Lynne walked into the office like any other day, late.  Her hair and makeup were of course, flawless.  Her outfit was as usual, sexy on her yet professional.  It showed a little cleavage of her 38 Ds and matching skirt just tight enough to show her curves.  But not as tight as they once were.  She was beautiful and very much engaged now, making here weary of all of the attention the opposite sex gave her at work.

 It was quite a reversal from previous times.  It was something she needed to adjust to as well.  A new wardrobe consisting of skirts precisely 3 inches longer at the hem and blouses much looser than she had worn her previous 27 years felt like bags!  The wardrobe was an engagement gift from her Fiancé.  And Lynne was trying to adapt to the change, shifting from a single woman into the respectable future trophy wife.  Albeit one that had been polished by many men.

Being engaged didn’t stop men from ogling and enticing her though and in a way, it was her own fault.  She had spanked her pussy as she drove to work, something one of her co-workers liked to do whenever they hooked up that Lynne had enjoyed and adopted as a part of the normal masturbation process.  The woman felt guilty mostly because, at one time or another, she had slept with or blown most of the men in her sales office.  And even she remembered the incidents as good times now past.  The last day was going to be hard emotionally as the change was inevitable.

Selling financial products in a bad economy can be depressing, and sex was sometimes necessary to close a client or keep up morale.  Lynne had always been a team player, giving the guys confidence by letting them have their way with her, given good reason.  What started out as mostly a slut’s curiosity  helped turn a lagging sales staff into the Number 1 producer on the East Coast!  Her relationships had helped her climb to VP, and she had earned her position combining brains and well-timed “pep talks” to keep production up.  The entire office was sad to see her go. 

But Lynne was going.  She had met her future husband, a wealthy, successful attorney insistent upon keeping her to himself.  His selfish and dominant personality appealed to her in some ways, even if he didn’t carry it into the Bedroom.  There he was putty in her hands and as timid as a mouse.  Not her style at all.  But eight figures and no prenup combined with the security that brings was hard to pass up, and as a Financial Manager, she knew a good deal when she came across one.

Lynne knew she wasn’t getting any younger and at 28 had enough sex to last a lifetime, whatever that meant.  Sure the sex with her beau wasn’t great, but with frequent masturbation and the occasional affair, Lynne figured she would survive.

She had placed her butterfly under her panties in the morning after Dan; her Fiancé had left her unsatisfied once more, having no idea how to lick or fuck a woman properly!  She had almost screamed in anger but remembered their flight to the Virgin Islands and upcoming wedding and held her tongue.  Ironic since she felt he did the same.

 All the way to work she had buzzed herself into a better mood until seeing her boss Craig, Lynne felt that familiar work feeling spread from her nipples into her rapidly swelling breasts.  She envisioned his cock splitting her them perfectly as he fingered her wildly on his desk, balls rubbing across her face and chin.   How wet she had gotten whenever he smacked her ass and told her “Good job.” whenever she or anyone else under her closed a new account.  His hands-on style was always a little rough with her but, she had always looked forward to their relations.  Thinking about giving all that big dick up had Lynne both upset and horny!  Under Craig, she had amassed her own, more modest six-figure fortune.  But his cock was still the best perk the office still had to offer!

Lynne felt her eyes tearing up as she walked down the hall for one of the last times ever.  She passed Jim, her favorite office pussy licker on the way to the woman’s bathroom and wished she could invite him in for an Afternoon snack like she used to!  His dick wasn’t as big as Craig’s, but he worked it inside her masterfully!  Especially after caressing her walls with his long, dexterous tongue!  Being one of only two women in the Office was an advantage when it came to sex!  Especially since the Receptionist was gone immediately at four every afternoon and herself was bisexual with a fetish for stronger women like Lynne!  As she stroked her pussy behind the closed doors, Lynne almost wished someone had ignored her stated wishes to end all office affairs weeks ago and just came to ravish her one last time!  But Lynne came on herself all alone and left the ladies room feeling better, but still sad.

Brad, Joseph, Melvin.  Greg, Wayne. Todd.  She had made them all cum one way or another and in one place or another.  In her home.  In their homes.  At office parties.  In cars.  All the memories!  Most of the men had been grateful to have spent any time with such a beautiful and understanding woman such as Lynne!  And despite her almost non-stop office promiscuity Lynne was well respected for being such a team player!  Men had been fired for disparaging her with the full support of the staff as Lynne was seen as an office treasure!  Women like her don’t grow on trees. 

The office was nearly empty when she reemerged which wasn’t completely unusual for a Friday.  But they all knew it was her last day and the thought that no one cared hit her hard!  It was only 11 AM for Christ’s sake!  Lynne walked towards her office disappointed she didn’t mean as much to them as they meant to her!  No sign of Ted, who she had a threesome with to help save his marriage once.  Lynne walked into her office feeling as if her time had been wasted and it was probably best she just go.  She didn’t owe them anything anymore!

“Lynne.  Can I see you in my office before you check out for good?”

“Sure Craig.”

His tone was business as usual, and because of her position with the company, they did have to go over stock transfers and stuff and better to just get it over with!  He had been more respectful of her departure than anticipated but considering the lack of bodies in the office today maybe it was because she had been too easy.  They didn’t appreciate her!  Lynne walked the few feet and sat in the chair directly facing him.  Her eyes still red from crying.  

“Sorry to see you go.  And it seems you aren’t taking it so well either sweetie.  Here.”

Walking around the desk Craig sat on the edge in front of her, handing her a tissue. 

“Well, you must be the only one who misses me.”

Cue the waterworks.  Lynne started crying forward; her head pushed unexpectedly directly into Craig’s lap as she sobbed uncontrollably and incoherently about all she put into the company.  Building the sales force up giving them her wisdom and “encouragement.”  And no one showed up to see her off!  Fuck them! 

“It’s not like that at all Lynne,”  Craig smiled as he spoke.  Making the words sound more condescending than comforting!  They had used her, and now they had no more use for her she thought.  She felt cheap.

“Than what is it like?”

Craig pressed the button on his phone and spoke to Anne, the receptionist.

“You know what to do.”

Hanging up the phone, Craig turned to Lynne and lifted her up into a comforting embrace.  It was so out of character for him to be nice!  But Lynne she was so distraught she barely noticed his 10 inches rubbing against her belly between them.  But even in distress?  Sex was on her mind as she felt herself getting wet between his arms as her cries became louder. 

“It’s okay.  I asked them to come in at 3, and we have a big sendoff planned.  No one could ever forget you, Lynne.”

With that Craig pressed his lips hard against hers, stealing the breath from her sobbing mouth and replacing it with his determined tongue!  He had never kissed her before, and the shock of the circumstance startled Lynne a bit.  Enough to distract her from hearing Anne enter behind her before the woman’s hands came across her ass, jolting her forward. 

Lynne turned momentarily shocked as the woman smiled up at her.  The choker around her neck, a reminder of the hours she had spent pulling her mouth onto her wet bush for her pleasure and amusement.  Her hands had been cuffed in front of her before she even had a chance to react as Craig was now working for his big hands back up her torso, ripping off her blouse in the process!  Even if she had the will to resist which she did not, she couldn’t leave the office undressed!

Lynne had closed the door behind her and began removing her soon to be ex-boss panties just as quickly as she buried her face between her thighs.

“Boss you were right!”  Anne squealed.  “She has a Butterfly on!”

Lynne was embarrassed at being discovered in this way but knew she was helpless.  She was always the type that once touched, needed more attention.  Many handshakes over the years escalated into wet, dirty sexual encounters which were one of the reasons she wanted to change and become a housewife. As her body was being manipulated against her stated free will, Lynne started to miss the office again!  Especially when the Butterfly that had been keeping her focused for weeks was being held in the air for her soon to be ex-boss to see while the secretary began rimming her ass to perfection.  

“I told you so.  Lynne is as much of a pervert as the rest of us!  She can’t leave.”

Flipping her over onto her stomach Lynne knew what came next.  Craig entered her roughly from behind, thrusting into her as if it were the last time while Anne went to the front of the desk and began kissing her deeply while fingering her wet snatch.  Lynne was cumming within seconds and Craig, being so turned on wasn’t far behind her in shooting his load deep into her!  Soon they switched positions.  With the receptionist cleaning her out while Craig put his still semi-hard cock into Lynne’s mouth the way she always liked it.  Drooling and needing motivation!

She hardly noticed the cuffs being placed around her ankles as she kissed the cock between her lips like an old friend!  Her senses were in a frenzy from having someone, no two someones to share her bliss!  She had been faithful for two months now and hoped to get pregnant on her Honeymoon, but that didn’t seem so important now as she trembled, splayed across Craig’s desk with his cock in her mouth and a tongue up her vagina!  If they had done this before she would have never left! 

Craig’s desk was clear which should have been a clue, but Lynne had been so hurt she never noticed, and now she was handcuffed and nude in his office.  When flipped onto her back Anne could see it was noon!  Craig mounted her chest and began the slow tit fuck, complete with dick slaps to the face that always made he feel appreciated by her boss!  She especially loved when Anne placed her wet pussy on her mouth taking turns licking her nipples and Craig’s cock intermittently.  Keeping them both coated in saliva as her pussy convulsed beneath them, waiting for an intruder to make it all better!  She wouldn’t have to wait long. 

Lynne felt her legs being lifted into the air by the chain attached to each ankle as she felt the familiar pulse of a hot cock between them!  Had more people come in?  Her orgasm began, and before long, it seemed as if she had lost track of the cummings and goings!  She was helpless to defend her most precious parts that she had been saving for her Fiancé as much as keeping from her staff. 

One after the other Lynne was sent off by her loving staff.  By the time Craig had unleashed a second load over her nipples and face, and Lynne was greeted hello with a deep kiss from Ted’s wife Janine, who licked the cum off dutifully.  Anne had concluded most of her staff had given her a proper goodbye! 

 Brad, Joseph, Melvin.  Greg, Wayne. Todd.  They all came!  Twice so it seemed.  By the time Lynne recovered hours later all that was left were presents and Ted’s wife in a 69 with Anne in the corner of the room!  Ted was with Lynne, fucking her with his biggest Dick in the company by 2 inches at least until settling his head between her thighs and licked her back to reality!  Why did she have to leave?

The next night Lynne was married but sore.  She was also pleasantly surprised when most of the staff made it down to the wedding as an unexpected surprise!  After the reception, Lynne asked her new husband if it was ok to forgo sex and just cuddle and talk since she was tired from the tight schedule which he agreed to.  It was a beautiful night and the wind off of the Atlantic Ocean in St.Croix was perfect, and though she was horny as usual, she knew Hubby would never do under the circumstance! There was a lot to discuss.  Such as how she had changed her mind about quitting just yet. 



Camille kissed her boyfriend and told him that she loved him which in a form was the truth.  She would be working late tonight.  In leaving the apartment in the same manner as any other day, except an hour earlier Chad would have no reason to believe she would be lying to him.  It was a big presentation day.  There was no purpose in questioning what had become the most steadying relationship of his young life.  They were solid, and that was all that he knew. 

Men, for the most part, had always disappointed Camille.  Promising big rewards and providing slim margins.  At least in the business world, she could see the disappointment coming and turn a profit!  What she wanted at the time was what he wanted so for Camille’s plans things were almost perfect.  She was affectionate towards her fiancé as her lover had convinced her it was ok to feel something for them both.  Chad still had the perfect girlfriend and future wife for him in Camille and was a lucky man to live with such a stunningly beautiful and smart woman.  She didn’t bother him to spend time or for attention, as he built his career either which was a plus.  She had accepted him the way that he was.

When they first met, it was a cerebral match the two represented that brought them together.  Right age, right looks. Camille who was smoking hot but reserved and mostly cool to life.  Her rare appearance of sexiness was of the few and far between category, and enough to impress the men in Chad’s circle to whom superficial things mattered most.  The image was the thing. 

At the time, a steady man was acceptable for Camille as sex was a trained afterthought.  The ignition flames from a few licks of Chad’s tongue between her thighs that had ignited the few encounters between them faded than stopped long ago.  The suggested reason was fatigue and a busy work schedule, so it was as if they were already an old, married couple.  The drunken night spent after two pedestrian dates, when every dirty desired deed and wish was granted by the other had been entirely forgotten by him.   

Camille denied herself the growing impulses she felt for licking and sucking cock with Chad instead,  saving that part of herself for others.  Her mother had convinced her that no man wants a whore for a wife and her father had proved it by divorcing her.

Camille always felt guilty for not telling her father sooner about what she knew and saw with her own eyes but instead tried to gain his approval by becoming the opposite woman her whore mother had proven to be.  Stephen was bringing something out of her the young woman believed her mother probably understood well.  Her panties became moist with shame just thinking what she allowed him to do to her!  Camille played with herself recounting chances she had taken with him.  She barely recognized herself those days or even now, squeezing her clitoris so hard she didn’t see the men in the truck beside her watching her intense rubbing and driving technique.

She had slipped her panties off as soon as she got to the side of the vehicle.  Stepping out of them one heel at a time before bending down straight legged to collect the conservative undergarments as one of her male neighbors watched the micro dress she barely wore rise above her toned ass.  The marks she had explained away to unsuspecting Chad as being seated uncomfortably for an extended period of time exposed as they lay across her tanned from lying on Stephen’s veranda bottom.  Leaning into the car, Camille retrieved a clear lotion from the center console and poured it into her hand as she stood outside the vehicle.  Placing her leg inside the open door, Camille leaned forward slightly before rubbing the liquid into the cracks and crevices of her hot bottom in a circular motion.  Her finger paused momentarily before she pressed it up, into her moist vagina briefly and applied that juice as well.  Camille looked over her shoulder and into his eyes before fully entering the vehicle, noticing a tent forming in the previously unseen neighbor’s shorts when she looked directly into his gaze and smiled.  Camille waved at him as she drove away. She may need his help one day when Chad wasn’t around she thought.  One never knows about anything these days. 

She was meeting Chad’s boss about becoming a client, and she was prepared to close.  Her secret lover was opening many new doors, and in purchasing the PR Firm, she worked for, had inserted her as the new CEO.  How he was able to get her old boss to stay on and take her orders, she wondered about but hadn’t got around to asking yet.  Not caring about anything past her journey.

The meeting was being held in a private suite at 11am at the Marriot usually reserved for Cocktail events or pre-Bachelor parties.  Stephen had made all of the arrangements.  She didn’t head to the office and was expected to check into a separate suite in the hotel for an 8 am the massage.  Camille would have preferred to prepare for her presentation which she had just completed, not just expecting to be given the business!  She wanted to earn it the right way despite Stephen promising that she would be given that chance.  But only if she did things his way, without questions.  The last part being entirely against her nature as gossip was an integral part of who she was.

She had arrived at the room and done as he said.  Disrobed entirely and waited for the masseuse to enter.  She wore the plush white robe over her body and thought about the presentation being set up downstairs by her former boss, Andrew.  He had always been such a prick as a boss, and now, he was the one taking her shit!  She wondered what her lover had over him and wanted to know how he had completed the takeover so adroitly, but the knock on the door interrupted the useless questions.

“We are here for your massage.” 

The tall, married couple walked into the suite with the male laying out the massage table and a separate, smaller table which he began to place various items on.  His wife proceeded to introduce themselves to the woman as she was surprised to see them together.  She had never seen a pair of masseuses and was instantly uncomfortable with the arrangement. 

“I’m Jane.  And this is my husband Jim and this note, I believe this for you Camille.”

She handed Camille the letter and proceeded towards the bathroom closing the door as Camille hardly noticed women.  Her husband, Jim, however, Camille did notice continued to prepare.  Even smiling at her softly.  What a hunk!  She almost thought Jane was going to introduce him as Tarzan!  He was tall, around 6’4 with huge hands and from what she could see from his immodest slacks, a dick that matched his proportions!  Camille was unaware there would be two of them which made her more unsure about the situation despite knowing it was too late to make another decision.  Having a strange, large, aroused man who could take her by force anytime he chose in such close quarters might not be for the best.  All she had been thinking about was Stephen’s hard dick and the dirty deeds he wanted her to complete for him.  Knowing Tarzan’s fit wife who could kick her ass was just behind the door poised to catch them wasn’t ideal.  She had almost forgotten the note Jane had handed her as the possible scenarios ran through her mind were this visit under different circumstances!  She opened the envelope deciding to get a grasp of the situation before asking them to leave so she could do things her way. 


     I wanted you wholly relaxed and prepared for the day, so I asked my personal masseuse Jane to help.  I don’t want you burdened with concerns about your meeting this morning and command you to turn yourself over to Jane and Jim completely as you have done for me.  They are there for your pleasure.  I don’t have to explain it is all a part of our arrangement.  Enjoy.


Jane opened the bathroom door as Camille finished reading her last sentence, holding a pair of handcuffs bound together with a foot long chain.  She wore a bikini now which accentuated her toned/muscular physique.  He black hair was a contrast to her husband’s blonde locks and now loosened to her shoulders.  She turned towards her husband and nodded, and his shirt was lifted above his head, revealing his similar physique to hers.  She turned to Camille and spoke. 

“I need you to lie on the table face down, and please extend your arms.”

Camille had hoped that her lover Stephen would stop by for a quickie but hadn’t expected anything like this!  She looked at Jane directly before dropping her head, symbolically acknowledging the woman’s dominance as she moved onto the table.  Her hands were then bound loosely by the cuffs, and Camille immediately felt Jim’s oiled hands across her back as his fingers magically erased her tensions.

 For 10 minutes, the man touched her in ways Camille had never before experienced!  His hands were adept at finding all of her tense muscles, making her whole body weak to the touch!  She had almost forgotten the cuffs underneath her head or the other woman in the room as her eyes closed and fell into a massage induced sleep.  Wondering if she would awaken in time for the presentation until she was jolted awake by Jane’s hand caressing her inner thighs as a lesbian panic set in on Camille. 

“Open them.”

Camille had never been with a woman or given it much thought before now.  Sure, girls hit on her, but she had seen her mother sucking her friend’s pussy once in the kitchen and knew it was a big part of her mother being a whore.  The thought crossed her mind as she widened her legs and the woman inserted her fingers into her moistened vagina gently, as she would.

She felt the table drop inward and was temporarily startled as her legs touched the ground!  She was bent over now and attempted to stand before Jim, standing above her head grabbed her handcuffs in the middle, stopping her immediately. 

Her eyes were staring directly at the naked Adonis colossal dick!  It had to be 11 inches and was almost as wide!  He grinned at her, pressing a button on the side of the table, folding the top of the table, so there was nothing for Camille to lean on.  His wife had her legs in between Camille’s, and she knew better to attempt to close them even as the woman manipulated her towards orgasm.  She was completely under their control! 

Jim released her hands, allowing her to bring them down before grabbing her hair and pushing her mouth onto his dripping cock.  She gladly ran her lips across his precum, savoring the taste while her head was pushed further onto this enormous rod!  She wanted Stephen’s dick, but Jim’s was delicious on her tongue right now!  She wondered how it would feel inside her, tearing her walls apart as Jane adeptly moved her fingers across her inner walls, simultaneously circling the palm of her hand across her mound!  Camille could feel the intense orgasm building inside of her and was ready to burst when Jim lifted her mouth off of him.  The combination of her saliva and his precum clung to the side of her face as she gasped for breaths of air but wanting to scream for more!  She had forgotten about everything except her own happiness and need to get off which was how her lover had planned things to go. 

“Bring her to me hubby.”

Camille was stood up by Jim grasping the chain between the clasped cuffs,  He held them above her head, so she was forced to walk on her toes to avoid being dragged into the bedroom.  She wanted to run to the king-sized bed instead of Camille feeling the cuffs cut into her flesh as she was pulled along, heightening her arousal by being so easy and defenseless.  Jane slapped the woman once she arrived on the bed by her husband’s hand as if reading her whorish thoughts.  Camille came a little as she felt the blow from the healthy amazon woman, but didn’t understand what she had done wrong.   

“So you think you can just suck my husband’s cock without asking permission you slut.  Just because whores like you think you deserve a real man’s dick?”

She whispered into Camille’s ear while her husband stood behind her.  Rubbing his horse dick around Camille’s slick vagina in a circular motion which only served to arouse her again. 

   “But you don’t. Not yet.” Jane snarled.

Jim walked forward and placed the head of his cock directly in front of both Camille and Jane.  Camille instinctively opened and move towards it only to have her hair yanked back roughly by Jen. 

“Horny sluts like you need to learn to be patient.  Ask properly.”

With that, Jane proceeded to deep throat her husband’s massive hard-on adeptly, swallowing the whole thing in one attempt!  Camille watched in awe as the woman released the member and kissed Camille on her soft, gasping lips.  Their tongues and tastes intermingled as Camille felt the lingering bitters of her own pussy on the woman’s tongue. 

Jane looked at her as if she knew what Camille was thinking and placed her husband’s cock back into Camille’s waiting mouth.  She rubbed her own body against Camille, sliding down until her head and tongue rested between Camille’s waiting, wet slit.  Camille had never imagined a woman could make her feel so good!  Her body shook and convulsed as images of her hungry mother, hands on their neighbor’s nipple squeezing as Jen now held hers in her hands now were awash in her mind!  And while sucking the Camille hungrily to orgasm after orgasm! 

Jim was holding her head in both hands now and began to cum in her mouth as Camille nearly choked yet continued to swallow despite her own cries of pleasure!   Jane stopped licking Camille long enough to release his cock from the struggling woman’s mouth and aim the rest of his load onto Camille’s waiting, naturally tanned breasts.  Jane licked the C cups clean before placing her mouth over Camille’s, allowing the woman to savor the flavors before pushing Camille onto her back to recuperate!  Jim stood and released the cuffs.  Kissing her wrists after the couple collectively dressed and began to exit, leaving the table on the floor. 

“About the presentation which by the way was moved back to 1 pm.  Stephen wants me to come back alone this to make sure you are awake and help you prepare. And don’t worry dear, I have a keycard.”   

She wore the dress he asked her to despite having laughed at his request uncomfortably. Red and short with matching heels in a combination she’d never imagined wearing together before out of modesty.  A plunging neckline accentuating her cleavage perfectly balanced the sterling silver necklace dangling and shimmering in the evening light.  Coating the cavern between her breasts with glitter caused the woman to tingle to the touch as she just envisioned her future lover’s tongue devouring them.  Grazing her thigh with her left hand but resisting the temptation to masturbate. He had known what she would be thinking and cautioned her not to.  As if they were already of one mind. 

He even knew what her thoughts would be as she typed the address into the GPS.  Sure, she had memorized the directions!  But her mind had been wandering all day, and she wasn’t about to take a chance on getting lost.  It was so unlike her to act this reckless manner, disregarding consequence.  But he made her feel a certain way about things.  Added perspective and color to the sky and the world that held it, so she thought, why not?

The vision of the wanton woman reflecting she resembled but had never known excited Camille.  Was she really moistening at the thought of letting a strange man fuck her any way he chose?   She was thinking of herself as a sex object and not the complete woman she was inside.  Allowing her brilliance to be usurped by the eroticism of her sexual self.  Camille was finally doing as her girlfriends suggested she try many times, living in the moment. 

With new things come new sensations.  The dampness of anticipation between her thighs or the thoughts that accompanied it.  Never before experienced they made the woman feel as if she were someone else!  Thinking about his hands, large and strong.  Taking liberties that no man, not even her fiancé had taken with her. Not that she would have minded if he had and spared them both this experience of lust by being more into her than he was.  Camille’s awakening had not been as much as unceremoniously brought to life by another man.  She just didn’t know if she should feel guilty about it.  Being turned on as she was. 

Her stride became longer in the heels as she reminisced. The feeling of his fingers caressing her thighs despite her inaudible objection.  How his hand had stopped moving right beneath her pulsating vagina or she would have surely erupted to the touch!  Was that lucky?  She remembered her hand placed on his slacks as she grasped his large cock.  Him pulling her close until her breasts were pushed and pressed hard against his open mouth.  How her blouse had unbuttoned without her ever noticing she was in such a state.  His hands were everywhere now!  Caressing her neck before bringing her face to his and fucking her pussy with his fingers so adeptly she came standing directly in front of him in her conservative workwear!  She felt like a dirty librarian as Camille powerless to stop him from taking her then or now.  So she figured she might as well enjoy it.

He had disappeared as quickly as he said that he would. Leaving Camille alone to return to her unknowing co-workers and loving beau. Wet from the excitement of what transpired in a dark room.  A secret no one had seen.  She begged her fiancé to make love to her that night, but he wouldn’t, or couldn’t.  Either one not mattering to the woman beyond ‘no’.   So Camille had fucked herself to sleep distraught knowing she would keep her secret and her lover knowing her future husband would never satisfy her after that day.

“Good evening and glad you could make it!” Stephen announced.

Stepping out of the darkness of the room and into the light of her brown eyes, Camille could see the smile radiating across his face. The light refracted off of his brown skin and devilish grin.  Carrying a bottle of wine in one hand and two glasses in the other, Camille could feel her warm olive skin glistening as he drew closer, and her body functions began to rebel against her conscience thoughts of calm.  Neither hoping nor knowing if it would be a long night.  Camille was just excited to see him again and this time, with no distractions.

Kneeling before her he set down the bottle of wine directly under the chair. His arms were muscled and capable of crushing her! The thought excited her to no end as she attempted once again decipher her desires from her feelings to no avail.

“This is a dark wine. Not expensive but intense.” He calmly announced to his captive audience of one.

The chair no longer as cold or uninviting as waves of excitement now seemingly mixed with the heat from this beautiful man she never really knew!  Setting down the glass to her left she noticed the red hue of the wine off of the light of the candle.  He poured with his right hand while his left hand perused her lower leg.  His hands in continuous motion they seemingly never rested.  But his voice, calm and slow to the wind.  Once again, he had taken liberties and invaded her darkly guarded space without her having a choice or objection.  She only wanted what was coming to her now.  His finger continued this time.  Sliding up the center of her moistness until momentarily encircling her clitoris. 

“Drink,” Stephen suggested as his hand latched onto her thigh, pulling Camille’s entire frame forward.

Camille reached for the glass which he playfully pulled away from her.  Wanting and receiving the desired reaction.  Stephen smiled before providing the libation and eliciting a shy grin from the horny woman as he hands her the glass.  Her legs placed over his shoulders she leans back into position as Stephen parts her pussy with his dexterous tongue. Camille feels the time slow as she sips her wine wondering where he has been all of her life! 

His tongue was magic!  Licking her sticky sweet fold with purpose and skill!  Such pleasure she never knew existed unleashed in an orgasmic torrent!  His lips were kissing their way up towards her face and locking upon her lips. The flavors of Red and Camille intermingles she kissed him deeply.  Clutching and grabbing his body in the way he had her that night. Strongly and sure. At that moment, she was no longer lost.

“Before I could ever ask you to be with me” Standing and pausing for effect now. “It would only be right I give you good reason!”

His manhood now directly in front of her face Camille found herself entranced in a moment that was seeming to last forever! Clit throbbing to the point of explosion as she thought about her man. Her future Husband and indifferent lover never made her feel this way!  She thought and felt intensely while her soon to be lover’s words sang out to her like music.

Reaching down and grabbing the second glass off the floor this man stood above her. Hovering and inspecting as he circled around her slowly.  Looking for the right vantage point to reach into her carefully constructed outfit.  He had told her before his feelings on people behaving in the manner which they would like to be treated. So as his hands coupled each of her breasts the intrusion sent a jolt through her body.  The woman’s will to resist him lost completely as her wetness built once more into the gentle relief that being with Stephen allowed her. Knowing how much he desired her while realizing she never truly had been satisfied by any man before yesterday.  It was almost as humbling as being reduced to a shivering satisfied cheating slut she now felt she was becoming.

Camille now held her empty glass in her extended hand unsure of what to do next.   He caught it on her last finger before it fell to the ground and poured her another.

“Drink.” Camille did so this time without pause.

The hands returned to her breasts forcefully. Both nipples hardened and pained as she felt Stephen’s tongue once more devouring the dew drops with artful licking and biting. Skillfully removing the dress in a manner she could have not expected but was relieved when done. Not knowing what was happening to her or how Camille found herself entering into a separate zone of consciousness. Indifferent to everything as her new lover continued to tease her clit to the point of insanity and exhaustion!

Lifting her legs by the thighs from her comfortable chair she realized she may have underestimated his strength!  She was not accustomed to skillfully being maneuvered onto a lover’s cock like Stephen was doing!  With each step moving his engorged cock deeper inside of her.  Her vagina walls were contracting and grasping at him desperately despite t being stretched to their limits!  Stephen stroked his lover carefully and skillfully, allowing her to become accustomed to him.  He was a patient lover.  Detailing as her body shook uncontrollably with each stroke of his shaft. He would have his way with her another time he thought.  Candace was hooked on his sex now.  She wouldn’t deny him anything he knew as he smiled and looked into Camille’s well-fucked face and eyes.  There would be no turning back. 

As he lifted his 9 inches of dick out of her, Camille was experiencing a daisy chain of orgasms!  It was the first time felt a part of something or someone ever.  She delighted in the euphoria of the never experienced moment. Wishing only that she could show Stephen how much he changed her world!  How much she loved being here with him! 

Placing her mouth around Stephen’s dick before he could suggest it was not what she normally would have done with what’s his name.  She couldn’t remember her fiance’s name!  But she was well past thinking when she “allowed” him to fuck her face with a fury that had not shown in his prior lovemaking.  She actually found herself enjoying being used for sex instead of money and felt herself change the moment he pulled out, cumming all over her makeup.  Camille felt one last mind shattering orgasm as he shot his last load between her sore to the touch tits, seemingly cooling them down.

Camille wondered how she was going to break off the engagement at such a late date.  Or even if she should since her Fiancé would probably never notice anything different!   Stephen had told her things that they would do and she hadn’t believed him.  He also said she could have the best of both worlds as long as he could call her by definition, cheating slut.  Which she knew she now was for him and would not give up without showing him what he would lose. 


“You would be surprised at what I think about.”

James’s eyebrows rose at the sly tone in Crystal’s voice.  The mere though her thoughts were anything close to his was enough to stir his black snake to awareness.  The same thoughts James confided to her Husband that brought him into the Ministry in the 1st place were always in his mind.

Even if he had learned to lie about it pretty well.  Restraining the feelings of flesh that had run his life before the present good work James was doing for Religion.  The house presided over by Crystal’s husband, James’s spiritual mentor.  The momentary thought of the Pastor’s wife spread eagled before him would soon pass.  Leaving his heavily weighted black cock as his personal Burden to Bear.  Such was his new life.

Crystal smiled over her shoulder outside of James’s studied gaze.  She knew all about his weakness of the flesh because her Husband had mentioned in innocent conversation a few times.  Never in detail.  And never with the intention to embarrass one of his loyal flock!  Crystal sensed a bit of envy and excitement in her Husband’s voice in mentioning James ‘weakness’ for women.  The Pastor tried to be careful about how much he envied and admired James former life!  Especially in front of his pure and polished wife.  She never experienced such things.  

But still. Crystal knew his attraction to James was more and, unrequited.  This man was far from interested in Men and if the Pastor had a secret attraction to him, he kept it from her the best that he could. James was not that man anymore and it was obvious a stud like James had different tastes.  Much more of a man in comparison to her husband!  But still, the Pastor liked to keep him close.

The job of being a Pastor’s wife was part Confidant.  Part homemaker.  Part Breeder and full-time beard.  The Pastor barely bred her and their only Daughter was now 18 and off to College soon.  The marriage was more two girlfriends than husband and wife!  Even if they never talked about their lack of sex.  In between his various trips out of town, The Pastor enjoyed telling other people’s secrets which worked because Crystal secretly loved to hear them, it was a great way of avoiding dealing with the lack of intimacy in their own marriage. The Pastor though didn’t dare go into detail about James though.  And it only made Crystal more curious about him. 

As a couple, they had drifted apart long ago.  Her hard body was simply for aesthetics it seemed. as Crystal easily went months in between her Husband’s conjugal activities.  Time has a way of uncovering hidden truths and the Good Book couldn’t hide The Pastor’s growing feminine tendencies either.  His travel schedule increased over the years while she had found comfort as a companion and leader of the women of the Church.  Diving headfirst into the responsibility of setting a good example and forgetting all about sex. She married him and left College after her Freshman year to start a Family and have Babies!  And hoped their sex life would be better.  At least she had Rebecca.

The Pastor had been amorous and engaged in holding her attention when they courted.  It made up for a lot of ‘shortcomings’ that he had been so sweet to Crystal before their marriage.  Taking the time to caress her body lovingly before church.  He would add to it with a future broken promise of more affection.  Going as far to smack her ass playfully before leaving early to prepare for service.  These days?  A shrill goodbye from across their expansive home.  The Congregation was generous.  But creature comforts did not calm her most Basic needs and desires!  And Crystal was beginning to let her mind wander.

As a young mother, Crystal would never keep late hours at the Church.  Rebecca needed her attention all of the time and her husband insisted his daughter be doted upon.  But Rebecca was older now.  A beautiful and sneakily rebellious free Spirit that barely accepted any parenting beyond the basics.  For the last two years?  All the girl thought about was Boys and Crystal suspected she was well past thinking!   Young Rebecca’s Web Browser reflected how much of a pervert her once innocent Daughter was becoming!

Crystal made a Daily practice of spying her Internet activities.  Which was having an effect on Mom’s  own thoughts as well!  She could never tell the Pastor what she had found out of fear of losing her Daughter’s trust.  He would find a way to restrict Rebecca’s access which would mean, Crystal would have to search the sites herself!  How would she explain her daughter’s affinity for such Hardcore pornography?  Or satisfy her own growing craving to see watch it too!  She couldn’t tell without outing herself. 

The Visuals of her daughter’s favorite sites kept her awake at night.  Tossing and turning to things she would never imagine on her own!  Set into her every waking thought!  Crystal’s limited exposure to worldly things worked against her now.  She was married to a husband who hardly touched her.  And most of her time being spent at the Church with James after watching pornography off of her Delicate teen daughter’s Computer.  The routine was beginning to have an effect!   

“Crystal.  Are you ok?”

James had moved behind her so close, Crystal could feel the heat of his breath on her neck!  Wanting to touch the woman and kiss her hard on the lips.  James first instinct was to reach for her head and grab a handful of her hair to strut his Dominance.  His reluctance was more out of respect for their surroundings more than fear or apprehension of dicking her deep!  His former Carnal self would have read her signs and fucked her ass many times by now!  But James turned away from sins of the flesh and with it, white pussy.  One more eager than the next to gobble his 10 inches just to feel him inside of their throbbing pussy walls!  But the change couldn’t stop him from reminiscing!

James once loved tying the objects of his deviant affections hands behind their backs.  Especially after his first, gentle fuck that he knew too well how to administer.  The second time was never that way.  Tying their hands allowed him to better control their reactions to his deep, wide strokes.  And when he eventually got to that point?  James especially enjoyed humiliating the sluts for their willingness to please him.  Calling them by their names and making them admit how much they enjoyed how his cock felt inside their strained but pleasured holes.  Better than their boyfriends or husbands because that is what kept most of them coming back!

James especially enjoyed having them call out their spouses names for help before cumming.  Telling the woman to scream his name in a sentence that went…

“James.  Thank you for making me cum sir.  (Insert name) could never please me like you!”

And they almost always came back for more!  The type of women James fucked for kicks were exactly like the Pastor’s wife!  He could smell her lust whenever they were alone now and his Dick was almost always hard as Granite around her!  She was a Beautiful woman.  A trophy wife.  With a mouth that was being completely wasted by never sucking his black stick.  His resistance was faltering as was his faith.  Why would he be tested this way?

The tension between the trusted Deacon and the sexually unattended to Pastor’s wife was growing with each interaction.  His resolve to resist was weakening.  He usually just thought of his beautiful brown skinned wife to resist but not being able to imagine what she even looked like was a problem with no solution at the moment!  As Crystal turned instinctively, brushing her taut breasts against what felt like a well-developed chest!  Her well-curved ass felt a rush of energy shoot through her pulsing pussy.  Tightening her Tits and moistening the space between her thighs as it contracted between them.  A pulse so strong it moved through her fingertips.  The temptation of the was upon them.

“Excuse me.  I should go home.  Rebecca is waiting for me.”

Her head was tilted downward, so as not to look directly into his eyes, and give herself away.  Crystal had let her mind had wandered and she knew in another minute, her fidelity would follow! 

Recalling a scene from her Daughter’s online browser that seemed to always be on her mind lately.  The woman resembled Crystal in every way.  They could easily be Sisters!  Her tits were forced against the window glass of the Office.  Her Black lover, who didn’t look like James at all beyond what she imagined was a large stick of Black Dynamite.  The actor pushing his black pole into and out of the woman’s self-lubricating pussy and by now, Crystal could recall each elongated stroke!  She had never seen a woman squirt before and reasoned the rough way in which the man handles her doppelganger must have been the reason why!  Twisting her arm behind her back before shooting his white cum into and out of her pussy before the woman knelt on her knees, sucking the rest out of the eye of the storm!  The image of his last spurt landing on her face when she was sure he had nothing left was etched into Crystal’s brain!   She wondered if given the chance, would James do her the same way? 

Crystal imagined the contractions the woman must have been experiencing before she came.  His dark hands, pulling her hips across his Beautiful stick!  Powerful thrusts, pounding her face against the glass the woman she was powerless to resist.  All she could do was wait as he reached around the helpless white woman, squeezing her jutting tits and pink nipples mercilessly!  The contrast of their skin was Beautiful!  His hands left reddened marks on her body as he slapped her ass sometimes before pulling her onto its girth over and over!  It wasn’t quite Bondage.  But it was a level of sexual domination Crystal had never experienced with her Husband!  The only man she had ever been with. 

The Actress screams were a mixture of Pain and pleasure!  Though Crystal doubted she was acting much.  His face though grinned with each expression of pained sexual lust and anguish from the helplessly pleasured woman’s face!  These scenes were NOT something a Pastor’s wife or Daughter should be thinking about or watching!  And definitely not something she wanted to try!  And as she left the Church building, Crystal resolved to never watch such filth again!  Knowing it almost made her act unfaithfully.  James dick did look pretty big though.    

Driving away, Crystal recalled the large bulge in James slacks brushing against her midsection as she moved past him.  And there was a wetness between her legs which didn’t make for a comfortable drive home!  If her Husband were home, she would probably rape him!  But then again, she would probably have to!  He was away though.  Leaving her and Rebecca to their own devices. 

Pulling into the garage Crystal entered the Kitchen where Rebecca greeted her near the door in a Nightshirt.  It was obvious she wore nothing beneath it, as her rounded breasts and nipples poked into each number.

“Hi, Mom.  You are back early.  Why didn’t you call?  I would have warmed up Dinner for you.”

She was a good daughter Crystal knew loved her very much.  Once an excellent student of the Bible who her Father believed would make a great wife one day.  But then again, he hadn’t seen her web browser!  Crystal smiled and ran the back of her hand across her face, where dried streaks of sweat illuminated in the light cumming through the window.  The rough and sticky strains of sweat seemed barely familiar while over her Daughter’s shoulder, Crystal noticed two boys sneaking out from the Bushes.  They made their way down the Drive, towards the street.   Another secret she should keep from her Pastor husband?  And from their looks, Crystal hoped they weren’t planning on walking far.  They would surely be picked up and have to explain where they were coming from! And if they told the truth.  Two Black boys coming from the Preacher’s home at that hour?  They would surely face the wrath of the local Officers.  Making a scene or calling the police was not an option Crystal considered.  And neither was asking Rebecca for an explanation, but the fear of what she might actually ask Rebecca held her tongue-tied!  Saying nothing and avoiding scandal seemed the smartest thing to do at the moment.  That and make believe one of the Boys hadn’t smiled directly at her before turning to run away.

Crystal could barely sleep that night!  She knew she was being tested by temptation and lust, imagining all types of things whenever her eyes would close.  Wanting to touch herself but knowing it could only lead to a weaker constitution for fidelity.  But the thoughts running through her head couldn’t be removed!  It was a difficult night, to say the least. 

Crystal overslept and by the time she hit the kitchen, Rebecca was long gone for school.  Just a few more weeks left and the 18-year-old would be finished with High School and off to College.  Where no doubt she would experiment with more Boys like the ones in the Bushes.  Crystal felt jealous of her Daughter but also wished they could trade places!   Even if only for a day!  Or a moment.    The phone rang snapping Crystal out of her haze, if not out of her fantasy as James was on the other end of the line. 

“Hope I didn’t wake you but the Pastor called saying he was trying to reach you and you didn’t answer your phone.  Is everything ok?”

Crystal paused momentarily before answering. 

“Yes.  Just slept in this morning.  Why did he feel it necessary to call you?”

Her tone was one of annoyance which only made James slack rise a bit.  He loved the defiant ones.  The ones with spirit sometimes tried to fuck him back.

“I really don’t know Crystal.  But he said his flight was delayed and he won’t be back until tomorrow afternoon and he was worried because you always answer him like a faithful wife.  Reception at the retreat is terrible.  Maybe you should check your messages?”

Crystal reached for her phone.  Noticing the group of messages from her husband.  Confirming exactly what James just told her.  He was going to have to catch a flight in the morning and she should prepare for another night without him.  Frustrated at the texts.  Crystal couldn’t help but curse.


“I’m sorry?”  

James had never imagined anything dirty coming out of her sweet mouth except for his cock.  And that was more of a dream. 

“I’m sorry James.  Please forgive me.  I just miss my Husband’s company and slipped.  Please don’t tell anyone about this.”

“Your secret is safe with me Crystal.” James continued.  “Besides, who would believe me?”

They both laughed at the thought of a shared secret and the possibility of anyone actually believing the secret, should he ever decide to tell! 

“I am going to get in the shower and come to the Church early.  Will you be there?” she asked.

“I am in my car now.  Are you getting in right away?” James asked.

That was a strange question.  Crystal wondered why he would ask that and hesitated to respond to the personal question long enough for James to continue.

“I was going to get Coffee and want to make sure its fresh and hot for you so, I am trying to gauge your ETA.”

Of course!  James was always bringing in treats for their long days going over the books and preparing the Church’s agenda.  He was always thoughtful in that way.  The family home was very close to the Church and, over time he had become very good at gauging her arrival based upon the most basic information.   His request was completely innocent. 

“I am getting in the shower in 10 minutes and will meet you at the Church in 40.  Caramel Macchiato please.” Smiling at the phone in a way she never could in person. 

“Whatever you’d like.”

20 minutes later, Crystal was drying herself off and opened the door to her Bathroom with her robe tied around her waist.  Her hair was wet and covering parts of her face, which didn’t allow for her to see James, sitting in the edge of her bed as she exited.

“The lady asked for Caramel.”

She nearly jumped out of her robe! 

“What are you doing here, in my house?  In my bedroom?” 

“Calm down.  I was just driving by and realized.  By the time you get to the church.  Your Expresso will be cold and the cream melted.  So I decided to bring it by first and keep going.  The front door was open.”

Even if this was true, there was no good reason for James to be in her Bedroom!  She was a married woman and, the Pastor’s wife!  James must have known how inappropriate this was and still, here he was!  His white teeth smiling as if nothing at all was wrong with her covered naked body being an inch from his grasp!  Even with the extended coffee cup in hand, Crystal was confronted with the very real possibility of being alone with James.  Should she scream?

“Here.  Before it gets cold.”

His calm was both unnerving and comforting simultaneously.  Crystal reached out to grasp the cup which allowed one of her breasts to become exposed in the process.  In pulling the soft robe over the tip of her areola, she felt the tingle of arousal.  She was excited and seemingly, in danger.  As James made no effort to turn away or remove himself from the room after she took the cup from his hand. 

“Drink up Crystal.  We have a long morning ahead of us.”

With that, James smiled and turned brushed past her into the Bathroom.  He acted as if it was his own home!  Crystal sipped the delicious Expresso anyway.  Still, a bit confused from the warm shower after a night of broken sleep.  She could hear him using the Bathroom behind her and the echo that was deeper than what she usually heard from her husband.  It would have been the perfect time to get dressed quickly.  Or look for a weapon.  Or even call the Police!  But instead, she sipped the Coffee patiently and waited in her robe for him to finish. 

“Crystal.  There is a problem with your fancy toilet.  Could you help me?” James yelled.

“I don’t think I can James and I think you should leave immediately and meet me at the Church?”  she replied. 

“Ok.  But I still need your help.” He said.

Crystal knew she shouldn’t.  Knew everything about this interaction was completely wrong.  But her feet moved forward into the Bathroom towards where James’ voice had emanated from.  A room she had designed herself with a walk-in tub, big enough for two but rarely ever used for one.  And a shower large enough to fit 4 people comfortably.  She tightened the knot on her robe as she walked in a last-ditch attempt to protect her body until she reached James.  Sitting on the edge of the tub in nothing but his briefs. 

“And you need mine.”

James walked towards her, reaching into her robe and taking her bare flesh into his hands while planting a firm kiss on her lips!  Crystal shook her head back and forth, finding his open mouth on her own repeatedly as he did so.  And silently succumbing to his will. 

“I am tired of pretending to be good.” He whispered.  “So I know you are exhausted from actually being good!” 

The know on her robe was pulled off and James lifted her off of the ground.  Her naked pussy rubbing against the second cock ever Crystal felt a heat unlike any she had ever experienced!  It could have been the moment or all of the rules she was breaking!  But she couldn’t resist the feeling of lust that overtook her!  James handled her like a Man.  He decided what he wanted and was there to take it for the both of them!  There was no way of stopping him, even if she wanted to which, she didn’t! 

James sat her down on the white tile and lifted her right leg above her shoulder.  Her rosebud was completely exposed and the warm air from the Bathroom vents made her a bit hot.  But James tongue touched the bottom of her hole and moved its way up to her clit.  Encircling it in a gentle way that sent shivers into her womb and pussy juice streaming out of her hole.  She had never been eaten before since the Pastor considered the act “dirty” and in the moment, she understood what that really meant! 

James continued to examine her pussy with both sides of his tongue until Crystal had cum at least a dozen times!  For a woman who could honestly only recall one Orgasm in her life.  The multiple experiences had her senses reeling!  She no longer considered the circumstance or consequence.  Only what James would do to her next! 

She still hadn’t seen his naked cock.  He had taken the time to please her, but so far, asked for nothing in return!  James stood from between her soaked thighs.  Her juice dripping from his soft beard and grabbed her by the hair, forcing his snatch soaked tongue down her throat! 

“I have wanted to kiss you for so long Crystal.”

James spoke before once more, pushing her mouth open with his!  Her first taste of pussy was her own! 

“Grab my dick.”

He whispered in a commanding voice but, didn’t have to speak twice!  Crystal awkwardly fumbled for his monster cock and ran her hand up and down it awkwardly.  She didn’t know what to do next.  But was sure James would tell her! 

“I want you to kiss my cock before I fuck you silly.  Take off my Briefs Crystal.”

Reaching out with both hands, Crystal felt her face rub against the hard, black dick as she pushed off his drawers.  Upon reaching the top afterward, she opened her mouth wide and licked the knob in the same way she saw the woman do on her daughter’s porn!  Tasting the slick, clear ooze and pushing it in between her tongue and cheeks!  She felt a sensation of control never experienced, as James’ head moved backward at the moist feeling of her mouth!  She was no longer an unwilling accomplice.  She was a participant! 


Her voice echoed as she tasted the pre-cum that oozed forward through the Black Dynamite stick on her lips.  Crystal had never sucked cock before.  But what she lacked in experience, she more than made up for in enthusiasm!  It wasn’t long before James was ready to cum.  Marveling at the blonde haired, blue eyed woman’s efforts to get more of his long cock down her throat each time!   He knew he couldn’t last if she mastered the technique so soon so, he pulled out of her mouth and guided her into the shower. 

“Follow me.”

Turning the water on, James caressed the Pastor’s wife with care and caution before turning her around to face the stream of water.  His fingers plunged into her pussy first, ass second before he lined his dick up with her pink hole. 

“This is going to change you..” he said as he slid the tip of his cock in partially.

Crystal’s hands pressed against the shower walls as she moaned with the pleasure of the Foreign cock inside of her.  His second stroke place James halfway inside of her, about as deep as the Pastor had ever been inside of her!  Her vagina moved outward though in a way her Husband’s cock could never make it do.  And the 3rd stroke sent her eyes rolling back through her head! 

“Oh, My Lord.  Thank you!” she screamed!

  As James pushed her forward so her eyes faced the floor.  His thumb pressed into her tiny asshole at the same time, causing the sexually inexperienced Pastor’s wife to shoot a stream of cum all over James cock and thighs! 


James followed that by shooting a thick stream of baby batter into her stomach at the same time!  Causing Crystal’s knees to give way and James cock to slip out! 

“Suck the rest out.” He commanded.

And she did.  Without hesitation!  She wasn’t thinking about her husband now.  Though she did think about her Daughter and how grateful she was to her for putting these thoughts into her mind!   Planting the seeds for her happiness and giving her the strength to at her age, truly learn about the Joys of Sex!  And when she awoke hours later.  Still lying on the shower floor.  James nowhere to be seen but, Rebecca standing over her with a sly smile.  Crystal, she knew she had to do.  Fess up to her Daughter about everything she knew and what had happened today.  And end her marriage.

When the Pastor arrived home the next day, Crystal fucked him for one last time.  She had to.  She hadn’t used birth control for years and knew she couldn’t explain what was going to happen next.  They agreed to split with Pastor keeping the house and buying Crystal a new one for her and Rebecca in another state.  James after all knew all about the Pastor’s “business trips”.  And they were just as salacious as the Pastor’s wife and Daughter having children by the same married black Deacon. 

But that.  Is another story.