I Want To Be Your Slave
Sorry, this starts off a bit slow. It takes awhile for the sex to happen. I wanted to write a serious science fiction story (the one our hero says he’s written), but one of the characters had other ideas.
Sorry, this starts off a bit slow. It takes awhile for the sex to happen. I wanted to write a serious science fiction story (the one our hero says he’s written), but one of the characters had other ideas.
Amanda is a 21 year-old young breastfeeding mother who is behind on her rent. As the late fees add up, will her landlord offer her a deal she can’t refuse in order to pay up? Or will she face eviction?
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Escaping an abusive husband, making friends, sending letters to her son, and loving black cock.
Annette decides to go to her uncle in California
Hi, my name is Ciara I just turned 18 and I have decided to try and fulfill every man’s fantasies.
Romance with a black man, lust with his father.
The old ladies in the ‘Home’ don’t turn these 4 old men on so they figure out how to get what they want.
Nicole continues her first day in education.
[b]Julie scoured her flat for food, some baked beans a bit of mouldy cheese and some hard looking bread. She knew she could ring her dad and he would give her some money but he would demand that she should come and work for him. She enjoyed what she did her first year as a secondary teacher in a tough London borough. She could hear his voice echo a waste of a private education and three years at Oxford to work with a load of hooligans.
He would have been even more insistent if he had known that she was the object of most of the boy’s wet dreams. Hardly surprising that with her long shapely legs, her slim figure and firm breasts. She had long blonde hair pale blue eyes and a very pretty face.
She was regretting the three drinks she had had at the pub on an empty stomach with Ian smiling at her reminding her about the bet they had.
She opened the door. Wayne stood there, the subject of the bet. He was only twelve years old but taller than her, well over six-foot and broad with it and very black. A good-looking boy he was going to be a real heart breaker she decided when he’s older. Surprised to see him nevertheless as he was dripping wet she let him in.
“Come in.”
She hadn’t seen Wayne in four weeks now. He had been transferred to her form group after an incident with a couple of girls in his previous form. According to the head of year
Wayne had an incredibly high IQ but was a real underachiever due to his non-attendance. That was what the bet was about two hundred pounds that she could get him to attend at least sixty percent of the time.
She hadn’t seen him but he had followed her got to know her every habit. He was obsessed by her. She was a cock tease. He recalled the last time he had seen her he had watched her playing chess against him and the other boys in her chess club. She licked her lips and played with her long blonde hair. He knew enough about body language to know flirting when he saw it.
If that was not enough her blouse had three buttons undone and as she leaned forward to move her pieces you could see the first rise of her breasts her pretty white bra exposed. He watched her less affected by her gestures at least on the surface. She sat opposite him he had played well the game was balanced nicely. She made her move and then sat back another button undone. He could not believe it nor could he take his eyes off her breasts. He could make out her nipples clearly.
He made a poor move distracted by the lovely teacher in front of him. He concentrated as hard as he could on his next move. She returned made her move quickly. Dam he thought she had redone her button.
He looked at the board then back to her she smiled at him. Unbelievably her button was once more undone her nipples erect. She leant forward apparently studying the board but affording him an even better view of her tits. He had lost concentration completely and made his second mistake. Two moves later he had lost but even so he had lasted longer than anyone else.
He knew her Friday routine a trip to the pub. Three or four drinks a slightly wobbly walk back. She was a woman who was not used to drink. Well she would be sorry.
He sat down opposite her.
“My mum asked if you would like to try these two bottles of wine. She can buy them at a cut price and wanted to know what you thought of them.”
“Well if you’re in school on Monday I’ll tell you.”
“She needs to know for tomorrow.”
Julie had met Wayne’s mother and knew that she ran an off-license. They had got talking and with Julie having spent a year in France she was considered to be an expert on wine.
“If I give you an answer then will you come to school on Monday?”
“I’ll come if you can beat me at chess.”
Julie smiled she ran a chess club at school in fact it was the last time she had seen Wayne. Each month she would play all of her students simultaneously. She had never lost.
From the large bag he was carrying he got out a chess set and set it up.
“You haven’t tried the wine yet.” Julie poured two glasses.
Carefully she smelt them both and looked at their colour, their viscosity. They were good expensive wines. She took a big sip of the first one and nodded her head it was excellent, if anything the second wine tasted even better.
“So you promise to come to school for the rest of this term if I win?”
He nodded.
“What if I win Miss? What prize can I have?”
Julie tossed back her long blonde hair then she leant back so that her breasts were pushed forward. She licked her lips suggestively. She knew it was a form of flirting but a teacher had to use all her assets.
“I don’t know what would you like?”
“I’d like to see your tits.”
At first she thought she must have misheard him.
“If I win I’d like to see your breasts. Don’t tell me that you’ve never sunbathed topless. It would be just the same.”
She almost slapped his face.
“That’s impossible. You are twelve year’s old and I’m your teacher.”
“I reckon you’re just chicken miss. Anyway what’s the big deal? I wouldn’t tell anyone and I guess you wouldn’t.
What you frightened of Miss you know you’ll beat me. You beat me in about seven moves last time and I’ve not played anyone since. You scared of losing?”
“I’m not scared of losing but I just couldn’t do that. I could lose my job.”
Julie knew there was no way she could lose but even so. She had forgotten how close the game had been last time.
“You a chicken miss. Cluck cluck. You think a twelve-year old boy could beat you? A black boy who is stupid and never comes to school? There’s no way I could beat you don’t you think?”
An unsubtle jibe she thought.
“Listen I’ll not just come to school but I’ll try really hard and not get into trouble.”
Julie was tempted she liked Wayne and wanted him to succeed but even so she couldn’t possibly do as he asked. She wouldn’t have to there was no way she could lose. Slightly tempted she listened as he taunted her.
“Are you ashamed of your tits? Do you think they’re too small? Cluck cluck chicken.”
Her face reddened annoyed at his presumption and utterly convinced of her invincibility she replied.
“OK win or lose you promise to come into school for the rest of the term?”
Wayne nodded.
“You haven’t told me which wine you prefer Miss.”
Julie finished both glasses. Wayne carefully filled them up again for her.
“The firslt one.” She said her speech slurred.
They started to play. Julie shook her head to clear it. He was playing well. So he should he had spent the last four weeks playing against a computer and reading about chess. He could now beat the computer regularly. Even if she had been sober she might well have struggled but her natural caution removed she had attacked and lost her queen, two knights a rook and a bishop to his queen and one knight he pressed home his advantage.
“Check mate.” He announced.
“Take off your top miss.”
She shook her head.
“I knew it you’re just like all the other adults in my life you make a promise then you break it.”
His words had stung her. She did not want to let him down and nearly removed her top but instead she said.
”Let’s make it best of three.”
“Ok but if I win you strip completely. In fact you lap dance for me.”
“I don’t know. Give me a minute.”
She knew she would win I just have to concentrate, her head was clearing. The last game she had been far too aggressive but even so she had nearly got him at the end. There was definitely no way she would lose if she took her time.
“OK.”
Julie made herself a black coffee. She felt a bit more sober.
Wayne set up the board.
“So what are the terms?” He asked her.
“You know.”
“You backed out last time and just want to hear you say it and then I know I can trust you.”
“Ok if I win you agree to come to school for the rest of the year.”
“Go on.”
“If you win then” She paused.
“I’ll strip in front of you.”
“You mean you will take off all your clothes and do a striptease?”
“Yes if you win I’ll do a striptease. I’ll lap dance for you. OK”
The game was even to start with. Julie concentrated hard. Wayne licked his lips telling her he was thirsty.
“Coffee?”
He shook his head and looked at the wine on the table.
“Did you want to try some of this wine?”
He nodded and she poured him a large glass.
“You’re not trying to get me drunk are you?”
“No not really.”
“Are you sure?”
“Well possibly.” She laughed hoping it would even up the odds.
“Anything to help you win.”
“No I mean to help me win.” She corrected her statement.
Check mate he thought to himself. He was careless and Julie won the game easily. She excused herself and went to the toilet. He checked his recorder perfect pictures and sound.
She sat down opposite him.
“Last game?”
“No need. Take your clothes off.” As he spoke he brandished a huge wicked looking knife.
“Get out or I’ll call the police.”
He pressed the play button on his DVD recorder. She listened and watched horrified as she agreed to strip for him and then offered him wine admitting that she was trying to get him drunk. He held up her mobile phone.
“How you going ring the police? Who they going to believe you or me especially when they hear you on the tape man? I’m going to rape you anyway and you’re not going to tell anyone.”
Julie knew that what he said was true. She thought of running for the door of screaming for help. He was between her and the door and the people next door were never in.
“You got two choices lie back and enjoy it or lie back and get hurt. Which is it going to be?”
“Right dance for me.”
Julie forced herself to dance slowly provocatively. Her white blouse fell to the floor, then her tight black skirt. She undid her bra covering her firm small breasts with her hands.
Julie held her breasts together squeezing them so that they looked bigger than they were. She danced closer to him her tits not far from his face. He leant forward grabbed her tits roughly fondling them. He pulled her closer and sucked on her nipple biting it. Surprised at how turned on she felt she blushed aware of her arousal her nipples erect.
She turned away from him before dancing simulating the sex act her breasts bouncing up and down. If he was going to rape her then she wanted him to be quick. She rubbed her hand across her panties pretending to masturbate. She was wet down there her panties showed a line where her juices had leaked out. She pretended to come opening her mouth and panting.
She slipped out of her thong covering her triangle of blonde pubes with her hand as she danced closer and closer to him. She thrust her pussy towards him. He smiled this was going to be good. She was one hot bitch.
He reached between her legs fingering her finding her swollen clit he played with it. She was ready. He flicked her cunt with his tongue. She tasted good sweet just like honey.
The young blonde was humiliated about to be raped by a twelve-year old, a pupil in her charge yet he was the one in charge now. He pointed to the couch. She lay down her legs clamped together. She watched as he lifted his T-shirt above his head, he was well developed in any fight there would have only have been one winner. He stepped out of his jeans and his boxers.
He was excited, boy was he excited. She glanced at his erect penis, it stretched up beyond his navel at least ten inches in length she guessed but it was its thickness that shocked her. It was as thick as her wrist.
He pushed her legs apart forcing his cock against her cunt. She was frightened now. She had never experienced anything that big.
“Please don’t.”
She begged him. Her body was telling her the opposite. She was excited.
“You fucking cock tease. Shut up.”
He pushed hard entering her slowly stretching her tight small opening.
There was nothing subtle about his lovemaking she was being violated. He fucked her quickly with deep powerful fast thrusts. She tried to concentrate on anything rather than this young black boy squeezing her breasts roughly pulling her arse cheeks apart as he continued to fuck her remorselessly.
The young teacher could not help her feelings, she had never been felt such pressure inside her and on her clitoris each thrust brought her closer and closer to coming. She wrapped her legs round his torso. She grabbed him tightly pulling him deeper and deeper into her.
She was screaming now.
“Oh god that’s so good.
Oh please yes, oh fuck.”
“Oh fuck yeeeees. I’m coming.
Oh god yes.
She was scratching his back lost in animal lust her body filled with pleasure. She had come but he had not. She felt a second orgasm start to build.
“Yes! Yes!
Go on don’t stop.”
They came together jet after jet of his cum filling her cunt.
“Lick me clean bitch.”
Meekly she took his still massive cock in her mouth sucking it licking along its length. She lay naked on the couch her cunt lips puffy dripping with his cum.
“Listen I won’t tell anyone if you go now.”
He smiled before he inserted the DVD into her player and she watched horrified as she screamed and begged for more.
“I’m staying here. You will do exactly as I tell you. If not I hand this over to the police or I post it on the internet. Teacher seduces young boy will make very good headlines. After your performance there I’ve no doubt that people will believe you wanted it. If you agree to do what I say then I will give you the DVD.”
Julie was trapped lost. She stared down at the floor.
“My terms are simple you fuck me whenever I want wherever I want however I want. That’s for the next eight weeks until your bet runs out.”
“You know about the bet?”
“Yo. I suggest that on Monday I don’t turn up and you offer to double the bet. You give me half of the winnings. At the end of term I’ll give you the DVD and unless you want to you’ll not hear from me again. Do you agree?”
“Look there has to be some rules, I can’t be seen with you that would get me the sack and during the week I have so much work to do that it would just be impossible.”
“I’ll think about that. Now get on the floor on your hands and knees, I’m going to give you the fuck of your life.”
Meekly she acquiesced to his demand. He knelt between her legs easing his cock into her soaking wet hole. He grabbed her tits squeezing them roughly as he started to pound into her. He was better than any lover she had experienced. He fondled her clit expertly with one hand the other massaging her small firm tits pulling on her nipples. The feeling was exquisite.
She couldn’t help it she was screaming and sighing and begging and coming and coming. The young teacher had always had rape fantasies. Her whole body seemed to turn to jelly a quivering throbbing mass of super excited flesh. Her stomach went into spasm as orgasm after orgasm built and climaxed followed by another. At last he came filling her once more with his spunk.
She lay in her bed wrapped in his arms ashamed of her actions and even more ashamed of her reactions she had loved sex with him. A twelve-year old boy how could she? Sex with him had been better than any of her boyfriends. Not that she was that experienced only four lovers and none of them had made her come like that.
“Turn over bitch.”
The young blonde teacher meekly did as the twelve-year boy demanded and lay on her stomach trembling with fear and anticipation. He pulled her legs apart roughly squeezing the small cheeks of her arse.
“Lick my finger.”
Julie licked his fingers and froze in horror as he pushed first one finger and then a second into her tight rectum.
“Please no. Nobody’s ever done that to me before.” Sensing that she was about to be anally raped.
“Shut the fuck up bitch.” He slapped her hard on her bottom.
“Now kneel and open up.”
Meekly obediently she pulled her arse cheeks apart affording him easy access. He pushed his now engorged cock against her hole. He eased it slowly into her reluctant body. God she was tight. He almost came there and then. He waited before he began to penetrate his teacher’s arse even deeper.
Inch by inch his ten-inch cock was pushed deeper into her. He started to fuck her slowly at first long slow powerful strokes. He squeezed her small firm tits with one hand while the other stroked her clit.
He built up his rhythm fucking her tight puckered hole faster and faster stretching her hurting her. Despite the pain she felt a powerful orgasm build and explode shaking her to her very sole.
As she squealed with animal pleasure he could contain his own orgasm no longer and he came flooding her anus with jet after jet of his cum. Fuck she was good he thought to himself.
She was sure he was asleep and as quietly as she could she crept over to his DVD recorder. He smiled at her and before she could move he grabbed her by her hair yanking her back onto the bed.
He put her naked stomach across his knees and smacked her hard on her arse. She screamed with pain. He struck her again. She could feel his cock hardening with each blow he reined down on her cute small bottom.
He reached between her legs pushing his fingers roughly into her vagina. She was wet down there excited.
“You horny bitch.”
He shagged her quickly roughly using her like a doll. Even so she came and came screaming loudly.
He used her five times more before he was ready to leave twice more in her cunt once more in her arse. Then getting her to swallow all of his ten inches before firing his spunk into her mouth and then across her face covering her hair and eyes in his spunk. He squeezed her tits together rubbing his huge cock between her small breasts before covering her once more in his semen.
“You stuck up bitch. You’re a fucking slag a whore you love being fucked. I’ll see you Tuesday.”
She lay in her bed exhausted but totally sexually fulfilled.
Tuesday came and duly he arrived at school.
“Can I see you at lunchtime Miss?”
In her own classroom he stood in front of her, his hands reached up and touched her breasts. It was like an electric shock running through her body. She watched horrified as her nipples stood out. She could smell her arousal feel her juices flowing. She felt powerless to resist as he fondled her breasts her nipples sensitive under his hands.
“Take your bra off.”
“What if someone comes in?”
“Do it!”
Julie undid her bra reaching inside her blouse she pulled it down so that her firm breasts were uncovered. Wayne opened her blouse completely and kissed and bit her nipples it hurt but it excited her. Her young pupil reached inside her skirt his hand finding her knickers they were damp from her juices. He was cruel as he roughly pushed them to one side and pushed his fingers into her.
“You gagging for it aren’t you Miss?”
The young blonde nodded.
He pulled her head down onto his cock.
“Lick that you cunt, you whore you fucking slag.”
She sucked his cock stroking his balls till she felt his excitement. He fired his spunk into her mouth jet after jet of his hot salty liquid. She felt humiliated by Wayne, a twelve-year-old a pupil in her charge she was meant to tell him what to do.
“Bitch I’m going to a party on Friday night. You coming as my girlfriend. Don’t worry it’s my cousins party he’s going to be sixteen you won’t know anybody there except me. dress sexy but not too old I don’t want people to think I’m a grave robber.”
He lifted her skirt and gave her a hard slap on the small round globes of her cute bottom.
“OK bitch.”
She wore a short black skirt and a tight sparkly T-shirt. She looked in the mirror, I could pass for fifteen maybe she thought. She was always being asked for her ID.
Wayne arrived he looked at her.
“What you wearing underneath your skirt?”
He made her change her tights and sensible knickers for the smallest pair of knickers he could find in her drawers.
“Take your bra off.”
Julie’s tits were firm and did not sag at all without the bra but her nipples stood out and the tightness of the top left nobody in doubt as to the shape of her tits or the fact that she was naked underneath.
They arrived at the party at nine. It hadn’t really got going. Wayne had made her buy two bottles of cheap vodka and he had got hold of several bottles of wine and some bacardi from his mum.
There were two other girls sat on a settee.
“Sit down with the other bitches.” Wayne brought her a large glass of vodka with a tiny bit of lemonade.
She looked round the room there were eight boys most of them about Wayne’s age some a little older perhaps. They were all including the two girls on the couch beside her black. She had never been so conscious of her whiteness.
“Drink up.” Mandy ordered her.
The young teacher took a sip and nearly choked.
“All of it.” This time it was Amy who tipped her glass up spilling some of the vodka onto Julie’s top making her T-shirt practically diaphanous.
“You Wayne’s girl?” Julie nodded.
“Wayne your girlfriend’s glass is empty.”
Wayne obligingly filled it up.
“What year you in year nine or ten?”
“Year ten she lied.”
“No you’re not in year ten, eight or nine at the very most.”
“You want to dance?” they asked her.
So all three of them got up to dance. They were joined by three of the boys the youngest looking one whose name was Chris danced with Julie.
“Put on a smoochy one.” Amy shouted.
The music was slow. Chris pulled her close to him, his head barely above her breasts. His hands drifted down and squeezed her bottom.
“Stop that I’m here with Wayne.”
“Wayne won’t mind.”
He pulled her head down towards his and gave her a sloppy french kiss. She returned the kiss. Exploring his mouth with her tongue it felt sexy. She turned away her back towards him, he had one hand round her waist and the other was groping her unfettered breasts.
She turned to face him and he pulled her once more towards him.
“It’s just a bit of fun.” He assured as he groped her bottom again. She moved his hands back up to the small of her back. If any of her boyfriends had behaved like this to her she would have slapped their faces. Her rule for her first date was no more than a chaste kiss certainly no fondling.
The shame of it here she was being groped in all the most private places by a young boy she had only just met. What was worse was the fact she was enjoying it and didn’t really want him to stop.
She was confused the alcohol had got to her she knew that. She was annoyed at his impertinence no she was aroused. She could feel a familiar itch between her legs a need for release. She had better stop this right now.
He was like a limpet at last she extricated herself from his grip she had her bottom felt and as she broke away his hands had managed to fondle her breasts. The three girls sat down on the floor as one boy was now sprawled out on the settee.
After a few minutes Mandy got them all up to dance again. Julie was feeling decidedly the worst for drink but she enjoyed dancing. Chris pulled her close to him his hands on her skirt fondling her bottom. He stood between her legs making her wrap her legs around him holding her tightly. He rubbed himself up and down against her. She could fell his hardness press against her stomach. She tried to push him away but only succeeded in touching his very hard cock.
This time she let him fondle her his hands working up under her skirt gripping her naked cheeks. Wayne walked past and winked at Chris. He was like an octopus his hands on her thighs then her breasts back to her bottom. Chris slipped his hand under her T-shirt finding her naked tit squeezing her excited nipple. He moved his other hand up to the top of her thigh touching her between her legs. Julie was acutely aware of her arousal her moistness she pulled his hand away.
“Follow me.”
Julie followed Chris to an upstairs room. He kissed her she returned the kiss. He stroked her breasts her nipples responding sticking out over an inch. He lifted her top over her head and sucked her nipples. She loved it. The young teacher responded her mouth open with pleasure her cunt soaking wet.
The lovely blonde pulled down her skirt and her thongs lying stark naked in front of a virtual stranger what was worse a young boy. He stroked between her legs. Julie groaned with pleasure.
Chris could not have been happier. He had never felt a girl before never seen one naked. He looked at her. The young teacher lay lewdly on the bed legs akimbo her juices flowing freely. She closed her eyes, her tongue licking her lips as she squirmed with pleasure at his touch close to an orgasm.
He was going to memorise every single millimetre of her body. He looked at her breasts firm her pink areola, her nipples sticking out, her long blonde hair framing her lovely face, her flat stomach and that beautiful blonde triangle above her thighs.
Julie reached sown and undid his zip his cock springing free. She pulled his shorts down and licked his balls and his cock exactly as he told her to. Amy barged in and told them to get back downstairs. Julie blushed at the embarrassment of being caught naked sucking on a cock.
Julie was relieved when at last they sat down again. Chris and the other two boys sat down opposite them. Chris finished his bottle and spun it round on the floor. Julie decided that it wasn’t only the bottle that was spinning but her head.
“Spin the bottle I love that.” Amy shrieked.
“Wayne your girlfriend has got an empty glass.”
Wayne filled her glass again.
“We going to play spin the bottle you mind? You want to join in?”
“No I’m playing cards in the kitchen.”
“Chris has taken a real shine to your bitch.”
Wayne gave Chris a high five and went back to his game of cards.
“OK this how we play it. I’m going to put some suggestions into the glass, one for you boys and one for us girls and whoever spins the bottle picks out the paper for the person it lands on and they have to do it or take a dare. Ok everyone understand?”
Amy and Mandy shrieked with laughter as they filled in the bits of paper.
“You the youngest Chris you get to spin it first.”
It pointed to Mandy.
Chris read it out it said flash your tits.
“I’ll take a dare.”
“Snog Julie.” Chris said.
Mandy leant over and gave Julie a peck on the lips.
“That’s not a snog.” They all chorused.
Julie stood and Mandy kissed her, pushing her tongue into Julie’s mouth. Mandy stroked the blonde’s long legs finding the naked flesh between her nylons and her thong.
She made sure that everyone got a good view of Julie’s practically naked arse.
Julie sat down in a very confused state, she was excited aroused and blushing. It wasn’t her first lesbian kiss all the girls had well nearly all the girls had practised kissing with each other at the boarding school she’d attended but that was seven years ago at least.
She looked round as the bottle was spun a few more boys had come in and were watching from the far side of the room.
The bottle pointed to her. Strip down to your underwear. She hesitated.
“I’ve got a really wicked dare for you if you don’t take it.”
Julie glanced over to where she hoped Wayne would be but she could hear them in the kitchen getting drunker and playing poker loudly.
Julie lifted her sparkly top over her head and stepped out of her skirt. The boys gave a loud cheer. She pirouetted to much acclaim from all sides of the room. She went to replace her clothes and was told that the rules were any clothes you remove stay off.
She spun the bottle it pointed to Gary. Have your cock felt by the first girl on your left. Gary smiled at the young blonde.
“Look’s like it’s your lucky night.”
He lowered his trousers and slipped his hard black cock out waving it in front of Julie. She held it not moving her hand.
“You can do better than that.” Amy told her, putting her hand on top of Julie’s and pushing Julie’s hand up and down on what was a very impressive shaft.
“Keep going.” Amy removed her own hand.
Gary started to breathe quickly and before Julie could stop him he came firing his spunk onto her naked tits, to loud cheers from the others.
The bottle pointed to Amy. Wank in public.
“I put that in the boy’s glass.”
“And I put it in the girl’s.”
Amy opted for a dare. Kiss everyone’s cock or cunt.
The boys eagerly got out their cocks and Amy kissed each one, Mandy pulled her knickers down and Amy buried her head between her friend’s legs before kissing her there. Julie stood Amy pulled her thongs down and her tongue found Julie’s moist opening. Julie closed her eyes in pleasure.
Somebody offered her a joint as the bottle was spun again. It pointed to Chris. Take all your clothes off. He shook his head. The rest of the party, over twenty boys by now were all standing outside the circle watching. All their eyes were on the young blonde who sat practically naked. You have to shag the girl on your right for at least ten minutes. Chris glanced across at Wayne who smiled broadly.
He stripped quickly his cock hard and erect. Almost before she was aware of it Julie was pinned to the floor by Amy and Mandy. Julie tried to hold on to her thongs but a knife came from nowhere and sliced through them. She tried to keep her legs together but several pairs of hands forced them apart. She tried to scream but by this time Chris had clamped his mouth on hers and was kissing her furiously.
She felt his slim cock ease into her moist opening. He moved slowly as the audience told him how long.
Ten seconds, fifteen seconds, twenty seconds, twenty five. She was fully aroused lying on the ground as she was being fucked watched by over twenty pairs of eyes. Her cunt muscles gripped his young thin cock tightly. She could feel Chris increase his pace he had lasted less than thirty seconds before he shot his load into her. It didn’t matter she had come. He rolled off.
He was replaced by Clive, the third boy in the group. She watched horrified as he stripped his cock long and thick. He lay between her legs.
“Thirty five seconds to beat.” Amy called out.
Julie realised too late that she was going to be gang banged by every boy there. Clive played with her tits as his mouth gripped on her neck he was going to give her a love bite.
“One minute. One minute thirty.” Three orgasms she counted in his ninety seconds.
The next boy looked to be the oldest and the biggest.
“Hi I’m Sam and I’m going to give you the fuck of your life. I’m Wayne’s sixteen year old cousin.”
He was strong broad shouldered and like his cousin he was well-developed where it really mattered.
“Look at the fucking size of that. It must be a foot in length.”
The big black cock in front of her was long she knew that but it was its girth that was the truly amazing thing about it.
It stretched her. Sam knew how to fuck a lady. He was slow then fast then he would stop. He went in and out with great long slow thrusts then quicker shorter strokes. His hands massaged her breasts her stomach her arse expertly tenderly then more roughly. Instead of going in and out he rested his mighty member against her clit gently rubbing it with slow sensuous circular movements.
Her whole body was undulating her legs wrapped tightly round his torso pulling him tightly towards her wanting him to last forever.
Eighteen minutes, nineteen minutes, he lasted nearly twenty minutes before he came.
“You’re not old enough.” Amy laughed at Tom who had a pencil size dick. He entered Julie quickly and moved rapidly. Julie came again. Tom rolled off pretending he had come.
Four more fucks in the next ten minutes her cunt throbbing her tits sore from being mauled her neck covered in love bites.
She went to the loo. She looked at her body in the cracked mirror a picture of total debauchery. Once more Mandy and Amy helped her down and opened her legs.
Gary was next he lasted twelve minutes. Seven more boys followed, what was the matter with her? She wanted each of them, she writhed and bounced and bucked as each one fucked her. She was behaving like a slut begging them to fuck her screaming with pleasure as they pleasured themselves with her body.
She was turned over onto her knees and fucked again six more times till every boy there had fucked her once all except Wayne and the boy on the couch.
Chris spread her cheeks and pushed his thin cock towards her secret hole he pushed gently his cock lubricated with gel. Clive got underneath her and pulled her down onto his cock. She was being fucked in both holes.
It felt as though both cocks were touching inside her body, it felt good it felt very good, it felt very fucking good indeed. They lasted much longer this time.
When they had finished with her two more rampant cocks were soon pounding away, then another two and another. They took it in turns sometimes two, sometimes three but mostly on their own to fuck her mouth her arse and her tight pink pussy. She was well and truly fucked for twelve hours. She lay on the floor her pussy lips sore and puffy spunk dribbling from her cunt and her arse.
“You enjoy that bitch?” Mandy asked her.
“The boys certainly did. You know how many times they fucked you?”
Julie had been aware of every boy having taken her in each hole and one of the claiming the record of eleven fucks.
“I lost count at eighty. So you enjoyed it bitch?”
“I can see you did. You now nearly a member of the gang just one last ceremony. You ready boys?”
Julie was held down by Amy and Mandy, in truth she would have been too tired to move anyway. Standing above her were eight or sore naked boys each with their cocks in their hands rubbing furiously.
The first jet of spunk hit her on her face covering her mouth her eyes in thick gelatinous cum, a second boy came on her tits. Each boy fired his spunk onto her body.
The original eight were replaced by more boys all with their cocks out all masturbating furiously.
She was covered in spunk her thighs, her blonde pubes her face her tits she was drenched in cum. They made her lick up every last drop of their cum. Like a slut she did it eagerly hungrily Mandy and Amy stripped naked and she licked their young black pussies till they came. They rewarded her by directing a warm stream of yellow salty piss into her mouth before tweaking her nipples.
“You in the gang now bitch. You one of us. You passed your initiation.”
She was a total mess as she made her way home in the morning a short skirt no knickers or bra her neck and the rest of her body covered in love bites, her hair matted with dried up spunk she looked and felt like a total slut but she couldn’t wait for another party.
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First part of my story about James & Callum. Some of you may find it quite slow at the beginning, but I wanted some decent character development. Any future installments will have more action , I promise! Enjoy and leave some feedback!
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It took a few moments to realize that the bed in which I’d awakened belong to Andre Gregory, my editor, and that just a few short hours before, he’d picked me up at Escape, taken me home and fucked me like no man ever had.
Slowly I stirred, still aching and sticky from the night before. But for my fears of how awkward Monday morning at the office would likely be, I’d have relished the way I felt.
Rolling from the admittedly comfortable bed, I began to wander through the house, wondering where Andre might be.
Strolling into the living room, I found Andre sitting on the sofa over which he’d bent me the previous night, positioned on the middle cushion, the exact spot where he’d taken me hard and deep. I stood before him, blushing, bare-assed, my auburn locks tangled with bed head, and he chuckled as he stared at me.
His look made me nervous to the point of fidgeting, and it struck me how unusual, how utterly foreign it felt to be so lacking in confidence.
“Gabi,” he said calmly, that velvet-smooth voice commanding attention, “please go to the kitchen and make a list of things you’ll need while you’re here this weekend and where I can find them in your apartment. While I’m fetching them, I want you to take a bath or shower.”
“But we can’t …” I tried to object before he shushed me and purred, “Please do as I’ve asked.”
My protest came to an abrupt halt, my head nodding at his words as I turned and walked to the kitchen, finding on the counter a pen and notepad on which I scribbled anything that came to mind that I might need during a weekend at my boss’s home.
After several minutes, Andre joined me in the kitchen and couldn’t help himself from teasing me for the list I was compiling, remarking, “You’re not moving in … yet.” My neck snapped as my head turned over my shoulder, my brow arching as I said, “Yet?”
Andre stood there with his arms folded, smiling as he said, “You’ve no idea what I’m thinking, do you?”
“Apparently not,” I replied.
Another chuckle passed through his lips as he reached for the paper on which I’d been writing and tore it from the pad.
“Your keys are in the purse you left in my car last night, I presume,” he asked, and I nodded in return.
“Take your time in the bath,” he said, “I’m going to be awhile.”
His last comment before leaving struck me as unusual. Andre knew where I lived and it wasn’t that far away.
I wandered into the master bath and found myself salivating at the oversized whirlpool tub, and began drawing myself a nice, hot bath, not unlike the one I’d taken before venturing to Escape, but sans the lavender and chamomile salts.
It took some time for such a large tub to fill, but it was worth the wait. The water felt divine as it flowed around me, and my body fell limp as my mind begin to process the previous evening’s events, still trying to figure out how and why I’d let it happen.
Lingering in a tub was something I’d never had to have been encouraged to do. A lengthy, relaxing bath is among life’s little treasures, so my washing was leisurely, meticulous.
How much time had passed by the time Andre returned had escaped me, because I was lost in the tub’s essence, not even caring that my fingers and toes had badly pruned in the warm water. He entered the room, his thick brown lips arching into a wry smile as he saw me lingering in the tub before opening the bag he’d packed for me and finding my shaving cream and razor, handing them to me as he confidently said, “Please shave it before you get out.”
My eyes widened with his words, and I muttered, “Excuse me?”
“You heard me,” Andre smirked. “That thing had better be bald when you come out of that water, or I’ll shave it for you.”
It was at this point I realized that my editor’s intention of fucking me extended well beyond this weekend, having thought the “yet” he’d uttered earlier in the morning was just meant to tease. The feeling inside me was conflicted, a combination of excitement and guilt, of lust and resentment, even a little fear at his confidence, no, dominance.
Andre turned and exited the room, closing the door behind him. I rolled to my hands and knees, then pushed myself up, kneeling in the tub as I reached for the razor and shave cream, doing as he’d told me.
After shaving myself, I crawled out of the tub and dried off, finding my hair dryer and brush on the lavatory counter, right outside the bathroom, and I put them to use, eager to get into some of the clothes I’d listed for Andre to bring me as I dried my hair.
Once my hair was dried, I walked into the bedroom to find the bed made and none of my clothes. I strolled down the hall to find Andre again in the middle of the sofa, right where he’d stuffed me the night before, with a box sitting on the coffee table in front of him.
“My clothes?” I asked, drawing nothing but a snicker from my editor.
“Seriously,” I said, “I can’t spend the weekend naked.”
Ignoring my words, Andre glanced at me and said, “Lay across my lap.”
His words caught me off guard, but as I’d done since last night, I inexplicably obeyed him, stretching out tummy down over his lap, my hands crossed on the cushion to his left with my cheek resting on them, my feet on the cushion to his right.
As soon as I’d found my spot, Andre’s left hand began to caress my head as his right groped my ass, kneading it.
“Gabriella,” he said, his voice taking a more serious tone than I’d heard from him since we’d met at the club. “You’re about to take the first steps down a path like none you’ve ever experienced.”
“We’ve already …” then my reply was interrupted as his hand crashed against my bare ass, the slap’s sound filling the room, drowning out my whimper.
The surprise spank left me struggling to catch my breath when his hand battered my rump again, my body jerking atop his lap as I squealed.
I braced myself, not knowing what he was going to do next, my body relaxing only when he began to rub the ass he’d just left burning with the hard spanks.
My athletic frame remained draped over Andre as he began to speak, his hand still caressing my sore rump.
“I suspect no man has ever treated you as I have, and that last night was the first time you’d taken a black cock.”
My eyes closed as my head nodded and I listened, his hand still gliding over my buns.
“You’ve become a slave to this place, a drone. For the past six months I’ve watched you grow consumed by your work and have found it … disturbing.”
Any objection would have been futile, he was right, just as he had been when he lectured me the night before at Escape. So I laid there across him, still and listening, thankful that he was caressing me and not spanking me.
Minutes passed without him speaking, and it unnerved me, even as his rub had left me in an almost hypnotic state atop him.
Without saying a word, Andre rolled me over, the small of my back arched over his legs. His arms slipped beneath me, lifting and sliding me upward till my butt was on his thighs, leaving my pelvis slightly jutted toward him.
With his right hand, he guided my left leg outward till my foot fell to the floor, then me lead over and began to examine my pussy, silently studying me.
“Very nice,” he said after a few seconds, “a healthy pink with an ever-so-slight brown tint and delightfully protruding labia minora.”
Andre moved his fingertips to my freshly-shaved mound, gliding over it with small, gentle circles. The sensation tickled, and made me squirm. Beneath me, his cock began to awaken and my thoughts shifted from my pelvis’ tingle to just how full I’d felt with him in me the night before, before the words, “All weekend long,” flashed in my brain again.
My eyes closed, my left foot still on the floor and my right leg now bent at the knee. Andre’s hand slid from my mons to my pussy, all four of his fingers slowly, methodically flowing around and through my labia. I lifted my right hand to my mouth, inserting the forefinger and gently biting it as he teased me, his prick becoming more and more noticeable beneath my ass.
“All weekend long,” he’d said to me in that voice of his, his words from the night before now echoing in my mind repeatedly.
Andre rolled me off his lap and I stood in front of the sofa as he leaned forward and peeled off his t-shirt before he arched upward and slid out of his shorts. His feet moved outward and I knew what he wanted – what he expected – of me.
As I kneeled between his legs, the reason for my crotch’s lingering ache became obvious. My boss’s prick was a good nine inches long, perhaps closer to ten, and it was thick enough that I wondered if I could wrap my hand completely around it.
It is befitting a man who stands six-foot-three and who looks as if Da Vinci himself had carved him from stone.
Andre relaxed against the sofa’s cushion as I leaned toward him, kissing and lapping at the turgid shaft. After several moments, he scooted forward and my lips moved to his swollen crown, stretching as they enveloped it.
He gasped as my tongue’s tip began to slide back and forth in the cleft on the underside of his head, as it struck me that I’d never get all of him into my mouth. My lips began to descend my mouth simultaneously filled with his dick and my own saliva as I inched further and further down him.
Andre released what sounded like a satisfied purr as his cock filled my mouth and its crown began to gape my throat. Sending my hesitation, he placed his palm on the back of my head, pressing downward till I gagged hard around his rod, holding me in place until my eyes began to water.
His fingers then gripped my hair and he led my head to a steady bob, my jaws stretched wide and my tongue flexing against his prick’s underside as my mouth fucked him.
“You are such a good … little … bitch,” he moaned as I worked up and down his dick.
His words sent a chill down my spine. For half a dozen months, Andre had treated me as a professional, an equal, as we’d toiled long hours together day after day, creating the media that kept people plugged into The Meadows and now, “good … little … bitch.”
I had no time to process his words before Andre’s hands found my armpits and he lifted he upward, just enough to slide me to my back on the sofa. Once he had me prone, his arms scooped my legs at the knees, and without hesitation he slid into me again.
“Slowly,” I gasped. “Still sore.”
While his entered me more gently than he had the night before, my words didn’t stop him from sinking deeper and deeper as he held my legs high.
Once he had filled me completely, Andre leaned forward, brushing his nose against mine. As his hips began to rock, he kissed me passionately, forcefully, his tongue filling my mouth as his cock slid in and out of my aching snatch.
Settling into a steady motion, he broke the kiss, guiding my legs around his waist. Andre grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the sofa as he made slow, meticulous strokes, sending every inch of him into me before withdrawing, repeating, repeating, my frame wiggling in sync with his use.
Everything about the last twelve hours – Andre’s words, his actions, the way he filled me unlike anyone else – left me feeling more like I was being possessed than enjoying a long-overdue tryst.
What was happening to me?
How did I end up on my boss’s sofa with his dick inside me, my wrists pinned and my pussy still tender from his use last night?
What would my parents think of their thirty-year-old daughter declining to object at a black man calling her his “bitch”?
Did Andre even bother to grab my pills from the apartment?
What was in the mysterious box on the coffee table?
My wandering mind snapped to attention when Andre’s gentle flow turned to hard, deep thrusts, his full, heavy balls bouncing against my ass, his hands’ grips on my wrists tightening.
“I’ve wanted to nail you since the first time I saw you,” he growled.
His words might have shocked me had I not been consumed with his use of my body, my own whimpers and his pelvis’s repeated slaps of my crotch burying what he said.
I found myself caring less and less about the moral implications of fucking my boss. It was something to deal with Monday, after he’d finished whatever the hell he’d planned on doing with me for the next two days.
Andre let go of my wrists, his hands slipping beneath my back and he lifted me off the sofa till he was standing. I held on tight with my arms and legs as he drove upward, all of my weight seemingly held in the air by his cock.
His hands found my ass, groping it as he stood in his living room, stuffing me till I lost control, emitting something between a moan and a scream when my slit squirted all over him and onto his living room’s hardwood floor.
“That’s what I want from my girl,” Andre cooed, showing no signs of stopping his relentless cramming and groping.
I laid my head on his shoulder, still holding on tight, resigning myself to his use, panting as my body trembled against his as a sharper ache grew within me.
“Your girl?” I muttered as he feverishly dicked me.
“My girl,” he replied, just before he buried himself deep within me and sent another torrent of seed into my womb.
My body tensed against him as he unloaded, and almost immediately his spunk began to drip from my folds as the spurts continued.
Andre sat on the sofa, and then laid back, pulling me atop him. My frame went limp as we silently nuzzled.
After several moments with no words between us, I sighed, “Since the first time you saw me?”
“Yes,” he replied in that silky-smooth voice. “I’d like to say I’d planned this, but it’d be more honest to simply admit that when I saw you at the club last night, I simply decided not to waste an opportunity that might not present itself again.”
“And now that you’ve had me?” I asked, genuinely curious as to his answer.
“I’ll continue to do so,” he said confidently and without hesitation.
His words were both reassuring and unnerving. Andre’s bold, aggressive behavior was unlike anything I’d been subjected to, and as the hours passed I found myself almost craving it. But how could I continue to work with him – and supervise others with him – while being made his “bitch”?
My tummy growled. It was approaching noon and I’d not eaten.
“I should fix us lunch,” Andre said.
“Some food would be nice,” I replied.
We sat up together and he motioned for me to follow him. We walked toward the back of the house, through the kitchen to French doors which led outside to a deck, a pool and a yard that were enclosed by a privacy fence.
“Take one of the loungers,” he said. “I’ll be back in a few moments.”
Tentatively, I walked out of the house, and the sun’s warmth embraced my bare flesh till reaching a lounger beneath a pergola alone one side of the pool, and made myself as comfortable as I could be under the circumstances.
Within a couple of minutes, one of the French doors opened long enough for Andre to ask me what I wanted to drink with lunch. Remembering his affinity for orange juice, I replied, “OJ!” and then he ducked back inside.
A thin black fabric was attached to the pergola’s top, offering some protection from the sun’s rays. As I relaxed on the lounger, I couldn’t help but think how much I’d enjoy lunch, a nap, and then a dip in the pool’s cool water.
Andre soon returned with a lunch consisting of chicken salad sandwiches, a side of pasta salad and orange juice. We dined at a table a few feet from the lounger where I’d been sitting, him in swim trunks and a t-shirt and me still naked.
“I suppose I should put on some clothes after we eat,” I said.
Andre smiled as he looked at me, chewing a bite of his sandwich and saying nothing.
Realizing he was in no particular hurry to respond, I said, “Well, I can’t stay naked all weekend.”
The comment evoked a slight chuckle from Andre as he continued to chew. After swallowing he said, “Of course not. We’re going out later. But the thought of your staying nude while here does have its appeal.”
We continued to eat and make small talk. While simple, the lunch was good, particularly since I’d not eaten since before bathing the night before.
Once we’d finished eating, Andre informed me that he needed to go inside and make a few work-related calls, and suggested that I remain on the deck and relax while he caught up on work, so I returned to the lounger I’d been on before as Andre collected our plates and glasses and disappeared back into the house.
The muted sunlight felt good again my skin with my body stretched out on the lounger’s pad. My eyes soon closed and I drifted off to sleep, my head filled with thoughts of all that had happened since Andre approached me at the club last night.
It was nearing 2:30 p.m. when I awoke to Andre’s fingertips tickling the soles of my feet, causing me to giggle and writhe as I snapped from the slumber.
Once he had my attention, Andre crawled onto the lounger with me, wrapped his arms around me and kissed me passionately, holding me firmly as his tongue swirled in my mouth. He broke the kiss only after letting it linger for awhile, and then we looked at each other, again leaving me wondering what he was thinking.
“How are you feeling?” he said.
“Very, very relaxed, refreshed,” I sighed.
Andre’s right hand moved to my left breast, lightly kneading it at first, before massaging it more aggressively as he continued.
A lengthy exhale flowed through my nostrils as he groped me, and I found myself wondering less as to whether Andre was always so insatiable than how delightful – and challenging – it might be if he actually were.
His hand moved back and forth between my orbs, and the fire within me began to ignite again to the point that my pussy’s light tang reached my nostrils again. Andre must have caught my scent, too, because he let go of my breast and turned his attention to my bare mons, and began rubbing it with his palm.
My head lifted enough to watch Andre’s palm flow in slow circles against my skin, his fingers and thumb held up so as to not touch me. His hand is large enough that when he curled his middle and ring fingers, they sank through my folds inside me, and I moaned as my legs bent at the knees and spread for him.
“Are you always this … charged?” I purred.
“No,” he said, then added in something between a teasing and taunting tone, “Sometimes I’m much, much worse.”
His thick digits pulsed inside me, and I could think of nothing but the passion, the affection, the dominance he’d displayed since last night. I was surprised at how comfortable I was with it all, even without knowing what he was thinking or what would happen next.
Andre pulled his fingers from my pussy and placed them at my mouth. They glistened with my nectar and radiated my bouquet as my lips parted and I suckled them, tasting both my own honey mixed with a faint saltiness of the seed he’d deposited in me before lunch.
Once his fingers were clean, Andre slid them from between my lips and rolled off the lounger, grabbing my legs and dragging me downward till my butt was against the edge of the chair’s foot end. He kneeled before me, lifted my legs over his shoulders and buried his tongue between my folds, and I sighed softly as he lapped at me, confident I was to be taken again
.
Repeatedly, Andre’s tongue began at my rose, dragged through my tender lips and stopped after flowing over my clit. With each lick, I held my breath and my body tensed as I savored the sensation, his slow, methodical attentiveness to my body.
Since moving to The Meadows, my life had been filled with the controlled, the rational and the professional. What Andre was doing to me was basic and primal, and I was finding myself getting more and more sucked in by the departure from my routine.
My mind was a void by the time Andre lifted up and plunged into me again, my pussy offering no resistance to his entry, thanks to his earlier use of me. My legs crossed behind his back and he kneeled at the foot of the lounger, the rest of his body upright as he rocked back and forth, and my hands extended outward, firmly grabbing the chair armrests as he again made me his.
It wasn’t long before Andre’s thrusts grew with intensity and depth. My breasts jiggled more and more wildly as the fuck became more primal. My body was growing more used to having Andre between my legs, filling me completely and with each drive into my womb, I cared less as to what Monday would hold.
My mind’s drift was shattered when Andre’s hand crashed against my tit, causing me to yelp.
“Pay attention to me when I’m fucking you,” he said in a mocking tone.
My arms wrapped around my orbs as his words sank in, leaving me feeling like a scolded child.
“Hands back to the armrests,” he smirked as the intense thrusts continued.
I did as I was told, gripping the chairs arms again, his other hand immediately slapping my other breast, causing me to tense head to toe as I squealed, “That hurts!”
Andre grabbed my hips, the backs of my legs running up his torso, my feet dangling over his shoulders as he drilled me almost violently, my body heaving forward as he used me. His cock began to twitch inside me as it had the other two times he’d fucked me and another rush of his seed filled me.
My body was a mess. The chair’s cushion was covered in my sweat and my crotch was soaked with my and Andre’s fluids as he grabbed my legs and led them downward till my feet were flat against the deck.
Andre stood and then took a step backward, looking at me as if admiring his work. He offered me his hand and I took it, and he helped me up and began walking toward the house, eager to see what would happen next.
We moved through the kitchen and into the living room, my hand in Andre’s as we walked. We stood on the rug on the opposite side of the table from the sofa on which he’d already fucked me twice. I complied when he asked me to kneel and he turned his back and lifted the top from the box that had been sitting on the table since this morning.
My eyes widened and my heart pounded in my chest as I saw his hand emerge from the box with a collar. I remained still as he turned toward me and opened the hinged ring, placing it around my neck and snapping it closed before slipping a small padlock through the back rings and sealing it shut.
I now knew what Andre Gregory wanted with me.
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It started with a really bad skiing accident. I broke my leg in several places and tore most of the ligaments holding my knee together. I was put in a hip-to-toe cast–a rotten souvenir of our vacation. On our return home, I found I needed a live-in LPN to take care of me. It had to be a strong man, since I am about 200 pounds myself and needed to be lifted from place to place. We also had to make a temporary bedroom for me downstairs, since I couldn’t manage the stairs. Being somewhat preoccupied with my own pain, I left it to my wife, Donna, to pick the LPN.
Somewhat to my surprise, she picked Tyrone. He is a tall, very well built, very dark African American. I was surprised because I always thought Donna was somewhat prejudiced and fearful of black men, and I didn’t think she would be comfortable with one in the house.
Our house is constructed in such a way, that with me taking over the downstairs family room, there really wasn’t any other place downstairs where it made sense for Tyrone to stay. We have an upstairs guest bedroom next to the master bedroom, and Donna put Tyrone there. I was in my wheelchair at the foot of the stairs as Donna led Tyrone up the stairs. She was wearing a very tight pair of white short shorts, high cut on her ass, and the lines of her thong were clearly visible underneath the fabric of the shorts. Tyrone, following her, essentially had his face even with her ass, and I could see him taking it all in. Donna seemed to walk slowly, and with a slightly exaggerated swing of her hips.
I got extremely jealous, particularly as I realized that they would soon be out of my line of vision and, if Tyrone did, in fact, try any funny business with my wife, I wouldn’t be able to defend her.
I needn’t have worried for her safety. They were hitting it off quite well. I heard much laughter, watched them as they walked by on the upstairs hallway, as Donna gave Tyrone the “tour” of the upstairs.
Donna is a blond, blue-eyed bombshell. A southern girl, she has always liked to flirt and be admired. I have encouraged her to wear clothes that accent her generous breasts, tight waist, round buns, and shapely legs. That day, in addition to the white short shorts, she was wearing a tight, sleeveless pink tank top that barely contained her breasts. As he followed Donna in the upstairs hallway, I could see the massive bulge in Tyrone’s pants, even from the distance of my downstairs wheelchair.
Tyrone was a good practical nurse for me. He could lift me easily, was friendly and outgoing, and hard not to like. The problem was that I had competition for his services. Donna was constantly near, and asking him for “help” with one thing or another. She decided to dust the corners where the walls meet the ceiling, and to change the ceiling light bulbs, and dust the ceiling fans. For each of these tasks, she stood on one of our kitchen stools, and asked Tyrone to stand underneath, steadying her by holding her ankles. His big black hands easily gripped and circled her calves. I watched him, as they moved from place to place.
I watched as he would shift his grip on Donna’s legs, and, most of all, I watched his eyes as they worked their way up my wife’s thighs and devoured her crotch and ass–all on magnificent display for him. She gave him other jobs as well, or would closely supervise his care of me, often “helping” to lift me, and in doing so, usually giving an eyeful of her breasts or waist as her shirt would hike up or down with the activity of moving me.
She was very friendly with Tyrone, even more than her usual flirtation with other men. I could see from the moment he joined us, that there was a palpable sexual charge between the two of them. I was intensely jealous, but at the same time quite turned on watching my wife carry on like this. She looked absolutely radiant, and watching another man getting so turned on by her added to her allure.
For dinner our first evening together, Donna changed her clothes, which I thought unusual. She wore a white, see-through skirt that exposed her legs and ass through the translucent material. She had also changed panties. She now wore a skimpy red string bikini that was clearly visible under the dress, accenting the succulent curve of her bottom. She also changed from the tank top to a red-fitting blouse that dipped sharply in the front, exposing breasts that seemed to be competing with each other for exposure and attention.
Throughout the meal, Donna kept jumping up to refill Tyrone’s wine or water glasses, to put extra portions on his plate, even to help put his napkin in his lap, leaning over him with each of these tasks, giving him good views, gentle touches, and the sweet smell of the perfume she doused herself with for the occasion.
Throughout the meal, Donna kept commenting on what a tremendous appetite Tyrone had, and how he could eat so much, and yet keep such a trim waistline and muscular physique. She asked him for advice on “working out,” and he agreed to be her “coach” and “personal trainer” in the days ahead.
Usually an LPN does light household chores, like the dishes, but Donna insisted on helping Tyrone in the kitchen. Again, I watched and listened from the dining room as they laughed and played with dish suds, and with drying and putting away dishes. Donna continuously needed Tyrone’s help to lift her to put dishes away on the upper shelves of the cabinets, help she has never needed in the past. As she moved about the kitchen, her skirt would swirl, and her legs and ass seemed to dance under the wispy material.
We watched TV in the evening. Confined to my wheelchair, I couldn’t join Donna on the sofa, where she likes to cuddle. But she invited Tyrone to join her there. I kept watching our of the corner of my eye, as she would play with her foot against his torso, lean over and touch him, or jump up and down to give him (or me) snacks or refills on drinks. When doing these serving errands, she invariably would “block his view” by standing directly in front of him, with the TV behind her. Her legs would be slightly spread, and the light of the TV behind her made an incredibly sexy view of her legs underneath the material.
That night, as Donna kissed me goodnight, I asked her what was going on with Tyrone, and tried to xpress to her my jealousy, but also to let her know that I was also turned on in a strange way by the whole thing. She told me that she was having trouble controlling herself. That she had never felt more sexy. She said that Tyrone was the fulfillment of a longtime fantasy that she had had about a black man, and that my presence but incapacity to do anything but watch added immensely to the turn on. I told her how helpless I felt with her and Tyrone upstairs and me not able to get up the stairs. With that, she gave me a long kiss, then leaned over and whispered in my ear, “I know.”
I watched her walk up the stairs, this time the sashay of her hips a show intended exclusively for me.
I watched as she knocked on Tyrone’s door. She said, “I just wanted to check if everything was all right, and wish you goodnight.”
She stepped in his room, but only stayed for a few minutes. I watched as she left his room, waved down to me, blew me a kiss, and went to our bedroom.
The next morning, Donna began her “training” under Tyrone’s coaching. They were both dressed for the occasion. Donna was in a leotard that barely contained either her breasts or her ass. Tyrone was wearing Lycra bike pants, and clearly had nothing on underneath. You could see the outline of a snakelike cock held up in quite a display of male equipment. I could only watch, as Tyrone put Donna through the paces of a really good workout. He would hold her legs as she did crunches and stretches, and often position himself so her mouth would be inches away from his cock as she went through repetitions.
So far, I was purely a passive spectator. Now, as the first lesson ended, I suggested that a good workout should end with a shower and a massage, so I told Donna to go up and take a shower and for Tyrone to set up our exercise mat in front of me, and told him where to get massage lotions and oils. As we waited for Donna, I told Tyrone that he was doing a great job, and how much Donna and I both liked how much he was fitting in to our home life. I said that I thought Donna would like the massage more if he took off his shirt and put some of the oil on his chest first so it would glisten. He smiled at me, as he took off his shirt, squeezed oil into his hand, and rubbed it on his torso.
Donna finally came down. She was wearing her private, tanning bathing suit–a G-string bottom and tiny top that leaves most of her breasts and ass exposed. I could see her open admiration for Tyrone’s muscled body. As Tyrone watched, she came over to me first and began kissing me. Tyrone watched as my hands squeezed my wife’s bottom, ran up and down her waist, and worked her breasts. With a last kiss, she broke off from me, and placed herself face down on the exercise mat at my feet. Tyrone then kneeled over her and began a long, sensual massage. He paced it perfectly, starting with her feet and ankles, taking time to massage her fingers and hands. He worked her neck and shoulders, and moved slowly down her back.
Finally, the prize was that beautiful bottom aching for attention. Straddling her backwards, Tyrone sat lightly on her back, giving me an unobstructed view up my wife’s long beautiful legs and crotch. I watched his black hands and arms as he worked her thighs. His dark, masculine chest glistened with oil, a startling contrast to the whiteness of her bottom and thighs, also soaked in oil. I found some lotion, and began masturbating myself while watching.
He leaned down, and for the first time, I saw another man kiss my wife. Not on the lips however, but a first kiss that started with his long, red tongue playing at the top of the cleavage of my wife’s ass. He raised himself on all fours on top of her, the only point of contact, his tongue, her ass. He was really good, and she was really enjoying it. His mouth attacked her bottom, sucking, licking, penetrating, and she squirmed and rose to meet him, thrusting and wiggling, a shiny mess of oil and saliva.
Donna rolled over and they were in a sixty-nine position with Tyrone on top. He continued licking her, now plying that powerful tongue in the folds of her womanhood, as she peeled down his Lycra pants, allowing his huge cock to pop free. I have never seen my wife so obsessed, so completely wild, as she sucked the black monster dangling over her. All the while, she moaned and hummed with pleasure, vocalizing her ecstasy in a way I had never heard.
Both were lost in the enjoyment of each other’s bodies, and I was beside myself with excitement as well. They rolled around, exploring each other, playing, kissing and licking–her breasts, his chest, black and blonde, pink and dark. She guided his cock into her, wrapping her legs around his waist, as he pounded away at her. She begged him not to come in her, and, ever the gentleman, he didn’t. When it came time, he withdrew, and doused her chest and neck with a huge quantity of cum, much more, and pulsing out much harder than any orgasm I had ever had.
Tyrone went up to take a shower. Strangely, I hadn’t actually cum yet myself. Donna walked over to me and straddled me sitting in my wheelchair. She began kissing me, and I fondled her cum-covered breasts. She arched toward me, and, again, much to my surprise, I began licking and sucking the cum from her breasts and neck, having an earth-shattering orgasm myself in the process.
I am not yet recovered from my accident. But Tyrone has found a place in our home. I think we are going to try to let him keep “his” bedroom next to ours, and keep him on as Donna’s exercise coach. We are both looking forward to his great nursing care.
Proudly signed,
Willing Wimp
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