4 comments/ 71941 views/ 3 favorites Mr. Black By: Valentinas The sun was strong. Its heat spread like a silken sheet covering me completely. I could feel beads of sweat gathering in the valley of my breasts. My whole body felt completely relaxed and surprisingly energetic. My thoughts presently focused primarily on my friend's dad, the infamous Mr. Black. At night I would rub myself, running my hands all over my breasts and over my sex, imagining and wishing that it was Mr. Black that was petting me, exploring my body as if I were his lover. I could feel my nipples hardening just at the thought of my latest fantasy. My bikini bottom began to dampen, and I begged God that it wouldn't show through. It was at times like this, when he was so near me that I wished that I wasn't twenty years his junior. I wished I was the woman he spent his nights with. The woman he married, and the woman he loved. I had been friends with Anne ever since primary school, and I loved to come to her house and sleep over. Anne was a great friend, but it wasn't Anne's friendship that kept me coming back for more. It was her dad. I tried several times to get his attention but failed miserably. He had only eyes for Mrs. Black. I did not understand what he saw in her. I had always thought her plain and quite stupid for him. That was until the night I saw what Mr. and Mrs. Black did in the privacy of their own bedroom. I had been following Mr. Black that night, secretly admiring him from afar. I had been sleeping over Anne's house me and two of our friends. Sometime during the evening i got up to go to the toilet. Next to the toilet was Mr. Black's study room. I had always been curios about what his private domain looked like. I went into his bedroom to see what kind of stuff he had. It wasn't allowed, and I had no permission to enter his sanctuary yet I couldn't help it. Surprisingly the room was immaculate. It was very strange to see that Mr. Black was extremely organized when I taught he was quite relaxed and a messy character. Suddenly heard the door knob turn, I ran to the closet hiding myself within his clothing. His clothing smelt wonderful; it was a mixture of perfume, sweat and cigars, that masculine scent that made me automatically horny. He entered the room and stopping in the middle. He looked around checking to see if everything was in order. Suddenly Mrs. Black walked in. "Where have you been darling? I've been looking all over for you," Mr. Black said, and at the mention of the word darling, my heart sank. The next thing he did surprised me immensely. He reached out and grabbed her breasts. I could see her nipples getting erect. They stood proudly out of her white singlet. At this point I realized that she wasn't wearing a bra. You could see her dark nipples entirely. Mr. Black continued to massage her breasts, and she returned the favor by massaging his erect penis. I could see that he was fully aroused. His shorts outlined his erection, and I could see that he was quite large. Mrs. Black then got down on her knees. "Do you want your cock in my mouth, darling? I know you love the way I suck you." I could not believe that these words were coming out of boring Mrs. Jame's mouth. She sounded like such a slut. I had no idea. I had always imagined that she would have sex with him in the dark and fully clothed. Yet here she was, her big breasts pouring out of her singlet, one nipple was peeking out. Mrs. Black began to pull down his shorts. It had an elastic band so that was easily accomplished. When his shorts were fully off, I could see the extent of his erection. Mr. Black penis was coated in pre-cum and it was begging for attention. It was a beautiful dick. By this time Mrs. Black was rubbing her sex and every so often she would bring up that hand to mingle her and his juices. Mrs. Black began to lick Mr. Black balls, gobbling them up like they were the sweetest fruit. She than started to lick her way slowly upwards until I couldn't see Mr. Jame's penis anymore. Mrs. Black had managed to put it all in her mouth, the whole seven inches. I could hear loud moans coming from Mr. Black. "Suck it! Yes, that's the way I like it. Yeah get it deeper. Work that tongue." Mr. Black was groaning; his body was sweating; I could smell his sex. I put my hand in between my legs and began to finger myself furiously. During this whole time Mr. Black kept on pumping his penis into Mrs. Jame's mouth. Finally I heard him grunt. He grabbed her head, and I could see that he was going to cum. I could not stop the moan rising from my throat as I felt myself cum too. Mr. Black turned his head around, and stared directly at me. Although I knew that the wardrobe concealed me, I could feel his eyes on me. I had been found out. "Hmm, baby, that was so good. I am going to repay you later on, but at the moment I got to take care of some paper work. Why don't you go and freshen up a bit, and I will join you later?" Mr. Black asked Mrs. Black while still staring at me in his wardrobe. "Ok, hon, but don't forget you owe me one." Mrs. Black walked out of the room while putting her breasts within her singlet. I heard the door slam, and I knew that Mr. Black and I were alone. Mr. Black was still naked, and I could see that his erection had not gone down. In fact he appeared to be ever harder and thicker now than he was a moment ago. Mr. Black approached the wardrobe. I tried to shrink back into the wardrobe, and I thought that I had succeeded. Yet when the door was swung open, I was exposed. "So this is where you have been hiding. Did you enjoy the show?" Mr. Black asked smiling down at me, his black eyes piercing through my soul. "I walked in here accidentally. I was looking for Ann. I didn't mean to, Mr. Black," I said, hoping that it sounded convincing. Mr. Black than walked into the wardrobe, his size empowering the tiny space. I could feel the heat radiating from him. Mr. Black grabbed my shoulders and turned me around. I was facing blackness. He stepped closer to me. I could feel his erection pressing against my bottom. Without another word to me he started to take my shirt off. I was left in my undies and bra completely helpless and oh so very horny. I was anticipating his next move like my next breath of air. Mr. Black put his hand on my breast and began playing with my nipple through the bra. I could feel myself getting wet, and I moaned again. My fantasy was about to become reality. He had managed to get my breasts out of the bra while still leaving my bra on. Mr. Black than grabbed my hips and pressed it towards his erection. I could barely remain standing. He than began to slowly and tantalizingly massage my sex. Every so often one finger would slip into my undies, and I could feel his finger probing, searching for more. I could not take it any more. I began to take my undies off. I didn't even finish slipping them off one leg when I felt a heat and wetness against my sex. By now I realized that he was going to eat me out whilst my back was to him. It was so erotic. I could feel myself getting wetter. I was about to cum. Suddenly he got up, pulled my bottom towards him. He impaled himself within my sex momentarily leaving me breathless. I could hear him whisper, "So tight mm, yes" but I was beyond words. I just felt his penis sliding in and out of me. The door to his room swung open, and Mrs. Black walked in. We both froze, his penis still buried inside of me. After looking around, Mrs. Black walked out of the room. Mr. Black than grabbed my waist and started slamming himself into me. Over and over again I could feel his balls slapping against my clit. It was all getting too much for me. My body soared so high I felt that I had left this earth. In the midst of my own orgasm, I felt him cum too. Mr. Black than turned me around and gave me a passionate kiss. Than he calmly left me. I was too stunned to say anything. I shakily put my clothes back on and walked out of the room. Thank God for Mr. Black. Mr. Black Lilly glanced down at her watch; it was nearly 6:00 pm. She was nervous, surprisingly; giving how long she had known the man she was about to meet for dinner. Her hands were sweaty; she was even a little dizzy. She wondered why she felt so flushed. She sat on a small bench outside the Italian restaurant he had asked to meet her at. She and Louis were long time friends. They met years ago, when Lilly was only a teenager. Louis was much older then her of course, but they were fast friends. She remembered the first time she saw him. It was at a vampire role playing game. He was seated by himself; she asked about him, people seemed to choose their words carefully when talking about 'Mr. Black.' Of course they were always speaking of his character and not the real him, so Lilly decided she might as well introduce herself. She liked getting to know all of the people she gamed with, out of character at least. When he got up and went outside she followed him, curiously. He went out and sat on the back porch of the movie museum and pulled out a black clove. Lilly licked her lips; she hadn't had one of those in a long time. She asked him for one, and from that day on they were close friends. Lilly often talked to him on the phone, they would share their passions and desires. She always held a very strange affection for Louis. He was handsome, a larger man, with long black hair and a goatee. She loved his dark hair. He was her vampiric teddy bear. Tonight Lilly wore a Japanese kimono, it was blue and white, her hair was in a bun with sticks poking through the dark chocolate curls, criss-crossing each other. She sat on the small bench waiting for him, her purse sitting in her lap. She smiled softly; glad now that she had stopped smoking, she remembered how he always was telling her she should quit. Louis pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant. His hair was much shorter now, then when they first met. He still wore glasses and he wore a dress shirt with black dress pants. He looked regal and casual at the same time, something only he could pull off. He stepped out of his car. He saw her then sitting off in the distance. He put his keys in his pocket and walked forward, he saw more of what she was wearing and smiled, he had hardly ever seen her in a dress. Except for that one time.... She wore a gothic dress to one of the role playing games, he remembered it was cold outside, because he stuck his hands down her cleavage to keep them warm. "Louis." She saw him approaching and knew now she missed him more then she would really ever admit. She sighed softly, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as it always did when they first saw each other after a long time. She stood up and moved toward him, her high heels clicking on the cement as her pace quickened. She stopped directly in front of him and reached up throwing her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. Their embrace was long, and silent. Louis wrapped his arms around her waist hugging her to him tightly. He breathed in the scent of her perfume. "It's been a long time Ms. Twirly Whirly." Lilly laughed, she had nearly forgotten about that. When they role played Lilly would spin around in circles and sing 'Twirly whirly,' but that was because her character was supposed to be insane. "If there is anything you never forget, that has to be it." She grinned looking up at him. She stood on her tiptoes and she kissed his cheek lightly. She felt it, the electricity between them, and the moment's loss of breath. She tried to ignore it. Louis simply smiled; he felt the electricity between them. The tension... he knew was both sexual and emotional. They knew each other's fantasies. They had spent hours chatting about bondage, and sex over the phone. "Mm, I missed you. Lets head inside, it's chilly out here." As they walked into the restaurant together, Louis let his hand rest on the small of her back. The contact was simple, but it made her heart race, and her cheeks flush. One simple touch and she had red hot flames licking along her skin. She shivered at the intense feeling and walked into the building with him, letting the aroma of pasta and bread flood her senses, but his hand... on her back, was all she could really pay attention to at the moment. Louis smiled pleasantly at the host. They spoke for only a moment and then the young man seated them. They were placed at a rather secluded and dimly lit table. Lilly smiled some, trying to dispel the erotic thoughts racing through her head. They both sat down across from each other. The host gave them their menus and told them someone would tend to them shortly. He then left. Lilly opened the menu trying to get her mind on other things. "So... how have you been?" Lilly asked glancing at him over top of the menu. Louis had been watching her, noticing the little sparkle in her eyes. "Good, I'm living by myself now, though I still have my room in the basement." "I always liked having a basement as a bedroom." She smiled at him as she continued to look over the menu, taking a sip of water. She could still feel his hand on her back, though he wasn't even touching her. He noticed her flushed cheeks, but decided not to say anything. Soon the waiter came and they ordered their food, slowly they both slid back into their usual conversations. They talked about the computer games they both enjoyed, the relationships in their lives. Both of them began to look at each other with a strange longing. Once their food came they ate, cheerfully talking about old times. Lilly seemed to go back to the ease of talking with him about anything rather quickly. She tried to steer away from the sex topic; though they both loved to talk about it she didn't know how well she would be able to talk about erotic things considering her earlier thoughts. Louis forked the last pieces of pasta, and looked across the table at Lilly who was nibbling at a piece of bread. "Hey... have you ever thought about us? I mean.... we always used to talk about it but it just never really happened." Lilly's face went pink. "Well... yes.... Sometimes I guess. But every time we did talk about it, I was unavailable." She took another bite of her bread and then a sip of her wine. "Yes, but you are available now." Louis smirked some looking at her. Now he really noticed her flushed expression. He was curious what thoughts were running through her mind. Lilly nodded a little. "I don't know..." She shrugged. "Oh I got my bachelors from Western last year." It was obvious she was trying to change the subject; she knew it had to have been. Louis didn't say anything about the fast change; he just went along with it. But he couldn't get the thought out of his head, he wanted her, and the way she had been looking at him all night... he knew she wanted him. He stretched his leg out some letting it brush against hers. It was a light touch, maybe even accidental, but her heart skipped a beat and all at once her body was on fire again. She tried desperately to pretend it didn't happen, but she couldn't. She glanced up and saw Louis sliding around to the other side of the table. They were sitting in a booth with a U shaped bench. He reached out and grabbed her wrist pulling her so she sat next to him. He had to try; he knew if he didn't he would regret it. He pulled her close so her thigh was pressed to his. He slid an arm around her waist. Looking down at her. He reached out brushing a stray piece of hair behind her ear. " I really did miss you." Lilly heard the words, but they didn't process through her mind, she could hardly make sense of anything that was going on around her. The only thing she could manage was the burning desire she felt. She leaned toward him and put her head on his shoulder. Her hands trailed up along his chest to lightly caress his cheek. She looked up at him. Louis looked down at her, his eyes filled with a passion, a need, she had never seen in any mans eyes before. Her breath caught in her throat as he moved his head closer to hers. She could feel his breath on her mouth. Her heart raced. He paused there almost hesitant. Lilly shut her eyes and closed the space still between them, pressing her mouth firmly to his. They both took in a deep breath as their lips met. Immediately she opened her mouth to allow his tongue entry. They were almost in a dream state; he was shocked when she kissed him. His tongue stroked along hers, and teased. His eyes fluttered closed, he had wanted to kiss her all night. His right hand moved down to her thigh and caressed gently. Lilly was lost, her mind a tangled mess. Had she really wanted him for so long? Her tongue moved with his in a slow dance, she felt his hand on her thigh; it sent warmth, and a strange tingling through her body. Her hand on his face was trembling; slowly she moved it down his chest, lower. It disappeared beneath the table. She rubbed her palms and fingertips along his thighs before moving her hand between his legs rubbing his cock gently through his pants. She didn't know what came over her, why she did this, especially in public. She knew he was enjoying it, the short intake of breath and the hardening organ beneath her hand told her that. She grinned, as his cock grew harder under her ministrations. He was nearly groaning aloud. He hadn't imagined she would do such a thing... she was stroking his cock through his pants, in public. His heart was racing. He wanted her, he had to get her somewhere he could have her. He would have her, many times tonight. He pulled his lips from hers. His face was flushed. "We should...go." "Your right." She smiled up at him lustfully. "I will go wait outside for you." She jumped up and grabbed her purse and headed for the door. She walked out into the cool crisp air taking in a deep breath. What was she doing? She did want him, god did she ever want him! She was confused though, she didn't know if she should do this or not, her heart was racing.... She just didn't know. Louis had to wait a few moments before standing up. She had really turned him on. Every cell in his body wanted to reach out and grab her. He would have fucked her right on the table had it gone much further. He took in a deep breath and then stood, luckily he was able to hide his erection. He paid for their dinner, left a tip, and then went out side. He stepped out expecting to see Lilly waiting outside for him. But he didn't see her. He looked down the street... she wasn't there. He was confused, where the hell had she gone? He started to walk toward his car hoping she had gotten in already... but she wasn't inside. She left. "Damnit." He whispered to himself. He knew he shouldn't have let her go out here on her own, for some reason in the back of his mind he knew she was going to take off. He swore once more under his breath and got in his car. He turned over the engine and pulled out of the parking lot. Lilly was sitting in her own car; across the parking lot she had been watching him. What the hell was she doing? She wanted him, hell sometimes she even wondered if she loved him. And she was just letting him go? She wasn't sure why she had gotten so scared... they had talked about having sex... on many occasions. She was almost afraid she would not be able to live up to his expectations in the bedroom. Lilly watched the clock; ten minuets had passed since he pulled out. She was still hot, still aroused. "Fuck it!" She turned the key and pulled out of the parking lot rather recklessly. She was not going to let herself pass up the chance to be with him. She knew he wanted her... and she had wanted him. It was about time they both sate the growing hunger, as often as needed. She pulled right on the wheel and drove into a gas station parking lot. She was quick about what she did. She didn't know if Louis had condoms, and she didn't want to give herself another reason for leaving him. She threw them into her purse and headed toward his house. She felt like shit for leaving him, but she couldn't ignore this anymore, and she knew he was probably pissed off. She would make it right. She turned off her headlights before she pulled into his driveway. With a deep breath she got out of the car and went up to the front door. She hesitated and then knocked lightly. "Louis?" She knocked again almost desperately. She heard footsteps and then the door opened. He didn't look happy. "I'm sorry... I don't know what happened. I freaked out." She looked up at him; her cheeks were once more flushed. Just seeing him was making her wet. "You expect me to just let you in now? What the hell were you doing?" Louis was angry, but then again he was rather surprised to see her there. Perhaps not all was lost after all. "You get me all excited and then leave..." "But I'm here now." She looked up at him almost pleading. "Louis, I tried to ignore it, a few years ago I managed to... but not now." Her voice was almost hypnotic. She nibbled her bottom lip for a moment then took a step toward him. "Please." She reached up wrapping her arms around his neck; she pressed her lips to his again, though his time her tongue slid into his mouth. Louis wrapped his arms around her a groaned. He broke the kiss. " I will just have to tie you up this time." He smiled and then pressed his lips to hers again pulling her into the house with him and shutting the front door. They stumbled recklessly through the house. Nearly tripping over his pet cat. Lilly was sure they knocked over a picture or two. Going down the stairs was slightly more difficult then one might imagine. They had to break apart for that. She felt like her knees would give out at any moment. She clung to the railing as she walked shakily down the steps, her heart pounding in her ears. Together they moved into the bedroom, their arms wrapped around each other. Their lips locked, and tongues dueling. Her head was buzzing, if it wasn't for her now rather sensitive skin she wasn't sure she was even in her own body. Louis stopped and broke the kiss, as they now stood together in the middle of his bedroom. It looked almost the same as it had last time she had been down there. Her eyes met his and she took several deep breaths, trying to control her rapid gasps for air. "What?" She asked after several minutes had past. He shook his head softly looking down at her. "It's about time... that's all." He smiled and moved toward her again, his mouth coming down on hers. He reached around to the back of her head and pulled the chopsticks from her hair, dropping them onto the floor. Wavy dark brown hair fell around her shoulders; the strands tickled her skin and made her shudder. She could feel her desire for him pooling low between her legs. Each time she moved her legs, even slightly, she could feel how slick she was. She pressed herself up against his body her teeth lightly nipping at his bottom lip. Reaching between them Louis gently cupped her breast, his thumb lightly rubbing back and forth over her hardening nipple. He groaned against her mouth as she nipped his lip. Perhaps she hadn't forgotten how rough he was. He pinched her nipple hard coaxing a rather loud moan from her. "Those clothes will do you no good here." His voice was low and sexy, almost a growl. Lilly pulled her mouth from his and looked up at him, her eyes twinkling innocently. "You don't think so?" She nibbled at her bottom lip as she looked up at him, her hands moving over her own body. "Take them off." He demanded, again his voice was raspy. With a grin, Lilly ran her hands over her breasts. "As you wish." She turned her back to him and reached around to the back of her neck. She unclasped the kimono and wiggled out of it. Letting it fall around her feet. Underneath she wore a pair of black thongs with a blood red rose on the front, and a matching bra. She looked over her shoulder at him seductively. Her heart was beating so hard she was afraid that he might hear it. He licked his lips watching her. Every part of him wanted to reach out and rip her clothes off, claim her as his. She was not getting away from him this time. She was his, and there was no going back after this. He took a few steps backwards and sat down on the bed looking up at her. "Come here." Seductively Lilly began to sway her hips back and forth, almost as if she were dancing to a secret tune in her head. She took only a couple tiny steps at a time, prolonging the wait. She grinned mischievously at him. Louis smiled and reached out grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her to him. "Tease." He accused. He reached up and ran a fingertip down her body starting at her neck. His finger tickled between her breasts, slid into her naval, and then lightly teased the velvety edge of her thong. He watched her face attentively. Searching for hints of sexual frustration, and pleasure. Lightly her eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks. Every muscle in her body tried to tense and relax at the same time. Was this really happening? Was she really about to do this? Her mind raced and then before she was able to think about anything her mind was wiped blank as Louis slowly began to tug at her thong. The feel of the velvet sliding down her skin sent a shiver racing up her spine. He smiled, watching her, as he tossed her thong to the floor. She wouldn't need those any time soon. Lightly he ran his fingertips up her leg, and traced her inner thigh. Her skin was soft, and smooth. Leaning forward he kissed her hip, and then ran his tongue over her skin. He let out a soft groan approving of the taste. "Louis." She moaned his name and reached up, her hands tugging at her bra. Her breasts ached for his touch, her hard, sensitive nipple begging to be tasted. The material of her bra was almost painful. Reaching between her breasts she unclasped it and let it float to the floor to join her other clothes. With a grin he reached up, his thumb grazing her nipple. He kissed along her belly, dipping his tongue into her naval. His mouth came tantalizingly close to her heated core, but he always moved away, just before touching it. He could smell her arousal; her hot musky sent was beginning to drive him wild. His pants were beginning to become painfully tight. He nipped playfully at her hip and then he stood up, his fingertips tracing the sides of her breasts. "You're trembling." His voice was soft, a whisper. "You do that to me..." "Do I?" He moved around her, wanting to get a good look at every inch of her body. His hand trailed along her bottom. A fingertip teased the small of her back. He smiled to himself as he watched her squirm under his light caress. Gulping, Lilly nodded her head watching him through half open eyes. "Yes..." Her voice was more of a squeak then anything else. Goosebumps rose along her skin. She felt like she might go up in flames. Louis grabbed her by the shoulders and kissed her once, softly. He moved her toward the bed, his eyes looking deeply into hers. Lightning was crackling between their tense, and incredibly hot bodies. Carefully he pushed her back onto the bed. She shivered as his hands very lightly brushed against her breasts. She was starting to find it difficult to breath. She wiggled against the comforter sprawled out beneath her. She watched him as he began to move away from her towards a dark corner of the bedroom. "What are you doing?" Her voice sounded strange to her, and overly loud. Chuckling, Louis bent down and picked up a little black chest, moving it closer to the bed. He then sat down next to her. Reaching up to brush the hair from her face. "Do you remember the little chest of toys I told you about?" An evil grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. He took off his glasses setting them aside on the nightstand. Lilly's heart pounded painfully against her chest. Oh, she remembered the chest of toys. Whips, chains, bondage, crops, and clips. She even vaguely remembered him telling her about a cattle prod once... she wasn't sure she wanted to mess with that. "Go easy on me Louis. I'm not used to things... that rough." She bit down on her bottom lip, now somewhat nervous about what they were about to do. Mr. Black The heavens raged. Thunder boomed continuously, lightning flashes were coming down so often that night seemed like day, the wind howled. All in all a terrible night to be in except that it was the eve before Samhain and the weather fit. Two bored ladies sat at their table inside the entrance door to the Twysted Knot, a private club catering to those of the BDSM persuasion. "I can't wait until we're done," Val said to her coworker, Carla. "James is waiting here for me, we have plans for tonight." She suggestively wiggled her eyebrows and both ladies giggled. "Well," Carla replied, "I need to get out of here by 11 so I can make it to my coven. We're welcoming in Samhain at midnight." Val cocked an eyebrow. "Samhain? That anything like Halloween?" Carla smiled. "Halloween kind of came from it. It's a pagan celebration, the start of a 3 day period when the doors between life and death open. Kind of need to make sure the wrong things don't come through the door." "Pagan? You're a witch or something?" Val asked incredulously. Carla laughed. "No, I'm a pagan. No warts or green skin or riding around on a broomstick. Just simple earth magic." The door blew open and rain and wind pounded inside. Evil green dry ice smoke swirled upwards, a hideous cackling emanated from the 2 squat Gargoyle statues guarding either side of the door, and a man parted the mists. "Oh, god, that is so lame already!" Carla wailed. "I know, you'd think someone could come up with some original Halloween decorations" agreed Val. They both stared at the man who had entered. Both had the same thought. There was no umbrella, he hadn't put one down, but he was dry as a bone. "Oh my gods and goddesses," whispered Carla, "check this guy out. Be still my quivering flesh!" Val squeezed her knee under the table in agreement. He was a bit over 6 feet tall, dressed in a jet black suit which was molded to him like a second skin and showing off a lean muscular frame. His hair matched the suit's darkness. Piercing eyes in a drop-dead handsome face settled on the ladies and a smile cracked his lips. "Good evening." The voice flowed from him like oil. "I'm here to meet someone." An uncomfortable silence hung for a few more seconds before Val broke from her reverie. "Sorry, my attention wandered for a second. What member are you here to see?" "I believe she goes by the name Shadows91," he replied. Carla checked the database. "I'm sorry, sir, but I'm not finding a guest request under her account. we need this to allow access. This is a private club." The man leaned over the table and gazed steadily at them. "There must be a glitch in the system."His voice was low and resonant, "please check again." "That's not possible, sir, I...son of a gun!" Val exclaimed, looking over Carla's shoulder. "There it is, Mr. Black, guest invitee for tonight." "But...I swear the screen was blank a second ago," Carla exclaimed. The man chuckled. "Computers and I don't seem to get along," he said. Val pushed over an electronic pad. "You'll need to sign, absolving the Knot for anything which happens to you inside, your agreement not to use any recording devices, the usual legal mumbo-jumbo." "Oh yes," he chuckled again, "we all have legal niceties that must be observed." "There's also the matter of the guest fee," Carla said almost apologetically, "and I'll need to see a picture ID." Val was almost afraid to look but finally glanced at the screen. Entries indicated that the fee had been paid, his ID was recorded, and he had signed the agreement even though neither lady had seen him move. Carla mumbled under her breath and thrust a hand towards the man. The index and pinkie fingers were extended. He watched with amusement. "Relax, little one. I am not the one you think I am. Although I've been told there is something of a family resemblance. And that thing you've been worrying about, no need to do so. It isn't malignant." "What's that about, girl?" Val asked. "And what did he mean about something you've been worrying about?" "I...I had to have a biopsy a few days ago, I've been worried sick that it was cancer." "Oh, Carla, you should have said something," Val scolded, throwing an arm around the other's shoulders, "no one should go through that alone." The man passed by them into the club. As he did, the computer gave a single bleep and records disappeared from the database. Carla sighed. "I'm so bored. I don't think we've had anyone through those doors in hours." "Yeah," Val agreed, "I don't know who would come out on a night like this except for pervs like us." Both girls giggled. A Princess, Naughty Nurse, Evil Witch, and Belly Dancer sat morosely nursing drinks at their table. Music crashed over them, bodies swirled all around. Some were dancing to music. Others were dancing to the music of floggers, whips, and other instruments of stimulation wielded by partners in the area containing the play equipment. "Earth to Lorene, Earth to Lorene," the Nurse said to the Princess, who had been gazing over to where an intense flogging was being visited on a lady by her partner. "See anything you like?" "I'm sorry, Bets," Lorene weakly smiled, "just watching others have their fun tonight." "Yeah," broke in Stacy the Witch, "I doubt we're going to see any of that ourselves. There must be 10 times as many subbies as doms here tonight, no lack of willing bodies for any guy wanting action." Jenny the Belly Dancer shrugged. "Just like every other night here. Just like being in the scene." Lorene took a small sip from her drink. "This ain't no pity party, girls, at least we have each other. Our times will come. Let's have our fun." She stopped talking when she saw her 3 tablemates staring over her shoulder, their mouths hanging open. "What?" she said, turning and staring. The man stood behind her, smiling. "Shadows, I'm surprised you forget me." Lorene just stared. And stared some more. He was incredibly handsome. He radiated pure power. And was he talking to her? The man continued. "Did you forget that we agreed to meet here tonight? I'm sorry I'm a bit late but it has been a busy night for me, more work than I expected." "Why, you little bitch," Stacy said, although there wasn't real malice in her voice. "Holding out on us all this time." "Yeah, who's the guy?" Jenny asked breathlessly. Lorene looked puzzled. "This is...this is...." The man laughed. "Oh, Shadows, I love your sense of humor. Ladies, I am Shadow's friend Black. We've been talking on-line and agreed to meet here tonight where she would be in the safety of her friends." "We did, didn't we." A smile broke across Lorene's face. "Yes, this is Black." "And we have a date for some play, my dear." The man extended his hand and gently pulled Lorene to her feet when she put her tiny hand in his. She melted into his side when he put his arm around her and led her to the other side of the room. Her friends watched in amazement. As they approached some equipment, a man and his partner abruptly stopped their play, cleaned up, and walked off. Mr. Black took her hand. "Shall we begin, my dear?" Lorene plopped down in her seat and eagerly gulped down water. Her friends had looks of shock on their faces, as did others all over the room, especially the sub women. "Did...did that feel as good as it looked?" Bets whispered. "I think I came just watching you," Jenny shivered. "No, 100 times better," Lorene sighed. "How did you meet that guy? Does he have any brothers or cousins?" Jenny jokingly asked. Lorene looked at her in puzzlement. "Sorry, sweetie, who were you talking about?" The four friends looked at each other in puzzlement. A man walked across the floor, none taking notice as he silently passed by them. The club noisily exited as members spilled out on the streets. The Princess, Nurse, Witch, and Belly Dancer chatted amiably; they had enjoyed each others company although none had met Mr. Right. Yet. A scream of racing engine and wildly dancing headlights approached from their right. "Lorene." The voice was deep and commanding. She looked over her shoulder. Mr. Black was standing there. "Come to me." His arms opened and she stepped without hesitation into his embrace. "You will always be safe now, my pet," he murmured to her. Wings blacker than the night unfolded from his shoulders and they slowly rose from the ground as a Nurse, Witch, and Dancer fell to the ground, sobbing over the broken body of the Princess lying under the flickering headlights of a drunken driver. Mr. Black: The delivery "Mom, are you home?" asked Jake as he walked into the house. Jake had just stopped by his parents' house from work to pick up his laundry. By all accounts he is pretty lazy and still relies on his mom to take care of laundry and cooking when he doesn't get fast food. Since he heard no response he proceeded to the laundry to see if his mother had left his clothes ready for him. As he walked past the living room he noticed a figure sitting quietly on the sofa staring straight at him. As soon as he realized who it was his heart sank. "Mr. Smith" said the figure "you are late. You should know by now that I do loathe tardiness." The figure sitting directly in front of Jake was Mr. Black. He sat there in his crisp Alexander Amosu suit with a stern look and hands clasped just below his chin. His short black hair perfectly combed back and brown face clean shaven. Jake slowly took a step back but he was mostly petrified, "Why is Mr. Black in my parents' house?" he thought. As soon as he took that step back he felt another presence. When he turned he saw Frank, Mr. Black's enforcer. The man stood 6.5 feet tall and weighed 300 pounds of pure muscle. Frank held a glass of water and a blue pill in his hands. Jake knew he was in trouble now, but why? "How did you know I was going to be here?" asked Jake trembling. "Mr. Smith I make sure I know everything about my employees. I know today is laundry day for you and you would be here around 4 pm. Why don't you go ahead and take that pill Frank has." "What is it?" asked Jake. Mr. Black raised an eyebrow. He does not like to have to explain himself. At that Frank's booming voice said, "Mr. Black asked you to take the pill." Jake didn't ask again and just took it. "If you must know it is half a Viagra. What I am more interested in knowing is what happened to the package you were supposed to deliver for me?" With that it all came to Jake, he know knew why Mr. Black was there and he knew he was in very deep trouble. The previous day Jake was supposed to deliver one of Mr. Black's packages. He had misplaced it however and try as he might he couldn't find it. Rather than telling Mr. Black he misplaced it he claimed that it had been stolen from him. Mr. Black went on, "You see it is very curious to me that you told me yesterday the package was stolen. However Frank is holding the same "stolen" package in his hands right now." Jake turned and saw the package as Frank shoved it in his chest making him take a couple of steps back just to regain balance. "This afternoon someone came to my office and left this package at the receptionist saying that it had been left in their fast food restaurant yesterday by a man whose description fits yours very well." Jake's expression changed as he now remembered where ge had left the package. "I took it upon myself to visit the restaurant; first to reward the person for their honesty and second to see if they had any security cameras behind the counter so that I could see for myself what happened. From what little I could see on the videos it seems you entered the restaurant with the package and exited without it. It also took you a full 4 hours to report the package stolen, why wouldn't you report it immediately?" Jake was very concerned. What was going to happen to him, he thought as Mr. Black went on. "On top of that a restaurant employee returned the package which only cements my belief that you accidentally just left the package there." "Please, I..." Jake tried, but Frank grabbed him by the back of the neck and kindly told him, "I don't believe Mr. Black is done yet." immediately silencing Jake. "Do you realize you cost me $10,000? But what irritates me more is that there truly is nothing I hate more than lying." "Please, I will do whatever you want let's just get out of here before my parents get home." "Actually we are here waiting for your mother." Jake's eyes widened. No please don't you dare touch her. "Don't worry we won't be touching her. That Viagra you took should be kicking in soon, just in time for your mother's arrival." "No! I can't do that with my mother. Please anything else. PLEASE!" "We will wait until your mother gets home and let her decide. When she does get home I want you to go and greet her in the kitchen before she gets a chance to see us and give her the great news that her very own son is going to fuck her." "What about my dad, what will you do to him when he gets home?" "Your father won't be home for a while; his boss owes me a couple of favors so your father will be working involuntary overtime most of the night." "I can't do this. What am I supposed to tell my mom?" "I believe I have made it clear that I hate lying. You are going to tell her that you lied about a delivery for me and now you have to fuck her as punishment." Jake was about to protest when everyone heard the door shut. Jake's mother was home. Mr. Black looked directly at Jake and motioned his head as if to say, go greet her in the kitchen now. Jake turned around and Frank stepped aside allowing Jake passage to the kitchen. Jake was shaking, there was a lump in his throat and he was holding back tears. As he turned the corner to enter the kitchen he saw his mother standing there. She had just come back from work and was wearing a skirt suit. She just finished removing her blazer and draped it over a chair near the breakfast table. She was left in her skirt and white button down shirt. She wore her long black hair in a bun, at 41 she was very much still gorgeous. She was 5'4" and only 120 pounds. Her shirt could barely contain her 34 C breasts. Her round rear beautifully filled in the skirt. She seemed exhausted from her day at work but as soon as she saw Jake she lit up. "Hi honey, since you are still here I take it you are staying for dinner? Did you find your clothes? I finished washing them and..." she paused when she saw the concerned expression on her son's face. She immediately rushed to him. "Jake, is everything alright?" Jake managed to stammer, "Mom" as his lips trembled "I messed up." Jake couldn't get another word out. His mother became more and more concerned continuously begging him to please tell her what's going on. Suddenly Jake's mother's eyes widened and there was intense fear in her expression. Mr. Black had just turned the corner into the kitchen and towering behind him was Frank. Jake's mother knew exactly who this man was and she was petrified from all the stories she had heard. Most of the stories were exaggerations of course but then who really knows. All she knew is that Mr. Black was not a person you wanted trouble with. He was connected, not just in their town but the entire state, country and many other countries. If Mr. Black wanted something he got it. "I am disappointed in you Jake. I gave you another simple task and once again you failed to deliver." "What is he talking about Jake?" asked his mother. "Mrs. Smith, your son here was working for me and he lied to me and cost me $10,000." "That's impossible he works at the delivery company in town." "I see he lies to you as well. Mrs. Smith, do you truly believe that working at that company your son could afford that car he has, or the apartment he lives in? Are you truly that delusional? He used to work for me and he lied about a package he was supposed to deliver." Mrs. Smith, looked at her son, he could do nothing but look away. "I can get you the money, I will go now and get you $20,000 even." she begged. "Mrs. Smith, I do not care about the money. I have billions, $10,000 is nothing to me. If I wanted money I am sure your son has more than that saved up from everything I have paid him while he worked for me." "Then what do you want?" "As I told your son, his punishment is to fuck you, his own mother. You see among other things in my business one of the ventures I make most money in is selling videos of family members having sex." Jake's mother's expression turned to disgust. Mr. Black continued. "I get top dollar because my clientele trusts me and knows that the videos they are getting are 100% real. I chose this punishment for your son because you are absolutely gorgeous. I do hope you take that as a compliment. Frank has been recording this the whole time, and I will be quietly directing. Of course I always give 10% of the profits to the actors." "There is no way I am having sex with my own son! Besides my husband will be home soon." "Well you do not have to; I personally don't like forcing anyone. This must be done by your own choice. Though, if you do not do this I would suggest moving out of the country because life for you and your family will be quite difficult here. Both you and your husband will be fired effective immediately and you won't ever find another job. Also I suggest learning a new language because I have influence in all english speaking countries. And your husband won't be home for a while, that has been taken care of." Mrs. Smith looked at her son again who still could not look at his mother. "How could you work for him? Haven't we done everything to help you live a good honest life? LOOK AT ME WHEN I AM TALKING!" With that tears started rolling down her cheeks. Jake turned to look at his mother who immediately slapped him hard across the face leaving a red mark on his face identical to her hand. "Let's just get this over with." She said as she began to unbutton her shirt. "No, No Mrs. Smith. I am the director remember. Now just stand facing your son. I am sure Mr. Smith would like to have the honor of undressing you. Mr. Smith, please don't waste time. As your mother said just get it over with. Be sure I am not bored." Jake stood before his mother, now it was her that couldn't look at him. She struggled to hold back her tears. As Jake reached over to her shirt he said, "I'm sorr..." "Shut up, just shut up. Finish this so they can get out of here!" she could barely say as her voice cracked. Jake began to unbutton his mother's blouse. His trembling hands having some trouble working the buttons. To make matters worse, thanks to the Viagra he had taken he could feel his erection becoming harder and harder regardless of the fact that it was his mother before him. This made him sick and angry at the same time. He watched as tears fell on his hands as he moved down to the next buttons. His mother lifted her arm to wipe the tears away with her sleeve. When he finished unbuttoning the blouse he slid it off his mother's shoulders and down her arms allowing it to pool on the floor behind her. His mother stood before him in just her skirt and white lace bra, trembling with her arms crossed before her chest. "Mrs. Smith, please lower your arms. I am not interested in the shy act. In fact it's your turn. Get on your knees and remove your son's pants and underwear and give him the best blow job you have ever given. If it helps, you could imagine it's your husband's or the special friend you go visit every Tuesday and Thursday during your lunch break." Jake's mother was surprised he knew about that and was completely ashamed that Mr. Black revealed it in front of her son. Jake was equally surprised and disappointed that his mother would cheat on his father. "And Mrs. Smith; make it good. I don't want to have to direct too much." She uncrossed her arms and slowly got down on her knees in front of her son. She noticed the bulge in her son's pants. She thought to herself that he could not be turned on by this. The mere thought of her son being turned on by what was going on disgusted her. She reached out to unfasten his pants and unzipped them. She inserted her thumbs in the elastic band of his underwear and pulled both the pants and underwear down at the same time. Immediately she noticed that the bulge was real when her son's penis sprung to life just inches in front of her face. She turned and lowered her head in shame that her son would be turned on and enjoying this. When she turned her head she saw Mr. Black staring at her his penetrating gaze was enough to get her focused again. She finished pulling the pants down to her son's ankles and motioned for her son to step out of them. She set them aside and worked up the nerve to look at her son's penis again. Once again her face was just inches from the tip of his shaft. She let out a defeated scream as if to ask "Why?" The scream startled Jake, who at this point was just standing there statuesque hands at his side and heart pounding. Disappointed in his own erection that he couldn't control he couldn't bear to look as she worked below. She finally relented closed her eyes and grabbed the base of his penis opened her mouth and took it in. Just to get it over with she tried her hardest to follow Mr. Black's advice and she imagined it was her lover whom she visited every Tuesday and Thursday as Mr. Black had pointed out. She moved her head in and out, moved her hands to her son's ass and pulled him closer to her and deeper into her mouth. Jake couldn't believe what was happening. His mother was going down on him seemingly without caring that he was her son. Even though his mother's warm mouth felt great he wasn't turned on the slightest. Looking down on her he saw her eyes tightly shut and knew she wasn't enjoying it, she was just going through the motions to get done with this. "Mr. Smith, undo your mother's hair bun and then grab her by the head and thrust your hips. Help her out a little stop being so stiff. And Mrs. Smith, please open your eyes and look up at your son, he was just looking down at you and I do enjoy when you are looking in each other's eyes as you enjoy each other." Jake undid his mother's hair which flowed and draped down just past her shoulders. Then as instructed he placed his hands on either side of her head and began to pump his hips back and forth. Once she felt his hands and his thrusts she couldn't hold back the tears she was fighting knowing her own son was fucking her mouth was just too much. She too did as she was told and opened her teary eyes to look up at her son as he thrust his hips back and forth shoving his penis into her mouth. Jake noticed Mr. Black signaling him to slow down so he began to slowly move his hips back and forth. As he held his mother's head in place his penis slowly went in to just over half and then he pulled it back till only the head was in and then pushed it back in. He looked at his mother with feelings of anger that he made such a stupid mistake. He saw the humiliated look in his mother's eyes as she looked back at him with his penis in her mouth. "That's enough Mr. Smith, help your mother up." She immediately released his penis from her mouth as soon as she heard it was enough. Even though he was told to help her up, she pushed him away and got up on her own. "Mrs. Smith, I will not tell you again to cooperate." Mr. Black looked directly at Jake, "Escort your mother to the kitchen table and help her be seated on the edge. Mrs. Smith, once at the table, remove your son's shirt and then remove your bra and offer your breasts to your son. Take him by the head as he took you and have him enjoy your exquisite breasts. Mr. Smith do be sure to enjoy her breasts like you mean it." Jake took his mother's arm to escort her to the table. She was instinctively going to pull her arm away but she felt defeated knowing Mr. Black had told her to cooperate. She walked with her son to the table and allowed him to boost her up to sit on the table with his hands on her hips. She looked him in the eyes as she reached for his shirt and as he lifted his arms she pulled it over his head and just let it fall from her hand to the floor. She reached behind her, without removing her gaze from her son, and unclasped her bra. She slid the bra off her shoulders and arms and let it fall on top of her son's shirt. Her beautiful breasts were now exposed for all to see. She desperately wanted to cover up but knew she shouldn't. Her tears had dried up she just took a deep breath and placed a hand behind her sons head and pulled him in towards her. Jake noticed his mother's resignation and realized at that point that there was nothing they could do but get it over with in a manner that pleased Mr. Black. He opened his mouth and accepted his mother's nipple. He placed one hand behind her and his mother guided his other hand to her other breast. She looked at Mr. Black and observed him as he sat with a blank expression. She could almost see a smile on the corner of his mouth but she wasn't sure and didn't care. She saw as he signaled Frank to change positions and get better angles. She could feel her son kneading her breast in one hand as he eagerly sucked and licked her other breast. She felt her son pushing her backward forcing her to lie down on the table. He would suck and nibble on her breasts alternating between one and the other. As she was lying down, she just stared blankly at the ceiling, thoughts swirled in her head, was her son enjoying this? Was she? Jake was licking, sucking, rubbing and caressing each breast. He decided to begin working his way down her abs. Keeping a hand on each breast he started kissing, licking and nibbling down her abs. He was hoping to just quickly get to the fucking and be done with this humiliation. Every time Jake pinched and twisted her nipples she felt a tinge of pain. She also felt herself getting wet as she pictured Mr. Black just sitting there observing. Wondering just who is this man everyone fears so and why did he have to be so handsome. "It seems we are finally on the same page. Mr. Smith, help your mother off the table and have her face the table. Then you may unzip and remove her skirt since it seems you desire to. Please do not remove her skirt and panties at the same time. I am eager to see what kind of underwear your mother wears. Mrs. Smith, once you are completely nude lean over the table and open your legs I fully expect your son to have his way with you then so just make it easy for him." Jake got off of his mother and held out his hands. She placed her hands in his and he pulled her up and off the table effortlessly. She stood in from of him tilting her head up to look him in the eyes, trying to determine if her own son was enjoying her. His expression was blank, just resigned to get it over with. He grabbed her shoulders and turned her around so that her shapely ass was pointed toward him. Jake grabbed the top of her skirt's waistband with one hand and began to unzip it with the other. Once completely unzipped he grabbed the hem of her skirt on each side and pulled down with both hands. As the fabric slowly slid down her round ass and creamy thighs came into view. She placed her hands on the table to step out of the skirt and then asked defiantly. "Are these panties to your liking Mr. Black?" though in her head she added 'you disgusting bastard.' She was wearing a white lace thong that allowed full view of each globe of her ass. Her son was surprised she would dare say anything to Mr. Black. He was worried he wouldn't like her defiance. "They are quite pleasant Mrs. Smith. Though I would watch my tone if I were you. Now bend over." She bent over the table supporting her weight on her elbows and giving everyone a good view of her panty covered vagina. The outline her vagina made was absolutely stunning. "You truly are beautiful Mrs. Smith. I am sure I will make a lot of money on this video. Mr. Smith, what are you waiting for? I am sure you will never see another pussy like that in a long time, enjoy it while you can." Jake was still in shock from his mother's comment. Mr. Black snapped him out of it. Jake realized Mr. Black was right. He had never seen a vagina that looked so perfect. He was still very much erect thanks to the Viagra. He grabbed her panties waistband and began sliding it down. Mr. Black: The delivery As it went down it exposed the beautiful mound, smooth, completely shaven. Jake couldn't help but wonder if the only reason it was perfectly shaven was because yesterday was Tuesday. Once his mother stepped out of the panties she opened her legs as previously requested by Mr. Black. Jake got down on his knees and began kissing and caressing his mother's ass. He knew by know that Mr. Black wouldn't like for him to just immediately fuck his mother. He kissed, licked and even nibbled her ass while he ran a finger around her pussy lips and up and down her slit. The more he touched her vagina the angrier she got. She thought she would be able to just get it over with but she was still angry and utterly humiliated. She held her tears in again and went back to closing her eyes and lowering her head as her son fondled her and caressed her in places a son should never be caressing a mother. She knew she had to remain quiet and just accept it. Suddenly she felt his breath on her labia. That sent a shock down her spine. She was already wet from thinking of Mr. Black before. She was desperately trying to not feel aroused but his breath retriggered her thoughts of Mr. Black. She felt her son's tongue licking her outer labia and every so often slipping inside. She felt his hands spread her labia apart giving him better access to her inner labia and clitoris. She felt his tongue darting in and out and flicking her clitoris. She heard a soft moan involuntarily escape her lips causing her to clench her fists and try to futilely rid her mind of all thoughts of pleasure. Jake's only thoughts were to end it quickly but satisfactorily for Mr. Black. Though he kept remembering what Mr. Black told him about possibly never having such a beauty again and to enjoy it while he could. On top of that he was angry with his mother for cheating on his father so he didn't feel as bad any more for what was happening, at least that is how he rationalized it. Jake continued licking and inserting a finger slowly, causing his mother to release more soft moans. Jake noticed that she began pushing back on his finger causing him to wonder if she was enjoying this or if she was just putting on a show to keep Mr. Black happy. Jake stood up and placed the tip of his penis at the entrance of her vagina. Once his mother felt this she let out another angry yell and began to pound the table yelling "WHY!?, WHY!?, WHY!?" and tears began streaming again. Jake grit his teeth in anger with himself but knew he had to go through with it. He slowly continued to slide his penis in, inch by inch his mother let out smaller angry yells. She was angrier at the fact that she couldn't control the pleasure she was feeling even if it was her son fucking her. Every inch that went in, and caused her more pleasure, just made her angrier. "Mrs. Smith, I will have no more yelling in my video. Also please look up." She opened her eyes to see that Mr. Black had switched positions. He was now standing before her observing her getting fucked by her own son. She also noticed that now he was in possession of the camera. "I need you to look up at me and the camera. I want to see those beautiful eyes enjoying every thrust your son gives you. Frank is connecting the magic wand vibrator to help you achieve climax." Mr. Black looked up at Jake. "Don't cum in your mother. When you are ready to cum let her know so she can quickly take your load in her mouth again. Mrs. Smith, do not release his dick until you have cleaned up every last drop." Jake's mother kept her gaze fixed on Mr. Black as he asked. She felt her son pumping back and forth each time a little faster and harder. As she stared at Mr. Black she was able to let go a little and somewhat enjoy what was happening. She let her mind wander so she could enjoy it, suddenly she felt Frank placing the vibrator right on her clitoris from under the table. That sensation was too much and she let out a much louder moan than before. Embarrassed, she tried to hold in her moans, but she saw the look of disapproval on Mr. Black's face. For some reason she felt she needed to please him and gain his approval, not just because of the situation. She let go even more and began moaning and matching her son's strokes with movements of her own. Hearing his mother moaning as she did caused Jake to thrust even harder and enjoy it more himself. The sensation of the vibrator and her son being inside her was too much for her. She began having a huge orgasm, much bigger than anything before. Her body was shaking she could barely remain standing, she shifted all her weight to the table. She let out a long loud moan as she lay exhausted on the table while her son continued pumping harder and faster. Feeling his mother's pussy rapidly tightening and releasing around him caused him to tap his mother's back and yell. "I'M CUMING, I'M CUMING" With that she gathered what little strength she had left and slid off the table to her knees and immediately took his penis into her mouth and sucked like she never sucked before. She was no longer thinking, she was just doing. She felt his warm load flow into her mouth while her son held her head. He was done and wanted to pull out but she held him remembering that Mr. Black told her not to release until every last drop was gone. She continued to suck and swallow and lick the tip until she was sure he was done. Jake sat down exhausted while his mother just remained kneeling on the floor in shock. "That was very good. This will make for a very good video. I am happy with the results continue to live your lives normally I won't retaliate anymore." With that Mr. Black motioned to Frank and they left. Jake couldn't bear to look at his mother. He gathered his things, got dressed and headed for the door. As he left all he could muster was, "I'm sorry." His mother didn't answer back nor did she even look at him as he left. When the door closed she lowered her head to the floor and cried. ********Six Months later**************** It took a while for Jake to visit his parents again. His mother and he had gotten over what happened and have told no one. Their relationship has never been the same as it once was. Jake does his laundry alone mostly and has learned to cook. Jake's mother broke it off with her lover and his father never knew anything ever happened. One day a letter arrived, Jake's mother opened it and inside was a note that read, "Here is your 10% as promised, more to come." no signature or anything. Also enclosed was a check for $500,000. Seeing this caused Jake's mother to run to the bathroom and vomit. Then she curled up in a ball on the bathroom floor and began to cry once again. Mr. Blackmore's Slut I’d been living with the Blackmore’s for just over two weeks. It was a good arrangement; my girlfriend had kicked me out of the flat yet again and, to be frank, I was beginning to wonder if she was worth all the bother. Mary was pretty enough and had a great personality but, between the sheets, she was rather conservative. She was fine with straight sex - as long as I didn’t want it more than once a week - but anything to do with oral or anal sex or anything remotely kinky was a complete non-starter. And so I found myself at the Blackmore’s. As I said, the arrangement suited us all; I needed a break away from Mary for a while and they needed the extra income that a paying guest would generate. I had known John Blackmore as a co-worker for several years. He was a good friend and lost no time in suggesting the arrangement as soon as he understood my situation. I had wondered if his wife would be as keen on the agreement as he was and was therefore a little apprehensive about our first meeting. Actually, the first meeting was the day I moved in and as soon as I met Sandra I realised that I need not have been concerned. Sandra Blackmore looked a little older than me - maybe around the forty mark - but a good looking woman. She stood nearly as tall as me and her strawberry coloured hair framed a face that seemed to light up the room. Her blue eyes constantly twinkled giving the impression that she was always thinking about something she shouldn’t be! Two weeks passed quickly. John and I would drive to work together and, unlike my girlfriend, Sandra seemed quite unconcerned if we stopped off for a beer or two on the way home. Life was good and I was beginning to wonder why I had never thought of this arrangement before. It was a Friday night and John and I had enjoyed a few glasses of cold beer at Mulligan’s on the way home. We were in good spirits but when we actually arrived home I found that the day had finally caught up with me. “I’m just going to take a shower and hit the sack, buddy.” I said as I made my way up the stairs. John waved at me absently. As he walked a little unsteadily into the lounge I could see that the room was in darkness. Sandra must have given up waiting for us and turned in herself, I thought. Once in my room I flicked on the TV and VCR and started to strip off my clothes in preparation for my shower. I remembered that I had been watching a blue movie the night before and quickly turned the volume down as the screen flickered into life. I looked at the TV. The scene continued where I had left off the previous night with a large breasted woman giving a young man a deep-throated blow job. Torn between the waiting shower-room down the hall and watching a little more of the movie, the swelling bulge beneath my jeans decided for me. I lay down on the bed and got comfortable. The young man in the movie was now fondling and caressing the older woman’s large breasts; kissing and sucking at the swollen, turgid nipples. I unzipped my fly and touched my solid member beneath. Sighing silently as the warm flesh throbbed in my hand, I began to slowly masturbate as I watched. I must have been completely engrossed in my own secretive world, so much so that I didn’t hear the door open. “I wish I had boobs as big as those!” Ripped out of my reverie, I wheeled around on the bed to see Sandra standing in the doorway wearing nothing but a towel. I tried frantically to hide my hard erection but it was a futile exercise. It was clear that Sandra had already seen everything that I had. Words stuck in my throat and refused to vocalise. I don’t suppose anything that I would have said would have made much difference anyway. Sandra rescued the situation by breaking the awkward silence. “I don’t think you should stop just like that.” She was smiling at me as she continued. “Whenever I play with myself, there’s very little that would make me stop so suddenly. I’m sure it’s not good for you!” My jaw was doing a fair impression of a child’s yo-yo as it rose and fell wordlessly. My mind suddenly cleared enough for me to realise that the movie was still running and I made a grab for the remote. “No, don’t turn it off,” Sandra said, “its ages since I’ve seen a good porn movie! She does have very large breasts doesn’t she?” My eyes drifted back to the screen and I nodded. The woman in the movie was now on her hands and knees and receiving a good fucking from behind. Her heavy breasts swung pendulously beneath her. Before I knew what had happened, my friend’s wife was sitting next to me on the bed and staring avidly at the screen. “Do you like big tits, Adam?” I shrugged non-commitally. Actually I am rather fond of large breasts but I was still finding it hard to voice any coherent words. “I think mine are a bit small,” she continued, “what do you think?” As I turned to look at Sandra I gasped out loud. She had loosened the towel that had previously been wrapped above her chest letting it fall into her lap. I stared at her boobs and immediately felt my erection leap another notch. I could sense the cool air on the head and knew that it was still protruding, thick and swollen, through the open fly of my jeans. “Ohhhh! I see you DO like them!” Sandra giggled. As if in a dream, I felt her hands guide mine towards the perfectly rounded orbs. They were warm after her recent shower and seemed to glow in the dim light of my bedroom. She sighed as I plucked at the tight nipples and I felt a bolt of electricity course through me as her fingers curled expertly around my hard shaft. I looked into her deep eyes as we neared for our first kiss. There was something different about her now that we were so close. I couldn’t quite place the feeling but it nagged at the back of my mind. As Sandra dropped to her knees and began to pull off my open jeans, I knew that I should have felt guilty. I was in an extremely compromising position with my friend’s wife. I know I should have stopped. I know I should have spared a thought for John. But the truth was I didn’t care. I wanted this woman more than anything else right then. The nagging doubts that I had previously had were now pushed right to the furthest recesses of my mind. My eyes closed as Sandra stroked my hot tool and guided it towards her willing and open mouth. I could feel her breath on my skin as she kissed the head and sighed deeply as she allowed the purple glans to slide over her tongue and into her warm, wet mouth. Her hands gripped my buttocks and pulled me towards her swallowing my dick and humming deep in her throat. It seemed like so long since I’d been treated to a good blow-job and it took all my powers of deliberation to avoid immediately filling her mouth with cum. Sandra was a very proficient cock-sucker. She brought me to the edge of climax several times, using her long fingernails to tickle and stroke the sensitive skin under my balls as she deep-throated my dick. My own fingers tangled in the mass of strawberry hair and pulled her head hard onto my weapon. I reached down and found the hard nubs of her tight nipples again, playfully tweaking and pinching them as she fellated me. Sandra’s reaction was a deep moan in the back of her throat. Her mouth contracted around my tool. I saw stars and felt my head swim. The rush of semen took me as much by surprise as it did her and I pumped my cock in and out of her mouth as she gulped and swallowed my cum enthusiastically. My cock never went completely limp as I ripped the towel from Sandra’s body and laid her back on my bed. Her legs parted gracefully and the mixed aroma of expensive soap and stimulated arousal drifted up to assault my senses. “Are you going to eat me?” She whispered. I nodded with a smile. Sandra giggled, wriggled herself back into a comfortable position and held her legs open for me. I looked down between her spread thighs. Her bush was neatly trimmed and the lips of her pussy folded back elegantly as I ducked my head down towards my goal. She tasted as good as she smelled. My tongue extended slowly and I lapped between her sex lips, marvelling as her little hood slipped back to reveal a small but fierce little clitoris. I felt her legs tremble slightly as I sucked gently on the stiff protrusion and heard her gasp. Her hips rose from the bed and her mound crushed into my face. I knew she was about to cum and slipped my index finger into her tight butt. Sandra shook and shuddered. Her hips bucked wildly and I felt the full force of her climax as it gushed warmly over my face. “She sure looked like she enjoyed that, Adam!” My head jerked up as I heard John’s familiar voice. He stood patiently in the doorway staring right at us. Jeez! My bedroom felt like it had all the privacy of a train station at rush hour tonight! If I thought for one moment that John was going to launch into me and his errant wife with a baseball bat or similar weapon, I was much mistaken. It was clear from the smiled look of enjoyment on his craggy face that any form of retribution was far from his mind. “Better not stop now, buddy.” He continued. “She looks like she could do with a good hard fuck!” A gulped down a breath of air. So far this had been the craziest night of my life but, as I saw John settle himself comfortably into a chair by the door, I knew that it was far from over. My cock had once again returned to full attention and I wanted to slam it into Sandra’s pussy as much as she and John also clearly wanted me to. Crawling up onto the bed I kneeled between my lovers tremulous spread legs and lined myself up with her wet, open hole. The sensations as I entered her were exquisite. Her warm tunnel gripped me tightly and I swear I could feel every ridge and crevice of her insides as I sunk slowly in to the hilt. My rhythm built up steadily as I sawed my cock in and out of Sandra’s hot pussy. I gripped her breasts again in my hands as I rooted; squeezing and pinching the nipples cruelly and hearing the woman cry out in a mixture of pain and excitement. “Fuck her Adam!” John cried from his chair. “That’s it, fuck her hard and fast! Pull her nipples! Squeeze her tits! Look how she loves it! He wasn’t wrong. Sandra was clearly loving every moment of what can best be described as an assault. Her eyes were closed and her lips parted as she climaxed over and over again. “My ass,” she breathed as she came down from another orgasm, “do me in the ass, Adam! Please!” If ever a few words put together could have inspired my excitement more at that point, I’ve yet to hear them. After the rather dull sexual experiences that I had shared with my ex-girlfriend, Mary, to hear a woman almost begging me to stuff my cock into her asshole was music to my ears! My cock throbbed and swung menacingly back and forth as I pulled out of Sandra’s dripping pussy. I looked down at her body; a sheen of perspiration glistened over her warm skin and her vagina gaped open as if still sheathing some invisible object. Without any hesitation, Sandra moved onto her hands and knees, her head down in the pillow and her nicely rounded behind poised in front of me. I looked over at John for a moment. I still felt a little weird about this and maybe I was seeking his approval. John just shrugged as he looked back at me. His hard cock protruded obscenely from his fly and he was openly masturbating as he watched. John’s obvious accord was as much corroboration as I needed and, returning my gaze to Sandra’s behind, I pried her buttocks open and slipped a finger deep inside her. As my digit penetrated, I heard her moan deeply and saw her butt tremble. I could feel her pushing back towards me and took this as a sign to proceed further. A second finger joined the first in her ass and I twisted them, rotating them slowly and widening the tight, rosebud hole. “Now! Please!” Sandra begged as she looked up impatiently from the pillow. I wasn’t going to argue and, retracting my greasy fingers I replaced them with something hotter, harder and stiffer! My lover groaned as I pushed the head of my throbbing tool into her rectum. The tiny hole put up a token resistance but, as I pushed a little harder, it opened and accepted me appreciatively. The inside of Sandra’s ass was even hotter than her cunt. I could feel myself swelling as the tight confines rubbed blissfully against my shaft and, under Sandra’s coaching; I began to start fucking myself in and out. My eyes watered as the warm sensations of my first butt-fuck for ages washed over me. I looked down at the prone body beneath me and was suddenly reminded of the position of the two actors in the movie that we had watched. I recalled how excited Sandra had become when the man had fondled the woman’s breasts as they hung down and decided to try the same tactic. Of course, Sandra’s tits were nowhere near as large as the actress’s, but my fingers held the warm globes and plucked at the pointed nipples as I continued to plough her ass regardless. Within a few short minutes I was nearing my second climax. I didn’t want to cum inside my lover for a second time and had a sneaking suspicion that she would quite like to see my ejaculation. “Mmmmm…I’m almost there, baby!” I cried. “You want my cum?” I felt my cock spring up as Sandra’s body fell forward and released me from her back door. She was kneeling before me in an instant, her mouth open wide and her eyes shut; expectant and eager for her gift. My hand squeezed my hard shaft and I trembled slightly as I pointed my cock head towards her mouth. I groaned. I gasped. I heard another sound from the doorway and looked up. “This looks interesting!” Said the woman with strawberry coloured hair as she stood watching. I gasped again as my cock exploded. I stared at the woman by the door. It was Sandra! But how could that be? I looked down at the identical face below me as my cum filled her willing mouth. “I see you’ve met my twin sister!” Sandra laughed as she continued to watch the indistinguishable woman as her face received the full force of my torrential deluge. My eyes raced from one woman to the other. There was just no way to tell them apart. “Yes, they are similar aren’t they?” John chuckled. The confusion must have been etched over my face. “Even I can’t tell them apart sometimes!” He turned to Sandra, “Hey, how about letting me cum all over your face then, Sandy?” The strawberry haired woman gave him a demure, sultry look as she dropped to her knees in front of him. “What makes you so sure that I’m Sandra?” She whispered with an iniquitous grin.