmaid milks a cow! Nikki swallowed hungrily, her throat expanding and closed as she gulped all she was worth.

Her nostrils could hardly keep up with her breathing rate but she didn't give up, slowly the cum lessened and she settled on him, sucking all he had out of his cum hole. The thing she hated, and unbelievably, was when she felt each cock deflate in her. Then they slipped out, Nikki fell over, there was nothing to hold her up any more. There was no strength in her, she lay on her side breathing deeply, she saw the men move, but only vaguely. Then they were either side of her.

She lay between them, each had arms around her, she was facing Obi, the one who had made her suck his big black cock, and the one behind her cuddled right in. Obi kissed her, she didn't refuse, she didn't turn away, but the kiss was only half given back. Nikki was in turmoil, she knew what had happened, and she knew they had made her cum several times, and that they had make her take their cum whole heartedly.

She was thinking that they would leave now, now that they had humiliated her, and especially her husband. She couldn't have been more wrong. Instinctively, as with any man who is in bed, or having just has sex with a beautiful woman, they wanted more. And both men, without saying anything to the other had decided just that.

They moved right up to her, she was sandwiched between them; fingers started exploring, kisses landed on her neck and shoulders from behind, on her lips, eyes, ears and nose from the front. Her nipple were tweaked, it irritated Nikki. She knew they were still hard, and still sensitive, a hand and fingers drifted to her leaking pussy. Obi's mouth sucked a turgid nipple for the first time, Nikki's whole body stiffened in arousal, it was inescapable, total.

The black shadow of Obi in front, the looming dark one of Tom behind, made her tremble with unknown fear, but incredibly, and inexplicably, undeniable excitement too. She was of course, still on a high after being made to cum but them, and for them. She had been made to fuck and suck right in front of her hapless husband, he was the root cause of all this. 

Her mind was a plethora of emotions, far distant memories, her memory of seeing a blond woman being screwed by a big black man, her own determination never to go there. Nikki's own determination not to allow them to make her cum, and then her cumming in a stream of electric spasms as they did just that. All these things ganged up on withering senses, real or imagined, she quickly fell into what they were doing with her. 

Her nipples were hard, annoying, tickling, and beating her mind as the arousal they were creating within her defeated her totally, along with the fingers decimating her clit, they knew just where to touch, just where to rub. And now the soft, demanding, heavy, light and thick black lips were closed over her pouty full ones in a kiss she returned fully.

She collapsed into a world of sensuality she had never, as a twenty one year old bride experienced. And her body and extremities couldn't refuse or reject any of it. She was being stoked back up, the funnel of her sexuality was smoking hot, and about to billow forth honey nectar at the hands of these two black men, who had her whether she wanted them to or not.

Her husband was aghast, he could see quite plainly what they were doing, and to his absolute horror, he could see what they were achieving. She was squirming, and she was beginning to moan in unison with their ministrations of her. She had forgotten about him, he wasn't even in her periphery, nowhere in her thoughts, all she could feel was her body and its building fired up reactions to the two black men, who, at the moment were controlling her very life.

She felt something in her left hand; she squeezed, and knew she was holding the cock of the one in front of her. She tried to let go and couldn't, her fingers wouldn't open, her grasp was too strong, then she began to stroke it, her soft hand, wet with his cum and her saliva, started to move up and down. She examined it, felt it, tested it, it was hot and heavy, thick and long, and in her mind's eye, she could see how black it was. 

She shuddered, she remembered sucking it, how it had seemed to stretch her mouth wide open. Of how she had gasped for breath though her nostrils, it all played out in her mind as if she was watching a film on TV. Now she wanted to kiss it, and let the man insert it into her wanton newly married pussy.

A phone rang, and it broke the reverie that all four of them were in, especially Vic. His head dropped and he saw the most amazing sight he had ever seen. He had seen it a zillion times, but not like this. His prick was hard, it was angry, the head was red, the shaft stiff, his balls had tightened into a taut pack. Witnessing the two men, his bosses, screw his new wife had, unbeknown to him, turned him on. He needed to cum, he wanted to make love to his wife, he needed release desperately.

The ring tone told them it was Tom's phone, he answered it, grumbled a lot, then said, "Okay I'll come over." He closed the phone, "problem, I have to go, unless you want to do this?" He asked hopefully.

"Nah Tom, you go, I'll stay here and take care of things for the both of us," and he grinned widely. Tow glowered, but he reluctantly got up, kissed Nikki, got dressed and left. He was miserable; he was going to miss out on feasting on the beautiful blond young wife of his employee.

Obi waited for the door to bang downstairs, then he swarmed all over the supple, sexy woman, he was intent on making her cum again, and he knew he could and would. All he had to do was get his prick into her. Nikki was making no attempt to make eye contact with her husband; it was as if he wasn't there anymore. Obi could see the lust in her huge gorgeous blue eyes.

When he rolled Nikki on to her back and hefted himself over her in the dominant position, she sighed. She knew what was coming, he was going to screw her again, and Nikki knew she wouldn't be able to resist it. Her will had been broken, her body's inner desire and need to be rutted, conspired against her completely.

She also glimpsed Vic there in the chair before Obi loomed above her. She managed to gain some semblance of propriety. "Please," she whispered so softly, that Obi hardly heard her, he stopped and listened. "Please take him out; I don't want him to see me like this?" Obi kissed her passionately, Nikki kissed him back, "Please?" she repeated quietly.




A Weird Story



Obi thought that this might be a ruse for them to escape, "Okay," he said, "but come with me." He pulled her off the bed, watched closely by her husband. Nikki never even looked at him as they went out. Obi took her into the bathroom; he found a pair of nail scissors and returned to the bedroom. There he cut off a length of rope and tied Nikki by both wrists to the bed.

Knowing she wasn't able to free herself, he dragged the chair with her husband in it, out and into another room. There, he untied him, and because he was sore and stiff was unable to stop Obi from retying him flat on his back, arms and legs outstretched, spread-eagled.

To torment him more, he said, "Now Vic, do you see the error of your ways?" Vic eyed him, there was nothing he could say, and not only because he was still gagged. Obi hefted his heavy black prick, and said, "Well Vickie boy, I have to go, your beautiful young wife is waiting for me. I'll let you know in the morning how things went. But if you think about it, you'll already have a good idea won't you?"

Obi left the tortured husband there and closed the door on him, now he was alone with only his thoughts, and those were of him being in his bed with his beautiful young blond wife. And doing whatever he wanted and what hurt him the most, he had seen Nikki's eventual response and submission to him, to them.

Obi got back to Nikki; he untied her, put the rope down and pulled her into his arms and down on to the bed. "Now," he whispered, "Nikki, we can have a little fun okay?" Nikki didn't answer him, there was nothing she could do, there was nowhere to go, nowhere to hide, nowhere to run. She tried gamely to resist him, but he never once gave up, he made her hold and play with his prick, both felt it grow. 

He toyed with her nipples, then she saw his thick black lips encase them; Nikki felt his teeth nip them in turn; she closed her eyes and tried to fight it off. Then Obi nailed her, he dug a thick middle finger into her wet pussy and the fight ran away from her. Nikki literally flopped open, like and envelope with the flap blowing wide.

Her grip on his prick became absolute, she held it tight, she started jacking him off, the heat, the hardness, the veins filled taut with blood coursing through it. The hugeness, the severity of it swooned her. "Ohhhhhhh, Grrrrrrrr, Ooooooh, Ohhhhhh Mmmmmmm, pleeeeeeease Ohhhhhh, Noooooo, hmmmm, yessssss yesssss yesssss," Nikki hissed.

Now Obi was in total ascendancy, he got over her, he kissed her soft full lips with his, Nikki ate him, her tongue reached out to his, the kiss was full, and desired. "He pulled away long enough to say, "Put me in Nikki," then his lips closed over hers.

Nikki tugged and guided him quickly to her; she pressed the thick purple head against her pussy lips, and mumbled in his mouth, "There!" Obi pushed forward and began to enter her super heated love hole, it was tight, but it was willing and very giving. Her arms snaked around his broad back, fingers digging in, her nails making little holes that he loved. She lifted her knees, her feet in the air, she was as wide and as accepting as she could make herself for the big black man to do his worst, which was to be Nikki's best, best ever!

Nikki was struck again by the contrast between his black, and her white, her blond hair slipping and sliding against him. Obi was gentle to begin with, he wanted her to get a little used to the expansion of her pussy, to take the width and the length, and to accept the power of it. His loins joined with hers as he got all the way in, there thighs, lower bodies, and chests met as one. His cock head was peering into her cervix, as if looking to see where it would deposit his cum.

He kept his lips locked with hers, Nikki was gasping into his mouth, awaiting that first thrusting bang of cock being pulled out, and then shoved back in. It was the greatest feeling she had ever had, from the very first time she had experienced it, nothing had ever been better. And now a bigger cock than she had known was gearing up for just that.

Obi slowly drew back, Nikki tensed, she knew it was coming, he seemed to withdraw for ever then whoosh! It thudded back in, even though she was waiting for it, she was expecting it, the shock and surprise of it still demolished her.

"Argggggh, Ohhhhhhh Eeeeeeh, hmmmm Oh my G... Pleeeeeease pleeeeease Oh Ooooooh..." her voice was a scream, and it was heard by her husband in the room next door, he yanked at the ropes holding him. It was useless, he would never break free from them, then he saw his prick again, it was stood u, it was hard and it needed seeing to.

He was listening to his wife being fucked by the black man who had captured them. He hated him, he hated her, he hated himself, and he hated the fact that he was aroused by it. A man, a black man was fucking his beautiful blond wife in his bed, and he had a hard on because of it.

Obi was already in his stride, Nikki was holding on to him as his prick seared the walls of her pussy. Each stroke sent her back over the top, and soon, she was climaxing for the first time of many. She tried to fuck back, hitting him with her hips in an upward thrust of her own. But if this was a battle, he was winning hands down.

She almost had the measure of his cock now, each inward pulse was met with one of her own, the feel of her womb, or cervix expanding each time it entered thrilled her to distraction, she was having climaxes like she had never had. She beseeched him for more, not to stop, to go harder. Nikki went on until she collapsed under him, in a stupor, Nikki was almost comatose. Obi unloaded huge and copious amounts of potent black seed in Nikki volcanic like pussy. He filled her womb to capacity, the rest flushed out and on to her bed.

He looked down at the flush red satisfied look on her face, eyes closed, lips parted, white even teeth showing, and breathing deeply but evenly. He was hypnotised by her utter beauty, her hair a beautiful tangled mess around her head. He was shocked by her, the serenity of one so young, her loving sensuality shone through like a beacon on a dark night.

Nikki was in a pace hitherto unknown to her, the fears she had felt when she had seen that DVD a few years ago, of the gorgeous blond woman succumbing to a powerful big pricked black man, was intense. The film had made her shudder violently, and it was real, but she was no longer in fear now. Now she realised that the fear was not of it, but because she knew inside, that if the wares were ever sampled by her, she would want more of it. And that was what Nikki was feeling, and what she was knowing right now.

She opened her eyes to the man that was taking her down the short road of no return, to the black world she had avoided deliberately, though unknowingly, for all of her young and adult life. She had fended off black suitors out of hand, as she had most white ones too. She had never feared them, they held no consequence to her, but each time an attempt had been made by a black boy, or man, she had unstoppably seen the DVD playing in her lovely head.

And now it had come home to roost in the most unexpected way, and if she couldn't break free and on this night, she had a definite fear that her life would change forever. That she would never be able to resist the charm of a good looking black man. Obi kissed her luscious lips softly, pecking at them, smiling as he did. His eyes were right on top of hers. She was inside them, as he was inside hers.

His lean, muscular body was tight against hers everywhere, his breathing was controlling hers, he breathed in, and Nikki breathed out. A hand was caressing he body, nipples, shoulder, face, arm, thigh, over a still tingling pussy. Nikki sighed contentedly, it was unintentional, but she still did it.

He transmitted power to and over her, she smelled him, his aroma leaking into her nostrils, it was a pleasing smell, manly, hard, alpha like, and Nikki's downward trend was continuing apace. He placed a knee inside her thigh, and gently rubbed the hot slithering lips of her pussy. It pressed gently, letting her know he was there. But Nikki was more than well aware of him.

Her own hand grew its own mind and in a moment it took up the slack, yet heavy prick, again a sigh emitted from her parted full lips. He kissed her again, she kissed him back. The beautiful young blond wife was sliding down the slopes to black hood. A fleeting thought of Vic was stripped away as soon as it had entered her pretty head. It was as if Obi had known she was thinking of him, he bit her neck, right where it met her shoulder. It was one of her favourite places to be chewed up and sucked when her and Vic made love. Obi sucked hard, in a flash he had her marked. He kept it up, Nikki squirmed and writhed under the wonderful feeling of it.

She moaned loudly, in the next room Vic heard the muffled moan, it was a sound Vic knew all too well, his wife was aroused to the point of orgasm, again! Obi's finger tips were attacking her nipples, again in the way she found irresistible. They were wrecking any resistance she might have started feeling in the soft afterglow of the love that Obi had taken to, and from her.

Her hand was working it magic, this was Obi's third time, and even he was surprised at it, normally he could fuck forever, especially the second time round. But the young blond beauty was having him hard once more. There would be nothing to stop him now, once he was fully erect, she would want him in her fully again. And this time he would batter her, hammer her into oblivion. Nikki was being the architect of her own downfall; this was her nemesis, right here in front of her, and in her hand.

Obi kissed her and kissed her, Nikki returned every one with interest, she understood now. She knew that once he was ready he would probably break her in half. It was a threat she wanted to test, she needed to find out if she could take it, and it was paramount to her being now.

Obi felt the intensity from her, she had a demonic look in her eyes, they captured him. He could love this woman, he thought. Nikki was driving herself to the edge of a cliff, where lemmings like, she would throw herself off. She gazed at the superman above her, "Are you ready?" she moaned, it was desperate, "hurry, hurry, I want it again, hurry please?"

She tugged at him, her legs trying to wrap him up like a parcel, she got him over her, she popped the thick black meat in, her arms closed over him, and he was clamped tight. Obi slid right in, Nikki howled like a wolf in the wild. Her own teeth bit tightly on his shoulder, he winced, but made no move to stop her. He knew, he knew, Nikki was doing what was natural to her. 

Twenty one years and bit had brought her here; this is where it was at. She threw him over onto his side and Nikki began to fuck Obi, he grinned with delight, he let her have her head. She thumped at him, his black cock slithering in and out at speed. Nikki was moaning so loud, he wondered if people outside might hear. Vic certainly could, and he thought morosely, 'she's never been quite like that with me?'

Obi lay there while Nikki worked the buzz out, she came, she left many marks on his neck and shoulders, she wasn't even aware she was doing it. But Obi did, and he loved it. As she lost her powers, Obi took it up. He began a long term demolition, and he didn't care who would hear him doing it.

He rolled her back over, mounted her properly and started to fuck her hard, he was bent on causing pain, pain he guessed she wanted to feel, to suffer, and then surrender. He was a man on a mission of his own, to divide and conquer. To divide her from her stupid husband, and to conquer, and subjugate her to him.

Obi would succeed admirably, she surrendered totally, she cried out, she begged him to stop, she begged him to go on. "Oh Oh Oh, Obi pleeeeease noooooo... Mmmmmmm... Yes Obi yessssss... He went on and on interminably, he realised he wouldn't cum, and he knew he couldn't go on like this. Nikki was having massive climax after massive climax, she had given in completely.

But Obi had one more thing to accomplish; it was something he had planned for tomorrow. He flipped her over and pushed his thick black meat in Nikki's totally virgin ass. She screamed, she moaned, she groaned, muffled begging came from her. But she had no strength to hardly move, let alone get him off and out of her soon to be tattered ass.

Obi fucked her gently; he had no wish to cause her pain that she would remember. He got her nipples and her clit, it diverted some of the agony she was feeling, he bit her neck, sucked her ears, all helping to dissipate the pain, it worked. She was relaxing under him, he shushed her, saying things like. "Don't worry baby, relax, I'm here, I've got you, you're safe, it's me honey." He kissed sucked and licked her, his fingers moving around to her feely bits.

Nikki gave out one last sigh and succumbed to him, she surrendered. Obi lay on her with his prick still buried up to the hilt in her ass. He thought, 'she will know forever now what a terrific black prick can do, as opposed to a terrific white one, it's no contest!'

But there would be a twist in the tail of this particular tigress, one that Obi would have to accept, it would be difficult, and one that no matter what he did, it would always be non negotiable. But until later it would remain on the agenda, as yet undiscussed. 

He slowly slid his cock out of Nikki's beautiful round, and previously taut and unused ass, she moaned as he did. He rose on unsteady feet and went into her bathroom, he ran a bath, and tested the water. Then he went back for her, he picked her up, laid her in it, and got in after her. He bathed her softly and lovingly, he knew how to treat a sensual sexy woman, and one as beautiful as this got it first class.

He loved her, never giving her time to relax from the sex she had just had. She was still up in the air when Obi carried her back to bed. He stripped it and remade it with her still on it. Nikki gazed in awe at the big black man who had altered her life irrevocably. She decided he was better than good looking, she had not, until now really looked at him. Not realising she was saying it, she said, "You are beautiful Obi." He smiled happily.

"If I was even a quarter as beautiful as you Nikki, I would be very grateful to our Lord!" Having finished the bed, he got next to her, he loved her, she loved him back. Then Obi picked up the rope, Nikki was horrified, "Please Obi, don't tie me up, I'll be good I promise, I won't do anything I swear!"

Obi grinned, "I'm not going to, I'm tying us both up, then neither of us can get into trouble." Nikki was nonplussed, but then she saw him tying a noose around his own wrist, next he tied one on hers. He was tying them to each other. He snuggled into her, his large dark frame dwarfing hers, his arms collected her, she was now tight against him, and she liked it. She looked at the dark skinned arms around her. She sighed, she was comfortable now. 

"Go to sleep Nikki, I want more of you tomorrow okay?"

"You can have as much of me as you want obi, goodnight," she turned her head and a loving kiss ensued. Then she thought about Vic, she hoped he was alright. 'Whatever it is he has done,' she was thinking, 'it must be able to be put right, he is my husband, even if I have, I am, being unfaithful, he is still my husband,' then the gorgeous spent housewife drifted off.

Obi was awake and up before 4am, he was never a late starter, but even this was early for him, especially after such a hectic night. He undid the rope, slipped out of bed, looking longingly at the slumbering beautiful young woman. He quickly went to the room where his employee and the husband of the wife he had made passionate love to was.

He was still naked, and Vic was still spread eagled, he woke as soon as the door opened, he hoped it was Nikki, he was disappointed. Obi got on the bed and talked.

"Right Vic, you are, you have, seen what the results of your shenanigans have been. Now you will be a witness to the rest of the weekend. I haven't finished with Nikki, and to be truthful I don't think she has finished with me either." The grin on his face was all Vic needed to believe him.

Behind the gag he muttered, but Obi told him of his wife's participation, how she had loved being blacked, how she had given in to him, his big black cock had mastered her in every way. Obi got hold of Vic's prick. The helpless man tried to shift his hand but he was caught and trapped. "Come on Vic admit it, you got an erection watching her, a big, or to me, a little hard on?"

"You know already don't you Viccy boy how much she loved it, I saw you, you got a hard on knowing she was being fucked by two black studs, and then screwed on her own by me. She couldn't say no, and in effect, neither could you hey?" Vic's cock grew as the tormenting man pulled and tugged it. "Think Viccy boy, think of how much your young new blond wife reacted to the drug of big black cock!"

He tried to ask his boss to let him go, but words, literally failed him. Obi stroked him, "Imagine Vic, your wife's blond white pussy giving in to far superior black cock, you loved it didn't you hmmmm?" Vic's cock was almost there, he tried to deny it, but the black man was forcing him to relive the night before. His cock grew, and Obi started to jack him off.

Vic's eyes rolled to the back of his head, his last sight was of Obi's hand stroking him, and telling him of how he had screwed his beautiful sexy wife. His mind fixed on the sight of black cock hammering Nikki's blond pussy. Then his hips left the bed, he was cumming! He had never in his life felt such relief; he spewed cum all over, everywhere.

When he had stopped spinning around, he was alone, Obi had left, the door was closed, and he was alone with his cum all over his stomach and chest. Obi slipped back into the bed with the man's wife, fastened his own wrist again, thinking he had no need to now, and went back to sleep. His drifting thoughts were of Nikki and making love to her again.

He woke up with a start, Nikki was pulling hard at the rope, "I need the toilet Obi, and I need it now!" she told him. He laughed out loud, then thought, 'yes and I'll bet Viccy boy does too!' Nikki hurried off as soon as he untied the rope, then he went to see her husband. He was asleep, but as soon as Obi spoke he was awake.

"You need the bathroom Viccy boy?" he asked none committal.

All Vic could do was croak behind the gag, he was sore and stiff, goo was all over him, and he was totally and completely humiliated. He wanted to cry, he felt so bad. Obi turned and brought Nikki to him, "he needs you Nikki, I'll leave you alone for a few minutes," he guessed rightly or wrongly that she would not misbehave.

Nikki immediately set him free, but she told him that things had changed, his heart dropped. She told him that to be as stupid as he had been for a clever man; he was having to pay a big lesson. He had got just about all he had deserved. She asked him why he couldn't have let things be, mind his own business, turn a blind eye, or just leave. Then all of this, she waved her hand around, wouldn't have happened, would it? She had told him.

Obi appeared at the door stopping all further conversation; he hadn't put his shorts on for some reason. "Nikki, in the bedroom please," he told her. She got the connotation immediately, Vic was a little slower. She got up and left her husband, knowing she was about to be black fucked yet again. "You," he said, pointing a finger sharply at Vic, "stay right there, don't even think of moving" Vic was now too ashamed, too frightened to not do as he was told.

He watched the door close, and soon he was hearing his young wife moan and groan. Obi had his thick black prick right where it was needed in seconds, Nikki was now totally converted. In the next bedroom Vic was wanking, he was too frightened to leave, do or say anything. He was listening, and imagining Nikki being screwed. He saw the black log driving forth and giving her what he knew now, he never ever could. He finished far quicker than they did, long after his cum had landed Obi was still banging his beautiful blond wife.




A Weird Story



As Nikki was made to complete the circuit of climaxes given from her magnificent lover, he spouted more thick hot and potent cum into the womb of his beautiful young blond wife. He considered her as his now; he didn't know if Nikki knew she was a black cock lover, a slut, he wouldn't mention that word to her, not yet, even his whore, he thought. He would let her find that all by herself.

Nikki spoke, she had been thinking, summing things up, discussing it with herself, and then she said to him. "Obi, I'm not stupid, every man I have ever met has assumed that, because I am beautiful then I must be an air head, I am not. And let me tell you this, I will not be treated like one. You have Vic pooing his pants, but you won't do that to me, got it? Now I want to know everything that happened, everything that has brought him, and now me, into this situation."

Obi tried as best as he could to bring her up to speed, without telling her of the double dealing he and Tom were involved in. He told her that Vic had been employed for a specific purpose, and that was to legally front the business. That he wasn't, and never had been allowed to join the dots. But he was nosy, he now knew too much. And though he and Tom would do their best to protect him, and still could easily. There were serious players out there, and if Vic became 'public' then he would pay an extremely heavy price.

Now Nikki understood, and she knew that Vic had to be diverted from his almost suicidal path. He had to be brought to heel one way or another. She also knew that giving this up, black sex wasn't an option she would put on the table. If he wanted to stay married to her, and she was sure he did. Then he would have to accept this addition to their lives.

Obi was playing with Nikki's tits and nipples as he spoke, Nikki watched as her nipples grew high, wide and tight. She loved this, she listened to every word he spoke but her senses were wired to her nipples. Obi rose above her, he had finished for now. Now he needed to taste her blond pussy. 

He got head to toe with her, and immediately buried his head between her legs, his mouth closed over her pussy, he sucked hard, and his tongue sank right in, then he fingered her ass. Nikki's hips left the bed in a sudden flip, her hands went to his hips, her mouth opened and it sought Obi's prick, it was just above her. A massive sublime orgasm rolled through her as his tongue stroked her pussy's insides, the suction hr her to him. The finger forced her ass up, thereby offering her pussy totally and unconditionally.

Nikki wanted him in her mouth, she got him, her hands found his balls, and Nikki, for the first time in her life, pushed a finger into a man's ass. It felt warm, soft, thrilling, and knowing where it was, it felt so deliciously dirty. Her head tipped back to give her the best angle of attack to suck Obi off, it worked; he started to fuck her mouth. Her cheeks flowed in and out as the big black cock travelled. 

She was looking at compelling hairy, tight and curly, black balls, packed, she hoped, with more cum for her. They brought each other to the fore at the same time. Nikki screamed around his prick as she came. It caved her in, it was almost earth shattering. And at the same time Obi unloaded what she had waited for. Huge globs of thick cum slid around her mouth before disappearing into her happy and submissive receptive throat and body.

Vic was listening again, he himself didn't know why he got so excited by listening to his young and beautiful bride, being screwed and whatever else his boss was doing to her, gave him such a thrill. But it did, he even asked himself it that made him a pervert? Whatever it was, he knew as he heard her loud moaning, then silence for a while. He got another hard on which had to been seen to once more. He took himself in hand and jacked off over the image of Nikki being summarily fucked with Obi's thick black cock.

They lay there both breathing deep together, Obi had never met a woman like this, she was utterly beautiful, she was so softly blond, she was as sexy as hell. He knew for absolute certain that Nikki, having being blacked, would never go back, not for true satisfaction. Nikki would always want, need, and have black for that. And then, he admitted to himself, somewhat ruefully, she had a mind of her own.

"Nikki," he told her, "don't ask or question me, but I want you to get dressed, wear what you like, and pack a bag, we are leaving and you won't be back here until tomorrow, we will be attending a very important dinner tonight, trust me?" and he raised an eye brow. Nikki looked at him there was a question, maybe two in her eyes. "Okay," he "said, ask me what you want."

"Two things Obi, can you guarantee my safety, and what about Vic, will he be okay, no problems for now?" Obi smiled, 'she certainly does have her own mind,' he told himself, 'but she also knows without asking, that she needs me and my prick more than she needs to stay here right now.'

"Yes and yes Nikki, there is, I completely 100% assure you there is no hidden agenda." Nikki believed him, she showered, and dressed, this took nearly two hours, Obi sat patiently while she got ready, and he was suitably stunned by her exotic stunning beauty.

Obi called Tom, "Tom, he said, "I've had an idea, why don't you send Anna round here; tell her to bring her gear, I'll leave a message for her telling what I want her to do. I can trick Mr you know who, and film him with her. That way he'll be under our thumb for good, even though his wife has his number now, just that this will be a little extra insurance. And he will, should we ever need him to be, what do you think?" 

Tom's answer was a, "sure thing will do," and the phone clicked off. Obi wrote his instructions which he knew would be followed to the letter. Anna was his most trusted aide, and he had faith in her ability to complete his task. He left the message on Nikki's table for her to find, and he and Nikki left.

Obi had plans for her tonight; he wanted to show her off, to let his associates and friends know just what he had. Nikki was every black man's dream, a beautiful and very sexy, young married woman. The wedding rings on her fingers denoting just that. And her super soft fabulous long blond hair, all topped off with her hypnotic and magnetic huge blue innocent eyes. And who would serve him for as long as he wanted her to, and Obi would want her for a long time, he thought.

He went to see Vic, he told him he and Nikki were leaving for the weekend, that she would be okay, that he would take care of her in every way, emphasising the 'in every way.' And that she would be home tomorrow and they could then discuss their new situation. Vic tried to protest, saying he wanted to see Nikki, to ask her what she thought. 

All this did was to earn him a very hard slap, he shut up, not only because it scared him, but stunned him also. Vic wasn't into violence, he hadn't been brought up that way, he had never even been involved in any kind of conflagration at school. Obi quickly tied his wrists again to the bed and left.

And they left but only just in time as Obi saw, but ignored the arrival of Anna, 'Viccy boy, you are in for one hell of a surprise, and I hope you enjoy it. But if you don't, it may be your last!' Anna entered the house, she could smell perfume, then she read the note, she smiled and thought, 'Ooooh lovely!'

She dressed as asked for by Tom, Anna was a tall black woman, nearly six feet, and 150lbs, she was as beautiful as Nikki in her own inimitable black sexy way. Her black hair was long and sleek, her face stunningly pleasing to any man, or woman. Her body was voluptuous, full and rounded, enormous black nipples that stood on her upturned breasts like tiny oak trees. And she had the longest of legs that could choke the life out of any man, or woman. And a few of both sexes had had their mettle tested by her.

She carried her gear up, set it all up and prepared it before entering Vic's room. She checked herself in the mirror, her instructions had included her to be as sexy and as alluring as she ever had been, and she was. She was confident that there wouldn't be a man alive, or woman, that could or would resist her. 

Many had tried, and all had failed, and she was looking forward to meeting Obi's newest conquest. Obi had never said no to her when she had asked him if she could test drive one of his women. She took a deep breath and walked in on Vic, the look on his face was priceless, shock, stunned, hopeless, hapless, helpless, and fear. And then pleasure as he saw, then he looked at the statuesque and beautiful black woman now at the side of his bed.

"Hi Vic," Anna said sweetly, sexily," I hear you have been a naughty boy. I have been brought in Vic, to teach you, in the nicest possible way of course, to show you the error of your ways, okay?" Vic gaped and tried to get away, it was of course impossible.

"Vic, don't be silly, you know you can't get free, and if I'm right in thinking, you soon won't want to. I'll tell you what, in about thirty minutes I'll ask you if you do want to get away, alright?" Anna set about enticing the captive, she spun on her high heels, danced for him very suggestively, blew hot kisses at him.

Vic was already falling under her spell, her high upturned tits were enhanced by the dress she was wearing, her slim waist enticed him, and her very stature beguiled him. Vic, if he was nothing else, was a virile man, a man who loved charm, and beauty, and teasing him right now was a beautiful woman, even if she was black.

He felt the first stirrings of his cock, it wasn't the biggest, he knew that, but he had perfected a line of love making that had satisfied the girls in his life, and until yesterday, his wife had been more than contented. "Viccy, you are getting hard, am I exciting to you hmmmm?" she asked him so breathlessly.

Anna was 28 years old now, she had been one of a few genuine high class call girls, and she had made a lot of money. She was self sufficient, what she did for people like Obi was for favours only. Her fees were extremely high when she needed to gain him a contract, or make someone happy. 

But she had reasoned lately, time is moving on, things will be going south soon. So Anna had decided that 'retirement' was something she was going to explore, she intended to go back to college and earn a degree. But for now, Obi needed a favour.

"Viccy, you are getting harder," she repeated as she cavorted silkily for him. She sat on the bed, knees toward the bed head, she was facing him. She almost went straight for his cock and balls, but though better of it. She rested her hands on his bare chest, "You are quite good looking for a white man Viccy," she told him.

Her hands were like an electrical prod, it fired him up in seconds, his whole body buzzed, the humiliation he had gone through, the shame, it was history. "I'm so happy Viccy," she said throatily, "I seem to be exciting you, am I?" Vic could hardly speak, his voice box was glued up, but his body, and especially his prick and balls, spoke volumes for him.

She raked her hands and nails over his chest, right down to just above his lower navel, his ass jumped in hopeful anticipation. Then Anna stood up, much to his great disappointment. Then she asked him, "Has Obi been with your wife Viccy, is this what all this is about, is that the naughty bit you've been involved with?" She looked around the room, and her eyes fell on a wedding photo of her in her dress.

"Jesus Viccy," Anna said, picking up the photo, "she is absolutely gorgeous, oh Viccy, how beautiful she is, no wonder he has taken her, and why he's brought me in too."

"Yes," Vic croaked, his prick was hurting him, "she is, I have, and you are too."

"Awwwww Viccy, you are so sweet, so nice, what a lovely thing to say. Now I know we are going to get along just great, agreed?"

"Yes."

Anna started gyrating for him again; his eyes were burning holes into the back of his head as he watched. Then, wonder of wonders, she started a long and far too slow strip tease. It charged him up like an enormous battery charger; his cock was straining against nothing as she teased him mercilessly.

After a life time she was naked, and sat with her soft cool hands on his chest again, Vic was going insane, she spent forever caressing his chest and lower abdomen, his arms, his thighs, nearly his cock and balls, but only nearly. Anna lay next to him, he on his back, her on her side, her nipples scratched his side, her sweet breath washed over him.

Her hot beautiful black shapely body right up against him, she raised a superbly tapered and smooth black leg over his. "Now Viccy isn't this just so grand," she almost had her full soft black lips touching his but not quite. He tried to kiss her, but as soon as his lips brushed hers, Anna had gone.

"Now now Viccy boy, I want you to start to learn that you don't, won't and can't do anything without my express permission, do you understand?" She asked him.

"No I don't, sorry, what am I missing?" he answered, his prick was ready to pop!

"Well Viccy, being in the position you are, and will find yourself in the future, and entirely due to your indiscretions. Not doing as you are told by me, can, and will lead to serious retribution from Tom and Obi, Capeesh?" Now Vic saw a little light being shed on his predicament.

"You are being offered the world Viccy darling," she said, "but it will not be the world you have been used to. That world is changing for you, whether your beautiful wife will still be in it I don't know. But if I were to hazard a guess, I would say yes she would be."

"But having knowledge of Obi, you really need to start listening to him and Tom, and very fast." Anna continued, "I am here Viccy baby, to take your mind off things, to get you to admit the error of your ways. Obi and Tom want you to be a part of their team, they think you are brilliant at what you do, and have every confidence in you. But you must, and will only remain a part, not the whole."

Vic was having trouble taking all this in; his error(s) were coming home to roost in a big way. Now he knew he had to turn back, or the consequences would be more than too harsh, he had finally got the message, seen the picture.

"I'm sorry Anna, I understand now, please tell me what I need to do to put things right?" he whispered. Anna smiled; he hadn't quite got it yet.

"Obi and Tom are the only ones who can put things right Viccy boy, but having said that. Now that your wife has, erm, how shall I say this, erm, ah I know, opened up to them, I think you can guess what I mean by that. I think she will have a say in her own future too, and whether that will include you will be a matter for her!"

"Now enough of that, I want to get on, I need you to wear this for a moment, you don't mind do you?" she said, and put a blindfold on him. He tried to turn away but it was useless. Anna tickled his balls and cock; it took his mind of things straight away. His prick jumped back to full attention, what he had gone through up to now gave him no need for a lot of stimulation.

Anna lay next to him again, kissed his cheek, her cool soft lips burned a hole in his cheek, she rubbed and caressed him, breathed in his ear seductively. She watched his cock twitch and pulse. 'He really is quite sexy, for a white boy,' she thought. "You like me don't you Viccy boy, do you think I'm beautiful, do you think I'm sexy, Hmmmm?" She already knew what he was about to say, but as a woman she liked to hear it.

"Yes Anna, there is nothing about you not to like, to love, you are so utterly beautiful so gorgeously sexy, I want you, pleeeeease?" Anna jacked him so slowly; it drove him nuts in seconds.

"Would you like me to make you cum Viccy boy Hmmmm?" she breathed over him, her cool hand sliding agonisingly slowly up and down his aching shaft. He couldn't see Anna but he had a picture of her doing what she was doing firmly fixed in his mind. Suddenly she stopped and left him alone. "Please Anna don't go, don't leave me, please, not like this?" he begged child like.

Anna was pleased at that response, he was about where she wanted him, she did enjoy this, torturing a man sexually, it gave her the biggest thrill to hear a man beg her for her love. She quickly set the camera on the dresser, checked the viewing screen, perfect, she thought, plugged it in, and set it to record. The cover it was under would prevent Vic from seeing it when she removed his blindfold.

Then she got back on the bed, softly picked up his cock and gave it a gentle squeeze, "Did you miss me Viccy boy?" she asked him. He moaned and humped his dick to her hand. Anna inspected it, 'Not bad for a white dick,' she said to herself, 'not as big as Obi's or Toms, but quite okay. But Anna knew it wasn't always down to size, it was always what a man could do with it.

She also checked Vic out; she appraised him, 'good body, good age, about twenty four, maybe twenty five. Nice height, good looking, good hygiene, very important!' she laughed to herself. 'And maybe just quite sexy too, maybe that's what attracted his wife to him in the first place. Anna would test drive him to near destruction!

"Viccy baby," she said, "I don't like the blindfold, so I'm taking it off for you okay?" he nodded heavily. "I want you to see me in action, and I want to see your reaction too." She took it off and got on him.

He was looking up at the most amazing sight he had ever seen, his wife was as equally beautiful, but in a so massively different way. He knew that he could never resist this woman, whether he wanted to be faithful or not. There was no way he would not be able to say no, not even think it!

Anna was peering down at him, her knees either side, her pussy sitting on his chest, her hands on her thighs. But what captured his attention were her big black breasts, they were heavy and large, but her nipples, 'oh her nipples' Vic thought. 'They are huge, thick and long, crinkly, and they were pointing to a spot above his head, there was no sag what so ever. And they were more inviting than is reasonable to any man.'

Anna hefted them, "you like these Viccy?" she purred sexily, her hand went behind to feel him, "Oooooh Viccy, you do, oh isn't that just so lovely, thank you, thank you." She rubbed him with one hand, and nipped his nipples with her nails, Vic moaned loudly. The camera was getting everything; obi would have all he wanted.

Anna slid up his body, until her pussy was touching his chin, "Viccy boy would you like to taste me, would you like that hmmmm?" she teased.

"Yes Anna yes, anything you want, anything, argggggh!" his mind cut in and made him beg.

"Right now Viccy boy, I am going to test you, are you ready baby?" she asked stealthily.

"Yes yes, Oh god yes, please Anna please!" She reached out and got a condom from her purse.

"Now Viccy, I am putting this on you, we need to be careful don't we. You will only ever cum in me when I say you can. And that will only be if I am satisfied you can do as I tell you, and that I am further satisfied that you can control yourself. Today, right now is your first test, you still ready baby?" she asked giving his cock a wonderful and murderous squeeze. 

Vic gasped that he was, Anna fitted the condom skilfully, she had done this hundreds of times. Vic watched an utter awe, everything she did mesmerised him. She got over him and slid her slick pussy half on him and held position.

"Now," she said sternly, "you will not cum until I tell you that you can. If you don't, you will be punished Viccy, got it my little boy?" Vic was horrified, and her phrase, 'my little boy,' went unheard.

"But Anna that's not fair, you have had me up on the ceiling all this time and then you say that?" Anna squeezed his balls tight enough to make him wince in fear. She raised an exquisite eyebrow, it wasn't a question, it was a challenge. "I'll try Anna, but I'm not sure I will be able not to do it." For that he received another squeeze, this one harder than the last.




A Weird Story



Anna dropped on him and began to fuck her prisoner, 'he will learn, and soon I think?' she said quite contentedly to herself. She liked him, he was honest, every other man she had done this to had promised her everything she asked for, and not one had given her what she asked for from them.

She leaned in and kissed Vic for the first time, he sank in it, her tongue stroked his. Her nipples slid over his tormented chest, she nipped her pussy on his rock hard cock, he muffled into her mouth. He had never been made love to like this, his new and beautiful wife was a complete novice, a tiny schoolgirl compared to this.

Anna broke the kiss, but her lips stayed in contact with his. She saw the contorted look on his face. 'He is trying blessing him; just look at him Anna, just look!' His eyes were screwed shut, his face was red, he was thinking of anything he could to prevent himself from cumming, to avoid her displeasure, 'and,' he thought, 'punishment!'

Anna rode him hard, it wasn't fair, she told herself, there is no way he can keep it inside, no way. But she had to admire his tenacity; Anna gave him what she rarely gave another man, a lot of herself! She decided that when he came, she wouldn't be too harsh, just enough to keep him on his toes, as it were. She loved him with her luscious dark skinned fabulous body and mouth; she kissed him, held him close.

She teased him, "are you close Viccy, you aren't going to cum are you baby hmmmm?" she squeezed his cock again and again with her pussy muscles, as she slid it up and down his begging shaft. Vic erupted, he couldn't stop it. The relief he felt was enormous, more than he had ever known, Anna had made him cum like he never had.

Anna felt, rather than heard him cum, he was trying to stay silent, but he failed in the end. "Oh Anna, Anna, Anna, oh Urggggh!" he moaned as he spewed his cum and filled the condom. He collapsed under her spent, it was as if he had fucked her not the other way round, he felt drained, which he was, and exhausted.

Anna quickly slid of, removed the full condom and dropped it on the floor, 'his wife can find that,' she sniggered to herself. She would be shown the film of her and Viccy boy anyway. She was kind to him; she let him relax, but played with his cock. 'I wonder how long it will take me to get him going again?' she thought. I could do with a good fuck now, never mind him. Vic in his captured position had made Anna turn herself on too.

She knew though that she would have the rest of the day, all of tonight, and most of tomorrow to play her game, and it was a game she knew she was going to enjoy. She hadn't been sure when she had received Tom's call, but now? Vic was on a loser; in fact he was losing badly already to her.

Anna undid one piece of rope from the bed, and tied it off around his waist, then she did the same with the other. His arms, thankfully, he told her, were now by his sides. He was still her prisoner, but he was a lot more comfortable. Anna never waited a moment, she spun around and plopped her heated pussy right on his face, her ass was on his nose, and her pussy was tight down over his mouth. Squeezing his balls, she said, "Go to work Viccy boy, do your worst, if you dare!"

He attacked her with everything he had, he sucked licked and poked, he tried to drive his nose into her ass. Anna deliberately farted, she giggled, he was overcome with the scented aroma that shrouded him, she was so alluring, sensuous, and so wonderfully powerful. He wanted to give in to her, surrender completely. It was a massive turn on, he didn't see it, but he felt it, his prick throbbed. 

Anna saw it and grinned, she was beginning to be impressed. 'He's quite the boy isn't he, and maybe he should have been born black?' She held it, stroked and played with it, she watched delightedly as it grew in her hand. Anna felt she was in for some fun, and in the end she might find what she was looking for. It was a man who could and would be happy to be her bottom.

Anna had no trouble getting him to her liking, she teased and tormented him mercilessly, she knew, but he didn't, that he was being tested to the limit, and trained even. Vic was loving the attention he was receiving, he didn't think this was a hardship, not like he felt when Obi had him and he was fucking his wife. That thought, Obi fucking Nikki, gave him all he needed to serve Anna with his hard on.

Anna wasn't about to untie him, she needed the control to push him under. But she knew how to get the screwing she was now in need of. Kneeling on him once more, she pushed her arms under him, and rolled on to her side. Her feet crossed over his ass, her arms encased him, and Vic went for broke.

Anna kissed him, urged him, Vic did everything she said, he drove his prick in and out as fast as he could he had nothing to hang on to. Anna did it for him, each time he ass pulled away, she humped him back in again with her feet. This was the best sex Vic had ever had, his wife, as beautiful as she was, she wasn't in the same league as Anna. 

His premise had always been since he met and married her, sex would be fantastic simply because he was in bed with an amazingly beautiful young blond. Well now he was in bed with an amazingly beautiful black woman who knew everything neither he, nor his wife Nikki could have even thought of.

Vic gave himself to the moment, to her, he had a feeling deep down that this is what life was about, what he was meant to be, who he was, and what and where he wanted to be. He knew his life had been changed now forever. No matter where he went after this weekend, he would not be the same man, and more importantly, he wouldn't want the same things he had been used to, been brought up to.

Anna made him fuck her as if it was the first time he had done it, and found what excitement making love was. She was taller than him by about 2" and she was strong physically, she had determination, knew what she wanted, and wouldn't settle for second best. Vic then got his own determination through her; Anna had connected with him, plugged him into her circuits. He wasn't going to be second best, never again to anyone, only to Anna.

He gave Anna, unknown to him, the best orgasm she had had for years, most of her adult life had been spent faking it, doing it for cash, this was for free and Vic blew her apart, his childish fervour was as natural as drinking water. Nothing was pretended, Vic wasn't that clever, he didn't know he was on the clock, under the hammer. 

All he wanted to do was please her, he had wanted to please Nikki, and he had, he knew that. But that was because he felt it was his duty, because of her luscious beauty. But pleasing Anna was a thing he had for her; it was inside him, palpable, tangible, and so right. Anna's orgasm made her so happy, it rocketed through her body in an unstoppable flaming, all devouring comet of emotions.

'Is this the one?' she thought, 'is this, whom I thought to be as an insignificant male, the one?' Vic was in for the night of his life, she never left him alone, she was all over him, she did everything to him she could think of. Vic, trapped under in the 69 was in sheer heaven, to have those beautiful twin dark moons at the centre of his world was all he could ever have wished for, and he served her totally. She made him cum twice more, and Anna had his cock in her for most of the time. Vic was sexually spent, he had no more cum in him, but that didn't stop Anna from taking him there.

Then exhaustion took him from her, she too was feeling the same, though Vic would never know it. She would never let him see, yet, what he had done to her. For the first time since she had been around eighteen to twenty years old, she had been properly satisfied by a man. And the reason for that was, she liked Vic, she liked who he was, what he was, and what she was making him, and what he did for her without knowing it.

Vic slumbered peacefully beside her, still tied, still at her mercy. She knew he would not try to break away even if she left him alone; she was already that confidant in him. Before she went to sleep, Anna started to plot, toss ideas around in her mind. She was becoming intent on taking him, she felt he was already hers, he liked the way she treated him, he was already subservient sexually to her, that much was obvious.

Obi was the key along with Nikki, she needed him to take her and keep her for himself. She had a feeling he was thinking along the same lines, or he wouldn't have taken her with him, and that had given Anna the opening she had been presented with. So that could be Anna's plan, navigate Obi down the path of keeping Nikki, then she could and would take Viccy. No harm, no foul, she thought.

Nikki had been astonished at the size of Obi's apartment, opulent wasn't the word for it, and it was in the poshest, and swankiest part of town. The 360 degree views from each corner, be it bedrooms or lounge took her breath away. Obi slid up behind her, "we have a few hours before we go out Nikki, what shall we do with the time?" he asked lasciviously.

Nikki knew, and also felt the lump pressing her ass, "I'm sure that you have something in mind sir!" she replied just as lewdly. Nikki still hadn't gotten over the screwing she had been the welcome recipient of yet. 

"Can we use that bedroom?" she said pointing to one on the corner. "I have a better idea, come," he whispered. He took her out of a sliding glass door, and on to a wide balcony. On there was what looked like a sun bed? But it was a made up one, pillows, sheets and blankets. It was also facing the receding sun. The afternoon was warm still, she looked around, there wasn't a thing over looking it. 

She smiled, now she felt very naughty, utterly and so deliciously dirty. 'I wonder what my mom and dad would say if they could see their little princess right now, and also what they would say, if they could see her in a few minutes time!' Obi dragged her back inside and almost ripped her clothes away, he was so anxious to fuck her he as dripping with it.

Naked they both hurried, Nikki grabbed the covers, 'SILK!' "Obi, they are silk!" she almost dived head first to get in and feel it slide around her body. It was fantastic, and then Obi loomed and rose above her, she had never in her life wanted a man so much. Vic was becoming history. The black form hovered over her, her tiny hand found him.

"Oh my God Obi, oh my God!" she pulled him to her, and he slid deep into her white hot pussy. Nikki was gone, she knew in that one thrust where her future lay, and it wasn't with her husband anymore. Nikki cried tears of joy, pain, and utter fulfilment; never could a man have found what he had found in her. The excitedly terrifically beautiful young blond wife came like a train time and time again. 

Her climaxes were intermingled, she lost count, and she never knew when one finished and another began. It had to be a special man who could do this, and Obi was the one. Her mind set became unequivocal, she would do whatever it took to please him, and keep him, no matter the cost.

The price as it turned out was a high one, but Nikki would and did pay it many times for him. The dinner went unattended, Obi fucked her ass again and it was impossible for her to walk in a straight line. They spent the whole night on the exterior balcony, making love, never a moment was wasted, love abounded them. Vic had lost his wife by the morning. She was in love with Obi, not only was he the most magnificent lover, his thick, long and powerful black cock was something she would ever be able to deny ever again. 

He was a strong physically, and mentally large man, a body to die for, and Nikki would see to it that she learned every contour of him. But he was kind, gentle and tender when he needed to be. And a strong, demanding, and so dominant man, and he was all man for sure, when he decided to be. Nikki loved him for it.

When her eyes blearily opened to the morning sun peeping over the roof tops, she turned him, her body easily slipped into his, she was at home with him, she needed him, the heat from him had an aphrodisiacal effect on her. She slipped down the sheets and found him, her mouth fitted him now. She sucked gently not wanting to awaken the giant he was, the masterful man he was.

His cock grew in her mouth, she relished him, savoured him, she could see in the morning light filtering though the sheets, the dark shape of him, his cock, the base and his big hairy black balls. Nikki shivered with hope, happiness, and extraordinary arousal. Obi had woken up, but stayed still, he knew what she was doing, 'so,' he thought, 'I'll give her breakfast right here in bed!' He slowly turned on to his back and let her get on with it. There was not the slightest bit of reticence from her now, she was in, she was his!

He lay there and absolutely savoured the gentle, but manic sucking of his cock, his bell end was beginning to tingle, he was on his way. Her soft hand cupped his balls, and fingered his large testicles; he had a load of cum for her. Nikki bent to her task, once more she was intent on making him cum, and once more she was determined not to lose a drop, she didn't. Obi shot her full in a nanosecond, her cheeks swelled to bursting but Nikki forced it down her widening throat. Dumper truck of cum came after dumper truck load of cum, followed in quick succession by more, but Nikki never faltered, not once

She won this battle, he had almost shot her down, but her defences had held and every drip went into her and nowhere else. She beamed inwardly with pride; the taste of him would never leave her in her life time. Nikki was now taken over wholly, in her mind, her future was set, and it was with Obi. Then she had an awful sudden thought, 'what if he doesn't want me?' she wept with his cock still in her mouth. The idea of a future without him was intolerable to her now.

Obi sensed a problem, he slid her up to him on the silky sheets, he saw the tears in her massive blue eyes. "What's wrong Nikki, did I hurt you?" he asked. She shook her lovely head, but still tears fell off her cheeks.

"I don't want to go home Obi, I want to stay here with you, I need you. I think, no I don't think, I know I love you. Please say you want me. I'll do anything you say Obi, I don't care what you tell me to do, I will do it, please," she wailed into his neck, her body, arms and legs wrapped tightly around him. Nikki was a little girl again, begging to be loved.

Obi could have jumped off the balcony, she really was his, he wouldn't have to talk her into anything, make her do anything. She would do what he said, no matter what. He saw the world opening up for him. The business would grow massively with Nikki at the helm of his ship.

"You Nikki Cinque are going nowhere," he told her, "nowhere but where I tell you, you are here, you are staying here. You're mine, you belong to me. Your husband is a very lucky man, he will keep his job, but he has lost you. Today you will go on your own in my car, my driver will escort you. You will pack the things you need and come back here. You will tell your husband you are leaving and coming back to me. You will tell him you belong to another man and that you are black owned, okay; can you remember all of that?"

Nikki was beside herself with joy, "yes yes yes," she shouted out to the world. "Leave things to me," she told him happily. "I have my man," the young blond beauty shouted again. She took her wedding rings off, looked over the edge of the balcony, no one there, she threw them away. "Does that confirm it Obi?" she said and kissed him passionately and so lovingly.

"Nikki, there will be things I'll want you to do for me, sometimes I won't even mention it, but you will know. And I want you to say to yourself, this is what Obi wants, and you will do it, yes?"

Nikki didn't hesitate, "Yes, I will Obi, I've promised you already, I'll do whatever you tell me to do, I swear." Obi thought, 'hmmm, we'll see?' At lunch time he told her to get ready to leave, she went and showered, and got ready again, he sighed when he saw her. She is absolutely beautiful, he told himself.

He kissed her goodbye, she wanted him to go with her, but he had said he had things to do; she accepted it and left with his driver. Obi wasn't particularly pleased with himself, 'but,' he reasoned, it has to be done, then I'll put a stop to it, a one off!' he told himself.

"She's coming over, she doesn't know it yet, but she will when she gets there, two hours Tom that's your time limit." Obi told him. Tom grinned, 'he's a good guy isn't he, I only got to screw her a little yesterday, today I'll finish it off!' he spoke aloud.

The driver dropped her off after a ten minute drive, he told her to go to the elevator, and press four digits on the pad. Nikki asked him why, he told her, because Obi had said so. Nikki went in and did as she was told. Up she went, and the door swished back and there stood waiting for her in a short black and gold dressing gown was Tom, Obi's business partner.

Now Obi's words hit her with the force of a hammer, "There will be things I'll want you to do for me, and not even mention it, but you will know!" Nikki knew she was here for Tom. She found herself stepping out of the elevator, and Tom took her hand, "So beautiful, so very beautiful," he stroked her soft blond hair, put his arm around her waist and she was walking into his bedroom.

He undressed the stunned young woman; he kissed her, felt her gently, took her hand and led her into his bed. Nikki was in a quandary, out of all the things she had been able to imagine what Obi would want from her, this certainly wasn't one of them. Tom wasted no time in gently attacking Nikki, he kissed her, loved her, played with her nipples, fingered her sweet loving pussy, kissed and bit her neck,

Her eyes closed, 'this is what Obi wants from me? Okay then he'll get what he wants. It wasn't hard for her to transport herself to Tom this way. All she had to do was remember how he screwed her while Obi mouth fucked her, she felt the warmth spreading from her pussy, nipples and neck, her lips. 

Her hand went to him and grasped him. "Is this what you want Tom, Hmmmm? You want me again, I think that's obvious," she said as his thick black prick grew to full power in her hand. With her eyes closed she could imagine it being Obi, it worked, she became aroused for him. Tom got straight over her and sank into the sweetest hottest white pussy ha had had for a long time.

Nikki became submissive, she seemed to elevate to a higher plane. Her legs went over his back, her arms enclosed him to her, they shared a sweet kiss. Then Tom fucked her harder than Obi had ever done. He was a steam powered pump, on and on, permanently ravaging her, she didn't have to imagine it was Obi, not now, she knew it was Tom!

Toms cock worked its own magic, somehow she knew it was the same as Obi's, but it wasn't it was Tom's, it was totally different, in seconds Nikki was having a climax, it tore through her like a high wind on a prairie, blustering and hustling right through her. Nikki was in two halves, the one where she was in a spin because she was being screwed by Obi's partner. 

And he had no trouble at all taking her to the heights, his black cock, ridged with thick veins was doing what he knew it would and could do, make her cum, have massive orgasms. She went with it and him, she didn't have a choice. Nikki was as yet unaware of what a black cock slut was

The other half of her shocked at her own response to this man, within minutes of walking through his door, she was in his bed and being screwed out of her mind. Tom of course had all the ammunition he needed, and that was provided by the young blond beautiful bride he was fucking. She was the ammunition, simply by being who, and what she was. It put him at the top of the tree, Lord of all he surveyed, and he was surveying Nikki!




A Weird Story



Nikki's response was total she went to him, into him, gave him what he wanted, and she was more than lovingly grateful for all he gave her back. Which amounted to thick black heavy meat, heavy balls, filled with magnetic cum. A solid, muscular powerful frame, Nikki had all she needed, a black man who could fuck her, screw her, and take her when he wanted to take her.

Her mind disappeared into nowhere, or was it into the darkness she now knew? Her climaxes knocked her balance askew, it was like having vertigo. She didn't know what was up, what was down any more, the bottom from the top, her head from her heels. Where she was, the room was spinning continuously, all she knew was that she was undergoing the most horrendously wonderful cums she had ever had, and they included the ones she had thought could never be topped ever again.

She got her senses back somehow, her head was still spinning, her pussy was on black fire, her body was black singed, burnt, almost to a cinder. It was about then that she understood herself at last, her mind locked on to it. She needed black on her, in her, around her, and everywhere else in between!

Nikki settled on the fact that Obi was the one, the one she would go back to, the one she would look to for guidance. But the fact that Tom had just screwed her mad, and made her cum so hard, reinforced her new belief, which was. If she got black cock in her, or possibly just black skin on her, or over her, she would go to it.

As Nikki was pondering this new revelation about herself Obi was making another call.

"Hello Anna, it's me, Obi," he said pleasantly, he had the highest regard for this woman. She was the only one who had the nerve, and get away with it, to tell him like it was. Even to tell him she thought he was wrong about something, and to get on and change it.

"Obi," she breathed, she had Vics cock secured in between her teeth at the time. "What can I do for you honey?"

"Nikki, Viccy boys wife will be there within the hour to collect her things, can you make sure hubby isn't there when she does, I want her in and out ASAP."

"No problem Obi, consider it done, but he might not be back for a day or two either. I'm considering keeping him, but it might take me a day or two to make my mind up, you okay with that?" There was a silence on the phone for a few moments, Anna waited, she wouldn't repeat herself.

"Can you have him back to work by Wednesday 10am that suit you?" he said.

"That will work just fine Obi, thank you, love ya baby!" she said, and put her phone away. "Right Viccy boy, we are going out, but I suppose I'll have to get you ready too hey?" she smiled knowingly at him. Vic had no idea what she was smiling about. He had been party to her side of the conversation, but didn't realise it was he whom had been the subject of it.

He looked at her expectantly, thinking he would be untied, he was wrong. She went to find clothes for him, and brought back trousers, socks, shoes, shirt, and an overcoat, even though it as still summer. But first she delved into her purse and got out a shimmering, what looked like to him, gold chain, it had a loop on one end and a small clip like device.

She waved it at him, he saw it but hadn't a clue what it was, Anna sat on his legs; this prevented any posturing by him when he realised what it might be. She lifted his cock, then his balls, and dropped the loop over them both. Then she snagged it until it was fitting tightly, but comfortably around his nether regions.

She followed this by fitting a small but expensive lock to the ring; this prevented it from slipping open. The remainder of the chain, which was about one foot in length, and had a 2" T bar at the end, dangled down from the back of, and underneath of, his balls. That was when he guessed he had been fitted with a kind of chastity chain?

Anna slid the trousers on to him, then with a pair of women's nail scissors she poked a hole in them and fed the chain through it. She completed dressing him, fastened the zip and stood him up, the chain dangled down between his legs nearly to his knees. With his arms still tied to his sides, she put the shirt on, tucked it in along with the empty sleeves, fastened the buttons, put the over coat on him, and fastened that.

"Now Viccy boy," she told him, "we are going for a ride, the chain around your balls and cock are for my control, if you get uppity, cause a scene, disobey me then this," and she tugged the T bar hard, Vic fell to his knees in pain, "will happen, got it?" She helped him up, she had already dressed, put her heels on and the stunningly beautiful black woman towered over him.

Anna tipped his chin up to her, put her arms around him, kissed him softly, and very passionately, and said softly into his mouth. "I won't have any trouble with you will I Viccy boy?"

"No no no Anna, not one bit, and I won't cause you trouble anywhere, I'll do everything you tell me," he wanted nothing more than to be with her, wherever she went.

"Good," she said, "I would hate to have to pass you back to Obi and Tom for any reason?" her gorgeous eye brow raised to him. This frightened him now, simply because he didn't know what that actually meant.

"Come on then," she said, let's go, "we won't be back for a while but you don't need anything, you won't be going anywhere when I have you in my home and under lock and key!" This was intended to ensure he would behave himself, what it did do was give Vic a heart racing jolt of sheer delight, to be under her control was something he liked, and fervently hoped would continue.

She led him out by the chain, 'might as well get him used to some things he'll encounter later, if he makes the grade,' she reminded herself with a smile. But she had high hopes for Viccy boy, and her reason for keeping on calling him Viccy boy was for subservience, he was the best she had met by a long way.

And the best thing about was, he was white, not many men give themselves over to black women, some do, but not in the way Viccy boy seemed to be shaping up. She drove him to her home, it was opulent to say the least, Anna could afford almost anything she wanted now.

They were met at the door by a dark skinned maid, as cute as a button, about 5ft tall. "Hi Ellie," Anna said cheerfully, "this is Viccy boy, he going to be staying with us for a couple of days, take him up please, and prepare him okay?"

"Yes maam," the young girl said, she took the chain and led him off, wanting to or not, he went, he had to. Vic was thinking what, prepare him, meant. Upstairs she removed his clothing, but left the chain and ropes attached. She played with his cock and balls, he tried to resist, turn away, but a sharp tug on the chain got his attention and he stood still.

What also amazed him was, the young black girl hadn't batted an eye about him being tied up, and a gold chain around his cock and balls. She teased him until he responded, he tried not to, but again, watching, he could make his eyes look elsewhere. He was fascinated to see her tiny Black Hand sliding up and down his growing shaft.

"On the bed," she ordered pointing to it. Vic climbed on knees first, and flopped down and rolled onto his back, ready now for anything done to him and for him. Then the girl, tossed him off at speed, his body stiffened in readiness for the ejaculation he now knew was about to happen.

She stopped, looked at him, and said, "If you cum, maam say I have to rip your balls off, so unless you want to feel pain you can't imagine, don't cum!" She restarted her jacking off, in her eyes the warning was do it, and you'll suffer. Vic bit his lip, sang songs to himself, thought about football, work, anything not to cum.

He succeeded for as long as possible, then with a wailing cry, his cum spouted into the air to fall on his chest. He immediately begged for forgiveness, how sorry he was. I'm a worthless fool, not worthy and a waste of time. The girl smiled, gave the chain a reasonably hefty tug. It made him howl with fear.

Then she said, "Maam will be pleased with you, you are a good boy!" and she got up and left him there, cum watering down and running off him. He stayed where he was, if he got up what would he do? Vic was as happy as he had ever been; marrying Nikki had been the highlight of his life. But nothing, nothing would ever, could ever compare to this.

The feeling of being, er, he pondered, then clang, he knew. The feeling of being owned, controlled, and taught, and by the most incredibly beautiful woman he had met, Anna! Tears formed in his eyes, he didn't want this to end, no matter what she says, no matter what she does to me. I want to be here with her, wherever she goes, whatever she does, I want to be a part of it. She can do what she wants, how she wants, and when she wants, as long as I'm there. Even if I get the shitty end of the stick, he told himself with complete certainty. I WANT TO BE THERE!

Anna came in, she smiled at him, "Ellie told me you were a good boy Viccy, is that true?" He nodded his head, he didn't trust himself to speak, then she saw the wetness in his eyes. "Tell me why there are tears in your eyes Viccy, come on," she commanded.

"Anna, I have only known you such a short while, but," he gulped, for control. "I don't want to leave you, I want to be here, or there, or anywhere, but I want to be with you. I don't care what you do to me, as long as it's me you do it to, please?" he was croaking with emotion.

Anna decided to put him to the test, she put a ball gag in his mouth and set about hurting him, not badly, but enough for him to change his mind if he decided to. The chain got tugged many times, she nipped his nipples, nipped his balls, bit his cock. Slapped his face, dragged him into the bathroom, made him lie down in the shower tray and pissed on him.

Then she handed him over to Ellie who continued his torment, and continually sexually abusing him, a vibrator was shoved up his ass, she jacked him, Anna sat on his face, "cum if you dare Viccy, one little bit and you will fear pain. He didn't, even though his prick was ready to split, not once did he give in sexually, but he gave into everything else and so more than willingly.

He woke up on the bed alone, again, he never moved, he didn't need to. He could feel the pain, the bruising, the aching of his cock and balls, the soreness in his ass. But Vic felt alive, he didn't care if he was never freed again, as long as it was Anna who had him captured and imprisoned.

Ellie walked in, "Good morning Viccy boy," she said, "how are you today, feeling a little stiff hmmmm?" He nodded, he daren't speak. "Maam says to get you ready, am I going to have any bother with you at all?" Vic nearly shook his head off saying no! "Good boy," she finished, then she untied him, took him into the shower and washed him top to toe, her hands toying with him as she went.

She dried him, powdered him, "maam wants you to smell nice and be clean," she told him. Then taking the chain she led him downstairs and into the sitting room. Anna was sat at the table having breakfast, she pointed to the floor at her side, Ellie pushed him forward. He stood there, Ellie tugged the chain hard downwards and he dropped to his knees.

"Now Viccy boy," Anna said, "this will be your place when I am at the table, do you have a problem with that?" she asked kindly.

"No Anna, not at all," he answered, the last thing he wanted to do was upset her. 

"In the house Viccy boy," she said, "you will call me maam at all times unless I tell you otherwise, do you have a problem with that?" she asked kindly again.

"No A...maam!" he told her sagely.

"In the house Viccy boy, you will answer to the name of Vickie, or Victoria, do you have a problem with that?"

"No maam, none at all," he told her. This is all sounding good for me, do as I'm told, obey her every instruction and I'm in! He told himself happily.

"If you step out of line, insult or don't treat my friends respectfully you will be punished, by me or by Ellie, do you have a problem with that Victoria?" she asked softly.

"No maam, none at all," he answered truthfully.

She rose from the table and stood over him, he gazed in utter awe as the fabulous black beauty towered over him. "In time Victoria, you will become more enmeshed with me and the way I do things. You will answer to me for all your dealings, misguided or otherwise. I will decide your future, you fate will be in my hands. Are you prepared to give yourself up to me totally, this is a one way answer, there will be no going back from here, it's a straight yes, or no, understand?"

Vic thought long and hard, then said, "Yes maam, I will, I will never intentionally embarrass you or let you down, if I do then I will accept gratefully whatever you decide, I swear, please believe me. I can't think of anything I would rather do maam." Now it was his turn to wait, he was anxious in case she didn't believe him. Anna patted his head and said, "Welcome to my home Victoria, I am pleased to have you as my new bottom, Ellie, please take him away, you know what to do?" She dismissed a deliriously happy Vic.

"Yes maam," she too was delighted, it would mean him getting some of the ass thrashings that she got, and maybe, she would be allowed to dish them out too. In the kitchen, she tied his wrists to the table legs and he had to stand there. Ellie inserted a thick butt plug, then tied his knees together, so he couldn't get it out. He winced in pain and discomfort, but endured it, not knowing what was on its way.

She made breakfast in silence, but she was singing in her lovely head, then she fed him, occasionally tugging the chain, or slapping his ass. Vic loved the pain and the chastisement. When Ellie finished, she cleaned up, never speaking to him, then walked away leaving him.

He thought he heard her come back, it was Anna, he heard scraping on the floor behind him, he couldn't see much of her at all no matter how far he twisted his neck, and all he received were more slaps and telling him o keep still. Anna was wearing a strap on dildo, the strap on was fully greased; she untied his knees for which he was grateful, until she tied each one to the table legs too.

Anna pulled the butt plug out, Vic was now wide open to the unexpected and totally surprising attack on his ass. He felt her arms go around him, she lovingly caressed his chest, felt his cock and balls, she kissed and softly bit his neck. "Oh A... maam, this is so good, I'm so happy maam, please don't stop, please," he told her. Anna moved slightly away from him, bent her knees, looked down, pointed the thick half solid dildo at his ass and thrust up.

He screamed out in utter pain, his ass was on fire, he was being cleaved in two, and Anna was all in a heartbeat later. Her grip on him tightened, he tried to twist away, it was fruitless, worthless. The solid oak table never moved an inch. Anna with one hand pulled the chain away from him; this kept him right in place. Then she began to fuck him, in and out, up and down, she was relentless, this was his last proper test, if he got past this, then she would have him and keep him.

His head dropped in submission, she let go of the chain and picked his balls up instead. Vic moaned, pain and thrill, agony and excitement, coursed through him, it was a mixture he was unable to separate and deny. He was bent forward now, totally at her will, and utter compliance. She fucked him forever, her own stamina lasted but eventually waned and she had to stop.

Vic was completely subdued, resistance broken, there was no more, in truth there hadn't been much, and it had long gone. Anna was the mistress of all he was, and it was willingly given over to her. She hadn't really had to take it, but it was done now, Anna had her man!

"Ellie," she called, "see to him please, put him to bed, and apply some cream okay?"

"Yes maam," she untied him and took him up, Vic could only hobble after her. When she saw his still gaping ass, she thought, 'Wow, she really has given him the works hasn't she, he must be worth it, or she wouldn't have done it this good.' She tied his wrists to his sides, tucked him into bed, told him to go to sleep and she would see him later. He did exactly as he was told.

Nikki was in the house with Obi's driver, a hulking black man, 'Oh God,' Nikki thought, 'what if he...?' she shuddered. He was about 6ft 8" a huge man, 'I wonder if his black thing matches the rest of him?' She giggled quietly to her mind. In her bedroom, he got her, just took her, lifted her skirt, bent the beautiful blond over her dresser, held her down with one hand and fucked her. His prick was a matching member to his hulking body; he split her in half nearly. She came, she had to, there was no resistance to him or it. Opening her blouse after he had screwed her wildly and quite roughly, he sucked her nipples nearly off her body. 

Then he kissed her tightly, and said, "Not one word to Mr Obi maam, there would be consequences," it was all he said, but she got the warning. Nikki, if she hadn't known, or didn't know, then she did now. All she had to do was be near a big black prick and her insides would melt and she would want it in her. She hurriedly cleaned her tender pussy and herself up, finished packing wondering where Vic was, 'he has a right to know we are done, finished,' she told herself, not knowing it already was.

Things gathered, her and the driver left, he was already thinking of the fun he would have with her when he had her on her own, which would be reasonably often. Tom had nodded his head to him and tipped him the wink, go for it, it had said. Tom would have no compunction at all of screwing the beautiful blond, and of letting their driver have fun too, even if it was behind Obi's back!

The driver had picked up Nikki's wedding photos as instructed, and looking at them he saw two more beautiful blondes, one a bridesmaid, and the other he guessed was the bride's mother, so the younger one could possibly be the bride's sister, elder or younger, maybe even a twin, he thought.

He knew Obi and Tom would be more than interested in both of the women, and it would be he who did the investigating of them, and the possible rendering of them into the fold. If Nikki was like she was, a converted super black cock slut, then there was more than a good chance that these two women may be like that too. And it would fall to him to find out, his heavy black cock thudded in his trousers and he gave Nikki in the back seat a very thoughtful glance, he considered stopping on the way back, but thought better of it. 'Don't rock your boat laddie,' he told himself.

He found out in three weeks who the women were and where, one was Nikki's mother, a very lovely 40 odd year old divorcee, and still looking for the new Mr right apparently, that was according to Nikki. Darren, the driver decided to find out on Obi and Tom's behalf whether he or one of them, were. The younger bridesmaid turned out to be Nikki's twin, engaged to be married in three months, she would become his first target, wanting to get her if he could before she married.

Nikki became more settled, and got used to being fucked by Obi, Tom, and the driver, and a couple of others too, unbeknown to either Tom or Obi, and one of them being Darren, the drivers 18 year old son, he fucked her like a rabbit every time he got her. Victoria became what God had intended him to be, Anna's bottom, and he was the happiest man alive, even when he was punished for some misdemeanour or other.