Fiction

Night Out, Night In

“When are we meeting them?”
“Twenty minutes.”
“Is this a party?”
“Not a party. Just friends.”
“YOUR friends.”
“OUR friends.”
“YOUR friends,” I say, putting my hands behind my head. I am lying on the bed. I have been ready for 20 minutes. My pants are off, over the back of a chair, so I don’t wrinkle. My suit jacket is over it, too. I am looking at you, watching you from behind while you stare in the bathroom mirror, trying on earrings.
“You wearing that?” I ask.
“Yes,” you say. “Why?”
“No reason,” I say, sitting up. I cross the bedroom, into the bathroom, my hands on your waist. You have a long black dress, tight, form fitting. “You look sexy,” I say, biting your neck.
“Stop,” you say, nudging me.
“What?” I say, my hands on your dress, pulling it up slowly.
“Don’t,” you say, more firmly. “We don’t have time.”
Your dress is up, over your ass, you feel my cock pressing into you. I reach around, cupping your tits over the fabric. You are not wearing a bra. I squeeze the nipples and you moan, pushing your hands on the counter to brace yourself.
“No time,” you try again, without much fight.
I reach my hand down, tugging at your panties, slipping them down to your thighs. You instinctively spread your legs as I press into you, forcing your back down, against the counter, your hands reaching out, bracing against the mirror.
I grab my cock, teasing your slit. You are wet. Soaked. Already. I slide the head in and you grunt. One thrust, and I am all the way in. You bite your lip, smearing your red lipstick.
I grab your hips, pumping deep inside of you. “Fuck,” you groan as I reach around, teasing your tits. Pulling at the nipples.
You hear my thighs slapping against yours. Skin on skin. Wet. Sticky. I pump deeper. All the way. I fuck you harder. Faster.
Your palms still firm against the mirror, using it to push back. Meet me. You squeeze my cock with each thrust. You are not shy. Not timid. You want to cum. Now.
I reach down, between your thighs. My hand rubs your clit and you tense. An electric pulse through your body. I fuck you through it, you cumming around my cock as I pump deep inside of you. “FFFUUUCCCK,” you say, through clenched teeth.
Faster. Faster. All the way. Deep inside. I groan and cum, shooting myself inside of you. Deep. I fill you. A quick release of tension to start our night.
I kiss your neck, slipping your dress down and me out. “We won’t be late,” I say.
“Bad boy,” you tease, straightening your dress. “I need to clean up.”
“No,” I say. “Pull up your panties. I want you to go like that.”
***
Your friend Beth is saying something about a trip she took with her cousin to Dublin, and I see her mouth moving, but I just can’t seem to concentrate.
And it’s not the four whiskeys I have had or the sheer boredom I feel whenever Beth speaks. No. It’s the fact that I have been riding my hand up your thigh for the last two minutes, teasing you over your panties while you bite your lip and thrust your hips and try to pretend that nothing is happening south of the equator.
But I know the truth. I know how wet you are. I know I am rubbing in just the right spot. And I can tell by the way you are slowly grinding your pelvis you are so close.
I slip my hand under the thin silky fabric, and feel your wetness on me. Soaking me. I slip a finger in and you gasp. Out loud. Luckily no one is paying attention. I finger fuck you while my thumb teases your clit, and you cum for me. You cum against my palm, leaving your cheeks flush red and my fingers soaked. No one notices.
***
We are dancing. I never dance. I can’t dance. But I can now. I am flying. Six whiskeys deep. Or maybe I am standing still and the room is spinning?
Either way, your dress is backed to being hiked up as you grind against my thigh. We are connected. The song is one of those loud pulsing numbers with no reason. No anything. Just loud. Thumping. Confusing. This is “fuck me” music. This is “crazy sex” music.
I feel your hand on my cock as I grind against you. The dance floor is crowded, but we’ve found our space. You tease me. Stroke. Smile. Kiss. You taste like beer and cigarettes. It’s an aphrodisiac.
Your body is warm in my hands. Soft. Perfect. Your mouth is tender to my lips. “Let’s leave,” I say, over the loud thump, thump. You smile and grab my hand and pull me out of the darkness.
***
We barely keep our clothes on in the cab. If not for the constant stares of the cabbie, we might not have.
The stairwell was an adventure too. We stopped on every floor for a break. Hands. Tongues. Lips. Mouths.
By the time the front door closes, your dress is off and so are my pants and jacket.
We hit the bedroom. Our clothes leaving a trail. You shed your panties and I take you in. I am still amazed by your body. Still turned on. You twirl for me in the moonlight, and I drink you in.
You smile and grab my cock and fall to your knees. You take me into your mouth, your hand teasing my balls as the other jacks my shaft. You pump me. Harder. Deeper. You are determined. Focused.
I grab your hair, long, dark. I scoop it up so I can see your face. You paint my cock red with your lipstick.
“Fuck,” I say. “Stop,” I say. “I want to fuck you,” I say.
“No,” you say, pausing, a string of spit from your lip to the head of my cock. “My turn.”
Your hands reach around, grabbing my ass, pulling me deep, down your throat, gagging on my cock as you fuck me with your face.
You tease me, your hand jerking me. Your gorgeous mouth urging me on. I am drunk, but that’s not why I am spinning.
“Fuck,” I grunt through gritted teeth. I pull my cock out, jerking it as you open wide, sticking your tongue out. I shoot down your throat. I know how you like it. You moan and swallow and let me jerk a few more on your lips before you swallow me again. All the way.
Some girls say they love cum, but you actually do.
You milk me. Every drop. Pumping me down your throat. You lick me dry. Lovingly. Knowingly.
We fall back, in our bed. Tired. Long day. Long night. You nuzzle into my shoulder, kissing me lightly, your lips salty.
“I had fun,” you say.
“I did, too,” I say.

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Alumni: Dee Makes the Call

The second of the series, this continues the relation between Dee and Mr. Evans. It’s highly conversational, and doesn’t jump right to the sex, so don’t expect that. I’m interested in exploring a realistic development between the characters. Hopefully you find the set up worth it when the sex heats up.

driving lessons

A prim and proper school teacher teaches a young man some important life lessons and learns some herself.

A nurse’s story

“I’m a slut,” Carol Wilson concluded. “I am discreet, to be sure, but I am a sexually promiscuous woman just the same.” These thoughts were racing through Carol’s mind as she stood at her nursing station late one night. Carol was a senior nursing supervisor at a major hospital in Chapel Hill and was working the eleven to seven shift on the third floor east wing that particular night. At three in the morning the halls were silent and the other nurse on the shift was at lunch. At quiet times like these Carol mused over the bizarre things that had happened in her life. She anxiously shook her head as she concluded that her husband, Greg, was a major contributing factor to her sexual depravity.
Thinking back, she realized that she’d been a naive country girl from Greenville when she went off to nursing school at UNC. She met her future husband there and he quickly introduced her to the joys of sex…wild, raging, uncontrolled sex. Greg had quickly broken down all of the barriers that she had developed growing up in a quiet, conservative family. Just about everything possible had been experienced during those college days . She’d even been shared by several of his fraternity brothers after one particularly drunken party at his apartment. She just shook her head at that particular rememberance. In any case, Greg and Carol were married after college and quickly got involved in the sexual swinging that was rampant at that time. Their sex lives were full, to say the least. Although most of their experiences were as a couple, they also did some fooling around on our own. Greg first started cheating with several women and, Carol had to admit, she was dreadfully hurt at first. She quickly decided, however, that this was an opportunity for her to get a little action on her own. They ultimately reached an agreement: Neither would ask about the other’s escapades … as long as they were discrete. They had certainly enjoyed each other, even though they never had children, but enjoyed others as well.
Carol had been a knockout in those days ….. and even now at age forty-two, she knew that men still turned their heads to watch as she entered a room. She was a slender five foot six with silky light brown hair. Her face was strikingly attractive and possessed all the classic features and sparkling, perfectly-spaced brown eyes. Her skin was still flawless, her nose had a slight upturn, and her lips were rich and full. Her hair was a thick, light brown that fell to her shoulders and was cut in even bangs across the front. Her frame was slender and taut with small, but properly proportioned breasts, and a well-rounded ass. As every man noticed, her legs were her most attractive feature, long and shapely. Unfortunately, her physical charms were well hidden under the baggy hospital “scrubs” that had replaced the traditional nurses uniform since she had graduated from nursing school.
“Oh yes,” Carol thought, “I’ve messed around on my husband many times over the years and fucked a number of other men. There were just too many opportunities at the hospital not to take advantage of them,” she smiled at the remembrances. “I had that long term relationship with Doctor Jerry Winthrop and thoroughly enjoyed the frequent “coffee breaks” we took on the couch in his office. Then I’d screwed around with Dr. Quinton until he took a position at the medical college in Richmond. Oh yes, then there had also been that medical student who worked as a part-time phlebotomist, and the Med Tech with the big cock, … and all the rest! Oh yeah, I’ve had a full, but carefully discreet, sex life over the last twenty years.” She gazed up and down the silent, darkened corridors, lost in her thoughts of past sexual encounters.
That particular night shift her thoughts curiously shifted to Malcolm Johnson. She’d known Malcolm, a black male nurse, for years and even though they occasionally worked together on the same shift, she’d never really considered him to be someone to ever fool around with. To be sure, they’d talked a lot and sometimes the banter got a little smutty. When no one else was around, their conversations were frequently filled with innuendo and even overtly sexual comments. However, other than the exchange of sexually-charged words, the two really never did anything physical.
For some reason Carol started having very erotic and sensual dreams about Malcolm the previous August. They were uncomfortably real and so vivid that when she woke up after them, her pussy was wet and she could virtually smell and taste him from the imagined encounter. The dreams reoccurred every few days, and became more and more vivid as time passed. This situation began driving her to the point of distraction on her job. Carol could never gather together sufficient courage to tell Malcolm about her increasingly erotic dreams, though. She found It was so frustrating to be imagining him fucking her, forcing her to suck his cock and doing all the bizarre things she dreamt of him doing to her! Regardless, nothing ever happened … but that was soon to change.
About a week later Carol was working a Wednesday three to eleven shift, but circumstances were such that she was forced to stay late. The nursing services manager was at a conference in Raleigh and had asked her to do the regular nursing station stock inventory during her shift. Unfortunately, the day had been unusually busy and by eleven o’clock she had not had the opportunity to inventory the supplies. Malcolm had relieved her and she finished up some shift paperwork before she intended to start to the inventory. She had completed all the paperwork when she realized that she had left her hospital service keys at home. Consequently, she realized that she would have to ask Malcolm to borrow his store room keys.
When Carol asked him for them, he said they were in his pants pocket, but he was working on a critical specimen and couldn’t stop to get them. He winked and said, “Why don’t you just grab them out of my pocket yourself, Carol.” Smiling, she reached down into his pocket to fetch the keys. Unintentionally, however, she grasped his his cock. She really hadn’t intended to do anything else, but she teasingly squeezed it two or three times before she felt it hardening in her hand and a smile began to across trace Malcolm’s face.
Carol, suddenly embarrassed at her boldness, quickly released her grip on his dick and jerked her hand out of his pocket. Blushing, she murmured that she was sorry and just stood frozen there in her unexpected embarrassment. Malcolm turned toward her, winked and said, “I thought you just wanted my storeroom keys; but, you can do that any time you want to.” Then he smiled, reached in his pocket, fished out the keys and handed them to her.
Carol grabbed the keys and rushed down the hall to the storeroom. She was so embarrassed by what had happened that she could not bring herself to return the keys to Malcolm after she had unlocked the door. Rather, she gave them to another nurse who happened to pass by the storeroom, asking her return them to him.
Forcing herself to focus on the inventory, Carol started to account for the products and materials stored in the tall shelving that filled the room. After a while she was so focused on her job that she was oblivious to everything else. The nurses station storage room was fairly small and, although the nursing and administrative supplies required for immediate use were limited, they were stacked in shelves by use and availability. She couldn’t see the door from where she was crouched down, inventorying a bottom shelf when the circumstances changed significantly.
Carol heard the door open and close and then the distinctive sound of the lock being engaged again. She peered around the shelving and was starting to stand up when she saw Malcolm walking in. She was about to say something, but was still mortified by the incident at the nursing station and decided to remain quiet. Malcolm looked directly at her, unzipped his fly, and pulled his cock out of his white hospital pants. His shaft was hard as a rock and he smiled as he started stroking himself, looking directly at Carol squatting on the floor. She paused in fear, yet was not able to take her eyes off him and what he was doing with his erect shaft.
He walked directly in front of her, caressing his cock while he walked. When he was directly in front of her, he softly said, “Well, Mrs. Wilson, why don’t you help me take care of this swelling I seem to have.” She just stared at his huge cock bobbing inches in front of her face.
Carol asked him, “ahhh ….. wha …. what?”
He said “Why don’t you put my cock in that pretty white mouth of yours. Just open your mouth and suck on it. I think you can help me get rid of the swelling” To her amazement, Carol obediently responded and did just what he ordered her to do without question.
He gently slid his cock in and out of her mouth as he increased the stroking of the shaft. He looked down at Carol and told her “Look up at me, Mrs. Wilson.” Then he said, “You like being on your knees in front of me, sucking my cock, don’t you? Important nursing supervisor. Hmmm, a white girl like you just needs a big black cock in your mouth every so often, just to make you realize where you belong.”
Carol felt embarrassed and humiliated and feebly tried to pull her lips away from his cock. He realized what she was trying to do and reached his free hand around behind her head, and grabbed her by the hair. His strong grip wouldn’t allow her to pull her mouth off of his turgid cock. He forced her mouth back down on his throbbing shaft and made her continue sucking. Finally he released his stroking hand as he thrust forward, ramming his dick fully into Carol’s mouth.
Malcolm let out a loud, drawn-out groan as he climaxed. Carol tasted the massive load of his creamy semen spurting into her mouth and coursing down her throat. His spewing cock quickly overwhelmed her mouth and she choked and coughed. In response, he eased his dick out of her mouth while his climax continued. She closed her eyes as he spewed his semen over her face and down on the top of her scrubs.
When he finally stopped ejaculating, Carol’s face was covered by his semen. “That’s it, keep your eyes closed. Hold it right there, Mrs. Wilson.” After a brief moment he continued, “Perfect, Thanks, Mrs. Wilson. Hey, let’s get together and do this again real soon.”
Carol opened her eyes and watched as he zipped up his fly and walked toward the door. She heard the stockroom door open and close and Malcolm was gone. Stunned, she collapsed out of her crouch and sat on the floor, crying. She just couldn’t believe what had happened and what Malcolm had done to her. After several moments, she cleaned up as best she could, wiping her face with the hem of her scrubs.
Embarrassed and humiliated, Carol left the storeroom and went down to the senior nurses office on the second floor to hide. She just couldn’t go back to the nursing station and face Malcolm. No sooner had she got there and sat at her desk, uncontrollably sobbing with her head in her hands, when she got an e-mail from Malcolm. She opened it and recoiled at what it contained. It was a picture of Carol kneeling down with Malcolm’s creamy semen spattered all over her face and with even more oozing out of her open mouth. At the edge of the photo, mere inches away from her face, was the head of Malcolm’s rigid cock. She hadn’t realized it, but he had obviously snapped the shot with his cell phone camera when her eyes were closed at the end of the encounter. He had included a brief message, as well. “Mrs. Wilson, I’ve wanted to have you suck me off for years. Keep this to remind you of what happened. You might even want to share it with your husband. I’m sure he’d love to have a shot of you sucking a black cock.” Oddly enough, instead of deleting the e-mail, she saved it to a hidden folder in her personal email account.
Carol let three days pass after she’d sucked Malcolm’s dick in the storeroom. She had even called in sick so she wouldn’t have to encounter him directly. She just couldn’t bear the thought of seeing him and knowing what he would be thinking, remembering how she had sucked him off. She just couldn’t imagine how she could face him again, remembering how he had humiliated her like that. Even so, her pussy tingled every time she recalled the encounter. “What’s wrong with me!” she wondered. As much as she hated Malcolm for degrading her like that, she couldn’t erase the memory of the overpowering sensation of sucking him off, of feeling his hot sperm gushing into her mouth. She would pull up the picture on her computer when she was alone to look at it again and again. Whenever she relived the incident she was so thoroughly excited and aroused by the thought of his orgasm in her mouth that her pussy would become soaking wet.
The day Carol went back to work was a day when Malcolm was off shift. Consequently, she felt somewhat more comfortable about being there. She just hoped that hospital upper management team would never find out about the incident. “Well,” she thought, “I just hope that he is going to be satisfied with what happened and be finished with me.” She was conflicted, as well, because at the same time she clung to the overpowering desire that he would do it again, violate her again. However, this time, not just use her mouth but fuck her pussy, as well.
This particular day she worked the 7 am – 3 pm shift, and was surprised when her boss, Susan Thompson, called her at the nursing station a little before three. She and Susan had been friends for years, well before Susan had been promoted to her new position. Susan asked if she wanted to go out for a drink with her after the shift. Carol quickly responded, “Sure,. Susan. I think that’s a great idea. I could use one after this week.”
The two women went to the bar at a hotel right down the boulevard from the hospital. They “talked shop” and sipped their drinks for almost an hour when Carol got a call on her cell phone. Answering it, she was surprised to hear Malcolm’s voice. Malcolm apologized for not calling her the last few days and said he’d been busy, but wanted to say thanks for a terrific blowjob. “I certainly enjoyed having you suck me off, Mrs. Wilson. I bet you like to suck a lot of cock, don’t you? I bet you like to suck the cocks of men other than your husband, too, don’t you?”
Carol really didn’t know how to answer. Instead of her initial reaction to hang up, for some unknown reason she said, “I’ve been thinking about what happened and, yes, I do like it.” Almost immediately she was shocked by what she had said and wanted to take back her words right after she’d said them, but it was entirely too late.
Malcolm said “Hey, look, I’m not doing anything at the moment. Why don’t we meet someplace?” Again, before she thought through what he had asked, Carol said, “I’m in the bar at the hotel down the street from the hospital. Susan Thomson and I are having an after-work drink. Why don’t you join us?”
“Sounds great,” he responded, “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
Carol’s stomach was churning. “What on earth have I done?” she thought, shocked by what she had done. “How could I be so stupid? What am I going to say to him when he gets here?” Visably shaken, Carol ordered another bourbon and coke.
Susan look puzzled and asked her “What’s wrong, Carol?” Carol paused and then told her that Malcolm was coming there and joining them for drinks. “So, what’s the problem?. He’s joined us for drinks before.”
Carol’s head swirled in a series of confused and conflicting thoughts and emotions. Finally she decided to tell Susan what happened that night in the storeroom. As Carol related the story, Susan’s eyes widened, her jaw dropped, and an expression of sheer astonishment crossed her face. Even so, the question she asked upon hearing the story shocked Carol: “What was it like, Carol? What did his cock look like?”
Carol paused briefly, then grinned, and said , “Oh, Susan! It was huge! …and just full of creamy semen!”
Susan smiled, swirled the bourbon around her glass and quietly said “I’ve always wondered what he was like. I often imagined exactly what size of cock he had, but never had the opportunity to find out. You did!”
Carol closed her eyes and said, “Damn, Susan! He really is huge! Oh! … and he just filled my mouth with his cum!”
“Did you enjoy it?” asked Susan quietly, imagining herself in such a circumstance.
“No, not at first,” Carol honestly responded. “It wasn’t until I started to think about the experience later and began reliving it that I found myself truly aroused by what happened.”
Perhaps fifteen minutes later the pair saw Malcolm walk in with a several of his friends. This was something Carol hadn’t expected, but admitted that she was certainly excited to see him. She didn’t know any of the other men though, and neither did Susan. They knew, however, that none of them were from the hospital staff.
The four men came over and joined the women at the table and sat down. Malcolm introduced Antwan, Duane, and D’shawn. He explained that they were all members of his basketball team in the city’s adult recreation league. Providing introductions, Malcolm explained that Antwan worked as a loan officer at a local bank, while Duane was a lawyer and D’shawn was a high school coach. The group started talking and the men bought Carol and Susan several drinks over the next hour.
It was almost five o’clock when the men suggested that they all get something to eat in the hotel restaurant. Susan said, “Oh no, not for me. I have to get home. Carol, what about you? are you going to be staying?” Carol knew she was entirely too drunk to drive and planned on leaving. She intended on calling Greg, her husband, to come pick her up. Carol assured Susan that she would be fine told her that she would call her. However, Malcolm then suggested that she go back to his home nearby and have another drink, assuring her that he would then get her home.
Carol knew that she should leave right then; however, for some bizarre reason, Malcolm’s suggestion made sense. She told him “Why not, but that I can’t be out too late either. I better call Greg.” She called her husband and lied that she and Susan were going out for the evening. There was a pause and then Greg said, “Okay.” Pausing again, he continued “Be careful and get a ride home if you’re too drunk.” After she hung up, Malcolm said he’d that he’d take care of her and get her home. Susan was concerned and feeling reluctant to leave, but she got up and prepared to leave the bar.
They all walked Susan out to her car and she gave Carol a wink as she got in. “Well, Carol, have a fun evening and tell me about it tomorrow.” When Susan’s car pulled away, Carol got into Malcolm’s Honda and the two drove a few blocks off of the main thoroughfare and into a quiet, secluded neighborhood. The couple drove without a word being spoken, lost in their own thoughts. Carol’s mind was swirling, recalling the storeroom experience and anticipating what she hoped would happen at his home. Even so, she was surprised when Malcolm’s friends pulled in the driveway behind them and asked him, “Did you know they were going to be coming over too?””
Malcolm said “Yeah, I’d invited them to come with us and we would all have a little party.” He grinned and continued. “Now, you treat my bros right and they’ll give you the night of your life.” He laughed and winked. Carol was more than a little drunk, but she quickly realized what kind of party he was talking about and that she’d be the center of attention for an interacial gangbang.
They all went inside the spacious and surprisingly well appointed house. Malcolm directed everyone into the living room and went into the kitchen to prepare drinks. Carol found herself sitting on a couch between Malcolm’s friends Duane and Antwan and as small as the couch was, the three were crowded quite close. Malcolm returned to the living room and passed out the liquor. After several moments, Duane and Antwan began rubbing Carol’s body through her clothing while the conversation continued and everyone sipped their drinks.
Everyone was laughing and talking as the additional alcohol continued to break down Carol’s remaining inhibitions. She really didn’t understand what everyone was talking about other than the evident fact that she was laughing and having a really good time. Because of the alcohol, her head began to swim in erotic thoughts. The two men beside her took turns kissing her, probing her mouth with their tongues. Carol was surprised that she was enthusiastically kissing them back, probing with her own tongue. After several minutes, Duane peeled off her scrub top, while Antwan began to work at removing her white scrub pants. Carol gave out a drunken laugh, and thought “Oh yeah, this evening is going to be something special!” Even so, she said, “I think you better stop what you’re doing, because … ..” She never completed the sentence because suddenly Duane unsnapped and removed her bra and started sucking and caressing her nipples while Antwan resumed his efforts with her hospital pants.
Carol didn’t struggle, and in no time they had her completely naked. Antwan tossed Carole’s panties to Malcolm and the men all whistled in appreciation of Carol’s shapely body. Duane and Antwan continued running their hands all over her body, especially between her legs. Carol leaned back on the couch and spread her legs further apart, giving them a better opportunity to let them do anything they wanted. She closed her eyes and put her hands behind her head as she leaned against the back of the couch, enjoying their caresses.
As Antwan reached down between Carol’s legs, he fondled her pussy and was quickly joined by Duane. Carol drunkenly giggled again, surprised at her wontoness. Certainly she was bothered by these black strangers feeling her private parts, but it felt so good that she wanted them to continue. She knew she was drunk and knowing the men were abusing her actually excited and aroused her. She could feel her pussy juices flowing profusely, quickly coating the men’s fingers. Surprisingly, Carol quickly experienced her first orgasm of the evening prompted by just their probing fingers alone. It was overpowering and she truly thought she was going to pass out from the combination of booze and sexual arousal.
“This white bitch likes it,” chuckled Duane. “Now, let’s see how much she likes this.” He unzipped his slacks and extracted a fully erect seven inch cock and pulled Carol’s head into his lap. Carol obediently opened her mouth and began to enthusiastically suck his rigid cock. “Hey, Gimme some of that!” said Antwan after a few minutes watching the action. “Don’t I get some?” Duane agreed and Carol felt her head being pulled to the other side to suck another firm, throbbing cock. This one was about the same size, but seemed even thicker than the first one. She sucked Antwan’s cock deep in her throat, making soft humming sounds as she did. She gradually worked her mouth all the way down his organ until she felt her nose reach his kinky pubic hair. Malcolm watched the three and told Carol to go ahead and suck them both off, “You need a mouthful of hot cum, woman.” he chuckled.
Carol increased her efforts, sucking eagerly until Antwan finally thrust up violently and climaxed with a thick load of creamy white sperm. Carol swallowed every drop, then directed her attention back to Duane and swallowed his swollen shaft. She worked her magic on his cock and was quickly rewarded with an equally thick white load. As his climax subsided, Carol scooped up a few drops of cum that had dribbled out the corners of her mouth and licked them from her fingers.
Even in her drunken and lust-filled condition, Carol realized that the other two men in the room had shed their clothes and were now completely naked. D’shawn pulled her forward and up off the couch, pushing her down on her knees on the floor. She was kneeling in front of Malcolm and D’shawn, each with huge erections, taking them in each hand and began stroking one while she sucked the other. Carol didn’t hesitate, but inhaled Malcolm’s cock all the way to the base in one smooth plunge. She made sloppy, sensual sucking sounds with her mouth as she worked him back and forth and finally deep into her throat. It wasn’t long before her strenuous efforts were rewarded as a thick load of creamy semen flooded her mouth.
She had barely swallowed that load, when she turned her attention to D’shawn. His cock was a little shorter, perhaps six inches, and very slender. She giggled, humorously thinking “Why, he’s a real ‘pencil dick’!” Even so, she lavished sloppy kisses and licks on the man’s shaft before sucking him all the way. D’shawn was patient, enjoying every moment with this skilled white woman and she worked on him for quite a while the other men cheered her on. After about five minutes of her exquisite cocksucking skills, he also blew a fresh load of cum down her throat.
As she swallowed the last of D’shawn’s sperm, Carol looked up to see the other three naked men standing around her, black skin glistening in the dim light, looking down on her and stroking their cocks. “Look at her, she loves this shit,” said Duane “She be nothing but a true whore,” said Antwan. Carol was beyond caring what they were saying; all she wanted was for one of these men to slam his cock into in her foaming hot pussy and fuck her. As she was pulled to her feet, Malcolm said, “We’re gonna use you, Mrs. Wilson. We gonna fuck your white ass silly!”
Duane grabbed her and led her to the large coffee table and pushed her on her back. He spread her legs and said, “Get ready to fuck, bitch!” He wasted no time and rammed his stiff cock into her drooling slash, driving it all the way in without a pause. In spite of her wanton needs, the force of the thrust elicited a loud grunt from Carol. She concentrated on the fat dick that was starting to fuck her hard, sliding over her swollen clitoris with each probing thrust. “Fuck me, damn you!” she wailed, “Fuck me.” Considering her agitated state of arousal and provocative words, it didn’t take much of this before Duane closed his eyes and blasted her cunt with his hot, creamy sperm.
Next up was Antwan and when he entered her pussy, he took his time and slowly, deliberately wormed his thick shaft all the way in. Carol lost it again, seemingly in one sustained orgasm as she screamed in sexual release. She began wildly thrusting against him, humping her hips upwards to get even more of his black cock up her pussy. When he reached his orgasm, after quite a long time of hard fucking, she came with him in yet another crashing orgasm of her own.
Malcolm was behind Carol and rolled her over. She spread her legs, and he plunged his huge cock into her already saturated pussy. She was so wet at that point that he slid in easily. He laughed and said “This white girl, senior nurse Wilson, is more than ready and willing to take a lot of cock in her. What do you think? can we help this cock-hungry white bitch out?”
The others laughed and shouted approval. Antwan said, “Fuck her in her ass, bro!” Malcolm laughed again and asked Carol “Would you like that, Mrs. Wilson? Do you want me to fuck you in the ass?” Carol quietly moaned, “Yes.” Malcolm chuckled again and told her to beg him to fuck her in the ass. Carol anwered with a near scream, “Please fuck me in my ass! Shove that big black cock of yours in my ass … please!!!”
Carol couldn’t believe that she was actually pleading this erotic and sensual request, especially in a room full of black guys that she had fucked and sucked! Malcolm pulled his dick out of her pussy and she felt his cockhead pushing against her rectum. This time she did feel pain as he first penetrated her. She screamed, which only made the men laugh. However, before she could make any more sounds D’shawn grabbed her by her head and shoved his cock into her mouth. As he started to thrust it in and out he said, “Here’s something for you suck on, bitch!”
Malcolm’s thick shaft battered Carol’s rectum, slamming in at out as he shouted, “Take it, bitch! Take all my cock! Oh, fuck! Her ass is so tight!” Carol moaned around D’shawn’s dick rammed past her sucking lips, lost in her own sexual overload. Probably ten minutes passed before both men reached their climax, pouring even more semen into her body.
After that they all took turns with the exhausted Carol until she could barely stand. Antwan sat on the couch and told Carol to straddle him and sit down. Weakened, Carol did as she was told and he grabbed and positioned his cock and the moment she sat down he drove his cock deep in her rectum. Pulling her body back, he told Duane “Fuck the white bitch’s pussy now!!” Duane didn’t hesitate, sliding his cock against the lips of Carol’s steaming slash and driving it home. Now Carol had two huge black cocks probing and thrusting in her body. The double penetration prompted yet another orgasm and she ground back against their cocks in frenzied response. The action only made the men fuck the sex-crazed woman all the harder, which in turn making her orgasm more. With a howl, Antwan was the first to reach his climax, flooding her ravaged rectum with his steaming hot cum. He was quickly followed by Duane, who blasted another load into Carol’s sodden, well-used pussy.
They gradually stopped their fucking and they turned Carol over to be violated by the other two black men. She was rolled sideways to Malcolm’s waiting cock. Facing Malcolm, she was lifted and firmly impaled on his rigid shaft as he pulled her body toward his chest. D’shawn then crouched behind her, positioning himself and slid his cock in her battered rectum. In spite of the akward position, the two men began fucking her, shaking her weakened body like a rag doll. Seeing his opportunity, Duane stood up on the couch and grabbed the mature woman by the hair, shoving his cock back into her mouth. “Clean my cock, bitch!” he screamed. Antwan cheered them all on, stroking his cock as he watched Carol getting fucked in the pussy, ass and mouth.
Carol’s loud moans, the sounds of the men grunting, and the emotion of the experience drowned out everything. Carol’s mind was swirling for what seemed like hours, then she heard Malcolm grunt and say “I’m cuming in that white pussy of yours!!!” and Carol felt his load spurt deep inside of her. Moments later, D’shawn groaned and said “Oh, fuck! Oh yeah, feel a load of nigger cum up that tight white ass of yours! Oh, fuck yeah!” as he loosed his own flow of steaming semen into her rectum.
After a few moments, Duane pulled out of Carol’s ass and then she staggered off of Malcolm. She was so weakened by the fucking that she couldn’t stand up and slumped down next to him, exhausted and nearly comatose, She could hear them all of them laughing and hooting as Malcolm said “Mrs. Wilson is the kind of white girl who loves getting gang-fucked by niggers.”
And, just that suddenly, the gangbang came to a close when Duane threw her a towel, and said, “We’re done and you needed to clean up.” The others began to clean up and get dressed. Malcolm turned and quietly asked her, “Mrs. Wilson, are you okay?” Carol didn’t quite know how to answer him. Her pussy burned and her ass was on fire and her jaw had been outrageously stretched. She could barely move her legs and her arms were like rubber. But, she knew that she had never experienced as many orgasms as she had that night, perhaps in her entire life. Here she was, a respected nursing professional, sitting on a couch her white body totally naked after having been gangbanged by four black guys. She knew she should feel humiliated, violated, and ashamed; however, instead, she was totally turned on and aroused by the the fact that she had indeed been gangbanged by four black studs!
After she had recovered somewhat and the other men had left, Carol had Malcolm drive her home and that’s when she looked at the time on the dashboard clock. It was almost eleven. She had been fucked almost constantly for almost five hours.
On the way home, neither she nor Malcolm spoke as she replayed the events of the evening in her head. In doing so she realized that she was getting aroused again. She knew that she’d been fucked like she’d never been fucked before in her entire life. She was ashamed at what she’d done at Malcolm’s house. She’d been completely ravaged by four black men. Still, she was amazed at her eventual enjoyment of the ordeal, as evidenced by the moistness of her pussy in her renewed arousal.
Malcolm dropped her off at her home and she quietly entered the darkened house. Greg had obviously gone to bed. She climbed the steps to the bedroom and stripped off her scrubs, bra and panties. After a long, hot shower, she slipped into the bed. Her huband, awakened, sleeply asked, “Have a good time?” Carol, answered answered a brief “Yes,” then turned over and pulled the covers over her. She immediately fell asleep and as she slept, she had some positively outrageous dreams.

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Aerobic Spank 2

Aerobic Spank 2
When I returned home and cleaned up after my surprise experience at the aerobic studio, I sat down and gave the situation some thought. Sonia wouldn’t be returning home until she got off shift at 7:00, so I had sufficient time to decide exactly how to react. On the one hand, I had certainly been aware that Sonia was bi-sexual. She had mentioned, for example, that when she saw Hope undressed in the locker room, she became aroused. She loved Hope’s firm, pear-shaped breasts and pink nipples. I also knew that Sonia liked being spanked, and we had made that a part of our sexual play. She had even shared fantasies at times that involved sexual situations with a few of her friends and co-workers. What I had not been aware of, until I saw it with my own eyes, is that Sonia had acted on her fantasies and had not breathed a word about it to me, much less included me. I mean, most guys would love to watch what I had just seen by accident! I wanted to come up with something that would act as a combination of punishment for keeping secrets from me and encouragement to continue her sexual pursuits with my full knowledge, agreement and participation, if appropriate.
Here’s what I did: I phoned Hope and told her what I had seen at the gym and what my reactions were. Sonia had told me that Hope was more comfortable in her sexuality than anyone she had ever met, so I was hoping that Hope would assist me in my plan. I was not disappointed! She said she’d be delighted to help, and actually suggested some enhancements I had not even considered previously.
At 7:20, Sonia came through the front door, smiling and talking as though nothing out of the ordinary had taken place that day. I asked about her day, and she told me about the usual occurrences, customers she had waited on, a new bikini she wanted for herself and so on.
I finally asked, “So did anything unusual happen today?”
She looked a bit concerned as she responded, “No, why do you ask?”
“Well,” I said with a smile, “I stopped by with a sandwich at noontime, and you weren’t behind the counter, and the door was locked.”
Sonia’s face turned pale, and she started to stammer, “W-w-w-ell, I-I-I…”
“Don’t bother,” I told her, “I watched it all through the window!”
“Everything?” she gasped.
“Yep! I saw and heard everything! So…the question is, what are we going to do about it?”
“I’m so sorry,” Sonia began.
“Well, I’m sorry too, Sonia,” I replied. “I’m sorry you didn’t tell me what was going on, and I’m sorry you didn’t trust me enough to know that I would understand. In fact, you know your fantasies turn me on, so why would you think it wouldn’t be OK with me for you to follow through on them?”
“You mean, you wouldn’t have been mad if you knew I was doing all that?”
“No,” I said, I wouldn’t have been mad about that. I’m not mad about that now. What I am furious about, though, is that you kept secrets from me! That really hurts me, Sonia! I love you and I want you to be happy, but I think you need to pay for deceiving me, too”
“P-p-pay how?” she asked nervously.
I think you need to take all your clothes off right now and take a good hard spanking on your bare bottom!” I replied.
“Or what?” she responded somewhat defiantly.
“I don’t want to live with someone who won’t tell me the truth and wants to shut me off from a significant part of her life,” I declared. “So here’s the deal; you need to decide right now whether to take the punishment I’ve determined, and work with me to figure out how we’ll arrange our marriage and your other activities, or I can pack some things and leave right now. You decide!”
“You mean I can continue to have the things I need outside of our marriage and still be married to you too?”
“I mean that you can INCLUDE me and share that part of your life with me, or I don’t want to be here!” I responded.
She hesitated for a moment more, and then her eyes dropped to the floor as she began to undress. As always, I marveled at her beauty, but now there was an added component, because I was firmly in control. I knew that she would do whatever I told her to because she truly wanted to continue our marriage. When she finally removed her panties and stood before me completely naked, it was one of the most thrilling moments of my life.
“What do you want me to do now,” she asked softly.
“Well, before we go any further, I have a surprise for you. Only fair, I think, because I certainly got one this afternoon! Come on out, Hope!”
Hope walked out of the hallway leading to the bedroom. She, too, was nude, her tall, slender body magnificent. Sonia’s mouth dropped open; she was completely stunned. Hope didn’t say a word, simply walked across the living room and took Sonia in her arms. I watched as the two friends embraced passionately, breasts pressed together, hands caressing each other. Hope’s hands moved to my wife’s bottom and pulled her close. Sonia’s newly-shaved pussy pressed against Hope’s thigh. I was totally aroused at the sight of my wife and her best friend playing this way.
Finally Hope pulled away and said, “Well, I guess there’s a little business to take care of before we get too carried away. Sonia, why don’t you get on your elbows and knees on the floor and get that butt of yours right up in the air.” Sonia immediately did as she was told.
Hope nodded at me, and as we had planned, I knelt on one side of Sonia and Hope on the other. I began to rub one cheek of Sonia’s magnificent bottom and Hope attended to the other cheek. We played with Sonia’s bottom for a few minutes, a delicious task to say the least.
“OK,” I said, “here we go. I delivered a stinging slap to Sonia’s cheek, which elicited a sharp yelp. Hope immediately popped the other cheek, and we continued alternately spanking Sonia’s bottom until it was bright pink and she was squirming and sniffling.
Finally Hope said, “Sonia, have you showed your husband how you play with yourself?” This was something I had asked of Sonia in the past, but she had always demurred.
“No!” Sonia exclaimed, “And I’m not going to do it now either!”
“We’ll see,” Hope murmured and proceeded to pepper Sonia’s backside with hard sharp smacks. After 10 or 12 to each cheek, Sonia was in tears.
“OK, I’ll do it!” Sonia blubbered. Just stop, please!”
Hope grinned wickedly and said, “Just reach right back between your legs and get busy, girl!” Hope looked at me and said, why don’t you just get up and sit on the couch and enjoy this. I’ll make sure Sonia puts on a good show for you…she does it for us on a regular basis.”
As I got up and moved to the couch, I asked, “Just how long has the deal at the studio been going on, anyway?”
“About a year, I guess.” Hope replied. “Sharon thinks up all kinds of “reasons” to spank us and have sex. All of us get off on it, so we’re glad to play along.”
Sitting on the sofa, I had a marvelous view of Sonia’s ass and her hand rubbing her pussy. Hope straddled Sonia’s back, facing me and spread Sonia’s buttocks apart, making the view even more awesome. Then she started spanking Sonia’s cheeks again, slapping both cheeks at the same time. Juice was dripping from Sonia’s spread pussy lips.
“Look at who’s all wet,” Hope smirked. “You love getting a spanking on your naughty bottom, don’t you?”
“Oh, I do!” Sonia gasped and rubbed her clit even more briskly. Before long, she began to shudder and shake and had an intense orgasm. My sweat pants around my ankles, I watched and stroked myself while I watched my wife play with herself.
“OK, now you have to show him the rest, Sonia,” Hope ordered. No hesitation now. Sonia’s middle finger, wet with her juices, was inserted into her bottom hole and then moved in and out, fucking her own asshole. Hope resumed slapping both of Sonia’s bottom cheeks, and Sonia came again. When her spasms subsided, Hope said, “Well, I think it’s about time to take care of your husband, like a good wife should.” At Hope’s direction, my wife crawled over to where I was seated on the sofa, took my hard penis in her mouth and began to lick and suck me. Hope sat down behind her and began to lick Sonia’s pussy as she pleasured me. Sonia reached behind her and began to rub Hope’s pussy.
And suddenly there was a knock on the door.
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Shopping Part 1- The Shoe Store

Shopping
The Shoe Store
Part One
My wife and I live in the country so once a week we make the 50 minute drive to the nearest city to do some shopping. Beth is a bit of an exhibitionist so when we go to town she will wear a see through top with no bra, a very short mini skirt, with no panties and sandals. Sometimes when in town nothing really happens and then other times she will have an opportunity to flash some young guy giving him a thrill and turning herself on. As we drive to town I will reach across and play with her clit generally bringing her to multiple orgasms and getting her so turned on she can’t wait to expose herself to someone.
This time was no different when she got to town all she wanted to do was go to the mall and find some young guy to expose herself to. There didn’t seem to be any prospects as we walked around although we both noticed that some of the old guys were enjoying having a look at her breasts as she walked by. Suddenly she stopped in front of a shoe store and announced she wanted to try on some shoes, mainly some high boots. This was a shoe store where you get to sit down and have a salesperson wait on you, it also had a section of women’s clothing and as we entered I saw why she wanted to go in this store. There was only one salesperson in the store and he was a young good looking guy.
Beth and I sat down and this guy comes over and introduces himself to us. His name is Ken and Beth tells him she is looking for some sexy boots to wear that will go with her skirt she has on. A few minutes later he comes back with several boxes and sits down in front of Beth. She puts her foot on the stool right in front of his crotch being careful to keep her legs together. He reaches out and removes her sandals then pulls a pair of black boots out of one of the boxes. As he reaches out to lift her foot to put the boot on she slowly moves her legs apart revealing her shaved hot pussy. Ken pauses for a moment as he sees what is between her legs then he somewhat clumsily helps to put the boot on.
Beth puts her foot down on the floor removing his view of her pussy and he asked her what she thought, but before she can answer Ken suggested he put the other boot on her. She then put her other foot up on the stool and he reached out to remove her sandal. As she slowly parted her legs he took more time taking off the sandal and putting the other boot on. Ken was obviously enjoying the show because he was sitting on a stool with his legs apart and he had an obvious hard on. Beth got up and walked around some stopping just off to the side of Ken and bent over to feel the boot giving him a good view of her bare bum.
Beth then came back and sat down and asked Ken what else he had to show her. Ken went through a very slow ritual of removing her boots one at a time. Each time when she lifted her foot onto the stool her legs were apart giving Ken the perfect view of her pussy. Beth then told Ken that it is too bad that this was not a store that gave private fittings as some other customer could come in a t anytime. Ken then said he could take care of that, so he got up and locked the door placing a sign in the window saying he had gone for a break.
When he returned he again straddled the stool and Beth placed her foot in front of his crotch. Ken pulled out the next pair of boots with high heels and up the front of them. He had to undo the laces in order fo put the boots on Beth so while he was doing this Beth asked him his age. He admitted to just being 18 and that his parents owned the store but were away so he was here taking care of business. At the same time he was unlacing the boots, telling his story and making sure he got a good look at Beth’s pussy she slowly moved her bare foot up to his crotch and started to rub his hard cock through his pants with her toes. Ken just stopped preparing the boots and Beth had to remind him of what he was doing.
He reluctantly finished preparing the boots then started to place the boot on her foot. For this she had to remove her foot from his cock but she made sure her legs were spread while put on the boot and laced it up. As he reached down for the other boot Beth exchanged feet and again placed her foot on his hard cock rubbing it with her toes. Although he did not want her to quit he reluctantly put the other boot on and slowly laced it up. When he was finished she put both feet up on the stool and spread her legs giving him a full view of her pussy. “Do you like what you see” she asked?
“I sure do” he said.
During this whole time I had sat quietly watching the two of them wondering what she was going to do next and I couldn’t wait because all of this had given me a raging hard on. Beth got up and walked around in her new boots, bending over occasionally to give us a view of her ass. Ken had his hand between his crotch and was rubbing his hard cock though his pants obviously enjoying the show.
Beth came back over and instead of sitting in the chair she straddles Ken’s legs and sits down on him. She then reached down between his legs, replaces his hand with hers and begins to massage his cock through his pants. She then undoes his belt and loosens the button and zipper on his pants, then she takes her hand and places it inside his pant to feel his hard cock. I sat there and watched as she rubbed his cock up and down revealing the head of his cock outside his pants. Beth then backed off his lap and at the same time pulled more of his cock out. She knelt down in front of him and then leaned over and took his cock in her mouth. Beth sucked the head of his cock in and out of her mouth for about a minute then she reached up and began to pull his pants off of him.
As he was sitting on a stool it was a bit awkward but she managed to get him stripped of his pants revealing his hard 6” cock. Beth then got back up and again straddled Ken but instead of sitting as she had before she moved closer and slowly sat down on his cock. As she slowly moved her pussy up and down on his cock she undid her top so Ken could have access to her tits. He took a tit in each hand massaging them and played with her nipples. Within seconds she was having an orgasm and was working her way to multiple orgasms. Ken took a nipple into his mouth and while he sucked she started having multiple orgasms.
Her skirt was up around her waist and I had a view of his cock sliding in and out of my wife. Beth sensed that Ken was going to cum so she started to move up and down on his cock faster. He could not hold off any longer and started to cum inside my wife’s pussy. At the same time Beth’s orgasm peaked and she and Ken both cried out as they had an orgasm at the same time.
After a few minutes they both calmed down and Beth again sat down in the chair and asked Mike how much the boots were. She said they were good, sexy, fuck boots and asked if he agreed. Ken said they sure are and she could have them for nothing, because he had been a virgin when she came into the store and the boots were a small price to pay. Beth thanked him very much and as she got up she leaned over and gave him a deep kiss and again rubbed his cock. She got up, straightened hir skirt and we left the store. On her way out she looked back at Ken and said, “You give great service and she would be back.” As the door was closing behind us we heard him say, “I sure hope you do!”
As we walked along the mall she told me she was still horny and asked who is next?

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