Caroline Gets Even

Caroline Gets Even by Dirt Man "Scotch on the rocks," Caroline ordered from the gruffy, bald, older black bartender in the empty bar, "and make that a double!" "Any particular brand?" Asked the fellow in his 40's learing, trying to look at her cleavage. It wasn't everyday one of these gorgous white business types, probably a lawyer by the cut of her clothes, came into his joint. She's got to be about a 37D-22-34 and either lost, or been dumped, he thought, adding ice to a glass, and what kind of moron would dump such a hot lookig babe like this? "Glenlevet, if you have it, if not, anything will do. Just hurry it up!" "Here ya go miss," he said placing the drink in front of her, "Glenlevet. I don't get much call for single malts in here, but I keep a bottle just for those special occasions." "Yeah, well this is a special occasion all right," and Caroline swallowed half her drink in one gulp before putting the glass back on the bar. "Yeah, it's special all right. I just caught my husband in bed with another woman. That bastard! While I'm working on the case of my life, he's off boffing the 18 year old that lives next door. Wait until I tell her parents! They'll castrate him!" With that statement, Caroline downed the rest of her drink, and pointed to her empty glass and nodded. Not that she needed to, the bartender was already refilling the glass with the amber essence. "They call me Jake," said the black man casually introducig himself, then glanced up to see that she was staring at him almost as if......and was that another button open? "I'm Caroline Huet," Caroline said introducing herself, and downing the entire drink this time, before putting it in front of Jake for another, eyes becoming glassy, "and if you get me drunk.... Say Jake, have you ever had a married white lady before? Want one for a night?" "Can't say that you'd be the first, lady, Caroline, nor would you be a lady after I've had you," and he put fresh ice in her glass, and poured once more, before putting the third double in front of her, and seeing another button undone, and half of her work skirt hiked up by the stool she was sitting on showing her garter snaps, and plenty of smooth white thigh above beige stocking tops. "I'm no slut Jake," Caroline huffed. "Maybe," Jake replied, casually, "but the point is," and he bent close to her face, "do you want to be?" "You trying to wet my panties, Jake?" And there was no doubt she was almost wasted already, but she still downed her fourth double malt scotch, like a construction worker. Put her glass back down on the bar, then proceeded to fall face first forward against the bar. "I've done that already," he said confidently, "what I'm doing is talking you out of them." Caroline woke up feeling as if she'd licked the neighbors back yard clean of dog do do. Her head felt the size of New York, the state, not the city, and the world's spinning had taken a tilt to it. She was in a bed, she knew that much, but she had no idea where on earth this bed was located, nor who in the hell the snoring black 8 balled head next to her was, or what the fuck she was doing in bed with a black person in the first place anyway. "And where the hell are my clothes?" She almost said above a whisper, just before spying her business apparrel littering a trail into the bedroom from the entranceway. At least she still had on her garter, stockings, and most of her bra, and after an adjustment, both of her tits were back in their proper cups, before Caroline began quietly gathering her clothes up and putting them back on. She still hadn't found her panties by the time the cab arrived, only barely remembering as she climbed into the back of the taxi that they were hanging over the bar's cash register the last time she'd been conscious. Then blushed as she remembered it had been her own drunken idea. One look at the smiling cabby in the rear view mirror told the curvacious 26 year old platinum blond that he would gladly barter for the fare if she was of a mind to. Caroline gave the greaser $20.00 and then directions, and settled back into her seat trying to stop the world from imploding. Then the world was pulled out from under Caroline as she remembered why she'd gone into that bar in the first place. Joey had fucked that little slut next door, Emily, and in her own bed too. She'd caught them both red handed, with Joey's miserable little dick stuck in that red headed tart's pussy, and had instantly wanted revenge. Well, actually, she'd wanted to kill the both of them, right then and there, but the attorney in her would never allow that. Caroline had gotten her revenge alright. She just wished that she could remember it as well as she still did her husband and Emily copulating. No one was home when she arrived, but Joey would be at work at this hour anyway, and it gave her time to shower, call her office for a sick day, and take several asprin before climbing into the bed in the gueast bedroom, where the sheets at least were clean. She had all weekend to recouperate, and draw up the divorce papers for her own lawyer before going to work on Monday. Joey Huet felt miserable. What the hell had I been thinking, he wondered, when Emily came over high on pot, and half dressed, with no bra or panties on, asking for a cup of sugar no less. Well, he'd given her a cup of sugar alright. Very thick, creamy, sticky, and ropey sprayed liquid sugar, deposited right in her tight 18 year old red fringed pussy cup. Now, no doubt, Caroline was putting the divorce papers together. That look in her eyes had said it all. He'd slapped her face with his adulterous behavior, and he didn't think begging on his knees would be nearly enough. He had no idea where she'd spent the night, but it hadn't been at home. "Caroline must really be pissed," he murmured to himself as he studied the workup chart on Mr. Olbin, then gave the nurse a new regiment of theropy for his patient, and headed for his office. Flowers had worked before, he'd give it a try once more. He hated the idea of divorce, or the losing of his beloved wife, over some stupid mistake, and he knew he'd never find anyone like Caroline again, not in this lifetime, and no matter how many Emily's came along, it just wouldn't be the same. Caroline woke up again around one o'clock, and after a quick shower made her way down stairs in her robe to make some coffee. Her head was no longer pounding as fast as her heart now, every nerve ending seemed to have been severed leaving her numb, and her vision was close enough to normal to allow her stomach to have settled down. Not to mention that she was no longer leaking Jake's sperm down her thighs. Though for some reason, that she couldn't understand, her vagina felt like someone had used a pry bar on it, and forgotten to put it back the way they'd found it. Caroline hadn't stuck around to check out Jake's equipment, of course, but she couldn't help thinking that Jake must be one hung nigger to make her walk this bowlegged. Lost in her own thoughts she didn't realized until she reached the bottom steps that the TV was on in the living room, and it was showing last night's bar hopping results, live and in living color. Color being the operative word as there was Caroline on her back in Jake's bed getting the fuck of her life by the black bartender at his house last night on her TV screen. Worse yet, a black man was sitting in her husband's easy chair watching the tape, and smoking a cigarette, while drinking her coffee. "What are you doing here?" Caroline demanded, storming into the room, and in the process forgetting to hold her robe closed. "How did you get in here anyway?" "You left the door unlocked," Jake said, answering the last question first, "and as for what I'm doing here, I thought that was obvious." "Not hardly......oh, you're him," Caroline's voice weekened pointing to the man fucking her on her TV screen once she recognized him. Jake's grin was as bright as a flaring nova then, and all teeth in a night scape. "Yes, I'm him," Jake replied, "and you're her," and this time he pointed at the TV just as the camera panned in for a close up of Caroline squating down to take Jake's black cock into her bald white pussy. She could even see the little cherry tattoo below her dimple on her right butt. The one she'd got when she passed the bar. The one Joey thought she'd gotten for him. Caroline's hands went to her hips completely forgetting that she was nude from her shower under the pink fluffy robe; "Oh, so it's blackmail, is it." "Well, I am black, and as you well know, I'm definately all male," Jake replied non-plused, reaching out with his left hand, and sliding it up her left inner thigh to watch her eyes go wide in surprise at her exposure. "Stop that!" She cried, instantly pulling back from the hand making her tremble in wanton hunger, and instantly closing her robe around herself coccoon fashion, "How dare you!" "I dare, because you dared me just by standing there that way. Besides, you told me to be here by one o'clock, remember." "I......um......well," Caroline stammered, and then she remembered, she had invited Jake to come over today, and she blushed as she remembered why. "You wanted your husbad to catch us in bed like you caught him and your neighbor's daughter yesterday, or have you changed your mind?" "Please, you have to understand......" "Ah, you were drunk, right? Unable to think properly. Is that it?" Caroline could only nod. "So you don't remember cuming like a banshee," Jake grabbed at his bulging crotch then, "and howling at the moon while riding my big black prick all night?" "Well, yes, and no.....but....," Caroline began, and then it occured to her, why not? She'd already been the man's slut for one night, why not just give Joey a little of his own damn medicine. "......Okay, why not? Think you can get it up after last night?" "Baby," Jake replied, getting up and lifting her into his strong arms and heading for the stairs, "for you, I can get it up anytime, and now that you're sober, I'll make you a simple bet." "What's that?" "That by the time your ole man arrives, you'll be begging me to move in here, and take over his job of fucking the shit out of you." "Oh really?" "Not only that," Jake added, smiling, "you'll have to beg me to become my personal white whore before the day is out, or I'll never come back." "I'll take that bet," Caroline said, assured of herself, and of getting rid of him now after his work was finished. Caroline was into her second mind storming multiple orgasm when doubt raised its head. Hell, her mind screamed, he hasn't even put his dick in me yet, what am I going to do if that's even better than how he eats pussy? Caroline didn't have long to find out, as when she was deep in the throes of her third cataclysmic climax Jake moved up over on top of her like the advancement of night over day, and she quickly found out just what a big black cock could do. She watched as he lined up what had to be close to a foot of thick uncircumsized prick against the lips of her wet slit, and began to push gently, but steadily into her body. It was like watching a giant red wood tree being replanted, well, more like jammed into a tiny little garter snake hole, and that's when Caroline's voice returned just as another gang buster of an orgasm slammed into her overwhelming the last climax, and just from that damn black cock entering her. "Oooaaaagghhh......oh fuck! Get your foot out of my cunt! Shit! What are you, half horse, or what? Oh fuck, it's going in! It's killinnng mmeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Cock, cock, and more cock entered Caroline. Big, massive, grandious, onyx cut, stone hard, black cock strained and stretched the very fiber and elasticity of her poor overly abused pussy like nothing else ever had. It was like having her ankles pulled apart by two tractors as the last blue whale on the planet used her cave to try and hide in. The pain of her most tender flesh being bulldozed to accomidate such a tremendously insidious male appendage must have been like having a baby in reverse, Caroline thought in passing, just as the head of that prick bumped up against her cervix, where no cock had ever gone before. "No more! No more!" Caroline sobbed in real pain. "Easy baby, you've got it all in you now," Jake chuckled, as his balls rested up against her buttocks, "relax, its been in here before, remember." And suddenly Caroline did remember. It had been in her, only hours ago in fact, and she not only had lived through it then, but she had begged Jake to never take the damn thing out of her as long as she lived. Surely, she thought, I am lost now, and she relaxed at last. Which allowed her body to do a wonderous thing. Lubricate. "That's my little married white slut," Jake whispered in her left ear, then pulled out some before pushing back in. Then out, and in again, beginning a rhythm of fucking that more than mesmerized and intoxicated Caroline. It hypnotized, and seduced her like nothing ever had, could, or would. Caroline lost all control over her body, and her mind as one orgasm after another assaulted the young wife, and she wondered if all black men fucked like this. Because if they did, she'd never fall in love with just another man, she'd fall in love with big, wonderful, cunt stretchig black cock from now on. In fact she was sure that she was already in love with one certain black cock already. And the more Jake's cock moved in and out of her pussy the more Caroline was sure that she had been born just to please such an awesome cock as the black man, fucking her brains out now, was using to gut her soul out with. Caroline barely got through one orgasm when the next one was rushing to envelope her, and she could barely breath let alone move as Jake's prick wallowed in her pit driving her to the brink of insanity and back. In fact she already feared the out look of what was happening to her as each orgasm that ran over her was better than the last, as if only pre-shocks of an eruption too devine to discribe. And just as she made her way to the highest pinnicale, Jake suddenly stopped fucking Caroline. "Don't Stop! You can't stop now! Now when I'm so close! Please! Please fuck me! Fuck me nigger! Fuck Me!" "But what about your husband? He's due home now, isn't he? Surely he'll take care of your needs now, won't he?" And Caroline knew then that Jake had won his bet as she begged him to make her his white whore. Joey carried the box of red roses into the house, but stopped just as he closed the door behind him. The hairs stood up on the back of his neck. A strange familiar sound echoed from the stairway leading up to his bedroom. He knew that sound only too well, having heard it since the first day of his and Caroline's honey moon. He'd been amazed at how loud she could moan when in the throes of sexual pleasure back then, and even more astounded at how animated she became when in heat during copulation. It had been a long while now since he'd heard those sounds from her, and his heart beat stronger as blood rushed to his prick thinking that another was causing her to moan in such a fashion. The roses forgotton as he walked like a man entranced up the stairs to the room of his own adulterous passions just one day earlier. Joey had tried many times to get Caroline to try opening their marriage, and not because he wanted to fuck other women, but because he knew he'd get a real kick out of seeing Caroline getting fucked by another cock, or maybe even more than one cock at a time. His wife was just so damned beautiful that she made those silly whores that acted in porno movies look like pigs fucking in a stye by comparison. However try as he did, she'd always refused, saying that if she ever did fuck another man she might not ever want just him after that. That she couldn't risk that it might change everything they had between them from that moment on. And now, by his cheating on her with Emily, he had forced her to retaliate in the only way she could, as was evident by the sounds coming from behind his bedroom door right now. He opened the door, just enough to see, and his dick jumped in his pants at what he saw, and heard next. "Don't Stop! You can't stop now! Now when I'm so close! Please! Please fuck me! Fuck me nigger! Fuck Me!" "But what about your husband? He's due home now, isn't he? Surely he'll take care of your needs now, won't he?" "Fuck him! He's got his little bitch pussy next door. I'm your whore from now on. You have his job of fucking me! I'm yours to do with as you please, just don't stop! I beg you! Please! Fuck me Nigger! Fuck me with your big black prick! Fuck a Nigger baby into me! I don't care! I'm yours now!" Joey couldn't believe his eyes, let alone his ears, as his pristine white wife lay like a prostitute on her back with her arms,and legs thrown wide open, and wrapped around a man as black as a night shadow on the dark side of the moon. From Joey's vantage point he could easily see the man's hairy black balls resting up against Caroline's upturned ass cheeks, his cock obviously buried in her slit to the hilt. And then as Joey stared, that black man's ass rose up, and up, and up, until fully ten inches thick, of throbbing, hard black cock came out of that familiar white slot, and yet the head of the black man's dick was still inside of Caroline. Joey's own cock making a six inch tent in the front of his own trousers as the black man began doing push ups between Joey's wife's thighs. Of all of Joey's fantasies about Caroline fucking other men, his most leacherous fantasy was that of her fucking around with blacks, and here she was actually doing it, and with a bigger black prick than Joey could have ever imagined while beating off in the john. He'd never even known that Caroline would consider a black man as a friend, let alone fuck one, but that was definately his wife on their wedding bed acknowledging that she was this black man's whore from now on, and that Joey could go find himself an alley cat for all she cared anymore. Strangely, Joey found himself turned on by this new role of being cockoled by his lovely wife and this strange Nigger in Joey's bed pounding his wife into their mattress like some street slut in heat. And then his cock began to throb with excitement as Joey heard his wife make sounds that she'd never made with him in bed, or anywhere else for that matter as she came as if exploding from within. "IiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAArrrrrrggggghhhh! I....I'm.....cummmmmminnnnnnnnngggggggggg! Aaaaaaaarrhhhhhhhhhhhggggggggooooodddd!" Faster and faster the black man pumped in and out of Joey's wife reaching now for his own pleasure as the woman beneath him bucked under him like a first bred filly losing her cherry. There was no doubt in Joey's mind that the man intended to dump his black seed into Caroline's pink pussy hole, nor that Caroline cared one way or the other whether she got knocked up by this stranger, and a black stranger at that. It was that very thought that was going through Joey's mind as the black man came in his wife's cunt, and Joey came in his trousers without even touching himself. In mere moments a thick rich creamy white froth developed around the connection between Caroline's surprisingly shaved snatch, and that incredibly big thick prick. Then more oozed out around it like an over greased fitting, and then more, and more, and more. S 4481 1.34/512345