“You didn’t shave your pussy,” Derek said, shaking his head. Lisa stood with her hospital “scrubs” around her knees, exposing her fire red mound of pussy hair to her black lover. They were in his living room. The windows were open and a warm breeze pushed it’s way in. Lisa had come from the hospital where she worked, expecting an amorous encounter. Instead she found herself being reprimanded and forced to expose herself from the waist down.
“I meant to,” she attempted, “but it feels funny when it grows back.” Her gaze fell to the floor, her face was red.
“I want it shaved,” Derek said. “I’ve asked you to do this for me every week for a month now.”
“I know,” she said, biting her lip.
“We had an arrangement. Your husband’s cock is inadequate. You come to me and I fuck you – I satisfy your needs. Maybe we shouldn’t go on if you won’t do something as easy as shaving that bush off.”
Lisa shook her head, amazed at how much power she had given the man and how willing she was to accept his edicts. “I want to keep on seeing you,” she said. “I’ll shave it tonight. I promise. Give me another chance, please.”
Derek stepped close. He patted her ass with one hand and gripped her red pussy hair in the other, tugging on it until she whimpered in pain. “Alright,” he said, “shave it tonight. But you must be punished.”
“Yes,” Lisa managed, incredulous at her words, “you should punish me.”
Derek crossed the room. “Your husband is away on business. Tonight we’ll go out. You will wear no panties or bra, do you understand?”
“Yes, Lisa said, “I do.”
“And you will wear a skirt and low cut blouse.”
Lisa nodded. She was addicted to Derek’s touch, was in love with his long black cock, and couldn’t wait to be filled with his potent black sperm again. Something about him made her willing to do almost anything. The past few weeks had been heaven. He had given her the physical attention her husband couldn’t give, and the opportunity to live out the fantasy of being a married white woman, in her thirties, turned black slut.
There was a noise in the hallway. Lisa turned to see a young black man, in his early twenties, eyes focused on her. He was of average height, thin, with skin as black as coal. She bent to pull her scrubs up but Derek stopped her. “This is Jamul,” he said. “He’s a friend of mine. Leave your pants down. I want him to see you.”
Lisa blushed. She let the folds of green fabric fall. Jamul smiled hungrily. He crossed the room and patted her fine white ass. A huge bulge in his pants gave wont to his intentions. He looked her body over carefully.
“Lisa will suck your dick,” Derek said.
Jamul unzipped his pants and a long, hard, erection jutted forth. His balls hung low, dangling like rocks in a sack. Lisa’s heart raced. Part of her wanted to leave, but need for Derek’s approval and the eroticism of the moment overtook her. She felt silly standing there, half naked, showing herself to a total stranger. Until a few weeks prior she had been faithful to her husband of sixteen years. Now she was in over her head, about to suck a stranger’s cock, all because her black lover had instructed her to do so.
Derek looked on, patiently. “Get on your knees,” he ordered, “then you can go home.”
Lisa slumped to the floor. Jamul’s cock was long and covered with dark veins. She gripped his erection, licked the head of his shaft, and closed her eyes. She put her mouth around his shaft, while the young man guided his cock down her throat. She gagged, then forced herself to lap her tongue over the long black tool and began sucking. She sucked hard so he would cum, and rolled his balls in her hands. In a few moments his penis stiffened, spas med, and her mouth was filled with hot, sticky sperm. White cum dribbled from the corners of her mouth.
“Swallow,” Derek ordered.
Lisa swallowed, sucked Jamul’s cock, draining it of all juices, and swallowed again. With his dick out of her mouth, Jamul patted Lisa’s head and rubbed his fat balls in her face. She sucked his balls into her mouth and cleaned them with her tongue. When she was done Jamul had a satisfied smile on his face. “Thanks, bro,” he said, “and thank you too, you fine red headed woman.”
. . .
Derek was an hour late. Lisa met him at the door in a low-cut blouse that showed off her freckled 34C breasts. The mini skirt seemed to please Derek. He kissed her passionately and ran a hand between her legs before turning her around and taking in the view.
“Fine,” he said, “When you walk I can almost see your ass. Now in the car with you.” Lisa trotted outside to where the Cadillac was parked. She stopped when she saw the two men in the backseat.
“Who are they?” she asked.
“Friends of mine,” Derek said, slipping an arm around her waist and pushing her forward. “The one that looks like a linebacker is Junior. The other one, the skinny fellow, you already know.”
Lisa blushed. She recognized Jamul, the man she’d given head to earlier. He was smiling, poking Junior in the ribs and talking. Junior, Lisa noted, was indeed built like a linebacker. He was a good looking brute and seemed more laid back than Jamul.
She opened the passenger side door but Derek stopped her. “No, no. In the back with my friends,” he said. She frowned, then squeezed in between them, trying in vain to keep her ass from showing. The material rode up anyway and both men laughed.
“Why am I sitting back here?” she demanded, her Irish temper rising. “This isn’t fair, Derek!”
“It’s part of your punishment. I promise they won’t hurt you.”
“Yeah,” Jamul piped in, “sit back and relax. We appreciate a fine white wife like yourself. We won’t do nothing to you, baby.” He grinned, his white neon teeth glowing in the darkness.
“They won’t do nothing’ I won’t allow,” Derek barked. Jamul shut his mouth. Junior smiled at Lisa and put his hand on her thigh. “Check her pussy, boys,” Derek said, pulling from the curb.
Lisa sat by, unable to resist, as the two men lifted her skirt and spread her legs. They looked long and hard at her pussy, grinning and running their hands along her thighs.
“It’s bald,” Jamul said, patting her pussy and squeezing it. His fingers lingered there, touching her clit, making her shiver.
They drove in silence for what seemed an eternity. When she tried to pull her skirt down both men rudely hiked it back up. After a few attempts Lisa gave up and sat there, pussy exposed.
