1 comments/ 44814 views/ 31 favorites Michelle - House hunting By: flabuf Dear readers: I hope you enjoy this most recent piece in the 'Michelle' series. Enjoy it, vote for it if you want (I find the vast majority of readers don't give stories a rating), and if you truly like it, make it a 'favorite' – that's the measure that I go on in writing. Comments are (almost) always appreciated. The story is a complete fabrication, the characters made up, any resemblance to people, living or dead is coincidental. Flabuf ***** Michelle, a flame red haired socialite from upstate Connecticut well into her middle years, but with a rocking body, large but not obnoxious breasts, brown eyes, and an unrelenting and, at times, seemingly unnatural, desire to be used. Part One: The Showing Michelle knew she was prejudiced, had known it for many, many years but had always tried to compensate for that by being overly attentive to those less fortunate than she. When the yard men came on a weekly basis she would bring out iced tea or, if she knew of a favorite beverage other than alcoholic, she'd make sure she had that in the fridge to share. When movers came, and she moved often, she'd make sandwiches and throw out a spread for them. When her friend Bennie, who loved Miss Michelle as he called her, invited her to his modest home for dinner, she couldn't come without having baked something special for dessert. It's just who she is. So now, now that she and Robert had parted and her own money was diminished, and she had finally chosen to move to Florida where she'd promised herself she'd move for a long time, it was with great effort that she looked at housing in her price range. It seemed that everything in West Palm Beach that was affordable, even in gated communities, was in a neighborhood dominated by blacks. Blacks playing basketball in the street. Blacks sauntering down the neighborhood with their shorts hanging below their ample buttocks. Blacks riding the streets on bicycles. 'Where is this realtor taking me?' she thought. This isn't what I want to look at. But she persevered. At least her son, James, was with her so she felt somewhat safe as they went to the final house on the list of potential rentals. This house, over 2800 sq. /ft. and in her price range was still occupied and when Beth, the realtor, rang the bell it was an obese, very black man who answered. Michelle looked at this man, wide as an elephant and no taller than the 5'6" that was her height in flats, and today she was wearing flats. "Hope you don't mind my staying." He said, his voice higher than Michelle would have expected "My son'll be home soon and I likes to be here when he shows up." "No, no problem." Beth replied as Michelle's mind was screaming to leave. 'I've had enough – it's time to go back to the hotel and soak in the hot tub' the Embassy Suites had one in her room. Her thoughts were taking over. She really, really wanted to leave. And this man, reeked. I mean he was as unclean a man as Michelle had met in many, many years. Michelle had an acute sense of smell and this man caused her nose to wrinkle. 'Ok, ok, I'll get through this. I'll get through it.' As she was thinking, James and Beth had already passed her by and were headed upstairs thinking that Michelle would be right behind them. Michelle, who had on one of her form fitting mini's – the orange one that Robert liked so much, and skimpy 'little boy' panties, wasn't about to go up the stairs with this man watching. No show for him! So, thinking it would be easier for her to wander downstairs she headed for her favorite room in any house – the kitchen. Lamar followed her in. "We just redid this kitchen Ms..." He hesitated waiting for her to share her name. "Michelle, my name is Michelle" "Yes, ma'am, Ms. Michelle. As I was saying, we just did this here kitchen. Don't she look pretty?" The truth was that she did like it. They'd done a great job with the counters and fixtures – all higher end and she'd not expected that. It was the faucet that intrigued her most. A top of the line Moen, with a pull down industrial style spray hose that she just had to check out. Dropping it out of its holder she pulled the lever and, much to her surprise the stream shot out explosively and the lever stuck in the 'on' position. 'Shit, shit, shit...' The spray now soaked the counter and she finally had corralled it to the sink as Lamar rushed up behind her and, his girth pressing her to the counter, grabbed her hand with the lever in it and squooze it tighter. Then before he could let it go stopping the flow, Michelle jerked it without thinking and the spray which had been aimed toward the sink was now spraying both her and Lamar while also spraying the kitchen itself. 'Damn!' "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." she blurted now slightly recovered, the spray having stopped but the kitchen now covered in the sprayed water. Her face and hair were wet as was the white blouse she was wearing, the cloth clinging to her breasts and the demibra she loved wearing. She shook her head as if to say 'What next?' but, before she could truly ask that question she heard Lamar's laughter. Lamar had an infectious laugh and Michelle couldn't help herself but to start laughing as well. Seeing a hand towel she grabbed it quickly and started to dry Lamar off. This was vintage Michelle, helping others before helping herself. She dried his face, his bulbous neck, dried his arms which were adorned by a short-sleeved dress shirt, and, seeing that his shirt had become unbuttoned and untucked, his ample belly. It was hard not to notice, under that belt which could easily have wrapped around Michelle 3 times, Lamar's bulge. 'Oh my...' Lamar, for his part, was enjoying the spectacle in front of him. Watching Michelle's face, intense as she was drying his own and his various soaked appendages, and the nearly transparent top which promised full breasts, her nipples now hard as pebbles underneath the cloth and thin bra. When she'd dropped down to dry off his belly it was hard not to notice Michelle's deep cleavage which jiggled as she dried him off. He wondered briefly what it would be like to have this vision of a woman deep throating his member and, just as he was about to grab her head in his massive hands, she looked up at him questioningly as if to ask... 'Am I done?' Not even thinking Lamar reached down and pulled down his zipper. "Ma'am... I think there's a little more you could do." And, as he did this his aroma hit her. The smell of a man's crotch had always been a turn on for Michelle. She didn't understand it, couldn't do anything about it, and became almost helpless when that particular aroma hit her. It was as if it were a sensory 'roofie' and a man who found this out about her could do practically anything he wanted with her. Sensing something but not knowing just what was going on with this gorgeous redhead now on her knees, her face inches away from his now rising cock he said "Why don't you try a little harder?" Knowing what he meant Michelle reached in the space between the zipper and found Lamar's cock bent downward but becoming engorged. She loved this stage of a man's cock – not totally hard, but not soft either. It was as if it were waiting for her to finish the job. Her hand reached below his cock and she felt what she thought were the biggest, wire haired balls she'd ever felt. Holding them briefly and massaging them her mind wandered. She felt the weight of his cock on top of her hand and shifting wrapped her thin fingers around his member which she then recognized as thick and meaty. 'Meaty. There's a word.' She thought. 'Meaty'... and she untucked it and deftly pulled it forward out of Lamar's khaki's. By now Lamar had his hands on the back of Michelle's head and, before she could really see what she'd unleashed, was pulling her forward and it was quickly in her mouth filling it with its girth. This was not a session of 'love making', there was no soft kiss, no tongue tracing the veins of his cock as she eyed the length and enjoyed the sight of it. No, this was face fucking. Lamar was pounding himself, all 5 ½ inches into her mouth rapidly, just reaching the point where, were he just another inch longer, she'd have gagged. For Lamar's part he just wanted to get his rocks off before the Realty lady and Michelle's son came back downstairs. 'Unh, unh, unh...' and before she knew it she could feel his cock pumping, his hands were pulling her head toward him with full force, her face and nose in the skin of his belly and pubic hair which scratched her face like sandpaper. Michelle had no choice but to swallow. Her lips were pulled taut around his cock, her cheeks sunken as she sucked his semen into her throat and then her belly. His grip loosened and her head backed up slightly. Still sucking on him, now by instinct more than anything else she raised her hand and milked the last drops from his now softening dick. She could feel it becoming softer as she sucked, her lips now not met with hardness but a more marshmallow feel with the hardness just beneath it. Still she sucked. Pulling backward she noticed that he was also uncut. Michelle had been with only one other man with an uncut cock and it was something that she did not particularly care for. But now she was faced with this, the head of a Coke can sized cock covered slightly by the man's foreskin. Dark brown, she noticed the color, shape, pee hole, and foreskin which were only inches from her face, wet with her saliva and his cum, and she was now mesmerized pulling the foreskin back and forth over the head. She put her lips over the head of Lamar's cock and continued stroking it feeling the skin first pressing against her lips and then gone. She pushed her tongue onto his pee hole, digging in as far as it would go and then... she pressed her own head forward sucking his entire softened length in her wide open mouth and sucked, her cheeks inverting as she pulled the last drops of his orgasm into her mouth. 'Mmmmm...' "Mom! You coming up?" James called. Quickly she backed away from Lamar's cock, tucked his now soft cock into his khaki's and pulled the zipper up. "Yes... just a minute. We had a little accident in the kitchen." Standing now, her blouse still damp but not as wet as it was. "Thank you." 'Why am I saying 'Thank you' to him?' Lamar, for his part, just smiled at Michelle, adjusted himself through his pants, and said "Yo're sure welcome Miss Michelle." Part two: The Call "Miss Michelle?" the question one of a man who already knew but a typical greeting when one wasn't positive. "Yes, who is this?" Michelle knew this voice, she'd heard it before but couldn't place it. "We met recently. You looked at my house. I don't think you were too interested, at least in the house." Her mind racing, she was trying desperately to place this voice. "You sound familiar, but, I'm sorry, I can't place you." "Yo sure knew where to place me in the kitchen." 'The kitchen... the kitchen... oh, crap! That kitchen?' "Mr. Lamar?" she asked hoping against hope that it wasn't him. "Yes ma'am, that's me. I sho'r am glad you picked up my call. I thought you might not want to talk with me." 'I don't! I don't want to ever have anything to do with you...' the idea raced through her mind. That, of course, isn't what came out of her mouth. "Why no, I'm sorry you'd think that." "What can I do for you, Mr. Lamar?" hoping it was something simple. "Well, Miss Michelle, I thought you might like to know that I had something I think you might want. Seems my security system, which we installed when we were redoing the kitchen, was recording when you and me had our... encounter, and I thought maybe you'd like to have that." 'Shit, shit, shit... ' "Um, would you mind just erasing it for me?" she asked hopefully, and without thinking "How did you get my number?" "Well ma'am, one thing at a time. I wasn't for certain that I had your number until now. Miss Beth dropped a card off at the house like all the realtors do but she goofed just a bit as it had a phone number and an email address on the back. Since that first name was the same, I just figured it was you though you're never sure are you? On your request, well Miss Michelle I'd certainly be happy to do that for you and was just about to when I thought maybe you would like a copy for yourself. It's a good show." 'A copy! No... no copies, no, no, no!!' "No, thank you Lamar, I appreciate the offer but if you'd just erase it that would be fine with me." Knowing that this wasn't going to go in the direction she'd like. Michelle's body shivered. "No problem, Miss Michelle. I think I'll just give you the disk personal and let you do with it what you'd like... but, Miss Michelle, I do have a favor to ask if you don't mind." 'What, what can he want?' As often as Michelle had been taken advantage of it was always a surprise to her. She always thought that this time would be the last. This time she'd be able to just have a normal life going forward. This time it'll be different. But here she was again confronted with a man she'd almost inadvertently given a blow job to who wanted something from her. 'I wish Robert was here to help me out.' The thoughts raced through her head. "How can I help you Mr. Lamar?" hoping that if she stayed formal the answer would be in the same vein. Something on the up and up. "Well, Miss Michelle, I remember you saying you were a pretty good cook. Is that so?" "Yes." Michelle was relieved. Perhaps he just wanted a recipe, or for me to cook something for him. Her body relaxed. "I have cooked for 6 to even over 20 people. I like to think of myself as a gourmet, but the truth is I just love to cook and entertain." "Oh, I was just going to ask you to cook up some things for me and the guys this Thursday for our meeting, but, well heck, if you could be here to help out, that'd sure be nice." 'Crap...' Michelle didn't normally curse but these words kept coming today... and without really thinking it through (she thought only about her calendar) and in her head saw that Thursday evening was open and before she could think better of it blurted out "Sure, I'd be happy to help out." "That's nice... I shor do appreciate it. If you could be here, say, around 5:30 we could get set up and the guys will get here around 6:30/7. Does that work for you, Miss Michelle?" Michelle was stuck now "Ok, Mr. Lamar. I'll be there at 5:30. I look forward to it." 'What? Why did I say that!?' "Oh, what should I wear?" "You know, Miss Michelle, what you had on was just fine. I loves that orange color on you. You got a good body and I likes seeing it." Part 3: Thursday evening Michelle made it to Lamar's on time. Dressed in tight fitting, strategically torn jeans, a tee shirt stretched over her pink, Victoria Secret bra, and a pair of Sperry's soft sided boat shoes. She carried a bag holding her orange mini-skirt, the white blouse she'd soaked the last time she was at the house, her thong, and a pair of heels which were probably too tall for entertaining but she'd come down from Connecticut with only so many clothes and this was the outfit that she had so, 'Oh well.' 'Ok, ok, here I am...' Michelle thought to herself. 'Just get through this and everything will be ok.' Her thoughts flashed back to another black man who'd showed up in her life unexpectedly. Leroy, the garbage man back in Sarasota. 'Now there was a man.' She thought remembering first how he took her anally on the side of the street as the truck rumbled and she was giving ... who was it? Tony. Yes, that was it, she was sucking off Tony. Remembering this Michelle was inadvertently getting wet. Not just wet but soaking. Trying to forget what was going on between her legs, she rang the bell. When it opened she was looking down at her shoes and bag making sure that everything was there. Looking up she saw Lamar standing there in a bulging t-shirt and loose flannel cut off sweat pants. She couldn't help but notice under the huge belly that his shorts had a bulge in the front where he obviously was sporting a hard on. 'Just don't notice it.' She thought to herself. 'Act as if everything is normal.' It was not going to be normal. "So, Miss Michelle, how are you doing this fine day?" "Just fine, Mr. Lamar, thank you. And you?" "Me, well I got me a pain that's bothering me something terrible." He smiled to himself as he said this. Michelle couldn't see the smile and didn't really hear him as she was walking behind Lamar watching his ample buttocks rolling underneath the sweat pants and wondering how anyone could get so obese. "You've got a pain?" "Yes'm." "Where?" regretting the question as soon as she asked it. "Well, ma'am, I'm glad you asked that." He turned around his coke bottle bulge poking through the sweatpants and now with a small wetness at the tip. Taking her hand and dropping the bags to the floor he pressed it on his cock which, unlike last time, was now rock hard, thick as a can and ... dripping with precum. "I think maybe we need to do something about this Miss Michelle." 'How can he call me "Miss Michelle" while he's doing this?' Not knowing exactly what to do, Lamar did have a recording of her in a very compromising position, but... did he? 'Better not chance it now.' She thought and let him hold her hand there. His hand over hers he started squeezing and loosening, squeezing and loosening... next thing she knew he took her into his living room. "Why don't you just lay down there on the couch Miss Michelle. On your back if you don't mind." Michelle started to do as she was told and, as she reached the couch started to unbutton her blouse knowing now what she was in for. "No need to do that now Miss Michelle. Just you lay down with your head over the cushion there on the end." The couch was modern and the arm rests just a couple of inches over the height of the seat cushions. She did as she was told. Lamar dropped his shorts and moved toward her head, Michelle leaned her head back and opened her mouth wide knowing what he wanted and readying herself for the assault that was to come. To her surprise though, rather than shove his massive meat into her open maw, he straddled her face, his balls, the size of big lemons and held loosely by his hairy sac now covering her nose and then dropping into her mouth. The feeling of his balls in her mouth was a shock and Michelle wasn't sure what to do now so she stretched her arms around Lamar's girth and with difficulty found his cock and started to stroke it as she sucked on his balls. Soon though she realized that her nose was deep in the cleft of his ass, his puckered anus pressing on the tip of it and the smell... As nasty as it would be for most women, Michelle was one who went into a zone when she smelled the scent of a man's pubis. That area between his balls and ass was a particularly sensitive one for her and now... now she was going into a zone again. She let go of his cock with one hand and moved the other around to Lamar's ass. Pushing him upward he hardly noticed at first but then realized she was getting into the act and lifted slightly. She pushed him forward and then... moving her hand to his hip, pulled him down again. Lamar's ass was now positioned perfectly for Michelle's tongue to probe, press in, lick, and clean and this she did with abandon. Tugging his cock vigorously as she darted her tongue into Lamar's puckered anus she was in heaven. Lamar, getting into the act completely now reached, inside of Michelle's blouse and bra and started to tweak her nipples hard. Pulling, twisting, groping, he mauled her 'D' cup breasts as she defiled herself into his ass. Michelle could feel Lamar's balls on her chin, flopping backward and forward as she now was licking back and forth, up and down his crack one hand yanking his cock the other pulling his great body toward her face. Lamar then reached forward and shoved his right hand into Michelle's jeans. Easily reaching that triangle of red flame hair and the center of 'her', he shoved two then three fingers into her vagina and started to pump her with his hand. Michelle - House hunting Ch. 02 Dear readers: I hope you enjoy this most recent piece in the 'Michelle' series. Enjoy it, vote for it if you want, and if you truly like it, make it a 'favorite' - that's the measure that I go on in writing. Comments are (almost) always appreciated. The story is a complete fabrication, the characters made up, any resemblance to people, living or dead is coincidental. Flabuf ***** Part 4: Getting ready It took Michelle a while go get herself settled after Lamar's pounding. Her ass was sore from both the spanking and the size of his cock with which he'd fucked her with abandon. She couldn't tell which pained her more but... It turned out that tonight was Lamar's turn to entertain his buddies. The group, 6 of them, would gather on Thursday evenings and watch the NFL game of the week, or play poker, or drink beer/scotch/rum whatever the group decided on the night before. Tonight was Lamar's turn and he'd decided to utilize his son's gaming system, his WII, which was hooked up to the 62" big screen and surround sound system. Michelle's job was to create snacks and to serve the group as they played. Not a difficult task for her at all - she'd done something similar many times for Robert and his buddies. While she busied herself with mixing, preparing, chopping, and cooking Lamar made sure the gaming system was working right. With 4 controllers it was going to be a bit of a round robin playing but they could work that out and he didn't think it'd be much of a problem. When she was finished she'd made some great food. Finger sandwiches with roast beef and horseradish, tuna fish salad, and ones she thought no one would eat out of fresh cucumber soaked in lemon juice and with a dash of dill. She had shrimp cocktail, veggie chips and salsa, chunks of blue/brie cheese, carrots, celery and even wafers to put lox and cream cheese on with capers and onion if they so desired. She was proud of the spread, looked at it for a moment and declared it ready. "Mr. Lamar?" She didn't know why she called him that but it was now her habit to speak to him with some deference. "Yes, Miss Michelle." "I think I have all the food ready, where can I go and change clothes?" "Well, Miss Michelle... normally I'd say you could use the guest bedroom, but I'm thinking I'd like to watch you change just now." "What??? You want to watch me change?" "Yes'm... I shorly do." Not knowing what else to do, Michelle just stood there for a moment. 'Well, I guess I'll just have to get this over with.' She picked up the bag and set it on the counter. Taking the orange mini skirt out and smoothing it, she then took out the blouse, her little boy panties, the demi bra, and then set her heels on the floor. Looking at Lamar hoping he'd let her off the hook she saw that he was just staring. Resigned she pulled the t-shirt over her head exposing the pink Victoria's Secret bra. Next she unbuckled her belt, unsnapped the pants and pulled the zipper down. With this done she started to wiggle out of the jeans and leaned over to drop them off of her feet. Just as she did this she noticed a flash. 'What the heck!' "What're you doing?" she said to Lamar accusingly. "Well, Miss Michelle, none of my buddies is going to believe you undressed yourself right here in my kitchen like I told them you would and now I has proof." "Give me that!" "No ma'am. I don't think I will. I think you're going to do just as I tell you and tonight, when everything is over with, then we'll come to an agreement." Resigned, Michelle turned around and pulled the pants off completely. "Now that's not very friendly now is it Miss Michelle? Turn yourself back around if you don't mind." 'If I don't mind? I DO mind! I mind it very much asshole!' She thought. She knew she couldn't say that though, he had too much on her and now it seemed he had even more and she was trapped. She turned around. "Very nice. Very nice. Now then, let's take that bra off. I got me a good feel of your titties but didn't get to see them. I'm thinking they are pretty darn nice now aren't they?" Michelle was quite proud of her breasts. She'd gone from a 'B' to a 'C'+ cup recently and felt that the extra was just enough, and her surgeon was very skilled giving her breasts that any woman would be proud of. Just enough lift to seem perky but also enough of a 'hang' to look natural. She loved 'the girls' and played with them more often than any man had the chance. Michelle reached behind her and unclasped the bra and took the shoulder straps off before dropping it in front completely exposing her breasts to Lamar. "Are you happy now?" "I'm getting there. Those sure are some nice titties. I'm thinking I'd like a handful." Michelle was not surprised. Once he told her to take the bra off she'd actually expected it and the anticipation had her nipples as hard as pebbles. What she didn't expect was for Lamar to move behind her, grope her breasts and then hand her her cell phone. "Here Miss Michelle, I see you got an I-Phone as well, why don't you take a 'selfie' of us here?" 'What!?! A Selfie!?' he couldn't really be asking this could he? But there he was behind her naked other than her thong, his hands mashing her breasts and the deep black of them contrasting with the whiteness of her own skin and her cell phone in her hand. "There you go... make sure you get yo're face in it. I love your face." It took Michelle several attempts to get it right and with each wrong one Lamar twisted her nipples and breasts a little more and started to rock his abdomen against her as if he were going to fuck her right now. Finally she got the photo he wanted and he thanked her. "Now, Miss Michelle, I'm thinking you should send that over to me in a text. Here you go, hand me that phone." At which point he grabbed her phone and checked out the photo again. "NO! No I don't!" "No, please..." But before she could grab the phone back he'd keyed in his number and texted... "Thanks for playing with me Lamar... I love playing with you." Done. And done. Michelle could feel herself sinking deeper and deeper into the pit with almost no hope of redeeming herself. "I thinks one more and we'll be done with our little photo shoot. What'cha think Miss Michelle? One more?" She was resigned... had no idea how she was going to get out of the situation she was now in. "Sure." "OK, now I'm thinking we're doing pretty darn good with the selfies so I think we'll do one last one... "And with this he moved behind her again reached his left hand around and grabbed her right breast, with his right hand he reached into Michelle's thong and dug his index finger into her without any lubrication or finesse whatsoever. "Yeah, that's nice... get you a photo of that and we'll be done." Michelle, frustrated and not knowing what to do with this man's finger in her pussy rubbing her clitoris which in spite of her situation was getting aroused, tried reaching out with her arm stretched as far as it would go and snapped a photo. The first one was off kilter and got only her breast with Lamar squeezing it viciously. The second, aimed lower, resulted in being able to see his hand groping 'her' but not the other hand mashing her breast. She tried again but no matter how she adjusted she was unable to get the photo Lamar wanted and, each time she failed his grip got tighter, he twisted her nipple harder or dug his finger into her deeper. Finally she said "This isn't going to work. I'm going to have to set the timer." And with this, the die was set. Michelle had recently taken a class at Verizon to learn how to use her phone and, while she had never expected to have to use the timer feature, here she was, setting the phone up on the counter, balancing it and checking out the angle she'd need to get the photo Lamar wanted. She set the timer for 5 seconds. Now though, with the timer ready Lamar told her to stand differently. Instead of with her back to him he wanted one of her arms around him as if they were lovers and the other cradling his dick, her head faced forward but on his ample chest. For his part he dropped one hand into her panties and the other around her back and just holding the side of her left breast. He was looking down at her as a man would if his lady was comforted in his chest. The two of them looked like they'd been lovers for some time in the photo, like Michelle holding Lamar's cock and he with his hand in her panties was the most natural thing in the world. Lamar took the phone again and texted "So nice to be with you Lamar...xoxoxo" and forwarded himself the photo as he'd done the last one. Michelle was beyond ashamed. She dressed quietly and without any more incidents, was allowed to go into the guest bathroom and put on her makeup and do her hair. In fact, when she came out no one would have guessed what had gone on up to this point. They'd see Michelle as the gorgeous, vivacious, gregarious woman that she truly was. Part 5: The party It wasn't long before the gang showed up. Tom and Jerry (I know, I know... let the jokes begin) were first. Tom was a coworker with Lamar and Jerry was his lover. Both were thin, white, funny, and very bright. Michelle was surprised when they came in thinking 'This is going to be great!' Michelle had always gotten along with gay men and her only thoughts just now were about the presentation of her hors d'oeuvres. Behind them was Zack. Zack was Lamar's wrestling buddy from high school. The two of them had gone different directions. While Lamar had quit working out Zack was a body builder. Still, only 5'7" tall he was a good 190# and sculpted, black as anthracite and just as hard. He had a quick, bright smile and Michelle could tell he was checking her out as much as she was him. Michelle never really liked the body builder look. She liked men who worked out for sure, but those who took it too far were, she thought, just narcissists. After Zack was Little John. Little John was on the high school basketball team and a friend of Lamar's way back when. At 6'10" he towered over everyone in the room. Little John was also black though a much lighter shade than Zack and Lamar. He was almost white compared to them but compared to Tom and Jerry... not so much. Little John was wearing a college t-shirt and, what a surprise, basketball shorts which drooped down below his knees. At least, Michelle thought, they were pulled up properly. And finally in came in Bobby. Bobby was the only 'normal' one of the bunch. Another friend of Lamar's from work Bobby was beginning to make a living part time making and selling pornographic videos. This Lamar chose not to inform Miss Michelle about. There was one more person to come later, but she wouldn't be there for some time now and Lamar had a smile on his face knowing what was to come. At first everything went pretty smooth. Lamar had the Wii set up and six of them were able to 'bowl' using only two of the four controllers. Michelle busied herself serving beer and the small bites but not much was really needed so she started to watch as well. Pretty soon Michelle was up with the guys, bowling, playing Wii golf, and even Wii badminton. It was after a rousing game of badminton that the unusual occurred. The next game was a version of 'Hangman' only this one was X rated. Michelle had never seen an X rated Wii game so she had no idea what was going on when the guys asked her if she wanted in on the next game. "Sure, I love this stuff." "Well, we're thinking we need to spice it up a bit. How about a bet on the game?" "OK, what's the bet?" "We're thinking something along the line of Truth or Dare" "OK" Michelle was a little lost having never really played Truth or Dare but knowing basically you had to choose one or the other and then take the consequences of answering a typically personal question or doing something that one would not normally do on their own. "I'm getting just a tad hungry now myself." Lamar stated "Would you mind getting me some of those chips and salsa Miss Michelle?" Michelle quickly left the room and Lamar whispered to his buddies "Just follow my lead guys... this is going to get interesting." When Michelle came back the game began. Lamar played Zack and lost. He chose 'Truth'. Zack asked how he'd met Michelle and had they 'done it' yet? Lamar said that was two questions and he'd answer the first. He told how he'd met Michelle at his open house and that he and she had had a good time looking at his kitchen before she wound up seeing the rest of the house. Michelle was relieved. Here had been Lamar's opportunity to 'out' her and he was actually a gentleman about it. It was her turn next. She played Lamar as it was a house rule that whoever lost had to play the next game. Michelle won the game ... or so it seemed at first, but then Jerry told her that she'd 'renigged'. That is, she lost on a technicality. 'Ok, so that's how it's going to be.' She thought. Michelle choose Truth as well. The question came to her from Lamar. "Miss Michelle, do you have something against black people?" She felt trapped. "Well, not against all black people Lamar." "But most?" "They scare me. I don't understand your culture, how your kids can wear pants down past their butts, I don't like their loud rap music. I'm usually uncomfortable around your type." She hated that she'd said 'your type' the moment she said it. "Well, maybe you got good reason to be scared... but maybe you just need to get to know us better. I'm thinking by the end of the night you'll know which it is." "Woo hoo!" Shouted the other guys and Michelle felt a shiver going down her spine. Her next game was against Tom who won easily. He really was bright. Michelle choose to do the Dare this time. Tom smiled. "You know. I think Lamar is right. You probably need to get to know a black man better. I dare you to go into the coat closet with ... hmmm... Zack for 4 minutes and make out with him like he was your white lover." "What? You're kidding? The closet?" "Yep, it'll be dark and you can't see the color of his skin in the dark. You're the one who choose dare." And with that Michelle stood up, strode over to Zack taking his hand and leading him almost forcefully to the closet the 'I can do anything' in her taking over just now. Odd that the closet was empty she thought, but then perhaps it was empty because they were selling the house. The door closed and Michelle put her arms around Zack's neck and said "Well, here we are... lover." almost smiling to herself. Zack did nothing other than put his hands on Michelle's waist at this point. Thinking this absurd Michelle leaned down slightly and put her lips on the full lips of this black man kissing him neither passionately nor coldly but just a kiss. As she kissed him something happened. It was as if she could feel her eyes close and really get into the kiss and she pressed her lips against his more forcefully and, as she did, she lifted her right leg slightly between Zack's legs, her thigh now pressing against his crotch. This Zack couldn't ignore. He started kissing Michelle back with the same vigor she was showing, his arms pulled her close to him and pressed her ample bosom against his chest. Michelle ran her hands through his coarse hair pulling his mouth closer to her own and pressed her leg strongly against Zack's crotch now feeling for 'him'. Zack reached down with one hand and started to pull Michelle's mini-skirt up to find that her buttocks were nearly naked with the 'little boy' panties on. Groping her ass, kissing her, he now forced her against the back of the closet. The hand that was behind her then reached around front and he started to grope her breast as well as her ass their kiss continuing, Michelle's arms now around Zack's shoulders. Next thing she knew she was pushing his head down, down to her chest where Zack bit her breast through her blouse and bra and just then... The door opened! "Time's up!" 5 faces were staring at the scene before them. Michelle's face startled her hands on the top of Zack's head which was pressed against her right breast his right hand groping the other while they saw her leg firmly planted between his legs, her skirt riding high and his hand obviously groping the flesh of her ass. "My, my... I'm thinking some of the fear has subsided." A gloating Lamar quipped as Michelle tried to recover from the incident. Zack retreated, a huge smile on his face and then Michelle emerged a sheepish smile on hers. "Let's play one more game then call it a night alright guys?" Lamar asked and they all agreed. Since Michelle had lost the last game she was in this next one as well. "Since this is the last game, let's change the stakes just a little bit." Lamar was clearly in charge. "Whoever wins gets to choose whether the other person does a Truth or a Dare but then whatever is left over the winner has to do. 'Alright, thought Michelle.' At least I'll get some say in the result. It didn't really matter who won since the game was pretty much rigged now. Michelle thought she'd won though and choose to have Little John answer the question she'd been wondering about since he came in. "Why do they call you Little John?" Michelle for sure thought that the reason was sort of reverse psychology. That is, that he was really big and they called him little for fun. Little John smiled... "I knew you were going to ask me that. All the women ask the same question. Here, let me show you why, and with that, he dropped his basketball shorts revealing... The littlest dick Michelle had seen since she was a child and saw her younger brother's little tallywhacker when he was just 9. "Oh my god! I had no idea. I'm... I'm sorry. You could have just told me." Little John just smiled. "I dare you to make it bigger without using your hands." Trapped again. Michelle looked around her and at the 5 faces that were just about to die laughing at what she now had to do. As she reacted closing her eyes and shaking her head knowing what they were looking for her to do she noticed Bobby for the first time. Bobby was wearing glasses that seemed ... odd. She'd seen glasses like that somewhere she remembered... Robert had shown them to her in a release he was looking at - an initial public offering of some company. But she couldn't place them at first. Michelle decided not to do what they thought she would, go down on Little John. Instead she took him to the couch, pulled his basketball shorts completely off and then stripped off her blouse and bra. Leaning him back on the couch she started to titty fuck this tiny cock rubbing her gorgeous breasts up and down his groin, his chest, and even straddled him, her orange skirt riding up and stuck her breasts out almost smothering Little John's face. Michelle worked as hard at being sensuous and sexy as she ever had but, to her surprise, nothing. "Are you gay John?" she wanted to ask, but was not brave enough to do so just yet. She slid down his body dragging her red hair across his chest, belly and now was moving her head back and forth tickling that sensitive area with her most prized attribute. Michelle loved, loved, loved being a red head. So much so that after she'd shaved her 'lady parts' one time she cried and never did that again preferring to trim that area and bask in her uniqueness. Robert had often photographed just that area of Michelle and, she had to admit, they were her favorite photographs. Now she was doing her best to arouse this lanky, black man and using every trick she knew to do so without actually inserting him anywhere. And it wasn't working. Michelle - House hunting Ch. 02 Still not about to perform a blowjob in front of these guys, she wasn't going to give them another opportunity to... to do what? Blackmail her? Lamar was doing just that wasn't he? And, there were 6 of them to her one voice and if they all had the same story, well... she was just as stuck as she ever was. Using her hair wasn't doing the trick and Michelle, without thinking, started to rub her beautiful face against his man parts. This is where it started getting really odd for her, for while Little John had a small, flaccid dick (at least he was circumcised she thought), he had balls which hung down a good 4 or 5 inches from that appendage. They were slightly larger than a normal sized man, which she thought was reasonable, but he, like Lamar, didn't manscape and his sac was covered with coarse, black, curly hair which both scratched and, much like a beard had the effect of intriguing her. Michelle didn't actually like beards. She didn't like her face to be scratched when she kissed her lover, but then there were times when a man had a particularly soft beard where she loved the feel - it was almost like fur, and when someone with a furry beard went down on her the sensation was unbelievable. That was not Little John. But there was something different about him... 'What is it?' she thought to herself. The smell! That was it. He smelled different! His was not the musky aroma which she so loved rather it was... almost spicy. He had used something here. Something to 'sprucen up'. Something men usually only use when they know they are going to have a woman close to those parts. Michelle breathed in deeply and rubbed her nose in his sac her mouth opened and her tongue now felt for his balls. Her eyes were closed and her mouth opened more as she now sucked his balls in using her tongue for extra help. With his balls in her mouth she moved her face sideways back and forth against Little John's flaccid dick. Nothing. She couldn't believe it. She knew something had to be going on but couldn't place it, her mind so intent on making Little John's dick engorge itself. Finally, she stood up, hiked her skirt up at first then, realizing that that was absurd, unzipped, unbuttoned and pulled it over her shapely hips revealing the little boy panties which covered almost none of her proud ass. She backed up to him and started to grind away knowing that this for sure would do the trick. Never in her life had she had a problem getting a man hard and it wasn't going to happen now. At first she had her hands on Little John's knees propping her up enough to get a good purchase with which to rub her bottom on his belly and groin. When nothing happened there, she leaned over which gave him a perfect view of her rear end as she ground herself against him. Still nothing and Michelle moved to lay on Little John, her back to his chest she grabbed his hands and pushing them onto her ample bosom, helped him grope and then maul her breasts. Nothing. She took his right hand in hers and shoved it underneath her panties pushing his finger inside of 'her' along with her own and started pumping both his and her fingers in and out as their other hands were groping her breast, squeezing it, pulling her nipple skyward and then pinching it as hard as they could without ripping it off. Michelle was essentially masturbating herself with Little John's hands and... she started to groan.. "Unh... unh... unh... I'm ...I'm... cuming!!" and with a guttural howl her body stiffened, her eyes rolled up in her head, the hand holding his in her pussy pushed both her finger and his to the max inside of her, and she squeezed his hand on her breast as hard as she could. Her body shuddered, and then again, and once again only more subdued this time. "Ahhhh... ahhhh..." her breathing which had quickened significantly was now coming in gasps and slowing becoming more regular. Her body relaxed as did both of her hands. Laying there on top of Little John, spent and exhausted, his hand firmly on her pussy one finger still inside her she loosened her grasp a bit more and moved her hand away. Little John left his where it was and actually started to finger her clitoris which was in a very heightened state of arousal. Michelle also moved her other hand away from Little John's hand on her breast and, while the pressure there relaxed, Little John didn't remove his hand from her there either. It was obvious to her that he was enjoying the moment she just couldn't figure out why she wasn't able to get him aroused. The truth was that the guys, other than Tom and Jerry who had no desire to fuck a woman or get head from one but had other ideas in mind, the other guys had drawn straws to see who'd get the attention they knew would result from the evening's games. The short straw, the one Little John had picked was both the winner, and the loser. The deal was that, while he'd be the one who would have Michelle doing her best to get him off, he'd also have to take salt peter so no matter what she did she wasn't going to get him hard. This was why, as hard as Michelle tried, she wasn't going to get what she needed to in order to fulfill her dare. And now, now she'd had an exceptionally hard orgasm, was laying on top of Little John, the others all watching what had gone on and had actually cheered her on in her efforts, and she was spent. "Do you think she can get any of us hard?" Zack asked Lamar. Lamar just looked at him and said "Why don't you see?" Zack took no time to open up his zipper and pull out his reasonably sized, very black cock and moved to the side of Little John where Michelle's head was laying, her mouth slightly open where she was still breathing in gasps. He slapped her face with his semi-erect member, rubbed it over her eyes, nose and lips before reaching down and opening her mouth a touch more allowing him to slip in past those perfect lips. Michelle, for her part was now running on instinct. When she had an orgasm it was as if her duty was to get her man off and whatever he did was usually alright with her. Right now, confused with all that was going on and spent from her orgasm, she just sucked Zack's cock in reaching up with her hand to hold him and position him 'properly' in order to do a good job. Her head began rocking back and forth on his member and... 'Oh my... he's getting hard. Finally!' she thought. But then she realized she was still on Little John's lap and his hand was still in her and his other and was massaging her breast and... 'Who was this?' she opened her eyes to see Zack standing there looking down at her face, her mouth now filled with his cock. This is what he'd wanted when they were in the closet. 'Damn those guys cutting that short.' For her part Michelle was just numb. Sucking on Zack, her pussy now getting wetter with Little John's finger, now two fingers, rotating against her clitoris and her nipples being pulled and tweaked. 'Wait! Both my nipples are hurting!' She moved her eyes quickly from Zack's to look down at her breasts. While Little John was still having his will with her left breast, it was Lamar who was now pulling, tweaking, twisting her right nipple. It was at that point that she felt someone taking her knees and pulling them toward her head - outward and upward, shoving them up exposing 'her' and then she saw it was Bobby. Bobby who'd up to this point been a non-entity in the games had dropped his trousers and was now aiming his... 'Oh my GOD! That's huge!' her mind screamed but her mouth was full of Zack's dick and her hands were helpless one arm around Zack's back and the other now grabbed by Little John who'd grabbed hers again and was now pressing her fingers along with his into her pussy. Bobby spit and wiped his cock with the spittle. He spit again and spread that spit on Michelle's puckered ass pushing it around and then shoving some in with his index finger. She jerked her head away from Zack's now completely hard cock, "No... you're too big! Please!" but then Lamar just laughed and said, "You took me there yesterday Miss Michelle, I think you can handle Bobby's dick." It was true, Lamar had ass fucked her yesterday, and it was also true that he had the widest cock she'd ever encountered, but Bobby's was HUGE! Not as fat as Lamar's, close but not as fat, but it was also long. Really long. This man is a DONKEY! Her mind raced but by now Bobby had positioned himself and was pressing his weight onto the tip of his cock and it was beginning to hurt. "Please... please pull my cheeks out. Don't hurt me." "Did I hear you right, Miss Michelle? You want us to pull your ass cheeks out so Bobby here can fuck your ass without hurting you?" "Yes, yes... please!" "Ok, you be telling us now that you want Bobby here to fuck your ass. You know that." "Yes... yes... Do IT. Just don't hurt me!" With that Lamar and Little John reached down and pulled Michelle's ass cheeks out, Bobby pressed forward and watched as first the head of his dick entered her ass and he pulled it out again. He did this again watching her ass pucker up with each exit and swallowing his tip when it entered almost with a 'Pop'. The fifth time he did this he pressed forward deeper and deeper, and deeper not even trying to allow her time to adjust but pushing his entire length into her ass as far as it would go. Bobby was mesmerized watching her ass sucking up every inch of his cock. Typically a woman could take half of it, occasionally two thirds, but here was this complete stranger, this ravishing redhead who he'd met only perhaps an hour and a half earlier, taking all of it and actually asking to be fucked by him. Well, not really but what the heck, she said the words. For Michelle's part, as the pain subsided and the excitement of having her ass filled with Bobby's cock while Lamar and Little John had resumed pulling, twisting and tweaking her nipples, her hand/fingers pressed on her own clitoris with Little John's on top of hers she naturally turned to Zack's cock and swallowed it hungrily. 'Oh my god... oh my god... oh my god...' Zack was the first to cum and cum he did. Much like Lamar the day before his spurts were explosive. However, unlike Lamar, Zack pulled his cock out just as the first spasm hit and aimed his juices for Michelle's face. One, two, three, four, five spurts and then a sixth and seventh before the tip of his cock was just oozing cum. Michelle grabbed hold of him and milked him with her hand rubbing his cock in the sperm which covered her face before sucking his cock back into her mouth again cleaning it with her mouth, lips and tongue. She sucked him greedily wanting every last drop of his cum to be in or on her and she let go only when she could feel his dick completely limp and soft in her mouth. She looked up at him with that same look of deference and hope. Hope that she'd pleased him. Zack took his cock in his own hand, wiped it across her lips, nose, cheek and eyes once more and said "Nice." Michelle, her knees still near her head was then lifted by Lamar and Zack and Little John rolled out from underneath her. Bobby was still deeply embedded in her ass and as soon as Michelle was laid back down on the couch he resumed his anal fun. Bobby was truly enjoying watching his cock as it disappeared inside of Michelle and then as its length was revealed again as he pulled out. Michelle lifted her head wanting to see the action going on below but before she could lean forward far enough Lamar pushed her leg down and stretched his massive girth across her torso. Faced with his uncut cock yet again Michelle was in a bit of a quandary. She really didn't want to suck him off but she didn't know how she could get out of it. Lamar shinnied his way up Michelle across her breasts and straddled her face. "Watch this!" he said and moved even more forward his ass now covering Michelle's face. He ground himself down wiggling from one side to the other digging Michelle's nose into his butt crack. Her mouth opened and she gasped. "You gonna suffocate her man!" Zack said shocked. "Naw man, watch this." And he lifted up enough for Michelle to breath again. He backed up just a bit and said to her "Now Miss Michelle, you gonna lick my ass like you did before." With that he reached down and held her face, his hairy balls covering her nose and eyes, his meaty dick flopping on her forehead. "Lick it honey. Let's see you get nasty." What could she do other than stick her tongue out and dart it into the massive man's puckered anus. Lamar's friends watched not believing what he had this gorgeous redhead doing now. It was enough for Bobby who erupted in Michelle's ass pumping his hot sperm deep inside her bowels. Michelle didn't notice at first since she was so involved with Lamar but she was so used to feeling a man when he came in her she couldn't help but notice it when Bobby was pulsing in her ass. Her own muscles clinched, released, clinched and released as he ejaculated over and over in her. Now, as he retracted, she could feel her insides emptying of his length and it truly was an empty feeling. It was surprising to her when Bobby had completely removed his dick and she felt like something was wrong. Something should be inside of her. This was wrong. "Here man." Lamar motioned to Bobby to come forward. As Bobby did, Lamar grabbed the oil from the stand and lowered himself down to Michelle's waist. He poured the oil on her tits, grabbed her hands and mashed her tits together around his coke can dick rocking back and forth. "She needs to clean you off man." Indicating to Bobby that he should use Michelle's mouth for the deed. Bobby, for his part was taken aback. Not only was this the first time that a woman had taken his entire cock in her ass now something else he'd never experience was going to happen. 'Hell' he thought 'I haven't even had a woman suck my dick after we had sex, much less after sticking it in her ass!' So, it was with this thought that he eagerly straddled Michelle's face and aimed his dick toward her mouth. Michelle leaned her head backward and opened up. It didn't take long before Lamar poured some of the oil on Bobby's long dick and with that he pressed it forward in Michelle's open mouth to where he felt resistance. Pressing against this Michelle gagged a moment and then, miraculously he pressed past that oral obstruction and his entire dick pushed forward. Michelle's throat was distended and both Lamar and Bobby could see the outline of Bobby's dick as it slid down inside her. He pulled back and felt the resistance again closing as he retreated. Pushing forward again he again stopped at the resistance and then pressed forward through it. The next time it was as if there were no resistance at all. But now he could feel himself still hard and was surprised since he normally went soft after his first orgasm. Fucking Michelle's face he quickly got into it and started hammering away at her his balls slapping her eyes and nose as he pumped back and forth. Michelle's eyes were wide open as he was doing this and she watched closing them when they were going to be slapped and opening them again right away afterward. The whole experience surreal. Michelle lay there, her knees open, her feet on the floor, Lamar's hands over hers mashing her tits together as he pumped himself between them while Bobby throat fucked her. Bobby shoved forward one more time putting all his weight on Michelle's face, his cock as deep in her throat as he had been in her ass and once again he came in her. Michelle could feel the pulsing both of his dick in her mouth her tongue on its underside, and of his balls on her face, her nose as they emptied themselves through the channels and eventually deep into her throat. With this she had another, smaller orgasm, her legs tightening up, her head actually rising up to help Bobby go even deeper into her throat if that was possible, her hands squeezing her breasts harder around Lamar's cock. "Aaaaaaaaaaa...!!" she wailed again. The sound guttural. She then felt Lamar's cock as it released its contents between her breasts soaking the oil slick orbs with his cum. Michelle loved it when men came on her, it was like honey to her, life itself. And when he was finished and had lifted himself off of her, she rubbed his cum around her breasts herself squeezing them, massaging them, pinching her own nipples. By now Bobby had lifted himself off of Michelle's face and Michelle found herself with no one on her, in her, abusing her... So what was she to do other than as she'd been trained. She lifted herself off the couch and kneeled in front of Bobby and Lamar and took first Lamar into her mouth cleaning him off as she held Bobby lightly but firmly with her other hand. When she was satisfied that Lamar had none of his cum left on his cock or his belly, or his nuts, she looked up at him and smiled before moving directly in front of Bobby and performing the same feat. "Yum..." when she was finished... "That was extreme!" What else could she say? What else could she do? And then she realized, what it was. Where was Little John? Little John, while all this was happening, had gone into the kitchen and had taken the antidote for the salt peter - a 100 mg dose of Viagra and was now ready to have his fun... or so he thought. Michelle called to him and he sauntered into the living room which looked like a tornado had hit. Clothes everywhere and the smell of sex almost oppressive. When he came out of the kitchen, much to his surprise Michelle grabbed his hand and led him to the guest bathroom. 'What the heck?' he thought. When they got there Michelle stood next to him, took hold of his dick and asked "Don't you need to go?" Little John had never had a woman hold him when he took a piss and the idea intrigued him. "Yes, yes I do." "Well, I love to hold a man when he takes a piss, so, go ahead." It took a moment but, as he was standing there his dick started to respond to the Viagra and Michelle's hand and grew perceptibly. Michelle looked down in amazement as it grew larger and larger... By now, even though it was only semi-erect, Michelle could hold it easily her thumb and fingers wrapping around it as she aimed it toward the toilet. She kneeled down her face now inches away from his pee hole. "I want to watch." Finally his insides let loose and a few spurts of golden pee came out. Michelle still holding him and then the torrent which sprayed forward some of the droplets hitting Michelle on her cheeks and chin. Little John thought she'd back off for sure but that's not what happened. Instead she clamped his dick momentarily stopping the flow and quickly positioned herself immediately in front of his dick he mouth wide open and let loose again. His pee quickly filled her mouth to overflowing and he watched as she gulped and pinched his dick stopping the flow again. She gulped once more and then took the head of his cock which was now completely engorged into her mouth before letting go again. He peed, she swallowed until she could hold no more and she clamped him one more time, and he peed again when she let loose, the last of his stream coming quickly and Michelle's cheeks now inverted as she sucked the last of his golden shower out of his cock. Kneeling there, Little John's cock in her mouth Michelle started to pump it with her hand while rocking her face back and forth... "Mmm... mmm... mmm... mmm" her voice rhythmic with her motions. She reached around Little John and pushed her hand between the cheeks of his ass beginning to finger his asshole as she pumped him with her other hand and throated him with those luscious lips. Sensing his orgasm Michelle backed away and, still pumping him with one hand and fingering his ass with her other aimed his pee hole at her face, her lips and when finally he started to cum she closed opened her mouth wide and took every last drop on her tongue allowing it to pool there and sticking her tongue out coated with his cum showing Little John that she had it all before closing her mouth and swallowing and opening it up again showing him that it was all gone. Michelle - House hunting Ch. 02 Michelle, as she always did, took him in her mouth again and did a final cleaning suck before retreating, slapping her face with his cock and, finally wrapping her hair around it giving it a final cleanse. 'Why did I do that?' she asked herself 'I never do that.' But the deed was done now, she was finished. When she looked up and out the door of the bathroom there were all the guys, dressed, watching the action. She just smiled at them and said "Well, I got him hard!" Little John and Michelle looked at one another, then at the shower, and Little John turned it on 'hot'. Holding his hand out to her, she stepped in and he followed her. The warmth of the water almost scalding but not quite, was a relief. Michelle ducked her head under the spray and just allowed it to soak her completely. She smiled when she felt Little John's hands washing her with the liquid soap she'd seen as she stepped into the basin. He was gentle washing her shoulders first, her back and butt before washing/massaging her breasts. She watched as he filled his hand with more soap before reaching between her legs which she parted just enough for him to reach. She watched as his hand spread the soap on her flame red patch of hair just above her pussy. One hand washing 'her' his other reached around and washed the cleavage of her buttocks his finger reaching and barely pressing into her anus before moving back up her crack again. The hand washed 'her' was almost tantric. He gently but firmly probed between her lips and then entering her up to the second knuckle before retreating. He leaned down and washed her legs. Her dancer's legs were another feature that Michelle just loved. He washed her feet and then stood up. Trading places, Michelle repeated the process he had performed on her and the whole thing was surreal. The only other man she'd ever had wash her, or she'd washed, was Robert, the man who had shifted her thinking by safely exposing her first to the idea of exploring her fantasies and then actually fulfilling on several. And now, she had been washed by a complete stranger and it was her turn. She washed his shoulders, back, arms, hands and fingers. Soaped up again and washed his chest on down to his pubic region. Kneeling and soaping her hand again she leaned forward and soaped his cock up with both hands before taking it in her mouth and sucking the soap off with her mouth and lips. Little John was almost dumbstruck with this since getting his mouth washed out with soap was a punishment his mother had used when he cussed and now this red headed woman had just soaped him up and was now sucking him off. As she did this her hands reached around his buttocks and massaged the soap into his cheeks and down the cleavage. Little John was getting hard again and Michelle loved it when a man got hard in her mouth. She stayed sucking him her hands massaging his backside and Little John reached down and held her head, not guiding her or forcing her but feeling the motion of her head as she rocked it back and forth on his cock. It didn't take long before Little john had his last orgasm of the day and Michelle swallowed it all not allowing his cock to leave her mouth until it was completely soft again... small as a child's. She let go, leaned forward again kissing his 'Little John' and stood up before the two of them hugged, rinsed off and left the shower. The guys had brought her clothes into the bathroom and she dressed after Little John left. She made herself up as well as she could under the circumstances and left the bathroom for the living room where they all waited. "Well, Miss Michelle, I guess it's time we negotiated about that tape." "Yes, yes, that would be nice." She almost whispered. "What would you like me to do with it?" he asked. "I don't know. I thought I wanted it destroyed and most of me still does... but, you guys were ... such a surprise. I don't know." "What would you do with it if you kept it?" "Well, that's a good question..." he replied. Let's ask my last guest what she thinks. Michelle was lost. "She?" Just then Beth, the realtor entered the room, gave Lamar a big kiss and asked "How'd she do?" "Aw, Beth, she was better than we could have imagined." Michelle was stunned. What was happening? "Michelle, honey, you look lost. Didn't I tell you that Lamar was my boss? That the moment I told him that you were the most prejudiced snob I'd ever come across showing rental property to, that at that moment we planned this whole thing?" "Oh, I guess I didn't." "My bad." Beth snickered. "Oh and, by the way, there is no tape. I've never seen a security system with cameras in the kitchen but, then again, I guess you could set one up if you wanted to." Michelle was stunned. She gathered her things and for once had no idea what to say. The guys, even the gay couple that she never figured out, all laughed as she left thinking to herself, 'Thank god this is over.' And it was... Until the texts came through a week later. Selfies... Michelle - House hunting Laying there Michelle involuntarily raised her hips providing Lamar with even better access, pumping his dick vigorously, shoving her tongue as far into his ass as she could, his balls scratching her chin with their coarse hair. He was now bucking on her face and yelling. "Come on girl, come on girl... his eyes were closed his breathing faster and faster... "Unh, unh... "Michelle knew he was ready to cum and letting go of his cock she quickly shoved Lamar forward and twisted under him to face his pulsing member. Quickly swallowing the whole of his cock as far as she could in her mouth she sucked, and sucked, and sucked as his spasms seemed never to end. After 3 or 4 strong spurts she pulled back to the tip to taste those last spurts on her whole tongue, her lips now surrounding the head of his cock and her tongue a cup waiting for those last shots of man juice... As always Michelle took her man's (her man? Was Lamar in this category? It made no difference, whoever she had just done was 'her man' for the moment.) cock into her hand and milked the last drops out sucking them delicately almost lovingly, but definitely hungrily. She looked up at Lamar, her red hair tousled, her eyes questioning... 'Am I done?' She saw his smile, his eyes closed, his hands holding her head on his cock now loosened. "That's good... that's good. You sure are good at that." Lamar shoved his meat into her mouth one more time, wiped his cock on her eyes, nose, mouth and then into her deep red hair. "Yes ma'am, you sure are good at that." "Thank you." Michelle replied immediately thinking again... 'Thank you? I'm telling this... behemoth thank you?' It was only then that Michelle got her first real look at Lamar's cock. 'Oh my god!' she thought, 'this is ... oh my god.' Looking at it directly she couldn't help but hold it in her hand and stroke it watching the foreskin glide back and forth over the bulbous head and even past it more than covering it completely. And when she pulled back it was as if a small, one eyed, animal was coming out of a hole in the ground. 'A mole. That's it, it looks like a mole!' Mesmerized Michelle leaned forward again and took the head in her mouth still pulling the skin of his dick back and forth, feeling it bunch up on her lips and then disappear. She leaned further forward wondering if she could get the whole of it in her mouth. Certainly she'd had longer dicks in her mouth but nothing as fat, as meaty as Lamar's. She opened her mouth as wide as she possibly could and forced herself forward feeling the end of his cock pressing the back of her mouth and against her uvula. There was no more she could do. She could feel the girth of his dick swelling around her open mouth, feel his pubic hair in her nose and on her cheeks, she was just able to stick her tongue out slightly and taste the beginnings of his sac as she nearly gagged on Lamar's cock. Lamar, for his part, just watched at first. But then he noticed that Michelle's jeans were riding low on her ass and she was showing a gorgeous 'plumber's crack'. He reached down and slide his finger down as far as it would go. Unfortunately, he couldn't quite reach Michelle's anus but he was trying. Michelle, still in a trance and having not yet cum herself, decided to take things in her own hands, reached down to her jeans loosened her belt and then unzipped and unbuttoned them which gave Lamar full access. Leaning forward, cock in mouth, Lamar's finger now pumping in and out of Michelle's ass her eyes rolled up in her head and she moaned gutterly... "ahhhhhhhhhhhh..." her ass clenched, her mouth tightened and her body shuddered. "Oh my God!" she had pulled back just a moment "I'm going to cum!" Lamar furiously pumping his fingers into her ass she jammed her face forward, mouth wide open, pressing her nose against Lamar's belly and pubic hair, the tip of his cock embedded pressing against her tonsils, she shuddered again and again. Lamar by now was fully into the act and fully erect again. He grabbed Michelle by her hair, lifted her face up and then spun her around quickly pulling her pants to her ankles and bending her over the couch arm. Before Michelle could protest, he had this coke can of a cock pushing against the sphincter which he'd loosened with his fingers just moments ago. "No!! Not there! You're too big!" but he was not going to be denied. Pushing harder he watched as the bulbous head of his dick pressed forward against her pink anus and, finally watched as her ass gave in and allowed his girth to pass. "Oh, oh, oh!" Michelle's fists dug into the couch cushion as Lamar was now fully in her ass. 'Whap!' 'What the??? 'Whap' Lamar was now spanking Michelle's perfectly round buttocks as he continued his assault on her bum. 'Whap, whap, whap...' He was loving watching her lily white ass turning red with his spanks. 'Whap, whap, whap...' frantic now he was pumping and spanking until, finally he shoved himself as deeply in her ass as was humanly possible, grabbing her hips and pulling her toward him and spasming deep into her anus. Even though her ass was screaming in pain from the assault, Michelle could feel his cock spasming inside of her. Again and again and again.. until, finally subsiding, she could feel Lamar's body relax against her. Still very much inside of her he raised up, slapped her ass one more time and said "Yes ma'am, I shor am going to enjoy sharing you tonight." 'What?' Michelle's thoughts raced 'sharing?' 'Did I hear that right?' Lamar backed away allowing Michelle to sit on the couch. He walked in front of her, his spent cock now only a couple of inches long but still as thick as ever and took Michelle's flame red hair in his hands pulling her forward to clean him off. It was going to be a long night.