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Karen's Mail

By: svengali72



Karen Wilkes stared at the letter in her hand for what felt like the hundreth time. The 34 year old read and re-read the words, her mouth dry, her blue eyes reading the words over and over. She had been standing in the kitchen nearly ten minutes, the groceries and the rest of the mail forgotten. The room was quiet except for her shallow breaths.

She gasped as the phone rang out, momentarily confused and panicked before regaining her composure somewhat. A glance at the caller ID showed her mother's number. "Not right now," Karen muttered as she clutched the letter and headed upstairs, letting the machine get it. Her blond ponytail bounced behind her slim body as she took the steps two at a time, her heart still racing. 

She was home alone, with both kids off at school and her husband on travel for work, Boston this week. He had been on the road a lot lately, but right now Karen wasn't thinking of any of that. All she could think of was the note clutched in her hands. She closed the door even though she knew the house was empty, and sat on the edge of the bed and pulled the paper back open. She licked her lips as her heart raced as she read the letter again.

"Dear Karen,

I find you incredibly attractive and sexy. You obviously take good care of yourself and are proud of it. It is hard to not notice you.

I have a proposal for you. My apologies in advance on the brusqueness of my request. I would like to give you $1,000. Alas, this is not "no strings attached." 

Specifically, I am extremeley attracted to you and want more. More pointedly, I want more than I've been able to have from idle voyeurism. I want to see more, hear more, gain intimate details of you. Pointedly, I want to be able see you touch yourself, rub yourself, have an orgasm. For me, one time, no additional strings attached. There is nothing to do for me, nothing expressed or implied about us having actual sex or you having to engage me in any physical way.

Please think it over and contact me at the email address below if you are interested."

There was no name. The email address was generic, and gave no indication of who the letter's author was. 

Karen's thoughts were scattered wildly. She was indignant one second, curious the next. She read the words over and over. It was a lot of money; things had been tight the last few months. 

Jesus. She thought for a second about what she'd actually have to do. She hadn't so much as been naked in front of another man since she got married, let alone do anything sexual with someone else. Yet, she was not repulsed by the idea. She felt a familiar tingle between her thighs, and glanced down to see the nipples of her small breasts poking against the fabric of her shirt. "What am I thinking?" she wondered to herself. She read the letter again, and the need between her legs only increased. 

A noise outside brought Karen out of her distraction, as she whipped around to look at the clock. Her kids would be home any second. The letter would have to wait.

***

Karen's hands shook that evening as she sat in front of the computer. It had been hard making it through the rest of the day once the kids had gotten home from school. They had just gone off to bed, and Karen had quickly downed a glass of wine and poured a second on her way through the kitchen. 

She pulled up her email and keyed in the address on the letter. Then she sat back and took a deep breath. "You can stop right now," she told herself. 

She read the letter once more. The tingling in her pussy had progressed to something more insistent. "What is wrong with me?" she wondered as she closed her eyes for a moment, trying to get a hold of herself. She gazed back up at the screen. Karen took a deep breath, and started typing.

"I got your letter today. I'm not sure if I can do what you are asking me for, but I am interested in the idea of it. How would this work?

-Karen"

She clicked "Send" before she could second-guess herself. Her breathing was again rapid and her hands sweaty. Karen wondered when she would get a message back. IF she would get a message back. That would be terrible, not knowing. Maybe the mystery author would chicken out. 

Her thoughts were interrupted by a soft "ding" that came a lot sooner than she was expecting, and it made her heart race as her head whipped up to the screen. A reply already? She licked her lips again without thinking and after a moment, double-clicked.

"Karen,

Very nice to hear from you. I understand your hesitancy; I've never really done this before either. But thank you for considering it.

I want this to be as easy as possible for you, and am willing to give you as much flexibility as possible. There is only two requirements if you go through with this: 1) you must orgasm, and 2) I must be able to see your face.

I mentioned compensation of $1,000. This is a maximum, depending on what you are comfortable with. 

* Having an orgasm while I can see your face is $250. 

* If you choose to remove your clothes, that is another $250.

* If you choose to masturbate in person, that is another $250.

and lastly...

* If you allow me to masturbate while watching you in person, that is the last $250.

Please let me know what you want to do."

Karen's mouth was dry as she read the message a second time. Again, she wasn't sure whether or not to be offended or flattered or turned on; she was experiencing all three. She read and re-read the message in front of her. Her mouth was dry, her breathing shallow, her heart fluttering in her chest. She closed her eyes to think and her thoughts wandered. _He wants to watch me cum._ _He wants to see me touch myself._ _He wants to cum WITH me._

This last thought really made her mind race. She opened her eyes, a little surprised to find her hand idly stroking herself through her skirt, her nipples hard. She struggled to focus on the screen, turning the words in the message over and over.

Her idle touching had inflamed her even more. She was soaked, hot, hypersensitive. Karen repeated the phrases to herself, under her breath - "He wants to watch me. Watch me rub myself. My pussy. My clit. Watch me cum."

She hiked her skirt up and pushed her hand underneath and down her panties. Her fingers were immediately slick with her wetness, and her hand slid effortlessly over her as she cupped her pussy with her hand. The pressure made her gasp and moan softly, and she adjusted in the chair, raising one leg up to the desk, her legs splayed wantonly.

With one hand now rubbing herself more vigorously, she reached under her shirt and pulled her bra down off one of her breasts, needing more direct stimulation to her neglected nipples. Her eyes fluttered as she rolled and twisted the nipple roughly, pulling and squeezing the hard nub, feeling the jolts of electricity in her already-overheated pussy. Her eyes stared at the screen. "You want me to get off for you? Rub myself for you? Jerk your cock for me. Watch my pussy cum for you," she babbled to herself, lost in the moment, her fingers strumming over her clit, her hand clutching and squeezing her nipple, her breathing fast and shallow.

"Oh yes, jerk it. Stroke it. Cum for me. Cum with me. Watch my pussy. Look at me. My face. Oh god. Yes, now, yes, cumming!" Karen's legs went rigid, her eyes slammed shut as her breath caught in her throat, her finger quivering on her burning clit as her face turned pink then red. "Aauuuuuuuuggggh!" she moaned out loudly as she finally exhaled and inhaled, her thighs quivering. "Oh damn it!" A second wave rolled right over the first, and she bent forward, bracing herself on the edge of the desk as her whole body shook and trembled. 

Her body quivered and jerked a few more times as she came down, her hand still pressed against her overstimulated pussy, too sensitive to move it. Slowly her breathing calmed down and her eyes regained their focus. She licked her dry lips, the slightest sheen of sweat on her face and neck as she exhaled deeply.

Karen looked up.

She clicked "Reply."

Karen's Manipulation



I had been home from work for over an hour when my wife Karen came home.

"Honey I want you to meet someone, " she called out.

Strolling into the living room I received the shock of my life, when Karen introduced her knew friend.

"This is Jan, we met at the gym. Jan this is my husband Steve. Jan just transferred in from New York."

"I've heard a lot about you from Karen, it's a pleasure to finally meet you." 

I was speechless. I had met Jan about twelve months before, while on business in New York. Now like a movie, she was standing in my living room a thousand miles from New York. Jan offered her hand, and I took it not knowing what else to do. Jan was cool never letting on she knew me. I was literally trembling with fear. Jan was a three day fling, but intense to say the least. 

Karen left the room to change, Jan for the first time acknowledged are prior relationship.

" You never mentioned you were married. I bet Karen doesn't know about our affair does she. Don't worry, it's our secret, I won't tell." Then crossing the room , her hand found my crouch and she brazenly kissed me. Again I was stunned, I felt my cock start to stiffen when I heard Karen coming. Backing away from Jan, I tried to compose myself. 

"Well I'd better be going, I'm still unpacking. It was nice meeting you Steve, I'm sure well meet again. Karen are we on for dinner and drinks after the work out Thursday?"

"Oh yeah, Honey you don't have anything planed for next Thursday do you?"

" No ," was all I could say.

"Good, then I'll see you in a couple of days." With that Jan left.

I then went innocently about asking Karen how she met Jan. According to Karen , they met at the gym about three weeks ago. They hit it off right away and had worked out a lot together, since meeting. I was gratified that during this time Jan had never mentioned our affair.

"She's cute don't you think." Karen asked, like a woman does, when she's trying to determine if she has competition. "I saw the way you were looking at her, you were staring."

"She looked familiar is all," I said lying. 

Later that night, I thought about my little dalliance in New York. I met Jan in a lounge my first day in town. Our eye's met , and the next thing I knew we were talking. Jan was very attractive, in many way the opposite of Karen. Jan is about 5' 1" were Karen is about 5' 5". Jan is a soft voluptuous type while Karen is very athletic and firm. Jan has brown eye's and hair, Karen is blue eyed and blond. We hit it off and ended up in my room later that night. In the morning I went to my conferences and when I returned Jan was still there. Jan was wearing one of my shirts and nothing else. Sitting on the side of the bed, Jan let the shirt fall open revealing her dark areolas and pert nipples. Her cunt lips were moist and parting her legs, she asked. "See anything you'd like to eat." 

Jan was magnificent and irresistible. For the next three days the sex was torrid. Truly, had I not been so in love with Karen, I'm sure I would have wanted a more serious relationship with Jan. I never told Jan I was married and stood her up my last day in town. I caught a flight for home that night, never dreaming I would see or hear from Jan again.

The next morning Jan called me at work and told me to meet her at her new home. Jan didn't make any threats, but there was a menacing tone to her voice. Afraid she might contact Karen I complied with her request.

Certainly I was unprepared for what Jan had in store for me. Instead of arguing or yelling at me she was very nice. Hugging me at the door , she told me she was happy to see me. the next thing I knew my cloths were off and we were making passionate love. No sooner had I came when Jan was sucking my cock to a second erection.Jan was relentless and I came a second time in less than an hour. Then after making some small talk, Jan massaged me hard again. I tried to stop Jan claiming I had to return to work. Jan wouldn't take no for an answer. Again she went down on me, sucking my dick and rubbing her teeth over the head of my dick. 

" God you hardly came that time," Jan said. 

"What did you expect after three time," I said defensively. My dick was almost raw and hurt when I left Jan's.

Never once during the visit did Jan bring up New york or the fact that I left with out so much as a good bye. Instead, Jan acted as if nothing had changed. Her only comment was that now we could be together more often. Of course I agreed, until I figured out what to do about Jan.

What I didn't know was that during the three weeks preceding my rendezvous with Jan, Jan had been pumping Karen for information. For example Karen told Jan of our plan to start a family. Karen comes from a large family and after five years of marriage was ready to start. Karen's fertile time of the month, was going to be over the next three days. Jan had me over the same day that Karen mentioned as a target date for starting a family. Jan's plan was simple, keep me busy and tired.

Sure enough that night when Karen got romantic, I made an excuse about being tired. For the next few days Jan invited me over for lunch or should I say sex. After the third day my balls literally ached. Every night Karen would cuddle up and kiss or stroke me. As much as I wanted Karen, there was just no way after my sessions with Jan. On the fourth night Karen became very upset with me.

"Don't you find me attractive, why won't you make love to me. I want a family. This is important to me. What's' wrong."

All I could do was make up excuses about stress at work and fatigue, but clearly Karen wasn't hearing any of it. Turning over, it was a long time before I heard the rhythmic breathing of sleep from Karen. Karen was angry for several days after that. At the same time Jan was being super nice and while I knew I should break it off, I found it impossible. Jan was an expert with the carrot or the stick.

On several occasions I brought up the fact that we should stop seeing each other. Each time she responded differently. Once she acted heart broken and got all emotional. When I tried to console her, the next thing I knew we were in bed. On another occasion, she in no uncertain terms, told me she would tell Karen. Jan had me right were she wanted me. She knew it, and I knew it.

Perhaps the most important piece of information Jan learned from Karen, was purely by accident. The girl's had been working out at the gym one night, when Jan caught Karen looking, on more than one occasion, at a tall black man. Ty was a personal trainer at the gym. About 6'3", he was slender and well muscled. Jan didn't find him the least bit attractive, though clearly Karen seemed interested. 

On a whim Jan said, "That man over there is gorgeous, what do you think."

Karen with out thinking said, "he is that." 

"Is he married or what.'

"I don't think so," Karen added. "His name is Ty, he works here. He's flirted with me before, but I'm a married lady, so that's that."

"So what your saying is, if you were not married he'd have a good chance with you. Have you ever gone out with a black guy."

"No, but I have always wondered what it would be like. I mean I don't know if you would consider it my fantasy, but I have had dreams," Karen giggled.

"Well take it from a girl who knows, there is nothing like a good hard black cock," Jan teased.

"Jan I don't believe you just said that. You've been with a black guy, was it as good as they say."

Knowing she had Karen hooked , Jan proceeded to tell Karen of several bogus affairs she had with black men. Of course all these guys were well endowed with cocks twice the size of mine. Karen listened intently to Jan's lies, by the time they left the gym that night, all Karen could think of was how big Ty's cock might be.

Karen never had an overwhelming urge to have sex with a black man. Karen didn't even consider it a fantasy. Still, she was curious. Karen had heard the stories and now having verification from Jan it started to fuel the fire of Karen's curiosity.

The combination of no sex with me and Jan's lies, was getting to Karen. Jan put the icing on the cake when she approached Ty with a plan for seducing Karen. Ty who was more than willing to fuck the blue eyed blond was definitely interested. Jan told him to use a slow but persistent approach. from that day forward every time Karen would show up at the gym Ty would say hello, and flirt with Karen. Many of those times Jan was present and when Ty would leave she would start into Karen.

"God he sure has the hot' s for you, when are you going to give in and go out with him."

"I can't Jan I'm married," Karen would say. But with each passing day Jan could see some of Karen's resolve ebbing. Then when Karen confided in Jan regarding my lack of interest, Jan poured gasoline on the fire.

"Maybe you need to spice things up, with some change. Have you tried X-rated video's?"

"No, but I'll try anything, if it will get us back on track and me pregnant."

The next day Jan presented Karen with a video she rented that morning. Jan seduced me repeatedly that day. That night when Karen put in the video I had no idea were she got it from. The video was an interracial flick, sporting several well hung black studs, fucking blonds. Karen was clearly turned on watching the action on screen.

"God look at the size of that guy, I guess what they say about black guys is true." 

" I wouldn't know," I said joking. Karen didn't laugh, in fact, I don't think she heard me. Karen was totally in grossed in the movie. The black guy on the screen had a massive hard on, and if the blond on the screen was acting she deserved an Oscar. Seeing my wife excited like this was a turn on. sliding my hand between her legs, I was even more surprised to find her fingers already hard at work on her clit. 

''Wow, someone likes X rated movies," I said as I plunged a finger in to Karen's wet pussy. Taking one of Karen's large nipple's into my mouth I heard her moan with pleasure. Karen is easily excitable, something I always loved about her. My dick stiffened even though I had had sex with Jan twice that same day. When I reached for the condom, Karen pulled me on top of her. 

"I don't want to use those anymore. I want a baby. Even though were a few days away from my fertile time I think we should practice," Karen said with a grin.

"No problem,' I responded, sliding my dick into her wet pussy. Karen is a fantastic lover and it had been a good three weeks since our last sex. The movie had Karen seriously excited and she went wild as I pumped her.

" Slow down baby, I'm going to cum real quick if you keep this up." Unfortunately Karen wasn't listening again and continued humping me like mad. I could tell she was nearing an orgasm, and tried to make it last. Suddenly, I felt myself cumming. I tried to make it last,but in the end I was to tired and my shrinking pennis slipped out. I remember seeing the disappointment in Karen's face, as I rolled off of her.

"Honey did you cum," Karen said sweetly.

"Yes I did, I just got to excited," I said.

"That's okay, the movie just started," Karen added hopefully, as she cuddled up. The movie certainly had Karen's attention the rest of the evening. Scene after scene showed these well hung black studs fucking girls senseless. Karen at one point commented, that black men even seemed to cum more. Later going down on me she sucked and licked my dick to attention once more, unfortunately I was unable to maintain a hard on. I rolled over and went to sleep. The night which was suppose to be special, was a disaster. 

Two days later, Karen had another movie and again it starred some very well endowed black men. Earlier I had spent lunch with Jan. I may not be the sharpest pencil in the box, but I was getting Jan's M.O. down. Frankly it turned me on that Jan was willing to go to such extreme's to cause trouble in my relationship. Having the sexual attention of two women is great for the soul. Unfortunately, Jan had the edge, because she always knew when Karen was up for sex. That night rather than even try, I faked going to sleep.

The next day, Jan called me at work and while we were chatting she asked if Karen and I had a black pool man.

" Why did you ask that?" I said perplexed.

" What would you do if Karen, went out with another man."

" I don't think she would, now what the fuck are you talking about Jan."

" I said to much all ready, besides your right, your little wife would never fuck around on you, " Jan said hanging up. I spent the rest of the day wondering , what Jan was getting at. I knew Jan well enough to know she was up to no good.

That very same night, Karen had another movie, once again it was an interracial flick. Remembering my conversation with Jan, I started putting two and two together, or so I thought. Karen must have a thing for black guys and mentioned it to Jan.

"Karen what is it with you and black guys. Every movie you rent has got some overly hung black guy in it. That's not my fantasy. So please no more jungle fever movies." I was sorry I said it even before I had finished. The hurt look on Karen's face said it all.

"I was just trying to add something to are sex life because your always so tired." Turning angry Karen continued. " I try and try to please you and what do I get for my trouble, I'm tired, I;m sleepy, I've got a headache and you wonder why I have fantasies about black men, who wouldn't, given the amount of attention I get from you." Karen shut the TV off and left the room.

I followed her out to the sofa and apologized, but she wouldn't hear it. That night we slept apart.

The next day at the gym Karen told Jan what happened. Jan couldn't have asked for things to have gone better. That same day I was leaving out of town for a week long business trip, so Jan decided to spring her trap. Jan invited Karen out for a few drinks.

"You need to relax a bit. I'm sure Steve loves you, maybe it's work. I know just what you need, lets go dancing."

"To be honest I could use a change, or maybe one of those black studs from the movie," Karen joked.

"Honey all black men are hung like that, I bet your man over there Ty is hung like a stallion.'

"Jan he's not my man, and I bet your right,"Karen giggled. " Unfortunately I'm married remember."

"Okay, okay, so put something sexy on and come over to my house we'll leave from there." Jan then called Ty and gave him the plan. Ty would conveniently show up at the club she was taking Karen to.

When Karen showed up, Jan was stunned. Jan had never seen Karen in a dress, much less a sexy one. Karen was wearing a dark print with a a low neck line that revealed her ample breasts. the dress didn't permit a bra and Karen's protruding nipple's made that clear enough. Karen's high heels accentuate her firm tanned legs and while the dress was short, it was tasteful.

"You don't think this is to much do you Jan? I haven't been out with the girls since I got married. I thought what the heck, Steve is out of town why not have some fun, right."

"Your preaching to the choir honey, that what I've been telling you. Loosen up, here have a glass of wine while I finish getting ready." Jan thought to herself, that this was getting easier by the second. Once Ty got a look at Karen, there would be no stopping him. All she had to do was get the naive bitch drunk,give her a little encouragement, and Karen would be fucking Ty tonight.

Two glasses of wine later Karen a light drinker was already buzzed. When they arrived at the club several men approached them for dances. Karen and Jan danced several numbers with those men before Ty arrived. Ty wanted to make an impact on karen and he did. Dressed in a white silk shirt and pants, he cut an impressive figure as he walked towards the two girls. 

Jan was the first to see Ty and she was impressed. Jan never found black men attractive, but even she thought Ty was very handsome indeed.

"Some girl's have all the luck Karen. Look, your man is here." 

Karen turning towards the bar saw Ty swaggering over. Not since meeting her husband, had she felt so immediately attracted to a man. No that was right Karen thought, she had never in her life been so attracted to a man. Karen knew it was wrong to feel this way and tried her best to compose herself. 

" hello ladies, what a pleasant surprise to see you here. Karen I'm especially happy to see you out and about. I hope you left hubby at home."

"Hubbies out of town," Jan answered.

"Jan."

"Well it's true, isn't it, and didn't you say you waned to have fun."

"Yes, but I, well I guess your right," Karen answered not knowing what else to say. The liquor was affecting Karen's judgment. Ty inviting himself to sit down slid into the booth next to Karen. His leg pressed against Karen's felt hot. When he put his arm around Karen's shoulder, alarm bell's went off in Karen's brain. Then Ty leaned over and whispered in her ear.

"I'm really glad to see you tonight, I've been thinking about you a lot lately." Ty hot breath made Karen's nipple's stiffen. Karen took a deep breath and then all she could think about was his sent. 

" Excuse me I've got to go to the ladies room," was all Karen could say.

Sensing a loss of control, Jan followed Karen into the ladies room. Jan found Karen padding cold water on her forehead.

"What's a matter Honey," Jan said acting the concerned friend.

" I think I've had to much to drink and maybe I should go home."

"Well we just got here, besides I though you wanted to get to know Ty better. You'll never have a better chance and my god , he is a hunk."

"Jan I can't I'm married, besides I could get pregnant, no I need to go."

" Look what your husband doesn't no won't hurt him, and as far as getting pregnant isn't that what condoms are for." 

Karen was adamant, but Jan wouldn't give in. Finally Jan talked Karen into a couple of dances and one more drink.

"Okay , but please lets not stay long. I'm really getting buzzed from all he drinks."

Returning to the table Karen found a fresh drink, a double Ty had ordered while she was gone. Ty had felt her shudder when he whispered in her ear. Jan had filled him in with what was going on in Karen's personal life, as well as her likes and dislikes. Ty figured all he had to do was get a couple more drinks in her and Karen would be his.

Karen took a deep drink from her glass, trying to overcome the sheer nervousness of sitting next to Ty. Certainly, it was not in Karen's nature to feel this way, maybe it was the recent conversations she had had with Jan or maybe the video's. Karen's head spun and when Ty took her hand and led her on to the dance floor she followed readily.

Karen and Ty danced a couple of numbers. Ty was a good dancer and Karen enjoyed the dances. Karen loved to dance and it helped clear her head. When a slow dance started, Karen accepted Ty's invitation. At first, Ty purposely held Karen at a distance. Ty wanted to lightly brush his chest against Karen's incredibly thick nipple's. Slowly as they glided across the dance floor Ty brought Karen closer. Karen's braless dress and Ty's silk shirt, confirmed Karen's nipple's were starting to stiffen.

Karen for her part, felt as if she were floating. Karen it seemed could feel every muscle cut on Ty's fantastic body. Karen melted in Ty's arms. Then as Ty pulled her closer her leg brushed up against Ty's. That couldn't be thought Karen, in an effort to allay her curiosity Karen pulled Ty closer. God she thought , his cock is huge. Karen couldn't see the wink Ty gave Jan. Ty had purposely gone with out his boxers, now Karen was responding just like he knew she would. Again he pulled Karen closer, his growing cock head was now firmly pressed between her legs. 

Karen closed her eye's and leaned her head on Ty's chest. Karen was intoxicated and not just with liquor. Karen mind went wild with fantasy, what would it be like to have a big black cock buried in her wet pussy and Karen's pussy was wet now. Karen was actually disappointed when the song ended.




Karen's Manipulation



Jan was ecstatic, there was no mistaking Karen's body English at the end of the last dance. Now the only thing left was to get the blond bitch to try some black cock. With any luck Karen would fall for Ty, or better yet end up pregnant with his black baby. Yes Karen wanted a baby and Jan was going to do her best to se that she had one , just not her husbands.

Once back in the booth Karen couldn't seem to take her eye's off Ty. Ty's skin was like black satin, his teeth and shirt in incredible contrast with his skin, kept her riveted. When Ty leaned over and kissed her, Karen kissed him back oblivious to who was watching. Karen tried to convince herself she wasn't cheating on her husband, that there was no danger. Thing's just felt so right with Ty. Ty's tongue mixed with Karen's in a way she had never been kissed before. Karen wanted more, she was wet with lust, but forced herself to stop.

"Jan I think we should get going."

Jan knew it was time to change locations and agreed, but not before signaling Ty to follow. On the way home Jan, started in on Karen.

"I can't believe you didn't take that man home, Karen. He's gorgeous and what a body."

"Believe me it wasn't easy, God that man can kiss and you were right his cock is huge," Karen added shamelessly, the liquor talking more than anything.

"So am I missing something, why aren't you in his bed right now."

" I can't , I want to but I can't. Jan I'm confused, I married , I'm not suppose to feel this way, what's wrong with me." 

" Nothing honey, don't fight it, if you don't have sex with him you'll always regret it."

"I guess it's to late now Jan, besides no rubbers," Karen said slurring her words and then half passed out.

Getting out of the car, Jan signaled Ty to help take Karen inside. Karen had fallen asleep just blocks from Jan's home and wouldn't wake up.

" To bad she passed out Jan, I really would have liked bedding Mrs. Hannas."

" So what's to stop you, all she could talk about on the way over, was how much she wanted to fuck you. You guys can have the spare room."

" I don't know about this Jan , I mean she's out."

" What happened to all that big talk about how you were going to seduce her. She wants you right now, tomorrow she maybe will change her mind, now help me."

Together they took Karen inside and laid her on the bed. wasting no time Jan unzipped her dress, stripping Karen to her panties. One look at Karen's nude body and any trepidation Ty had about fucking Karen vanished. Ty started taking his cloth's of even before Jan had left the room. Ty never noticed that Jan had left the door partially open.

Lying next to Karen, Ty admired her body. Karen's breasts weren't large,but they were proportioned perfectly to her body. Karen's nipple's were thick and her dark areola's and tan contrasted against her white skin. Ty traced a line from one nipple to the other , marveling how they became erect at his touch. Ty's cock was growing hard rapidly now. Then leaning over Karen he took a nipple between his teeth and gently bit down on it.

Karen in that zone between awareness and sleep thought it was a dream, but it wasn't a dream about her husband. Karen thought she was dreaming that Ty was sucking and biting her nipple's and it felt so fantastically wicked. In the dream her hands caressed his head and luxuriated in his close cropped hair . Karen felt his hands gently rubbing the insides of her thighs and she opened them wide to encourage him further. Slipping the material of her panties to the side, Karen felt the cool air on her cunt lips, followed quickly by Ty's probing fingers. Karen's pussy was already wet and her clit swollen. Ty's administrations were expert and Karen was soon withering under his touch. Karen raised her hips, bucking up against first two then three of Ty's fingers as he fucked her with his hand. This went on for several minutes. 

Jan had left condoms on the night stand , but using them would only be a last resort if Ty had anything to do with it. Karen was moaning loud now and Ty quickly removed her panties. God she was wet Ty thought as he resumed finger fucking her. Ty had three fingers in her and with his thumb began rubbing her clit. At the same time he continued biting and sucking her nipples.

Jan watched from the doorway, intermittently taking photo's with her digital camera. Jan had never seen a blackman nude. In fact, she hadn't bothered to even take a peak at the movies she had rented Karen. Now her cunt was wet just watching this man. Ty was dressed when she left the two of them alone, now he was nude. Huge cock, was magnificent understatement in describing Ty's cock. Flaccid it was a good six inches long and every bit as thick as Steve's. Now hard, Ty's cock had swollen to at least ten inches and was twice as thick as Steve's dick.

Karen felt the first orgasm building, it felt so real. Ty released her nipple and moved between Karen's legs. Taking his cock in his hand he began rubbing it against Karen's moist lips. Karen wanted her dream lover to put his cock in her, and physically started to buck up against Ty. Gently he began inserting his cock into her love starved pussy. Ty felt Karen gush as he pushed his cock halfway in , Karen's cum making it easier to penetrate her tight pussy.

Karen's orgasm was like no other she had ever experienced and it was only then that she realized she wasn't dreaming. Ty hovered above her, his arms extended. Seeing her eye's focus on his, Ty lowered his head and kissed her. Karen involuntarily opened her mouth allowing Ty's tongue to mingle with hers. Ty pressed his advantage by slowly pushing his cock deeper into Karen's pussy. Ty's kiss was perfect and Karen found herself eagerly responding by sucking hard on his tongue. Inch by inch, TY buried his cock in Karen's cunt and began a slow rhythm to his strokes. Both lovers stared down at the incredible coupling taking place, excitement building. . The contrast of Ty's big black cock and Karen's white pussy was exciting both of them. Karen was utterly and completely mesmerized to the point of not realizing that the wet black cock wore no condom.

Karen came over and over again. Ty's thick cock was now rubbing up against her cervix, something I had never been able to do. Karen never thought sex could be so good. Ty's heavily veined cock touched places in Karen's cunt, that I simply could not reach. Ty was getting closer to cuming and his cock started expanding and contracting. Ty hadn't had sex like this in some time. Karen seemed to fit him perfectly. Karen had already cum several times and her pussy was awash in her lubricant.

Ty's balls started to contract as his prick began to pulse. Karen felt the first hot jet of Ty's cum blast directly into her fertile cunt. "Oh yeah cum baby, fill me up, I want you to cum more. Oh my god, I'm cuming again it's so good, don't stop, please don't stop," Karen kept repeating . 

Ty with Karen's wanton cries, thrust his cock as deep as possible contracting his entire body in orgasm. "Woman do you feel it, do you feel me cuming in you, it feels so fucking good, you like my black cock don't you, tell me now do you want my black cock."

"Yes give me your cock, fuck me with your black cock, it feels so so good."

Jan was stunned, never had she witnessed another couple having sex. Never had she thought watching would be so exciting. Jan's own pussy was now dripping with excitement, if only she had a man. Jan even wondered what it would be like to take a lover like Ty. Withdrawing to her room, Jan reasoned that there would be time enough for that , first there was a matter of revenge to take care of.

Ty's cum oozed out between his thick cock and Karen's clinging cunt lips. When Ty finally stopped cuming he rolled Karen over on top of him, with his cock firmly lodged in Karen sperm drenched pussy. Karen while considerably drunk, still realized she had been unfaithful to me. The liquor had lowered her inhibitions enough to the point that she just didn't care. In fact, lying on top of Ty she didn't even care if he impregnated her. Karen had to have more and slowly she began rocking back and forth on Ty's semi hard cock. 

" Some one wants some more black cock am I right."

Placing her hands on Ty's chest and sitting up Karen could only nod yes as she felt Ty's cock grow hard again. Karen was totally lost in lust as she fucked Ty. Karen again came repeatedly as her now stretched cunt easily accommodated Ty's prick. Ty would cum two more times in Karen's pussy that night before the two lovers passed out.

I called Karen several times at home that night, but there was no answer. The next morning I tried again, but got only the answering machine. Later that morning I tried again , then getting worried I called Jan. 

" That's funny she should be home. I left the club early and Karen said she would catch a ride home with a friend," Jan told me.

" Who was the friend," I asked warning bells going off in my mind.

"I'm not sure, " Jan responded coyly. " She was talking to several people, maybe it was that guy from the gym, what's his name Ty, yeah that's it Ty."

I didn't know the guy personally, but knew he hd a reputation around the gym as a real ladies man. Coupled with my wife's recent interest in black men I wondered if I had anything to worry about. Jan wouldn't supply any more details and I hung up thinking that maybe I should cut my trip short.

Waking in a strange room, it took several seconds for Karen to get her bearings. Looking next to her and discovering Ty, things started coming back to her. Instinctively her hand went between her legs as if to confirm what she already knew had happened. Karen's pussy was still oozing Ty's cum and Karen was over come with a sinking feeling. What had she done, she couldn't believe she had let this happen. Getting up from bed, Karen jumped in the shower, but not before gazing at Ty's well muscled body. The hot water felt good and Karen's thoughts returned to last night. God the man had been incredible, Karen thought, as she tried to clean out her tender pussy. Ty had deposited copious amounts of cum in her pussy, and now she had to worry that she might be pregnant. 

Ty sat outside the shower for some time admiring Karen's body. Ty's cock was getting hard just watching her shower, so he decided to give her a hand.

Karen was startled by the rush of cool air when Ty opened the door. "I thought you could use some company," Ty said as he took Karen into his arms.

Karen offered little resistance as Ty's hand's caressed and pressed Karen's body to his. Karen found the entire scene totally erotic. Here she was in the shower with this really handsome black man who she found irresistible. Ty had Karen sit on the bench and kneeling before Karen spread her legs. Lowering his head Ty began licking and sucking on Karen's clit. Looking up at Karen's face Ty knew she would do anything for him now. Ty spotting Jan's razor sat back on his haunches and started shaving Karen's pussy. Karen sought to protest but Ty quickly silenced her cries by vigorously rubbing her clit, while soaping her bush. The contrast of their skin colors was overwhelmingly erotic. Gently Ty began shaving Karen cunt, with each stroke he removed more of her blond hair. So expert was Ty's touch that Karen shuddered repeatedly as she came. 

" Now don't tell me that doesn't feel good. I like my women clean shaven. That way I can see it better. Now don't you agree your pussy looks better, doesn't it," 

Yes, Karen nodded as Ty raised himself up and began rubbing his massive cock head against her now clean shaven cunt lips. 

"Do you like that."

" Oh yes, it feels so good when you rub that big black cock against my pussy, I want you to put it in me . Please fuck me, fuck me with your cock."

Ty noted the change in Karen, no longer was she reluctant. No longer was she the faithful little wife. No she had gotten a good taste of his cock and from now on she was his. Ty sank most of his cock into Karen who was now fucking him so hard, his knees pressed on the tile, hurt. Each stroke produced more pleasure for Ty. Ty's cock was bumping up against Karen's cervix and he could actually feel the small circular opening with the head of his cock.

Karen knew there was a strong chance she might get pregnant, that she might already be pregnant. Those thoughts instead of fostering caution only seemed to excite her more. Digging her long nails into Ty's muscular ass, she pulled him further into her womb.

"Baby your cunt feels so good I can't hold it much longer. I'm gonna cum and fill up your sweet pussy. Tell me do you want me to cum?" Ty asked, wanting Karen's submission complete.

"Yes cum in me, give me all of it. I'm cuming too, now cum, cum baby, cum." 

With those words, Ty bellowed like a bull, once again spraying his potent seed in Karen's pussy. Karen became so vocal that Jan actually became alarmed that neighbors might complain. Lingering in the afterglow of their passion the two lovers remained in the shower until they ran out of hot water . Returning to the bedroom, Ty fucked Karen one more time for good measure before getting dressed and leaving.

After Ty left Karen confided in Jan about what had transpired. Karen now feeling guilty even confessed that she and Ty hadn't used protection. Jan was nothing but supportive, she told Karen that life was short and that now she had experienced what sex should be like with a man. 

"Karen, your like me , white guy's just don't cut it. Admit it, you just had the best sex of your life right."

"Yes it was the best, it was unbelievable, but what if I'm pregnant, what about my husband. Then there's Ty, I mean I just met him, what if he doesn't want me. You've seen all the girlfriends he has at the gym."

"First, if your pregnant are you going to get an abortion? "

" No I don't think I can, I've wanted a baby for a long time and even though I wanted it with Steve I could never bring myself to abort the baby."

"Well that answers that. Steve will never tolerate you having a black baby, which leaves you one choice. Do you like Ty? "

" Yes a lot, but love that's another thing."

" Karen you've got 6 days before Steve comes home. I suggest you do your very best to get to know Ty. The way Ty looks at you there is no doubt he's crazy about you, if it's met to be it's met to be."

"You think he'll call? "

"Honey Im sure of it. Now go home, I've got to leave out of town for a few days on business. I call and check on you while I'm gone. Promise you'll give Ty a chance if he calls and feel free to use my place any time."

When Karen left Jan called Ty and filled him in on the details. " I want you to take her out tonight get her buzzed and bring her to my place. I'll pay your expenses when I get back, deal."

" No problem, in fact it's my pleasure ." Ty was more than happy to see Karen again. Ty had planned on seeing Karen again regardless of Jan's wishes. The fact that the twisted bitch was willing to pay him only made things sweeter.

I worked late that night and was perturbed after calling to find that Karen wasn't home. When Jan knocked on my door, in a way I was pleasantly surprised. Few words were exchanged and we end up fucking all night. Early the next morning I tried to reach Karen again. Again there was no answer.

" Not home again, for a smart guy your pretty naive, you know that."

" Alright, Jan your holding something back, now tell me," I said, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

" No I don't want you coming back and blaming me for your marriage problems, besides there is something else I want to talk to you about ."I knew the only way to get to the truth was to let Jan talk so I listened.

" You know the first time we were together in New York, you never told me you were married. When you left I was devastated. I also was pregnant. You have a son Steve, I even named him after you. I couldn't bring myself to tell you, but now I can, because I"m sure your son and I are the best thing for you. " 

I was stunned. Jan went on to tell me how she left our son with her mom in New York and then she dropped another bomb and told me that she was pregnant with our second child. I tried to digest every thing I had just learned. Even more worrisome how would I explain all of this to Karen. 

"Now tell me what you know about Karen."

"I just tell you that you have a son, and all you care about is that bitch. Well that pretty little wife of yours has got herself a thing for big black cock. She's probably at my house right now fucking her black man. Would you like me to prove it."


Enraged I said, "go ahead and prove it." Picking up the phone Jan called her home and let me listen as it rang. Karen answered and Jan asked her if Ty was there. Karen responded yes and then Jan asked the fateful question. 

" Tell me Karen, did you get him to ware a rubber tonight. "

"No, besides like I told you before the way he cums it's probably a little late for that anyway. Oh, and one more thing, I really think he likes me."

"Okay, I've got to run, talk to you later."

I was so angry with Karen I didn't speak to her until I returned home. I even refused to take her calls. When I got home Ty was there, so I put together some things and left. I stayed at a hotel and filed for a divorce the next day.

Six months later it was final and Jan and I married shortly thereafter. Almost a year and a half after the divorce I was fooling around with Jan' computer and discovered the photos's she had taken that night. Confronting Jan with the pictures, she told me all the details, she actually enjoyed telling me how she had manipulated my wife into fucking Ty, how she enjoyed hurting me then. Jan had intended to use the picture to get me to divorce Karen , but for some perverse reason never deleted them. Jan told me she regretted her actions now, but insisted it had worked out for the best.

Right after Jan's revelations I tried to find Karen. I went by the old gym and one of the trainers told me that Ty and Karen had split up and that she was living at an old apartment complex across town. Getting directions I went over, found the place and knocked on the door. Karen answered In cut offs and an old food stained t-shirt. Karen's tits and nipples looked larger than before, and then I realized she was probably five or six months pregnant. With a toddler clinging to her leg, there was little doubt the child was Ty's son. Karen still looked good, but tired

"How have you been ," I asked.

"Okay," Karen answered.

"Karen we need to talk, there is so much I have to tell you. May I come in."

"Look Steve this isn't a good time. There's really nothing to talk about, we all choose certian paths in life. My boyfriend is hear, so please go."

"Who the fuck is this Karen," boomed a deep voice from behind Karen. Suddenly This really big black guy kind of pushed Karen aside and got in my face.

"I asked a fucken question, now do I get an answer." The guy was black about six feet tall and about 300 pounds, with a huge beer belly. Beer can in hand, I could tell he was buzzed.

"Steve this is my boyfriend Edgar. Edgar this is an old friend."

"Well I don't want no old friends hanging around my women, you understand."

I nodded yes as Edgar slammed the door in my face. "Karen call me," I said to the door.

That was some time ago, I had hoped Karen would call, but like Jan said maybe things did work out for the best.



Karen's Massage



Karen was setting in her car in the parking lot next door to he massage parlor. Her best friend had told her about it a month ago, right after she had discovered it. Her friend Sandy was thirty-five and newly divorced like herself. "You have to try this place. That's all I'm saying." And try as she might, that was all Sandy would tell her but she did ask if Karen had made an appointment every time they were together or talked on the phone, which was nearly every day.

So finally, just to shut Sandy up, she called and arranged for a massage and she certainly could use one. Her divorce had been final three months earlier and her life was in a bit of a mess ever since. Financially she was fine. Between what her husband, a successful and well known attorney, had agreed to pay her each month and the fair amount of cash her grandfather had left her, she would be just fine indeed.

The hassle and stress came from having to find a new apartment, furnish it, buy a car and completely change her life. She locked the door of her new bright red Miata and smiled as she turned toward the shop. 

When the door closed behind her, she was standing in the waiting area. It was very pleasant with soft jazz playing. It was quite dark but she could see and smell a number of vases of flowers set around and there was a black leather sofa and two matching chairs arranged in sort of a conversation area to her right. There was a very modern glass counter ahead of her and for the first time she saw there was a woman standing behind it.

"I'm guessing you are Karen?" she asked.

Karen walked to the counter and nodded. "Yes." She said. The woman was around forty or so but striking to look at. She had long red hair with black streaks running through one side. She was taller that Karen by a good six or eight inches and very slender. She was wearing a blue floral silk wrap around her waist and a dark blue spaghetti strap tee that ended above her naval. She was quite beautiful with a flawless tan complexion. 

"Please have a seat." She pointed toward the sofa. "May I offer you a glass of wine?"

"Gee." Karen said. "Sure. I never expected wine. Do you have white?"

"I'll bring it to you and I'll let Tess know you are here." The woman said. 

It was only a couple of minutes when the woman reappeared carrying a glass of white wine and a cloth napkin. When she handed it to Karen she said. "By the way, I'm Samantha. This is my shop but the help all insist on calling me Sam. I wasn't sure I liked that at first but I decided I couldn't fire them so now I guess I'm Sam "

"I like Sam." Karen said. She held out her hand and the woman shook it. She had very long fingers and the softest hands she had ever felt. The woman returned to behind her counter and slid onto a stool. When she crossed her legs, the wrap exposed a lot of thigh and Karen could see that a very exotic tattoo ran from her ankle to well up on her hip and disappeared beneath her wrap.

Maybe fifteen minutes had passed and Karen had finished her glass of wine when the curtain against the far wall slid open and a very young girl walked through. "Karen, this is Tess, she will be providing your massage today." Karen stood as the girl approached her. She took the glass from Karen's hand. The girl could not have been more than eighteen. She was physically a mirror image of Samantha except she had short dishwater blonde hair and a breathtaking beauty that can only come from youth. It was then that Karen realized that the girl was wearing an identical outfit as Sam. She assumed it must be the office uniform, Well, Karen thought. Sam had great taste. 

"Will you come this way please?" The girl asked as she pointed toward the curtain and the hallway beyond. Karen made her way down the short hall and entered a second room that was only lit by candles. It was dark but everything was still visible. She heard glass clink and when she turned she saw Tess pour her a second glass of wine. She walked over and handed it to Karen and then she put her left hand under Karen's right elbow and said. "It takes a bit for your eyes to adjust. I've told Sam we need a few more candles in here."

"It is quite dark isn't it?" Karen agreed.

"Just over here." The girl said and opened a door leading into a spa. There were more candles and flowers and in the middle of the room set an old-fashioned claw-foot tub filled with water and bubbles and a bit of steam was rising into the room. The girl placed her left had on Karen's left hip and patted. "You get undressed and we'll get you all ready for you Massage. I'll be back in just a couple of minutes.?"

"But I just asked for a massage." Karen explained.

"It's all part of the spa package hun. You just relax and enjoy yourself. Its not every day we get to treat ourselves this way is it?" Tess said.

When Tess was gone and Karen heard to door close she just stood there. She walked over and slid her fingers into the tub. The water was quite hot and it felt silky to her touch as if some type of oil had been added to the water. "What the hell." She said out loud to no one. "She is exactly right, how often do I get to do this?" Karen unbuttoned her blouse and slid it over her shoulders and placed it on a hook she located on the wall. She then unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, placing it too on a hook. She set down on a chair and removed her shoes and thigh high stockings. When she stood again she reached behind her and unhooked her bra and placed it on the chair.

She was moving to the tub when the door opened and Tess returned. "I see you are about ready for your bath." She said. Karen was startled and turned, covering her breasts with her arms. Tess walked right up to her. "No need for modesty, I will see most of you before the day is over." She looked at Karen and smiled. Karen relaxed and was feeling a little silly. Tess took her hand and turned her toward the Tub. Then she knelt down and hooked her thumbs into Karen's panties and slowly removed them, lowering them to the floor. "Lift." Tess said and Karen realized she had to step out of her panties. Tess stood and took Karen's arm and steadied her, "In you go." She said.

Karen stepped into the tub and immediately sat down, the hot sudsy water felt marvelous. Tess walked to the end of the tub and knelt next to Karen's head. She took her head into her hands and slowly rolled it side to side. She leaned in to Karen's ear. "Relax." She said. "This isn't by the hour." Tess lowered Karen's head back and while holding it in one hand, she placed a thick folded towel under her neck. She released Karen's head and ran the fingers of both hands over Karen's forehead and down across her cheeks and along her neck. She brought them back up under Karen's chin then she stood. "You just soak a bit." And she was gone out the door again.

Karen closed her eyes and literally fell asleep. 

Although it was a mere five minutes since she had left, when Tess once again knelt behind Karen's head and asked, "Are you ready for your bath?" Karen was startled into consciousness. Tess again placed her fingers on Karen's temples and slowly massaged her back to reality. Tess then moved to the side of the tub and produced two sponge mitts sliding one on each hand. She picked up a bottle of liquid soap and poured a generous amount onto one mitt then she rubbed them together creating a lot of foam.

Tess lifted Karen's right arm and proceeded to wash it thoroughly from pit to fingertips. When she lowered it back into the water she repeated the process on her left arm. Then Tess raised Karen's right leg and ran the foamy mitt the length of her leg starting at her foot and slowly letting the sponge covered hand travel the inside of Karen's leg until it touched her pubic mound. That's when Karen jerked. Tess giggled and said. "Sorry."

"It's okay.' Karen said. "I was just surprised is all:"

Karen leaned in a little. "Well, just so you know, you have two legs and I'll probably do that again." Tess resumed bathing Karen and when she lowered her leg into the water she stood and moved to the opposite side and knelt again. This time when Karen felt Tess's hand near her mound she was ready but Tess stopped short and returned to finish washing her leg and foot.

Once Karen's second leg was finished Tess scooted toward the head of the tub and added more soap to her sponges. She looked at Karen and said. "Relax." Then she slid her left hand down over Karen's chest and wrapped her mitt around her left breast and slowly rubbed it. Then she repeated it with her right breast. Karen's eyes were closed and she was breathing deeply.

Tess washed her way across her chest and abdomen and up the sides of her ribs. She slid a hand behind Karen's neck and leaned her forward and proceeded to wash her back.

Tess stood. "Okay, Up you go." She said. She removed the mitts and put her hands under Karen's arms and guided her to a standing position. Karen was relieved the bath was over, as she was becoming more that a bit aroused. But then Tess sat down on the edge of the tub and reached for the soap again. She poured a generous amount into one hand. Tess took Karen's leg and urged her closer. Karen slid one foot and then the other along side the edge of the tub where Tess sat. Tess slipped a hand between Karen's Knees and gently pushed so Karen would widen her stance and she did. Tess slid one hand up the front of Karen's leg and the other up the back.

Tess's hands found their targets at the same time and Karen drew in a deep breath and put her hand on Tess's shoulder to keep from falling. "I Don't....." She started to say

"Almost finished." Tess said and Karen went quiet. Tess let her fingers run the length of Karen's vagina a few times while her other hand was bathing her ass.

"I think I'm going to fall." Karen said. Tess stood while her fingers remained where they were. "Lean on me," Tess said. Karen draped an arm over Tess's shoulder. Tess let her fingers slide over Karen's clit while the fingers of her opposite hand caressed her ass cheeks. Karen let out a soft moan into Tess's neck.

Karen began to shake and was trying to speak. She was truly afraid she was going to climax. It had been months since she had enjoyed any type of sexual release and she had never experienced anything quite like being with another woman. But just like that Tess stopped and gently patted Karen's butt bringing her out of her trance and away from her impending orgasm. But as she stood there in the tub and it was over, she wasn't sure she was glad it had ended.

Tess suddenly became totally business, acting as if nothing had occurred at all. She turned on a hand held showerhead making sure it was quite warm before rinsing Karen thoroughly. When she was done, Tess held out a giant bath towel and Karen stepped out of the tub and was immediately wrapped up in it.

Tess said. "Come with me.' She took Karen's hand and led her through another door and down another short hall. Tess stopped and opened a door then she stepped aside and let Karen enter the room first. It was a small room with a small cabinet against one wall and a lounge chair sat next to it. In the center of the room was a massage table and a stack of towels was at one end. There were no lights anywhere to be seen but the room glowed like it was in moonlight. Then Karen looked up, a skylight was directly over the massage table and filtered light flowed through.

"Have a seat." Tess said. Karen sat in the lounger and put her feet up, crossing her legs. Tess retrieved a bottle of spring water that was setting on the counter, opened it and handed it to Karen. "It's good to stay hydrated during a massage. Drink this. When you're ready you can slip under the sheet and lay on the table face down for me." She waited but Karen did not respond. 

"Will you do that for me?" Karen heard her this time.

She said. "Oh, yes. I'm sorry I was....."

Tess used her hand to playfully muss Karen's hair. It's okay, really." Tess said. "This is your time. Spend it anyway you want.

Take a few minutes to cool down from your bath and I'll be back in a bit." And Tess left the room.

Karen laid her head back against the chair and closed her eyes. "What the hell an I doing?" She asked herself. "I knew I should have made Sandy tell me more about this place before I agreed to make an appointment." Karen opened her eyes and finished off the bottle of water. "Well it's too late now." She stood and took off the towel from the bath and tossed it in the chair. She folded the sheet back on the table and climbed up. When she had adjusted the sheet so she was completely covered she laid her head on a folded towel and closed her eyes.

She didn't know how long it had been when she heard the door open and close again. Tess walked to the table and leaned over to look at Karen's face. Karen's eyes were looking back at her. "Very good." Tess said. " I can't tell you how many times I come in to find my subject sound asleep."

If you had been just a little quieter you would have found that again." Karen said.

"Sorry." Tess offered. She stood beside the table and gently placed a hand on Karen's back right between her shoulder blades. Then she placed her other hand in the small of Karen's back. She held them there for a good minute, not moving, not speaking. When she did move she let both hands slide together then to the far side of Karen's rib cage and back to their starting place. She did that three times. 

When she was finished she walked to the foot of the table. "Do they stay asleep?" Karen asked.

"For a while.' Tess said. "But eventually they all wake up." Tess giggled and it made Karen think of how young the girl looked when she first saw her.

Tess took the sheet and folded it up so Karen's legs were totally accessible to her. She lifted first one leg and then the other, moving them to the outer edge of the bed. Tess took a squeeze bottle of massage oil and poured a good amount into one hand. She then drizzled some along the back of both legs. She rubbed her hands together to both spread the oil and to warm them before she started the massage. She lifted a foot and spent a fair amount of time working each toe, the sole of the foot, the instep and the ankle. She repeated that on the other foot. 

Tess massaged both calves and both thighs, bending knees and stretching muscles. When she finished she pulled the sheet down and moved to the head of the table. There, she folded the sheet revealing a long lean muscular back. She worked both arms applying more oil as needed. When she finished with Karen's arms the took them and pulled them over her head, letting them hang forward then she folded them and placed them under her head.

Tess worked Karen's back for fifteen minutes and covered shoulders, ribs and spine. When Tess moved to the side of the table she folded the sheet and tossed it onto the cabinet counter leaving Karen completely nude. Tess picked up a rolled towel and then she slid one hand palm upward under Karen's tummy. "Lift up for me." She said.

Karen raised her mid section and Tess slid the rolled towel under her, placing it just above her pubic mound. This position made Karen's ass to thrust upward and it caused her to arch her back. "How's that?" Tess asked.

"Honestly it feels a bit strange/," Karen said.

"Just give it a minute." Tess said. "You'll adjust to it."

Karen felt the warm oil drip onto her ass cheeks, and then Tess applied more until Karen felt the oil running down her ass crack. Tess placed both hands on Karen's ass and began to massage them. She would allow a finger or two to slip into her crack as her hands passed over. 

Karen would exhibit just the slightest acknowledgement when she did by making the slightest flinch or slowing clenching her cheek muscles. But when Tess let the fingers of her right hand slid completely between her legs and rubbing her vagina lips Karen moaned out loud. Tess placed her left hand on the small of Karen's back and rubbed up her spine as the fingers on her other hand continued to work at her pussy.

Karen turned her face into the towel and Tess watched as Karen's ass began a slow up and down rhythm matching Tess's fingers. Tess increased the speed of her fingers and Karen matched the timing with her ass pumping. Tess slowed her rubbing and Karen moaned in protest but when one of those fingers slipped into her vaginal tunnel Karen stiffened. Tess pushed her finger as far into Karen as possible and Karen rolled her pussy onto Tess's hand. 

Tess worked her that way for a while before she added a second finger and then a third. That one caused Karen to begin gasping breaths. Tess was concerned that Karen would reach orgasm too soon so she immediately slowed her fingers and then pulled them free and Karen was clenching her vaginal muscles trying to prevent their removal.

Tess drizzled more oil onto Karen's butt and this time she placed the palm of her hand on the small of Karen's back and slowly ran her hand down across her ass letting her thumb slip down into her crack. When her thumb found her ass ring she paused and used her thumb to run little circles around her anus. Each time she ran it around she would push a bit harder and finally her thumb sunk into Karen's asshole to the knuckle. Karen jerked and tried to twist sideways. Tess leaned over and put her mouth on Karen's ear.

"Do you trust me?" Tess asked. She waited. She wiggled her thumb and pushed it in farther and Karen moaned and squeezed her ass cheeks together, "Do you trust me?" She asked again.

"I Guess. But it sort of hurts." Karen said,

"Really? It hurts or did it just surprise you?" Tess asked.

"I guess." Karen said.

"Just relax. I promise I won't hurt you. Tess pressed her lips to Karen's cheek and kissed her gently. She started to roll her thumb and slowly press it into Karen.

Karen started to work her ass once again and Tess used her fingers to work on Karen's vagina and her thumb continued its anal invasion. Karen started raising her ass off of the towel and Tess slid three fingers into Karen's pussy. Tess's left hand continued to massage Karen's long slender back.

"Jesus." Karen said. "It feels so good. Um. Um. Oh God." Tess slipped her left hand under Karen's tummy and let it slip down to her find her clit. She used two fingers to trap it and a third to press up onto it, rubbing back and forth. She pushed three fingers from her right hand as far into Karen's pussy as she could and buried her thumb into her asshole. Karen was off of the table on her knees and elbows. She was grunting and gasping for air as Tess pushed her over an invisible cliff. When she started cuming her juices ran out onto Tess's hand and she started to sob. Her ass was rolling in circles onto Tess's hands. She was helpless to prevent anything. The orgasm slowly subsided and Tess remained locked onto Karen, steadily working on her sex.

"Please." Karen said. "I can't really."

"Are you sure you're finished?" Tess asked.

"I can't move. I can't breath. Jesus how did you learn to do that? How old are you anyway? Karen was rambling

"That's a lot of questions." Tess said.

"Uh huh." Karen muttered. Tess slowly pulled her thumb free and then her fingers from Karen's pussy but her left had kept hold of her clit from underneath. Tess moved to the end of the table and used her hand to cause Karen to raise her midsection thrusting her ass higher. Tess leaned in and let her lips brush Karen's vagina.

"Oh my God." Karen said. "You can't do that. Please." 

Tess's tongue spread her pussy lips and she placed a soft kiss right on Karen's sex tunnel. 

"No." Karen cried but her ass as moving again. When Tess's tongue flicked her clit and started a long sweep up her vagina stopping again at her entrance, Karen whimpered. Tess let her tongue slip into Karen and she flicked the end of her tongue and Karen rocked onto her mouth.




Karen's Massage



Tess started to suck her pussy and Karen's juice started to seep again. Tess's left hand continued to attack her clit from under her and Tess started to lap her with rapid licks running the entire length of her sex from clit to anus.

Tess sensed Karen reaching another orgasm and she shoved her tongue deep into Karen and two fingers pinched her clit. The rush started. Tess removed her tongue and dropped her mouth to cover her clit and sucked it into her mouth and Karen cried out and started fucking Tess's mouth. Karen reached behind her and grabble Tess's hair in her hand and pulled her tightly onto her cunt and rocked her ass as her climax exploded.

It was minutes before Karen eased her grip and Tess released her clit and the two separated. Karen fell onto the table and rolled onto her side. Tess straightened and when she looked up Karen was holding out her arm to Tess.

Tess moved to her and Karen pulled her down and her lips found Tess's and she kissed her as she had never kissed anyone before. Finally Tess stood and pulled a sheet over Karen and said. "Rest as long as you want. I'll bring in your clothes. 

When Tess returned Karen was still lying where she had left her. Tess stood next to her. She put her hand on Karen's cheek. "Come out when ever you're ready?"

"Tess." Karen whispered. "You have no idea how good I feel."

Tess leaned in and kissed her softly letting her tongue slip into Karen's mouth and her mouth opened and welcomed it into her mouth. When they parted Tess said. "I could tell you the same thing."

"But I didn't do anything. You did it all." Karen said.

Tess said. "Yes, but you let me. Thank you." Tess left the room.

When Karen finally emerged trough the curtain Sam as still behind the counter. There was a girl no more that nineteen or twenty setting on the couch. She was beautiful, tall, slim and athletic with a deep tan. Then Karen recognized her. She was Pamela Stone, the local girl who was fast becoming a super star on the pro tennis circuit. 

She heard the curtains move and turned expecting to see Tess. What she saw was another girl, also tall and slim and even younger looking than Tess. She was wearing the same outfit as the others. The girl walked over to her customer and greeted her. "Pamela, it's so nice to see you again. You have been away too long."

Pamela said. "I've been traveling way too much. You know I would be here if I was in town. But now I'm home for a month and I just booked sessions twice a week while I'm here. The young girl took her by the hand and when she turned she had this wonderful broad smile on her face. They disappeared down the hall.

Karen turned back to Sam. "So I never asked before." She said. "How much do I owe for today?"

Sam asked. "How was your first experience?"

"It was the best massage I ever had." Karen offered.

"Today was three hundred." Sam said.

Karen took out her credit card. "I'm not at all surprised. I hope you take credit cards." "Any and all." Sam said. She ran the card and handed it back to Karen with a receipt to sign.

As Karen signed her name Sam asked. "Would you want to book another session while you're here?"

Karen said, "Yes I would but can I ask you a question?"

"Sure." Sam said.

"Where did you find such beautiful and young girls already trained as masseuse? Karen asked.

Sam laughed. There are three of them. They are my nieces and I trained them myself. Karen looked at her. Now Sam had that wonderful smile on her face and Karen could see the resemblance.

"When would you like to return?" Sam was looking at her computer terminal apparently checking available time slots.

"Today is Wednesday, how about Saturday?" Karen said.

"Let me look. Would you like to see Tess again or one of the other girls?" Sam asked. Then she said, "Tess is available at 2 or 5. Claire who you just saw is only available at 4. Anna, my third, I'm sorry to say, is not available at all on Saturday."

Karen thought about it. "I guess I would see Tess again. Can I have the two o'clock time?

"I have you down. Tess at two." Sam said. Karen started to turn to go when Sam said. "You know, we have a special, a two girl massage for just five hundred."

Karen stopped, "You mean I could bring a friend?"

Sam laughed. "No hun, it means two masseuses for one client."

"Oh, I don't thing I'm ready for that just yet." Karen said. She thanked Sam and left walking out into the early evening dusk. She started her car and pulled out onto the street heading her new car toward her new home and her new life. Four blocks up she pulled to the curb, took out her phone and dialed a number. When the person answered Karen said. "So when could I get an appointment with both of them?" Karen wrote the information on a not pad, dropped the car into gear and drove away.

Karen was settled into a bubble bath with wine and candles when she spied the calendar on the wall. She laughed. It was February fourteenth, Valentines Day. "Well, fuck me." She said then she laughed. "I guess she already did."

Karen raised her wine glass and spoke to the empty room "Thanks Sandy. You are still my best friend."



Karen's Master Pt. 01



DISCLAIMER: This is a work of erotic fiction, the themes of which include interracial sex, cuckolding, and humiliation. If any of these themes are not to your taste, feel free to stop reading at this point. 

Part 1 -- Karen Spreads

Karen felt the heat overwhelm her as she lay back on the bed. A round drop of sweat rolled down her upper lip. Her forehead glistened. A slight breeze from the window gave her a momentary sliver of cool. But she was wet all over, having rushed over in the heat of the morning through the park, straight from dropping off the kids. The sweat made her whole body feel slippery, afloat, unreal, in the folds under her arms and her breasts. Between her legs. Her cheeks were red, and there were little flushed patches all over her body, as though it had already happened. 

She had been more than distracted, she had thought of nothing else since the phone call at the breakfast table, his name flashing up -- James -- and the whole space, a family morning scene, changing utterly in an instant. Her husband's glance, knowing, but powerless, meek. She had ducked into the garden to receive the curt summons, her first in over a week. It had felt like the longest week of her life, filled with longing, daydreams, questioning, speculation, panic, and desire. Then as she hung up, even her own children were almost invisible to her, they seemed nothing but a chore to be completed as soon as could be, terrible to think it but so true in that moment that she could not deny it to herself. 

So she had hurried from the school, almost delirious with anticipation, the sunshine bringing a sweat that she barely noticed, and it was all that she could do to keep the semblance of composure and stop herself from running all the way to his flat. The greetings of other parents, neighbours on their way to work, were all ignored. Her mind was on one thing only, her throat dry with the thought of it, the rest of her body moist, not least her sex. Her knickers -- just plain white briefs, if only she had known -- were wet by the time she got to his block, flustered and hot. And now she lay on his bed, naked, shining, waiting. He liked to make her wait. In her wildest fantasies she had wanted some kind of greeting, but he had just thrown open the door, pointed, and said the fewest words possible to her:

"On the bed. Naked. Spread."

Then he went back to his phone call, strolling into the living room in his white vest and boxers, the white of the vest setting off his jet-black skin, his biceps accentuated as he held the phone to his ear, and not a bead of sweat on him. He had not met her eye. As she lay on his bed, breathless, her desire only grew by the second as she obeyed the last of his commands and spread her legs for him. She felt shivery in the heat as she lay ready for him in this most basic and animal of postures, the human equivalent of 'presenting'. 

It excited her that he wanted her like this. She looked down at her body, thirty eight years old in a few months, a little fuller around the tummy after two births, a little longer in the breast, and it thrilled her that this body should be an object of desire for James - a black man, a man who was, in her eyes, little short of physical perfection. Oh, he didn't love her, or worship her as she worshipped him, she knew that well enough. But even to be used for his pleasure, just for a time, was a thrill enough for her. The seconds ticked by, and turned into minutes. And still Karen lay there with her legs spread, waiting for him. 

She looked down at her cunt. It looked and felt beautiful to her now, no longer a thing to be hidden away, intellectualised out of existence, but the centre of her being. It was as if her whole life and soul radiated out from between her legs. It made her laugh to remember that she had once thought herself a feminist. No, she thought, this cunt is me, open, glistening, waiting to be penetrated and used for its Master's coarse pleasure. That was her reason for being, above all others. The little coiled hairs had grown back, and there was a trim bush that she hoped would not displease him. 

It had been eleven days since she had last been here. As she waited, feverish, Karen wondered again who he had been with. She had tried to bat away feelings of jealousy. For one thing, she was a married woman herself. More importantly she knew that a man like James was too great a sexual force to ever restrict himself, he was a man who saw whatever he wanted as his right to take, and the world generally went along with that. 

He had had many women, she knew that. He had different 'interests' that he liked to pursue, some of which he had told her about and some of which she had picked up in their five-month acquaintance. There were black women. He still had a taste for 'sisters', and she had even seen him once by chance in the street, with a proud, shapely young woman with extravagant golden braided hair, who had seemed to look down her nose at Karen as though she pegged her as a rival, despite the affectation of not knowing each other that Karen and James had performed. Then he liked what he called 'party girls'. When pressed, it seemed like this meant young white girls, often teenagers, that he picked up in clubs. But he never went back to them, he just used them once then threw them away -- his words. He also liked to try women of different races and nationalities, and he had boasted once that he had had Chinese, Japanese, Indian, Latino, French and any kind of women you cared to mention. But what made it so hard to hold off her jealousy was also, perversely, the thing that should have given her comfort. James's greatest interest, his passion, his 'hobby' as he had once called it, was fucking married white women. 

So on the one hand, Karen knew that she fell into his favourite category of sexual adventure. On the other hand, she knew it was unusual for him to go that long -- eleven days -- without indulging in his passion. All of which led her to the suspicion that there was another little white wife on the scene, which choked her in a way that no number of party-girl or 'sister' rivals ever could. She resolved, somehow, to try to find out. But for now, she was glad to be back in his bed, waiting. 

It must have been half an hour at least that she lay there. It felt longer. She gasped inwardly when he appeared in the doorway, a slight sneer breaking his lip. She was wide-eyed, gazing at him, and she stretched her legs a little wider, offering her cunt, showing him. He grinned and nodded slightly -- good girl, he seemed to be saying. She started to breathe heavily as he took his vest off in one movement, displaying that beautiful tall black torso from above her. 

Then the boxers came down. This was it, hello again, God she had missed it terribly, this thing of dark, veined beauty that occupied almost all of her waking thoughts. His cock. Flaccid, heavy, swaying, menacing, magnificent. Black. Jet black. A thing of worship. Conqueror of countless women. How many gloried in it as she did? Quite a few in all likelihood. He held it gently in one hand, teasingly brushed the tip against her wet cunt lips as it stiffened. 

"Oh God. Oh James. Please ..."

This wasn't like the first time, when she had feared it. She knew she could take it all, in her cunt, feel the thick, long, hot darkness inside her, taking over her body. She was proud of her cunt, proud that it had been in a state of perfect union with such a God-like cock and taken it all. She was bigger inside, looser, since the kids, she knew that, and Richard had remarked on it, their sex life had suffered, and she could feel herself that her husband's penis would never fit snugly again but thrash about awkwardly, as if lost. So for a time she had felt some loss. But now, with James, it was so, so different. His penetration, his power, his fucking, was something altogether different to whatever she had done with Richard. This was a man and a woman in union as God intended. His cock becoming her, taking her body, owning her. 

It only made the anticipation more intense as she saw it reach its full growth in his hand, and he stepped forward to claim her married cunt again. Almost touching, looking, gasping. The size of it. Then the first contact, always electric, so different. The huge brown head on her wet lips, barging her clit, shoving rudely like a battering ram for the length it led. She groaned, loud, shameless, as he slid inside her and started to slowly thrust. She felt whole again, a whole woman, with the missing piece restored, as though her spine had been removed and replaced. The shudder came so quickly, maybe the third thrust, as she came for the first time. He looked down at her, savouring his conquest, then took over and went at her hard and selfish, almost wild. To be fucked so hard by that cock, for so long, took her to another plane, one she could never quite recapture when she masturbated. There were shrieks and moans, gallons of sweat pouring out of her. He stopped for a second -- after 10 minutes? 20? 30? -- to flip her onto all fours. 

Again he made her wait for a moment. She waited for the hot tip of the cock to touch her wet behind, but felt a hard spank instead, and orgasmed again. He carried on slapping her as he fucked her from behind, and his black hips slapped into her ample white flesh to create a parallel and continuous slap. Her tits swayed furiously as he pounded her. She knew he liked to see that, and knowing it added to her delirium. When he was close to coming, he grabbed her waist so hard, thrust his hips so hard, went so far inside her with his cock that she felt it must break her. She felt the extra throb in his cock as the white essence gushed out into her cunt. Ten, twenty ever harder thrusts, and he was done with her. 

That was all he wanted that day. He woke up wanting a hard fuck, he told her. She thanked him for calling her and not someone else. Was it because she was closest, she asked, half-joking. He didn't quite answer but told her:

"I felt like fucking another man's wife. Some white pussy."

As they lay there in the heat she took his cock into her mouth, gently, cleaned it for him, lovingly and greedily, with her tongue. Then he had to go, but instead of kicking her out, full of his cum, as he had done so many times, he told her she could stay in the flat if she wanted. Karen was thrilled, overwhelmed with gratitude. Just to be there in his bed, alone, fucked, used, trusted.

***

Snooping. Such a thrill, tiptoeing naked around his flat. Not quite naked - she had pulled on her plain white panties, out of some strange sense of shy half-propriety, covering her sated pussy, filled with his seed. Knowing he could bound through the door at any moment (although he probably wouldn't) just added to the excitement. Obsessed with James, she wanted to know more about him. She wanted to know his secrets. She opened drawers, and felt a frisson of fear each time, giving her goosebumps. 

Did he have porn? Every man did, that's what her husband had told her, shamefaced, when she had discovered his bizarre box in their basement. That day came back to her as she gently poked around James's bedroom. Richard's fallen face when she showed him. His stumbling attempts to explain. Then the tears and the confessions. She had looked through it all, horrified but fascinated. DVDs. Women's underwear. Magazines, some straight top shelf stuff, others with stronger images of sex acts. Always the same theme, the same types -- black men and white women. Karen had never seen black men's cocks before. She had felt more than a tingling as she leafed through it all, alone in the basement, seeing those thick, long, smooth dark organs, so different to Richard's pale flabby little thing. Then the faces of the women, white women like her, some young, some middle-aged. Looking at the camera with black cocks in their mouths. 

One picture, one pretty white brunette in particular had captivated Karen, and despite her feelings of revulsion she kept going back to look at that one. The woman's grey-blue eyes looking straight at the camera. Her pretty lips stretched, mouth wide, filled with a thick, dark, black man's cock. A hint of a grin, a beckoning, or a challenge, dimpling those soft white cheeks. The eyes too seemed to speak to her. Ooh, look at me. Aren't I a bad girl? You're no better. I know you're curious. I know you're excited. You're thinking about it now. You'd love to try it. She had put the box away, taken a long shower, masturbating, then waited for her husband to come home. 

Did James have something like that? She couldn't imagine it. Her husband was a fantasist, a pervert. James was a man. He lived in the real world, for himself. He didn't have to dream about sex between black men and white women, about what it was like to feed a long black cock into a waiting white pussy. About what it was like to see it. No, she couldn't imagine it. But she kept looking all the same. In his drawers. Under the bed. Then in his wardrobe. There. A white box, larger than a shoebox, heavy as she eased it to the floor. Shocked when she opened it, but it soon became clear and she exhaled heavily, a mixture of relief and excitement. This was James's private collection, no doubt about that. But this was pictures of real people, of James himself. This was real life, photographed, not some fantasy world. Karen sat on the floor in her white knickers, breathed deeply, her heart pounding, and prepared herself for the thrill of it, the excitement of what she was about to do and see. She couldn't resist. The risk that he might return -- what would he do? Punish her? It was all part of it. She was going to take her time. She wanted to see all of it. 

There were pictures, prints. Lots of women and girls, on James's bed, nude, in their underwear. Tied up. That's a thought. Kneeling, mouth open. Taken from above. She knew that pose. He liked that. Liked making her wait like that, teasing her with his cock, showing it to her, right in her face, coming close to her lips, but not letting her lick, not letting her suck as she longed to, till he was good and ready. The pictures backed up his boasts, there were all kinds of women in there. These were just the ones he had photographed -- how many more were there? Karen herself had never been photographed, and she had been here countless times. There were pictures with James in them. Usually his cock. In a woman's mouth. Penetrating white pussy as his conquest lay back on the bed, legs spread joyfully. 

There were a couple of toys. Handcuffs. Then a metal chain, which she pulled, and out came a full leash and handle with a metal-studded leather dog collar. A little shiver when she saw that. He had never shown it to her, never suggested it. Hands trembling, she raised the collar, tried it on around her neck, felt the cold metal studs on her hot skin, and felt light-headed. Oh, she wanted that. How could she let him know? She sat and savoured the thought for a while.

She had almost reached the bottom of the box. There were some DVDs, plain, homemade. Another time maybe. If only she could ask him, and watch them with him. Real video, she had no doubt of that. James with other women. Watching porn together had perked up her sex life with Richard a little after her discovery and his pathetic blubbed confessions. Things had developed a little. It started with straight 70s stuff, then when she asked for something 'different', out came the ones with the black men and white women. She had loved those as much as her husband did. It showed in the sex. They gradually started talking more, and she made no secret of it, her enjoyment of those. He always let her choose which ones to watch, and she always chose her favourite black 'actors', envying the women, those sluts. 

Right at the bottom, a plain black album. His prize possession? It felt like it somehow. She carefully opened it. On the first page, a wedding photo. A young white couple, the husband handsome if a little short. The beaming bride in her twenties, the picture looked to be about fifteen years old judging from her shoulder length wavy hairstyle. Then on the facing page, a woman on her knees, James's cock in her mouth, looking up at him, wide-eyed, as he took the picture. The same woman. Older now, around forty maybe. Her wedding and engagement rings clearly visible against the black veined skin of his cock as she gently held it. The next page had pictures of her spread out on his bed, the way he liked his women to wait for him, and then one of him fucking her, her face flushed pink. 

Karen's heart walloped against her breast as she turned the pages. Who was this woman? Was this album all about her? But then on the next page, another wedding photo. A different couple. Bouffant hair, cheap and chintzy dress, this must have been taken in the eighties, and the couple had a working class look about them. Then opposite, as before, the white wife servicing James, wedding ring and all. So this was his private collection. His hobby in an album. Karen herself hadn't even made it into his married white sluts album. The pages went on in the same format, wedding photo of the happy couple, then the slut conquered by James on the following page or pages. Couple after couple. She counted seventeen in all. There were a few gimmicky, kinky shots, where James had had a little fun. One was of him fucking a woman in front of pictures of her wedding and her children, obviously in her home. There was one woman fucked in her wedding dress by James, not long after the wedding judging by the comparison with the real wedding shot -- she still looked young. There were a couple of real nasty, hot ones. Those were the ones that Karen kept flicking back to. One, a white woman with her legs spread. On the page facing, as usual, were the woman on her wedding day and her hapless husband. She appeared to have a small tattoo just next to her cunt, which Karen could just about make out -- did that say 'James's Bitch'? Karen started to touch herself when she saw that. Then another, a wife wearing the dog collar she had found in the box, kneeling at James's feet, with her Master holding the leash. 

Karen was breathing hard as she closed the book. Something stuck in her memory, more than all the shocking and thrilling images she had seen. A woman's face, familiar somehow. She flicked back through the collection of wives. There she was, the one Karen remembered, close to the end of the book. Dark curly hair, slim, Jewish-looking. The usual slut poses. Jewish wedding photograph. Karen racked her memory as she put the box away and lay back on the bed. She tried to empty her mind and let it come to her. Her fingers drifted into her panties again. Then it came. Rachel. A member of her husband's tennis club. On the board of directors at the kids' school. A lawyer or something? A magistrate. A slut. 

She had been in James's flat alone for two hours when her phone rang. It was him.

"You still there?"

"Yes James. I'm sorry, do you want me to leave?"

"No. Stay. I want a bitch on my bed when I get back. So wait there, assume the position ..." he laughed, "don't know when I'll be back though."

"Of course James. But I have to leave at three to collect the kids."

"OK. I'll get someone else round if I'm not back then."

Then he hung up. Something stung her in his last words, but somehow thrilled her a little as well. She was just a piece of cunt to him, interchangeable and replaceable. She was just one of over a dozen married white women that he had fucked and used, in some cases even branded as his property. She had to look in the album again. She wanted what they had, these sluts. She had part of it, but not all of it. How could she show him?

After a quick shower, and one last lingering browse through James's collection of married women and cuckolded white men, Karen lay back on the bed again. She peeled her knickers down and spread her legs. Then she waited. It was almost one. She knew she might be waiting here like his whore for two hours and not get fucked at the end of it. But she liked it, she wanted to go further, submit her body to him for his use, whether he took advantage or not. The clock ticked away, the occasional breeze drifting across her naked white body. As it got closer to three, she started to feel regret. She wondered who he would call to take her place. Finally, reluctantly, having left it as late as she possibly could, she dressed and closed the door behind her. Out in the street, in a hurry just as she had been in the morning, she hardly noticed the people she passed. She had already dashed past a blur of a woman, slim, black curly hair, a few grey streaks. Then she turned. Was it Rachel? She strained to see the woman's face and catch her direction. She couldn't quite see. The woman turned left towards James's flat. Karen wanted to follow, but had to get the children, so she marched off again in the opposite direction, more flustered than ever.



Karen's Master Pt. 02



DISCLAIMER: This is a work of erotic fiction, the themes of which include interracial sex, cuckolding, and humiliation. If any of these themes are not to your taste, feel free to stop reading at this point. 

*

Karen's fingers were shaking as she held the photograph, checking for the third time that she had brought it as she waited for James to answer the door. She could have made a copy, but she had ripped it straight out of the wedding album. It felt like more of an offering that way, a sacrifice, and token of obeisance. Richard would not notice it was gone, not for a long time. Perhaps his mother would be the first to notice, she always liked to look through the albums when she came. 

She looked down at the photo, the happy couple. Richard beaming proudly, Karen slim, white, innocent. No hint of what the future held for this marriage, for this couple. The thought excited her somehow. The beautiful contrast between the innocence of the picture and the wicked destiny she was leading it to, the sordid design which had held the tingle in her panties ever since she had taken it from the album and secreted it away in her handbag while she waited for the summons from James. It had only been four days as it turned out, but those days had been torture more than ever before, now that she had seen a glimpse of James's world. Who was he with? How far was he going with his hobby this time?

Karen felt her knees weaken and hurriedly pushed the picture into her bag as James opened the door. He moved aside to let her enter, then slammed the door. He said nothing. He placed his hands gently on her shoulders. She knew what that command meant, and sank to her knees, shuddering. 

"James, I ... "

He placed two black fingers over her mouth, the inside skin white and hard against her lips. 

"Don't talk, bitch. Later."

His hand moved to his fly. She knew what he wanted. He seemed impatient, he had a need to be fulfilled and as always Karen was thrilled to think it was her that he wanted to please him. The sharp crackle of the zip as it lowered rang loud in her ears. Time seemed to stand still. Now she was the impatient one. Her breasts moved under her heavy breath as she waited, kneeling, her tongue sliding about involuntarily inside her mouth, salivating at what she was about to receive. The heavy, heaving bulge on the black lycra. Dormant power. Her eyes were fixed on the thing, her mind empty of everything, giving itself to worship this thing. Her body, knees digging into the carpet, her full, sagging breasts, her stretchmarked belly, her moistening cunt, all of it had but one purpose which was to serve this thing, to worship it and give it pleasure. This cock. How much of every day did she spend thinking and dreaming about it? What a slut, what an air-headed bimbo she had become, thinking only of this black man's cock all day. But it felt so right, so natural. When she let her mind wander, this was where it wandered to. Why resist nature?

He reached into the lycra shorts and took the thing out, letting it swing down heavily in front of her face. 

"Oh God," she gasped involuntarily at the sight of the beautiful black organ. Her heart thumped, she was breathing heavily as she opened her mouth and let her tongue extend to lick it. 

The hot touch of the cock against her tongue was just as magical as the first time. She licked, lovingly, with the tip of her tongue, all along the immense length of it, worshipping with all the restraint she could muster. She knew he liked it slow like that. She licked down the growing shaft to his huge black balls, and applied her tongue lower down, all around his crinkled dark globes of pure manhood. His first groan of approval sent shivers all over her kneeling body. How she loved to please him! 

The mighty cock was stiffening now, growing in length and girth to what Karen knew to be a quite awesome full size. Sometimes she found herself laughing out loud when she thought of the comparison with her husband's floppy little thing. Karen knew what James liked. She continued to lick along the shaft and under the bulbous round head, tickling it with her tongue, until the moment that James gave the unspoken command to suck. 

After several minutes of devoted tongue-ing from her kneeling position, the command came. He grabbed the hair on the back of her head into his fist, almost forcing her mouth wide open. Obediently she opened wide, took the black cock head into her mouth and sucked, eyes up on James as if for approval, she knew he liked that too. The head was quite a mouthful, not much smaller than a tennis ball, and she sucked it gently while stroking her tongue along the taught groove underneath. My oh my. Now she was groaning with pleasure too. Her cheeks tightened with each sucking motion, but the cock filled her mouth so much there was little movement, just the tightening of the little muscles in her cheeks. Slowly she worked down, extending as much as she could of the huge thing down into her throat. 

She had practised at home for him, wanting to do better for him, give him the pleasure he deserved. She had bought a huge black toy (her husband had seen it and made no comment), which of course had multiple uses, and practised until she was now quite accomplished at taking such a large thing into her throat. She could see that it was pleasing James as she took it almost all the way, up and down. Like a real whore. His married white whore. Karen knew she had competition and wanted to get the edge however she could. 

She felt the cock penetrate her throat, avoiding the gagging that would spoil his pleasure. It was so deep that she felt the wiry, black pubic hairs brush against her nose, inhaling their musky, manly smell. Her pretty face, the face in the wedding picture, just an orifice, just a cunt for his cock to fuck now. Her whole head and neck like an elaborate white cunt for him. He felt it and made some slow thrusts, fucking her mouth and throat. She made a muffled groan of approval, and he grabbed her hair again and thrust harder. When Richard had tried to thrust into her mouth, early in their marriage, she had reacted with fury, throwing him off and rejecting him for days. With James it was so different. She wanted him to fuck her head like this, to do whatever he wanted with her body, she just wanted to satisfy his cock. 

Her face was red, there were tears in her eyes as the intense fucking and sucking went on, Karen on her knees in the hallway, James standing imperious over her, using her face as his fuck-toy. She lost her sense of time, caught up in the physical sensation of having her mouth and throat filled with cock as never before, being fucked and used so beautifully, so selfishly. Her make up that she had spent so long applying, wanting to look pretty for James in her middle age, all a mess now of cock juice and sweat and tears. It was not just physical, it was overwhelming emotionally for her. Never had she felt so subservient, such as sense of worship and gift of herself to another. Her Master. 

His grunting and thrusting was getting wilder, he arched his strong back and it was all she could do to keep her mouth on the thing, keep sucking when she could and stay on her knees. He grabbed her head with some violence now and held it down on his cock, deep in her throat. She braced herself and felt the hot jet in her throat, opening further, determined to take it all. She felt it pump through his cock, ten, twelve pumps, then slow, the cock mercifully relenting and softening in her mouth. A lot of cum had gone straight down her throat, now the fat cock head lay on her tongue, still oozing white essence. She savoured it in her mouth, licking the head again, then gazed up at James as she swallowed. 

He grinned. "Good girl," he said, the closest to praise she had had in a long time. 

She was still fully dressed, on her knees, face-fucked and used, full of his cum. Deliriously happy. She had never swallowed for Richard, in fact the very thought disgusted her. But for James it seemed a beautiful thing, an act of worship and devotion. Signifying something. A special bond, stronger than her marriage bond. Ownership. 

He lifted her by her hair, a cruel contempt in his eyes, so aware and sure of his power over her. He zipped up. 

"Thank you James," she said, wiping her mouth and dabbing at her mascara.

"OK. Now get out of here, bitch, I got things to do today."

"Wait ... please, James. I have something for you. Something special," she pleaded as he ushered her out the door. 

She took the wedding photograph from her bag and put it in his hand. He looked down at it, grinned with cocksure recognition, then slammed the door in her face.

***

Karen felt her phone vibrate as she stood chatting to the other mothers waiting to collect their children. That name, she felt her heart thump when she saw it. James. Excusing herself from the conversation, she collected herself as best she could and answered.

"James! I'm so happy you're calling me ..."

"So you been pokin' round my house bitch?"

"I ... yes ... James I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I was so excited. I wanted to know you better. To be better for you. Give you what you need. James you know ... I'll do anything for you James. Anything."

"Get over here tonight. Nine. Your husband will understand." Then he hung up.

***

It was the first time she had been to James's place in the hours of darkness since that first time she had given herself to him, and walking the dark street on the approach called it back into her mind, walking that night, shaking with nerves, compelled by her own desire and frustration to go home with this man she had only met a couple of hours before. Walking away from the pub with a black man, feeling the eyes on her, a white woman walking away from her husband, the flush of alcohol taking her inhibition away, the black man's hand on the seat of her jeans as they stepped through the door. The black man her husband had met online, cultivated and now introduced to her, how strange and twisted, yet how exciting and irresistible at the same time. A very modern way of meeting to be sure, but the mixture of fear and exhilaration, pride and shame that she felt when she looked up at this dark man, or looked at her white hand in his black hand, was distinctly un-modern. Ancient, primal somehow. More powerful than modern morality or political correctness. A feeling, a magnetism, something natural that was sweeping all before it. 

That feeling had only grown in power from that first night until now, as Karen obeyed his summons and walked in her evening high heels up to those same steps, those same emotions ... fear at what he might do to her, excitement at not knowing, the thrill of being in his power ... they were all still there, magnified tenfold. 

Trembling fingers as she knocked. The usual wait in the dark hall. The door swept open. James, she could barely meet his eyes, beckoning her inside. A camera on a tripod in middle of the living room. He looked down at her shoes. 

"Take your clothes off. Leave the shoes on."

He left the room and she disrobed as quickly as she could so that when he returned she stood, naked and exposed, in only her high heels, like a piece of merchandise available for his use. When James returned she shivered as she glanced at his hand. He was carrying the dog collar and chain, and what looked like a riding crop.

"So you want to be my bitch Karen? Not just a fucktoy, a real bitch, like those whores you saw when you poked around here? You think you're up to that?"

"Yes ... oh yes James. Anything ... please let me ... be your ... bitch."

It felt strange saying that word out loud. Strange but thrilling. 

"A bitch needs training. You ready to be trained?"

"Yes James. Please train me to be your bitch."

"First of all I gotta punish you. Don't ever snoop around my place like that again."

"S...Sorry James. I won't, I swear."

"Bend over, bitch."

She bent over and touched her toes, exposing her ample, fleshy middle-aged bottom to him. She had bent for him before, but this time was different. Before she had felt the intoxicating anticipation of feeling the huge tip of his cock touch her pussy lips from behind. Now she waited for something else, something painful, something she had never experienced before. If anything the fear she felt brewed up an even greater excitement, as though something life-changing was about to happen to her. She was wet between her legs, and a bead of sweat dripped from her forehead, flushed from her upside-down posture. The seconds ticked by. James knew the power of making a woman wait. She knew something about what was coming, but didn't quite know what or when.

For a split second she heard the swish of the crop through the air, then felt a ringing, stinging pain as the first blow struck her. She couldn't remember a sharper feeling of pain, different from the agonizing ache of childbirth. She cried out, agony and ecstasy. 

"You like that, bitch?"

"Y... Yes James. Thank you."

Another whiplash, without warning. Tears in her eyes now. Then another, and another in quick succession. She had never been physically punished before. Through the pain and tears she could feel a kind of liberation, a glorious submission that took her outside of her humdrum self. One more savage blow, he was merciless now, enjoying his mastery and power. Then the hardest blow, and he appeared to stop. 

Karen was holding back the tears and the stinging radiated from her behind now as he left her there, bent, naked, exposed, punished, humiliated. She felt a drop roll down the back of her thigh, the part she could never quite shed the cellulite from ... was it sweat? Blood?

"On your knees now, bitch. Kneel."

She sank to her knees and looked up at him, mascara running down her cheeks. 

"Anything to say to me before we start your training?"

"Th ... Thank you James."

He smiled, then dropped the crop. He retrieved the dog collar from his belt. 

"You gonna take the collar now bitch. Bow your head for the collar."

She did as he commanded and lowered her head, exposing the back of her neck to him. Her whole body tingled with pleasure as she felt the cold metal of the studs on her neck, James's black fingers wrapping the leather around and fastening it. It felt mesmeric to feel it around her, on her knees for her Master, accepting the collar as a symbol of her status and role, her glorious submission, more than just a physical restraint that would facilitate his use of her. 

"Down bitch."

She looked up at him, confused ... she was already on her knees. 

"Right down. Kiss my feet."

She obeyed and stooped at his feet, feeling the tug of the leash on her neck as she did so. Her cold, trembling lips touched his black shoes and she puckered and kissed.

"Lick."

She extended her tongue and without a thought began this ultimate submission and abasement, licking at his shoes. She felt the reverence, the worship, the primal exchange, and wallowed in it as she licked. All her love for her Master was playing out in her lapping, her leashed body giving utterly to him, so deserving of this. 

***

Karen was sore as she crept back into her own bed. Richard was asleep, or at least pretending to be. She looked at the clock ... 04:38. Her training, a thrilling adventure, flashed through her mind. Being led around like a dog on all fours, leashed and collared. The perverted photos James had taken for his album. James standing, holding the leash, Karen on her knees at his feet, eyes on the camera. Another, with his huge flaccid cock draped over her shoulder ... a display of ownership, the cock owned her. Perhaps he would use that one opposite the pretty wedding picture she had given him. 

Then finally, the reward, he had given his bitch what she came for, his cock ... he had never fucked her so hard. She had never been drilled and pounded like that, so intensely, for so long, losing all sensation and thought til she felt that being fucked was all that existed. Then when he flipped her around, a new experience, something she had never felt before as he forced the huge cock head into her smaller, drum-tight hole. Pain, mixed with pleasure, just like the whipping she had taken, the cheeks still raw and sore from that as he pushed further into her. She wanted to accommodate him and finally she did as he thrust gloriously in and she felt his pubes touch her scars. His muscular thighs slapped against her as he buggered her mercilessly. Then hot cum inside there, another new sensation.

Now she ached with pleasure, felt the soreness in her cunt and behind, kept in her panties as she lay back in her own bed, too excited to sleep, thinking of her new life as James's bitch, used and happy. How far she had come. She felt pride as she delicately traced her fingers along her scars as she lay in bed, there on her now, for her husband to see the next day perhaps, as she climbed out of the shower, a sign to show him how utterly she was owned by another, a kind of branding. The mark of her Master.