This is the last of the Carol stories (at least for now). She is a wonderful friend who allowed me to explore some of our shared fantasies. I hope I touched her in some way too.

All characters are of legal age. These vignettes are shown in the order they were written.

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Blaine Humiliates Carol By Bring a Date on Their Date!

Originally, this was to be the third chapter of the "Carol" series.

Carol was sitting at a table in the bar when Blaine strolled in at half eight. She'd already been sitting for almost an hour having arrived early, not wanting to chance missing him. She'd thought of little but his cock since she stepped out of that taxi early that afternoon. She smiled brightly as she stood to wave him over.

Carol's hair was done up beautifully, her makeup was impeccable, and Blaine met her smile with his. He didn't know it but she'd just come from the spa where she'd had the full treatment: manicure; pedicure; face, foot, and body massage; mudpack and facial (the other kind); makeup and hair from professionals the entertainment industry used. Carol couldn't look more beautiful than she did right then.

Before the spa Carol had gone shopping. She needed something other than that cum stained business suit she'd worn when returning to her office. What she bought was a stunning, body hugging red cocktail dress with a plunging neckline and a hemline so short it barely covered the tops of her stockings when standing and displayed her suspenders seductively when seated.

The matching push up bra and thong set, Blaine would find out later, were definitely not white but were sheer and showed her white skin beneath. She had definitely pulled out all the stops to make him desire her for the evening. She'd missed what they'd had and put plans with her boyfriend on hold in favor of an evening sucking his cock.

Since that blowjob in the taxi, getting Blaine's dick back into her mouth, feeling that strange throbbing she got from offering one-way oral pleasure to black cock had been her sole focus. She wanted to make sure his liquid offerings would be teased up to yield the maximum fluid volume.

Carol's bright, shining complexion suddenly paled when she saw the gorgeous blonde clutching Blaine's arm as they approached her table. He wondered if the real horror was that he'd brought another woman or that she was wearing almost exactly the same dress as she...except shorter...with greater cleavage.

"Carol, this is Jessica," Blaine said, introducing his two dates. "Jessica, this is Carol, the woman I was telling you about."

"The slut?" Jessica asked widening her eyes, staring at Carol with disdain.

Jessica wanted Carol to know she was her competition for the evening. Carol was shocked, stunned. She could have been pushed over with the proverbial feather. This other woman, dressed as she was thought Carol a slut? Worse, it was obvious Blaine had told her about Carol...very intimate things.

"I met Jessica in the bar last night. She thinks she wants to fuck me. Tell her," Blaine said to Carol.

Carol wouldn't give up so easily. She knew Blaine liked what she did with his cock, liked her whole approach, her attitude about sucking his cock. If this Jessica thought she was going to get some of that cum she'd taken an afternoon to prepare for, she'd have to fight for it.

"You don't want to fuck him," Carol told Jessica.

"He can't be that big," Jessica said.

"He's that big," Carol answered.

"No cock is too big," Jessica replied with a nervous assurance.

"What's too big?" Carol asked her. Jessica held her hands a frightening ten inches apart. Carol just laughed.

"Seriously?" Jessica asked.

"Seriously," Carol answered.

"So you just..." Jessica wondered.

"Blow him," Carol told her matter-of-factly. Blaine got the distinct feeling that Carol was enjoying her intimate confession to this complete stranger.

"Your hair looks nice," Blaine said changing the subject although he wasn't sure why. He stroked the slicked back blonde locks above Carol's temple. "Looks like they got all that mess out of it from earlier...unless that's what they used to hold it in place."

Carol kicked him under the table.

Carol and Jessica drank wine; Blaine drank beer. They talked about different things including his dick.

"Jessica," Blaine said at one point, "see that young guy sitting over there?" He was sitting at the next table, opposite Carol. Jessica nodded.

"Watch this. Flash him, Carol."

"That's inappropriate Blaine," Carol grumbled

"Why is everything an argument with you?"

"Because you ask the most impossible things of me."

"How is "most impossible" even a term? If it's not possible, it can't be done. There are no degrees of impossibility."

"Come on Blaine," Jessica said, coming to Carol's defense, "I knew what she meant. You don't need to make her feel bad."

"The thing is she likes to be difficult. She knows she's going to flash that kid her pussy, she just wants to add some drama to..."

"OK," giggled Jessica, "from the look on his face, she just flashed him!"

"You want to give it a go too?" Blaine asked Jessica.

"Goodness no!"

"Maybe another night," Blaine told Jessica. "Are you legs still open?" he asked Carol.

"Good heavens no. You want me to get arrested?"

"Who's going to call the bobbies? Him? He'd crawl over here on his hands and knees if he thought you'd let him eat you. Open your legs and keep them open. Give him a good look."

"Blaine, you're embarrassing Carol."

"Are they open?" Blaine asked.

"Yes," Carol answered.

"Leave them open until I tell you to close them."

"Blaine, don't humiliate her."

"She's an exhibitionist, Jess. She gets off on being humiliated."

"I thought they just liked to shock people."

"That's what shocking means. It's doing something outrageous that if others, her friends, found out, she'd be ashamed. It's the prospect of getting caught and humiliated that gives her a buzz."

In addition to showing her knicker-covered pussy to the lad across the way, Carol was also being discussed by a black man and white woman who spoke like she wasn't there. Blaine, this man she whose admitted slut she was, this man for whom she'd broken an appointment with her soon-to-be fiancé, was using her as bait to seduce another woman. Carol had never been so embarrassed in her life.

"Legs still open?" Blaine asked her.

"Yes."

"Open them wider, really show him."

Both Blaine and Jessica watched Carol move to widen herself. She was flushed and breathing unevenly. Even Jessica had become silent. Even as Carol become increasingly excited, Blaine saw her cast a sideways glance at Jessica's cleavage that threatened to spill out all over the table.

"Are you wet?" Blaine asked rubbing Carol's arm gently.

"Yes."

"What about you, Jessica?" he asked. "Are you wet too?"

"A little."

"I think it's time we get started," Blaine said.

"Where are we going?" Carol asked when they were in the taxi.

"I thought we'd do it at your place. Jess could see my cock. You could show her the ropes so to speak."

"Don't be daft! Andy's there."

Carol was so concerned about her boyfriend she didn't even protest that Blaine had proposed that another woman watch as she sucked him off.

"Just call him," Blaine said.

"What am I supposed to do? Let him watch as well?"

"You'll think of something...or let him. I don't mind. He won't be the first white guy to watch his girl blow black cock."

Blaine had begun making out with Jessica in the back of the taxi. It infuriated Carol not just because he paid no attention to her issue with Andy, but also because he'd never kissed her. Not like he was kissing Jessica anyway. Blaine had given Carol exactly one peck on the lips one time. When Carol had asked him about it, he told her he thought it more special if they reserved her mouth for his dick.

"Call him and tell him you're bringing a couple of friends home," Blaine told Carol and went back to making out with Jessica.

Carol became even madder when she saw Jessica's lipstick on Blaine's face. And madder still when he started feeling Jessica up. In their entire relationship, Blaine had never once touched Carol's breast yet here he was, sticking his big black paw into another woman's dress and plopping out a luscious tit.

To make things worse, if that were even possible, Carol looked into the rear view mirror and saw the scruffy driver ogling Jessica with her breast bare and her legs splayed like she were visiting the gynecologist. Carol took out her anger by dialing her mobile.

"Andy," Carol purred as Blaine sucked at Jessica's breast, "I'll be home in a few minutes...yes, the meeting ended early...listen, I'm bringing a couple of friends with me...just friends I met...OK, see you in a few."

Jessica was stuffing her titty back into her dress and freshening her lipstick when the trio pulled up to Carol's home.

"Wait," Carol told Blaine as they were about to exit the taxi. "I don't think Andy will understand this," Carol said as she began removing red smudges of Jessica's lipstick from his mouth. Despite everything, the humiliations of the bar, the flashing, the taxi ride, or perhaps because of it, Carol was incredibly excited and the prospect of sucking black cock had her legs wobbling as they walked to the door.

"Sweetheart," Carol said, giving Andy a peck on the lips in greeting, "these are my friends Jessica and Blaine."

"Pleased to meet you," said Andy, his jaw having dropped at the way Jessica and his girlfriend were dressed. He was so disoriented he didn't even ask how Carol knew them. That would be an explanation she'd have to come up with later.

"I've never seen you in a dress like this," Andy stated, running a finger along the strap of Carol's outrageous attire. You were at a meeting?"

"More a gathering for drinks," Carol told him. "Could you be an absolute darling and pop round to that wine shop for a bottle of that red? You know the one; I can never remember the name. I've just gushed to them about it and they want to try it."

"I-I...uh," Andy stumbled.

"That's a dear," Carol told him practically pushing him out the door.

The door latch hadn't even caught when Carol was on her knees. Blaine had his arm around Jessica's waist and she around his as they watched Carol fish black cock from Blaine's fly.

"Oh shit!" Jessica groaned when she first saw it...less than half hard.

Carol began sucking immediately and Blaine grew quickly in her hot, wet mouth. He took a step backward to let Jessica get a better perspective on just how long it was. Carol's head was almost a foot from his groin as she nibbled on his dickhead.

"Oh my god!" Jessica exclaimed. "I can't believe it. I've never seen anything like it."

Where Carol should have been humiliated, she took pride instead. All the jealous pangs she'd endured earlier as Blaine offered his attention to his other date were now swept away. At the most critical moment of the evening, it was Jessica that was jealous of her.

"I wish I were her Blaine," Carol heard Jessica tell Blaine. "Are you really going to let me do that to you?"

"Perhaps," Blaine told Jessica so Carol could hear. "We'll have to see what's left. Carol gets to feed first."

"I don't care if you can't even get it up; I still want to suck it. Please?"

By that time Blaine was cumming. Down Carol's throat as usual to start, then all over everything, especially her face and new dress. By the time he had settled down, Carol had sat back on her buttocks and was cleaning her face and hands, sliding the escaped cum into her mouth. A bead of cum formed at Blaine's cock slit and began to dangle. Jessica moved her fingers and scooped it up.

"Would you mind if I tasted it?" she asked Carol.

Blaine's pretty, mature, white, mouth slut shook her head and Jessica licked her fingers clean.

"Oh Blaine, that tastes delicious!"

Carol was back at Blaine's cock again, cleaning it, polishing it with her mouth, tugging at it with her hands, eagerly seeking a second erection. He didn't disappoint and Carol went right back to work. Carol had just finished swallowing the second load when they heard Andy's key in the lock.

"Shit!" Carol shouted under her breath and scrambled upstairs.

Blaine pushed Jessica in front of him so he could put his cock away just as Andy returned.

"Where's Carol?" Andy asked as soon as he stepped into the room.

"She's gone up to change. Something spilled on her dress earlier. Actually, I was the culprit. I can be quite clumsy at times. Listen," Blaine continued holding up his cell phone," I'm needed back in town rather urgently..."

"Well then," Andy said, "it was very nice to meet you both. Perhaps we can have more time in the future."

"You can count on it," Blaine said shaking hands.

"Here, take this along," Andy said handing Blaine the bottle of wine. "Let us know what you think of it. It's a favorite of ours.

Blaine tried to decline but Andy insisted. "Tell Carol we'll call," Blaine said as Jessica and he stepped into the street. Blaine felt guilty about taking a gift from a man for, essentially, fucking his girlfriend's mouth.

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Playing Pool on a Cold Rainy Evening

Carol was hopelessly lost. Her car's heater had gone out and she shivered as the wipers struggled to push a cold, driving rain from the windscreen. What had begun as an exciting trip to visit a dominating friend to let herself be used had become a freezing, lonely drive to nowhere. Blaine had called and said he couldn't see her after all and, in trying to backtrack, she'd lost her way. Carol was on the verge of tears when a warm saffron light spilling from a tavern window beckoned her.

"Jake," the buxom blonde with the warm smile called into a room at the back, presumably the kitchen, "I've really got to go. I'm sure Mr. Bass will be here any minute. Oh, and you got somebody out here."

"He'll be right out," the departing waitress told the wet, proper, middle-aged mum standing just inside the entry door. "You should warm yourself by the fire," she told Carol, glancing at the hardened nipples that could be seen even through the fabric of the jacket she wore.

"Loretta?" came a deep voice and Carol turned to look. She gawked in disbelief that the sound that had actually caused a vibration in her nipples and clitoris had come from the youth standing at the bar.

The Caribbean boy with the Rastafarian dreadlocks was dressed in jeans and a tee shirt, both very tight. Carol's eyes immediately dipped to the sizeable bulge in his crotch before traveling up his torso to his face. He was cute in a way that made her think things that disturbed her.

"I think she left," Carol offered helpfully.

"I'm Jake," he said in a deep, soft voice that made her feel cuddled, offering her his hand. Carol tingled at the touch of the warm, dark flesh.

"She's lucky she lives close by. That was Mr. Bass, the boss," the boy said holding up a phone as if to confirm his allegation. "He said the road's closed. The storm knocked a big tree down."

"Which way?" asked Carol.

"North."

"That's good, I'm headed south."

"Bad idea," said Jake. " The south end always floods. You'll never get through. How 'bout I get you something?"

"I don't know...something warm," Carol said.

Jake was back soon with something steaming in a mug. It was delicious but with a powerful alcohol content. Carol found herself reacting immediately and drank too quickly.

"Refill?" Jake asked when he saw her cup was empty.

"I really shouldn't," Carol said. "I'm driving."

"Not for a few hours you're not," Jake said, taking the mug from her hand, letting his skin stroke against hers.

"Do you play?" Jake asked her when she'd reached the bottom of her second drink.

"I beg your pardon?" she asked primly thinking he was hitting on her.

"Pool," he said, taking the cover off the table to the side of the room. "Do you shoot pool?"

"Oh, I'm not very good," she protested as she moved toward the table. In fact she was much better than the average player and sometimes delighted in thrashing an arrogant guy.

"Who is?" asked Jake rhetorically, with a disarming smile.

Those white teeth juxtaposed against that pitch-black skin made her shudder with forbidden anticipation. Stop thinking about black cock, she commanded herself even as she felt her gaze return yet again to that bulging, denim covered package.

"Ten quid a game?" Jake asked. "Just to keep things interesting."

"Aren't you're a little young to gamble?"

"Eighteen's not young."

Carol shivered at the thought of such deliciously taboo fruit. They shook hands and the bet was on. At first they seemed equally matched. She quickly was up twenty pounds. Then Jake found his stroke. He won his money back and was up ten. It seemed that whenever he missed he left a difficult shot for Carol.

"Gotta keep one foot on the floor," Jake admonished as Carol, legs splayed, stretched awkwardly across the table.

"Here," Jake offered, standing beside Carol. He placed a hand on her side, moving it slightly. "This will help with your balance," he said, putting his hand on her bare leg and pushing it toward the center of the table.

Carol was wearing a skirt that was too short for playing pool and she felt a little uncomfortable as Jake stood back to let her shoot. She missed badly because she was concerned how much this young, black hustler could see of her.

Down thirty pounds, Carol finally called a halt to the bet. "I think I'd better stop before I fund your entire university degree. You're much too good for me."

"How about I give you a chance to get your money back but you don't have to wager a penny."

"Why would you do that?"

"You have something I want."

Imagining what Jake would name made Carol shiver.

"What?" she asked.

"Those pretty pink knickers you're wearing."

Carol's groan was almost but not quite inaudible. She had displayed herself to this stud and now they both knew it. He didn't just say knickers; he said pink knickers to show her he'd seen them. Oh god, Carol wondered, is he going to take me?

"Take them off right here," Jake told Carol when he won the next game.

Carol had asked where the ladies room was so she could honor her bet. She reached up under her skirt, trying not to show him his prize. It was strange she thought. He'd already seen them, why should she try to be so modest? So he wouldn't see what was beneath them? So she wouldn't be thought a slut?

"Lift your skirt. I want to see you take them off."

"That wasn't part of the bet," Carol protested.

"The bet was the knickers you're wearing. For all I know you could be some traveling knicker magician, pretending to take them off but actually switching another pair."

It was a joke and both of them laughed but the mature blonde lifted her skirt so Jake could see her knickers. Then she slowly lowered them without taking her eyes off his. She handed the handsome, young, black man his trophy.

Jake stroked the crotch across his cheek. Even Carol could see the moisture she'd left in them mark his face.

"Playing pool must excite you," Jake stated, tucking the knickers partway into his back pocket, leaving them hang half out so Carol would be constantly reminded of what had happened.

"No more bets of any kind," Carol stated emphatically.

"You're very good but you could be better. Would you like me to give you a few pointers?" Jake asked.

Mmmm, I can think of something I'd rather you to give me, Carol thought but, of course, didn't have the nerve to tell him.

Jake was behind Carol yet again, brushing his bulge into her backside, her contesting her position, more willing to permit him to rub himself lewdly against her than cede her place.
"You need to use your pelvis more when you stroke," Jake told her. "Sometimes it should be gentle," he said, demonstrating by thrusting at her softly, "and sometimes it should be forceful," slamming his hips into her.

Carol didn't yield but let this boy hump her without objection. Would she, could she surrender herself to him?

Carol was bent over the table lining up a shot. Jake was close up behind her pressing his bulge against her arse. His lips were close to her ear and he whispered, "Tell me about him."

Carol froze and knew he felt her tense up. He couldn't know about Blaine, could he? Not knowing, she tingled anyway.

"Who?" she whispered hoarsely, not even sure her voice would work.

"Him," Jake said, and traced his finger along the black velvet choker Carol wore on her neck.

Carol almost panicked; she almost lost control of her bladder as she shivered, all over at first, but then everything moved to the center of her cunt. She nearly orgasmed. She thought about pushing him away and telling him off but she wanted something else more. Did this kid have the nerve to take her? To bend her to his will?

"I don't know who you mean," she said but it was all too obvious she was trembling.

"I mean the man who gave you this."

Jake's hands were on her throat again, stroking her flesh, causing her blood to race to her nipples, her pussy lips, her clit, causing her juices to flow, making her mouth tingle as she thought the thought that had been dancing along the boundaries of her consciousness since that hot looking kid had first emerged from the kitchen. She wanted to suck his black cock.

"The man who used this to mark you as his slut."

"M-m-marked me?" Carol stammered.

If this kid knew she was someone's slut because of the lovely choker Blaine had given her, who else did? Carol collapsed on the green felt of the pool table. Even the pretext that something nonsexual was happening between them was gone. Her face was pressed against the hard, covered slate. She stretched her arms over her head scattering the balls, presenting Jake with a compliant target as she felt a hardening cock against her leaky genitals.

As her body lay motionless, her mind raced. Where else had she worn that choker? Who else might know she was a secret slut? A better question might have been who mightn't know? Her fiancé had see it, so had everyone at work. Did they know? Did they all know about her?

"What's his name?"

"B-Blaine."

"Are you exclusive?"

"Exclusive?"

"Are you allowed to see others?"

"I believe Blaine has other girlfriends."

Jake laughed out loud. "Of course the nigga see other sluts. I'm talking about you. Has he forbidden you from slutting for others?"

"He never said."

Jake spun Carol around and hooked his finger under the choker. "So are you his "girlfriend" or his slut?"

"I'm...I'm his slut."

"You're a black cock slut?"

"Yes."

"Say it."

"I'm a black cock slut."

"What do you do for black cock?"

"I suck it?"

"That's all?"

"Yes. He did sort of fuck me once but now I just mouth-slut for him."

"That's all? You just let him use your mouth?"

"Yes."

"And you enjoy being a mouth slut?"

"Yes."

"Want to be my mouth slut?"

"I don't...know. You're so young..."

Jake grabbed Carol's head and pulled her mouth to his. The touch of his lips against hers ignited her. She moaned long and deep. She pushed her tongue urgently and ardently into his mouth. She had known from the moment she first laid eyes on him that if he took her she would let him. She would try to discourage him because she felt humiliated that she'd give herself to someone so young, but if he took what he wanted she'd be unable to resist. Jake seemed to know that.

"Did that feel like I'm too young?" Jake asked, extracting his tongue from her mouth, breaking the kiss.

"No," said Carol breathing raggedly.

"Does this feel like I'm too young?" Jake asked taking Carol's hand and placing it on his bulging cock.

She left her hand on him even after he released her.

"Rub it," he ordered. Carol began to stroke his cock and felt it grow,

"You want to be my slut, don't you Carol?"

"Yes."

"Say it."

"I want to be your slut."

"Do you want to suck my cock?"

"I'd love to suck your black cock?" Carol's mouth watered as badly as her cunt thinking about blowing this boy's dick.

"Beg me."

"Please...please," Carol begged, "let me suck your cock. Let me please you like all white women should please black cock. Use my mouth for your pleasure." She continued stroking the boy's hardening cock.

"Do you want my cum?"

"Yes."

"Where?"

"In my mouth...wherever you want to put it."

"Do you want to be my cumslut?"

"Yes.

"Are you a black man's cum dump Carol?"

"Yes."

"Say it."

"I'm a slut for black cum," Carol said. "I love being a cum dump for black cock.

"You're very nice Carol. I know you need to be a slut for black cock so I'm going to do you a favor. Get on your knees.

There was no hesitation in Carol's actions. It was difficult for her to select which was more humiliating. That she so eagerly dropped to her knees for an eighteen-year-old lad, or how badly her cunt was juicing at the thought of being a black cock cumslut. Her clit was so hard it pulsed.

Carol watched as young Jake opened his jeans and slid them down his legs. He wore no under shorts and his fully erect cock sprang upward, slapping against his belly. It was a thing of beauty. Not as long as Blaine's but nearly as fat. It had the blackest skin Carol had ever seen on a human being.

Carol used both hands to jerk Jake off into her mouth. She thrilled at black men of size, men so large they could fill her hands and mouth at the same time...and perhaps even have some left over. She was thrilled when she brought him rapidly to a boiling, roiling climax that drained into her belly. When he recovered, she cleaned any cum remnants clinging to his dick then began getting him ready for a second assault on her mouth.

She reached forward, lightly stroking it with her fingertips. She watched as her strokes caused his scrotum to tighten and wrinkle, and his testicles to shift position. She cupped his nuts and stroked the big cock. Soon her mouth was glued to the wrinkly black skin and she lathed his testicles with slick saliva while jerking his cock with both hands.

Carol pulled up on Jake's big cock shaft. Her tongue searched the bottom of his scrotum for soft, delicate patches of unexplored flesh. Then she pushed back between his legs, along his perineum. Jake's nutsack was being dunked against Carol's nose and eyes as she jerked his stalk up and down.

"You want to go back there, don't you Carol?"

Jake swung around and bent over the pool table presenting his arse to Carol. Suddenly she was uncontrollably excited. She couldn't possibly...rim him...could she? That would be too kinky even for a mouth slut, wouldn't it? Carol's nipples transformed into steel bullets and she shuddered as a small tremor rippled through her.

Had she just cum? Without even touching herself? Just from the thought of doing something so hideously perverse. Still, she was his mouth slut, wasn't she? Didn't her mouth belong to him, to use as he wanted? To provide whatever pleasure he desired? Was she cumming again?

Carol cupped Jake's buttocks, felt them, hefted them in her hands. She began to knead them sensuously as she moved her face closer, kissing his meaty cheeks. He smelled fresh with just a hint of musk. Her tongue came out and joined her lips in an erotic journey across tender, sensuous, silken black skin. Her teeth nipped at the young musculature.

Carol licked at Jake's buttock, suctioning it with her lips. It had been years since she'd given anyone a hickey, but that's what she now sought. She wanted to mark him, to leave an impression that said, "Carol's mouth was here."

Although she tried to avoid it, Jakes crevasse kept beckoning her. Her lips, her tongue moved inexorably closer. Positioning her hands carefully, she pried his cheeks apart. Her lips traveled inward, licking and nuzzling Jake's moist cleft. She pried further and there she saw it. She shivered uncontrollably as she realized how close she was to that puckered ring and what she intended to do with it.

Puckering her own lips, Carol pressed her face into Jake's arse and kissed his wrinkled sphincter. She was cumming. She was sure of it now. The hideously kinky act of using her mouth on a young black man's arsehole solely to provide him pleasure was too humiliating to think about. Her dirty little secret was that he wasn't the only one getting pleasure. Her own was so great, her body now quaked in unbearable titiliation.

Carol was happily lapping away at a young black arse when suddenly someone spoke. She wasn't even aware anyone had entered the tavern.

"Jake?" came the questioning voice. "Oh, there you are."

Carol was shocked out of her lust-induced trance. She quickly pulled her face out of Jake's crack yet it was blatantly apparent what the proper, middle-aged woman kneeling behind the naked-from-the-waist-down young black male had been doing.

"Don't worry, hon," Loretta, the now-returned waitress soothed, "you're not the first one I seen doing that to young Jakie."

Carol felt Jake reach behind himself and push her face back against his firm buttocks. "Don't stop," he ordered, and she went back to giving him oral-anal service.

"Mmmm, baby," Loretta said as she approached the unusual copulation taking place at the pool table, "give me some of your hot tongue. She hopped up on the table and spread her legs for the black youth. Pulling her skirt up and her knickers aside, she lay back and let that soft black tongue tease her pussy lips.

Carol was shocked that this kid was offering oral service of his own to another woman while he demanded and enjoyed her lips on him. She was completely embarrassed at her lowly position in this ménage a trios. Never would she have let one of her white boyfriends get away with what Jake was getting. Yet she wouldn't change positions with Loretta even if asked. She was that excited.

"That's was nice," Jake said, finally pulling her sucking, lapping face off his arsehole. "Now it's time to suck some cum out of me."

Jake pushed his hips back from the table making room for Carol to scoot in and mouth him. She sucked fiercely, demanding he release his cum to her eager, waiting lips. He felt the cream begin to bubble up. "That's it baby, suck all that goodness out." Carol waited eagerly but in vain.

"Oooh," cooed Loretta, pushing Jake's face away from her cunt, "can I have that baby?"

"Sure you can," offered Jake hospitably. And so it was that Loretta hopped off the table and gobbled up the sweet load that Carol had earned.

"Please, NO!!" Carol wailed but it did not good. Loretta was already swallowing her prize.

The black cock was still drooling when Loretta relinquished it and jumped back up onto the table to let Jake finish eating an orgasm from her. Carol quickly sucked the beautiful black rod back into her own mouth, determined to get any discharge remaining there. It bothered her little that another woman's saliva still coated the black shaft as she ran her lips up and down, up and down.

Later, as Jake and Loretta sat on the sofa in front of the fire, making out with each other, Carol got her reward when she sucked a third explosive climax out of that gorgeous black man muscle.

~ * ~

Carol Attempts to Confess Her Obsession

My Very Dearest Andy,

I love you very much sweetheart but I fear I have been living a lie these past few weeks. There is another man. He means nothing to me emotionally but he has tapped into a sexual desire I didn't even know was there. It has nothing to do with what we have. He gives me something you can't, something I don't need or want from you.

Is that too much for you to bear darling? To have me as your dear wife while I remain his slut? Our life is so full, so nearly complete. We have so much together. He is just a small diversion, trivial really, in the vast ocean of our lives.

It's probably small consolation to you but we don't even fuck. I only suck his cock. I'm not even sure I can give him up...no, that's not true. As long as he'll have me I'm his to do with as he pleases sexually.

I don't know if you can possibly comprehend me dear. I probably don't deserve a second chance but you've enjoyed hearing of some of my prior sexual adventures. Would sharing what I do with him be so different? I want you desperately my darling. You're so understanding, so caring. Surely we can work this out.

I will be at work when you read this. I'm sure you will be shocked, stunned. Please call me.

With all my heart,

Carol

Carol felt so much better as she stepped outside and closed the front door. A huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She took a deep, satisfying breath and strode off. A dozen steps later she stopped. Returning to her kitchen table, she picked up her confession, ripped it into tiny pieces and threw them away. Being a black cock slut would mean living with a lie.

~ * ~

Confessing to a Friend

"Why won't you tell Sarah about my cock?" Blaine ask Carol while she sat gulping wine, her pretty mouth remaining agape even after she'd swallowed.

"He's got a big dick," Carol told her friend. "There, happy now Blaine?" Carol asked sullenly.

"Don't they all?" Sarah asked sweetly, swallowing so loudly they both heard her.

"That's what you call telling her about my dick? A bit like calling "War and Peace" a first form essay, isn't it?"

"You're fucking impossible," Carol said, staring at the table, then lifting her eyelids to look him in the eye.

"Doesn't matter anyway, Sarah," Blaine told Carol's friend. "It's not telling about my cock that has your friend juicing in her knickers. It's about what she does with it, isn't it Carol?"

"If you say so," Carol answered caustically.

This conversation had started earlier that day when Blaine asked Carol, "Doesn't it just heat you up to know that you will confess your black cock obsession and that you'll also have to tell me that you confessed?"

"How will you know if I'm telling the truth?"

"Since you put it that way, I suppose I'll just have to be with you. It'll be you, me, and Sarah at the table, drinking wine, and I'll goad you into telling her. I'll watch her face as you explain how my cock affects you. I'll manipulate you into admitting more than you'd want to divulge."

And so Blaine had. Carol was in the process of being humiliated in front of a friend because of her desires.

"Stop giving her nuance and innuendo, Carol," Blaine told her as she danced about the topic.

"It's so embarrassing, Sarah," she dodged.

"What's embarrassing about sucking cock?" Blaine asked. "Sarah, is there something wrong with an adult woman wanting to suck a man's dick?"

"Well, I must admit I'm surprised," Sarah offered, "but definitely not shocked, Carol."

"Of course not," Blaine agreed, "and if you saw what it was she enjoyed sucking, you'd certainly understand better. Tell your friend about my cock, Carol..."

~ * ~

Reluctantly, Carol Acquiesces to Gettin Her Nipples Pierced

"Did you see those?" Blaine asked casually, pointing to something in a jewelry story window, as they strolled the sidewalk.

"Blaine, I've told you a dozen times I'm not doing that. Relationships, even ones like ours, have boundaries, and that's one of mine. I would hope you'd understand."

They stopped at an outdoor café and were enjoying a glass of wine. Carol's skirt was mouthwateringly short. Her legs were smooth and bare and creamy as he stroked them openly.

"I know it's a big step, Carol, but look at how far you've already come." Blaine took a pair of handcuffs from his jacket pocket and put them on the table for her, and others, to see. "I know you're going to put these on later. I know you're doing it for me. You know I find that exciting."

"But those come off at the end of the night. And you know being restrained by you excites me as well."

"You've done other things, submissive things...like this," he said, lifting her foot onto his crotch, fingering the anklet she wore, stroking the heart shaped charm with the words "Black Cock Slut" engraved on it.

"Blaine!" she shrieked but in a whisper, tugging at her skirt, trying to close her legs, "people can see,"

He let her go but they both knew displaying her knickers in public excited Carol.

"Why not, Carol?" Blaine asked. "I've told you I think your titties would look great pierced."

"It's not me, Blaine."

"They would be great fun."

"It would hurt like hell."

"A moment's pain for a lifetime's bliss."

He was a nice looking young man (if you like tattoos) for whom Carol had taken off her blouse and bra. He was explaining the procedure and the after care as he examined her nipples. He stroked them and pinched them gently to make them hard. He certainly knew his business because Carol's popped out impressively.

Of course Blaine had gotten his way over having her nipples pierced just like he'd gotten his way with everything else he wanted from her. She wasn't bitter and was even a bit excited although mostly just apprehensive.

"Have you picked out a style you want to wear, yet?" the lad asked while continuing to play with Carol's tits under the guise of examining them.

"What would you recommend?" Carol asked.

"The barbells are good for novices," he said, holding up a metal stud with a round ball on either end.

"What do you think, Blaine?"

"Those are very nice," he agreed, enjoying watching Carol letting herelf be felt up.

The guy took out several different sizes and held them up against her nipple to get the appropriate size and let them see which appealed most. Then the moment of truth came. He rolled a nipple back and forth with his thumb and forefinger. The piercing needle lay on the table and he swabbed her areola with alcohol. Carol shivered and cringed.

"Just a minute," Blaine said, picking up Carol's blouse and bra. "I don't think we're ready to do this yet."

He helped her on with her blouse and stuffed the bra in his pocket. Another day perhaps, he thought as they left arm in arm.

~ * ~

Playing With Herself

Carol lay on her bed stroking her pussy. It was late at night and she was the only one awake. She had her favorite dildo with her, the big black one. She began rubbing it against her slit, getting it wet. Her mind began to wonder. The sexual thoughts that would rocket her into an orgasmic stratosphere began to form.

I can't believe I've become a young black man's slut. I can't believe I've given him sexual control over me. No, that's not true. I've not given anything; he's taken it. It's not healthy; I'm aware of that, yet I am unable to stop myself thinking of his wonderful cock.

Blaine has told me he will begin asking that I perform in new ways as his slut. I've thoroughly enjoyed his stories and the outrageous ways I've serviced him but now he will have me doing more than just reading and fingering.

He's told me about the first time he got sucked off. She was an older white woman...like me I suppose. In a way I wish it were I instead of her that sucked his dick first. That would have been fun, to be a young lad's first.

Perhaps I was foolish to admit to Blaine that I'd put finding a black lad and blowing him on my fantasy list. He's told me he will be asking me to do just that sometime. If he tells me to, I know I'll have to obey him.

The idea of being a black boy's first excites me more than I want to admit. In a way, maybe even more than doing it for Blaine. I love knowing that I get Blaine hard, knowing I can make that enormous cock pulse, knowing he will beat off thinking of me. Yes, he controls me but I also control him. He uses my mouth but I make him cum in it. It excites me so to know I can do that to such an "alpha cock."
Anyway, I saw him today...the boy I'd suck off if/when Blaine tells me. Him or someone just like him. He was in his school uniform waiting for transportation, laughing with his mates, tall and slender, obviously an African immigrant, so very black.

I could have just asked him, taken him off behind the bushes, squatted down and done it. His mates would have known, of course. Perhaps I should even let them watch, witness my willingness to be a black cock slut, to let black cocks use me, use my mouth.

Poor white kids wouldn't get any of my mouth though. Blaine has forbidden it. My mouth is reserved for black cock only. I don't even suck Andy anymore. Poor guy, he doesn't understand why I've stopped blowing him. Maybe one day I'll get the nerve to tell him the truth.

I love pleasuring big, dark black cocks with my mouth. I wish I knew why, why they excite me the way they do, why I am so easy for them, why my cunt won't let me alone when I see them or think of them, why it pesters me with its constant drip-drip-drip of slick fluid. I had to come home and change my knickers after seeing that boy today.

I can't believe how much time I spend masturbating these days. It seems like I'm doing it all the time. Thinking of black cock and playing with myself is all I do. It's a wonder I get anything done at all.

Even the way I play with myself has changed. I no longer cum by shoving that plastic in and out of my cunt. Yes, I slide it in me for a while and it feels good. But only up to a point. Then I have to take it out and suck it. How is it possible that I now cum from sucking on a tube of black latex?

I lie on my back with the dildo in my mouth and my two hands pawing at my cunt. I suck it madly like a baby with a pacifier. I have no idea why it works but it does. Gloriously.

Thoughts of sucking black cock have become central to my life. Perhaps I should just do it. Get on a train, go to another city, find a black boy and suck him off. It's what I want, what I crave. Perhaps it's best I don't. I'd become addicted. Hell I'm already addicted and I haven't even done it yet.

~ * ~

The Changing Room

"What's taking you so long?" Blaine asked as he swung the changing room door open wide.

Carol was standing there in knickers and bra with stockings and suspenders. Behind him, a teenage boy could see her and his mouth gaped open.

"Blaine, please..." Carol beseeched, covering her bra with an arm and the crotch of her knickers with her other hand. "He can see!"

"Where's that green skirt I wanted to see?" Blaine asked apparently oblivious to Carol's embarrassment.

"It's there," she said, pointing with the hand covering her bra to a hanger. The boy continued to stare.

"Get it," Blaine ordered.

Carol turned and let go of her bra to pick up the skirt. Both the teen and Blaine could see that she was wearing a thong. Carol held the skirt up in front of herself.

"That's the one," Blaine said. "Put it on."

"Blaine, please, he can see me."

Blaine turned to see the skinny young white lad in his school uniform ogling Carol's near nakedness hungrily.

"Come over here," Blaine told the boy.

He was too frightened by a black man not to obey. Blaine held the door open, stepped inside, and motioned for him to follow.

"She's worried about me holding the door open," Blaine told the kid as he closed the door.

Blaine took the skirt from Carol's hand and placed it on a hook. She was blushing scarlet as the young man feasted his eyes on her exposed body.

"What do you think of this bra?" Blaine asked him, tugging at one of the straps. "It's OK," Blaine said when the youth struggled to find his vioce, "she likes to know a man's opinion, don't you Carol?"

"Blaine, please, don't do this."

"Tell him you want his opinion, Carol."

"I'd like to know what you think of my brassiere," Carol told the boy, goose bumps beginning to dot her flesh.

"Let him see," Blaine said, pushing Carol's arm down.

"It's nice," the boy said, his eyes bugged out.

"It feels really nice," Blaine told him, cupping her breast.

Carol's nipple hardened visibly.

"Blaine! This is wrong! He's too young."

"I'm of age," he protested.

"Go ahead and feel the material," Blaine told him. "She wants you to. See this?" he asked, grasping nipple, "that means she's excited by what we're doing. Tell him to feel it Carol."

"Please," Carol told the teenager, "touch my bra and see if you like it."

The boy cupped her breast and began feeling her up.

"The other one too," Blaine told him and he grabbed both tits. Carol's eyes closed and she moaned low as she realized her sluttishness had sunk to a new level and would probably go lower still. Would this young man embarrass her by causing the orgasm that was quickly building inside Carol?

"What about her kinckers?" Blaine asked the boy. "How do they feel?"

Now he had one hand on her breast while the other groped Carol's crotch. She began humping her pussy against his hand. What she was doing with this boy at Blaine's urging was making her so hot. She knew he was only doing it to humiliate her with such a young kid and that was enflaming Carol completely.

"They feel really soft," the kid said playing with the older woman's tits and cunt.

Carol began to shudder and Blaine could see she was on the verge of cumming.

"Thank you very much," Blaine told him bring Carol's petting session to a close without the climax that hung so close she could almost touch it.

"Please, Blaine, let him continue," Carol begged.

"He's given you what you needed, Carol. He's told you the items are nice."

"Please," she groveled again.

"No Carol, it wouldn't be fair to the boy. Now thank him for helping you."

"Thank you," Carol told him without enthusiasm.

"No, Carol, thank him," Blaine told her, placing his hand on top of her head and pushing down.

"Oh god!" she groaned as she sank to her knees.

She reached up and stroked his cock through his pants. Of course he had a raging hard on.

"Ask his permission," Blaine told her.

"May I suck you please?" Carol asked sweetly as she unzipped him.

He didn't answer and Carol didn't wait for one. His cock wasn't particularly long or thick and she buried it in her mouth in one gulp. He was so young and the teasing had him on the edge even before he experienced the hot wet confines of Carol's luscious mouth. He came quickly but not before Carol's own orgasm wracked her body.

Blaine and Carol still haven't discussed that shopping trip but they both know she came from sucking that young cock.

~ * ~

Jerking Off With Carol's Mouth

"Hi," Blaine said when Carol answered her phone.

"Hi," she replied. He could tell he'd caught her at a bad time.

"I was thinking about jerking off but I'd rather have a blowjob."

"It's work," he heard her say, probably to Andy.

Twenty minutes later Blaine heard the knock on his hotel room door. He answered the door in his favorite outfit for getting his cock sucked: a black tee shirt, a pair of floppy socks, and a beer.

"What if I'd been housekeeping?" Carol asked as Blaine opened the door wide and watched her gape at the long, fleshy, black tube hanging from his groin.

"Then she'd be getting my load and not you."

"You think you're so fucking funny..." Carol hesitated before continuing. "I-I..." she stammered.

"What Carol? Spit it out."

"Would it be all right if I played with myself while I do it?"

At first Blaine had just put Carol on her hand, making her responsible for any orgasms she would enjoy, but now he was controlling when she was permitted to masturbate as well. He was denying her the privilege of fingering herself until such times as he deemed appropriate and she was definitely on edge because of it.

Sometimes Carol wanted to cum so badly but Blaine wouldn't permit it. Like last week when he was traveling and he called her for phone sex. Blaine jerked off while Carol talked dirty to him but he wouldn't allow her do the same. Blaine described in great detail what he was doing to himself and she begged for permission to play with herself. Ultimately, he forbade it.

"Did you play with yourself today?" he asked.

"No sir."

"When was the last time you got yourself off?"

"Last week, before you called for phone sex."

"Has Andy gotten you off?"

"No sir. He's tried but I made sure I got him to cum before I did, then I faked it."

"You must be very horny?"

"You have no idea sir."

"Tomorrow, pet. You'll come to see me and I'll face-fuck you tomorrow and I'll permit it then."

"But Andy and I have plans..."

"Tomorrow or you'll have to wait another week."

Blaine got himself another beer and sat in a chair. He motioned for Carol to kneel between his legs. She got him hard with her hands and mouth. He grabbed a handful of blonde hair and began guiding her movements up and down his cock.

"Loosen up your jaw and neck," he told her. "I want to jerk off except that instead of my hand, your mouth will be holding my cock."

He began moving Carol's head again but she struggled to relax.

"Loosen your fucking neck, cunt," he barked.

Carol managed to relax her neck and Blaine began wanking off with her head. Carol's gag reflex was relaxed as well and he could push against the back of her throat without a reaction. He grabbed her hair even tighter and he jerked her mouth up and down his dick more and more rapidly.

"Here it comes you slut!" Blaine shouted as his stuff began exploding out of his cock and into her slut mouth.

She swallowed quickly until he was drained then lay her head against his thigh and sighed contentedly.

"I'd better get going," Carol told Blaine after a few minutes.

"Not yet, cunt. I always jerk off at least twice."

~ * ~

More Cock Sucking

Blaine was standing up, naked, leaning against the wall. His hand stroked his hard, black cock. Carol was sitting across the room fidgeting in her seat. She had been forbidden from approaching him or touching herself. Blaine, on the other hand, needed no such permission to relieve himself.

"Do you see it, slut? Do you see what I'm doing to myself?"

"Yes, sir, I can see clearly."

"Is it making you hot?"

"Yes, sir, your cock always makes me hot. I love watching you play with yourself even when I'm forbidden from doing the same. I'm so fucking hot right now I can't stand it."

"You can and will stand it slut. It's time you learned you don't always get what you want when you want it. You think this cock is here whenever you want it but it's not. I told you at the beginning that this was about my pleasure not yours. Now, it seems you are enjoying being my mouth slut even more than I do." Blaine continued stroking his cock slowly as he spoke, knowing he was teasing Carol mercilessly.

"I'm not sure sir."

"But you don't deny that you get a great deal of pleasure from sucking my dick."

"No, sir, I don't deny that."

"You don't deny that you get more pleasure from sucking my black cock than you do from fucking a white guy."

"No, sir, I don't deny that either."

"That's why I've had to restrict when you can finger yourself. You need re-educating. You need to remember your pleasure is not what's important. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Do you agree that I have control over your orgasms and not you?"

"Yes, sir."

Blaine can see Carol tremble as she admitted that she was willing to forgo her pleasure while agreeing to provide his. It felt so hideously kinky to think that a young man could control her that way. She could feel her nipples harden even farther if that was even possible.

"Come over here. I want to jerk myself off with your mouth."

"Yes, sir," Carol said practically jumping from the chair.

Blaine grabbed her hair tightly as she knelt and tilted her head up to his face.

"Open your mouth."

"Yes, sir," she answered.

"Stick out your tongue." Carol lolled her tongue from her open mouth.

"You're going to do my balls first."

Blaine pulled his cock out of the way with one hand and used Carol's hair to direct her mouth to his scrotum. She licked and sucked eagerly as he pulled her head up and down his ball sack. He could feel the vibrations from her mouth as Carol moaned lowly.

"That's good, slut, now the cock. This better be good, too. Your mouth better feel like a nice juicy cunt."

Carol's mouth was still open and he pointed his cock at it with one hand and pulled her mouth onto it with the other. Blaine set up a nice, slow rhythm like he had earlier when he was stroking himself while lecturing her. Blaine kept up a steady stream of chatter while he wanked himself using Carol's moist mouth.

"You're such a slut, you know that, Carol? You're one of the biggest sluts I've ever known and I've know quite a few. Maybe the biggest. No, you are the biggest. I like that your cunt is boiling right now and you're forbidden from doing anything about it.

"I'm getting a little impatient that you haven't told your friend - what's her name, Sarah? - about me yet. Perhaps the frequency of my permission for you to play with yourself will diminish until you tell her. It's what you want, isn't it? That your friend know? That she can judge you and confirm that you are a bigger slut than anyone else she knows?

"You want to be a slut, Carol, and part of that is others knowing. That's the sweet part, that part that gets your juices flowing. At first it was enough that I knew but now, others must know as well. Someone you can talk to about being a young black man's mouth slut."

Blaine was beating off faster now, gripping Carol's hair so tight it hurt a little.

"Would you like permission to finger yourself now, slut?" he asked, pulling her mouth off his cock long enough for her to answer.

"Yes, please, sir."

"No," he told her and shoved his massive erection into her mouth again.

Back and forth Carol's head went. Blaine was thrusting his pelvis in a counter rhythm to the strokes of her mouth. He was, as the Romans would say, giving her a blowjob. Finally the orgasm hit him. He held her head still while he emptied his nuts into her mouth. Spurt after spurt flowed inward. Somehow in his lust he told her not to swallow. He left his cock in her mouth until it began to soften.

Finally, Blaine pulled Carol's mouth off him. "Show me. Show me my cum in your mouth."

Carol opened her mouth carefully to keep from spilling any of the cock custard and he could see a big pool of white liquid on her tongue.

"Stick your tongue out so I can see better."

Carol pushed out her tongue out trying not to let any spill off. She was are not entirely successful and some dripped onto her blouse.

"Swallow." She closed her mouth and he could see her throat contracting.

"Let me see."

Carol opened her mouth again, sticking out her tongue, showing him the cum is all gone. Her cunt was on fire and driving her crazy.

"Please, sir, may I..."

"No! Now get back over to your chair until I need you again."

Carol shuffled back to the chair, hoping that he'd relent later.

~ * ~

Carol Confesses to Sarah

"Sarah, I'd like your advice on something but it's kind of embarrassing. Can I ask you without getting snickered at?"

"Of course, Carol. Why would you think I wouldn't take it seriously?"

"Because that's pretty much what you do. You always make a joke of the situation."

"OK, I'll give you that one, but what else?"

"See, you're doing it already."

"I know, It's just my way to clown around. I'll be serious, I promise."

"It's something sexual."

"Ooooh, now I'm really interested. It's about that young guy you met on line, isn't it?"

"Yes, it's about him."

"This IS juicy," Sarah said rubbing her hands together, but added, "What is it? I'll be serious, I promise. Have you met him?"

"No, not yet, and maybe not ever. OK, I'm not sure exactly how to say this so...he does want to meet but he says all he wants to do is get a blowjob."

"What do you mean, only get a blowjob? What about you?"

"That would be it for me too. What ever pleasure I get from sucking cock is what pleasure I'd get."

"That's pleasure? Having some guy shove his dick in your mouth?"

"You know what I meant. You mean it doesn't excite you to suck cock."

"Not that much!"

"But it does a little..."

"Yes, I admit I like to but I also want something for me."

"Perhaps I could use my fingers on me while I do it to him. I'm sure I'd get myself off."

"You can use your fingers anytime. You don't need a man for that."

"I know. So you think the idea is crazy."

"I didn't say that exactly, just that I don't see what you would get out of it. It seems so unfair. Why do you want to do it?"

"If I knew that, I wouldn't have to ask you. I take it you haven't just given a guy a blowjob and he didn't reciprocate."

"I may have sucked off someone who didn't return the favor at the moment but I knew it would happen later."

"What about a strip show? I hear they let women in the audience suck on them and many do. But the strippers are forbidden from touching the women. How is that any different?"

"I don't know, it just is. It's part of the show, I guess. Those women are probably all plants."

"I doubt they're all plants. I'm sure there are more than a few who are quite willing. You wouldn't let some handsome stud put it into your mouth for a few seconds?"

"I don't know, maybe if all the others were doing it."

"What about wanking him? Surely you'd touch his cock or give it a few tugs."

"Much more likely."

"So what's so different about using your mouth? Same principle."

"I don't know. It sure doesn't sound like the same principle in my head."

"Look, Sarah, I'm not saying I going to do it, just that I've been considering it. It does excite me, though. Remember that boy back at school, the one who held my head on his cock while he came? I just can't seem to forget about him even after all these years. Blaine's requests remind me of him and it always excites me."

Sarah remembered Carol telling her about the boy in question because it was, to her, rather an odd way of becoming excited. The boy was older and Carol fancied him so ardently. He was beautiful and cool, and could have any girl in the school. He had a reputation of taking what he wanted from them.

All of that excited Carol beyond endurance. She knew he would use her, that she'd have to let him have free reign over her with his hands, that she'd have to suck him whenever he wanted - and he'd dump he'd after a few weeks. She knew it wasn't going to last, wasn't going to work - and yet she wanted him so badly. Blaine did remind her of those feelings,

The boy had held her, held her on his cock with his hands - he wasn't the first in her mouth but he was the first to hold her head onto him as he came. They were together for seventeen days. And still Carol remembered him.

"Jeeze Carol, I don't know what to say."

"Just say you'll still be my friend if I decide to do it. Will you? Still be my friend?"

"Of course silly."

~ * ~

Sex on a Train

They still had two full hours of ride ahead of them when a woman of Carol's age, holding an infant, took the seat facing theirs. It quickly became obvious that she was the child's nanny and her glares let us know she highly disapproved of a middle-aged white woman traveling with a young black companion.

"I'm putting you on your hand, Carol," Blaine said as if they were seated alone.

"What does that mean?" she asked even though she knew exactly what it meant because he'd already done it weeks ago. In fact, now, she wasn't even permitted to masturbate at all without his authorization.

"It means you're responsible for your own orgasms."
The woman seated across from them couldn't find another seat fast enough. In the process of huffing off, the baby spit up its entire meal onto Carol's skirt. There was no apology forthcoming and Carol wouldn't have heard it anyway as she hurried into the car's bathroom to clean up. Blaine followed her.

"Take it off," Blaine told Carol as she attempted to wipe her skirt down using a paper towel and water. "You'll never get it clean that way."

Reluctantly Carol slipped off her skirt and began washing it out in the sink. Below the waist she was wearing a pair of rhinestone-encrusted stilettos, a pair of light blue knickers, stockings and suspenders. She had been forbidden from wearing tights anymore. In fact, Blaine had thrown all her old ones away. He stepped behind her and watched Carol in the mirror as she scrubbed. The crotch of his jeans just touched the crack of her bum cheeks. Carol pretended not to notice but he could see her nipples hardening.

"There," Carol said, holding the skirt up to her nose to make sure the smell was gone.

"Smell's all gone?" Blaine asked. Carol nodded. "Let me smell."

He held the skirt about a foot from his nose and waved his hand in front of his face as if dispersing some foul odor.

"My god, Carol! How can you even think of putting this back on?"

"It's fine Blaine," she told him holding her hand out for the garment.

"Not if I'm to be traveling with you."

"What would you propose I do?" she asked, putting her hands on your hips.

"Well you're not wearing this," Blaine told Carol.

He slid open a small window in the restroom and pushed Carol's skirt through it.

"Blaine!" she shrieked, but it was too late. The skirt was gone. "You fucking son of a bitch! What the fuck am I supposed to do now?"

She must have thought he had a solution to her immodesty because she was much angrier at him than she was worried about her state of dress. Unfortunately for her, he didn't.

"You're fine, Carol," Blaine told her. "Let's find another seat. I don't want to sit in that puke the rest of the trip."

Her eyes were on the floor as Blaine strode up the aisle with Carol in tow. If anyone looked up, they would have seen her knickers as she hurried behind him. There was a young black man of about twenty sitting next to the window in a seat facing their approach. He was reading a book.

"Are these seats taken?" Blaine asked, stepping between the rows of seats, leaving Carol alone in the aisle.

He could almost feel her face redden behind him as he was not at all quiet and probably attracted the attention of other passengers causing them to look Carol's way. The young man indicated the seats were open and Blaine took the one on the aisle.

Carol had to step past Blaine. The black youth lowered his book but said nothing about her unusual, arousing attire. Blaine could see Carol's face was scarlet when she took her seat.

"I've got get our stuff," Blaine announced as soon as they were seated.

Carol was left half naked with a young man less than half her age. The boy went back to his reading with an occasional glance over the top of his book at Carol sitting rigidly with her hands in her lap and looking out the window even though it was too dark to see anything.

"Where are you going?" Blaine asked the kid upon his return, deciding Carol's humiliation was more important than his book.

They spoke for a few minutes before he finally brought up the subject of Carol's lack of a complete outfit. His eyes rarely left her crotch.

"Where's her skirt?" he finally asked when his curiosity could no longer be contained.

"He wants to know what happened to your skirt, pet," Blaine said to the lovely, mature blonde serving as his traveling companion and mouth slut.

Carol's voice was barely a squeak. "There was an accident. A baby threw up on it."

"Couldn't you rinse it out?" he asked.

"W-we tried," she stuttered, "but I couldn't get the smell out."

"Yeah, but wouldn't it be better to have a little smell than no clothes?"

"Perhaps in hindsight you're right. It just seemed like the right thing at the time," she answered.

"Is there something wrong with her knickers?" Blaine asked him.

"On no, no...it's just..."

"Cause you keep staring at them."

"I didn't mean anything, man. It's just that it's so..." he let his thought trail off.

"Let's see, Carol," Blaine said, pushing her hands out of her lap. Carol's nipples were beginning to poke visibly at her blouse. "They seem fine," Blaine said, trailing a hand across her thinly covered pubis. "Perhaps there's something farther down," he said, urging her to spread her legs so the kid could see between them. Her hands were clenched into two tight little fists and her breathing was shallow, but she opened her legs.

"Can you see anything?" Blaine asked him.

"Nothing," he replied, peering between Carol's legs. "They look a little darker there but it may be the light."

The train car was dark except for some aisle lighting on the floor so passengers could see where they were walking and the light Blaine and Carol's seat mate was using for reading.

"Not the lights mate," Blaine told him. "It's her. Being with young black men gets her hot."

"She likes sitting there in her knickers?"

"I imagine she does...what's your name?"

"David."

"I'm Blaine and this is Carol. I imagine she does like it that you are seeing her in her knickers, David. Are you enjoying this young man looking between your legs, Carol?"

"No," she croaked.

"Then why are you so wet here?" Blaine asked, slipping his fingers into the gusset of her knickers and feeling the dampness there. The backs of his fingers brushed against her bare labia and he can hear her sharp intake of air. All this was exciting Carol more than she wanted. She wished she had better control of her cravings.

"Go ahead, David, feel them," Blaine told the boy removing his own fingers, making sure they dragged fully along Carol's pussy lips as they departed. She shuddered and Blaine wondered if she'd had an orgasm on the spot. Carol could sometimes climax so easily in situations like that.

"No, man, I can't do that," David answered, probably disappointing Carol.

"Sure you can. Carol doesn't mind, do you pet?"

"It's all right, David," she said pushing her crotch at the painfully shy young man seated across from her. "I don't mind if you touch them."

"I can't mister, not with another man's girl." He spoke to Blaine, too shy to say anything to a white woman.

"Take your knickers off," Blaine told Carol.

"Blaine..." Carol began to protest.

"He's too shy to touch you while your wearing them so take them off. He's probably never been this close to a white woman before. You know he wants to feel your wetness and that you want him to. He'll be much braver when he sees your bare cunt. Now take your knickers off and hand them to him."

Carol lifted up her hips and pushed her knickers down her legs. David's eyes were wide as saucers as Carol's bare pussy came into view. His eyes never left her shaved cunt as she finished removing the last vestige of below-the-waist modesty. He appeared hypnotized. When Carol held out her hand offering her knickers, he took them as if in a trance.

"Feel them, David," Blaine told him and he did. "Put them to your nose and smell them." Again he complied. "That's the smell of a woman in heat, David. Remember that smell." He nodded that he would. "How was that, David? Did you enjoy that?"

David nodded again, still incapable of speech. He held Carol's knickers out to her and she started to reach for them until Blaine's hand stopped her.

"Those are yours now David. They're for you to keep as a remembrance of this day, this encounter. Put them in your pocket."

David shoved Carol's knickers into his pocket and she stopped breathing altogether. How was she expected to exit that train now?

"There's one more thing, though," Blaine told David. "My slut here has gotten herself all worked up taking her knickers off for you. Would you let her give you a blowjob to help calm herself down? She loves sucking black cock."

"Why doesn't she just suck yours?"

"She will, later. But she did strip for you. Probably got you hard. The least she can do is suck it off for you."

"I don't know..." David began to protest.

"Convince him, slut," Blaine told Carol.

"Please, David," she said, leaning forward and putting her hands on his knees. As embarrassed and humiliated as she was at the position she was in, she knew the best thing would be to get it over as quickly as possible. Of course the fact that she was now obsessed with sucking his young cock made her desperate to do it.

Carol began rubbing her hands up his thighs, telling him to relax. When her hands reached his crotch, she slipped off her seat and knelt on the floor. She reached up to extinguish the light above his head and the trio was pitched into near darkness. As she lowered her arms, she slid them around David's neck. She pulled his head forward and their lips met. Quickly Carol opened her mouth and her tongue searched for his. Finding it, she moaned audibly.

She continued kissing him ardently. When he was slow to act, she brought his hand to her breast and groaned when he fondled her somewhat roughly. Her hand had dropped to his crotch and she was stroking an obviously hard dick. She unbuckled his belt and opened his fly while they continued kissing.

Carol began tugging his pants down and he lifted his hips to help. His cock got caught in his underwear and made a loud slapping against his belly when it finally broke free. She pushed his pants to his ankles and felt his big cock hot and wet against her cheek.

"Oh David," Carol cooed to her young paramour, taking his cock in her hands, "you have a beautiful cock. I want to suck you so badly right now." Her lips moved to the head of his cock and kissed it.

"May I please suck it David? Please?"

David grunted, about the only sound he could make and Carol lowered her wet mouth over his dark brown cock. Soon her head was bobbing in earnest. Blaine and Carol both knew he wouldn't last long. She took her mouth off him just long enough to ask, "Sir, may I?"

Blaine knew she was asking permission to finger herself off while pleasuring the nice young black man. "Yes, pet," he answered.

Within seconds David was bucking his hips at Carol's face as he spurted his cum into her hungry mouth. She, too, began thrashing about as the finger on her clit brought her to a thunderous climax.

Carol kept his cock in her mouth laving it with her tongue until he said, "That tickles," and pushed her head away.

Much of life is timing and Blaine was prepared to give Carol a second round with that young dick that hadn't softened, but the conductor was announcing their station.

"Do you have anything to say to David?" Blaine asked as he stood in the aisle.

"Thank you, David. I enjoyed doing that so much," Carol told him, standing. The lights had come on in the car for those getting off and Carol's bare, bald cunt with its puffy, swollen lips was within a foot of his face.

As Carol moved toward the aisle, Blaine slipped off his jacket and put it over her shoulders. While it only came to his waist, it hung down far enough on her to just cover the bottom of her arse in back and that swollen mess of a cunt in front. They departed the train without looking back.

~ * ~

An Email

pulling down my zipper and reaching in

grasping the long black snake inside and pulling it out

stroking while I watch you watch my hand

seeing you showing signs of arousal

telling you to stroke yourself while you watch me do the same

seeing your hand disappear under your skirt

watching the telltale movements of your skirt as your fingers explore

asking if you want "it" but not saying what it is

watching you nod your head (a preview of what you will do)

telling you you have to say please

watching your skirt move and then your lips as you plead

taking your hair in my hand and moving your head forward

jerking my cock with one hand and moving your head with the other

enjoying the soft, warm, wet confines of your sexy mouth

telling you I am getting ready to cum

seeing your hand move faster under your skirt

taking my cock out of your mouth and jerking, my fist a blur

tilting your head back, your mouth open wide

seeing you spasm on your hand and feeling my own orgasm

watching my cum spurt out into your mouth and onto your face

pushing my spurting cock back into your mouth

watching you ride out your climax on your fingers while I finish mine

seeing your throat contract as you swallow my salty cum

feeling your mouth soften along with my cock as you clean me

seeing your cum covered face look up and hearing you say thank you

~ * ~

Carol Disobeys and Is Punished

Carol was delighted to see Blaine, content even. It had been weeks since they'd been together and five days since his last email. She was too content; something was wrong.

Blaine been at a client's site all week and their network connections prevented accessing private email providers. When he finally got to open his email account, he saw the string of increasingly desperate notes she'd sent asking permission to masturbate.

"Sir," read the first dated five days ago, "may your subslut please finger herself?"

The notes became increasingly beseeching until yesterday's. "Oh god, Blaine, where are you? I'm going out of my fucking mind. Please don't do this to me. I'm desperate! Today I even found myself pushing against a cute young man on the train, rubbing my pussy against his arse. I need it, Blaine. Oh, how I need it. Please answer, please."

Then today, nothing.

Blaine called Carol when he was almost at her house to tell her he was coming over. He explained that he hadn't been able to read her correspondence all week but gave no indication that he'd seen her notes.

He brought her a gift, a matching periwinkle blue mesh bra and knickers set. The mesh was half-inch squares. Its purpose was to titillate, not conceal.

"May I try them on for you, sir?"

"Yes, my pet."

Under Blaine's instructions, Carol stripped, except for the open backed stiletto heels she wore and proudly donned her new lingerie. She wore a quizzical expression as she held her arms out and spun around, anxious for his reaction.

"Very nice," he told her, adjusting the mesh openings of the bra so that Carol's hardened nipples poked through unobstructed. He ran the back of his finger up her mons venus and felt the short stubble she was probably waiting permission to shave.

"I have one more thing," Blaine told her, handing her an oblong box.

Carol shuddered and goose bumps began dotting her flesh as she opened the gift. Inside was a gold chain with alligator jaws at either end.

"How does it go?" Carol asked, holding it up to her neck. When she found it was too short to fit around, she lay it against your wrist.

"It goes here," Blaine told her, holding the end clips next to her nipples, letting the chain hang in a parabolic arc between them.

"You can't be serious, Blaine!"

Even though she was his subslut, they both knew there were things that were out of bounds, things Carol didn't want and that he wouldn't demand those. The clips were a gray area. They hadn't discussed them specifically nor had she ruled out pain as a source of pleasure completely...just not too much pain.

"Don't be such a baby, Carol," he told her as he squeezed open one of the jaws so both could see the tiny teeth that would be clasped to her tender nipple flesh.

In the store, Blaine had been a bit surprised at the amount of pressure needed to open it. The teeth weren't large enough to puncture skin but they would definitely be harsh against a woman's softness. Now, both Blaine and Carol stared at those glinting gold teeth as he held them juxtaposed beside her soft, pink skin. The pair watched as her nipples hardened under her growing arousal.

"It won't hurt you," Blaine assured her and released the jaw onto her little finger as a demonstration, "too much."

"OUCH!" Carol screamed and moved to release the jaw. "You're not putting that thing on me!"

Despite Carol's protests, Blaine saw her shiver in a way that let him know her complaint was more bluster than substance.

"Normally, I would agree with you pet, but what am I supposed to think when I find you've disobeyed me?"

"I...what?" Carol sputtered.

"Don't, my dear. The ingénue doesn't fit you. Do you want to confess? Or would you prefer that I tell you, knowing it will make matters worse."

"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about," Carol said, standing her ground, underestimating him.

"Very well," he said, "just remember this was your decision."

He reached down and stroked her pubis again.

"Mmmm," Carol smiled.

"That's a two day growth," he said. "The last time I gave you permission to shave was more than five days ago. You shaved without authorization, didn't you?"

"I..." Carol stammered and looked at the floor.

"Didn't you!" Blaine said with greater volume.

Carol remained quiet, continued to look at the floor.

"Say it."

"I'm so sorry, sir," she gushed. "It's just that I hadn't heard from you in days and the itch was making me crazy. Please sir, I promise I won't do it ever again."

"Is that all?"

"Yes sir, that's it and I do promise you. You don't know how sincerely I'm making you that promise."

"You failed to confess, though."

"Yes, sir, and I am sorry."

"The clips will go on for disobeying."

Blaine held out his hand and Carol gave him back the chain. He grabbed one of her protruding nipples and squeezed it hard. It began to throb. He could feel her pulse as blood pumped into the nipple.

A nerve seemed to connect that throbbing nipple directly to Carol's clitoris and it began to throb as well. He pulled the nipple away from her body distending and distorting it. Then he snapped the alligator jaw behind his fingers.

She gasped sharply but refused to cry out. He did the same with her other tit then let the chain dangle between Carol's breasts. Blaine bounced the chain in the palm of his hand and lightly flicked at the jaws with his finger. The pain began to subside and it was like he touched her clit directly.

"Get your camera," Blaine told her, "I want a picture. And the tripod," he called after her.

With the equipment set up, Blaine framed a shot of Carol standing in her new knickers and bra with her new nipple chain hanging. Then he zoomed in and got a close up of just her tits and the jewelry.

"I want you to post these on your Flickr account," he told her.

"It's too bad you refused to make a full confession," Blaine said as he opened the computer bag he took everywhere with him. In it was the last item he bought on his way over to see Carol.

"What are you talking about?" Carol asked, her expression turning suddenly fearful.

"Don't you?" Blaine asked, pulling out a ping-pong paddle.

"I'm sorry!" she whined, her eyes widening as big as the paddle. "I didn't think it would hurt anything. I didn't think you would find out. How did you know?"

"That you gave yourself pleasure without permission?"

"Yes sir."

"Your emails. They'd gotten so desperate. Then today, nothing, and when I came over, you weren't as edgy as you should have been, weren't as eager, as pestering as you usually are to suck my cock."

"I'm so sorry sir. I-I guess I do deserve to be punished," Carol said eyeing the paddle nervously.

"Bend over that table."

She put her elbows on the table and leaned forward preparing for her spanking. Blaine pulled down Carol's new knickers, leaving them circling her legs at mid thigh. He pushed her legs apart so that her feet were shoulder width.
Just before walking to the camera, Blaine rested the paddle atop her arse, allowing her time to think about what lay ahead, allowing her apprehension to build while he placed the camera in position and framed the shot.

The first picture was of Carol's lovely, bare arse, framed by blue knickers at mid-thigh, legs opened erotically with that menacing paddle resting forebodingly on her arse as if she might have been part of the furniture, the place where the master stored his paddle until he needed it.

Blaine set the shutter delay, went back, picked up the paddle, and delivered a stinging blow to Carol's buttocks just as the flash exploded and immortalized the jiggle of her flesh if not the smart of the swat.

He rested the paddle on her arse again and went to look at the picture he'd just taken in the camera's digital display. It was perfect. Carol's face, looking over her shoulder, braced for contact, was captured beautifully. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip. She looked gorgeous. The gold chain attached to her nipples could be seen draped along her arm.

Blaine took the camera behind Carol and framed another shot. He again picked up the paddle and gave her a series of stinging swats that she bore in silence. Soon her buttocks were glowing a rosy red and he took another picture, a lovely shot of Carol's red arse, underlined by those bunched, periwinkle knickers stretched across her creamy thighs, as she leaned over the table.

"God that red arse makes you look adorable," Blaine told her as she maintained her position. "You're giving me a hard on."

"Oh sir!" Carol exclaimed, turning her head to look at him, fervently hoping that they would be moving on to more pleasant activities.

"One more shot," he said, wanting a picture of Carol's pretty face looking backward while her arse cheeks still glowed pink. "Then you can suck me off."

"Thank you sir," she said while he took the picture.

Blaine slipped off his shoes, shirt and pants while Carol kneeled. He wasn't wearing underwear. He dragged his hand up his groin and gripped his cock for her, but he had even more stubble than she.

"I think you should shave me first."

"Yes sir," Carol replied and scurried into the bath while Blaine positioned himself on her bed.

She gave him a towel to put under himself. Blaine spread his legs wide and she began applying cream then pulling the razor carefully across his skin. She ran her finger along behind the razor looking for any missed stubble.

Finally, she patted the just shaved area dry and ran her lips across the skin looking for anything her fingers had missed. Blaine taught her the first time she shaved him that lips are much more sensitive than fingers, and they must be used on the last pass to assure the cleanest of shaves. Carol didn't need any encouragement, of course, and eagerly pressed her mouth against him at every opportunity.

Carol continued shaving Blaine, from above his cock, down along the sides, up against his legs, then, very carefully, around the scrotum. He lifted his legs and let her shave the perineum, loving the feel of her soft lips along that sensitive skin.

Finally, he turned over onto his stomach, giving Carol the access to shave his crack. She cleaned him carefully and shaved slowly, holding his cheeks apart with her hand. Her lips too, grazed gently across that most forbidden of flesh. Finally done, Carol wanted to linger.

"May your cumslut please kiss you, sir? Back here?" she pleaded, holding his arse cheeks apart with her hands, staring at that now denuded, puckered bud.

"Yes, my pet, you may kiss me there."

Carol pressed her pretty face forward and it entered the crevasse. Her lips were puckered and they touched Blaine's anal doughnut. Her mouth moved along in tiny increments applying soft kisses everywhere. Her ardor mounted and her kissing became more fervid. Carol's tongue came out and she began French kissing Blaine's anus feverishly.

He told her to wait a minute, then moved the camera into position for another shot. He set the shutter delay then resumed his position on the bed and pushed her face into his arse again. It was a beautiful picture of her hands desperately holding his buttocks apart while she buried her face between them.

When Blaine turned over, finally offering her his cock, he reminded her that those pictures must be posted to her Flickr account. Carol flushed at her own embarrassment but said nothing because her mouth had become suddenly full and she began her loving worship.

Up and down Carol's sucking mouth went, along Blaine's shaft, across his balls, even back, along his perineum. She felt him approaching his first climax and she asked nervously if she would be permitted to join him.

"Please sir, may your sub slut finger herself in this moment of her most urgent need?"

"Yes, my pet, your punishment for disobeying is over. Get us both off together."

And she did.

~ * ~

May I Suck Your Cock, Sir?

Blaine was naked on the bed when Carol let herself into the hotel room with the key he'd have left for her at the front desk.

"Mmmm," she moaned seeing him stroke his flaccid cock lazily, "is that for me?"

He didn't answer but she came and lay beside him. Her soft, warm hand stroked his chest then began to move lower. Blaine flexed his abdominal muscles so she could feel each bump as her hand glided over them before stopping at the base of his cock.

He removed his hand, inviting hers to take its place. At first Carol ran her palm over the soft black cock almost like she were stroking a pet.

"God," she murmured, "I've never had a cock excite me like yours does. Do you have any idea how wet this makes me?"

Blaine didn't answer. She would have to carry the conversation.

"Even knowing you'll only use my mouth, I still get so wet for you. I've never gotten this wet anticipating a fucking, not even when I want to get fucked in the ass which is so naughty just the thought practically makes me cream. Nothing gets as hot and wet as sucking this cock. The only thing that comes close is thinking about sucking it when we're not together."

The stroking had produced a steely erection. Carol was delighted because she realized that confessing such filthy and embarrassing thoughts aroused him as well as herself.

"May I suck you sir? Please?"

Blaine closed his eyes and Carol moved her head onto his abdomen. She opened her mouth and pushed her lips over the head of that gorgeous black cock. She began slathering his dick with saliva, getting it slick. She took it from her mouth and admired its shininess.

He turned onto his side, bending his waist and knees slightly. She moved down, matching the angle of his knees with the angle of her own waist. Her mouth again attached itself to his cock.

Carol began moving her head back and forth. Blaine propped his head up with his hand to watch this proper white British mum blow him. Her eyes were closed and her blonde hair obscured her face. He brushed her hair behind her ear, letting his fingers trail along her cheek.

Her eyes fluttered open and looked up at him. A smile could be seen forming on Carol's lips despite being stretched and distorted by the huge, hard cock contained within. She closed her eyes again, concentrating on giving the pleasure of her hot mouth, working for the creamy reward she knew he'd deliver.

"Your pretty white face looks so beautiful next to my big black cock," he told her.

He felt her tremble as his words registered. She never seemed to tire of their deep contrast. Thoughts of how slutty she'd become aroused her in ways she didn't entirely understand. How could a proper, middle-aged white British mum have allowed herself to become a young black man's sexual property? Why did she have no control over her urges?

It was that Carol's own satisfaction had risen to such heights that it overwhelmed her. Even though she was merely a mouth slut for him. Even though her pleasure came exclusively from her own hand...and she had to plead for permission to do that!

She'd get knots in her stomach every time Blaine sent her an email and called her a slut. She'd drop everything if he wanted her...just for the "privilege" of having her face fucked. It was that sweet, gooey black cum that drove Carol insane, taking a black man's seed with her mouth, compelling him to deliver his succulent load by the skills of her mouth.

Blaine's hand was resting lightly on Carol's head, occasionally using his fingers to urge her movements to speed up or slow down. She responded to his touch like a well trained race horse, eager to do its rider's bidding.

"It's cumming now, slut," Blaine told her almost calmly.

He watched Carol's nostrils flare as she increased her pace. He pushed her head farther down his cock and thrust his hips forward. His cock lodged at the back of Carol's mouth and she fought her gag reflex successfully, allowing his cock to enter her throat.

She'd tried unsuccessfully to deep throat him several times in the past and had given up, although she wished she could give him the gift of being the first woman who'd taken his entire length into one of her orifices. Oh to feel his balls resting on her chin, but that was not to be.

Still, Carol enjoyed when Blaine pressed the first few inches of his dick into her throat. She knew how much he enjoyed the softness there. The one thing she didn't enjoy so much was when he sometimes spurted directly into her throat. She couldn't taste and feel his oily semen that way.

Sometimes he didn't care what she wanted but this time he relented. He pulled back his cock as he began filling her mouth. He put his hand on her throat so he could feel her swallowing his essence.

She breathed deeply through her nose as she kept his expended cock in her mouth. Her mouth lingered on him and kept him from going soft. Her devotion kept him hard and he enjoyed her loving suckings as the last of his cum seeped up his cock and onto her tongue.

They began again, his cock and her mouth.

~ * ~

From Marketing to Masturbating

Carol could tell the young black man was confused. He wandered the aisles of the supermarket slowly not knowing where the item he was looking for might be. She pushed her cart to the middle of the aisle he would enter next and waited.

Thankfully, the store was nearly vacant and the aisle wasn't a well-trafficked one anyway. Her heart pounded wildly as she lay in wait for her unsuspecting prey. Then, down the aisle he came. God he's cute! she thought, her stomach turning flip-flops.

She stood between her cart and the young man. Her skirt was short, already at mid thigh even as she stood. On her ankle was a gold chain. It meant, she'd been told, that she was "hot," that is, looking for sex. It was the first time she'd ever worn the jewelry outside her own bedroom and she'd felt like a slut from the moment she fastened it to her ankle. She could feel it against her skin with every step.

Under her thin blouse, she felt her nipples go taut as he got closer. She smoothed her top against her stomach, pulling it tighter against her hardened nipples. She squatted down and pretended to examine an item on the bottom shelf. She was in the pet aisle and it was a dog collar.

From the corner of her eye, she could see his legs as he approached. She went to her knees, continuing to faux-examine the merchandise. The hem of her skirt now barely covered her knickers. Her nipples felt like brittle metal.

"Pardom me, mum," he said when he reached the cart she'd left blocking the aisle.

Carol looked up at him from her knees. She was incredibly excited to actually be kneeling in front of a young black man for the first time in her life. Only she knew she'd chosen her position on purpose.

"I'm so sorry," she said, mumbling in her excitement.

She tried to stand, but in her rush, she caught her heel and went sprawling. Tumbling onto her back, her legs flew apart and her skirt flew up. The boy was looking directly at her crotch as she lay, momentarily frozen, legs spread, hem of her skirt at her waist, fancy knickers, nearly sheer, on display, revealing more than they concealed.

Carol recovered quickly, squeezed her legs together, and pulled down her skirt as best she could. She reached for the offered hand and was helped up.

Incredibly, she felt as emboldened as she did embarrassed. She had just flashed this beautiful young black lad her cunt and lived to tell about it so to speak. The world hadn't ended and now she was face to face with a stranger who knew what her cunt looked like. And for some reason, she wasn't running away.

"Bugger me," she said and tried to laugh, then added, "Well, not literally."

He smiled at her off colour joke. Well, yes, actually, literally, if you'd enjoy that, she thought but didn't say.

"Can I ask you something?" she asked.

Why do people say that she wondered, her mind flying from thought to thought maddeningly. We ask if we can ask, already doing what we seek permission to do.

"I mean we already know each other rather well," she said and blushed. He laughed. "Do you own a dog?"

Carol still had the dog collar in her hand. Ever since Blaine had written of giving her a choker to mark her as his slut, she'd had fantasies of wearing a collar, and even a leash, to be controlled by him in such a way excited her beyond belief.

She held the studded animal collar up to her neck as she looked into the lad's dark eyes. He has no idea what I'm offering him, Carol thought as she lowered the collar. His innocence excited and empowered her.

"I'm thinking of getting a dog," Carol continued when the boy selected staring at her nipples over answering her questions. "Up here," she said, cupping her hand under his chin causing his eyes to rise. She had a smile when he looked at her face and he smiled as well.

"Uh, no mum, we don't have a dog."

"That's OK," she said, "I was just wondering..."

"Do you know where the spaghetti is?" he asked her.

"It's just over here," Carol told him, taking his arm, leaving her cart, and leading him a few aisles away.

"Thank you," the young man told her as he picked up his purchase.

"Next time I'll have to flash you my tits," Carol joked lamely, for some reason feeling completely free to say whatever she wanted. "You haven't seen them yet."

"Um...OK," the lad said while looking completely perplexed. It was obvious a mature white woman had never spoken to him like that before.

Carol practically ran home she was so excited, ripping the clothes from her body the moment she got through her door. God he was so beautiful, so pure, perhaps a virgin. Oh to be his first, to be memorialized, to be remembered by him always as she would remember him.

She would have to lead him, at least until he understood what really excited her. Stripping his clothes off that first time, watching as his black skin was revealed to her inch by delicious, tantalizing inch. Holding his cock in her hand that first time.

What would she do to him for his first woman-induced climax? She was torn between sucking it from him or wanking him. Certainly he wouldn't last long enough to be much use fucking her.

She would stroke him off the first time, she concluded. Yes, she would enjoy his cock in her mouth, but watching him shoot spurts of cum into the air would be so exciting to her. She retrieved her newly purchased, 10-inch, black dildo with the realistic plastic skin. She held the fake cock against her pubis with one hand and simulated pulling it off with the other. Her cunt was on fire as she imagined wanking that fine young black dick. She knew she'd have to pleasure herself soon.

I'll send him a note later, she told herself as she let her fingers caress her labia.

Carol knew she needed permission to masturbate but this was an emergency and it might be hours before Blaine got back to her. Plus he'd probably grant permission right away anyway. She was just anticipating a foregone conclusion.

Her need was so strong. Blaine should realize he was playing with fire when he sent her out to flirt with young black men. Things could get out of hand and he should understand that, she rationalized. Whatever. It didn't make any difference, her cunt had taken over and she was too far gone to worry about consequences. Better to ask forgiveness than permission at this point.

Carol slid two fingers into her slippery vagina and brought the black cock up to her lips. She longed for the day when she would feel an actual sweet young black cock in her mouth and today had been a big step forward toward that day.

The thick black tube lolled in her mouth as she extracted a series of strong orgasms with her hands.

~ * ~

Another Email

I like to sit in a chair and have you kneel between my legs and suck my cock. You take your time with me, taking it out of your mouth often so you can tell me how much it excites you and how grateful you are that I let you suck it.

You tell me how excited it makes you to be a slut for black cock, that a black cock excites you so much that you find it difficult to be a proper mum around one. You tell me how ashamed and humiliated you are that a black man half your age has become your sexual master and that you must suck him whenever he asks. You tell me you are my mouth slut and are willing to do all manner of slutty behaviours just to have access to my cock.

You tell me you would be honored if I would cum in your mouth so you could taste my black seed and swallow it.

I ask if you would like me to cum on your blouse then make you wear it in public and you tell me yes.

I ask if you like it that I've put you on your hand and you say yes.

I ask if you like it that I control you sexually and that you need my permission to pleasure yourself and you say yes.

I ask if you enjoy sucking your dildo while you finger yourself and you say you love doing it.

I ask you if you want me to order you to suck off a black teenager and you say yes, sometime when you're braver.

I tell you that you are a good slut and that I am ready to cum in your mouth.

~ * ~

Christmas Kisses

"Blaine, please," Carol beseeched, "it'll only take a few minutes, I promise."

"You know I'm heading to a party. I told you there's someone there and I promised her something she'd enjoy. How am I supposed to deliver a big mouthful to her if you drain me first?"

Carol burst out laughing and Blaine quickly followed suit. He never had problems getting hard again or pumping a second load as big as the first and both knew it.

"But it's Christmas!" she wailed.

"Christmas Eve," he corrected, then relented a little. "Maybe," he said, "but don't get angry at me if you're disappointed."

"Oh thank you Blaine. You won't regret it. I promise my A+ blowjob."

"You mean you don't always deliver one?"

Carol knew there was no positive way to answer that question so she just chuckled as he hung up.

She greeted him at the door in a short skirt and a thin top with spaghetti straps. Her breasts with their hard nipples looked delicious but Blaine didn't let her know. Carol walked over and stood by a hard backed chair.

"Would you take my picture for me?" she asked, pointing to a camera on a table.

He watched as she reached up under her skirt before she sat down and lowered her knickers to her ankles. She moved one foot out of the silky blue decorating her shoe tops and sat down.

Crossing one leg over the other, Blaine watched as Carol's knickers dangled from the arch of her foot. A glittering band of gold encircled the ankle just above. It was the picture he'd told her he wanted from her and happily snapped the photo.
Blaine was already half hard from Carol's erotic display when she slid off the chair. She walked on her knees the short distance to where he stood under an archway, under some mistletoe. She pulled out his cock and began kissing it.

In a few minutes, Carol had Blaine exploding into her mouth. She hadn't asked permission to finger herself and he noticed that she used both hands on his cock rather than trying to satisfy herself as she got him off. What she did was strictly for him.

When he had recovered sufficiently, Blaine pulled Carol to her feet. He looked up at the mistletoe still above his head and allowed her eyes to follow his. Then he bent down and kissed her cum covered lips. Gently he opened his mouth and let her follow his lead.

He felt her body shake as he encircled her waist with his arm and pulled her close. His tongue reached out and sought hers. She waited for it to enter her mouth and encounter hers before she responded.

Carol put her arms around Blaine's neck and sealed their mouths together as tightly as she could manage. Their tongues swept out at each other and pushed or sucked alternately. He could taste his semen in her mouth and this caused her to moan long and low.

Too soon, the kiss was broken. Blaine leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Happy Christmas, Carol."

~ * ~

Raped!

Carol balanced the bag of groceries between her raised knee and the front door as she fumbled with her keys. Quick as a cat, he was behind her just as the latch opened. Her heart was in her throat until she glimpsed the large black hand just before it clamped tightly over her mouth.

Blaine! she thought, unable to speak, and smiled inwardly, knowing she wasn't in actual danger and eager to see what he would do with her. She'd told him about her fantasies of being controlled to the point of rape by a black man, and now Blaine was there to act it out with her. They'd role played before and it had been great fun.

Carol's cunt began a steady drip as a second muscular arm closed around her waist, pulling her off her feet, and pushing her through the door. Her bag tumbled from her grasp spilling its contents everywhere. Apples and oranges rolled thither and yon, a head of lettuce bounced a couple of times before coming to rest, a fat cucumber, destined to become either her dinner or her lover or both, slid against the closet door.

She could feel his hard muscles as they squeezed her tightly, holding her completely in his control. He placed his lips by her ear and whispered, hoping, no doubt, to further the illusion by disguising his voice.

"Where's the bedroom?"

Carol lifted up her legs, squirming and kicking in a convincing, if faux, display of trying to get away. She was determined to keep in character. All she managed to achieve was to have her short dress flap invitingly about her creamy thighs with the occasional display of knickers.

He grabbed her hair tightly and spun her face to the wall. He pushed his knee against the wall and yanked her down over it. He quickly lifted her dress and yanked her knickers down to mid thigh. He delivered a set of hard, stinging, almost vicious slaps across Carol's inviting buttocks. He pulled her ear back to his lips and nipped at the lobe before whispering again.

"Don't say a fucking word or you'll regret it, just point. The fucking bedroom, cunt, where is it?"

This time Carol pointed. He held her head by her hair and pushed her toward in the direction she'd pointed. He made sure she couldn't turn and look at him. She stumbled along the corridor, hampered by the knickers hobbling her thighs.

He pushed her onto the bed, pushing her face down into the mattress and she could hear him lowering his zipper.

"How dare you come into a proper white English woman's house..." Carol began, thinking her pseudo-indignation would add to her black lover's arousal.

"Not another fucking word or I'll gag you," he warned, still clutching her hair.

"Why you filthy black bastard!"

Carol halted her verbal assault abruptly when she felt a powerful black hand reach under her skirt and rip her knickers from her legs. She was slightly embarrassed that she was wearing white, cotton knickers and now he knew it as well. Surely Blaine would tease her about them later. They were also quite moist in the crotch, something she'd also get ribbed about.

Carol was pulled quickly by her hair into the adjoining bathroom. She tried to catch a glimpse of Blaine's face in the mirror but all she could see in the darkness was the menacing whites of his eyes. Her attacker pushed her to her knees and pressed his knee against her neck. She couldn't see well but knew he had taken out his cock and was beginning to take a piss.

He grabbed her hair and made her watch as he held her ripped knickers in front of the golden stream. The white cotton absorbed the pee like a sponge turning a bright yellow. He tilted her head back and forced the warm, soaking cotton splashing yellow drops onto the tiles into her mouth. He yanked the belt from a short robe hanging on the back of the door and gagged the knickers into her mouth with it.

"I told you to keep your fucking cunt mouth shut!" he whispered as he pulled her back to the bed.

Carol was held face down while he pulled up her dress. Unexpectedly, the black man's urine wasn't as repulsive as she'd thought it would be. In fact, being treated in such a humiliating fashion excited her further.

Her rapist stroked his cock hard and lined it up, not with Carol's now dripping, aching pussy, but with her rectum. He spat in his palm and rubbed the scanty lubricant over the head of his cock. It would be just enough to ease the head a few inches through her back door. After that, the pain of a fat black shaft pushing roughly into her would outweigh her pleasure. Hopefully, she could hold out until the pleasure returned.

He began shoving his black cock into her anus. She was very nervous because she knew it was so big, yet her cunt continued sending squeezings of slick juices out over her labia and dripping down onto the sheet. Occasionally, he would remove his cock and slicken it in her juicy slit.

Minutes had gone by and the pee in Carol's knickers had leeched out into her mouth where she'd been forced to swallow it all. Her arse was now open to the black stud fucking her bum and he was able to push his cock farther and farther in and out.

He was already much deeper in Carol's arse than any other man had ever been when the pleasure returned with a vengeance. A climax began building and building. The stretching of her sphincter tightened the flesh around her engorged clitoris making it throb with every stroke. She began pushing back. He again moved his lips to her ear.

"Are you through screaming cunt?" he whispered. "Can I take that gag out without regretting it?"

Carol nodded and he undid the belt. She pushed the cotton, now much whiter than when it went in, out with her tongue. She wasn't through yelling, though.

"Oh that's it you black motherfucker!" Carol grunted while she clutched two fistfuls of sheet and humped her arsehole back onto the thick black cock with every in-stroke. "That's it...that's it...that's it," she chanted as her climax barreled down on her like a runaway lorry.

"Oh fuck me! Fuck me!!! Fuck meeee! Fuck it, fuck my arse with your big, beautiful black cock! Fuck this proper British mum in the arse. Take it. Bone it like you own it! Oh god!! Oh god!! You're so good!!! You're making me cum, you're making me cum!! I'm cumming god damn you, I'm cumming from you fucking my grateful arse."

Carol's filthy acknowledgement of how he excited her fired his own climax and she could feel his hot cum as it pumped into her butt.

"That's it you big black bastard, shoot that cum in my arse. Shoot it god damn you. Pump it in me. Mark me with your seed. Make me your slut, your property!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

He left as soon as his climax was completed. Her breathing continued heavily even after he departed. Her fingers groped her anal cleft, playing in the slippery slickness now oozing from her swollen rectum. She could feel the wetness that had slopped out of her seizing, cumming cunt beginning to cool against her belly and thighs. She reached for the phone on the nightstand and dialed Blaine's number.

"Mmmm," she purred when he answered, "are you coming back my stud bull? I didn't get a chance to clean you."

"You're on speaker, Carol," Blaine said. "You've got everyone's attention, that's for sure."

She could hear a few men hooting in the background before Blaine picked up the handset. "What are you talking about, coming back?" his voice boomed at her from eight time zones away. "I told you I'm in California all week."

~ * ~

Carol Must Convince Blaine's Friend She's a Slut

Once in a while, not often, I think of dominating you in different ways, of you sitting on the couch filing your nails when I walk in with a friend. I tell you my friend doesn't believe me when I tell him what a black cock mouth slut you are.

I tell you to demonstrate but you don't move fast enough. "One second," you tell me, "I just have to finish this one nail."

I grab you by the hair, hard. I see you wince as I drag you into the middle of the room. Your head hurts where I grabbed your hair but you quickly pull my pants down and begin sucking my soft dick.

"See," I tell my friend, "I told you the cunt's a real whore."

You don't say anything but slobber on my cock as my friend and I laugh at what a desperate, old, white slut you are. I even tell him that us talking about you like we are is making you even wetter than you would otherwise be. He laughs when he see your face redden in your embarrassment.

"Christ," he says, "I guess it's true because she wouldn't blush if it weren't."

I step out of my pants and walk backward to a chair. You follow along on your knees making sure my cock never leaves your mouth. When I sit down, I reach behind you and flip your short skirt up over your arse.

My friend pulls up a chair and sits down behind you. He starts rubbing your arse as you blow me. Soon he slips a finger beneath your thong and pulls it away from your bumhole.

"What the fuck?" he stammers when he sees the end of the plug you've inserted. "Fucking bitch just sits around filing her nails with a plug in her arse?"

"She's a slut," I told him, "it's what they do." We both laughed at you.

He pulls the plug out of your arse and slides it back in. I reach behind you and begin slapping your buttocks hard. You get a little mad because you are being such a good sport and putting up with us, giving me a nice blowjob, letting my friend whose name you don't even know do things so intimate to you that you've never let another man do, and all I'm doing for you is letting you suck my cock, pulling your hair, and spanking you...and it stings.

It seems so unfair that you're giving all the pleasure and all you're getting is pain. But your cunt is reacting differently. It's leaking badly, aching to cum. You know everything I'm doing is deliberately done to excite you and it fires your loins hotly.

Soon your arse is burning hot from my stinging slaps. My friend is fucking your arse with the plug and you are desperately trying to get me off with your mouth. I tell my friend that he's next. That he will be able to fuck your cunt or arse, whichever he wants after I'm done. I tell him that you'll eat his arse out for him. I even tell him he can piss on you if he wants.

You are shocked. I've never told anyone before that you let me urinate on you and in your mouth. You are embarrassed that this young black man knows so many secrets about you.

Nothing really matters though because the bum fucking your are getting has caused you to climax and that your excitement makes me shoot off as well, and having your arse and mouth filled at the same time is incredible.

~ * ~

A Surprise Weekend

Carol's cunt ached the entire time she drove to the hotel. It had been months since she'd last had access to Blaine's black cock and she wanted it badly. She found herself swallowing frequently as her mouth literally watered at the prospect that it would soon taste his creamy sperm again.

In truth, her twat had been pestering her much longer than just the drive. It began three days ago when he'd called and proposed this hasty assignation. On that call, Blaine also suggested Carol refrain from touching herself until they met because he wanted her ripe, juicy, prime, and desperate as she sank to her knees.

She told him that wouldn't be necessary but agreed to keep her fingers out of her cunt anyway. It proved to be much more difficult than she'd imagined because every time she thought about their upcoming date her pussy juiced causing her to think even more about what she would be permitted to do to that delicious black dick whose image whirled constantly in her imagination. It was a sadistically vicious, self re-inforcing circle that had Carol on edge for seventy-two hours straight.

She continuously teased herself as she sped toward the inn. Carol had worn a dangerously short skirt and she scraped her fingernails along her inner thighs as she drove. Fingertips brushed against the soaking material of the sensuous thong until she clamped her thighs tight preventing forbidden reactions that constantly lingered mere seconds away. On the motorway she was aware that lorry drivers cold see what she was doing and it enflamed her more than it embarrassed her.

At the hotel check-in she received a message with Blaine's cell number on it. She hoped for the best but her heart sank. In the room, she unpacked her valise before calling, hoping that he would enter the room rendering a call unnecessary and removing any possibility of bad news. Her eye caught the large black dildo she'd packed.

Carol couldn't think of why she packed it...well, actually she could. She thought she could do some of the slutty things she did with it when she was alone, and perhaps they might entertain Blaine, that is, get him hard. Now she thought it might be the most essential item in her bag. Sighing, she dialed her mobile.

"Hello."

"Hi, hot stuff," Carol replied, weakly but with hope.

"Hi slut!"

"You called?"

"Yeah...looks like I'm going to be delayed."

"Damn it Blaine! You know how much I've been looking forward to this weekend. You know how badly I need some cock to suck."

"That I can help you out with."

"How?" she asked skeptically.

"A buddy from work. His wife doesn't suck dick."

"Shit, Blaine! You know how I feel about sex with married men."

"Don't get bitchy Carol. For about the millionth time, this isn't about you. Anyway, he's on his way over there. Besides, you should be happy, you just said you need some cock to suck."

"I meant yours and you know it."

"Just do him Carol...and don't get yourself off yet. I still might get over there and I want you pristine."

Carol felt marginally better about perhaps getting some time with Blaine but her cunt felt as if it were literally afire. She slipped off the thong and began rummaging through her bag for drier underwear. As the thong string that was wedged between her arse cheeks became sensuously disengaged, she could feel a throbbing in her anus where her plug remained intrusively seated.

They hadn't been together since Blaine had ordered her to purchase it and he'd never seen her wear it. She knew he'd be eager to learn she'd driven the entire way with it in. Before she could find a pair of replacement knickers, there was a knock on the door. Her skirt would have to guard her modesty as best it could as she went to answer the door.

Carol peered through the peephole and saw a gorgeous young black man about Blaine's age waiting to be admitted. She sighed deeply and twisted the knob.

"You must be Blondie," he said breezily with a huge, radiant smile that melted Carol even more and increasing the sticky flow making its way down her inner thighs. "Damn, you're even hotter than Blaine said."

Carol became a little lightheaded at the compliment of the yummy young black stallion she was now as eager to blow as he was to get blown. There were no preliminaries – he didn't even introduce himself – she was pushed against the wall, his tongue was in her mouth and his hand was on her breast. She sucked hungrily on the long, pink tongue thrusting ardently between her lips.

Carol wrapped her arms around his neck as she pressed her body as tightly to his as she was able. The hardness of his cock was undeniable as she ground her cunt against it. Soon, the hand massaging her breast slipped lower. He moved his groin away pushing his hand against her. She began humping it as she had his phallus.

The black stud lifted Carol's scandalously short skirt and brushed his fingers over her smooth mound. Her legs parted as if responding to some unheard Pavlovian dinner bell.

"Damn slut," Carol's unnamed guest breathed, pulling his tongue from her suctioning lips and sliding his hand up her slick, inner thigh, "you're fucking dripping wet already."

Carol nearly passed out as he pushed his finger into her in one sharp thrust. His finger was long, like Blaine's, and he easily touched places inside her that some white cocks had failed to reach. He began kissing her again and her instinct was to fuck his finger. Almost instantly, the thrusting had Carol floating, her orgasm just a half step ahead when she somehow came to her senses.

"Don't," she said, arching her back, forcing that long black finger to reluctantly withdraw."

"What's wrong?"

"Blaine doesn't want me to cum until he gets here."

"Damn, girl, you do that for him? Shit," he said smiling, "I need one of you." The hand on the top of Carol's head required no force to require her to kneel.

She stroked the long, fat, black cock with both hands, admiring its beauty. A clear dollop of sweet pre-cum formed at the slit. Carol touched it with her tongue and pulled back, watching the drop transform into a long parabolic string connecting that black cock head to her lips. Reversing course, mouth open, she re-collected the yummy liquid and kept moving forward until her lips encircled the cockshaft four or five inches below the head.

It didn't take long as blowjobs go but all the familiar parts were there: moaning and groaning; recipient's hands on giver's head; hips thrusting, mouth gaping and gulping; pulsing vein on cock bottom; swelling head at throat entrance; the deeper thrust that accompanied his first jet of cum as he tried to enter her mouth completely; jerky spasms as he emptied his nuts into her belly; pushing her head away when post-orgasm sensitivity set in.

Carol was still kneeling, still breathing deeply, still recovering from her own near collision with climactic explosiveness when she heard his zipper closing. He'd finished with her, used her as he desired. He had no more business there and wanted to leave as quickly as he came, wanted to get home to his wife.

Her eyes were still closed when she heard the door open. "I may be back," he said matter-of-factly before closing the door behind him. No "thanks." No "that felt nice." No "you give great head." Just an acknowledgement that if the mood struck him later, if he could get away again, if he needed a convenient place to dump another load, he might return. Carol took what solace she could from what she supposed was a poorly phrased compliment.

She collapsed against the wall as the door clicked shut. Never, not even at the glory hole or the poker game, had she felt so utterly used in her life. Yet her nipples were as hard as they'd ever been, her clit was throbbing like a murderous migraine, and something in her hoped he'd knock on her door again.
After whoever he was left, Carol started pacing agitatedly about the two-room suite she'd hoped to spend the weekend with Blaine in. Had she really just let a young black man, an incredibly exciting one to be sure, push his way into that room and fuck her mouth just because Blaine told him he could? If yes, and it sure seemed that way, why did it arouse her so? The constant throbbing of her cunt was driving her nuts and there was nothing she could do about it.

Carol's hand continuously, subconsciously, found its way to the front of her skirt, only to be yanked determinedly away. She flopped face down on the bed, bouncing like a six-year-old. She grabbed a corner of the bedspread and clutched it tightly in her fists trying to blot out her pussy's beseeching demand for attention. It worked briefly but soon she discovered that she'd been humping the mattress unawaredly.

She reached behind her and pushed her skirt up over her naked arse. Even though it only heightened her excitement, she dragged her fingertips across the smooth flesh. Goosebumps formed as her hand neared the cleft. She slid a finger down the crack, feeling the base of the plug that filled her. She pushed at the base knowing it would feel good.

Like a thirsty man drinking salt water to temporarily slake his thirst knowing it he will feel much worse later, she began pulling at the plug and unseated it. It felt so good slipping out of her rectum and she humped more determinedly at the springy mattress. She pushed the plug back in and was forced to catch her breath. Oh god, it felt so good!

Being fucked by a plastic plug wasn't nearly as nice as having a cock ravage her but, in her current condition, it felt magnificent! Carol did it again, then lay still for a few seconds. She reached back and began sliding the cone shaped plug in and out. Sooo good...ohhh sooooooo fucking gooooooood!

She was close, so fucking close. All it would take was one more stroke, in or out didn't matter, just another short movement and her climax would have been inevitable, unstoppable. She moved her hand off her arse, stopped clenching her sphinctral muscle, and teetered on the brink of orgasm.

Suddenly she wasn't sure she would stop. She lingered, breath bated, just at the crest of the hill, uncertain that she wouldn't go careening down in shuddering, delicious, and forbidden climax. It felt wonderful to just float like that, still as a dewless morning, until she found herself backing slowly away from the precipice, retreating from the delirium of sexual nirvana.

Carol began to breathe again. She hadn't tumbled into the climax Blaine forbade her. There was a surge of pride at her, almost accidental, restraint. She had remained pure, untainted by orgasm, for him. The frustration of extreme desire was now returning with a vengeance, coming to collect a toll for the reckless game of chicken played between that plug and her bumhole.

Carol's emotions had started to boil over in extreme sexual frustration. The trail of a tear glistened on her cheek when the ringing of the phone startled her. Was it Blaine?!?!? She rushed to answer.

"Is this the blonde that likes sucking black cock?" The voice on the other end was deep and oh so sexy, but it wasn't Blaine's.

"Um...yes?" She wasn't sure how to answer, hence the question. Yes, she was a blonde. Yes, she loved to suck black cock. But surely she was only a blonde who enjoyed fellating black men, not the one.

"Want some company? I'm really big and haven't got my nut in a blonde's mouth in a long time."

It was no more than forty-five minutes after Carol had hung up the phone that a knock came at the door. Through the peephole, only a torso could be seen. When she opened the door, he had to duck his head to maneuver it under the doorframe. His smile was bright and his skin was pitch black.

He bent and kissed her in a tangle of tongues. Either he didn't know she'd just been with another man or he didn't mind sharing the remnants of semen lingering inside her mouth. He, too, fondled her breasts. She could feel the sticky juices of her superheated, inner, female core seeping down her thighs. This tall, black, black man was somehow causing involuntary vibrations in all her erogenous places.

"Do you mind if I take these off?" he asked, unbuckling his belt. "I don't want them to get messy when I cum. You'll discover I'm much more than a mouthful...in several ways." He chuckled at his statement and finished removing his trousers.

Carol was amazed at the absence of even the pretense of foreplay from either of the two nameless men who'd been in her room in the span of ninety minutes. It wasn't the lack of sexual etiquette that had her mouth agape, however.

It was that long, long, black, black dick that dangled between her new man's legs. Flaccid, he is even longer than Blaine. As she would soon discover though, it didn't lengthen much during hardening. His bull balls dangled almost as low as his cock head.

Well, if foreplay was to be a casualty that day, so be it. Carol quickly went to her knees to face again the one-eyed monster. She pushed aside his plump shaft to get a better look at his low hanging fruit. Never before had she seen such a nutsack. She wrapped her hand around the empty, distended flesh connected to the base of the cock and noticed that his testicles still dangled inches below her fist.

She flexed her wrist, swing the sack containing balls the size of hen's eggs. She shook her hand almost like she was ringing a bell. Dipping her head, she planted a kiss on those fragile symbols of masculine potency. She held her prize like a little girl holding a bag of candy and began licking that sensitive scrotum.

One at a time, Carol sucked the nuts gently into her mouth and performed a modified fellatio on them. Men loved to have their balls licked and he showed his appreciation with bellowing groans that were surely audible from the hallway. She moved her other hand to his cock and began stroking it as she sucked his testes.

She was caught by complete surprise when he grunted that he was cumming. Her mouth had never left his nutbag. She never got a chance to give his beautiful cock a proper sucking when it was suddenly imperative to stuff it into her mouth and claim the reward every cumslut craves.

He was true to his word and Carol had to swallow several times attempting to keep up with the flow. Still, some managed to spill out onto her blouse as semen flooded from him like an open sluice gate. He was leaning against the wall, breathing heavily while she knelt, head down, between his legs. His softened cock had slipped from her mouth and she watched with detached interest as strings of cum continued to drain from his flaccid cock and drop onto her skirt and bare legs.

This tall black man had, discounting the voluminous pool of semen he provided, proved somewhat disappointing. His cock had never gotten completely hard and she hadn't gotten him satisfactorily into her mouth before the flood came and just as quickly receded. Still, he had another measure of excitement left to play.

"I have a nephew," were the words that made Carol lift her eyes.

The boy wasn't nearly at tall as his uncle, barely a few inches taller than Carol herself. Of course he had some years of growth ahead of him yet. She couldn't seriously be considering this she told herself as the hidden specter of incest crept into her mind while she stared at the teen and his uncle.

God damn you Blaine! she thought as she stared at the black boy with conflicting emotions. Damn you! You've pushed me to this state where I may be seriously contemplating doing something I know is wrong.

She'd been set up; she was convinced of it. Left to endure an unendurable deprivation of sexual release, deliberately manipulated into situations in which her passions were set ablaze like a California wild fire as wave after wave of black cock was sent to spend itself in her mouth then leave her unsatisfied. Even release by her own hand was forbidden her.

The uncle must have known when he'd used that magic word just when Carol's pretensions and protestations seemed certain to set into permanent refusal.

"He's a virgin, Blondie. I promised to find a woman to make him a man. I thought I'd get a hooker but now it's like, why not you seeing as how you love black dick?"

Sure Carol continued to mount a halfhearted defense of whatever remained of her virtue that wouldn't let her consider sex with a family, but he was a VIRGIN! She should at least have a look at him...and when she did, god was he cute! If there was anything solid left in her reproductive organs, his innocent smile melted it immediately. Still it was far too wrong. If only she could think clearly. It was almost as if her inhibitions had been ambushed by the alcohol that had excused slutty behaviour when she was his age.

"Are you really going to do it for me?" he asked when his uncle had taken a can of beer from the mini-bar and a seat.

"Do what?" Carol asked then immediately regretted it. The conversation was about to turn sexual and she wished she could change its direction.

"Suck me. I've never had a woman do that for me before. Some of the other boys say it feels incredible."

"We'll see," Carol answered, knowing full well she could make him feel more than incredible but, for some reason, not rejecting him out rightly. No, it wasn't some reason, there was just something so endearing about this young black boy.

"You're really pretty," the boy said. "I think all blondes are pretty but you're beautiful."

Carol's ego was soaring even if he was so young he'd fuck a cored apple. It felt so kinky to imagine a woman of her age, a proper mum, fellating a nephew in his uncle's presence.

Surely she wouldn't do it Carol thought even as she felt her heart beat faster. Not wanting to tell him no in front of his uncle, she took his hand, led him into the bedroom and closed the door.

"You're really cute," Carol said to him, "but it isn't right for us to be doing this."

He hung his head. "I know," he said. "I knew you were too pretty, too nice for me. Uncle said we'd probably have to look for a whore for me but that it was worth a chance to ask you."

The black youth said there's nothing wrong with an uncle paying for his nephew's first time, obviously repeating what his uncle had told him. "I really wish it was you, though," he lamented.

For someone so young, he sure knew how to pull at a woman's heartstrings. Carol put her hand under his chin and lifted it. She gave him a kiss on the lips. It was just supposed to be something that lifted his spirits but his fleshy lips had an electric affect. She just stood there staring at his mouth. He moved forward and returned the kiss.

That kiss lingered and Carol found herself parting her lips, inviting his tongue into her mouth. He accepted the invitation. He may have been a virgin but he knew his way around French kissing.

Soon this kid, this boy, had Carol panting. Again she cursed Blaine for her heightened state. He was so much her master he was able to deny her such a basic sexual need as masturbation for days. He had teased her almost beyond endurance by telling her he would meet her and use that lovely mouth then made her wait. Perhaps he wouldn't even show at all.

In her time of greatest need, Blaine placed a philandering cocksman with a sob story about an orally challenged wife and a giant with a rubbery erection and a virgin nephew in her path. As inappropriate as all three were, the temptations of sucking black cock excited her nonetheless. Now Carol's vaunted will power, the drive that resisted that last thrust of her plug, was failing in this most ill advised coupling.

'It's so wrong...it's so wrong...it's so wrong,' she kept chanting even as she sucked on his tongue and wished it were his cock...even as her body pressed close to his, feeling his hard-on hump her pubic bone and humping him back, even as she moved her hand between their grinding crotches to stroke the hardest cock she could ever remember.

"Oh god Blondie!" he screamed and pumped his cloth covered phallus at her hand.

His orgasm was upon him. She could feel the warm, wet heat spreading from his groin against the palm of her hand as he jerked spasmodically in Carol's embrace.

Poor kid, she thought as his body came back under his control. His first time and he ends up cumming in his pants. She felt really bad. Would it have been such a crime to let him use her mouth for those few seconds?

His head was buried in her shoulder as he hid his face in shame. Carol wanted to comfort him. She pulled his face up and kissed him lightly again. It was all right she told him, not uncommon for a first time. He forced a smile he didn't feel.

"We better get these off you so I can rinse them out, otherwise they'll stain," Carol told him, moving to undo his belt. He let her unfasten his pants. She avoided touching his cock but, as she bent down to lower his pants to his ankles, she saw he was not wearing underwear. No wonder his cum felt so copious and hot as he shot off in his pants.

Carol saw his cock briefly as she squatted and helped him step out of his pants. It was still fully hard, perhaps about eight inches long, and so black it was almost blue. Semen still gathered at the slit and it was all she could do to stop herself from lapping at it.

She went into the bathroom and pressed the cum stained pants to her nose before rinsing the cum spot thoroughly and hanging them on the back of the door to dry. When she returned to the room she found him sitting in a chair with his cock standing straight up. She knew it wasn't fair to him to let him sit there like that and it wasn't fair to her either.

That first load of pure virgin cum was wasted and another should not suffer the same fate. Besides, she could give him a blowjob he'd remember the rest of his life, and not in the bad way he would now. Carol walked over and knelt in front of him. She took his young cock in her hands and began stroking it, taking care not to excite it too much.

"You have a very beautiful cock," she told him. "Has anyone ever told you that before?"

"No mum. No woman has ever even seen it before."

"Well, you do," she replied, kissing the cock slit and smiling at him. "I really want to do this," she told him, continuing to kiss the head of his cock and grinning.

He was groaning and Carol knew that even though he'd just cum, he was already very close again.

"You're lips feel so good, so soft, mum," he said just before she opened her mouth and engulfed his gorgeous black shaft. "Oh blimey, mum! That feels so fucking fantastic! Oh yes, like that, please!"

He didn't have to beg for long. Carol knew he wouldn't. But her arousal kept on building just like his did. She was thinking about that pure, delicious, virgin jizz that would soon be shooting into her hot mouth. She was driving herself crazy sucking on that young black dick and thinking about black cum. The spurts started right after the groans. The cock swelled and the hot cream flooded her mouth. She was enjoying being used by this boy, even though he just sat there, more than she had the two older men who'd had her earlier.

The cum was sweet and delicious, fresh and pure, and she swallowed it all down and licked her lips wishing there were more. Carol got to her feet and retrieved the boy's pants. They were surprisingly dry. He put them on and walked back out to his uncle. It looked like they were going to leave but the boy whispered something into his uncle's ear.

"He wants to know if he can fuck you," the uncle said.

Carol shivered with delight. The only thing that worried her was Blaine's demand that she not climax. How could she fuck even someone so young and not cum given the state she was in? Still, she nodded her head and retreated with the nephew into the bedroom again.

Quickly his pants were off and she was on her knees again. It wasn't that his cock needed fluffing. He was completely hard but Carol just wanted another opportunity to mouth it again.

She didn't disrobe, just got on the bed and pulled up her skirt. Her knickers had, of course, been discarded long ago. Unlike many white men, the boy didn't lick her prior to entry. He just kneeled between her legs and, as her hand guided his cock to her entry point, thrust all the way in all at once, all 8 inches, all the way to the hilt. Carol was so sloppy wet it went in smoothly and without resistance.

It was worse than she expected as the plug was still in her and each stroke stimulated her arse as well as her cunt. She was rocketing down the orgasm highway and didn't know if she could stop in time. At that moment, Carol didn't care. She would have to ask for Blaine's forgiveness. He should learn to be more realistic in what he should expect from her.

Carol wrapped her arms and legs around her young, black lover and reveled in his cock. It felt wonderful! A thought flitted through her head as she sucked on his shoulder. What if he knocks me up? Who cares? Right now, she was in love with him whatever his age. She would raise his babies; she'd wait for him until he was old enough to support a family. Oh GOD he felt good!!!

Perhaps Carol had been too close too long. He came too quickly, soooo close yet she felt herself coasting away from a climax once again. His spasming was fun and exciting as this youngster strained to release his entire orgasm into her mature cunt. She kissed his neck and shoulders as he pushed in and out of her frantically, slamming his young, hard-as-steel dick into her stretched tight pussy.

He was breathing like he'd just finished a long sprint, grunting, and grinding his cock against her clit until, at last, he rolled off and lay gasping for breath beside her. She got out of bed and went into the bathroom to remove her plug as an even kinkier thought played in her head.

Returning, she lay beside him again, moving her hand to tickle his testicles. Laying her head on his abdomen, she began cleaning his cock of hers and his juices. He had barely softened and quickly achieved full steely rigidity again. She felt his hand in her hair as she suckled at his cock. She felt desired and protected as she reveled in having such a beautiful young cock in her mouth.

After a few minutes, Carol took a deep breath and proceeded. Gathering herself up, she squatted on the bed and swung a leg over his middle. Holding his cock upright, she lowered herself once more onto the black boy's incredible dick. She rode it up and down a couple of times getting it slick and slippery in her pussy.

Rising up again, she repositioned that wonderful cockhead at the entrance to her rectum and lowered herself slowly, cautiously. It felt even more incredible entering her arse than he did entering her vagina. The effort of sheathing that big dick was much more difficult for her tight sphincter than it had been slipping into her gaping cunt.

Oh shit, that boy cock felt unbelievable in her arse and again, an orgasm began to build. Anal climaxes were more difficult and she could slide up and down that slippery black dick without the immediate fear of being pushed over that orgasmic cliff.

Still, Carol approached that forbidden place. So did he, of course, but then he hadn't been forbidden to cum, just her. He had more control as he approached his fourth climax in the span of twenty minutes. She had now given him every hole she had, something no other man had gotten on a "first date."

Her tight arse and its taboo entry way had him racing yet again toward ejaculation. It was a race to the finish and he won again, splashing hot cum inside Carol's tight arse just before she could join him. He grunted and thrust uninhibitedly at her tightly stretched anal ring.
She pulled off his beautiful dick and began cleaning it one last time. The remnants of his cum still oozed from his cock slit as Carol contentedly lapped it up. Even though her body screamed for release, she was quite calm as she enjoyed young black boy cock for just a few last minutes.

Within the the hour, once again, there came a knock at the door. How many fucking men is Blaine going to send to use me? Carol fumed silently as she went to answer the knock. Then she quickly smiled to herself. "Fucking" men indeed, that's why they were being sent, to fuck her...somewhere.

Carol flung the door open with joy when the peephole revealed her visitor. She jumped into Blaine's arms, wrapping her own around his strong neck and her legs around his narrow waist. She tried to kiss him but he turned his head and her lips met his cheek.

"I understand you've been a very good little slut all day," he told her. "That poor boy is completely in love with you. He wants to know when he can visit again.

As Blaine spoke, he began removing his pants. Carol could see his long, lovely cock dangling as he hung them over the back of a chair.

"He was nice," was all she could think to say about the boy because her eyes were fixed on Blaine's cock.

"Do you want to see him again?"

"I don't know...I suppose so. Would I be able to climax? I'm not sure I could stop myself. His cock filled my pussy so completely."

She finished her last sentence from her knees as Blaine had come to stand before her. Her mouth captured the object of her desire and she was making it shiny and hard. He had one hand on the top of her head directing her. Her hands rested on her thighs as she bobbed her head in a cadence he dictated. Her mouth felt soft and wonderful as it rode up and down the long, lovely, shiny, black cock.

"You must be incredibly horny," Blaine told her.

Carol's head nodded moving her lips on his dick. Perhaps he was going to let her finger herself now. God that would feel incredible, wanking herself off just as he was shooting a big creamy load down her throat.

This must be what guys feel like, she thought as her desire to cum again threatened to overwhelm her.

Like most women, she'd never known the frustration of being teased then denied that was the norm for most guys. She'd never cum just from sucking cock before but if it were ever to happen, now would be the time. Her hard nipples ached so much she began squeezing them through her cum covered top. Normally, at least one of her hands would have been attacking her cunt but that was, at the moment, still forbidden. Her thighs were coated with her juices and those of her boy toy that seeped from her arse and twat.

Blaine had both hands on her head now and was thrusting forcefully at her mouth. He could feel her eager tongue as it sought desperately to add to his pleasure. It felt so good to be used by him again after so many months of email sex. Her hair was entangled in his fingers and she knew the end was near. She felt at peace knowing that her Bull would soon be taking his full measure of pleasure from her in the manner he, and she, liked best.

Blaine's grunting had begun and the thrusts were short and sharp. Carol increased suction and pinched her nipples as hard as she could. A minor climax tingled her body. Blaine's cum began filling her mouth but his cock was buried so deeply she couldn't swallow. Some of the creamy liquid blasted past her lips and dripped down her chin and onto her blouse. She felt his cock begin to soften and finally she was able to swallow the remainder of his delicious load.

Carol suckled his cock as it softened. He bent down and kissed the top of her head, whispering the words, "Thank you." A smile tried to form itself on her stretched-around-his-cock lips. Her Bull that was entitled to use her mouth anytime he wanted had just said thank you for exercising his right.

"I'll bet you'd like permission to cum," Blaine said.

Carol's eyes flew open and looked up beseechingly. Her cunt ached for that which had been denied for what seemed like years. She quickly pulled his deflated cock from between her lips. "May I, Sir, please?" she begged from her knees, her hand already anticipating an affirmative reply by sliding qickly up her thigh.

"Please, Sir, your slut would like her Bull's permission to wank herself off. Please, please, please?" Carol asked anxiously when Blaine hadn't answered.

"Not yet," he said frustratingly. "I want us to go for a walk first." He looked down at the mess he'd made of her pretty pink blouse and smiled.

Standing, Carol went to survey the damage in the full-length mirror on the closet door.

"Should I clean up?" she giggled, looking at herself closely, knowing the answer.

"Hell no!" he boomed, confirming her supposition. "We're going out, I want to show you off."

Carol blushed but fussed with her hair, combing it with her fingers.

"Are you ready?" Blaine asked sarcastically.

Carol blushed again and nodded.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" She looked bewildered. "I want you plugged when we go walking. I heard you took it out for that boy. Did you put it back in?"

Carol shook her head. "Go get it," Blaine ordered. She went into the bathroom, anxious because she'd never inserted it with anyone watching before. Somehow, it felt degrading to have to do that. Degrading and exciting at the same time.

She returned with the plug. He surprised her by holding out his hand. She dropped the black plastic cone into his palm.

"Kneel," he told her. Carol got down. "All fours." She straddled the carpet like an animal. He tested the slickness of the plastic. "Coat it up with saliva," he told her. She placed the item that had been in her arse in her mouth and sucked it like a lollipop. It was dripping with her mouth juices (and remnants of his semen when she handed it back.

"Head on the floor," Blaine told her. She lowered her face into the lush pile of the hotel's carpeting thrusting her arse into the air. "Flip up your skirt."

Carol reached behind and lifted her skirt so her bum hole stared right at him. He inserted a finger and felt around the interior of her rectum. Slipping his finger out, he offered it to her lips to clean. She sucked gently on his finger while he pushed the plug into her with his other hand. Blaine watched as it stretched her puckered brown ring wide before being swallowed up by her arse. He slapped her buttock a stinging blow before walking to the door.

Coming?" he asked rhetorically, swinging the door open wide.

Anybody passing by would have had a clear view of Carol on the floor, arse in the air. She scrambled to her feet, hurrying to his arm. She walked in proud humiliation decorated by his cum. In the elevator, a mature woman stared at her chest as if in curiosity and interest. Carol stood with her eyes glued to the floor.

"Has that ever happened to you?" Blaine asked the stranger.

"I'm not sure what it is," she stammered.

"Oh I'm sure if someone did that to you, you'd know what it was."

"I'm sure I would," she said as she exited the lift.

Outside the hotel, Blaine strode proudly down the walk with Carol on his arm. He nodded and smiled as people gawked. He opened the door to a dry cleaning establishment and guided Carol inside. Behind the counter was an attractive Asian woman in her late thirties. She too, gawked at the mess that was the front of Carol's blouse.

"Can you get this clean?" he asked the proprietress, motioning toward Carol's chest. The semen was nearly dry.

"What sort of stain is it?" she asked professionally but eyed them suspiciously.

"It's a bit embarrassing," Blaine answered.

"We'll have better success if we know the source of the stain."

"Tell her," Blaine ordered Carol.

"It's...semen," she answered, looking at the counter top and not the woman.

"I see," she said. "Yours?" she asked, looking at Blaine.

"Does it make a difference?" he asked.

"Not as far as getting the stain out," she said and smiled and winked.

"Can you get it out?" Blaine asked, returning to the purpose of the visit.

"Not a problem," she said, placing her small hand on his.

"Take it off," Blaine told Carol.

"What?" she asked, her eyes bulging wide.

"We're leaving it to be cleaned," he said calmly, pulling the blouse over her head.

The middle-aged mum stood in the shop in her bra looking like a petulant child. "What will I wear back to the hotel?"

"Do you have anything she could wear?" Blaine asked.

"For a slut, she's quite prudish," the pretty brown skinned shop owner said.

Carol wrapped her upper body in a shawl and they walked back. Once in their suite again, Blaine took off his slacks like he usually did when they are alone together and sat in a chair. She came over and knelt before him.

"Would you like me to suck you?" Carol asked.

"Another time. How does your plug feel?"

"Oh god, Blaine, it's driving your little slut crazy. I want to fuck my arse with it so so badly. Please my Bull, I need to cum so fucking badly. May I Sir? Please, please let your obedient slut make herself cum."

"Turn around," he told her. "Now down on all fours."

He flipped up her skirt.

"Pull your cheeks apart so I can see the plug."

Carol had to put her head on the floor so she could reach back. She pulled her buttocks apart and he could see the plug's end covering her anus. He slid the plug out and back in. Carol groaned. He did it again and she moaned more loudly.

"How does that feel?" he asked.

"Wonderful," she answered as he continued fucking her with the plug. "Will you wank me, Sir?" Carol asked. "You've never done that before. Your mouth slut would love it if you did."

"No," he told her, "I'm not going to wank you." Blaine pulled out the plug and tossed it aside. Sliding to his knees, he said, "I'm going to arse fuck you. Would you like that?"

"I don't know, Sir. You're so big."

"Doesn't really matter if you like it or not."

Blaine pressed his hard dick head against her sphincter and pushed in. Carol held her breath. He stopped when just the head was in and let her accustom herself to it. Then he withdrew and pushed the head back in. She moaned in a way he'd never heard a woman moan before. He pulled back out then shoved the head and a couple of inches of shaft into her rectum.

Blaine continued removing his cock then pushing more and more back in for several minutes until almost half his length, about six inches, was being thrust inside Carol's arse with every stroke. He sensed that it was all she could take and began to set up a rhythmic fucking motion. When she understood he would go no deeper, she began thrusting backward onto his black phallus with each stroke.

He began to pick up speed and so did she. She got closer and closer to a release that had been building for days. Blaine had always been deeply affected by a woman's pleasure and as he watched Carol get closer and closer to climax, his own orgasm built as well. Finally, his fat cock stretching her arsehole so tightly sent her crashing over the cliff.

"Oh god Blaine, fuck me! Oh I'm cumming!! Fuck my bum with that beautiful black dick!!!"

Blaine joined her in a wonderful climax as he fucked her tight arse. They both collapsed on the floor breathing deeply. After a few minutes recovery, Carol began rubbing his thigh.

"May your slut please clean your cock, Sir?"

"Did you enjoy that?" he asked knowing full well that she had.

"Oh yes, Sir! Oh fucking yes!! I knew that if you ever put your cock in my bum I'd cum like crazy. There's just one thing though..."

"What's that?"

"If you ever do it again, will you cum in my mouth? I like it there best."

Blaine pushed Carol's head down and she began a thorough, twenty-minute cleansing of his cock that included a new ejaculation into her cum-hungry mouth.