Feeding Mom

 I get why everyone says my mom is smoking hot. She's young, and with all the money my dad makes, she doesn't have much to do all day except work out, tone her body, and look nice. But what most people don't get is how much of a bitch she can be.

I was in the middle of a videogame with my friend Jon when my mom came home carrying some groceries. She must have gone to the gym beforehand, because she was wearing just her black sports bra, skin tight pants, and looked sweaty.

"Drew, can you help me and get the rest of the groceries from the car?" she called to me. Jon and I were right in the middle of a fierce game.

"In a minute," I yelled back. She was setting down the groceries on the counter.

"No, Drew, now! The milk is going to go bad."

"I'm in the middle, mom!" I yelled, but she wasn't having that. She walked right over and stood in the front of the tv. My view of the screen was now completely obstructed by her sweaty flat midriff.

"Mom!" I yelled, as she bent over and unplugged my console from the wall. Putting one small white hand on her curvy hips defiantly, she pointed at the door to the garage and barked, "Now!"

I grumbled all the way to the car and brought in all the groceries, having to take three trips to do so. She bought so much stuff.

When I got back, she was sitting in my place on the couch, reclining, talking to my friend Jon. My mom had always been very friendly to Jon, probably because as a rich white family, we didn't have a lot of black people in our personal lives.

I hovered over my mom.

"Did you get them all?" she asked me sternly, and I gritted my teeth and nodded. Only then did she giggle and stand up from the couch.

"Well, I feel all gross; I'm going to take a shower," she called to us both, walking away towards her room, "Bye Jon."

"Bye Mrs. Brown," Jon called back. I sat down in my seat; it was all sticky and wet from my mom's sweaty bare body.

"Fucking bitch," I mumbled to my friend, "She always fucks everything up."

"I didn't really mind," my friend returned, grinning, "I like talking to her."

"Yeah, yeah, your stupid crush."

"It's not a stupid crush," Jon said, "Your mom is a fine piece of white meat, Drew. Did you see her body in that sports bra? She's got an amazing toned stomach, like some kind of beach volleyball player. And the jiggle in that tight elastic bra was like she was fucking going through puberty. Not to mention that juicy ass of hers, warm and ripe like a goddamn fuckable peach. I wouldn't mind taking a bite out of those cheeks."

"Shut up. You treat her like she's some hottie from our school, but she's not, she's just my bitch mom."

"Yeah, your bitch mom who I'd like to grab by her curly brown hair and make moan."

"Fuck you."

"Damn, you're really mad, aren't you?"

"She just orders me around and then responds so disproportionately."

The sound of her turning on the shower echoed through the room. You could tell Jon was imagining her taking off her sticky gym clothes and running her soft white body under the steamy hot water.

"Well, have you ever tried to do something about it?" Jon asked.

"What do you mean?"

"If you don't like the way she treats you, have you tried to do something about it?"

"Not fucking really," I offered, "My dad is always out of town on business, I haven't seen him in a month so there's nothing I can really say to him. And since she provides my fucking bed, and cooks my meals, and gives me all my money, I don't see what else I could do."

"Have you tried something, well, a little more covert?" Jon grinned.

"I don't know what you mean," I said, quizzically.

"You could always fuck with her secretly," he suggested, "Fart on her pillow. Piss in her shampoo. Cum in her food."

"That's fucking disgusting," I told him, "I'm not cumming in my mom's food."

"I'll do it," Jon offered a little too eagerly, standing up from his seat and heading to the kitchen. "This is your mom's coconut milk, right? The one only she drinks?"

"Yeah," I said, still unsure of what to think as he walked back to the couch carrying it, "It's not like there's anyone in this house but me and her, and I'm not drinking any of that healthy crap."

"That's good," he said, sitting back down, "Just let me take care of it then."

I don't know why I wasn't more surprised when Jon whipped out his dick right there. I had never seen my friend's penis before, but since he was black, I guess I always just expected it was on the larger side. He seemed to have no shame about pouring a little of the milk into his palm and beginning to stroke fiercely his soft black cock.

I opened my mouth to start to offer an objection, but Jon shushed me down. I shrugged. Maybe this would be funny.

For a while, the only sounds were the running hot water, some small echoes of her high pitched singing voice as she washed her body, and the rhythmic slap as Jon beat his meat across from me.

Jon finally broke the silence, asking me strainedly, "Can you hand me that?" He was pointing at a framed photo on the table beside me.

"Uhh, sure," I said, grabbing it. It was a photo of my mom from the summer, her brown curly hair at her shoulder, big sunglasses over her face, and she was completely bare save for a striking blue bikini that left most of her white fit body exposed.

I handed the image of my mom to my friend, and he licked his lips staring at it. The whoosh of his hand on his cock became louder. I tapped my fingers, waiting patiently and watching my friend beat off, until he flashed me a smile.

"Here we go," he said, dipping the head of his hard cock into the mouth of the coconut milk jug. Stroking just softly at the base, he writhed his legs and began to cum, and I could hear the splash as the jets of cum hit the liquid in the container, splash after splash after splash.

With the sounds of my mom's shower still present, he removed his softening cock from the milk jug, and wiped the excess jizz on its lips. "Just making sure we get it all in," he reassured me.

Putting the cap back onto the jug, he shook it a few times vigorously before putting his spent cock back in his pants and zipping up.

"Perfect," he said, standing up to return the jug to the refrigerator, "Just wait until she drinks this."

I allowed myself a hearty laugh. Whatever reservations I had had, they seemed to disappear when I realized how funny this secret punishment would be.

We had started playing another video game when my mom walked in, finished with her shower. Her curly brown hair was still slightly wet, but she had on a casual low cut black-and-white-striped dress that hugged her body tightly and left a fair amount of cleavage with her moderate boobs.

"I think videogame time is over," she said, coming over the couch, "I want to watch tv."

"But mom, we just began," I retorted angrily.

"Hush," she uttered dismissively, "I need you to start to fix dinner anyway."

I groaned and stood up, and she took my place on the couch, reclining fully again with the remote.

"You don't mind Jon, do you?" she asked politely in her cute high pitched voice.

"No ma'am," answered my grinning friend, who seemed happy to get to stare at her body in that finely fitting dress.

From the kitchen, I could see into the television room where the two watched. I began going through the fridge, filling a pot of water to boil, and fixing a salad. When I looked up, my friend had joined my mom on the couch, her knees bent and curled down to make room for him with her reclined outstretched body. When I had fished the pasta out of the water and strained it, she had switched positions, so that her curly head of hair was now squat in his lap with her feet outstretched to the other side. She was on her side to see the television, which must have given Jon a full view down the cleavage of her dress.

"Well," Jon said, starting to stand up, patting my mom on her hips so that she'd move her head from his warm lap, "I should be going home. Thanks for letting me spend time over, Mrs. Brown."

"Don't mention it," my mom politely squealed, grabbing a pillow to replace where her head was resting.

"See you later, man," Jon said to me, winking as I finished making dinner.

A few minutes passed and I had everything ready. My mom stood up lazily from where she had been resting on the couch and sat down at the dinner table. I had everything on the table already.

"Can you grab my coconut milk?" called my mom, sitting down. I froze, but then smiled to myself and grabbed the tampered jug from the fridge.

I ate my pasta slowly, watching her carefully from across the table. So far she had opened the jug, poured its spunky liquid into her glass, but she hadn't taken a sip. She looked tired, and she twirled her pasta with her fork into small bites.

Finally, she swallowed a small bite, and then reached for the glass. I began to feel nervous, what if she could taste it? What would I say? Should I stop her now? How would I explain myself?

But I was too late. She parted her dainty lips and let the white milk flow into her mouth and down her throat. I could see each gulp as it passed into her body. She downed the glass of my friend's cum in that one go; she had to pour herself more from the on-hand jug.

Not only did she not seem to notice the tons of jizz my friend had squirted in her beverage, it seemed to wake her up a bit. She smiled at me chipperly after, asked me about my day, and started being not a total bitch to me for the first time all afternoon.

But every time she reached for the glass and took a gulp, I couldn't help but imagine my friend's big black cock right next to her mouth. She was opening her gullet and letting him shove that black cock in, convulse between her lips, and send his white sticky seed into her body. Every time she took a sip of his cum, that was all I could see.

The meal finished, my mom offered to finish the dishes, but then she was heading out to meet some friends. I sat with her, her cleavage wobbling in that dress as she cleaned each dish, and then she leaned in to kiss me goodbye before she left.

Reluctantly, I let her plant a big wet one on my cheek, but then the moment she left I scrubbed my face hard in the bathroom.

My mom drank that coconut milk for breakfast, she had a glass with lunch, after the gym, and with dinner. Every time she took it out of the fridge, an evil smile spread across my face as I watched her unwillingly consume all that semen squirted from my friend's sweaty cock and balls. When I told Jon how much she was drinking, he smiled widely and gave me a big high five.

When she had gulped down the entire jug and started a new one, Jon simply defiled that one too. Every time Jon came over now, we waited until my mom was out of the house or in the other room and I would sit across from Jon as he held the bikini photo of my mom and squeezed out a fat sticky load for her to drink down.

In the next few weeks, not only did my mom not notice that her drinks were full of Jon's cum, but she seemed to drink even more. I had never really paid attention to how much she drank, but these days, it felt like she was always pouring herself a big glass of my friend's cum and then licking the excess white milk off her puffy lips.

It became a common sight to come home and see my mom, sweaty and half naked from the gym, gulping down the defiled white liquid right from the jug, a small trail dripping from the corner of her petite mouth.

Jon never seemed to tire of dipping his cockhead into the liquid and filling it up with some warm new nutrients for my mom.

After a few weeks of cumming in her milk, we devised new tricks. Jon came in her shampoo, in her yoghurt containers, in her special margarine and her egg beaters and her salad dressing. Pretty soon, almost everything my mom ate or drank was diluted with the sticky white mess Jon dripped from his cock every time he visited. Pretty soon, I joked, he might as well just ejaculate right onto her face.

There came to be one day, though, when things got too far. I slept in instead of picking up some dry cleaning that my mom needed, and she was so furious that she took my Xbox and sold it on the internet.

"What a goddamn bitch!" I steamed to Jon that afternoon, "I want to punish her fucking so hard for this."

Jon laughed. "I can make an extra big wad for her today," he said, eager to start her punishment, "I'll give her a second serving of nut butter in her cream cheese."

"No, that's not going to work this time," I responded furiously, "We can't keep being covert. We have to teach her a lesson, show her that she can't just be such a bitch this time."

"What, like blackmail her? Get her to buy you a new Xbox?" Jon suggested.

"Yeah, that's it exactly!"

I started rambling about how we were going to find something on her, something that would put her on her knees in front of us and get her to stop being such a bitch.

"I don't know what you're expecting to find," Jon noted, "Your mom doesn't do anything except work out."

I wasn't sure either. So one Saturday, Jon and I put on some baggy clothes and decided to follow my mom around, see what kind of shit she might be doing. In the early morning, we tailed her to the gym, watching her from a bench across the room. Her fit body moving rhythmically on the treadmill seemed to capture Jon's attention. When we were up front, he was staring at her jiggling cleavage, glistening with sweat in the tight sports bra. Then from behind, her swaying hips and succulent ass was making my friend drool. I frowned.

We watched her do her exercises, spreading and twisting her body on a yoga mat into all sorts of contortions. She arched her back and stuck her ass in the air. She spread her legs and thrust upwards and down. She even stretched her back such that the tips of her buoyant butt cheeks began to peek out of her elastic pants.

We had to drive extra fast to get back home before she did, but we succeeded. Jon and I sat on the couch, watching her drink down her coconut milk before she sashayed over to her room to strip and take a shower.

When my mom emerged from the shower in a blue blouse tied at her chest so that her middriff was bare, we began to worry that this really was all she did all day. Jon stayed for dinner, watching her spread her tainted margarine onto toast, gulping down his cum in her coconut milk.

After dinner, though, my bare stomach mom told us she was heading out to the mall to do some shopping.

"Now's our chance," I said to my friend, hurrying to get in my car and follow her. We had to speed to catch up to her, but we were able to get on her tail.

She parked by a big department store, and Jon stepped out of the passenger door.

"You wait here," he said, "in case I lose her and she comes out. I'll go in a track her there."

I parked in a spot looking over my mom's empty vehicle, and waited with the engine running.

After a few minutes, he texted me a photo of her alone, going down an escalator. "Keep up the surveillance," I texted back.

The next photo came a few minutes later: my mom looking at dresses, a pretty saleswoman in a short skirt helping her sort through the walls of clothes. She was carrying a few more bags; it looked like she had bought a few things.

Eventually, Jon sent me a photo from fairly up close of my mom in the beach shop, looking at red, orange, and blue bikinis: small strips of fabric on even smaller hangers. The next shot was her stepping out of a dressing room in just the tiny red bikini, her fit body glowing in the store lights and the handsome young clerk smiling and nodding, urging her to purchase the sexy garment.

Jon didn't sent me any more messages after that, and I began to worry. I stared back and forth between the empty car and the entrance to the mall.

Finally, when the mall was about to close, out came my smiling mom, walking almost arm and arm with my also-smiling friend Jon. He was carrying a ton of her bags, many of them from the beach shop, and her arms were full too. Under the lights of the empty night parking lot, my big black friend and petite white mom laughed and made their way to her car.

When I was on the road, following my mom back home, Jon finally texted me.

"sry, she saw me and i hd to play it cool".

"Whatever," I shrugged, and headed back home after my mom.

When I got in, she was in the kitchen pouring Jon a glass of water and pouring herself a glass of the heavily tainted semen soaked milk. She explained to me how funny it was to run into my friend at the mall, and how much of a charmer he was to help her carry her bags.

My friend grinned as my sexy mom lauded him, and I only slightly frowned.

The next day, my mom was out, and Jon was jacking off into her milk. This time, he used the photos of her on his phone from the day before, showing me how many more he had taken once my mother had noticed him and enlisted his help in picking out swimsuits.

He had photos of my mom in sexy outfits, from the small blue bikinis she loved to some slim party dresses, sexy small gym wear, and even a few in some risque lingerie. My mom played the wonderful model the entire time, giving my friend and his camera a seductive glare, radiant with mature desire.

"So yesterday was a bust," I said after my friend had finished cumming and stuffed his junk back in his pants.

"Maybe not," he said to me, smiling.

"How so?"

"Well, I got to spend some nice time with your mom," he reminded me, "And we were talking a lot. She's a nice woman, very fun and very sexy. I'm sure she does all kind of embarrassing things that she would eventually dish to me if she and I got closer."

I thought about his proposal. It felt wrong and dirty to give my blessing for this big black friend to prey on my mother, but I couldn't think of any good reason to object. And it wasn't like I could stop him now.

My life changed after that. I almost barely saw my friend anymore. He would still stop by to play maybe one round of games, cum in my mom's milk, and then say goodbye, but mostly, he was out with my mom. They went to the gym together, she modelled more and more outfits for him. It wasn't unusual to get a text from her that she and he had gone out to lunch, or to the beach for a day in the sun, or even clubbing late into the night. I remember a time she and he came home, she was piss drunk and stumbling around the kitchen with her dress hiked up nearly to her waist and he was laughing. But every time I asked him if he finally had the information, he just said not yet.

He began spending even more time around my house, just not with me. I would play video games alone, and they would be in her room, the door closed. I wondered how hard he was working to get that information. Sometimes, I would come out of my room in the middle of the night and he would be sleeping on the couch, having spent late nights up with my mother, but eventually, he just slept in her room since my dad was always gone and I'd see him making breakfast in the morning. I asked him what he did in there, behind those closed doors with my mom, but he just told me it was boring stuff and I should wait.

Finally, I had enough. He and my mom were outside by the pool, her in a pink bikini on a lounging chair and he swimming laps around the water. I called for my mom to help me with something inside, when I pulled her aside and confronted her.

"What are you and Jon doing spending so much time together?" I asked her, and she wiped the brown hair out of her face.

"Oh, honey, just being friends," she said, smiling gently, "Why, are you not okay with it?"

I looked into her smiling face, with those wide eyes and feminine cheeks, and I struggled with my phrasing.

"I guess not," I said, "It's just--"

"Just what?" she inquired, sounding concerned.

"I don't know, nevermind."

"Great!" she smiled widely. She walked over to the refrigerator and poured yet another class of spunky coconut milk. As she gulped it down, I just saw my friend convulsing his balls into that jug and that big black cock hovering by her sweet lips...

As my mom busied herself in the kitchen, I proceeded outside to try to talk to Jon. He was drying his big body off on the side of the pool.

"Hey man," I said.

"Sup!"

"I think we need to call this all off," I said.

"What? What do you mean?"

"It's just, I don't feel we're getting anywhere with this, and maybe I overreacted about the punishment idea. I think we need to stop everything. You don't need to keep pressing for information, you don't need to follow her around, and you don't need to jizz in her milk anymore."

Jon looked at me concerned.

"Listen," he said, putting a big wet hand on my shoulder, "I think we're really close to getting somewhere. Tonight I'm going out with your mom to this big gala opening. It's the only thing she's been talking about for weeks. She's been buying dresses, and she's getting her hair done soon by this incredible new sexy hairdresser. She's going to be stunning, and tonight's going to be the night it's all going down. So I think if you let me have just this one final day, we can get the information and be done."

I was hesitant, but I didn't really have a choice. I said okay.

"Great," he said, "Here's the plan."

Jon set me up with a computer in his room, back at his house. He would come by, pick me and my mom off, then drop me off at his house to spend the night. I would bunk there alone, watching on the monitor, which was hooked up to a hidden camera he would place in my mom's room. He would get her to spill the beans about something to give us leverage, and then if she got so mad at having been tricked, I wouldn't be even in the house: I would be far away and safe from her angry wrath. That is, until she realized how in control we were. Then she would be a perfect little mom, letting me play video games and do whatever I wanted.

I was in the kitchen when my mom came out ready to go. She was indeed very dressed up. She had a long black gown, very slick and sexy, with a plunging neckline that positioned her moderate tits like two hands were holding them outwards, and an elegant arch in the back that I failed to immediately notice was just the natural shape of her rump. She had her curly hair up in a bun, such the sexy back of her neck was exposed, and her light makeup just accentuated that she looked not only unlike a mother, but like a barely legal teenager.

"I'm so excited," said my mom, skipping in her high heels out the door where Jon was waiting to drive. I followed her, got into the backseat, and they swiftly dropped me off. I headed into Jon's room, and sat on the bed.

I sat eating hot pockets and watching television late into the evening. I almost wanted to sleep, but I waited at the monitor, hoping for some signs of movement so that the show would begin.

The picture was crystal clear, and I jumped up when I saw the door open and my friend walk in. He was carrying my mom's drunk body in his arms. He positioned her gently on the bed, then turned around. The camera was so close, I could see the goosebumps on the back of my mom's neck and she rolled over drunkenly and sat up.

"Jon, Jon, Jon," she slurred, and he sat down next to her on the bed.

"Yes beautiful?" he said to her, placing one of his big hands onto her hip.

"I'm hungry," she told him in her high pitched voice.

"You ate so much at the party," he said, scooting closer.

"I'm just starving!" she wailed, "Feel." She took his other hand and placed it on her toned flat stomach, over the sensual black dress.

Jon glanced at the camera and shot me a smile. "I can't feel how hungry you are that way," he said.

"Of course," slurred my mom, standing up and jumping to the other side of the room. She was standing before my friend, who was leaning back on the bed.

"I have to do this for you to feel it," she said, and she slipped her thumbs under the thin black straps of dress on her shoulders, flinging them down in one quick motion. Her dress fell off her creamy white shoulders in an elegant swoosh, and there stood my fit mother, bare breasted in only a tiny black though, her toned and feminine body a mesmerizing and sexy sight.

At this, I tried to yell to the screen but it was no use.

She approached Jon and placed his hand to her perfect flat stomach again.

"Can you feel it now?" she asked again sexily, "How hungry I am?"

He gave her tan belly a small pinch, and the youthful elasticity of my mother's body snapped it right back into its perfect place.

"Well," asked Jon, "What would you like to eat?"

My mom straddled her long elegant legs around my friend's black body.

"You."

In moments, he was completely undressed and slipping the black thongs down my mom's behind and onto the floor, where she kicked it off to the far corners of the room. She reached onto him and grabbed his big black meaty cock, the same cock I had seen squirt gallons of potent cum into her beverages over the last few weeks.

My mom's succulent lips traced his cock down to its hard bulbous head, and I realized that this scene was the one I had had in my head every time she drank her milk; my mom's naked body accepting his, licking her lips and opening her mouth to take in the nutrients of his black masculine penis.

My mom gave Jon a miraculous blowjob in which drool spilled in all directions down the cylindrical cock, slurps blasted from the speakers, and the tip of my friend's penis traveled so far down my mom's throat that I could have sworn I saw its bulge on the inside of her stomach.

When she wasn't sucking down his cock, she was stroking it vigorously with two hands, looking into his eyes with full devotion to his chiseled body and magnificent member. It was clear this was not their first time; this is what they'd be doing all those weeks.

Jon's big black sweaty balls were the size of two grapefruits, and my mom cupped them in her dainty white hands, rolling them in her palms and even sucking on them, swallowing their juices. My mom was as meticulous with orally pleasuring my friend as she was with packing lunches when I was a kid.

When his cock was rock hard and pulsing, my mom's quivering body rose in excitement, and she ruthless grabbed the steamy member with her tiny white fingers. They couldn't even fully encircle his girth, but that didn't matter, and she jubilantly guided the black rod between her shaking legs gleefully accepted the slimy rod still sticky with slobber.

Here, Jon took over, as he grabbed her by the hips and pumped into her like she was just some kind of toy. He so effortlessly lifted her weight with his arms, only to slam it back down onto the full length of his shaft so fast that my mom barely had a minute to moan before she was rising back in the air to take his cock again.

As the sounds of their passionate coitus filled the room, I tried to turn off the monitor, lower the volume, and even leave the room, but it was all locked and inaccessible. I was trapped.

All my mom's hours of sweat and work at the gym paid off here, where her physical vigour and healthy young body allowed her to fuck like a prize horse. The black friend slammed all his inches into my mother's petite yet firm body, and she writhed and coiled in ecstasy and pleasure.

I felt the distinct presence of my own fatty gut as I watched these two fit sex beasts fuck like frenzied animals.

The bed was a mess of sweat and sex juices when my mom's orgasmic fluids flooded my friend's thighs, and Jon removed his hard and slippery cock from her body. She immediately pounced on it with her tongue, cleaning and stroking the excited erection, eager to receive the fruits of all her labor.

Jon held my mom's curly hair, and she flicked his cock head with her tongue. The first big jet of pure cum exploded into the front of her hair, but she was quick and immediately enveloped the entire long schlong down her throat, where I watched her eyes roll back as my friend fed my mom his substantive cream directly into her fir fertile belly.

She gagged the cock out but it was not finished erupting. It was potent and unending as it covered my mom's face in sticky white goo, it drenched her pretty neck and white shoulders, and it dripped its final massive drops onto her perky round titties, before it softened and stuck to his leg with fleshy adhesion.

The room grew silent, just the panting of the two partners as Jon reclined and closed his eyes, and my mom dismounted his black body.

"See?" she said, standing up, and glaring right at the camera, "See what you get, my little boy, when you try to punish me?"

She walked right up to the camera and stared into my eyes. Her cum soaked face and body was directly facing the camera, and thus me.

"You think your spoiled ass was abused by my asking for help around the house? You thought you'd enlist your handsome friend to try to trick me, to let you play some fucking video games?"

Keeping her gaze constant, she licked cum off her lips and swallowed it into her body.

"Well that's fucking over. You're absolutely done, my little son. All the luxuries you enjoy, the television, the video games, the everything. You're over eighteen, my boy, I am not responsible for you. Get out of my house and let's see how you fend for yourself."

She smiled maliciously and walked back to the bed, where she sprawled out facing me and grabbed his soft black cock in her hand. It wobbled and shook with its mass and girth, and she smiled as a trail of leftover cum dribbled from the tip.

"Jon here can cum in my milk anytime he wants, sugar plum. He can cum in my stomach directly if he wants, as you've already seen." A big dormant hand rose from Jon's resting body and positioned itself cupping my mom's firm fit ass.

"You see, this whole time, you haven't punished me at all." She lurched forwards and slurped up the cum drop at the tip of his penis.

"You've just given me a big black tasty meal."

THE END

My Husband’s Black Co-Worker

It was something I never anticipated. It was something I wasn't even looking for. One day I was your typical suburban housewife. My husband and I had been married for 30 years and our kids were grown and on their own. We both worked full-time jobs, but spent nearly all of our spare time together, and usually alone. At 52 years old, my husband Tom is the only man that I had ever made love to. Then, one day, everything changed...

At my husband's most recent company Christmas party we were approached by a man that I had never met. "Hi Carl, how are you tonight?" Tom asked. It turned out that Carl was a recent hire by my husband's company in another related department. Right away I noticed that Carl was a handsome man. He was tall at about 6'2", around 30 years old, and well-shaped. Carl was new in town, so once we connected at the party, he seemed to want to spend most of it conversing with us. Surprisingly, Tom walked away from us to talk someone else, and I was left alone talking to Carl. Seems Carl was recently divorced and moved to town to get away from his ex. No, Carl didn't take me into some office and have his way with me. The parties my husband's company had weren't like that. It was just good food, good wine, and good conversation. So when the night was over, Carl went his separate way.

I didn't think much about having met Carl, until I got a Facebook request from him two days later. I told Tom about it. Tom said to go ahead and friend him back. He didn't think it was a big deal. As the weeks went by, Carl and I went from the occasional public posts to private messaging. It started out with nothing inappropriate, just casual conversation. What was happening though was that Carl and I were becoming more and more familiar with each other, more and more relaxed with each other, and more and more personal. At one point, our messages even became sexually suggestive. By this time, I was no longer telling Tom about our messages. Bit by bit I began to secretly look forward to Carl's messages. The sexual innuendo at that point was never directed towards each other. Instead it was always discussed about others.

I came to find out that Carl was a semi-amateur photographer. He took great photographs of all sorts of things, but he was getting paid for some of them. The ones that he was getting paid for were glamor type photographs of women in various forms of dress and undress. Several times, Carl told me that he would love to do a shoot with me. He told me that I had a certain "allure" and "charm" as he called it. Each time I told him that Tom would want nothing to do with that. And, each time Carl vehemently disagreed stating that his photos were perfect gifts for husbands.

Two months ago Tom had to go out of town on business on a weekend. The first night he was gone I picked up some Chinese food on the way home, and then settled in on the couch with a glass of wine for a quiet night of television and reading. At around 8:30, I was two glasses into my bottle of wine and feeling very cozy when I received a phone notification. It was a message from Carl. He asked how I was occupying my time with my man gone. Apparently, he knew about Tom's trip even though I purposely hadn't mentioned it. Carl suggested that this would be a good time to surprise Tom with the glamor photos. At first I rejected his proposal, but Carl kept after me. He told me that it would be a wonderful surprise for Tom when he returned home. After numerous messages back and forth and a few more sips of wine, he somehow wore me down, and I said yes. I still can't believe I said yes!

Carl arrived at my home at around 9:30 with his arms full of all sorts of equipment and bags. I offered him a glass of wine, which he readily accepted. Before he had arrived, I had thrown on just a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, so I wasn't really dressed for any kind of photo session. When I brought him his drink, he reached down into one of his bags, pulled out a large binder, and said "why don't we start by you looking through this to see the types of photos other ladies have had taken by me?"

I noticed another book under the one he handed me had a large "X" on the front. I asked him what that one was. "That book is just what the cover implies." He said. "Those were women who wanted something more explicit."

"You mean like totally naked?" I asked naively.

"Well..." Carl replied. "There are nudes in the back of the book that you have. Those are tastefully done, but of course only when the client requests them. This other book has women in more explicit positions, along with some that have both men and women."

"You mean like sex pictures?" I asked.

"Yes, some of them." Carl replied. "Some are simulated and some are actual sex acts between consenting adults."

I continued my line of questioning with, "Wow. Who are the men that do that with them?"

In a very matter of fact nature, Carl answered, "Some of them are their husbands. Some of them are guys that model for me for modest fees paid by the lady. And, some of them are me. Some married women seem to like the taboo element of having their picture taken while simulating sex with a black man."

"Oh my!" I responded. "I think we will just leave that book in the bag, Carl."

I began looking through the book Carl gave me as he pulled his equipment out. The first section of the book was strictly facial portraits. They were followed by women in sexy dresses. The next section was lingerie shots. Finally, the last section was the nudes. He was right. They were all tastefully taken, with no explicit pussy type shots or anything like that. Some were shot on various sofas, but most were taken in bedrooms. "Are we setting this up here or upstairs?" I asked.

"Wherever you want." Said Carl. Most ladies like to have them taken in their bed, especially when the pictures are for surprising their husband. It could get awkward having their husband see the photos, recognize their wife, but not recognize the bed she's lying in.

"Let's go ahead and go up there then." I said. As Carl lugged his stuff up the stairs, he asked me which of the photos I wanted to start with. I wasn't up for the lingerie or nude shots, but I wanted something sexier for Tom than a simple head shot, so I suggested a black dress that was in my closet.

"Great, let's take a look at it." Carl said. I pulled the dress out of my closet and showed it to Carl and he loved it. Then Carl said, "One of the things I like to do that you probably saw in the book is simulate removing the clothing over a series of photos." I think he saw the terror in my eyes when he said, "That doesn't mean you actually get naked. I just get some photos of you removing shoes, removing stockings, and pulling down a strap on the dress. That sort of thing."

I didn't have any stockings, but was surprised to find that Carl kept several unopened packages of stockings in one of his bags for just this type of occasion. I was impressed at how prepared he was. As Carl finished setting up his equipment, I went into the bathroom and changed into my outfit. When I came out, Carl said to go ahead and lie on the bed. He pointed the camera, but did not take any pictures. Instead, he came over to me and said that he always likes to make sure everything is just right. He primped my hair a little. Then, he very carefully tugged at various points on my dress to straighten it. Finally, he gently nudged me into the pose he wanted.

This went on for what seemed like forever as I first removed a high heel, then another. Removing my stockings in front of Carl was incredibly erotic. Between the wine, the camera flashes, and the sexual innuendo, I was feeling unbelievably horny. When we were finished, I was anything but done. "I wish I had some sexy lingerie. I think I would like to try that if I did." I told Carl. Wouldn't you know it? Carl had several pairs in one of his bags!

He pulled out a red negligee and said, "Here's one that would look great on you and should fit perfect. Don't worry, I always clean these up after I shoot with them.

At that point, I really didn't care how clean it was. I grabbed it an practically ran into the bathroom to change. Coming out of the bathroom, I wasn't quite so eager. I felt practically naked in front of my husband's black co-worker. Carl tried to put me at ease by saying, "Tom will absolutely love seeing that on you. You look absolutely divine."

I made my way past him and onto the bed. Just like before, Carl came over to primp me. I felt so vulnerable being half naked as his strong, yet gentle hands tussled my hair and tugged at the lacy material. As he worked meticulously for what seemed like forever on straightening the negligee, out of the corner of my eye I noticed that Carl now had an incredibly large bulge in his trousers. Apparently, the sensuality of the situation was having the same effect on him that it was on me. As Carl began taking the photographs, I was telling myself that I wanted Tom to see more. I wanted to give him a little skin in the photo. That was what I was telling myself anyway. In reality, I wanted Carl to see me. I wanted him to see all of me.

Carl had his back to me for a moment working on the camera settings. I reached my hand up, took a deep breath, and slid the dainty material off one of my breasts. When Carl turned around it only took him a moment to notice my new position. "All right then." He exclaimed. "I see we are ready to spice things up a little." Carl approached me. He grasped the material around my breast and tugged on it slightly. Then I felt his strong hand gently cup my breast and pull on it to expose more of it.

I heard myself gasp as Carl pulled away from me and went back to the camera for more photos. He only took a couple before approaching me again. This time he grasped on of my thighs and pulled it outwards. I felt totally exposed although I knew that nothing was actually visible to the camera. I loved the way Carl's large black hands felt on my thigh. I wanted to feel more. As soon as Carl turned his back to me I squirmed without realizing what I was doing. When Carl saw me he just smiled and came back over to re-position me again. This time he seemed to take more time and seemed to keep his hands on me longer. I couldn't believe how bad I wanted him to just take me and fuck me at that moment.

We were sipping wine between shots and position changes, so I was feeling like another person watching this happen, but our bottle was empty. "Carl, would you be a peach and go get us another bottle from the kitchen pantry?" I cooed. When Carl left the room I took a deep breath as I prepared myself for the unavoidable. Then, I grasped my panties and pulled them down to my ankles. I carefully positioned myself on my left side, facing the camera, with both knees bent. I lifted my right knee and pulled down on the negligee to make sure that it was still covering my crotch. Barely covering, but still covering. All I could hear was my heard pounding as I awaited Carl's return.

When Carl reappeared with the wine, he immediately noticed my new position and smiled. "Do you think Tom will like this pose?" I asked.

"This one will top them all." Replied Carl as he poured us each yet another glass of wine.

Carl went over to his camera and took a look at me through the viewer. Then, like before, he approached me in order to adjust my positioning. He placed his strong black hands on my soft white thighs again and placed them just where he wanted them. It felt like the negligee rode up and uncovered my married pussy, but in the position I was in I couldn't see. Then, I knew for sure I had exposed myself to Carl because I felt his hand touch my mound as he repositioned the negligee over it.

By this time, I was drunk on wine and stoned on lust. As Carl turned back to his camera, I rolled forward and picked up my wine glass for another drink. I didn't realize that in doing so I had messed up the pose Carl put me in. When Carl looked back through the camera and discovered I had moved he got a great big grin on his face and approached me again. Once again I felt the warm strength of his hands on the sensitive skin between my thighs as Carl dutifully repositioned me. Once I was where he wanted me, he went back to work on adjusting the negligee that barely covered my now sopping wet outer vaginal areas.

Without realizing what I was doing...it's easy to blame the alcohol isn't it?...I took my right hand and placed it on Carl's hand. Then, I nudged his hand downward to my pussy. Carl didn't need much nudging really. An electric surge through my body indicated to me that Carl's finger had just engaged my clit. I closed my eyes and pushed downward with my hand while pushing upward with my hips in order to maximize the contact of his hand on my womanhood. I felt Carl's lips against mine. I opened my mouth to accept Carl's kiss. The faint scent of Carl's cologne began mixing with the musky scent of my engorged pussy.

Suddenly all of my senses went cold. Carl had taken a step back. Only a split second had passed, but it felt like days. I opened my eyes. Carl was removing his shirt. I'm sure that brought a smile to my face, but I swear I can't remember. I watched intently as Carl then removed his shoes, socks, and trousers leaving him standing there in nothing but his underwear. Carl is a handsome man, but at that moment he was more than that. He was a black Adonis standing over me with a large protrusion in his shorts that was meant for my pleasure and my pleasure alone. I desperately wanted to know what he looked like completely nude. Of course, only seconds later I watched intently as Carl pulled his shorts over his throbbing cock and pushed them to the floor.

Carl walked around to the foot of my marital bed and climbed in. I rolled onto my back and willingly spread my legs for the first time with a man other than my husband. Carl pulled the panties away from ankles and then climbed up over me. Once again our tongues met and our lips sealed them together. Carl's large black lips felt different than Tom's. Not worse and not better, just different. He pulled the negligee up until it was bunched up above my breasts then took his place atop me. It was then I felt the head of his cock pressing against my vaginal opening. I could feel my labia part as he pushed slightly forward. The day that had started out so mundane and so normal was now the day I became an adulteress. At that moment it didn't matter. At that moment I didn't care. I wanted Carl inside me. I moved and pushed my hips trying to get Carl's beautiful black cock into my body.

I felt Carl's body push forward. Along with his body sliding up mine, his wonderful cock began filling my body. When Carl reached the spot that Tom's average size cock could reach I thought he must have been fully inside. I was shocked to find out I was wrong as Carl's cock continued deeper into me than Tom had ever reached. Then there was that feeling. It was that feeling that every woman longs for whether she knows it or not. It was the unexpected pleasure of Carl's large round cock head pushing against my cervix. My body immediately seized into a massive orgasm. By the time I had come back down to earth, Carl was slowly moving his magnificent cock in and out of me.

Time and space had no meaning to me. The only thing at that moment that I cared about was the incredible feeling of Carl's body on mine, his tongue in my mouth, and his cock in my pussy. Carl kept up a gentle pace and, in only a few minutes, I was taken over by only the second intercourse induced orgasm I had experienced in my life. I swear I must have passed out. When I realized what was happening next, Carl's pace had increased. He was now fucking me with a primordial passion. His cock plunged in and out of me with the vigor that only a young man could produce. I knew he was nearing his climax as his thrusting took on a desperate sensation. My legs were being continually forced apart by the strength of his lunges into me. My body pushed back as hard as I could against him in an effort to escalate the pleasure between us.

Astonishingly, Carl's cock seemed to swell even further inside me. It felt as though my married pussy was being ripped to shreds. I could hear our voices. Both of us were moaning and grunting. The room was now overflowing with the pungent scent of our mating. I remember glancing over at the mirror on our closet door and seeing this beautiful young black man making love to some mature white woman. I didn't seem to recognize at the time that I was the woman and Carl was the man. I didn't care anyway. The whole world at that moment revolved around the incredible sensation between my legs.

Carl's body began to shake. The wine induced fog was lifting. I realized the gravity of the situation. Carl was inside me without a condom. I should have stopped. I should have stopped Carl. I should have made him pull out. I wanted to, but my body wouldn't let me because it was happening again. Yes, once again my body was shaking. Carl's gorgeous black cock was now doing two things. First, it was making me cum for the third time. I was helpless to react. As I shook and shuddered I came to the realization of what else Carl's cock was doing to me. Carl shoved into me one last time. My hands felt the muscles tighten in his firm ass. Then, without warning, I felt his baby making seeding gushing into my fertile and formerly faithful womb.

Carl's orgasm seemingly lasted forever as his ejaculation poured wave after wave of sperm inside me. When my own body calmed and the last of Carl's seed had been deposited in me, I partially came back to my senses. I say partially because Carl never went soft. His wonderful cock was still hard and moving ever so slowly in and out of me. Despite my exhaustion, my body began responding again. My tired soft legs wrapped themselves again around Carl's hard muscular legs. My small white hands yet again grasped his steadily thrusting black ass. My tongue searched Carl's mouth for his wonderful tongue. This time it seemed as if it lasted for hours. For the most part I was too tired to cum. However, I did achieve orgasm when Carl finally tensed up and inseminated me again.

Next thing I knew it was daylight. It was late Saturday morning and Carl was still in my marital bed. He was awake, on his back, with his beautiful black cock standing at attention. Within seconds I was on top of Carl and sliding my pussy down over his cock. I lost count of how many times we made love before I finally had to make Carl leave on Sunday afternoon. He was barely out of my pussy and out of the house a half-hour before Tom returned from his trip. I was barely able to get the bed linens changed out before Tom came through the front door. I welcomed my husband home, at the front door, with Carl's sperm still leaking out of me, and into my soaked panties.

Needless to say that wasn't the last time I saw Carl. I was hooked. That was eight weeks ago. During the past eight weeks, I have spent countless hours with Carl between my legs. We would meet at his place when I could sneak away. Most of the time, however, it amounted to quickies in one of our cars. Once, I made love to Carl in his office before taking the elevator up to the next floor to visit Tom at work. Somehow I managed to keep it a secret from Tom. I don't know how I can keep it from him much longer though. How do I tell my husband that I have been fucking his black co-worker? How do I tell my husband that Carl and I have had sex dozens of times without condoms, or for that matter, without any protection whatsoever? How do I tell my husband that I think I am pregnant?

Motorcycle Gang Ch. 05

Jodi felt a sincere sense of relief as she sat on the back of Rodney's Harley on the trip back to Tulsa. So much had happened in the last few days and the culmination was her decision to stay with Rodney and forever leave her family and town. He offered her freedom. Strangely enough or maybe perversely enough, it was freedom based on her continued servitude. It was what she wanted. Jodi was content with her choice to remain with the gang. She knew why. She craved Rodney's power and his brutal domination of her more than she could ever acknowledge. She needed the gang and all those big hard black men who owned her beautiful white body as much as Rodney did. She would never deny any of their desires. She was there for them to use as they pleased. She reveled in this feeling of being taken and used by them at any time. Her mind was thinking of all these things as the wind refreshed her during the evening ride to Tulsa. She was looking forward to the future; her new future.

Yet there was one nagging thought that kept coming back. She heard the talk about this sexy young girl that the gang had recently taken in. They all wanted a piece of her. She heard then talk about having a shot at her when they returned. Even Rodney seemed anxious to have this new girl. This was the very first time that Jodi felt competitive for attention and the thought was disturbing to her. She knew she was good and knew how incredibly aroused she became from sex with the gang members. They all seemed to seek her out because of how responsive she was and how obviously addicted she was to their black cocks. But this new girl worried her.

Jodi felt that with her current age at just over 40, she would find it hard to compete with a young sexy girl. She always knew that although she was still sexy and attractive, her age would play against her down the road. Was this the time when it would happen? The thought wouldn't leave her mind as they approached the city limits and headed to the hotel where she worked for them as a high classed call girl. They had a big investment in her. They gave her breast surgery and she was now a blonde instead of a red head. Her clothes were expensive. The hotel suite she lived in was definitely a luxury accommodation. Her life was exactly as she wanted it. It fulfilled every desire she had. She loved this lifestyle and the daily parade of hard cocks and sexual demands. She even loved the daily unnamed men who spent hundreds of dollars for a chance to fuck her.

"Get upstairs and dressed up. You have a client coming by in one hour and he wants you for 4 hours tonight," Rodney told her as she slid off the back of the bike and walked through the front door of the hotel. The doorman greeted her by name and she walked to the elevator. Her thoughts were fixed on where Rodney was going and if this was the time for him to break in the new girl. She had hoped he would have fucked her before she had to go to work. But the Harley roared off and she knew Rodney had other plans. She hit the up button.

Jodi showered and dressed and waited the last few minutes until the front desk called and told her a guest was on his way to her suite. The knock came quickly and she answered it to find that she was looking up at the tallest man she had ever seen. He was black and powerfully built and his smile seemed to come from a level so far above her that her neck hurt as she looked up.

As they came into the living room, she made him a drink as he explained that he was a professional basketball player with the Oklahoma City Thunder. They had a few days off and he needed to relax and get away from home. Jodi handed the drink to him and began to sit down next to him.

"Stand up in front of me," he told her.

She was surprised that he had immediately taken control. She did as she was told. Most of the men she entertained needed her to take the lead but this man was different. He obviously knew what he wanted. She liked that.

Tonight she wore a very short red dress that exposed a good amount of leg. Her black thigh high stockings hugged her nicely formed legs and the four inch red stiletto heels made her look very sexy. The top was scooped low to reveal her nice full breasts and a generous cleavage. Her dyed blonde hair was shoulder length and her lips had a nice red gloss.

"Since I paid for you for the next four hours, I own that sexy body of yours, don't I bitch?"

She looked down at him as she stood there and was surprised by his statement. She didn't answer right away.

"Did I ask you a question, bitch?"

"Yes, Sir," she answered, "you own me for the next four hours."

Jodi began a slight tremble as she uttered these words and felt herself become aroused by the way he spoke to her.

"Tell me whore, are you wearing a bra?"

"No, Sir."

"I can see how hard your nipples are through the dress. Are you excited bitch," he asked her as his eyes seemed to penetrate her.

"Yes, Sir, I am," she confessed as her cunt seemed to quiver.

"Take off the dress and show me your body."

Jodi reached behind her and took the zipper and pulled it all the way down. The fabric peeled away from her and then dropped at her feet. Her firm breasts stood out and her nipples seemed long and hard. She stood there with just her red thong, thigh high black stockings and red heels.

"Turn around so I can see your ass, slut," he demanded.

Jodi spun around and then on her own, she bent at the waist so he could see her ass so close to his face. She put her hands on her knees and began to slowly move her ass for him. Then she felt his hand on her, pulling aside the thin stripe of the thong and exposing her cleanly shaved brown ass star and her moist cunt. He placed a finger between her cunt lips and ran it up and down the juicy slit. He slipped one and then two huge long fingers inside her and began to move them in and out.

"Oh yes, baby," she groaned as he took control of her arousal.

"Is this the wet cunt I own for the next four hours, whore," he asked her.

"Oh baby, you own it. Whatever you want, baby" she moaned.

Suddenly she felt the sharp pain of a hard slap across her ass as his other hand continued to work on her needy cunt. Her arousal increased and spread even as the slaps continued to redden her butt. Then, suddenly, he removed his fingers and stopped the spanking. But Jodi did not move. She felt so empty and wanting. She almost begged him to hit her some more or to just fuck her. But she remained silent.

"Turn around and take the thong off. Then get on your knees and get my cock out. You want to suck my cock don't you tramp?"

"Oh please," she whimpered back at him.

"Yes what? Tell me what you are going to do?"

"I am going to get on my knees and pull out your big cock so I can suck it, Sir. I love sucking cock."

Jodi dropped to her knees and unbuckled his pants and pulled them down and off. She then did the same for his boxers. She stared at his huge black cock and then leaned forward and took it in her hand and placed it against her lips. This man was so big, so tall and his cock was long and thick.

He watched as she began to drive her mouth deeper onto him as her hand pumped his hardening meat. She squeezed and stroked him and he was getting bigger than she thought possible. Her mouth was totally filled and she pushed her face down to lodge as much of him in her throat as possible.

He placed a hand on her head and forced more cock into her throat. Jodi was amazed at his size and how aroused this giant was making her. He grabbed her hair and pulled her off his cock. Her eyes seemed glazed over and she was in a sexual trance as her saliva and his pre-cum dripped from her opened mouth.

"Do you want me to fuck you, bitch," he told her.

"Please fuck me, I need this big cock inside me," she panted up at him. Jodi's eyes never fully left the image of his hard dick.

"Get up here and slide that wet cunt onto it. Show me how good you are," he smiled at her with an evil grin.

Jodi got to her feet and climbed onto the lap of this big man. Putting her hands on his shoulders she moved above his giant cock and positioned her open cunt just above it. Reaching down, she tool hold of his hardness and placed the head at the entrance of her cunt. Jodi slowly lowered herself onto him and felt his cock moving slowly into her. It was so big, but Jodi loved big cocks. She dropped her weight further and then fully impaled herself on him.

"You like my big cock, whore," he asked her.

"Oh fuck, it feels so good." Her eyes rolled back in her head with pleasure.

"Then move your ass and show me how good a piece of white ass I bought," he demanded.

Jodi did what she was told. Lifting all the way up she again dropped back onto him. It was driving her crazy. He completely filled her. There was no empty space and the feelings that were ignited in her were incredibly amazing. His cock head was battering her cervix. After just a few movements of flexing her hips on him she was ready to cum. She was suddenly out of control as the climax started to crest.

"Oh God, so good baby, I'm going to cum. Oh baby, fuck me hard," she screamed from the power of the orgasm that gripped her.

Her hips urgently pounded his cock with a need that she could not control. She was moaning and screaming and begging like her body was connected to a high voltage line. The orgasm would not stop. The orgasm seemed to peak and then start up all over again.

"More cock baby, please give me more cock," she pleaded through her sensual trance as her hips kept moving on him.

He then scooted forward and stood up while he held Jodi pinned on his big cock. Her arms encircled his neck, holding her body to him. He walked her through the bedroom door and then placed her on her back on the big king bed. Her legs were pushed back and the back of her thighs were smashed to his massive chest. He wasted no time and began to slam into her with a power and strength that drove Jodi crazy. His athlete's body pounded her and she went through another series of intense orgasms as he used her.

Jodi was moaning and screaming and almost incoherent from this amazingly dominant and skilled man. He was so big and powerful as he took what he wanted from his hired whore. He fucked her so brutally. It was just the way she needed to be taken. Then she felt him tighten as he approached his climax.

"Yes, fill me with your cum. Shoot it deep in my white cunt. Cum inside me," she panted as he roared, then stiffened and exploded. His face contorted and she could feel him deliver spurt after spurt within her frantically humping body. When he finally was done he pushed himself back and stood over her.

"Suck it up, slut, and get me hard again," he told her. "I'm not near being done with you."

Jodi was on his big wet cock immediately. She stroked and sucked him with a skill and need that drove her. Her hand jerked his cock as her mouth sucked hard. She loved the taste of his cum mixed with her cunt juice.

"Get it nice and hard. When I put it in your ass I want to hear you scream," he snarled down at her.

Jodi nodded her head as she worked even harder.

"Are you going to scream for me when I make you my ass whore," he said looking down at her.

"I am going to scream so loud when you take my ass," she panted as her hand moved on his cock.

One hand went down to her cunt and she began to tease her clit. She was on fire and knew that this treatment along with his powerful cock had made her his slut for however long he wanted her. If he wanted her all night, it was fine with her. She stroked and sucked and felt his shaft begin to gain hardness again. Pulling her mouth off him she used two hands to work his big dick.

"What a fucking whore you are," he said to her as she pumped him.

"Fuck my ass, baby. I need you to push that big black dick into my tight white ass," she said looking up into his eyes.

"Turn over and get your ass in the air," he demanded. Jodi complied and presented herself for him to take.

Without waiting, he drove back into her wet cunt and started to pound her again. She was expecting a brutal ass rape but he wanted her cunt again. This was quickly moving her to another orgasm. Her huge hands gripped her hips and he used them to pull her back and forth on his hardness. Jodi was screaming and moaning as he kept up this pace. Suddenly he pulled out of her and she groaned from the emptiness.

"Please," she gasped when he pulled out.

But just as quickly, he put his soaked head of his massive cock at the entrance to her ass and began to force it into her. The pressure was intense and when he finally popped his huge rod inside her ass, she wailed as if she was stabbed. But he didn't care. He continued to batter her ass with long deep strokes until her crying turned to whimpers and then back to guttural moans again. His brutality was driving her crazy and she felt more submissive than she had in a long time.

"Oh, God," she moaned, "Fuck my ass, baby. Take it hard."

As he moved deep and stroked her without mercy she heard movement in the room and looked over her shoulder to see a strikingly beautiful dark haired woman strip down and crawl onto the bed in front of her.

"Spread your legs girl and my little white slut will eat your cunt," he told her.

She smiled down at Jodi and slowly opened her legs and showed her a smooth bald cunt with pouting wet lips.

"You want me don't you baby girl," she teased Jodi as her wet cunt seemed to call her. This woman's skin was flawless and she was maybe 10 to 15 years younger than Jodi. Her beauty was captivating. She was smiling up at the kneeling older woman who was being brutally ass fucked by this amazing athlete behind her.

"Oh God yes, I want you," she moaned down at this beauty.

"I know you do. Come on now and suck my wet cunt," the younger woman ordered. She also reached up to take Jodi's head in her hands and pull her down between her open legs. Jodi's tongue ran the full length of the well lubricated slit and then teased her clit.

"Yes, baby, like that," she groaned from below. Her hands now grabbing Jodi's hair and directing her mouth with a firm grip.

Then as her tongue snaked its way inside the young woman who was writhing under her, she tasted a man's cum. She knew immediately that this woman had been fucked recently and telling from the large amount of cum that was bathing Jodi's mouth now, it was more than one man. Looking up at the young beauty, their eyes met and the woman smiled at her.

"Yes, baby, eat their fuck juice out of me. Taste that nasty, hot man-cum they put into my little cunt. You like it, whore, don't you," she taunted.

"Oh yes," Jodi moaned as she ate the warm cum out of the woman who was gripping her hair. At the same time the big cock behind her was trying to destroy her ass, but only added to her sexual delirium.

Jodi was gone. Transported to another place where just these amazing body sensations existed and gripped her. Then orgasm after orgasm ripped her to pieces. She screamed into the sexy girl's cunt as she climaxed uncontrollably. She felt this beautiful girl shudder under her mouth and cry out from the crushing releases Jodi repeatedly brought her through. Time seemed to drift as the three of them floated on a continual sexual high. Jodi was shouting and moaning and begging for more cock and more of this sweet cunt nectar.

When it was all over, Jodi couldn't tell how many times this huge man had fucked her and how often she had cum from his big black cock. She only knew how incredibly satisfied and content she felt. She seemed almost unaware of it when the man also took this rare beauty as she lay beside them. She lay there half dazed but heard the young woman crying out and begging him for more. And then there was darkness and she was asleep.

Later when she awakened the basketball player was gone and the young woman was almost done getting dressed. A handful of hundred dollar bills were scattered all over the bed. Jodi sat up to watch her and even now was stirred by the body and skin and beauty of this woman.

"Who are you," Jodi asked as the woman was ready to leave.

"Angel is my name. I am the new girl Rodney just took in," she smiled as she left the room swinging her sexy ass.

Jodi was both shocked and afraid. This must be the woman they all were talking about when they were on that road trip to Jodi's hometown. This woman was indeed everything they had talked about and maybe even more. Jodi was about 15 years older and although she had her looks and a really good body, it was obvious that this girl had it all; youth, beauty, sexiness and a killer body. This was serious competition and Jodi already knew that she had dropped from the top spot to number two or worse. She suddenly was afraid that the life she had chosen and had committed to just yesterday was hanging by a thread. She needed this life. She craved this life. It had nothing to do with money or fancy hotel suites or beautiful clothes. For Jodi it was all about her deep and continual need for the type of hard sex that the gang provided her. She had to have it. She had no interest in anything else. This is what her life was about. It centered on this need and this burning between her legs.

But to Jodi it had become more than a hard cock riding her repeatedly. She needed the feeling of being owned and taken and used. She needed the names they called her and the hardness with which they treated her. It was the humiliation and the degrading behavior that added to this feeling. It was like a narcotic. Being made to beg or crawl or cum for them on demand was an overpowering emotional and sensuous experience. This was what she was. This was what she needed to be. Jodi was afraid of what the future held. She was afraid of losing Rodney and the gang.

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