From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** ) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: The Call Girl (FM, slut, cheat, inter)[1/2] Date: 11 Feb 1996 18:24:11 GMT The Call Girl Part One Phillip's secretary called me from his office around five. A client had come into town unexpectedly and my husband had been given the duty of seeing that Chad, (that was the client's name) got settled at his hotel. I hung up the phone and thought how odd it was that my husband hadn't offered to have Chad join us for supper. As I sat at my dressing table, I reflected on the conversation I'd just had. Something wasn't right. Then the phone rang again. "Hello?" "Hello, Kris? This is Phillip Blaine." "I know who you are! What's going on down there?" Something was up. Phillip never calls me Kris, just as I never call him Phil. Years of living with him, however, have taught me when it doubt, just play along. He continued the conversation with this "Kris" person. Finally I understood. Chad must have been sitting right across from him and for some reason, he didn't want the man to know he was talking to me. Phillip continued. "Kris, I've got a friend in from out of town, and I was wondering if you'd be available tonight to help him unwind. You know, show him a good time. Of course, the company will pay your standard fee." "Phillip, I don't have a clue as to what you're doing." "Eight o'clock? That'll be fine. We're going to have dinner and then go to the Sheraton for drinks. Why don't we meet there?" "Do you want me to meet you at the Sheraton?" "Good. That'll be fine. Oh, and Kris, why don't you wear that black outfit you were in last week when I saw you in Lufkin? That was absolutely stunning!" "Phillip," I asked, not quite sure what he wanted me to do, but intrigued by the fact that my conversation was not matching up with his, and starting to catch on, "do you want me to meet you but not let on that we're married?" "Oh, yes. That's a great idea. That's very good." "Is this going to be a game?" "I believe it will be. You are available, aren't you?" "I understand. This is a fantasy isn't it?" "Yes it is. You mentioned it to me not long ago if memory serves." "Oh, sweetie, memory isn't the only thing I'll be serving tonight!" "Then it's a date, right? Eight tonight at the Sheraton." "Eight it is. Oh, and eight it will be!" I hung up the phone. I understood exactly what my husband was doing now. He was fixing me up with Chad, but not as his wife. Tonight I was going to be a call girl, a woman who fucked for money! How exciting! I spent the next three hours getting dressed for the part. I'd just gotten out of the bath when Phillip called. Sitting at my dressing table, I wore only my black lace robe which was opened, revealing my body in the mirror in front of me. I was so excited at the prospect of what lay ahead for the evening! Phillip and I have a very open sex life, we both fuck whoever strikes our fancy. Many times I've fucked or sucked a total stranger in a restroom of a club, while my husband watched, or in the back seat of our car while my husband drove, watching me in the back seat through the rear view mirror. We have a perfect relationship, he and I. I love to show off, and he loves to watch me do it. My biggest thrill is sucking off a man while my husband feeds that man's cock into my mouth, often pumping it faster and faster into my waiting lips, knowing that soon the stranger will shoot a load of hot cum on my tongue. Phillip loves to watch men touch me, watch their dicks as they disappear inside my hot pussy. Now he was arranging for me to fuck his client, but instead of this being a regular night of stuffing my pussy with strange cock, my husband was setting me up to be a whore! No wonder I love him so! I wanted to be special tonight. Usually, I would have gotten dressed, gotten ready to go out and meet this new man, this man I knew full well would be pumping his cock inside my cunt before morning. But first, I wanted to do something I don't usually do. I reached inside my dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of scissors. I started cutting my pussy hairs. I usually keep my cunny trimmed very close, close enough for men to see my clit as it pokes past my lower lips. But tonight, I would have a totally shaved pussy! After cutting as much as I could, I stepped back into the bath, razor and creme in hand. When I was done, I admired my work. My pussy looked like it did when I was ten years old! I knew that in the next few days as the hair grew back I would pay for this little bonus with constant irritation. But for tonight, it would be well worth it. My pussy was already soaking, and I hadn't even made myself come yet. Reaching down, my hand caressed my now nude pussy. It felt so strange to touch myself there and not feel the light coat of downy softness my husband loves to stroke. But he wasn't home right now, no one was, so it was up to me. My middle finger on my right hand started to flick across the clit I knew so well. A shudder went through me as my hand worked, slowly at first, than faster, until my finger slipped lower, leaving the ball of my hand to rub the clitoris. My finger had slipped inside me, pushing higher, trying to reach that place that Phillip always touches. As I continued to sit on the edge of the tub, my hand masturbating my cleanly shaved cunt, I lost myself in reflection. My mind was a montage of mental images, of men who'd fucked me, of men I'd sucked and fucked. I thought about Phillip, how he loved to lick my pussy, especially when it was freshly fucked... especially when it was freshly fucked by someone other than him. I was on the verge of coming when the phone rang. Fuck it, I thought. I continued to finger fuck myself as the phone fought for my concentration. Finally, with my hand still stroking my cunny, I picked up the phone. It was my husband. "Kristi, did you understand what I was trying to say?" "Yes," was the only word I could muster. My orgasm was just seconds away. I wanted to come so badly, but I knew my husband wanted to tell me something. "Okay, listen, I don't have much time. Chad is in the foyer talking to Linda. I told him I'd fixed him up with a very high class hooker. He's really excited about meeting you. If you don't want to do this, just tell me, and I'll get Linda to fuck him. Okay?" I was breathing harder now, and couldn't find the words to say to my husband. In my mind, I was screaming... no, don't give him to her. He's mine! But in reality, I was lost in the orgasm which was about to overtake me. Phillip understood my silence. He spoke again. "Are you fucking yourself? Is your hand inside your pussy right now?" "Yes." "And are you thinking about tonight?" "Yes." "Are you about to come?" "Yes." "Then do it. Do it now! I want to hear you come over the phone. Come like the slut you are. You are a slut you know? Only a slut would meet her husband's client and fuck him for money." "I know." I could barely whisper. It was time. I was about to come, two fingers now inside me, my husband on the phone telling me I was a whore, and mentally thinking about the man I was going to fuck. I came like a waterfall! "Oh, baby! I'm... " "Come, bitch! Come now! Come like the whore you are! Or would you rather I put this call on my speaker phone so everyone in the office can hear what a slut you are?" That was all I could take. As my husband listened on the other end, I lost all control and came like I hadn't been touched in months! Afterwards, there was silence. I wasn't sure how long I'd taken to cum, nor if Phillip was still on the other end of the line. When I could speak, all I said was "Phillip," is a very soft, quiet voice. "I'm here sweetie. Was that a good come?" "Oh, yes!" "Well, hurry now. You don't want to be late. Kristi?" "Yes?" "I love you." "I know!" I set the phone back in the cradle and thought about what I would wear. * * * We don't usually go to the Sheraton. That's probably why Phillip picked it for the meeting. I arrived at 8:15. When I made my entrance, there were few who didn't notice. Wearing the dress my husband requested, I glided across the floor. My four inch heels made me appear taller than my 5'5" frame allowed. The dress, a satin and silk affair is split up the side, about five inches beyond the knee. The casual observer would think I was wearing panty hose. I wasn't. Tonight called for garters and stocking, and little else. I had foregone wearing a bra. I don't need one and besides, in that dress, I couldn't really wear it without it being obvious. My breasts are 38DD, ride high on my chest, and are capped with what my husband affectionately calls bullet nipples. Those bullet nipples were sticking straight out! The dress had no back, and precious little front. Cut very low, my breasts were displayed to their best advantage. The only way I could have exhibited them more would be if I was topless. For now, this was as good as it could get. The dress has a small troubadour type jacket which allows it to be worn in a more modest setting. I wore the jacket, but didn't buttoned it. When I entered the room, I immediately spotted Phillip. But he was alone. He looked right at me, but made no attempt to hail me or indicate he wanted me to join him. I walked up to the bar and ordered a drink. This was Phillip's party, and I would wait until he moved it along. As it turned out, I didn't have long to wait. Before the bartender could fix my drink, my husband's client returned to the table. He was absolutely gorgeous! He must have been 6'6" Phillip is a bit over 6', and Chad was a head taller. And built! He was wearing an open collar shirt, unbuttoned to the third button, allowing his smooth chest to contrast against his white shirt he was wearing. It made his blackness seem all that more dark, more sinister. Did I mention that Chad was Black? His sleeves were rolled up about three turns, and his forearms were pure sex! His face looked like it had been chiseled out of black granite, clean shaven. And I mean clean! He didn't have a speck of hair from his chin up! I had never been so turned on by the mere sight of any man that I could remember. But this guy, looking like a black Mr. Clean, had my pussy wet! His chest sort of tapered into his pants, pants that by this time I was examining rather closely. I knew I was imagining it, but it looked like I could see the outline of his cock as it ran down his left leg. And imagination or not, I was excited! Phillip had pointed to me, as if he had just spotted me, and motioned me over. The games were about to begin! "Hey, Kris! Glad you could make it." My husband extended his hand to me, as if I were there on a business deal. Well, I guess, after a fashion, I was. "How nice to see you again, too, Phillip." I shook his hand with my best Vassar girl manners. "Kris, I'd like you to meet my friend, Chad. Chad, this is the woman I was telling you about." "It's so nice to meet you." "It's nice to meet you too. Phillip has been telling me all about you." "All of it nice, I hope." Phillip entered into the conversation at this point. "I hope you don't mind, Kris, but I told Chad about your hopes of becoming a teacher, and I explained to him that after your husband left you, you decided to pursue your education." What a crock! I understood why Phillip had said those things. I am a teacher, by profession. I teach political science at the university. By telling Chad just a partial bit about me, Phillip had deftly explained why I didn't seem to be your average call girl. Talk about smart! My husband had already provided me with the perfect cover. Just as I was about to take a seat, the band started up. Chad reacted with style and class. "Before we sit, would you care to dance?" "I'd love to dance!" was my reply. "Shall we then?" Before I knew what happened, I found myself with Chad's arms around me, moving me as if I had no substance, no form. I fit into his arms like I'd been made just for that fit! I could feel his muscles as he led me, gently but with a firmness I would come to appreciate before the night was over. I seemed to melt into him. And I felt the hardness running down his left leg. No, that wasn't my imagination. I felt a hard cock! He seemed aware of my recent discovery. "I'm sorry if I'm pressing you too hard. It's just when a woman as soft as you comes against me, I'm afraid I forget my manners. Is it hurting your leg?" There it was. He was referencing his cock, as if it were just something pushing against me. I looked up at his face and replied. "No, it isn't hurting me. I like the feel of a man as he gets excited." With that, I pushed myself closer to him, and I swear, I could feel his dick harden even more against the softness of my legs. When the dance was over, I could feel he didn't want to let me go. But he did! Damn, I was ready to fuck him right there, on that dance floor, in front of a room full of strangers. And in front of my husband. My pussy was leaking with anticipation. We made our way back to the table. "Where are you staying?" I asked my new friend. "Right here." "How convenient." I smiled. As I sipped my drink, I exchanged looks with my husband. I was ready to get this show on the road, and wondered how I would know when it was time to move on, when someone would suggest that the three of us go up to Chad's room. I was looking forward to sucking that huge cock, to having it enter my tight cunt, and I was looking forward to watching the expression on my husband's face as this huge black man fucked me. Phillip answered my unasked question. And he answered it with a statement which shook me to my very pussy! "Listen, it's getting late, and I have an early day tomorrow," my husband said looking at his watch. "Why don't I just call it a night. I hope you too won't mind if I leave?" Leave! Wait a minute, I thought. Where was he going? He wasn't going to leave me alone, was he? We've been swingers a long time, but only rarely did we ever swing alone, and certainly not before discussing it at length! Now my husband, who had already set me up as a prostitute for this stranger, was about to leave me alone. I would be on my own. He wouldn't be there to watch me fuck... and get fucked! I started to panic! But suddenly, I knew I'd be okay. Phillip loves me; he'd never put me in any kind of danger. If it was all right with him that I go upstairs with this black man, if it was all right with him that I get fucked by his client, than it would be okay with me. Still, I thought I should make at least a token effort to include him in the night's festivities. "Oh, don't rush off. I was hoping I could entertain the both of you tonight." "Ordinarily, Kris, you couldn't get me to leave without a police escort, but I do have a rather busy day tomorrow. I've told Chad that you said you'd have to be back at your place by two and he understands that." "Well, can't you at least stay a little while?" I was almost begging. I couldn't get over the fact that my husband wasn't going to be with me. "No, I really can't." "You're not afraid to be with me, alone, are you Kris?" Chad asked. "Oh, no, it's not that. It's just that... " I really didn't know what to say. Chad smiled at me and reached inside his jacket that was lying over the unoccupied chair. He withdrew an envelope and handed it to me. "Phillip said your usual rate was three hundred dollars for four hours. I hate to sound so business like, but maybe that'll make you feel more comfortable." I looked inside the envelope. There were five one hundred dollar bills! I looked back at Chad. "I don't mind being overcharged," he said with a grin. "Well, then, that settles it. I'm off." With that, my husband stood, shook hands with Chad, winked and said under his breath, "Enjoy yourself, pal. And don't wear it out!" And he was gone! I watched my husband walk out the door and then turned to Chad. I had no idea what to do next. "Are you ready?" he asked. "Yes. I suppose so." I was still a bit shaken, but I put on a good front. I stood, picked up my purse and smiled at the man who had bought me for the night. "Yes," I said, "I'm ready." As I turned to go, Chad touched my arm. Nodding toward the table, he softly said, "Ah, Kris, you forgot the envelope." I felt like an idiot. Here I was, supposedly a high priced whore, and I'd left five hundred dollars sitting on the table! "Sorry. I'm just a bit nervous." What a stupid thing to say! But Chad didn't comment. After I put the envelope in my purse, he took me by the arm and led me out the door of the lounge, the same door my husband had taken a few moments ago. Only I didn't turn right, out the other set of doors and to my car as my husband had. Instead, I turned left, out toward the elevator, and toward the room where I was about to be royally fucked! * * * While we waited for the elevator, Chad seemed to be the perfect gentleman. He chatted about the humidity, and the heat. I was sort of relieved that he didn't carry the hooker/trick routine on in the lobby. But still, a white woman such dressed like I was, standing next to a black man like Chad was enough to cause a lot of heads to turn. Just as the elevator bell rang, indicating that the door was about to open, Chad reached his arm out and pulled me closer to him. He leaned down to me and whispered, "Grab my dick!" I don't know what came over me, I mean, we were in a public hotel, people walking all around, looking at us, and... to this day I don't know why I did it, but I did. I reached down, between his legs, and gave his cock a s-l- o-w rub, running my hand down the full length of his now steel hard dick! I felt so absolutely wicked! The door opened and we entered the elevator. I didn't look up, half afraid someone had seen my whorish behavior... and half afraid they hadn't! I was a whore for the night, I told myself, and whores act like whores. If this guy wanted to fuck me in the lobby, well, I guess I'd just drop my panties right there! But Chad other plans. As soon as the elevator door closed, he turned to me and said, "Take it out." "Take what out?" "My cock, bitch. Take it out of my pants." He spoke so matter of factly, that I wasn't sure if he meant right then, or in the room. I hesitated for a moment thinking about his order. I guess he didn't care for that, because he reached over and pushed the stop elevator button. It did, and he repeated his command. "I said, take my cock out of my pants. You have a hard time hearing?" "I didn't know you meant right now." He didn't reply. But he didn't push the start button either, so I figured, what the hell. I stepped in front of him and unzipped his pants. I don't remember a zipper ever being that long before. I know it came down instantly, but at the time, it seemed like several seconds elapsed from the time I first found the zipper tab and the time it was totally down. "Now, take it out." I did. Reaching inside his pants, I wasn't sure if I had hold of his cock or a snake. Whatever it was, it was big... and it was moving! When my hand came out of his pants, so did the biggest, blackest cock I can ever remember handling. And somehow, I knew it wasn't fully erect yet. I soon found out how unerect it was. By the time I fully experienced him, I'd know what a cock could really be like. But at that moment, I was still to find out. Once it was outside his pants, I looked up at his lust glazed face. "You know what to do." I did know. Dropping to my knees, still inside the elevator stopped between the ground and the first floor, I took his dick into my mouth! My jaws were open wide, but not wide enough. The head fit inside my cheeks, and unceremoniously, he pushed another two inches in after it. I thought I would die from lack of air. But I'd sucked big cocks before, and I made myself relax. Soon I was sucking him without difficulty, but the damn thing was growing, growing between my lips. I had just established a rhythm to my sucking when he leaned forward a bit. And the elevator starting moving. He had pushed the start button again. I figured he wanted me to stop, and began to back off his giant cock. I figured wrong. Using his two huge hands, my black master just held my head in place as the elevator continued its journey to the sixth floor. Within a few seconds I heard the door open. And I heard a gasp from the couple standing in the hall in front of us. From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** ) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: The Call Girl (FM, slut, cheat, inter)[2/2] Date: 11 Feb 1996 18:24:51 GMT The Call Girl Part Two This was no time to stop; at least with my face inside his crotch no one could recognize me. I continued to suck his cock as the door closed again, leaving the would-be riders in the hall. It continued upward and opened again a few seconds later. Chad pushed me away and with his dick still outside his pants, exited the elevator, leaving me on my knees, inside. He turned to me and said, "Let's go, sweetie. That was only a preliminary." I stood up and followed him to his room. He walked the entire length of the hallway to the next to the last door on the left. Inserting his key, he opened the door and walked in. I followed. He'd never put his cock back inside his pants, so when we got to the room, it was still out, and still glistening from the partial blow job I'd given him on the way up. I closed the door behind us and waited as he turned on the light by the television. He didn't say anything at all after that. He just stood there looking at me. I was really feeling a bit nervous. Not knowing what to do next, I walked over to the curtains and started to close the drapes. "Leave `em." "What?" "Leave `em open. Come over here." "But... I think... I mean, I... " I never finished my sentence. Chad closed the six feet of space between us in less than two steps. He was standing right in front of me, looking down at me. Suddenly, alone with this black man in a hotel room, without anyone else near, I was afraid! I didn't know what to say or do. I just stood there, and I guess I was trembling a bit. "Listen, bitch. I own you until 1:30. If I say leave the drapes, you leave the fucking drapes. If I say put your tongue in my ass, the next thing I want to feel is your wet tongue in my ass. You got that? It ain't all that complicated." I damn near came! Fuck! The one thing in this world I absolutely cannot resist is a man commanding me, taking total charge of me, telling me what to do, and how to do it. All I could muster was a very quiet and weak reply. "Yes." "Yes, what?" "Yes. I understand." "Yes, I understand, Sir!" "What?" "I said, `Yes, I understand, Sir.'" "You want me to call you `Sir'?" "What's the matter? A sweet Southern white girl like you got a problem calling a black man, `Sir'?" "No." "No?" "No. Sir." "That's better. Now, I believe you were in the middle of something back in that elevator." I was getting hotter by the minute. The idea of calling this man, "Sir" was a turn-on. It conjured up every rape fantasy I'd ever had, not to mention the sheer excitement of fucking a black man! He was right about one thing, I am a Southern girl, and the idea of sucking off a man of color, of letting a black man shoot his jizm down my throat, of letting his big black hands roam at will across my lily white body, touch my pink nipples, pull my pussy lips open and insert his fingers, his tongue, his dick inside my cunny was a real rush! I didn't need to be told twice. I fell to my knees and resumed sucking his now somewhat deflated cock. It didn't stay deflated long. As my lipstick colored lips closed around his black cock, I could feel the blood filling his manhood and making it hard again! It was getting hard again because it was in my mouth, pushing, twisting, trying to get as deeply in as it could. I was pumping it with my right hand, and raking the base of it with my left. My bright red nails were scratching his shaft as the head of his cock pushed against the base of my throat. Suddenly, I wanted to feel this man come, I wanted to feel his come splash inside my mouth, I wanted to taste his seed. He was no longer making me suck him... I was doing it because it was what I wanted to do. I wanted to do it very much! And just as suddenly, I was robbed of the treasure in my mouth. Without warning, Chad pulled his cock away from me, leaving me there, on my knees, my mouth still shaped into an obscene "O", like a fish gasping for oxygen! "Strip." I understood now why he'd stopped. I stood up, looking him right in his eyes, and allowed my hands to start on the buttons on my dress. Slowly, very slowly, I undid button after button until the dress was held only by one small inner button. I hesitated, not out of coyness, but because I wanted his full and total attention. Softly I spoke. "I'm not wearing a bra. When I open this, I'll be almost naked. Sir." I didn't wait for his reply. Instead, I slipped my hand inside the dress and undid the last button. Removing my hand, the dress came open, revealing my body, almost totally to a man I'd met less than an hour before. With an almost invisible shrug of my shoulders, the dress fell off me, leaving me virtually naked in front of his very aroused black man. I felt soooooo small, so vulnerable. I hooked my fingers into the waist band of my panties. But before I could pull this down, he spoke. "Wait." I froze. This man, this black giant was my master for the night. Whatever he wanted, I wanted too! He stepped forward and reached down to my panties, putting his hand inside them, from the side, under the waistband, I knew what he was going to do. And I wanted him to do it! In a single jerk, he ripped my panties off my body, exposing my pussy, my shaved, totally unprotected pussy, to his gaze. He looked at me in all my nakedness. I wore only my garter belt, my silk stockings, and my four inch heels. His cock, hanging outside his trousers, started to jerk. And then I saw something I never saw before. His cock spurted come at me. Three hard spurts! And all three struck my body, the first on my stomach, the next a few inches lower, and the last hit squarely on my clit. And it was all I could do to hold back my own climax. Some men ooze pre-cum, and I was used to that. In fact, it's rare for a man to see me naked and not get excited. But this was something I'd never seen before. His cock had actually come, and come from nothing more than my standing in front of him... naked. "Fuck! I never seen a pussy like yours! It looks like a little girl's!" "It may look like a little girl's, but I promise you Chad, I'm not going to fuck you like a little girl." With that I reached down to his belt buckle and unhooked it. Without giving my action any forethought, I pulled his belt off his pants completely, and handed it to him. "Here. You may need this, tonight," I said as I continued to undo his pants. Once they were loosened, I pulled them off his hips, down his buttocks, and let them fall in a heap around his ankles. He wasn't wearing any underwear. Bending down in front of him, I pulled his loafers off his feet, first one and then the other. Then, as he lifted one foot at a time, I pulled his pants off each leg. He lifted his right foot again, and I knew what he wanted. I pulled his sock off, and then he lifted his other foot for me to do the same. Now I was back in control. I gently pushed him back toward the bed, and he took the hint. His large frame lowered itself onto the mattress. Now he was sitting in front of me, wearing only his shirt. I fell back on my knees, in front of him and leaned forward. Only this time, I wasn't looking for his cock. I continued to lower myself until I was almost prostrate in front of him. Taking his right foot in my hand, I rubbed it with both my hands. Then I lowered my head toward his feet, and found his toes with my mouth. As I kissed the top of his foot, I let my tongue run across his foot, feeling his skin with my lips, my mouth. Then I took his big toe into my mouth! I had never done that before, but tonight was not like any other night, and this man was not like any other fuck I'd ever had. I wanted to debase myself for him, in front of him. I wanted him to feel his power over me. As I sucked his toe, I reached up his leg, trailing my nails up his calf, over his knee, up his thigh. His skin was soooo tight, so hard over his muscular body. Finally I found what I sought. My hand closed over the base of his cock as I continued my stroking, my pumping. His toe was completely inside my mouth now. I was sucking it like it was a cock. And it felt like one too! My tongue swirled around his toe, licking it, pulling on it, and all the while my hand jacked his cock. I thought about the sight I must have made, hunched over this black man, kissing and sucking his feet, my little white hand wrapped around his cock, pumping, pulling, demanding cum juice! It was soooo hot! Then he did what I hoped he do. I didn't feel it coming, I didn't even remember it, but suddenly I felt his belt as it snapped across my backside, licking my thighs. I continued sucking his toe, only now, harder, more demanding. My closed hand tightened around his cock, my nails digging into the hard flesh of his manhood. My pussy was gushing my own juices, anticipating, demanding his cock. I thought about my husband, waiting for me at home, waiting for me to come bring him my pussy, my well fucked pussy. He would go crazy when I told him about the toe sucking. I know him well, and know what turns him on. I would have to suck his toes as well. That was all right. But then I felt the belt come down again, this time on my ass. It hurt like hell. But not enough. With out stopping either my mouth or my hand, I managed to signal what I wanted to Chad. I told him what I wanted without saying a word. Instead, I spread my legs as widely and I could, and I waited. He knew what I wanted, what I needed. And suddenly... it was there. The leather of his belt was in the air again, coming down on me, coming straight for me, coming straight to my... pussy! It was a direct hit! The pain cut through my body, starting at my cunt and going straight up my body, through my breasts, into my nipples, and out again, to my brain and then, in a straight shot, right back to my pussy. No more, I thought, but I couldn't bring myself to close my legs, to protect my exposed cunt. And the second bite came, and the third, and the fourth! I couldn't hold back any longer. My pussy gave me away, shuddering in a raging orgasm that made me drunk with passion! I don't know if he hit me again or not. It didn't matter. I was exploding my passion. The last blow I remember cut right into my flaming pussy and pushed me into absolute abandon! Before I could recover from the body racking orgasm I'd just experienced, Chad was on his feet, pulling me off the floor. I could feel his hands on me, touching my pussy, my painfully sore pussy, and I could feel him pulling my pussy lips apart, exploring them with his fingers, fingers that dove inside me, inside the most private part of me. I was flat on my back, sprawled across the bed, my legs hanging off the corner, one on each side of the corner of the mattress. Then I felt Chad take hold of my ankles, spreading my legs further apart, like a wishbone of a small chicken. My senses were coming back to me. I was fighting my way back to reality, and then, as if cold water was thrown on my face, I was suddenly very aware of what was happening. Chad was shoving his huge cock into my just whipped cunt! I started to struggle. The pain was so sharp, so recent. "No! Don't fuck me! I'm too sore. Please, don't fuck me! No!" "Don't fuck you? You gotta be kidding me, bitch! I'm not letting you leave here without shoving my cock right up your cunt!" "Wait!" I begged. "Just wait a minute! Please wait!" "You wait, bitch. I'm fucking your pussy right now!" And fuck me he did! I thought the pain would make me pass out. My pussy was burning from the belt he had used on it. Phillip had never done that to me, nor had he ever let anyone else do it either. But Phillip wasn't here, and I had a sex- crazed black man, the size of your average linebacker, shoving an eleven inch cock into my pussy. And just when I'd decided I couldn't take it anymore, a wondrous thing happened. Suddenly the pain was starting to turn me on. Suddenly, my pussy was soaking wet, and this time because Chad was pushing his dick into it, relentlessly, furiously! "Oh, Yes! Fuck me. I need your cock!" "What, bitch? What did you say?" "I said fuck me! Give me that cock of yours. Fuck me hard." "Fuck me hard... Sir!" He taunted me. "Yes, that's right. Fuck me hard, Sir!" He was hunched over me, fucking me with his cock that earlier I hadn't thought would fit inside me. When I said that last statement, the one that ended with "Sir," he straightened up suddenly, while his cock was buried deep inside me. The result was to lift my body off the bed, lifting me like a one pronged fork lift, lifting me solely with the strength of his steel bladed cock! And when I realized what was happening, I came again! This time, however, my black master came with me. His hot cock shot it's load deep inside me, deeper than most men ever reach. It was like a small volcano going off, over and over, erupting a constant flow of hot lava come, filling me up and then overflowing my cunt with its juices! His cock was out of my pussy, but I could still feel it in me. My pussy was so full of his come, his hot seed, that it was like he hadn't pulled out of me yet! "That was soooo hot!" I realized how stupid that sounded, but it was the truth. "You can go to the drapes now." "What?" "You wanted to close the drapes. Go do it." Almost in a zombie like state, I staggered off the bed and made my way to the window. The lights were all still on in the bedroom. I knew I could be seen from the parking lot but I didn't care. Just as I reached the window, I felt Chad behind me. He took me by the waist just as I was reaching for the cord to close the world away from what this man was doing to me. He pulled me back about six inches. I froze as I realized how many people could be seeing me here, naked except for my garters stockings and shoes, naked even to my pussy, my shaved pussy, my recently whipped pussy, my full of come pussy! I felt Chad's hands on the back of my neck, pushing me forward. My body accepted his direction and I found myself bent over the arm of the couch. What did he want like me in that position for? He came up behind me. Oh No! No! I suddenly realized what he was going to do. He was going to ass fuck me! He was going to take his huge dick and push it inside my ass hole. And he was going to do it in front of the open window, with every light on in the room. Anyone could see up, see into the room on the sixth floor, see the white woman getting it up her ass by the black man! "Please. I'll suck your cock. Please, I'll suck your ass hole for you. I'll lick the inside of your ass hole, but please, don't ass fuck me. Not like this. Not now. Please!" He continued to push against my dry ass hole with his hard as a rock cock! I continued to beg. "No. Listen to me Chad. I can't take it up my ass, I'm too dry! It'll hurt me too bad. Please listen to me." For a moment, I thought I'd convinced him. He stood up and backed away from me, but kept his huge left arm on my neck, not letting me up. I felt him kiss the cheeks of my ass. This was more like it, more like the sex I thought I needed. Then I felt his tongue roll across the crack of my ass, lingering at my ass hole. I felt his tongue push inside my tight ass, and it felt so good, I relaxed a bit. It was all the encouragement he needed. I could feel his mouth kissing, sucking my ass. His broad oral digit was literally screwing me, fucking me back there. I may not have been wet before, but I was soaking now. Then he stopped. Damn! That had felt soooo good! No sooner had he taken his tongue out of my asshole, I felt him stand against my ass, felt his cock against the tender cheeks of my backside. And then I felt his cock assault my nether hole again. But it was different this time. This time I was well lubricated, and my ass muscles had relaxed as a result of his licking and kissing me there. Before I could tighten up, it was too late. He had his cock head inside me, inside my ass. I knew better than to think it was only the head he wanted inside my ass. As he continued to fuck me there, as he continued to rape my ass, more and more of his dick slipped inside me. His hands reached down, under me and grabbed my tits. Gone was the gentleness of the bar, of the conversation in the lobby. He was interested in only one thing, pushing his cock as deeply as he could before spilling his seed again. And as he continued the fucking, the punishment of my ass hole, his cum was leaking out of my pussy. I was aware I was leaking but couldn't stop it. I tried to squeeze my pussy tighter, to hold in the liquid treasure I held there, I didn't want it to all come out. Not yet. But the more I concentrated on keeping my pussy's liquid in tack, the more Chad punished my ass hole. Miraculously, I felt the hair of his pubes scratch against my tender ass cheeks. I knew he was all the way in. And I felt soooo full! I no longer cared about the window, about the lights on in the room. I no longer cared that I was a white woman being impaled on a black cock. All I cared about was coming and coming again with this stranger's dick inside me. It didn't really matter inside where. I didn't care if he came in my pussy again, or in my mouth, or even between my tits. All I cared about was getting another load of his hot creme! I wasn't even sure he could come again. Boy, was I wrong! I felt him tense, grab hold of my nipples and squeeze them harder than a nipple clamp would. It was all right with me. Pain had to take a back seat to pleasure. I pushed my ass against him, trying to get him in even deeper. I could feel him, I could feel him as if he had been born up my ass, and had been there ever since. It was pure and unadulterated pleasure. And the best part was I was thinking about my husband, about when I would get home and show him all that had happened. Oddly enough, as these thoughts were racing through my mind, the main thing I could think about was the fact that Phillip didn't know I'd shaven my pussy bare. I had intended to show him how my cunt looked without hair at the same time I showed Chad, but that's not the way it worked out. Now I would go home, when my owner finished with me, and show my husband my shaved pussy... and tell him another man had seen it first... and fucked it first. Chad shot his load into my bowels. There wasn't near as much this time as when he came inside my snatch, but there was plenty. I tensed as he came, knowing I was about to slip into the oblivion of passion within seconds. But I just couldn't get over the top. I was so close, but something was holding me back. It was the exposed window! My eyes were closed as this black man finished inside my ass. I knew he would be pulling his dick out of me within seconds. And I still had a massive come of my own, frantically trying to escape my body. I asked the question that could bring me off with the right answer. "Is anyone looking up at us?" "Sweet cunt," my fucker answered, "everyone's looking up." I came. I don't mean I just came, I mean I CAME!!!!! "Oh fuck! Do me. Do me hard! Don't pull out yet! Please. Fuck me some more. Just a little more. Please! PLEASE, SIR!" That did it. I was over the edge and couldn't get back. As I felt his cock convulse inside me, I blacked out. I came so hard, my pussy blocked out all other senses. If I hadn't been bent over that couch, I would have fallen to the ground. The next conscious thought I had was waking on the bed, Chad's fingers rubbing my clitoris. I woke with a feeling of spent passions. "You okay?" "Yes. Yes, sir." "Oh, you can knock off that "sir" stuff. I only like that when I'm fucking or getting my cock sucked off. I hope you didn't mind." "No, I didn't mind. That was an incredible fuck." "Thank you. You probably need to go home. It's almost two." I sat straight up. I had lost all track of time. Leaping off the bed, I started to gather up my clothes. I slipped on my dress, buttoning up only four of the buttons. My panties were in shreds. I started to put them in my purse, but Chad stopped me. "I'd sure like to keep those if you don't mind." I started to protest, but what the hell. "Sure, if you want." "I want." I didn't really know what I was supposed to do next. I mean, did call girls have a routine they go through when they leave a man who'd just fucked them senseless? I looked at the door, and back at Chad, who was still naked, he'd even taken off his shirt. "I don't get down here very often, but I sure would like to see you again the next time I'm here. Could you give me your number?" I couldn't very well do that. He would be sharp enough to recognize Phillip's voice if my husband answered the phone when Chad called. I thought of another tact. "I'm about to change numbers. Next time you're in town, just ask Phillip to call me. He always knows right where I am." "Good plan." Chad walked to the door, his cock swinging between his legs. I couldn't believe that thing had fit up my ass! I picked up my purse and walked toward the door myself. I noticed the drapes had been drawn. When I got to the door, I had an inspiration. When Chad reached over to open it for me, I placed my hand on his arm to stop him. I fell to my knees one last time in front of this massive black cock. Taking it in my mouth, I began the fastest and hardest blow job I'd given in my life. I wanted a tip from this man, and the tip I wanted was between his legs, inside his balls. The moment my finger started up his ass hole, he rewarded me with still one more load of come. I took in inside my mouth, allowing him to spurt his come between my lips like a common whore. When he was finished, I stood up, without a word, and walked out the door. I couldn't say anything actually. My mouth was full of Chad's spunk. And I really hoped I wouldn't be forced to open my mouth for at least ten minutes. It would take me that long to get home. And I couldn't wait to kiss my husband.