Just hurry it up! I just caught my husband in bed with another woman. Wait until I tell her parents! Not that she needed to, the bartender was already refilling the glass with the amber essence. Say Jake, have you ever had a married white lady before?
Want one for a night? Put her glass back down on the bar, then proceeded to fall face first forward against the bar. She was in a bed, she knew that much, but she had no idea where on earth this bed was located, nor who in the hell the snoring black 8 balled head next to her was, or what the fuck she was doing in bed with a black person in the first place anyway.
At least she still had on her garter, stockings, and most of her bra, and after an adjustment, both of her tits were back in their proper cups, before Caroline began quietly gathering her clothes up and putting them back on. Then blushed as she remembered it had been her own drunken idea. One look at the smiling cabby in the rear view mirror told the curvacious 26 year old platinum blond that he would gladly barter for the fare if she was of a mind to.
Joey had fucked that little slut next door, Emily, and in her own bed too. Caroline had gotten her revenge alright. She just wished that she could remember it as well as she still did her husband and Emily copulating. No one was home when she arrived, but Joey would be at work at this hour anyway, and it gave her time to shower, call her office for a sick day, and take several asprin before climbing into the bed in the gueast bedroom, where the sheets at least were clean.
She had all weekend to recouperate, and draw up the divorce papers for her own lawyer before going to work on Monday. Joey Huet felt miserable. What the hell had I been thinking, he wondered, when Emily came over high on pot, and half dressed, with no bra or panties on, asking for a cup of sugar noless. Very thick, creamy, sticky, and ropey sprayed liquid sugar, deposited right in her tight 18 year old red fringed pussy cup. Now, no doubt, Caroline was putting the divorce papers together.
That look in her eyes had said it all. Olbin, then gave the nurse a new regiment of theropy for his patient, and headed for his office. Her head was no longer pounding as fast as her heart now, every nerve ending seemed to have been severed leaving her numb, and her vision was close enough to normal to allow her stomach to have settled down.
She could even see the little cherry tattoo below her dimple on her right butt. Unable to think properly. Think you can get it up after last night? Caroline was into her second mind storming multiple orgasm when doubt raised its head. She watched as he lined up what had to be close to a foot of thick uncircumsized prick against the lips of her wet slit, and began to push gently, but steadily into her body.
Get you foot out of my cunt! What are you, half horse, or what? Big, massive, grandious, onyx cut, stone hard, black cock strained and stretched the very fiber and elasticity of her poor overly abused pussy like nothing else ever had. It was like having her ankles pulled apart by two tractors as the last blue whale on the planet used her cave to try and hide in.
The pain of her most tender flesh being bulldozed to accomidate such a tremendously insidious male appendage must have been like having a baby in reverse, Caroline thought in passing just as the head of that prick bumped up against her cervix, where no cock had ever gone before.
It had been in her, only hours ago in fact, and she not only had lived through it then, but she had begged Jake to never take the damn thing out of her as long as she lived. Surely, she thought, I am lost now, and she relaxed at last. Which allowed her body to do a wonderous thing. Then out, and in again, beginning a rhythm of fucking that more than mesmerize and intoxicated Caroline. It hypnotized, and seduced her like nothing ever had, could, or would.
Caroline lost all control over her body, and her mind as one orgasm after another assaulted the young wife, and she wondered if all black men fucked like this. In fact she was sure that she was already in love with one certain black cock already. In fact she already feared the out look of what was happening to her as each orgasm that ran over her was better than the last, as if only pre-shocks of an eruption too devine to discribe.
And just as she made her way to the highest pinnicale, Jake suddenly stopped fucking Caroline. Joey carried the box of red roses into the house, but stopped just as he closed the door behind him.
The hairs stood up on the back of his neck. A strange familiar sound echoed from the stairway leading up to his bedroom. The roses forgotton as he walked like a man entranced up the stairs to the room of his own adulterous passions just one day earlier. His wife was just so damned beautiful that she made those silly whores that acted in porno movies look like pigs fucking in a stye by comparison.
And now, by his cheating on her with Emily, he had forced her to retaliate in the only way she could, as was evident by the sounds coming from behind his bedroom door right now.
He opened the door, just enough to see, and his dick jumped in his pants at what he saw, and heard next. You have his job of fucking me! Fuck me with your big black prick!
Fuck a Nigger baby into me! Then more oozed out like around an over greased fitting, and then more, and more, and more. A look much more than comtempt could fathom, her smile that which one might expect to see on the Devil himself after one has sold their soul to him.
However, he might still be good for something…. That is if you intend on being around me at all from now on. Something that had never happened to his dick before today. You will then clean them up with your tongue after licking me clean of their sperm.
Oh, and just so you know, my body belongs to Jake here, not you. Make sure you dress up as slutty as you can, my friends like that when they are fucking a married white woman. I know I can hardly wait myself. Caroline looked spectacular in a thin see through black corset with garter straps attached to sheer black nylon stockings and patton leather spiked high heels, and no bra or panties. And seeing Joey sweat at his inability to move, or take advantage of her the way his hard cock obviously wanted to, made this all worth while to Caroline.
It was like riding a train cross country, the sounds of sex as black cocks pumped wet white flesh, the clickety clack of steel on steel so similar to the squishing steady beat of flesh against flesh.
In and out, up and down, back and forth over and over again, and again in a maddening self serving orgy of sensuality gone insane like a washing machine set on spin cycle gone out of control.
It was James cock fucking between her tits that set it off. And with all of these cocks blasting jism in and on her Caroline was finally pushed over the edge in a freefall through an electrically charged thunder storm so emense, so all consuming that every nerve, one by one was shorted out before Caroline at last passed out in pure bliss.
Caroline slowly came to, feeling much like a small mud pond under a leaky house trailer bathroom. She had so much cum on and in her it was hard to believe that only four men had left her drenched in this much slime.
Someone was helping to clean up the mess though, as she felt a tongue slithering around in her privates, and when she lifted her head found it was her husband as expected. He was handcuffed with his ankles to the foot posts of the king sized bed with his hands tied behind his back and his face where it belonged as far as Caroline was concerned, and she lifted her legs up in a V to give him better access to her ass hole.
They were alone in the house, she could tell, almost as if a sixth sense. Of course the note left by Jake on the pillow next to Caroline helped too. I have a surprise for both you and your hubby that I think will tickle the shit out of both of you. That the sun was peeking in through the window, and glowing on an otherwise empty bed, seemed anticlamactic at best. Yet he knew better. And today promised more of the same for them both, with levels of degradation steeped so low in filth as to make a shit eating fly vomit with respect.
He could hear Caroline in the adjoining bathroom moving around, no doubt, getting ready for what Jake had in store for them on this bright Satureday, and Joey could only wonder at what his part would be in this today. So far, he had only been made to drink from her over filled cup, and not the fountains that filled her, but he was sure that would change this day, or the next, and he wondered how he would take that. Her nails done in a blood red, as if sucked from a severed vein, with lipstick that matched the vampire effect.
Pink hosiery, pink high heel pumps, white garter belt, white bra, pink thong style panties, white elbow length gloves, a pink dress with white ruffles and petticoats, and a pink slip lay on his bed along with a wig dyed pink as well. Caroline had thought of everything to turn her husband into what would pass for a woman, and she stood next to the bed smiling, just waiting for him to object. He sighed, knowing now where this was going, and blushing red all over began to put the things on. It was while he was putting on the nylons that the first thrill ran through him, and it just got better with the silky pink panties, so that by the time he had everything on but the wig and high heeled shoes he felt the sheer thrill that comes with wearing silk, and nylon against bare flesh.
Caroline had him sit in front of her vanity, and she applied makeup to his face, then perfume, and the wig. There, in front of his own eyes stood two totally different, and totally gorgous babes, and one of them was him.
Both for Joseph, and Josephine. He did make a better looking female than he had a male. From now on you are my personal slave bitch, or you can pack your bags right now. The only one to wear pants around here will be the black men who come to call, and you will address them as Master, and me as your Mistress.
He was to be more than just a pussy cleaner from now on. She was turning him into a pussy itself. I have to call Jake. And why, he wondered, was there this constant erotic tingling at the doorway to his ass? He looked like a real honest to goodness woman in this get up, and not just some plain Jane either, but a hot, vibrant, sexy beauty at that. Yes, a year had gone by like the blink of an eye, and in that year Joey had been treated to a full regiment of cosmetic, and plastic surgery, as well as several classes in the art of being an elegant woman.
They were once again heading for a rendevous with Jake, and his friends, only this time Joey was going to participate. It was a long drive that ended up on a country dirt road leading to an elegant old Plantation style mansion with several fashionable cars already parked in the driveway.
Though you must also at the same time allow any male or myself to use you in any way we deem nessasary for the circumstances at hand.