She loved the feeling of being a sperm soaked slut. She wanted her friend to loosen up and also enjoy the pleasures that life had to offer. Being in Los Angeles had helped her. Clare had always been wild, but Alison did not even suspect some of the things that she had done since moving to California. On the weekends, Clare was making X-rated porno tapes. She was still just locally known, but was planning on becoming nationally known soon. She had specialized in interracial porn. The bigger and blacker the cocks in her mov the more videotapes the buyers wanted.
Alison meekly followed her fair-haired friend to the bathroom and let her peel the clothing from her sore body. The warm water felt soothing to her abused body as she slowly settled into the bath. Clare handed her one of the glasses of wine, picked up the other and made a toast, "Here's to the female orgasm!" Alison automatically sipped the cool liquid as Clare drank her wine. Alison's mind was in turmoil. She felt incredibly guilty because she had, for the first time, cheated on her husband. As far as she knew, Nick had never strayed. Alison felt like a cheap slut as a tear rolled down her pretty face.
The warm bath and the glasses of wine helped Alison forget, just a little, what had happened tonight. She was high and did not protest when Clare peeled her own clothing off and joined Alison in the large tub. Alison was so drunk that she openly stared at Clare's thin blonde body as she settled down in the tub with her. Alison knew it was wrong for her nipples to harden as her friend's body wetly slid against her own. Alison was on her fourth glass of wine and was too far-gone to protest as a pair of arms encircled her nude body and drew her body against Clare's. "Poor Alison. You have had such a trying night. I'll help you forget what has happened. We don't need those nasty men to make us feel good. Let me show you." With those words, Clare brought her lips gently to Alison's soft warm mouth. After all that had happened, and the wine, Alison was too slow to react and protest. Besides, the kiss was soft and gentle, as only another woman would be able to kiss. "Clare was her best friend and would never do anything to harm her," she thought as she lay passively in the horny blonde's arms. They shared slow wet passionate kisses for the next fifteen minutes.
Alison was actually disappointed when Clare had stopped kissing her and had risen from the cooling bath water. She watched as Clare sensuously dried her own body, then helped her out and dried hers. Alison was passive as she was led to her and her husband's marriage bed. The patchwork quilt, that Alison had been so proud of, was pulled from the king size bed and dropped on the floor. Clare had her inebriated and confused friend lie on the bed. For years, Clare had wanted the tall well-endowed brunette in this position. Occasionally, Clare would masturbate as she thought of what she would love to do to her innocent minded friend. Now, she had Alison right where she wanted her.
Alison lay her head on the pillow with her hair spread out around her head like an angel's wings. Her nipples and inner labia were red and swollen from the treatment that the tall black basketball player had given them earlier in the night. In her mind, there were warnings about what she knew that Clare was going to do to her. Her mental turmoil over having cheated on her husband for the first time, and the effects of the Chardonnay wine, blocked her ability to resist the emotions that made her want to have Clare hug and kiss her some more. Clare wasted little time in doing so.
Clare lay on top of Alison. Her thigh moved between Alison's, causing her thigh to rub against the brunette's swollen and hypersensitive vagina. The blonde rubbed her swollen mound against her friend's thigh even as her lips met Alison's. The kiss lasted for several minutes before Clare inserted her tongue into Alison's partly open mouth. After the events on the bus, and the sexually charged state of each of their bodies, Alison found little trouble being able to climax as the two women embraced and massaged each other's vaginas with their thighs.
Clare moved down and sucked Alison's redden nipples. She delighted in the expressions on her friend's face as she slipped her hand down Alison's smooth tummy to play with the moistening hair fringed slit. Alison was not able to exercise any control over her sexually excited body. Tonight, for virtually the first time in her life, she had completely lost control over her libido. When Clare's middle finger began to tease her erect clitoris, she built up to a powerful climax. By the time Alison had become aware of what was happening again, Clare had slid down and had parted her friend's vagina lips and was wrapping her lips around the swollen clit. Alison bucked and wiggled about on the bed as she was forced to endure one massive orgasm after the other. Twenty-seven minutes, and a countless number or orgasms later, Alison's sweat soaked body lost consciousness.
Alison awoke slowly. She had a slight hangover. She opened her eyes to see Clare lying in bed next to her. A sheet covered them, but underneath the sheet, she knew that they were nude. Then, memories of the previous night came flooding back through her mind. She sat up quickly as the shock of what she had done sank into her mind. The sudden movement did not help her hangover-fogged brain. Alison looked down at where the sheet had fallen away from her large breasts. Her nipples were swollen and red in color. They were also extra sensitive.
Alison looked over at Clare and saw that her eyes were open. Alison asked, "Did everything that I remember actually happen last night?" Clare asked her what she remembered. Alison named off the items on her mental list. Clare nodded her pretty head for each item. Alison blushed as she mentioned the things that she and Clare had done in bed. Clare only smiled at her friend.
Alison had to pee. She got out of bed and almost ran to the bathroom. She sat down on the commode and let her water drain from her body. After she had finished, she automatically reached for some toilet tissue to dry herself. As she patted herself, she made a startling discovery; her pubic hair was gone. She cried out, "No!" As she jumped up and ran to the mirrors. She could see the reflection of her almost flat belly in the mirror. The gentle curve under her tummy was completely bald. It was not trimmed. It was bald! Her puffy vagina lips and the swollen inner labia, which were hanging out since last night, could be seen in the mirror. Alison grabbed the edge of the bathroom sink to steady herself, as the room seemed to go around in a circle for a moment. "Doesn't it look beautiful?" Clare, also naked, spoke from the doorway.
"What have you done to me? How will I explain this to Nick when he gets home?" Alison asked as she looked at her reflection.
"Just tell him that you did it to wear bathing suits. Hell, men hardly ever notice anything anyway. Nick is no different. In fact, most men get turned on by bald beavers." Clare moved up behind Alison and wrapped her arms around her nude friend. Alison felt Clare's bare breasts and pubic hair covered mound pressing against her back. "I shaved you last night after you had passed out. From now on, when some one eats your delicious slit, they won't get pubic hair stuck between their teeth. If you want to, I'll let you shave me."
Alison watched in the mirror as Clare's hands moved up to caress her D cup breasts. By the time Alison's hand had moved up to push her friend's hands away, Clare's fingers were gently pinching her enlarged nipples. Instead of being able to push the questing fingers away, Alison's hands were only able to cover them as she felt the erotic sensations emanating from her breasts. One of Clare's hands moved down her smooth belly and caressed her hairless vagina lips. Alison was amazed at the intensity of the sensations that resulted from having her bald pussy played with by another woman. She found that she had no will power to say no when Clare led her back to bed.
Clare positioned the brunette in the middle of the rumpled bed before she went down on her again. Alison was responding to her friend's tongue and lips by cuming several times. When Clare turned around to settle her own pussy down onto Alison's face, Alison was so sexually excited, she did to Clare's clit and vagina, exactly what Clare had done to hers. Finally, after all these years, Clare had gotten Alison right where she had always wanted her. Clare reached several large orgasms as she rocked her cunt back and forth on Alison's pretty face.
The two women lay together in the bed with their arms around each other. Alison's mind was in a state of confusion. The last twelve hours were the most debasing of her life. They were also the most erotic and sexually satisfying. She had found that by finally letting go with her sexuality that she had mind-blowing orgasms. She looked into Clare's face to find her blonde lover smiling at her just before they kissed. The doorbell interrupted them.
Both women got out of bed and put on robes. They went downstairs to see who was bothering them. It was after noon on Saturday and Alison was not expecting visitors and Nick had left a message that he would not be back for several days. Alison looked out the peephole and saw that it was Graham Gray. She had dated him before she and Nick were married. She had expected him to be at the Capitol with Nick while they were arguing their cases and giving depositions. She wondered what he was doing here as she unlocked the door to let him in.
Graham had the photos in his pocket as the door opened. Alison's hair was slightly tangled and her lipstick was smeared. She had on a pink robe that was just thin enough to see her nipples protruding from her large breasts. He brought his eyes up to meet hers before she got mad about him staring at her big tits. "Hello, Alison. Long time no see. Do you mind if I come in to talk?" He brushed by the tall brunette and entered the living room without giving her time to answer. He saw Clare sitting on the sofa smoking a cigarette in a blue robe that probably belonged to Nick. Graham remembered the night he had fucked the pretty blonde in the ass and his cock got even harder in his pants. "Hello, Clare. This is a surprise finding you here." Actually, it wasn't. He had recognized her in the pictures as she and Alison were getting off the basketball team bus.
Clare said, "Hello, Graham. Are you as big of an asshole as you were the last time I was in New York?" She was referring to the night that he had gotten her high on pot and had anal sex with her while she was to high to protest. Even though Graham had a small dick, her anus had been sore because he had not used lubricant. Graham laughed and nodded his head.
"Actually, that is part of the reason I am here. Some one has given me some pictures that were taken last night. They are very incriminating. It shows the two of you getting on a bus with a bunch of black basketball monkeys with your hair and clothing all neat and fresh. Then the other pictures show the two of you getting off the bus with your hair and clothing all wrinkled and in disarray. The Good Lord only knows what Nick or your family would think of these pictures." He removed the pictures from his pocket and lay them on the coffee table in front of the two women.
Alison felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. She reached with shaking hands and grabbed up the photos. She ripped them into hundreds of pieces and flung them into the wastepaper basket. Graham reached into his pocket and pulled another set of the pictures out and held them up for Alison to see. "Destruction of other people's property is a crime. I'm willing to overlook your violation of the law just like I am willing to keep your indiscretions a secret. I do, however, need a favor, and I believe that you two can help me." Alison saw the pictures in her ex-boyfriend's hands and her shoulders slumped in defeat. Clare didn't really care if he showed the pictures to the whole country, but she was curious and wanted to know what he had in mind.
It was at that moment that Alison remembered that she had not called a tow truck to pick up her car. When she had gotten off the bus, she had been too upset to call. After she had gotten home and had the glasses of wine, she had completely forgotten. She excused herself and went to the other room to call the dealer and get them to tow in her car, or, whatever was left of it after setting on the side of the expressway over night. While she was gone, Clare told Graham that she personally did not care if he put the pictures on the evening news. He decided that, since he was only after Nick, and therefore, only Alison interested him, that he would try to bring Clare in on his side. He explained the situation to her and offered to buy her a new Lexus if she would assist him in corrupting the previously innocent housewife. For a new Lexus, Clare would have been willing to debase and defile the Virgin Mary. She agreed to betray her best friend before Alison returned to the room.
When Alison came back to the living room and sat down on the sofa, Graham explained to her that he had a detective agency and that his female operatives had quit last week. In return for the pictures and the negatives, he needed them to assist Mr. Jones in an investigation. He would only require their services for tonight, and they would never see him or the pictures again. He assured them that they would be perfectly safe and that, "Nick would never know what you did last night." Alison did not want to do it, but Clare talked her into it. When Alison agreed, Graham told them that Mr. Jones would be there in two hours with their disguises. He kissed each of them on the cheek before leaving. After he left the apartment, he mumbled something about, "Fucking sluts."
Alison was very upset. Clare led her to the kitchen and fixed a light breakfast for them. Graham had explained what was to happen tonight and she knew that they would need the energy.
Alison recognized Mr. Jones as the man with the weasel face that she had seen at the airport the previous night. He waited in the living room as she and Clare carried the boxes of clothing up to the upstairs bedroom. Alison opened the box with her name on it and almost went into shock. These clothes looked like the kind of clothes that a common streetwalker wore. She wouldn't even wear such clothes in the privacy of her own bedroom when Nick had asked her to. She certainly had no intention of wearing such an outfit out in public. Even the two glasses of Chardonnay that Clare had given before their bath her had not clouded her judgement this much!
Clare was already getting into her clothes. Alison watched as her friend wrapped a dainty pink garter belt around her tiny waist and hooked it. She twisted it around until it hung just right. Next, she picked up a pair of suntan silk stockings, slipped them up her legs and attached them to her garter belt. She pulled out a pair of four-inch white stiletto high heel shoes and buckled the ankle straps around her small ankles. Even Alison, after what had recently happened between Clare and her, had to admit that Clare was a sexy vision as she moved around the bedroom in such erotic lingerie. Alison almost hated to see her friend pull the small pink panties up and cover her love mound. Clare found no brassiere in the box. The only other piece of clothing was a thin pink silk wrap mini dress. She put it on and turned around all the way, like a fashion model does, as she asked for Alison's opinion.
Clare came over and helped the protesting Alison to get dressed in the skimpy prostitute's disguise. A black garter belt with lace trim went around her small waist. Next, a pair of black silk stockings with a seam up the back were pulled up her legs and attached to the garter belt. A pair of black four-inch high stiletto heels was buckled on her feet. A pair of black crotchless panties were slid up her legs and pulled into place. Next, a black brassiere was hooked around her chest. Alison looked down and was shocked to see that the centers of the bra cups were cut out and that her breast were lifted and her red sensitive nipples were held out as if begging to be sucked on. She glanced in a mirror and saw her bald vagina plainly visible through the cut out in the panties. She took a couple of swallows of the fresh glass of wine that Clare gave her as she thought of the embarrassment of being out in public with such sinful lingerie under her outer clothing.
Clare put her arms around her long time friend in a gesture that was meant to imply support, but was only done to feel Alison's sexy body against her own. Clare had slipped the pill that Graham had given her when he was here into Alison's first glass of wine. She could tell that the brunette was a little high as she ran her hands down over the shapely bottom and found that the black crotchless panties even left the crack of Alison's beautiful ass exposed. She kissed Alison's unresisting mouth for a couple of minutes before she heard Jones yelling for them to, "Hurry up! We ain't got all night!"
Clare found that Alison's white dress was also a thin silk wrap dress. It was made of an almost transparent material and was about two sizes to small. Where it flapped over in front was only a few inches. Alison would have to be very careful when she sat down, or even when she was walking, or else the dress would fall open and expose her nipples peeking through the brassiere cup cut outs and her bare pussy lips through her crotchless panties. When Clare stepped back to get a better look at the over-all image that the innocent housewife would convey to everyone that saw her tonight. She saw that the combination of a thin white dress and black sexy lingerie was visually stunning. Every article of black lingerie could be seen, including the cutouts in her bra and panties, through the thin white material of her dress. Clare knew that if she were going to get Alison out of the door of her apartment in these clothes, she would have to keep her friend away from mirrors.
Mr. Jones almost swallowed his chewing gum as he saw the two women descend the stairs. His little needle dick got harder than it had been in years as he imagined all the things he would like to do to the young women. "To bad the boss has other plans for the two bitches," he thought to himself, "I would show them how a real man could fuck them." He reached down and pulled his small throbbing pecker to one side as he held the front door open for Clare and Alison to leave the relative safety of Alison's apartment.
Jones had dropped Clare and Alison off at a street corner in a rough part of town. "A large Linclon Town Car will be through here in a few minutes with four men inside. Do whatever you have to do to get them to stop. Let them pick you up and take you to their apartment. Once you get there, be on the look out for a stolen computer system. It's a new ZL1 system. It's a big machine and you can't miss it. They may have it in a bedroom. Here are two panic button transmitters. Push them when you find the computer or if you think you are in danger." There were no stolen ZL1 computers. The four men were four of the biggest, blackest and meanest rapist that his detective agency had ever investigated. Graham had bailed them out of jail just to do this job for him. And, the panic button transmitters that Jones had handed the two women, were just kids toys that did not really work. He was grinning ear to ear as he drove off to park in an alley and record the coming events on video and photos
The videotape would show, through the telephoto lens, close-ups of Clare and Alison working the street corner like any other pair of whores. He had them redo their make up in the car. They really were painted up like cheap hookers. Jones zoomed out as the big Linclon pulled up to the curb. The car blocked the shot enough so that the viewer was not aware that Alison had taken several steps back away from the curb when she saw how rough the huge black men in the car appeared to be. Clare reached over and pulled her forward. Jones recorded Clare getting into the front seat as Alison was pulled into the back seat. The car sped away.
Jones started his car and followed the Linclon to the abandoned apartment building where the four men lived. His video camera managed to record, through his windshield, as the two men in the back of the big car took turns kissing the brunette in the back seat. What could not be seen was the way their hands had opened the front of Alison's wrap dress and the way that they were molesting her body with their large black fingers. It also did not record the way she was desperately pressing the button on the kiddy toy in her right hand.
When they arrived at the abandoned building, Alison was pulled from the back of the vehicle with her dress hanging open. With one huge black man on her right side, and another on her left, they continued to maul her large sensitive breasts and now very wet vagina, as she was practically carried into the building. Jones almost felt sorry for the dumb bitch. He had seen how these guys used the white women that they captured when they got in the mood for sex. Her cunt, ass and throat would be thoroughly used by each of them before they turned her loose. Graham had told them that they could keep her for three days. By the time three days were up, the brunette would have been mind fucked as well as physically fucked.
The video cameras installed in the apartment recorded the abuse that Alison and Clare endured for the next three days. Jones was kept busy just changing the videotapes in the machines in the adjacent apartment. He was amazed that the four brothers could save up that much sperm during the three weeks that they had been locked up in jail. Even the young blonde bimbo seemed to get more black cock than she wanted. Before the end of the second day, both of the white girls were willing participants in the sexual orgies with the well endowed black men. Jones had already given up hope of screwing either of the two women. Hell, with the stretching that their asses and cunts had over the last two days, it would feel as if he were trying to screw an open window on a warm rainy day.
On the third day, another couple of black men came to the apartment. Clare and Alison willing sucked their big cocks before they were fucked by them. It turned out that one of them was a tattoo artist. In big black letters, each woman received a tattoo over the tops of their breasts, where it would be seen if they wore a low cut top or a bathing suit, "A SLUT FOR BLACK COCK" The other visitor was a body piercing specialist. Titanium core gold rings were placed in both of the white women's nipples and clitoral hood. Each had to be held down as the piercings were made with out anesthetic. Whiskey was used to sterilize the wounds before the rings were inserted and the fittings super-glued in place. Those rings would never be removed for the rest of Clare and Alison's lives.
The day that the two women were released, they were taken to a street corner in the tattered remains of their streetwalker clothing, and pushed from the Linclon. Having no money with them, they had to turn tricks just to get cab fare home. Clare only had to suck a man's cock for her money. Poor Alison had to let a man fuck her up the ass for her share of the taxi money.
Copies of the videotapes were delivered to Nick Baker. He sat in his hotel room and watched in horror as his blushing innocent bride was turned into a black cock-loving whore. The note that accompanied the tape was simple. It instructed him to settle the suit at a monetary amount that was far out of range of what it should have been. He loved Alison and wanted to salvage what he could from their relationship. He resigned himself to the fact that he would go against the best interests of his clients and settle the first thing in the morning. He needed to get home to his wife who needed him.
As soon as the two women had returned to the apartment, they collapsed in bed and slept for the next eight hours. Clare woke up first, had gotten her bags, taken a quick shower, called a taxi and left for Los Angeles. She had been willing to corrupt her best friend for a new Lexus, but she had gotten far more than she had bargained for. In the back seat of the cab, as she tried to find a position to sit in where the clit ring would not make her open cunt drool into her panties so much, she thought, "I bet that son of a bitch Graham doesn't deliver on the Lexus, either!" He didn't.
Later that night, Nick arrived home just as six large black men were leaving his apartment. They passed him in the hallway. They were smiling and talking among themselves about, "some fine piece of ass." Nick used his key to let himself into his front door. Alison was not downstairs. He silently carried his bags up the stairs and reluctantly looked in the door of the master bedroom.
Alison lay face down on the rumpled king size bed that was their marriage bed with her ass still up in the air. She and the bed were practically covered in sperm. Her red garter belt held up a pair of laddered black nylon stockings. He could see when he moved behind her semi conscious form that her anus and cunt hung open. Her clit ring was dripping black baby making sperm onto the sheets and soaking the mattress. Alison moaned and her body shuttered in orgasmic after shocks, causing her anus and cunt to contract for a second before they dilated again. The movement caused extra dribbles of semen to come out and run down her thighs. Neither of them knew it, but Alison was already pregnant with her first baby. It would be only the first of the black children that she would give birth to.
Nick could not understand why his penis had gotten so hard as he saw the damage that the six black men had done to his beloved wife. Alison's left hand came back between her legs and scooped up some of the sperm that was flowing down her thighs on her fingertips. Nick leaned to the side and saw that she brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked the gooey coating from them. When he saw that she was licking the black men's baby juice that had coated her wedding bands, something inside Nick clicked and his stiff cock came in his pants.
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