Fellatrix Summa CUM Laude

Fellatrix Summa CUM Laude By Lingus I guess some women just naturally love to suck cocks. I know several of my friends have said that they were that way. Even a couple of gals in high school apparently were really into it. I remember Jan Best had a reputation for doing it. She supposedly did the entire football team and basketball team each year she was in school. That sounded outrageous to me at the time, and perhaps her slutty reputation just added to my reluctance to do it. Actually, I'd never given it much thought until my relationship with Andy Johnson had developed to such intensity that he was pressuring me to "go all the way" to prove how much I loved him. This was in my junior year and I had no intention of letting that happen although I did let him slip his hands into my bra and panties and play with me. I liked the feeling that gave me.especially when he played with my pussy. I got really wet and hot and I must admit it wasn't easy saying no to him. It was just that I couldn't get my mother's admonitions out of my head. I never once thought about trying to play with Andy's cock although I noticed that he got a real big bulge in his pants whenever he played with me. I really didn't even know what a cock, hard or soft, looked like. When Andy suggested that I give him a "blowjob" instead I guess he must have realized that I didn't know what he meant. "I want you to suck my cock," he said. "You want me to what?" I replied. "I couldn't do anything like that. I mean no one would ever do such a thing. You're sick!" That was the end of my relationship with Andy. Yes, I know I was a very naive girl. I guess I led a pretty sheltered life up to that point, but I wasn't a lot different than most of the girls that I grew up with. In fact I'll bet that a lot of them don't suck cock even today. Maybe I'm wrong, but judging by the delight of men who I've "gotten to know" over the last several years, I doubt that many of them get blowjobs very often. In addition to my naivet? about sex I had no early experience with alcohol. I didn't have my first real drink until I was in college. The first few times I had a drink went quite uneventfully. These took place at receptions that the alumni office held during homecoming week during my freshman year. The first drink I had was a vodka sour. I thought it tasted quite good so I had another. I don't know if they were mixed really strong or if it was just because this was my first time, but I got a little tipsy. This scared me because I didn't want to act silly or get sick in front of the faculty and administrators who were there because I might lose my job. I had gotten a part-time job in the alumni office as a way to help pay my tuition. Things really changed later that fall when I got invited to my first fraternity party. Since there were no "higher-ups" around I let my hair down and completely lost track of how much I'd had to drink. There were several other coeds there who were also being encouraged by the guys to "have one more." I suspect that many of them knew what was coming, but I didn't. After we were feeling pretty good, the guys suggested a game called "Dare." The premise of the game was simple. The gals were dared to perform some act or else they had to remove an article of clothing. The women sat on one side of the circle facing the guys who sat on the other. The guys took turns making the dares to the gals. At first the dares weren't too outrageous. We were each dared to chug-a-lug our drink. Next they dared us to sit on their lap. That wasn't very threatening although a couple of the guys did let their hands wander a bit. I kind of liked that because I enjoyed having my breasts played with. After that they dared us to give them a kiss. Then we each were asked to show them our panties. For those of us wearing skirts this was easy. Some of the gals wore slacks and they had to partially undress just to avoid completely removing an article of clothing. At this point some of the gals chose to remove their blouses rather than show their panties. I think that may have been because they didn't have any panties on. I remember feeling kind of tingly as I watched Helen, the gal ahead of me, move to the center of the circle and lift her skirt to show off her panties. I was the second in line and so it was now my turn to choose. I also wore a skirt and chose to follow her lead and let them see my undies. I felt a sudden rush as I lifted my skirt and knew that a dozen guys and ten other women could see my bright pink panties. I may have stood there showing off for longer than I had to but I finally sat down as Diane, the next gal, announced that she was going to remove her blouse instead. This round seemed to take longer than the others because the guys wouldn't let us sit down too quickly. If they didn't get a long enough view they made us do it over until they were satisfied. When it finally finished four of the women were without their blouses. One of the gals who'd shown her panties had on very sheer ones and the guys really made a fuss over getting to see her beaver when she held up her skirt. She held it up for a long time too. I didn't understand why she did that but I did notice that my pussy was starting to get pretty wet. The next round got more intimate. We were asked to sit on our challenger's lap while he "gave us a chest massage." The gal ahead of me decided to remove her blouse instead. Since I enjoyed having my breasts caressed ever since Andy did it to me, I happily went to my challenger and sat down. In seconds I felt his hands massaging me through my blouse and bra. Then I felt him unbutton a couple of buttons on my blouse and slip his hand inside. He didn't stop there but proceeded to slip his fingers into my bra and massage my bare breasts. It felt heavenly but I suddenly realized that I was making quite a spectacle and made him stop. Three of the women after me decided to remove blouses instead. One of the women who had already removed her blouse decided to remove her skirt rather than get her breasts massaged. The guys really hooted when she stood before them in just her bra and panties. The rest of the women got the same treatment that I did. Since some of them were without bras to inhibit the massage things got rather frisky but only one of them ended up with her blouse completely off (she wasn't wearing a bra). Everyone (including her) seemed to really love that. The final round that we played really changed my attitude about sex. We were "dared" to give our challenger a blowjob. I was astonished when Helen unhesitatingly moved over between the thighs of her challenger and began to unzip his pants. In seconds I saw the first cock that I had ever seen other than in a picture. It was hard and beautiful. I have come to realize after many comparisons that it wasn't particularly large but at the time I thought it was gigantic. Helen licked the head of it with the tip of her tongue for a while. Then she slipped it into her mouth and lunged forward so that it was completely hidden. I noticed that the guy closed his eyes and looked like he was in heaven. I could feel myself getting more and more excited as I watched her head bounce up and down on this wonderful appendage. I found myself wishing I had been more adventuresome with Andy a couple of years earlier. After this had gone on for a few minutes Helen suddenly pulled back. Then I saw this white fluid spurting from his cock. It flew half way across the circle. There were a few more lesser spurts and then the guy collapsed in his chair. "That was wonderful.just wonderful," he whispered. I must have been somewhat dazed by this scene because I remember being nudged by Diane as my challenger repeated, "Alright, Darlene. It's your turn. What's your choice?" I didn't even think about my response. My inhibitions had been subdued by all of the booze, and I was mesmerized by the thought of seeing and tasting this guy's cock. As I moved forward and began to kneel before him, he said "Great! This is my lucky day!" I didn't really have a clue as to what I was to do. I had just seen it done once so I tried to repeat her motions. I didn't have to unzip the guy or take out his cock because he did that for me in a flash. His cock was also gorgeous. It was about the same size as the one before but somehow it looked different. I've since come to appreciate that no two cocks are exactly alike. Each one tastes and looks just a little different than any other. Comparing them is part of the fun that I have. As I leaned forward towards my guy's cock I saw that there was liquid seeping out of the hole in the end of it. Then I smelled the wonderful musky aroma that I've grown to love. Finally as I flicked the tip of it with my tongue I tasted the saltiness of his pre-cum. Trying my best to imitate my predecessor, I ran my tongue around the dark pink head a few times before swallowing as much of it as I could in my mouth. I heard the guy gasp as it went in. Then as I started pumping up and down on his big prick I felt his hands touch my breasts. Then he began to gently massage my tits with his hands as I massaged him with my mouth. It was an incredible sensation. I found out later that this was this guy's first-ever blowjob as well as mine. I must have done all right because he didn't last long. Not knowing what to expect I didn't react when I sensed that his cock was beginning to twitch. Then my tongue sensed a spasm as I felt a blast of searing liquid hit the back of my throat. It caught me off guard and I started to choke. I tried to pull away but he had placed his hands behind my head and began pulling me tightly towards his crotch. I couldn't escape. Somehow I managed to swallow and kept swallowing as blast after hot blast of his cum shot into my virgin mouth. Then as quickly as it had started it stopped. Again not knowing what to expect I began sucking again when I caught my breath. I loved the unique flavor of his cum and wanted to taste more of it. In a few seconds however, his cock started to get soft. He was done.at least for a few minutes. "Darlene, that was the greatest!" he said as I got up. "You are sure a terrific cocksucker." I was stunned by his remark. That was a term that I'd always heard used in the most derogatory ways. I'd never given much thought to what it meant, but the meaning of the term began to sink in as I returned to my seat. "Thanks," I said with a weak smile. "I guess I am one of those," I thought to myself not so proudly. Two of the rest of the girls also elected to give their challengers a blowjob and the others removed an item of apparel. This meant that three of the gals were now only wearing their panties. When the last of the eleven girls had finished (she was one who elected to remove her bra) several of the girls quickly gathered up their garments and ran from the room. "Hey, where are you all going?" one of the guys shouted. "Some of us aren't finished yet." In fact eight of the twelve guys hadn't "finished" yet and they didn't want the game to end so soon. "Hey, Darlene," one of them said, "how about showing me just how good you can suck cock. I'll bet you're not that great." "Oh, yeah," I replied accepting the taunt, "get it out and I'll show you." I couldn't believe my own ears at what I'd just said but I had this strange feeling that I just had to suck more cock. I was addicted. As I began to grant this guy's wish, two of the other coeds joined me in finishing the rest of the group. An hour later all the guys had cum. Two of the original four had gotten blown a second time. In all I sucked five cocks that evening.and I swallowed every drop of their cum. By the time the party was over I had sucked more cocks than most women suck in their entire lifetime. I loved it. I knew that from then on I was going to suck as many guys as I could. The next day reality reared it's ugly head. Of course, I had a terrible hangover, which I'd never had before. I also felt like the town whore every time I thought about my behavior at the party. I was so ashamed I sat and cried. I didn't know how I'd ever face any of those guys or gals. That would be impossible to avoid because two of the guys were in classes with me. I was sure I'd have to drop out of school or transfer or something. Fortunately before I got myself too worked up and distressed I got a call from Byron Wells asking me for a date. Byron was one of the guys at the party and also one of those with whom I had a class. In fact he was the guy who had invited me to the party in the first place. I figured at first that he just wanted another blowjob but he assured me that he had wanted to ask me out before any of this happened. He gave my sagging ego a boost by saying that he thought I was the cutest coed on campus. When I questioned why he'd even consider going out with someone who'd been such a slut, he really surprised me by saying he'd gotten turned on watching me that night.and that I gave him the best blowjob he'd ever had. He couldn't believe I'd never done it before. To make a long story short I accepted his invitation to go to a movie the next weekend. After the movie we talked some more about what I'd done and he made me feel a lot better about myself. In fact he made me feel like it was OK to have done what I did and enjoy it. Before he took me back to my dorm Byron got another blowjob.and he didn't even ask. I found that I had even more fun doing this one sober than I'd had doing the others drunk. It was like a dam had burst and my sexual being had abruptly surfaced. While I was amazed at myself for my newfound hobby, I was even more surprised at Byron's delight and support. He began to think of ways for me to practice my art. Over the next few months I blew groups of five or six of his frat brothers while they watched the Monday night game. I blew Byron's kid brother Paul and Jim, a friend of his, when they came to campus for a weekend. Neither of them had ever had a blowjob before and they left for home with ear-to-ear grins. Their big smiles and expressions of appreciation were a good lesson for me. I was beginning to understand the power that I had just from my willingness to give guys this pleasure. I don't think any of them realized (or much cared) how much fun I had doing it. I began to fantasize about how I could use this power and Byron and I spent a lot of time talking about it. Those conversations always ended abruptly because we both got so turned on that we'd head for the bed and spend an hour or two fucking. (Yes, I let Byron take the next step. In fact I did it with him on our second date. I found out I loved having a cock fill my cunt almost as much as I loved having one in my mouth.) The power I had was not just over the other guys that I blew but also over Byron because he got so excited about my antics. When Byron asked me to give a pizza delivery guy a blowjob as a tip, we ended up getting a free pizza. We decided that was such a good deal we repeated it at least once a month for the rest of the school year. We tried the same routine with a Chinese carryout place with the same results. Byron teased me every time I sucked that guy off saying I'd be hungry for another cock again in an hour. I'd go along with his gag and ask him to fuck me an hour after dinner. When finals were approaching at the end of my freshman year I was really worried about my grade in economics. The professor was not very exciting (and not particularly good looking) and I just wasn't inspired in the classroom. I knew that I had to do something to avoid getting a "D" or worse in the class. I asked Byron if any of his friends could help me. He offered an inspired suggestion. I should ask the professor for special tutoring. He winked at me when he said that and I quickly caught on to what he meant. "I'm not sure he'd be interested," I replied uncertainly. "I'll bet he'd love it," Byron assured me. "Anyhow it wouldn't be too hard to test the waters. Wear one of your sexy short skirts to class tomorrow. Maybe give him a peek or two of your panties. Then go up to him after class and tell him that you need some extra help and ask if he has any suggestions. If he's interested he'll let you know. Well, I took Byron's suggestion to heart more from the almost desperate need to improve my grade than any desire to suck off my professor. I'm sure glad I did for two reasons. I got a "B" for the course. He offered me an "A" but I thought that was too much. "I enjoyed this as much as you did," I told him. "You have one of the largest and most beautiful cocks I've ever seen.and I've seen quite a few." He seemed genuinely flattered by my comment. He admitted that no other woman including his wife had ever been able to take him all the way into either her mouth or her pussy. That's the other thing I learned: wonderful things sometimes come in not-so-great packages. When I told Byron I was sure this guy had at least ten inches he didn't believe me. I told him that he was so big that I almost couldn't get him all in my mouth, but he still didn't believe me. I decided to ask for another private tutoring session and this time I took along a measuring tape. The guy was a startled when I asked if I could measure it but then he told me it was ten and one-half inches. He said he would like to see if I could take him all the way in my pussy as well as in my mouth but I told him I couldn't do that. He accepted my answer, but I think we were both disappointed. I was very tempted. I should mention that Byron and I have talked about the possibility of my going further and fucking some of the guys that I "meet." We agreed that there could be a lot of complications in doing that and finally concluded that it wouldn't be worth the risk. Byron feels especially strongly about it so I'm not about to take the chance of hurting him even when I'm with a guy who I think might be a really great fuck. At the end of the school year I returned home for the summer. It was really weird because as soon as I got back into that old environment I went back to my previous conservative ways. Byron and I kept in touch and he seemed very suspicious at first that I was lying to him about my abstinence but I think he finally accepted my word. We both eagerly looked forward to the beginning of the next school year. I had to return to campus early because of responsibilities connected with my job at the alumni office. I didn't think I'd see Byron for another week but I was delighted to find him waiting for me when I arrived at my dorm. Before the hour was over he had gotten a blowjob. We didn't have time or a good private place to fuck. We both admitted being anxious to pick up where we'd left off at the beginning of the summer. As soon as Byron could get back into his room at the frat house we ordered a pizza. When a different delivery man showed up I was afraid that maybe he wouldn't want to play our game, but before he left a half-hour later I had swallowed another load of cum and we had a free pizza. He said he'd be happy to make that trade anytime we called. We should just ask for "Jack." We told him to expect a call every couple of weeks. He left with a smile. For the first couple of months that fall nothing really shocking happened. I did take care of a few of the members of Byron's fraternity including three new pledges. That was a lot of fun because Byron made me do it blindfolded. After I sucked each of the cocks for two minutes I was asked to take off the blindfold and identify the cocks in the order I'd sucked them. I guessed them all, which surprised them. They just didn't understand how much you could learn about a cock when you have it in your mouth for a few minutes. Of course I finished the game by sucking each of them dry. I've never left a blowjob uncompleted and there have only been a few times when I haven't swallowed the guys cum. My horizons were greatly widened one day at work. Alan Bennett, an alumni athlete (a pretty famous and very good looking one), came into the office. He had agreed to head the alumni part of our annual fund drive and he had come to see Mr. Leonard, my boss, who was late getting back from an off-campus appointment. I tried my best to keep Alan entertained and in the process I guess I must have flirted with him a bit more than I realized. I noticed that I had lost eye contact with him and that his gaze seemed to be focused below my waist. When I looked down I realized why. I was wearing one of my shorter skirts and it had risen so that the flesh of my thighs above the tops of my stockings was visible. He could easily see my panties and probably the shadow of my brown beaver because these panties were pretty sheer. Then I noticed his crotch. He had an erection that he made no attempt to hide. I took a big gamble. "Would you like to come with me back to the storeroom?" I asked. "I see you have a problem that perhaps I can help you with." I stood up and held out my hand toward him. He broke into a big smile and quickly took my hand. The storeroom door hadn't even fully closed when I was kneeling before him and unzipping his pants. He helped me extract his hard tool and I quickly engulfed it with my mouth. "Ohhhh, Darlene, that feels so good," he said. I didn't attempt to answer. I knew time was short and I sure didn't want to get caught doing this. I let my tongue, lips and throat work their magic and in just a few minutes I reaped my reward. "Ohhh, I'm cumming," he said as his body went rigid. I already knew that because I could feel his cock beginning to pulsate. Then his cum hit the back of my throat and I swallowed furiously. He kept cumming and cumming. This guy wasn't the biggest I'd ever sucked but he did have the most cum. I kept sucking until he stopped shooting and then quickly licked him clean. "I'd better get back to my desk," I said breathlessly. "Mr. Leonard could be back anytime now." "Yes, you're right," Alan answered. "I understand.and I really appreciate the fantastic blowjob. It was the best." Then he bent down and kissed me. "Thank you," he concluded as we went quickly out the door and back to my desk. We had just taken our seats when Mr. Leonard came in the door. "Alan, I'm so sorry for being late," he began as he walked over and extended his hand. "I just had a big problem with the publisher of our newsletter and it took a lot longer than I expected to it out. I hope the wait hasn't been too unpleasant." "Why, no," Alan responded. "Actually it was most pleasant. Darlene has been a terrific hostess and I really enjoyed chatting with her." As Alan and Mr. Leonard walked past me into Mr. Leonard's office Alan blew me a kiss and mouthed the words "Thanks again." As Alan was leaving he said, "Thank you again, Darlene. I hope we can chat again when I am back in town next month." Mr. Leonard didn't have a clue as to how intimate our "chat" had been. Good thing too. I don't think he'd be amused. I was thrilled. I had just given a blowjob to one of the biggest celebrities to have attended our university. Besides that he really seemed to have liked it and said he wanted to do it again. He even gave me a kiss. I hadn't thought about it before but none of the men I'd sucked off, except Byron, had ever kissed me afterwards. I couldn't wait to tell Byron about my little secret. Byron was as excited about what happened as I was. We both realized that I had tapped a whole new source of cocks. Over the next few months I had several more "storeroom conferences" with Alan. He always managed to arrive for his appointments when Mr. Leonard wasn't around. On one of these occasions Byron decided to hide behind some filing cabinets and watch as I sucked Alan's cock to completion. Then when I thought we were done Alan said that he had to repay me for the pleasure I'd given him. At first I thought he meant he wanted to fuck me, but I'd told him before that I couldn't do that. Instead Alan picked me up and sat me on top of the filing cabinet that Byron was hiding behind. He pushed up my skirt and began to pull down my panties. I was about to object when he pushed my knees apart and leaned forward and kissed my cunt. Then he began to run his tongue up and down my wet slit. I was having my pussy eaten. I'd never had that done to me before and as soon as Alan started doing it I wondered why. I loved it. I hoped that Byron who was hiding only inches away was taking notes. From now on I would expect him to do this to me too. I just hoped that right now he wouldn't get upset by what Alan was doing and blow his cover. That could bring disastrous results. Alan continued licking and sucking me. He even ran his tongue down and tried to force it into my tight asshole. Finally as I felt myself getting very excited he took my little love button (Byron's term for my clit) into his mouth and very gently rolled it between his lips and his teeth. My body suddenly shook as a wave of orgasm overcame me. I hadn't had the opportunity to cum all that often. Sometimes it happened when Byron fucked me, but not always. This time though was the best. I had to bite my finger to keep from moaning loudly. Suddenly I realized how vulnerable I was sitting up there on the filing cabinet with no underwear on and my pussy blatantly on display. What if Mr. Leonard or someone else opened the door just a few feet away? "I've got to get back to my desk," I said urgently as I tried to climb down. Alan lifted me back down. I decided not to take time to put my panties back on. Instead I kissed Alan and said "Thank you Alan. That was a wonderful treat. You know I've never been eaten before." "You're kidding," Alan replied. "Well I'll be glad to eat your sweet hot pussy any time. It's the least I can do in return for your terrific blowjobs." I wanted to say something to Byron before I went back to my desk but I didn't dare because Alan held the door for me instead of leaving. I had to wait until Alan was in Mr. Leonard's office before I went back in. I sure hoped that he wasn't angry about what Alan had done. My anxiety was relieved a few minutes later when Mr. Leonard came in and took Alan into his office. I immediately went into the storeroom. Byron was waiting there for me. "Wow, that was really hot!" were his first words. "I've never been so turned on." He proved his point by pulling his hard cock out of his pants. Then he turned me to face away from him, bent me over, lifted my skirt and slammed his hard cock into my cunt. I nearly screamed with pleasure. It took him just a minute or two and I felt a blast of his hot cum shoot into my cunt. He continued shooting for a few seconds. As quickly as he began he finished. He stuffed his shrinking cock back into his pants, zipped up, kissed me and said "I'll see you tonight." Then he was gone out the door. I stood for a moment in a daze. In the last few minutes I had taken a load of one man's cum in my mouth and then a load of another man's cum in my cunt. I could feel Byron's cum dripping from my pussy and running down the inside of my thighs. I knew I had to get back to my desk so I cleaned myself up as best I could with a Kleenex and then put my panties back on. I knew they would get pretty wet as my guy's cum continued to drain out but somehow that thought just made me start to feel horny again. That episode was just one of the most exciting (and dangerous) of my "storeroom conferences." Over the next year and a half I enticed more than twenty visitors into my "lair." They included two other big-name athletes (both big men with bigger cocks), an assortment of visiting journalists and reporter types, a local TV personality, a clergyman and a congressman. Alan came back several times and whenever time permitted he made good on his promise to eat my pussy. I loved it and was pleased that Byron was getting better at doing it too. I was always pretty careful to avoid being caught by Mr. Leonard although a couple of my guests and I had close calls. On the final day at work at the end of my junior year Mr. Leonard called me into his office. "Darlene," he began, "I have a couple of personal matters to discuss with you." My heart was in my throat. What was this about? "First of all I have some very good news. The president of the university, Dr. Wright, has asked that your employment contract for next year be in his office." "Wow!" I responded. "That's terrific, but why did he do that?" "I have told him of your outstanding work and he's also heard about it from some of the alumni who've come in contact with you. You seem to have a lot of fans. Alan Bennett was particularly complimentary in his comments. He says you're a real asset to the university." I blushed a thousand shades of red. I sure hoped that Alan had confined his comments to non- sexual issues. "That's really nice to hear," I said. "I appreciate your passing that information along to me. You said there were two matters to discuss, as I recall." "Oh, yes," Mr. Leonard continued. "The other matter is of a rather sensitive and very personal nature. You see I've known for sometime that you have a special talent for taking care of our guests.at least our male guests." "OH NO!" I thought to myself, "he knows about the blowjobs." Again I blushed. "I'm sure you know what I'm talking about," he went on. "You see not all of the men who've been given your personal tour of the storeroom have been nearly as discrete as they ought." I was really squirming in my seat and Mr. Leonard sensed my discomfort. "Oh, don't worry, Darlene. I don't mean to cause you any problem. In fact I believe that your tours have greatly helped our office. We've gotten some great coverage in the press and I know of at least two major contributions and a large grant that came about because of your tours. I must admit, however, that for the past several months I've been extremely envious of those who've gotten those tours. It's just that as your supervisor I didn't want to say anything." The relief at his words of assurance must have been obvious although I'm sure my complexion had changed from bright red to pale white as I contemplated the tremendous embarrassment that I could suffer. However, it was slowly dawning on me where this conversation was heading. "But now Darlene, you're no longer really one of my employees. You are an employee of President Wright." "And I'll bet you'd like a tour of the storeroom before I leave," I said with a knowing smile. I had always enjoyed working for Mr. Leonard. He had treated me very nicely.almost like a father. I found the prospect of sucking his cock to be especially exciting. "Darlene, you're very perceptive," Mr. Leonard said as he returned my smile. "Well, Mr. Leonard, there is something that you may not know about those tours," I said as I regained my composure and realized that I was now in control. "There is something that the men who got the tour had to do in return for my services," I said as I got up from my chair and moved over beside Mr. Leonard's chair. "What is that, Darlene?" he asked. "Whatever it is I'm sure I'll be happy to do it too." "They had to eat my pussy," I said. Actually the only one who ever ate me was Alan but I had this tremendous urge to have Mr. Leonard eat me too. "Let's do the tour right here in your office," I continued as I thought of the irony of being eaten right here on my boss's desk. "That sounds great Darlene. I'd love to eat your hot little cunt and since I've already seen the stockroom I'll gladly take my tour right here." He swung his chair around to face me and unzipped his pants as I knelt between his legs. Seeing the hard cock of the man that I had worked for for three years as it stood beckoning to me was the most erotic experience of my sexual career. I knew that I wanted to give Mr. Leonard the hottest sex he'd ever known. In fact I knew in the back of my mind that I was going to do something really special for him that I hadn't done for any of the other men in the stockroom. I began his blowjob in my usual manner and was soon pumping up and down as I made his cock fuck my face. He was about average in size so I had no problem taking him all the way in and he really loved that. When I felt that he was getting close I pulled away. "Now it's your turn," I said as I stood up. Then I slipped off my panties and sat up on Mr. Leonard's desk. "I'll finish you in a few minutes." As soon as I was sitting in front of Mr. Leonard with my skirt pulled to my waist and my feet up on the back of his chair, he leaned forward and stared for a few moments at my pussy. "Darlene, your cunt is exquisite," he said sounding like he'd never seen one before. He was breathing deeply and I couldn't wait to feel his tongue on my wet slit. Mr. Leonard ate me with an expertise that really surprised me. In just a few minutes I came but he didn't stop until he made me cum again. He wanted to go on but I stopped him saying "OK, now it's time to finish you.but I have to ask you something first." "What's that?" he asked sounding puzzled. "Can you keep a secret?" I asked. "Why, of course," he replied. "Why do you ask?" "Well, I want you to do something I've never done for any of the other men.and I don't want my boyfriend or anyone else including President Wright to ever know. OK?" "Sure Darlene," he replied. "What is that?" "I want you to fuck me," I said. "I want you to cum in my pussy. Will you do that?" Mr. Leonard didn't answer. He just got up, unbuckled his belt and let his trousers fall to the floor. Then he stepped forward and I felt the head of his cock as it rubbed up and down my wet slit. Suddenly I felt him enter me. I was getting fucked by only the second man ever. It felt wonderful. Mr. Leonard was so turned on that it didn't take long before I felt a load of hot cum splashing into my cunt. He gasped and moaned softly before collapsing on top of me. "Thank you Darlene. That was wonderful," he said as he kissed me, "and you can be certain that I won't say a word about this to anyone." "Thank you Mr. Leonard, I appreciate your discretion," I answered as I got up and again knelt before him. "Let me clean you up a bit before you put this away," I continued as I took his cock back in my mouth. I licked my juices and his cum off of it and then gently kissed the tip. "I almost wish I'd known of your talents sooner," I said as I slipped on my panties. "Maybe I'll come back and see you again next fall. I think I'd enjoy having this fill my mouth and pussy again," I said as I reached down and caressed his cock. "I hope you do," he replied with a smile. "By the way, President Wright would like to see you before you leave campus. I'm not sure if I mentioned that." "OK," I said. "I guess I could stop in there now if he's still in his office. Do I look like I just got fucked though?" "You might want to freshen up a bit before you go," Mr. Leonard replied. "I'll call over and tell him that you'll be there in fifteen minutes." Thirty minutes later I was in President Wright's office. The door was locked and I was sucking his cock. He was quite direct about what he wanted from me and he made me an offer that I couldn't refuse. I got a full scholarship for my final year. All I had to do was give blowjobs to him and a few other men that he'd tell me about. I was to meet him in his office twice a week after office hours. If he needed me to suck off a visiting bigwig he'd leave a note for me in my p.o. box. I thought it was a terrific deal. I didn't have to do any office work at all. The only problem that I could see was figuring out a way to explain this to my parents. When I saw Byron that night I told him everything except about getting fucked. He never did know about that. In fact I fucked Mr. Leonard several times the next year and no one ever knew about that either. Mr. Leonard was truly a man of his word and I really appreciated that. It was sort of weird as I look back on my times with Mr. Leonard. I always called him "Mr. Leonard" even when he was fucking me. That included a trip back to campus for my tenth reunion when I made an unannounced visit to Mr. Leonard's office. He was delighted that I stopped in and we had another great time as he fucked me on his desk. We each commented that the other had certainly maintained their technique. I didn't tell him about all of the practice that I was getting. I don't think he'd understand. Byron graduated that spring and I knew that next year wouldn't be the same with my new job and Byron not being so close by. Fortunately he got a job in town and rented an apartment quite close to the campus. Over the summer we decided that I would move in with him when I got back in the fall. My mother didn't really like the idea but she didn't forbid me to do it. I think she was slowly catching up with the times. Surprisingly my dad didn't offer any objection. During my senior year I tried to keep my skills as a fellatrix sharpened any way I could. Of course I did President Wright once or twice a week. He also had me do visiting bigwigs two or three times a month. In fact one month when we were kicking off a major development campaign I did five members of the campaign committee in two days. Since none of them was to know about the others things got a little hectic but they all seemed to enjoy my talents and I loved experiencing five new cocks. One night Byron and I tried to count the number of cocks that I sucked while I was in college. We lost track at around sixty. I thought it had to be more like a hundred but we couldn't be sure. The one thing we were both sure of was that we both still very much enjoyed my hobby. I still told Byron about each one in detail unless he was with me when I did it. We still had occasional Monday night parties with a few of his old fraternity brothers and we still ordered pizza or Chinese food and the delivery men still got their special tips. We still got free meals. After I graduated that spring the pace of my activities slowed down quite a bit. I got a really good job with an advertising agency and didn't want to jeopardize it by trying anything with anyone I worked with. Besides Byron didn't seem too comfortable with the idea of my getting that intimate with men of my own age in that environment. He said I should limit myself to men who weren't a threat to our relationship such as visiting clients or old friends of ours. This did allow me to suck a new cock or two every month and we made a point of getting together with some of his old buddies fairly often too so I wasn't suffering from protein deficiency. Five years after college we got married. The wedding was something to tell about, and I don't mean the service itself. That was pretty conventional with the fancy dresses and tuxes, flowers, candelabras, a church and all. Both of our families were there. Our sisters and Byron's two brothers were in the wedding party along with two of his best friends from work. We hadn't really discussed what our marriage would mean to our little game and I figured that once we were married I'd have to settle down and be satisfied with just one cock in my life. Boy was I wrong. After the service was over we waited around to take some pictures before going on to the reception. While we were waiting Byron asked me and the guys in the party to come with him. He led us down to the room where he and his party had dressed. I was about to ask what he was up to when he told all of the guys to have a seat. Then he led me into the next room. Remember that I was still dressed in my full wedding dress.including my veil. "I want you to say thank you to each of the guys in our wedding," Byron announced. "Sure," I said as I started to walk back to the other room. "No, not that way," he said, "and not in there. I want you to do it one at a time in here," he instructed. Suddenly it hit me. He wanted me to give them each blowjobs. At first I didn't know if I should hit him and run or just quietly do as he asked. As I sat in my momentary daze thinking about it I realized that my pussy was getting wet. That was my reliable barometer telling me to do it. For the next half hour I, the new Mrs. Byron Wells, sucked five cocks. One of them was Paul, the younger brother whom I'd done in school. Not only did I suck Byron's two brothers and two friends but I also sucked the photographer who came down to see why we were taking so long. When Byron told the photographer what was happening and that he was going to be "thanked" too the guy offered to take pictures of me with each of the guys for special pictures for our wedding album. Byron thought that was a terrific idea so we took a few more minutes while I sucked each guy again long enough to get him hard. I did it this time with all of them in the room and we have one photo in our private album of me with five hard cocks. One was in my mouth, one was in each hand and the other two were stroking themselves. Byron took that picture so that the photographer could also be in it. We also have individual shots of me with each of the five cocks in my mouth. This was certainly an afternoon to remember. Our honeymoon was not much different. When we checked in to our Caribbean resort I gave the bellman a blowjob for bringing our bags to the room. We had room service each morning and I gave the delivery guy a blowjob each time (there were four different ones during the week). We found a group of three guys at the hotel bar the first night we were there. I thought they were kind of cute and so we brought them up to the room for my "treat." They really would have liked more and I would have liked to fuck one of them in particular but I told them that was not part of the deal. I have to admit here that although I didn't fuck that guy or anyone else while Byron was around I did get word to this guy one afternoon when Byron was off on an errand. We met at his room for a quickie. I felt sort of guilty about it but I knew I wasn't going to get carried away and fall for the guy, which is what Byron, really seemed most concerned about. Since our marriage over ten years ago I've "cheated" probably an average of five or six times a year. I've never done it with the same guy more than once and it's always been when we were somewhere where the guy couldn't identify me and cause problems. This has been relatively easy to do because we go to other parts of the city a couple of times a month so I can pick up guys for blowjobs. Sometimes I give the blowjobs with Byron watching. Other times I do them alone and tell him about them later. I only tell Byron about the blowjobs and not about the ones I let go all the way. As long as I douche and clean up carefully I'm OK. One time I didn't get a chance to clean up after a guy dumped his load in my cunt and I think Byron suspected that something unusual was in there but he didn't make an issue of it. On our honeymoon we tried one other thing that we found to be a lot of fun and a very effective way to find guys. It happened sort of by accident the first time but we've done it very deliberately ever since. We were in the dance club at our resort and we'd both had quite a bit to drink so we were even wilder than we might otherwise have been. Byron danced several dances with me and he started trying to feel me up on the dance floor. First he rubbed my breasts and even unbuttoned my blouse. Then he pulled up the back of my skirt and danced with his hands on my ass with my cheeks showing because I wasn't wearing any panties (I had promised not to wear any for our entire honeymoon). Then he tried to reach down under me from the back and feel my pussy (which was very wet of course). I was rather uneasy at first about being so much on display but the room was fairly dark and no one seemed to care or even notice. However, when I finally sat down while Byron went to the men's room another guy came up to our table and asked me to dance. I accepted thinking he might be a prospect. Byron came back to the table to see this guy repeating the sorts of things with me that he had just done. The guy had my blouse open and was playing with my tits. Then he pulled up my skirt and began to caress my ass. I could feel the guy's cock as it grew and pressed against me. It felt like a nice one and I began to think about what it would be like to suck on it. I noticed Byron watching intently as I was being caressed by this stranger. The guy's hands were just starting to work down towards my pussy and I was about to reach down myself and stroke his cock when he asked whom I was with. "Oh, that's my husband," I replied trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. After all I hadn't referred to Byron by that term very often before. "Ohmygawd!" he said as he dropped my skirt and put his hands back in more respectable locations. "I'm sorry ma'am," he said. "I didn't mean anything. I guess I just got carried away when I saw him do that to you." "Hey, relax," I said. "He's cool. I'll bet his dick is as hard as yours right now just from watching me with you." Then I did reach down and stroke his cock. "Hmmmm, that feels like a real nice one. Would you mind stepping outside for a minute so I can check it out?" "But, what about him?" he asked nodding toward my new husband. "He loves to watch me suck guys cocks," I responded. "Do you think you could handle that? If so, come on." "Holy shit!" was all he said as I began to lead him from the dance floor. As I turned to look Byron was a few steps behind us. Since it was a warm tropical evening we headed outside and found a secluded spot. Byron stayed several feet away at first as I got the guy unzipped and began to suck his wand. Then as the pace quickened I noticed Byron moving closer so that he could easily see this new cock fucking my face. It didn't take long and I had swallowed another load of cum. As the guy started to recover from his climax I thought for a second that he might suddenly run for cover because now Byron was standing right beside him. "Isn't my wife a great cocksucker?" Byron asked. "She's the best," the guy replied. "Ma'am that was wonderful. Mister, you are one very lucky guy to have a wife with such a talented mouth," he then said turning to Byron. "I know. I know," was all Byron said. Then my husband came over and held me tight and kissed me as my newest conquest turned and walked back into the club. He was still muttering about not believing it as he walked away. "My sexy new wife has cum on her breath," Byron said teasing. "You know, I really like that. I hope it happens a lot." A few years later we were in a hotel bar "dancing" on one of our nights out. Things had progressed to the point where a new dance partner was fondling me on the dance floor. The guy chickened out when I told him I wanted to go to our room and suck him while my husband watched so I returned to our table. There I found Byron staring at the pantiless pussy of a woman seated at the next table. He pointed out the pussy show and said that she had been sitting like that for several minutes. The woman seemed oblivious to how she was sitting and was actively engaged in a conversation with the man she was with (her husband we learned later). Byron said I should give them a show too which I willingly did. By this time I was feeling really horny having been groped and then jilted on the dance floor. After our mutual pussy show had gone on for several more minutes the other man waved us over to their table. We talked to them for quite awhile and learned that they were members of a club called "Showtime." It was for couples that liked to show off the wife's private places. They suggested that since we obviously had the same interest we should join. We didn't mention that we used showing off my pussy and tits as a way to catch the attention of guys for me to suck, but it was fun to find another couple with similar interests.at least as far as they went. We went with them to their next club meeting and I agreed to be initiated. It's been a lot of fun. At each meeting the couples share the adventures they've had during the previous month and Byron and I have gotten really turned on telling them about our dance floor experiences.including the blowjobs later. At first some of them seemed quite surprised that we did that but then another couple, Doc and Jane, joined. They go even further than we do. Jane shows off for other men and then she fucks the ones that she really likes while Doc watches. Showtime's next meeting is tonight. It should be a lot of fun because a new couple is being initiated. Then Byron and I will report on our recent shopping trip. We went out to buy me some new clothes for showing off. The outfit we bought included matching white lace bra, panties and garter belt. The bra and panties are for when I wear the outfit to work. The blouse is a fairly sheer white blouse with lots of ruffles. If I don't wear a bra under it my nipples are plainly visible. The skirt is blue knee-length denim that buttons up the front. Byron even bought me some new black shoes to wear with it. When we were done shopping Byron suggested that we try the outfit out so we went to the food court to scout for a prospect. Of course I didn't wear the bra or panties. I immediately found a good- looking guy and proceeded to give him a show. His erection told me that he liked what he saw so I went over to him and offered to help him with the problem I'd caused. His big smile was the answer I was hoping for so I led him out to our car where I gave him a blowjob while Byron watched. Tonight we're not only going to tell about our experience but we're also going to reenact it. This will be a first for us. I'm a little apprehensive because I haven't sucked a cock with other women watching since that first frat party years ago. Byron says I shouldn't worry though. "As soon as you see that hard cock in front of you, you'll forget about anything else," he said. I know he's right. There will be another first tonight. Two month's ago the club voted to change it's rules to permit any form of consensual sex as long as the partners and their spouses agreed to it. This means that tonight I can suck the cock of another husband and I have selected Jack Gardner. He checked with his wife Diane after Byron called him last week and she said she didn't mind. Actually I think Diane is letting him do this because she wants to fuck one of the other men. I've noticed how she and Barry Simon have flirted quite openly at recent meetings. Since the Simons are swingers and Barry's wife Sandy is admittedly bi, I'll bet that we'll be watching the three of them do a reenactment of one of the Simons' adventures sometime soon. Anyhow Byron and I can't wait for tonight. I chose Jack for my partner because I saw his cock when Gary and Mary Carr reenacted the sex show they did in their motel room. Jack was one of the many club members who masturbated while they watched. I noticed that Jack had an unusually thick cock and I told Byron that somehow I had to suck Jack's cock. We haven't been able to figure out a way to approach him until now. It's so thick I hope I can get it all in my mouth. It'll be a lot of fun trying anyhow and Byron says that once the other men in the club see my technique they'll all want to be my partner next time. That sounds great to me. I'll get to have double the fun. First I'll get to show off and suck guys' cocks during the month and then I'll get to suck other guys' cocks at the meeting while I reenact the shows and blowjobs that I did earlier. That certainly gives a confirmed cocksucker like me something to look forward to. ****************End**************** an original story by Lingus 5006 1.28/512345

Leasa

Leasa (Silicon Valley's `Blonde4Blacks') My name is Leasa. I work in Silicon Valley at a well know software firm as a marketing manager. I am 5'7", 118 and blonde and blue eyed. At 30 I've kept my body in good shape: 36C-24-35. Needless to say, I was voted prettiest girl in both my high school and my college senior class. Because of this most men have always been awkward and hesitant to approach me. I never had to learn to say "no" because the men were usually too insecure to approach me. I met my husband in the Valley, fell in love and got married last fall. Shortly thereafter a much older, black maintenance man at my company, named Amos, started flirting with me and asking me out to lunch. I, of course, would decline as politely and diplomatically as I could but I always felt awkward doing so. I told my husband about this but he would just laugh it off and joke about it. After all, he had seen Amos and knew he was well over 60, fat, missing a tooth or two, and just a homely man. Then, after a few weeks of this, one day Amos kind of cornered me in one of the hallways when no one else was around. "Hey sweets, you ready to go to lunch wit me yet?' he asked with a big smile showing a few missing teeth. "Amos, now you know I'm married and...uh...you know...it ...uh...well...it wouldn't be right," I stammered. But my hesitation just seemed to make him work harder at his objective. "Aw, c'mon baby, give a man a break. I's just wants to take you to lunch. Don't make an old man feel put down!" he said with this pained look on his face. I knew he was playing with me but still it all felt so awkward and difficult. "Well...I can't really..." "Baby, just one time!" he cut me off. I tried to think fast but all I could finally muster was: "Now Amos you know that..." As I spoke I noticed him looking at my breasts off and on. Slowly-I don't know how-I began to notice my nipples becoming erect. "Damn!" I thought, I hope he doesn't notice. But in my peripheral vision I could see they really were sticking out prominently against the fabric of my sheer blouse. I lost my train of thought as he looked time and time again at my growing nipples. "C'mon baby, ya can't says no forever," he smiled, obviously noticing my body's inexplicable arousal. Finally, I just ran out of energy and ideas of how to refuse. "Well...alright...but really just once...and please...you know...this is just as friends...ok?" With a big smile, Amos responded: "You bet baby, just a one time date, I know" "DATE!!!!" I thought. This isn't a date!!! But I couldn't muster anything that would come out of my mouth. Under this old black man's verbal onslaught I just stood there half smiling: confused and angry I had so easily been talked into this. As I backed away to take leave I noticed the bulge running down the left leg of his pants. My eye first glanced and then had to take a full look to see if what I thought I saw was what I really saw. It was! Amos' cock ran more than half way down to his knee and tented out from his pants obscenely. He saw me looking but just smiled and continued looking straight into my eyes. Then reaching over took my hand and said: "I really, really looking forward to this Leasa baby. I know you is too." Somehow my hand just responded and held his for a second as I reached to say something, anything to slow him down and get out of this whole thing. But all I could muster was... "Y-y-yes, Amos...I guess...I guess I am too..." I looked down again and found myself staring at the monstrosity that was his manhood, struggling to pull my eyes off it and leave. He still held my hand. And I still held his. Slowly I came back to reality, let go of his clutches and pulled away. He let go and backed off. A huge smile across his ape-like face. "See you tomorrow then sweet meat," he called as he backed off to go on his way. "O, Ok..." I mumbled. I felt confused and dizzy as I turned and walked to the door that opened to the next hallway. In the reflection of the glass door I could see this big, black man just standing there watching me as I walked down the hallway. For some reason I could not understand I found my heart pounding and my knees shaking. Then almost unconsciously I began a slightly, ever so slightly, exaggerated sway to my hips and ass as he watched intently. Why was I doing this!!! What was I thinking??? I had no--and have no--idea. But I did it. And as I did I looked into the door's glass to see his refection reaching down, stroking the serpentine bulge running down his left inseam. I walked through the doors and felt dizzy, faint. I went straight to the Ladies Room and into a booth. I thought, "God, I feel like I have to pee!" But when I peeled down my nylons to go I noticed a big wet splotch in the crotch. I sat on the toilet just staring into the crotch. Was I actually sexually excited by this pathetic old maintenance man? Did he have me this hot just by his flirting with me? My questions were soon answered as I found myself leaning back on the seat, my knees falling wide open, my fingers reaching unconsciously for my clitty and starting to work the stiff standing bud--furiously! My eyes closed, I could only see Amos' huge dick distorting the leg of his pants, trying to break free to get at-me! Oh! So hot! My fingers worked furiously. I started making high squeaking sounds as I neared a major orgasm. Then it broke and I had to stifle a scream. My fingers were flooded with my juice in a way no man had ever before been able to make me cum. When it was done I sat on the toilet. Stunned, dumbfounded. What had happened to me? Could it be? Could I be attracted to this laughable, old black? As in a trance, I tried to wipe my now sore pussy dry, get myself together and go back to my desk. But all day I was distracted by my shock that I'd excepted Amos' invitation. And, of course, by my body's arousal. What had come over me? What would my husband think if he ever knew? All day I tried to work...but my nipples continued to ache and my pussy lips remained swollen, leaking their excitement into the crotch of my hose. I got no work done all day. That evening when I got home Andy asked me how my day had gone and why I seemed so quiet. I couldn't say much, still confused and bewildered over the day's happenings. That night as I lay in bed waiting on him, he came into the bedroom naked. Looking confidently at me and smiling, he strode toward the bed. But all I could think of was how ridiculous he looked with his man- sized body and, seemingly, child sized penis and testicles. After he climbed into bed he started to mount me. As usual I had to help guide his 4 inch penis into me. Strangely I felt almost repulsed by his naked body. Somehow it seemed deficient in some masculine way. Only later did I realize I was subconsciously comparing his manhood to Amos'. He began to hump into me and then slipped out. "God, he's so little," I caught myself thinking. I put him back in and he began again. By the third or fourth hump he began grunting and going through the usual gyration of his orgasm. I found myself annoyed. All this grunting and bluster about what I knew was a drip of semen. When I had given him oral sex in the past, I found I often didn't even know when he came-except for all the grunting and writhing around-because his cum was so minimal. After he stopped, he rolled over and was snoring in minutes. It was then I realized how pathetic our sex life was. As he snored away I closed my eyes and found myself seeing Amos' bulge down the inseam of his trousers. Its length and thickness. Its power, nearly ripping through his pants...for me. All of that size and urgency because of his desire, his lust, for me. Soon my hands were beneath the covers working furiously again at my clit. Sore as the bud was I needed relief from my growing excitement. As Andy snored my hand worked away and my legs spread ever wider. I was building toward a fantastic explosion. I could hear the sticky squishing of my fingers as they worked away at my flooding channel. Then it broke!!! Wave after wave of pure passion!!! "OOOhhh!!!!!!" I half moaned, half screamed, again and again, as I rode multiples of my lusty, mind numbing orgasms. When I was done I lay there in a sweat panting heavily trying to regain myself. Andy continued snoring and I fell off into a deep sleep. The next day at lunch I honestly hoped Amos would forget all about it. But it was foolish of me to think he would. "Ready for our date?" he said as he ambled up to my desk. I wanted to scream, "THIS ISN'T A DATE!!!" and just explain to him it was "just" lunch. But nothing came out of my mouth. I just smiled weakly. Inside I just didn't want a scene; plus, I knew it would do no good. He would never listen. As we walked out to his car in the parking lot I could feel his hand gently on the small of my back. "Unbelievable! This old, black, maintenance man has the gall to put his arm around me," I thought to myself. But again, I couldn't bring myself to object and create some kind of scene or confrontation. So I let it go. By the time we got within a few feet of his car I could feel him becoming bolder and definitely let his hand rest on my lower back. He now definitely had his arm around me. He opened the door of his old , dirty '89 Cadillac for me and let me slide in. As I did I noticed his eyes taking a nice long, obvious look up under the short leather mini skirt I was wearing. Why had I worn this sexy little skirt, I thought to myself. But as I waited for him to go around to his door, I realized my heart was beating heavily in my chest. I'd liked that he looked up my skirt. As he slid in his side of the car I smiled over meekly at him. He looked into my eyes, smiled then turned and started the engine. After we backed out and turned onto the road he casually put his big, black hand onto my knee, squeezed it gently and said: "You joinin' me today a dream come true, Leasa." My heart bled for him. It was such a nice thing to say. I felt guilty for all the laughing my husband and I had done about his flirtations. This poor beast really admired me so. I wanted to remove his hand from my knee-it was completely inappropriate-but after he said that...I just couldn't. I was afraid I'd hurt his feelings. So he drove on with his hand on my knee. Occasionally, running it slightly up to my lower thigh. I kept coming right to the point of saying stop. But it was so casual, so slight, I never quite felt he'd gone over the line. Yet as we approached the bar & grill he was taking me to for lunch, I suddenly thought, "What in the hell am I doing sitting here in a broken down old caddy with an old, black man-one my husband and I used to laugh about-letting him rest his hand on my knee and occasionally stroke my thigh like I was his damn white whore or something!!!" I felt somewhat stupefied and dazed as he opened the car door for us to enter the "Soul Train" Bar & Grill. All I could think of was how could I have let this all happen and what am I doing here. As we walked to the back door entrance from the parking lot something else bothered and alarmed me. The warm wetness I felt again in the crotch of my hose...obviously brought on from Amos' gentle handling of my knee and thigh. "What is happening to me, " I wondered. As we walked into the seedy bar Amos suddenly grabbed my hand, holding it in his as if I really was his woman. My immediate reaction was to pull it away but as we walked through the bar area and all the patrons-who were older, seedy looking, black men-stared at us, I felt I didn't want to create an embarrassing situation. Besides the way the place quieted down and these old men stared at me, some with their jaws agape, made me feel something strange that I didn't understand at first. But as we walked by them I found myself slowly holding Amos' hand more firmly. I also found myself standing tall, strutting somewhat, beside and slightly behind him...somehow proud of their admiration-even awe-of me. And especially in awe of the fact that I was being paraded about hand in hand by their buddy Amos. I quickly found my nipples betraying me again as Amos paraded me in front of his buddies on the way toward our booth. They poked out prominently as these old men ogled my bouncing breasts. Damn! I thought. Why did I wear such a sheer bra. But in the back of my mind I knew this was strangely exciting me against my will. I enjoyed these old blacks staring and looking me up and down, licking their lips lustfully. And I was also excited by how Amos glowed with pride to be with this young, shapely blonde. Hand in hand, showing her off as his `date' for all his horny, old, pals to envy. We stopped along the way as Amos introduced me to one or two of his buddies as his "lunch date". As he'd say this, I'd at first feel my temper rising that he would introduce me as his date...then somehow it would melt away as these men would look me up and down and whistle. "Well, Amos, you doin' awright, man!" one said. I found myself blushing. As I did, I could feel Amos lightly squeezing my hand. Unbelievably, I found myself giving his hand a slight squeeze back. "What was I doing!?!" I screamed to myself. But as I stood there smiling demurely behind him-behaving every inch the role of his woman-I found myself shyly looking to the floor as his buddy would occasionally glance over from their conversation, obviously checking out my tits and my now obscenely protruding nipples. Why couldn't I get control of this situation I would keep thinking to myself. But then Amos would lead me to the next buddy for a quick intro, almost like a warrior showing newly won spoils of battle to his countrymen. And somehow it aroused me. Soon Amos led me to our booth. When I sat down, rather than sitting opposite me, he slid in beside me on my side of the booth. As we looked at the menu, Amos once again placed his large black hand onto my knee. After squeezing it slightly, he resumed the slow, ever so slight stroking of my lower thigh. This obviously impressed his pals sitting at the bar who could see from their vantage point everything going on above and below the booth table. I became very angry that he would show me off like his whore in this way and decided I would put and end to it right then and there. After mustering some courage I slowly put my hand under the table and placed it on his. Slowly I held his hand and squeezed it gently. My way of saying, please stop. Amos, gently squeezed my hand back, held it for a few seconds, then amazingly let go and proceeded to rub my thigh-even more blatantly and higher than before! I couldn't believe it. I suddenly realized that this uncouth and uneducated black Neanderthal misread my signal as one of encouragement!!! Now what could I do? I was angry and frustrated, but also somewhat defeated. I couldn't think of how to stop this short of a confrontation that I didn't feel up to at all considering the environment I was in and the exhibition Amos and I had just put on for all these onlookers. His hand was now stroking from my knee to well up under my leather mini. He was now sliding his hand just inches from my moistened pussy. At times he would reach under and grab a handful of my thigh, then run his hand back down to my knee. Then up again under my skirt. Which was slowly becoming bunched up around my waist. All the while the men at the bar staring intently and at times whispering to each other. I felt like some erotic night club act the way these men openly stared at Amos' pawing of my thigh. Then Amos looked over at me and looked into my eyes. I had no idea what to expect as I looked into his homely old face. Without warning he leaned over and put his thick, black African lips to mine! "Oh my God!" my mind screamed. This can't be happening to me! No, no, no!!! Please God, let me wake up from this nightmare! But this was no dream to wake up from. I could feel his thick lips pressing mine and working my lips slowly, confidently, erotically open. And then the warm wetness of his long, thick snaking tongue into my mouth. I hesitantly was trying to push him away but my hands just touched his chest. They froze in place and didn't push at all. Why would he just start so confidently frenching me in front of this crowd? My mind struggled to think of what to do as my mouth was being worked open by Amos' oral ministrations. But then I realized what had spurred him on to do what he did as his hand continued stroking high up under my skirt. I realized that the moment he looked over at me he had just reached high enough up my thigh to feel my spreading wetness. My wetness told him I was now his. And his tongue continued to push through my lips and coil around my tongue. And I admit my lips, so little at first I hardly noticed, began to work back. My mind felt like it was going blank, surrendering as I began, finally, kissing him back hungrily. Offering my tongue fully to him with complete abandonment- for all to see. Then he took hold of my arm and without pausing from our passionate frenching put it around his neck. I needed no more encouragement. I began stroking his neck, the back of his old balding head with a passion I'd never had before while making out with any man...including my husband. I felt Amos begin to stroke my face and then let his hand slide down to my breast. At first stroking it, then beginning to paw it heavily. Soon Amos was grotesquely mauling my tits through my sheer blouse. Squeezing them and pinching my swollen nipples. He continued tweaking my nipples even pulling them out obscenely, I am sure to impress his leering pals at the bar with his command over the white blonde he was conquering and making into his whore right in front of them. As we now were slobbering into each others mouths we noticed a man standing next to the booth. It was an older black man whom apparently Amos knew and who owned the bar. As we stopped our tonguing and looked up at him, Amos' hand still working away at my tit, he said, "Why don't you two take it to the back room". And then he threw a key onto the table and walked away. Amos picked it up and began pulling me by the hand from the table toward a room in the back of the bar. As I rose from the table I could see my blouse was half undone and my leather mini skirt was embarrassingly bunched up around my waist more like a thick belt than a skirt. As I tried to push it down with my free hand I realized every man at the bar could see the large wet spot on my crotch. They now all knew how wet I was for Amos. As Amos pulled me to the back room, I could see these old blacks rubbing their dicks through there pants and mumbling obscenities about me as we passed by them. In shock I thought to myself, "God, I really have become this old, black man's whore. Can't I even say no to an over sexed, black maintenance worker?" When we got into the back room Amos closed the door and faced me. Right then and there I wanted to say no more take me home. But he just grabbed me into his arms and began kissing me deeply. I responded immediately this time, my tongue exploring his mouth. When he broke away from my arms he shoved me back onto a half-bed, half-cot in the office. He looked down at me and began unbuttoning his shirt. "Get undressed, " he commanded, almost casually. I hesitated for a long moment. I wanted to say no. I thought of my husband. Then I pictured him walking toward me in the bedroom with his infantile genitalia swinging between his legs. I began unbuttoning my blouse. Soon I had undone my bra, slid it off, and began sliding out of my skirt. Meanwhile, Amos was done removing his clothes and I could hear him grunting approval at my free swinging breasts as I continued removing my skirt and shoes. In the corner of my eye I could see his enormous uncut, dick bobbing its head approvingly at my nakedness-just inches away from my face. I looked up at it and became transfixed staring at this massive black organ. It appeared almost alive, bobbing its huge bulbous head, covered by thick flaps of skin, and drooling precum profusely. I thought it was hideous, yet gorgeous in some inexplicable way--and it just drove my heart wild with growing excitement! Amos reached over and began peeling down my panty hose. As he did we could both see the huge wet splotch my excitement had deposited into the crotch. They were ruined. Ruined from my uncontrolled lust for this black janitor. Completely naked now I lay back on the cot and looked up at him. His incredible dick stood out from him now, curving at an 80 degree angle from his body. It was at least a foot long and 5 inches around. I never imagined any horse, much less a man, could be so big. As I laid there staring at it and he down at me, I lifted my gaze finally to his eyes. We looked deep into each others eyes and, as we did, I slowly lifted and spread my legs, inviting him into me. He knelt onto the bed and positioned his meaty, African weapon into place against my swollen and soaked pussy lips. One thrust forward and he was into me three inches. As he began truly mounting me-slowly pulling out and more quickly plunging back in--each thrust brought more and more of him into me. It seemed the depth of his penetration would never end. I grunted with each spear-like thrust. I felt skewered by this black stallion of a man. And he continued now with greater speed and power. Finally, he brought his arms down under my thighs and bent me back, my legs over his shoulders. At this point he seemed like a man possessed. He hissed: "I wanted a white bitch like you in a position like dis all my life. Now you's go' get it, you fuckin' white, trash `ho!!!" At this he began slamming his dick into me without mercy! Slap, bam! Slap, bam! Slap, bam!!! As he slammed his oversized organ deep into my womb he also slammed me and the whole bed into the wall. The racket we made between his body slapping into mine, the bed slamming into the wall, and my ooohhs and ahhhss with each penetrating hump was creating a loud racket. Through the walls I could hear the black patrons all whooping it up in the bar, cheering, whistling, laughing, and shouting all matter of lewd and crude remarks about the blonde bitch old Amos was "givin' some bone to". They were cheering on there old homey who they could now clearly hear banging the living shit out of some uppity blonde wife from Silicon Valley. They were just loving it! And so was I...as the pounding I was receiving drove on and on. All I could think was, "Oh my God, how can he do it? How can he keep up this pace?" Slam! Slam! Slam! He drove on giving me more and more of a ramming from his awesome ebony weapon. Slam! Slam! Slam! I felt I was being ridden by some kind of black bronc buster who would ride his blonde mare until she was completely broken, subdued. Bam! Bam! Bam! He was slamming away at greater and greater speed and power. After five to ten agonizing minutes of Amos' pounding into my aching pussy, I felt an enormous orgasm building. It built very quickly and then erupted in flashing light for me. I soon realized I was screaming, clutching him to me, my legs wrapped up around his pumping ass, his hips still pounding madly into my vaginal channel, breaking my pussy wide open like no man had ever done. Soon his grunting began and then came one final, very hard slam deep into my pelvis. Like molten lava I could feel him spewing himself deep into my womb. I knew he was impregnating me right at that moment. And I knew I would forever be his for the rest of my life. When he was done I looked up at him, pulled his head down to me, put my lips to his and kissed him deep and long. My tongue snaked into his mouth. We kissed deeply for minutes. When our lips softly parted I whispered to him, "I love you." His big homely, black face broke into a huge grin. "Likes I told you, babe," he said, "if you just give dis nigga a chance, I make you one happy, lil' slut for black dick." He slowly withdrew what appeared to me a black, slimy python from my still clutching pussy lips. He pulled out with a pop as my pussy was now so agitated with lust for him it did not want to let him go. As he turned his back to me and lit a cigarette, I sat up and leaned on one arm just gazing at him. He was fat, his big black ass cheeks sagged from behind, and his gut bulged even from the sides. He didn't have love handles, they were more like saddles. Then as my gaze lowered, between his skinny, bow legs hung the most enormous, out-sized pair of balls I have ever seen. They hung a full half a foot down from his groin. They were easily the size of tennis balls. As I just sat transfixed looking at these big, hairy things I concluded again that for sure this man had just seeded me. I would certainly be mothering his child within the year. No woman could receive a discharge from a pair of testes of these dimensions without being fertilized. As my admiring gaze continued, I could see that hanging even below his elephantine balls was a still semi hard, horse-like cock. It hung its still swollen head down at least 3 inches below his low slung balls. And hanging from the uncircumcised cock head was a gooey rope of semen still drooling from his dick. As he turned to me I was almost shocked by his ugliness. His gut was huge, his smirk revealed some missing teeth, some gold teeth, his nose flat and wide across his face, and his genitalia were just plain `abnormal' in their size. But in my eyes all I could see was an incredibly masculine, African tribal chief who had just seeded his white slave girl. And he did it as only an African chieftain could. Violently and completely! I realized that this African specimen of a man was far different, far more powerful than any of the white `boys' I had been with before. And I wanted more... Let me know if YOU'd like more too. Write me at leasa24@hotmail.com 4 9585 1.77/512345

Peeking Tom

To: My Friends on the Net From: SeeShow Subject: Received this 'True Story" from a friend. Tom spies on his Cheating wife. PEEKING TOM Jim. I've found it hard to belive some of the stories I have read on the net about the sexual adventures of some people. But now that something terrifically exciting has happened to me, maybe I'll be less of a doubting Thomas. I promise you that the following story is true in every respect. I have changed some of the names but other than that I swear it's all true. My wife, Cindy, and I have been married for about five years now and I have no complaints of her in the sex department. She is always willing and eager to get into bed with me and so I thought she was also perfectly content with our sex life. Recently I found out that wasn't necessarily true. I guess this is where my story really begins. About two weeks ago she got a call out of the blue from an old boyfriend of her's, I'll call him Jack. When he found out she was now in real estate sales she said he called her to list his condo unit on the lake. Apparently, he has a new job that's going to take him out of town soon. According to my wife he wanted to meet her after his work day at a nearby cocktail lounge because finding the condo unit was difficult. I was a little concerned, knowing that Cindy had found Jack to be very sexually attractive to her before dating me. When I expressed my concerns she only laughed and told me that she was a happily married woman now. Somehow, though, the gleam in her eyes told me my worries were not unfounded. She took her time getting dressed for her meeting with Jack putting on a sexy mini-dress and some really hot underwear for the occasion. She came out of the bedroom with her light raincoat covering up her sexy dress. She was unaware of the fact that I had gone up to the bedroom quietly, cracked the door and had watched her slipping into her sexy cloths. I didn't confront her about it, but I had the feeling I'd better follow her to make sure this was just another real estate listing and not some tryst. She wound up at a swanky little cocktail lounge on the edge of the city, close to the lake condominiums. Fortunately it was fairly crowded and I was able to slip into a nearby booth without her being aware I was there. Jack greeted her with a quick kiss and hug and then sat close beside her. It was a little too noisy for me to hear what they were saying, but from time to time I could hear my wife's lilting laugh and Jack's exclamations. They couldn't see me from their angle but I could plainly see them, including their hand holding and his other hand moving up and down her arm from time to time. After a couple of drinks his hand strayed below the table and I couldn't see it. But by the look of surprised delight on my wife's face I had a feeling he was now moving it up and down her leg with her tacit approval. After another drink, I heard him say. "Well let's look at where I should price my condo. After all that's why I called you." Cindy just gave a knowing smile and they walked out of the bar hand in hand. As he helped her into his car, he gave her ass a quick squeeze, which she didn't seem to object to. I followed them at a safe distance as they drove to his condo on the lake, wondering how far my wife would allow him to go. His condo was a second story unit that they went up to from the outside steps. After they went into his place I went up the steps after them and was pretty sure that I'd be stymied from seeing anything further since the only windows were on the back of the units. Somehow I was in luck. The unit next to his was vacant and the door wasn't locked. I went inside trying to listen through the walls, but I really couldn't hear anything. Then I noticed that there was a slider door at the rear of the unit. I went outside onto the balcony and stepped over the little barrier to Jack's back balcony. Again luck was with me because he had left his window open a crack and the blinds were not pulled all the way to the bottom. This enabled me to hear their conversation clearly. By crouching below the window and peeking at the bottom I could see without being very noticeable. This window was the one looking into his master bedroom. I cautiously crept down under the window for fear of being caught. I needn't have worried because they were already too occupied with one another to be vary aware of anything else around them. He was holding her in his arms, kissing her neck and earlobes as she moaned in delight. He began to french kiss her at the same time reaching behind her back and bringing her zipper all the way down. My wife made no protests as the dress slipped carelessly to the floor revealing her scantily clad ass and breasts. As a matter of fact, I saw her reach down to his crotch and give his bulge a little squeeze. He dropped his pants and underpants off quickly as they swung onto the water bed. My wife boldly removed her bra to expose her delightful 36D's for his full inspection and then took his cock into one of her hands. I realized now why she was always so quite about her sexual relations with Jack. She probably didn't want to hurt my feelings about the size of his cock in comparison to mine. The guy had a dong like a stud horse! She could hardly rap her hand around it. The surprising thing to me was that instead of getting jealous, the vision in front of me was turning me on. In spite of the fact that the woman who was fondling this large dick was my wife, or maybe because of it, my dick was getting rock hard. I took my prick out of my pants as they started tongue kissing again and began to stroke it. When they broke off their passionate embrace for a second, Cindy said, "Oh Jack, I've missed this big thing so much." As she said it, she leaned her head down to it and began licking and sucking his cock. She slurped it noisily, looking up on occasion to give him a wicked smile. With her saliva still dripping from his cock head, Cindy told him she had to have him inside her again. She slid around on the bed opening her still nylon-clad legs in a wanton spread. Once he had his cock poised at the entry way to her passage she sighed and lustily invited him to fuck her good. She had a look of heavenly delight as he slipped his monster dick into her slit. She grabbed his buttocks and forced the last several inches into her at a faster pace then he was going. There was no question that she loved the ride he was giving her and she pumped back against his every trust with just as much or more force then he was giving to her. As he approached his orgasmic delight, she yelled, "Fuck me, Oh yes fuck me with that big wonderful prick of yours. I've missed it so much. Ohh cum all over my big tits. DOO ITTTT!!" It was more than I could take. I started spilling a quart of my cum all over the balcony just as Jack took his cock from her pussy in time to spill his load all over her boobs. She spread his gooey cum all over her breasts with such delight, dipping her fingers into her mouth to enjoy the taste of his warm jism. She looked like a sailors wet dream at this point and I wanted to stick around a little longer, but I knew I'd better make a hasty retreat before anyone spotted me. I exited the same way I got there, through the vacant next door condo and went home to wait for my wife. When she arrived, I asked her how her meeting went with Jack. She replied, "Oh, it went O.K., he really is such a bore. I don't know what I ever saw in him. The exciting news is that he is listing the condo with me. I went over and took all the measurements to do a market analysis then had to go to the office to draw up the listing for him to sign. That's what took me so long. He's willing to be realistic about the price, so I think I can get it sold soon!" Boy, you talk about changing the subject and covering her tracks. In one paragraph she laid out why she had been gone for two hours and diverted my personal question to one dealing with her business. I didn't bother telling her that I had seen her fucking and sucking Jack from my vantage point below his window; the truth of the matter is that I realized it was purely sexual on her part, not love, and besides I really wanted another chance to see them in action. As I said this all happened two weeks ago. and it's amazing how many clients she claims to have taken to look at the condo. In fact, she has been running over there just about each and every evening. I know that the real reason is so she can fuck with Jack. But that's O.K., cause I've been watching their sex show every time and cuming right with them! Next time I'm taking my video cam-corder to get it all, so when Jack leaves town, I'll always be able to view my sexy wife in action! Your Friend...TOM 4900 1.14/512345

The Double Dirty Dick

The Double Dirty Dick You can read ?Taking Linda?s Ass? to get caught up on my experiences with this wonderful married, white woman. Linda and I worked at the same hospital and I enjoyed fucking her, and being her first black man, while still fucking my recovering slut of a girlfriend, Julie. Fast forward 3 months and Linda and I got together about once a week. Julie and I were still going at it like rabbits so Linda was aware that she was ?sharing? me with. She was fine with that but she had one rule: I could never fuck Linda after fucking Julie in the same day. Linda and I normally fucked at lunch so that meant morning fucks with Julie (it was common for me to spend the nights at Julie?s place) were out of the question on the days I had a lunch fuck scheduled with Linda. You might also remember that Linda and Julie were pretty good friends. That all changed one Saturday afternoon when Julie was scheduled to help Linda with some event at her sons? soccer games. Linda was a soccer mom and Julie volunteered to help with registration at a spring practice session that served as a tryout for the league. Linda drove down from her house in Niles, Michigan and Julie was to meet her at Tarkington Elementary School for this event. Tarkington was right around the corner from my apartment at Hickory Village. Julie decided to surprise me by showing up for a quickie before she was due to meet Linda at the registration. I guess it?s too bad that the surprise turned out to be on Julie. She came into my apartment and proceeded to drop her warmup pants down to her ankles, bend over the side of a couch and ask me to give her something to remember at the soccer registration. I stuck my cock in her pussy and started thrusting away mindlessly, as one might thrust to complete a quickie fuck?well?quickly! I decided to slow down and Julie asked me if I was doing so because I was close to blowing my load in her cunt and I said that wasn?t the reason. I was just interested in keeping her in my apartment long enough to make her late for Linda?s event. I managed to do just that and Linda was pissed about Julie?s irresponsible behavior. Linda had no idea why Julie was late and I never told her. As time went on, Linda became more interested in sticking it to Julie. She knew that I would fuck Julie in the afternoon after work when I had already fucked Linda at lunch. I told her that I always showered so Julie wouldn?t get dirty dicked, and Linda became increasingly interested in seeing me put my used (Linda?s description of my freshly fucked dick) cock in Julie. I started to do so and that just made Linda more eager to humiliate Julie even more. Being a pig myself, I decided to turn the tables on Linda to really show her who ran things in these very complicated relationships I had back in the day. Linda and Julie had one dress they had in common. It was a red and black number that each liked and believed showed their assets off properly. Linda was about 5?7? with a nice body for a 40 something soccer mom. She had smallish breasts, very long legs and a nice white-girl booty. She wore this dress with nude stockings and fuck me pumps. Pulled it off quite well and was always quite fuckable when she chose this ensemble. Julie was about 5?2? and was built to fuck. She has big tits and a bubble butt that would make any ass man cringe when thinking of driving his dick in her ass. She wore her dress with black tights and flat shoes. Not the best look given her short frame, but, again, she was truly fuckable in this dress. They each knew the other had the same dress but they never wore it on the same day. I decided that there was no better way for me to fix them both than to see to it that each experienced the other?s pussy juice while wearing the same thing. I invited myself over to Julie?s apartment the night before the deed was to be done. I told her that I wanted her to wear ?the dress? the next day at work. Unbeknown to her, I already had Linda scheduled to wear the same thing. Linda wanted them to look the same so people could do a comparison and determine for themselves that Julie had nothing on Linda as far as looks went. Julie and I didn?t fuck that night and that was quite unusual for us. I told her that I wanted to save myself for the next morning because I wanted her to go to work with her pussy filled with my jizz. We got up the next morning, fooled around a bit in the shower and I waited for her to get her hair and makeup done. When she was all set to go to work, she hopped up on the bed and I took her from the back. She liked doggie style, but she, being consumed with her appearance, didn?t want to ruin her hair and makeup before she left for work. I was pretty gentle with her and just did enough to plant my seed deep in her womb. I wanted her wet and sloppy that day. I congratulated myself as I watched her drive off to work, waited about 20 minutes and followed her into the office. Linda was already in her office when I got there and I just gave her a thumbs up when I stuck my head in the door. She ran down to the department where Julie worked and all the gals had a laugh at these two dressed almost identically. Nobody knew at the time that Julie had a pussy full of cum, a black man?s cum at that, in her. Of course, they also had no idea that Linda would receive the same treatment lunch. As Linda and I walked back to our part of the building, I just mentioned to her that I was going to fuck her at lunch. Usually, we made these arrangements in a more collaborative manner, but I felt I was owed some pussy after I did my part to get Julie in the same dress that Linda wore that day. Linda came to my apartment and undressed before she hopped in my bed. I went down on her to get her nice and wet. I knew the dried pussy juice from my morning fuck with Julie would make for extra friction and I didn?t want Linda to know that I was about to violate my promise never to fuck Julie first. Once Linda came down from a series of orgasms, I simply mounted her missionary and then put her legs up over my shoulders. I liked this position because it was fun to tell Linda that I was scraping the cobwebs off the back of her pussy? the part her shrimp-dicked white husband had never experienced. She had her predictable reaction to being deep schlonged by my black cock and I unloaded my spunk her once I knew she was satisfied with the fuck. She giggled when we were finished because she felt triumphant about having my cum inside her knowing that Julie would get used goods that afternoon. She screamed, ?Got that dumb bitch,? as she left my apartment to return to work. Little did she know that I got her stupid married white ass, too. She was squirming a bit when she left because I made her keep my spunk inside her. She was used to me wanting my DNA in her but, of course, she had absolutely no idea that she had Julie?s DNA in as well. Back at the office, I sent a series of emails to Julie to let her know that I wanted to have a more complete fuck than the one we had that morning before work. We met at her place and I pushed her down on her knees. Being a slut, she knew what this meant and proceeded to pull my dick out of my pants and noticed that it was clearly used from being inside pussy. I questioned her hesitancy to suck my cock and reminded her that the pussy juice on my cock was from our morning fuck. A complete lie, but what did I care. I was about to dirty dick this slut in the mouth. She sucked for a while until I got bored with that. She got herself on the bed and I fucked her to multiple orgasms and finally busted my nuts in her pussy. As we lay in bed, she was thrilled about the day?s events and asked me if I thought she looked hotter than Linda. I thought about it and replied, ?I don?t know if hotter is it. It?s just different.? She smirked about getting a better fuck than Linda surely would have received. I giggled because I marked my territory in these white women and made sure each shared in the other?s DNA. It was a very nasty day for these dirty-dicked white gals!! 26080 1.42/512345

Jazz Age Ch. 02

The Jazz Age Chapter Two: The Love Nest Charlie Desmond, the husband of Nancy Desmond, had a great faith in the future of America. Along with most of the men he knew, he thought the business of America was business and that was that. The business of America was business and the future of business looked good. No, he thought it was better than that. The business of America was business and the future of business looked smashing. In the year 1928 that darling of the business community Mr. Bruce Barton announced to the country that Jesus Christ was the greatest businessman who ever lived. Hadn't Jesus brought together twelve top salesmen to sell religion to the world? Jesus would understand, Barton said. Jesus would understand, all right. Jesus would understand that business was something good. Business was the business of America. People had to understand that promoting American business was not only patriotic but enobling and virtuous. Give of thyself to thy brethren by sharing in the consumption of what this great land produces. Salesmen were whipped into a fervor to get the people to buy, no matter how, get the first installment and a contract for the rest of the cost. Get them to buy. Get in the door and sell, sell, sell. And it worked. People bought. One company after another grew fat with profits. And there was cash aplenty, all the cash any business might need. Gold poured in from abroad in payment of loans to foreign countries and the banks were awash with cash. The bankers of America quickly loaned the money out to the American businessman to pump up the business boom even further. Stock market speculation was now feverish, broker loans to investors greater than ever before in history. The country seemed headed for unlimited prosperity, the number of millionaires doubling each year, paradise just over the horizon. The Secretary of Commerce Mr. Herbert Clark Hoover proclaimed: "We in America today are nearer to the final triumph over poverty than ever before in the history of any land. The poor-house is vanishing from among us." In the meantime Charlie and Nancy Desmond's townhouse in Gramercy Park was anything but a poor-house. Charles Earnest Desmond achieved his dreams of success in the five years between 1923 and 1928. He was among the first of the new generation of Wall Street attorneys to specialize in consolidations, mergers, malgamations, and absorptions of American corporations, the fusion of property, ownership, and management of business concerns. He chose well. By 1925 American business was already showing signs of merger fever, mergers and more mergers of corporations and public utilities and banks resulting from the enormous amount of cash available. By 1928 Charlie Desmond was a senior partner in the law offices of Haskins, Mason, and Shibley, and at the age of thirty-eight he had a net income of nearly eighty thousand dollars a year. In 1928 that was enough to make a man feel rich. That was enough money to buy ten fully equipped Lincoln towncars. In addition to the income from Charlie's law practice, the Desmonds had by way of Nancy's money substantial stock in the Chrysler Motor Company. In 1928 the stock was worth twenty times what they'd paid for it in 1923. Now at the end of a long day in the middle of October, Charlie was in his office thinking about relaxation. His desk was clean and in ten minutes the driver provided by the firm would have the Cadillac waiting for him on Broad Street. Charlie pulled the telephone toward him, lifted the receiver and dialed a number. "Garage," a voice on the line said. "This is Mr. Desmond. Tell Dugan I'm using a taxi this evening. Tell him I'll see him in the morning as usual." "Yes, Mr. Desmond." And that was that. Charlie felt better now. Once a decision was made he always felt better about it. He left his briefcase on the desk because he knew he wouldn't be needing it tonight. He put on his coat and hat and a few minutes later he was down on the street waving his arm at a cab. "220 West Forty-eighth Street," Charlie said. He checked his pocket to make sure he had the key. That was one key he never kept in his key-case. * * * The building had a doorman, a clean lobby, and two elevators. Charlie rode one of the elevators to the eighth floor and then he walked down the corridor to the door he wanted. He pushed the buzzer and waited, and when he decided she wasn't home he used his key. He opened the door, walked inside and closed the door behind him. "Rita?" Just to make sure she wasn't in the bathroom or asleep on the bed. But after a quick glance into the bedroom, he was certain she was out. Maybe shopping or at the hairdresser. This was one of the days she expected him and he had no doubt she'd arrive soon. He slipped out of his coat and he hung it in the hall closet. Then he brought some ice out of the refrigerator and he carried it to the living room to mix a Scotch highball. He sipped the drink and he felt better. When he visited Rita the first drink always made him feel better. The furniture still looked good. She'd been in the apartment six months now, but she took care of things. She was a neat girl, no sign of a mess, no ashes in the ashtrays. He'd bought some of the furniture second-hand, but it looked good as new and Rita said she liked everything. He took his jacket off, and then he removed his tie and opened his collar. Then he heard the key in the door, and when he turned around the door opened and Rita came in. "Charlie honey." "Hello kitten." She slipped her coat off and smiled at him. She wore red lipstick, a necklace of black beads, a red dress with a pleated skirt and red shoes with high heels. She was a dark-haired girl with a big bust and long legs, just his type. Nancy had no bust at all, but Nancy was his wife and he didn't mind it. Rita was something else. She came over to him now and she leaned forward to kiss his lips. "I love Manhattan," she said. She'd arrived in New York two years ago from Easton, Pennsylvania. "I guess you had a nice time today," Charlie said. "I'm getting an audition at the Harem Club." "You're not serious." "No, I mean it. I have a friend who works there and she's fixed it for me." "Well, that's fine. We can drink to that." After she poured some Scotch into a glass, they drank a toast to the audition at the Harem Club. He'd been in the place once or twice, and he remembered the chorus girls didn't wear much when they came out to do their number. "Will you come to see me if I dance there?" "What do you think?" "I think you'll come to see me." Then she came into his arms and he kissed her. She pressed against him and he could feel her breasts against his chest. She still had her heels on and she was a little taller than he was. He put his drink down on the closest table and he kissed her again. Her mouth had a sweet taste and he always liked it. He ran his hands over the curves of her ass and then he squeezed her buttocks while he had his tongue in her mouth. She pulled her mouth away and tickled his ear with her lips. "I think you're hot," she said. "You can find out." "I already know it." "I can't stay long." She pouted at him. "You always say that." "Well it's true." She touched him then. She passed her right hand over his fly and pressed against it. "I hope I get that job at the Harem Club." "Maybe you will." Her fingers worked at the buttons. Then she slid her hand inside his fly and she brought his penis out in the open. "Mmmm, he's ready for it, isn't he? Let's get some of your clothes off. You just sit down on the sofa." He sat down and watched her while she removed his shoes. She was a sweet girl and he liked the way she treated him. He wasn't that happy about the Harem Club. She'd be out there dancing half naked and maybe soon he'd find himself with competition. He had enough competition downtown and he didn't need it here too. After the shoes were off, she pulled his suspenders down and then she pulled his trousers off his legs. And then his undershorts. Now all he had on was the white shirt and the black socks held up by garters on his calves. His cock stuck out like a pink flagpole. She smiled at it, used two fingers to pull the foreskin down to expose his glans, then lowered her face to get the knob in her mouth. Nancy did it once in a while, but she was never as good as Rita. When Nancy did it there was always a reason for it, something she wanted from him, a promise about something. It was never money because she had money of her own and she could buy nearly anything she wanted. Whatever it was, she never told him about it until later, maybe the next day, and then he would learn what it was and why she had done it in the first place. With Rita there was never something he was going to find out tomorrow. She did it because she knew he liked it. He paid the rent and he gave her money to live on and he'd put the furniture in the place and if he liked it she would do it. They never talked about it but they both understood it. It was honest, wasn't it? Maybe it was more honest than what he had with Nancy. Rita gave a last lick with her tongue and then she rose up. "You always taste so delicious. Now it's me that's hot." "Well, come on," he said. "Here?" "Sure, why not?" She giggled. She was hot all right. He could tell it by the sparkle in her eyes. She pulled her dress up and dropped her step-ins, stepped out of them and tossed them away. She wore flesh-colored stockings held up by pink garters. The tuft of dark hair at the joining of her thighs didn't do much to cover anything. She came forward to straddle his knees, and as her thighs opened he looked directly at her cunt. "I think you still like me," she said. "Can't you tell?" "Yes I think so." Then she sat down on his cock. She used a hand to get him inside, and then she pushed down and the warm glove of her vagina gripped his penis. "Charlie sweet..." "Keep moving." "I'm never going to stop." At the end he closed his eyes and he just let go of everything. He felt as if all day had been nothing, just something leading up to this. He came inside her with a long groan, let go of everything, and then she climbed off him and he stretched out on the sofa and he went to sleep. Later, when he opened his eyes again, he heard her singing in the bathroom. He lay there on the sofa and he looked at the yellow ceiling. Stupid color for a ceiling, he'd never liked it. Maybe in a month or two he'd have them paint it again. His left hand was wedged between the sofa cushion and the back of the sofa, and now his fingers felt something. Whatever it was, he pulled it out and held it up to his face. What he saw was a gold cufflink. He looked at it and looked at it and he knew damn well it wasn't his. * * * A few days later a man called Malone sat in Charlie's office with his right leg crossed over his left leg. "Do you mind if I smoke?" "Go right ahead," Charlie said. He pushed the ashtray out to the corner of the desk where Mr. Malone could reach it. Charlie was standing at the side of the desk and he could see Mr. Malone's scuffed black shoes. Mr. Malone wore a starched white collar that looked to be a size too small for his neck. He had an open notebook in his lap and a cigarette in his mouth. Charlie sat down behind his desk and now, thank God, he could see less of Mr. Malone. "Confidential," Charlie said. Mr. Malone nodded. "You know me, Mr. Desmond. I've worked for this firm a long time." "This is personal." Mr. Malone nodded again. "I've done a few of those here. Sometimes people think they need a man they haven't used before, but it's always better to work with someone you know." "That's what I've been thinking." "I'm very good with personal stuff." "No talk about it to anyone, Malone." "You have my word, Mr. Desmond." Charlie sighed. "It's not my wife." Malone nodded again. His face was blank, a blank red face, a round head, the dark hair combed straight back and plastered down with Vitalis. "It's not my wife," Charlie said again. "It's a woman I know." Malone pulled a fountain pen out of the breast pocket of his jacket. He uncapped the pen and he held the pen poised in his right hand over the open notebook on his lap. "Her name is Rita Marascho. M-A-R-A-S-C-H-O. She uses the name Rita Murray when she works as an entertainer. Dancer, chorus girl, whatever. She's not working at the moment. The address is 220 West 48th Street and I'm the one who's paying the rent." "I get the picture, Mr. Desmond." "In confidence, Malone." "You have my word, Mr. Desmond. What is it you want to know about her?" "I want to know who visits her when I'm not there." Malone nodded as he wrote something down in his notebook. "Do you want just the visits to her place or the whole show? Maybe she's the one who does the visiting somewhere else." "The whole show." "Okay." "Fine." "Do you have a photograph?" "No, I don't have a photograph." "That's okay, we'll get one ourselves. No problem, Mr. Desmond, it'll take maybe a week or ten days. Unless you want more than that. On a job like this I use three people, so it can get to be expensive if it runs past a week or two." "Never mind the money, just get me the information." "Don't you worry, you'll get it, Mr. Desmond." * * * Malone was back in eleven days. "Close the door and sit down," Charlie said. Malone closed the door. He sat down in the same chair he'd sat in eleven days ago and he opened the manila envelope he'd brought in. He pulled out a stapled sheaf of onionskin pages and he put the pages on the desk. "That's the report, Mr. Desmond. We've been on her for ten days." Charlie ignored the report. "And what did you find?" Malone shrugged. "Nothing much. She's got a few people that she sees. Sometimes they come to the apartment and sometimes she meets them in a speak on Eighth Avenue. Most of them are women. There's no boyfriend that she sees, not in the past ten days. There was one guy who came to the flat, but he came with a girl and he was the girl's husband. Seems they were visiting from out of town. As far as I can tell, there's nobody else but you." "At least in the past ten days." Malone nodded. "At least in the past ten days." After Malone left, Charlie sat there staring at the closed door to his office. Then he reached for Malone's report and he put it back inside the manila envelope Malone had left on the desk. Maybe sometime later he would look at it, but not now. What now? he thought. She wasn't working, the audition at the Harem Club had turned out to be nothing. He'd had the cufflink looked at by a jeweler and it was solid gold. Someone in the apartment with solid gold cufflinks. Maybe he visits her only once or twice a month. Or maybe she's honest, Charlie thought. Maybe she was honest and there was no one. * * * The Desmonds were having another party. "The Driscolls won't come," Nancy said. Charlie looked in the mirror over the bureau and straightened his tie. "Good riddance." "I thought you liked them." "He's a dunce." "Oh my." "Don't you think so?" Nancy laughed. She kept her eyes on her face in the dressing table mirror. "It's her I don't like." "You never did." "No, I never did. I don't know why we ever invite them here in the first place." "The first time was business." "Yes, darling, you said the first time was business, but then why the second time?" Charlie turned to look at her. The blue silk evening dress she wore showed nearly all of her back between her shoulder blades, the expanse of smooth skin broken only by the string of white pearls at her neck. "You're thinking it's because of Lily." "Well yes." "You ought to be more trusting." "Should I?" "I should think so, yes." An hour later they were downstairs in the middle of their crowded living room. It was more a ballroom than a living room, but they called it a living room anyway. The party was large enough to have the liquor served by a bartender hired for the evening. Two waiters from a catering service were at another table handing out the hors d'oeuvres. The four-piece band was at the opposite end of the long room. They were now playing *What'll I Do?* and some of the guests were dancing. A woman near one of the tall windows laughed in a high pitch as a man whispered something in her ear. Charlie glanced idly around the room, and then his eyes fell on Claire Belfield. She was standing with George Belfield and another couple, some people who looked familiar but whose names escaped him. She looks blotto, Charlie thought. He was surprised because he couldn't remember ever seeing Claire Belfield like that. Not cockeyed. She had a flushed face and she appeared to be giggling drunk. He liked the way the dress she wore showed the sleek lines of her body. Lucky George to mount a filly like that. You're cockeyed yourself, Charlie thought. He'd lost count of how many glasses he'd filled. * * * At one o'clock in the morning Charlie lay on his bed and watched Nancy undress. He could tell she knew he was watching her. After twelve years together he could tell everything about her. She stood before the vanity mirror as she slipped the dress off her shoulders and dropped it below her hips. She wore nothing on top and only step-ins and stockings below her waist. She raised both hands to the back of her neck to unclasp the pearl necklace. At this point she would either go into the bathroom to finish undressing or drop the step-ins in front of him. If she dropped the step-ins in front of him it meant she wanted him to do something in bed. She dropped the step-ins in front of him. She stepped out of the panties and stood there facing the mirror wearing only her stockings. She had the stockings gartered in the middle of her thighs and it occurred to him she was like one of those French postcards he'd bought in Paris in 1917. She had hardly any breasts in front and firm little buttocks in the rear. You couldn't tell by looking at her that she'd already had three children. There was no sign of it in her figure. Maybe she was a little wider in the hips than when they'd married but it wasn't much. Rita had bigger hips. He thought about Rita again, Rita laughing, laughing at him maybe, Rita's ass when she teased him in her bedroom. He didn't care what Malone said, he knew damn well she was two-timing him. "I'm looking at you," he said to Nancy. She raised her arms again, this time to pat her hairdo. "I'm aware of that." "Come to bed." "Do you want this light off?" "No, leave it on." She left the small lamp burning on the dressing table and she came to the bed. Charlie switched off the lamp on his side of the bed as she pulled the covers down. He was already naked. He always slept naked after a night of drinking. Nancy lay down on her belly and rested her head on her folded arms. Charlie rose up on his knees and crawled around to get between her legs. He pushed her legs apart and then spread her buttocks open with his hands. "Can you reach the oil?" he said. "No, I don't want that tonight." "Why not?" "I just don't want it. Do it the other way." "With a pillow." "All right, with a pillow." She pulled one of the pillows under her belly to raise her hips. She had an exciting ass, round and firm, the skin as smooth as silk. Leaning forward, supporting himself with his left arm, he used his right hand to wedge the head of his cock into the socket below the split between her buttocks. He had a fierce erection now, and as he pushed inside her he told himself never mind, it didn't matter, one place was good as the other, but she was a bitch wasn't she? a nasty bitch and she did know it. When he was completely inside her, he lunged forward to get the last purchase. "How's that?" he said. She lay with folded arms and her eyes closed. "Just fuck me." * * * Nancy on Saturday and Rita on Wednesday. "I don't go anywhere," Rita said. "Where would you like to go?" "I don't know. You could take me to dinner. Or maybe to a Broadway show. There's a George M. Cohan musical that just opened." "You know I can't get away in the evening. It's too dangerous." "Oh Charlie." "I'll get you two tickets and you can go with a friend. What's the name of it?" "Billie." "That's easy to remember." She kissed him. "I'd rather go with you." She kissed him again. He felt tired. He slid his arms around her waist and kissed her back. When she opened her mouth, he ran his tongue over her teeth. She was getting to him, all right. The feel of her body pressing against him always got him going. She knew it, didn't she? She teased him by rubbing her breasts back and forth across his chest. In a moment she began pulling at the knot of his tie. "Am I blue?" "What?" "That's the name of a song," she said. "Well I know that." "I'm just teasing." She put her hand on his fly. "Mmmm, what do we have here? I think the gentleman has a cannon in his pants." She giggled and pinched him through his trousers. "In the bedroom," Charlie said. He dropped his hand from her waist and he squeezed her ass while she walked with him. He wondered why he was so tired. What did he do today? He hadn't budged out of the office. Well maybe that was it, he always felt better when he moved around some. The exercise was good for the blood. Christ, what an ass she had. In the bedroom they undressed first, and then he lay naked on his back and she crawled over him and sat on his knees. "You look tired," she said. "I work too hard." "Making all that money." "There's nothing wrong with money, is there?" Rita laughed. "I hope not." She had large nipples, not too dark, more a light brown than a dark brown. Her breasts were heavy enough to droop a little. He put his hands on her breasts, a hand holding each breast while he stroked her nipples with his thumbs. "Won't you take me out to dinner tomorrow?" "Maybe next week. Maybe an early dinner next week." She shifted her body backward and she dropped her head down to take his penis in her mouth. Charlie sighed and craned his neck to look down at it. He watched her red lips move up and down on the stalk of his cock. At one point she looked up at him, her mouth stuffed by his flesh as she rolled her eyes at him. What does it cost? he thought. Two hundred a month for the apartment, another two hundred for her. He guessed it wouldn't be long before she asked him for more money. He watched her mouth move up and down. Then she pulled away and he watched her as she took him inside her. She began bouncing on him. She lifted her head and looked at the ceiling and held her breasts in her hands as she bounced up and down on his lap. He thought of the cufflink again, the solid gold cufflink. Maybe it was more than one man. Never mind what Malone said, Malone had watched her only ten days and it didn't mean anything. She had decent clothes. She hadn't been too unhappy about not getting the job in the Harem Club, at least not as far as the wages were concerned. If she had three men paying her two hundred a month she wouldn't need any job on a chorus line. Of course some of them liked to work in the clubs and that could be it. He'd met her in a club, hadn't he? Maybe she just liked the chorus line. Maybe she wanted a career. He doubted she had enough talent for that, but of course she'd never believe it. None of them ever believe that. Maybe she had three men on a string and she just liked the chorus line. He watched her again. He watched her cunt moving up and down on the shaft of his cock. He could see everything, the stretched cunt-mouth, the hair, the cunt swallowing him up each time she dropped down on his lap. She was very hairy down there. Maybe that's the way they grew them in Easton, Pennsylvania. In those coal towns they grew the girls with lots of hair down there. The sex-lips were too long and the hair was almost black. She was a hairy girl from Easton, Pennsylvania and now she was in New York and she had him paying for the apartment and she had two other men on a string. Maybe he ought to get another detective. Forget about Malone, get another detective and do it all over again. Have her watched for a month this time. Have her watched for two months this time. Get another detective and do it all over again. -- End -- 2012 1.31/512345