Pet Project (III)

Continuation of adaptation from Coyote on *****

Pet begins writing racy short stories for a woman's
magazine, when she admits to her husband that
interracial sex would turn her on. What happens next
involves her best friends and her hubby.

Pet Project
(chapter 6)

"You're not who I expected," said John upon opening his
eyes to see Pet staring at the ceiling. "But, I have no
complaints. Ahhhh..." he moaned while trying to turn
over. Then, assuring Pet that he was just stiff, he
added, "How did you end up here?"

Surprised, Pet asked, "You don't remember?"

"The last thing I remember is being at your house after
one hot story, then passing out after you took me home.
I had some nice dreams, one of you and me sixty-nining,
but that's where it ended. No details to remember."

Pet counted her blessings again, and wrote off John's
clear response to momentary coincidence. She explained
that Kat and Rick had spent the night together, so she
decided not to disturb them by coming back to spend the
night here. After the short exchange, Pet got up and
helped John with his clothes. Time to visit the old
homestead, and see what damage had been done. It was
still fairly early when they hobbled down the street and
entered Pet's house. Rick was showering while Kat was
busy making coffee. She was humming a tune, obviously
pleased with her night's performance. The three settled
on the patio and shook off the effects of sleep with
that first jolt of caffeine before Rick joined them.

"Good morning sleepy head," said Pet.

"Oh, I wouldn't exactly call it sleepy," Kat jumped in
before Rick could respond.

"Okay, okay. I can see where this is going. Let me ask,
who's plan was this anyway? Not that I'm complaining,
mind you, I'm just mildly curious. I figure it must be a
plan, since I have a strange lack of guilt," Rick said.

Maybe Rick wasn't feeling guilty, but Pet was feeling
very little relief, and was still tensed up from the
twisted scheme she managed to get involved in. "Well,
actually there was this side bet that led to something
that we figured was going to eventually happen anyway,
and we were fooling around at the time, when it seemed
to fit the stories that were progressing quite well,
and, well, Kat, wouldn't you say that was about it?" Pet
burst in one confusing statement.

"Yeah, that about wraps it up. More coffee anyone?"
chimed Kat.

"Now wait a minute," John piped. "Just to set the record
straight, would I be too presumptuous in saying that my
wife just spent the night screwing my friend, Rick? Or
should I try more explicit terms?"

The three others looked at each other, then at John, all
with very innocent faces when Pet responded, "Anyone for
cinnamon roles?" and she jumped up heading for the
kitchen. As she passed John, she patted him on the head
and whispered, "I wasn't the one with the back problem."
Secretly, Pet was pleased that she had a night for her
pussy to recover, and now she was ready to put her plan
in motion.

Of course, nothing so significant as having your spouse
fuck your best friend could be ********** lightly, so
the conversation continued all morning with every one
teasing and talking about what would happen next. One
thing was for sure, John wanted to catch up with Kat and
Rick, and no one objected, including Pet. She put on a
good show talking about her excitement of getting John
in bed when his back healed, but her mind was really on
two black men who were building up for her return on
Tuesday. It seemed funny how easy going they all were
about what had just happened, but, then again, they
weren't exactly virgins with each other, having done
plenty of oral sex up to this point. However, actual
intercourse was another thing, and the fascination of
stepping over the proverbial line kept the tongues
wagging until early afternoon.

Pet could see the conversation waning, and she knew that
her plan included bigger things. Perhaps the best time
to force the issue was among friends, so she popped the
question about the new boat. Rick was stunned at the
proposal, and simply refused at first, but the prodding
of his guest advised him to strike while the iron was
hot. Grinning in triumph, Rick agreed to start serious
shopping the following week, but was inspired when Pet
suggested he start immediately. She said that she had a
story to complete for her publisher who was expecting a
document on Tuesday, and that she really needed the time
to develop the text. Everyone joked that she ought to
write down the story she verbalized the night before,
and, to their amazement, she informed them that's
exactly what Trisha was looking for. Actually, Trisha
had said that it was sort of an experiment to "test the
waters" on some willing critics. Kat said that it
sounded like fun and offered to help, while Rick and
John made plans to spend the afternoon cruising for
cruisers.

After cleaning up, Kat followed Pet to the patio where
they collaborated on the story Pet was to provide. Pet
explained that Trisha and Sandy had wanted the story to
launch a sister publication aimed at the triple X market
instead of the R rated material found in the grocery
store. She made up the story that the demand was
actually higher than anyone thought, and the time for
market entry was prime, only they were lacking material.
Pet said she was pleased to be asked for the new style,
since she was unanimously selected by the company as the
writer with the most potential for producing this type
of material.

"Well, sounds like your well on your way to a wild
story," said Kat. "By the way, where DID you come up
with that story line?"

Pet flushed, but kept it together saying, "Sandy....it
was actually Sandy who suggested the outline, then we
all talked a little more about it. I actually fleshed
out most of it in my mind while driving back yesterday."

Kat told her friend to keep those thoughts, and they set
off to writing a jewel of a tale. The women were getting
off on describing minute details of sexual intercourse
from quite a different point of view. Gone were the
references to romance, and in their place were in your
face descriptions of hard fucking and sucking. Every
fantasy that Pet and Kat could imagine was put on paper,
only guided by Pet's actual experiences. Pet said that
she wanted to stay close to her original script, and
anything that was extra would be saved for future
stories. That seemed to placate Kat, who worked side by
side with her friend to prompt her for more and more
details of the story.

Pet and Kat worked on the story for two days, feeling
that they had an excellent product for the publisher. On
Monday afternoon, Pet surprised Kat by telling her that
she was going to meet Trisha and Sandy at the beach
house the next day to go over the material. She was
fearful that Kat would be slighted if she wasn't invited
along, but made the excuse that she really wanted to see
Trisha's reaction alone, and, if it was good, then she
would invite her the next time around. Kat helped the
situation by making the excuse that she had extra duty
at the prison anyway, and that she would just wait for
the results.

It was amazing that the story actually got written,
since Rick was constantly badgering her with boat
brochures and wanting her to come with him to pass
judgement. Much to his surprise, she said that she was
on a deadline, and that she would go along with anything
he wanted, which turned out to be a fatal mistake. On
Monday evening, Rick announced that he found the boat of
his dreams, something that would not only be perfect for
fishing, but Pet would also live in the lap of luxury
sunbathing on the deck of the cabin cruiser. Fully
equipped with auxiliary sail, a smooth internal diesel
was capable of pushing the massive unit in anything from
a light breeze to a chasing hurricane. Barely two years
old, it sported a coverable rear deck, galley and fairly
spacious sleeping quarters that would accommodate up to
eight people.

"Rick!" Pet came unglued, "that's about twenty grand
more than we budgeted! It's out of the question."

"Now, now, honey, it may be a little more than expected,
but it's getting a complete reconditioning from a very
reputable dealer, and I'm sure we can make up the
difference in no time. Besides, I have a lead on
something that will give us the extra in very short
notice, and we only have to sacrifice a week's worth of
time."

Pet responded very skeptically, "I don't know....what
kind of lead?"
"Oh, I can't tell you until I have more details, but
it's a very lucrative deal that I'm sure you'll get as
much fun out of it as I will. Just trust me on this one.
Okay?" Rick insisted.

Pet agreed, but was almost frantic at the turn of events
in her life. Not only were they suddenly in deep debt,
but she was inextricably involved in harboring criminals
who were using her as a personal sex slave. A personal
white housewife sex slave to two black masters bent on
ownership of her devotion to their sexing sessions. Sad
part about it was that Pet was becoming addicted to the
thought and couldn't keep her mind off of the
possibilities. Thinking of possibilities, Pet took the
opportunity to inform Rick that she had to meet her
publisher at the beach house to go over new material,
and that she would return the next day. Rick was
oblivious to her short trip, and went back to burying
himself in details of the boat purchase.
~~
Tuesday morning welcomed a bright eyed and bushy-tailed
Pet. She could hardly sleep the night before, thinking
of her next session with Carl and Josh. Dressed only in
shorts, sandals and a tank top, she flew down the
highway to make sure she was punctual. As luck would
have it, the roads were clear, and she made the trip in
record time, arriving about twenty minutes early. When
she drove up, she noticed two strange cars in the drive,
but no unusual activity.

With a small duffle, brief case and laptop in arm, she
walked up to the front door and politely knocked, not
wanting to upset the men with a surprise entry. The door
flung open, and she was greeted by a rather large black
man who introduced himself as Darden. She recognized the
name from Josh's reference to their previous business
partner. Darden was a polite, but firm man who had a
similar dark skin color to his friends. He greeted Pet
with a broad smile and friendly tone as he stepped onto
the front deck. He informed her that he was pleased with
the group's new location, and that they had invited
several new clients to join them.

"What kind of clients?" asked Pet who was noticeably
nervous. "I thought this was only between Carl, Josh and
I."

"After they called, we talked it over and decided that
the time was right to go back into business. Of course,
we have to rebuild our clientele, and the best way of
doing that is to offer references....like you." He took
the items she was carrying, then dropped a bombshell.
"As a matter of fact, they're in there right now
watching your video. By the way, you really look good on
film, but I can't wait to get a piece of you myself."

Pet went white thinking that someone was actually
watching her film of wild sucking and fucking the two
black men inside. She was reminded in an instant that
she was not the one in control over this situation, but
was their plaything who was willingly lured into a web
of secrecy.

"Now, while my friends watch part of this film, there's
one thing we want you to do before coming in. It's not
polite for a blonde housewife slut to wear clothes in
the presence of her black masters, so please leave your
clothes in the car. Then you may enter." Darden had to
remind Pet of the many other tapes and material that was
ready to be mailed before she got the message and
obediently began to strip. The road was relatively
quiet, and the house was partially shielded from sight.
Pet stripped quickly, gathered her clothes, and made a
rapid trip to and from her car. It was shaping up to be
a hot humid day, and by she completed her nude dash, her
skin was shining from a thin veil of sweat. Darden made
her stand on the deck for what seemed like generations,
but, in fact, was only about thirty seconds. Her overall
tan and neatly shaved pussy were accentuated by the
naturally space between her legs. Blonde as a bombshell,
bare as a baby, and totally naked for her entrance, she
was finally allowed inside.

Pet could hear the video playing in the family room with
sounds of moaning, groaning and climaxing replaying the
moments of her black sexing. Immediately, Carl turned
the corner and greeted her, asking for the manuscript.
She had almost forgotten, but dug into her case to
extract the finished document. Darden took the story
into the other room as Carl explained.

"After we told our clients of your literary skills, and
that you were writing a story of our time together, they
insisted on reading the material as soon as it was
available. Of course, they didn't believe that it was
all true, and they said they required proof. Well, what
better proof but your marvelous video."

Pet was standing the foyer naked, straining to hear
voices, but all she could make out was that they were
female. "You brought women here, to my house, and are
showing them film of me and you?"

"What do you expect? We don't fuck men, and we're open
to women of all walks of life who might enjoy our
services. We informed them that you were one of our best
clients, and that you liked to live out everything
before putting it on paper. We'll introduce you later,
after they've had a chance to review your story. But for
now, you're needed in the bedroom. Josh and I have some
balls that need draining." His voice was commanding, and
melted any resistance Pet may have had. She was
incredibly turned on by her situation and padded down
the short hall to the bedroom where she saw the king
size bed stripped and ready for action. Moments later,
the two were joined by Josh as the two black men started
stripping. Pet watched as the black skin was uncovered,
and combined with the sounds of her consensual **** from
the video, her pussy was overflowing with juice in
anticipation of being stuffed with black meat.

She was flung onto the bed, and, as Josh went down on
her smooth cunt, Carl straddled her head, dangling his
large ball sack over her lips, and commanding her to
make him hard. It wasn't but a few moments before Carl
was rock hard, and slapping his black bat at Pet's face.
The men flipped her over onto her hands and knees, and,
as Pet bent over to take his massive prick to her mouth,
Carl leaned back. With two small white hands, she raised
the jet-black snake to her pink lips. It only took the
touch of her hand to keep him rock hard, and, with one
hand she held the steely black rod to her face and
kissed the bulbous head, flicking her tongue into his
pee slit. Her other hand took hold of his massive black
ball sack, and lovingly massaged the two peach sized
globes. As she coaxed the warm cum filled balls, she
continued to insert her small wet tongue into his slit,
tasting the pre cum that flowed from the end. The man's
frenzy was taken a step further when she allowed her
pink lips to encircle the head, sucking him inside her
mouth. She knew how she would be running her tongue
under his shaft, across the sensitive gland that would
cause him to cum. Pet also knew that she would welcome
him deep into her throat, holding off on breathing as he
penetrated down her esophagus. Although Pet was
oblivious, several sets of eyes watched in amazement as
she plunged his massive cock full length into her
throat, and held her chin against his balls. The small
blonde head of this housewife being stuffed by the black
meat of a large man was an incredible sight. Her white
skinned body, glistening with sweat sat before the dark
statue nude and impaled as she was force-fed the man's
pee stick.

Pet finally broke her suction grip, and fell back onto
the cushions, satisfied that Carl was ready to fuck her.
Spreading wide for the insertion, she lifted her legs
providing a good clear and hairless target for the
donkey size dick. Carl needed no invitation; in fact,
nothing could keep him from driving full length into
Pet's white cunt, spreading her pussy lips with his dark
member. She was so wet that it only took two or three
strokes for him to bottom out. As she looked up with her
green eyes, she knew that he was in for a surprise,
since he had only buried nine inches into her. As he
pushed, she could feel the huge smooth prick head
against her cervical opening, and prepared to be fully
invaded. Carl showed disappointment at bottoming out
with three inches left to go, but was astounded when she
kept thrusting. Pet locked her legs over the powerful
black ass muscles and kept pulling on his ass cheeks
with both hands. Unbelieving, Carl kept thrusting his
huge bat into her tiny slit at her insistence. Then,
without warning, she closed her eyes, threw back her
blonde head and yelled, "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me you
black bastard!" At the same time, she thrust up hard
with her pelvis, pulled back with both hands, and forced
his massive black tool through her cervix and into her
uterus. Carl grunted with true a****l instinct, reacting
to a feeling of incredible tightness surrounding his
baby maker. He was now inside, buried to the hilt, black
balls resting against her asshole, and making short
rapid thrusts as his entire twelve inches stretched her
baby cavity.

"Pump me...pump me with seed. Fuck my white
pussy....empty your balls over my eggs. C'mon, fill me
with cream and make me pregnant, you son-of-a-bitch!"
Pet was screaming uncontrollably as she was being fucked
unmercifully by this black man. Her small white
housewife body that had mothered two c***dren was being
ravaged by a stranger, intent on impregnating her. Her
white breasts were heaving with stiff nipples under the
shadow of her dark skinned stud, platinum blonde locks
and creamy white skin straining to be the picture of
indecency and sloppy whorish lust. Pet kept bucking
against the black invader until he stiffened, and those
watching could see his big balls swell to stretch the
skin of his ball sack. One final plunge and the balls
began pumping their precious potent seed into her,
flooding her with life giving baby seed, black baby seed
not meant for this small white body. Pulse after pulse
of hot cream flowed into her uterus, filling it with
fresh semen. She could feel the heat of the fluid as it
hit against the walls of her inner chamber, covering her
eggs. Pet moaned with the realization that there wasn't
a chance in hell that she wasn't once again pregnant.
Only this time it was with a strange black baby, small
and just forming as it was. This made her wild with
lust, wild with a****listic passion, and wild to be seen
as the slut she was. Carl collapsed on her small figure,
keeping himself buried deep within her slit as they both
came crashing back to earth.

After waiting about 30 seconds, Darden started a slow
singular applause, startling the pair who awoke from
their revere, and looked up, still in position on the
big mattress. Pet's half-open eyes grew wide and froze
as the other observers joined in the applause. The
clapping rang in her ears and her heart was stunned
motionless as she locked eyes with Trisha and Sandy who
were standing not six feet away, and beginning to join
in the applause. It was difficult for anyone to say who
was the most surprised, but as Pet lay there with legs
spread and a hot cunt full of black cream stemmed by a
black cock, she saw the smile flow over Trisha's face
who was the first to speak as she continued her
clapping.

"Wow, girl! If I didn't see it with my own eyes, I never
would have believed it! Now I know where you get your
material."

"Trish, I...I... I can explain," said Pet panicking.

"Now, now, you just lie there and calm down. Darden
explained everything to us when he called, but we didn't
believe him. That's when he invited us to see for
ourselves. You were great, k**."

Darden piped in, "That's right, Pet, since we're
partners, the best part of advertising is personal
experience. Trisha and Sandy, here, were
thrilled....shocked, but thrilled that you were taking
the new stories so seriously. When I took the liberty of
phoning them, they jumped at the chance to get your new
material, and really couldn't wait to see the real you.
I think they're genuinely pleased. Am I right, ladies?"

Sandy was sweating with excitement as she said,
"Pleased? Ecstatic would be more like it! Pet you are
phenomenal. And your video.... Have we been keeping
secrets or what? And your new business...we can't wait
to hear more about the details. Trisha and I have been
commenting on how this could be the best thing to hit
Florida since the fountain of youth. And we definitely
want more details on the insemination service you plan
to offer."

"Really," chimed Trisha who was now sitting on the bed
next to Pet. "I still can't believe that our racy little
housewife author actually arranges for other housewives
to get their taste of black sexing...even impregnation
services."

Darden spoke, "Yep, Pet's our regular little poster
c***d. But, like I said before, she insists on actually
doing everything she writes about. She says that puts
more fire into the story. Isn't that right, my little
slut? She loves being called slut, it turns her on."

Pet's confidence came as a surprise to her as she heard
herself say, "I guess he's said it all, being the
managing partner and all." Darden smiled at hearing her.
"So what about the story? First, is it going to work,
and, if it does, we have to restructure my contract.
These are going to be a bit pricier than the others as
you can imagine." She again surprised herself by
bartering for a higher fee while lying on her back with
a black dick in her pussy.

"Listen, if the product is as good as this first one,
we're going to have a long steady and fruitful
relationship. Name your terms, and we'll talk. Besides,
I can't wait to see it complete with the picture set."

"Picture set?"

"Of course, that's another reason why we invited Trisha
and Sandy here...to watch while we create some photo
sets to go along with the stories," Darden explained. "I
took the liberty of telling them that you wanted
pictures to insert into the story text to entice the
reader's mind with some eye candy. Today and tomorrow we
plan on shooting some fine footage that's going to knock
the socks off of some very excited women. And their
husbands. Besides, the business needs material if our ad
campaign is going to draw as we expect. You ready to get
started?" Pet nodded and Carl drew his member from her
cunt. A popping sound followed by a stream of white cum
made Trisha and Sandy draw in their breadth as they
stared at the interracial coupling.

Josh spoke casually, "Ladies, you expressed some
interest in participating, or at least trying our
services. We did say we were discreet, so now's your
opportunity of a lifetime. What do you say?"

"Well..... I don't know if....."

Pet surprised herself for the third time in five minutes
by saying, "Oh, come on, girls. I'm sure that today will
change your lives forever, and besides, you don't want
me to be the only one with a full pussy. Actually, I can
use this in some stories, and, since our secret's out, I
kind of fantasize about seeing you two stretched with a
nice thick black dick." Her words seemed to come from
someone else, as she sprang out of bed and led the way
into the main room.

The men had already set up the lights and camera
equipment that Darden had brought. Pet instructed the
other women to get comfortable by stripping while she
fixed drinks for everyone. She was parched, and the
drinks would serve two purposes, one, to slack her
thirst, and, two, to calm her nerves as she embarked on
a new photo session of interracial intercourse with her
friends. Trisha and Sandy removed their clothes and,
standing naked, were immediately approached by the three
black men who lovingly ran their massive hands over
their white skin. The men knew what to expect, but the
women were shocked at how easy it was to melt under the
touch of the forbidden act. Their taboo was being
broken, and their own secrets were about to begin.

Trisha was a stunning brunette with big eyes, neatly
cropped hair, smooth skin, and a terrific figure. Sandy
was the epitome of all American girl, complete with long
blonde hair, full lips and not an ounce of fat on her.
Both women were the kind that would be perfectly
stunning at a cocktail party, but would be the last ones
any person would imagine having interracial intercourse.
It was that quality that made many men nervous around
them, and suggested an air of innocent femininity that
no one wanted to break. They were often left alone
because of their untouchable appearance, a quality that
frustrated them at times, leaving them fantasizing about
being taken like an obedient woman. Their fantasies
drove their imaginations to create fantastic images that
their loyal readers gobbled up like treats. Now it was
their turns to go out on the thin limbs where the fruit
was, and enjoy some real life.

"Good. Just in time," said Darden as a car pulled into
the driveway. The guys are here for the shoot, and we'll
need every extra inch of dick to keep those cunts
flowing with cream. Pet noticed two more black men
heading for the house, and thought to herself that this
was going to be a day to remember. Not only would she
remember it, but it would be recorded for the world to
buy, and she was the star.
~~
The main room of the beach house had been converted into
a studio, complete with professional equipment and
several different settings for photo shoots. Continuous
pops of light came in rapid fire as Josh caught the
action of Pet and two black men. She was moving from
pose to pose as Josh talked to them constantly. "Ok,
now, show us what you got! C'mon baby, use that body.
Wiggle that ass. Yeah that's it! Good tongue
action....oooh, yeah let's see that pee hole licked.
Yeah, baby, now hold that one. Good...." The blonde
headed housewife and her new fuck sisters had really
done themselves up nicely, and their hair was perfect,
and their makeup was just right to exude that soft
innocence.

Pet was in the middle of two black men, slowly moving
from one sex position to another, and pausing to get the
best angle for the camera. She was on her knees,
thrusting her ass up to meet the monster cock in her
pussy, and had her mouth and tiny hands around a big
black pole in front of her face. Everything was going in
slow motion as she moved, not caring so much about
getting fucked as she was about getting the best photos
of her penetrations. The others stood silently to watch
the show as the camera popped its light to catch the
cock just before insertion, then as it was entering her
white slit, followed at rapid succession as the massive
piece of black meat invaded Pet's cunt until two black
balls were resting on her pussy lips. The shaft impaling
her was every bit a foot long, and the intensely black
pole stretched her vaginal opening on every slow stroke.
The cock in her mouth was an even match for the one in
her cunt, making it difficult for her to engulf the
entire thing, but not impossible. She was a master in
sausage swallowing, and took pride in lodging huge black
pricks in her throat while looking up in her lover's
eyes with her emerald greens. Her neatly cropped
platinum bob framed her soft face and green eyes as her
cheeks bulged with black meat. Not missing a trick,
ample opportunity was taken to suck the man's ball sack,
and to mouth each globe individually. As this was being
done, she raised one leg for the camera to get a good
clear shot of the black dong fucking her bald pussy.
Occasionally, she would stop, redirect the action, then
continue with the action.

The whole scene was moving in slow motion as they
watched Pet fucking and sucking these two incredibly
black men's pricks. The innocent white housewife and her
two dark skinned lovers were performing in the middle of
the padded floor of the living room. Josh was moving
around them like a referee at a wrestling match, but was
tethered to the cable connecting the camera to the power
source. Pet was being captured on several hundred frames
of film as she moved in a smooth free flowing dream of
pure taboo sex.

Josh was bolstering the "company's" collection of photos
depicting white women having sex with black men, and
Darden had invited two male models to take turns fucking
the women. The men jumped at the chance to pork the
blonde, and help their friend out in the process. After
all, they might very well throw extra work their way in
the future, and this wasn't exactly heavy duty work.

As the action was driving to the exciting climax, they
continued to watch Pet's performance, and sip on drinks
that she had prepared as part of her duties. The shoot
was literally coming to an end, and Josh was directing
the final shots. "Now, why don't we get a good facial
first, followed by a pool of cum on your back."

Pet broke off to say, "I like the facial, but the cum on
my back doesn't tell a strong enough story."

"Okay, we'll work with it, but for now let's get that
prick to explode in your face."

"In my mouth, you mean," she giggled, and began by
licking from the man's asshole, up around his nut sack,
and on to completely cover his huge black shaft that she
continued to pump with her hand. By the time she reached
the bulbous head, the man was ready to explode, so Pet
tipped her head back, opened her mouth wide, stuck out
her tongue as far as possible, and gazed up with those
bright green eyes. She kept pumping the huge tool,
giving the appearance that the white girl was feeding
herself from the fountain of black seed. Within seconds,
gobs of thick hot semen were spewing from the black rod,
and the camera snapped like a machine gun catching the
white ropes as they flew through the air to her pretty
face. I must say that the man had both excellent aim and
a plentiful supply, for the first gusher splashed evenly
from her upper lip, across her nose, and puddled in one
eye. The following spurts landed purrfectly on her
waiting tongue, creating a pool of hot spunk ready for
her to swallow. She held the pose like a trooper while
the black sausage emptied its contents on her face. A
final broad smile was all the still camera had left to
capture, and she finally savored the hot cum before
swallowing her prize.

Pet was laughing almost uncontrollably at the facial she
just received. Her laugh was so infectious that the
others joined her. She was laughing so hard that she was
half choking in the process, but that made her image all
the more exciting and innocent. In between gasps for
air, Pet blurted, "Good God, man! How long have you been
saving up? Or, better yet, where have you been all my
life?" It seemed her whole body relaxed as she was
enjoying her cum bath, and the group watched as this
pretty blonde girl sat nude, cross legged in front of
this huge black cock swinging in her face. Her sweaty
tits, bald snatch, and bright blue eyes were framed in
her blonde hair. Pet also mused that she was one wife
who was acting so freely wanton in front of every one,
not a care in the world, and also wondered how many men
would be jacking off to her pictures.

Pet stopped only briefly to wipe the cum from her eye
with her finger, licked its dripping contents, then
said, "Let's get the next one shooting directly into my
pussy. I'll hold it open while he jacks off into me."
She immediately spun around on her back, rolled up onto
her shoulders, and reached with both hands to open her
pussy and provide a nice gaping hole. She kept falling
forward, so Sandy retrieved a bean bag chair, and
stuffed it under her back to prop her up so she could
relax and concentrate on holding her pussy open.

"Ooh! Thanks, sweetie. Enjoying yourself?" she said
beaming from ear to cum soaked ear.

"Immensely," she retorted as she smiled and moved back
allowing the action to continue.

Josh stepped up close to the action, and they all
followed to watch. The man yanked on his massive tool
until his nuts contracted and he announced his impending
climax. As Pet looked up from her contorted position,
she pulled on her pussy lips, opening the entrance to
her baby chute. The camera again picked up its pace to
rapid fire, and caught the streams of semen as they
burst forth from the big black prick and flew directly
into Pet's vagina. She had been reamed enough that her
hole was a clear open shot, and the man proceeded to
empty his balls into her awaiting orifice. The hot white
goo was injected into her gaping pussy with some pretty
strong shots, and she moaned aloud as she felt its heat
inside her body. Pulse after pulse, jet after jet of
sticky thick cum blasted her between the legs, and soon
came to overflow her cavern.

"Now, push it in me!" she gasped her last command, and
the huge black penis was plunged into her small white
body, forcing much of the cum into her uterus and the
rest forced out around the crammed opening. Pet closed
her eyes and groaned at the sensation of feeling the
warm black baby seed being forced into her egg chamber,
and the man held the base of his cock so its stiffness
would make a formidable piston. It was fairly obvious
that Pet climaxed easily while being pumped, but saved
her multiple orgasms for later. Her soft white skin
against his dark black body was truly a magnificent
ending to which they all applauded, while Trisha gasped
as she continued to finger her clit.

"Whew! Well, that got ME hot," said Sandy to no one in
particular.

"Good," answered Josh, "Let's all take a break while I
reload and get set up for the next session. Darden, are
you ready?"

Darden was more than willing as Sandy had already helped
him with his hard on. Pet's two lovers lifted her from
the floor, and she came over to Trisha after accepting a
drink from Sandy, her eyes noticing Carl's erection.
"Sorry, sweetheart... but, you'll have to wait your
turn." Then her face brightened, "But I've got an idea,
why don't you jack off into one of the glasses and save
it up. I'll drink it for you later, and I'm sure
everyone would like to see that, especially if I get
other contributions!" She shook her blonde head up and
down excitedly, extracting an affirmation from Carl.
Sandy couldn't contain herself, and insisted that it was
her turn for some black sexing. Darden was her man, and
she led him over to the center area, swinging her white
ass sexily all the way. Pet smirked while she took a
drink, and looked to see Trisha's reaction. "I'll bet
you can't wait to get fucked like that little bitch!"
she retorted.

"Yeah, and you'll lick his balls and both our assholes
while you do it!" Trisha threw back at Pet defiantly.
They both got a good laugh, but kept focused on their
fuck sister who sunk to her knees, threw back her long
blond hair, and clasped her small white hands around the
huge slab of black meat staring her in the face. Sandy
was a young expert at sucking cock, and she especially
enjoyed making a big show of it by starting at the very
bottom of the man's ball sack and working her way up.
She didn't fail to have a stiff cock to suck by the time
she reached the top, and she was rewarded with a large
bulbous head ready to bulge her cheeks. Her creamy skin
was in stark contrast to the shining dick as her small
tongue snaked its way up the jet black tube, covering it
in saliva and flicking the rather large pee hole at the
end. Before she knew it, the camera was flashing once
again as Josh was back at it, recording the actions of
the white slut housewife and her black lover.

Even though Pet had been freshly fucked, and her cunt
was still oozing black seed, she never lost interest in
watching Sandy get laid. In fact, she seemed fascinated
with every drip of pre-cum that Sandy managed to
extract, and had soon nuzzled herself across the laps of
the black studs she had just fucked. Pet's pearl white
body lounged nude, pressing against the black men's
skin, as all three sat on the sofa sipping drinks as if
watching TV. The men were leisurely pawing at Pet's body
parts as she soaked up the attention and looking up into
their eyes on occasion. Trisha just sat back in the
overstuffed chair, and fingered her clit at the whole
scene as expected.

Sandy was really good at posing with a monster black
dick in her mouth. In contrast to Pet's short bob style
hair and platinum coloring, Sandy's hair was a light
golden blond, straight, and reached to the small of her
back. Combined with bangs, her blue eyes created the
perfect picture of c***d **** as she knelt before this
big black man and sucked his penis. Several shots
stopped with a black ball in her mouth, then tongue
****** around the shaft, followed by several close ups
of that same delicate tongue invading the hole that
spewed forth the man's pee and cum. A great deal of the
overall effect came from her eyes which she used to peer
innocently up toward the camera lens as if it was the
man looking down.

Sandy thought that her favorite among the shots of her
giving head would be those with the big pole in her
mouth. She considered herself quite good at throating a
cock, and Trisha seconded the opinion of her employee.
Sandy first stretched her mouth wide to accept as much
of the black meat as possible, then grabbed Darden's ass
cheeks which she pulled toward her face. The insertion
bulged her cheeks, and the picture of little white girl
innocence was really quite beautiful as she knelt with
long flowing blond hair, and sucking on this black man's
donkey size prick.

Pet leaned forward with interest and directed what Sandy
was to do next. Sandy lay on her back on several
overstuffed pillows to bring her head up to crotch
height on Darden. She then thrust her breasts up and
laid her head way back to accept his cock as he
approached her from the top. Sandy slurped in the
massive black tool, placed her hands once again on his
ass cheeks, and pulled his cock down her throat. This
was the part that Pet liked to watch, for the girl was
literally forcing herself to be throat fucked, deep
throat fucked! The thick piece of cock was slowly
disappearing on every stroke, and with seeming ease, was
sliding its entire 11 inches down her gullet. The huge
snake had inserted its entire length, and the set of
peach sized black balls came to rest on Sandy's small
turned up nose. She held the pose for several seconds,
allowing Josh to snap several good shots, then repeated
the maneuver over and over. Trisha noticed Pet leaning
up on one elbow, holding a drink in her left hand, and
intently watching the display. She also noticed that she
had her left leg lifted up by one of the black men who
was leisurely sliding his stiff black tool into her
pussy. She kept watching her protege, sipping her drink,
while casually getting fucked on the couch in the
process. Trisha thought to herself, "Well, I guess this
is what we came for," and she didn't know how right she
was.

"Oh, yeah, Sandy! Suck that thing," Pet encouraged as
the young girl complied with frenzied pride.

As much of a stud that Darden was, he was no match for
Sandy's ministrations, and he yelled some obscenity as
he literally exploded down her throat. Sandy took
advantage of his mistake, and held him buried to full
length as he shot his sperm directly into her belly. The
camera couldn't adequately capture how her throat bulged
on each pulse, but we all could see her muscles expand
when the jets of cum spewed into her. With no chance to
swallow, she just accepted the injections of the hot
semen, and only after four or five hard spurts did she
back off to allow some of the spunk to puddle in her
mouth. Her expertise was heretofore unknown, but was a
truly extraordinary and amazing treat to watch. Sandy
gasped for air as the black meat was extracted from her
lips, and one cough allowed a spittle of cum to escape
her lips. All five black men were in awe, and Pet could
only watch through her own climactic haze as the little
girl climaxed, getting her third injection of black seed
in her pussy since she had arrived. Carl caught his
ejaculation in his glass, and Pet caught the ejaculate
of the man fucking her in her cunt.

Sandy made every bit as beautiful a picture as Pet,
sitting up with her long blond hair, holding the big
black cock by the base, and cleaning it with her tongue.
This, the camera was able to catch, and she worked it
well. However, she was terribly disappointed with the
fact that she was working herself up to orgasm, but
didn't have the chance to come. I think both Pet and
Trisha could tell by her jittery movements that she
needed release, and in a hurry. The girls wanted the day
to be full of black sexing, orgasms, and men who would
take them at will at any time. Of course they had no
reason to doubt this arrangement because of their very
good looks and the taboo nature of their offering.
Seldom does a beautiful white woman give herself freely
to a black man, but three white women giving themselves
freely to any group of black men for as much as they
want....well, that is a virtual guarantee of a constant
stream of intercourse. One other thing that no one knew
about the Pet and Sandy was that they were multi-
orgasmic. Once they started, they could be held at a
constant level of excitement until daybreak,
experiencing continual orgasms throughout the night.

Those nights of discovery were surprising to Pet as
well, for she then realized why she sometimes felt empty
after sex. She simply needed more sex, and wasn't ready
to stop at one climax. It wasn't long before she
confided in Rick that her girlfriends had laughed at her
when she shared the story, wondering why it took her
this long to find out. "You've got to be k**ding!" Kat
had said to Pet. "You mean to tell me you didn't know?
Well listen up, we are the same in more ways than you
can imagine. The blessing of multiple orgasms runs deep,
and the curse is that it drives us to a far greater
level of satisfaction than the normal woman. Hell, quite
a number of the girls I've known are multi-orgasmic.
That's why they're so active in their sex lives. We're
like Olympic stars when it comes to coming, girl. That's
the beauty of our lot in life." And Pet knew this to be
true, since she was ever satisfied with just one climax,
just one man, just one load of sperm. Their need was
constant, and her ability to outpace a this group was to
become legendary. Unfortunately, their frustrations
could match their stamina, and right now, Pet was almost
shaking with sexual frenzy.

There was now only one last woman to experience being
stretched by black meat and having her cunt filled with
black baby cream. Trisha was nervous, but couldn't back
out now. After refreshing drinks and reloading the
camera, it was Trisha's turn to get stuffed.

Pet announced, "Josh, would you like to do the honors,
since you're the only one that hasn't had a little cream
pie?" Pet smiled as she turned to watch the deflowering
of the Trisha's interracial cherry.

Josh positioned himself kneeling at the entrance to
Trisha's pink chamber. Her pussy was slightly parted,
and was glistening profusely with feminine wetness. Pet
knelt at Trisha's head, spreading her knees to the side
and literally rubbing her hairless cunt on Trisha's head
as she stroked her shoulders and tits. Sandy knelt to
Trisha's side, and held Josh's massive black meat in her
small white hand. Sandy slapped Trisha's cunt several
times with the instrument, then guided the bulbous head
to its target. She held the black cock as it slowly
slipped inside the white girl, then withdrew to show
itself covered in slime. Then again it disappeared in
Trisha's slit, this time up to the balls as the no
longer virgin girl moaned with pleasure. Josh held
Trisha's knees to the side as he started to pump her
body with his tool. They were getting superb shots of
Trisha's cunt getting stretched to the limits by the
thick meat, and her moans of pleasure clearly showed
that she was enjoying her role as a white slut. Her
protruding clitoris stood out like a stiff little finger
in her bald baby snatch, and was pushed around by Josh's
massive tool while he pounded her pubic bone. The pain
she was feeling was no match for the pleasure of being
totally stuffed with black meat. She took it all,
thrusting up to meet his downward strokes, shoving as
much of the dark gland into her baby chute as possible.

"Fuck me, fuck me you black bastard," were the cries
Trisha emitted as she was pounded. The girls chimed in
with instructions of, "That's it, fuck the bitch! Ooh,
yeah, push it deeper. Make sure she feels her cervix
stretch."

Pet made sure that the video camera (which was running
the entire time on the tripod) caught her words, as she
spoke, "Are your balls ready? Are they full of all that
good baby making sperm? C'mon, work it up. Build up that
load and squirt it deep inside her. Give her all the hot
black baby seed you have!" The men couldn't believe the
way she was talking, but realized that she was becoming
the expert. It was she that wanted to come here to enjoy
getting black sexed, so who better than she to verbalize
for the video?

When Josh couldn't hold off any longer, his big balls
contracted, and he shoved his cock in as far as it could
go. It had to be splitting Trisha's cervical opening as
he began to buck in climax. As Trisha felt the hot black
sperm flood her cavity, she cried out in her own climax,
shuttering wildly and pulling on Josh's black ass with
both hands. "Fill me, fill me....yeah, that's it, ooh, I
can feel its heat. Fill me up!" she cried as he pumped
his seed into her body. Pet couldn't tell which was
hotter, the video camera, or her, as they got an
incredible close up of Trisha's vaginal area as it was
stretched with pulsating black meat. She was no longer a
white meat virgin, and was, at least temporarily, the
freshest new member into Pet's corporate circle of black
sexing. While it had started out as a crazy fantasy, it
had developed into more of a fetish group for three
white women who wanted to be degraded by, and stuffed
with black cock.

As the group's newest initiate, Trisha lay in a dream
world, on her back, legs spread, and pussy stretched as
the sperm poured into her womb. She had done it. She had
been fucked by a black man, and it was only the
beginning. Now that she was initiated, her moans of
uncertainty changed to those of desire, of wanting to be
taken and defiled. Her hands stroked the black skinned
back that hovered over her small white body, wandering
over glistening shoulders, down the sides and exploring
the muscular butt that drove the seed deep inside her.

Pet motioned to one of the men to cut filming, so the
cameras were turned off as they regrouped for the next
scene. The two blondes applauded the action and
congratulated Trisha and her stud on the performance.
Trisha lay there with a smile, happily conversing with
the two blondes, and basking in the kudos heaped upon
her by the black entourage. She carried on her casual
conversation as she lay with legs splayed to her sides,
still impaled on the black snake that pulsed
occasionally in her cunt. It all seemed as normal as
dining out, but Trisha seemed to relish the trophy
between her legs, not wanting to let it slip from her
pussy as she gloated in excitement. Pet had to admit, it
was quite an exhibition, and she felt proud, in a sordid
way, to be part of this girl's initiation. As taboo as
it was, it was done tastefully, and with as much feeling
as the moment deserved. After all, a white woman's black
cherry is only lost once, and to record it for posterity
is an opportunity only a handful of women will ever
experience. Best of all, the experience was far from
over.....

Pet Project
(chapter 7)

What seemed like a full day of interracial orgy waned
sometime around 4 p.m. Both Trisha and Sandy had their
fantasies fulfilled, and their pussies filled full with
fresh semen from at least two men apiece. Most of the
activity was reserved for Pet, since she was the major
partner in the new corporate venture, and the others
were considered merely an effort in customer relations.
Whatever they were, Trisha and Sandy were satisfied with
their exploits, having dared together to cross the
boundaries into taboo sex that was to be their secret
with Pet.

Pet, meanwhile, was used like a human possession by the
men, especially Darden. He was the true leader of the
group, and his ever present dictatorial style of telling
everyone what would and wouldn't be done made him the
man in charge. It's funny how everyone joins right in
behind a leader, trusting their judgement and blindly
obeying their commands. It was the same for Darden and
his new business partner, Pet, who was his link to the
common world. Everything that Darden said about Pet was
true, if not entirely honest, so it was easy for her to
be led along. She was built up as a full business
partner with unique creative skills, and a sense of
adventure that would ensure success in the partnership.
She believed Darden who bolstered her ego with
platitudes of great writing, bold and fearless story
lines on which she was willing to stake her reputation.
That showed confidence and commitment, and was swallowed
by Pet, Trisha and Sandy, hook line and villainous
snicker.

Trisha expressed her undying amazement at Pet's
inventiveness and guts. She was pleased to no end that
she had found, not only a foundation for her new
literary venture, but a person with dedication,
commitment, and a phenomenal talent for living life, not
just writing about it. The women were also indebted to
Pet for having brought the opportunity of experiencing
their fantasies out in the open, and providing a real
mind blowing experience so mindlessly wild that they
truly became blood sisters.

Pet, quite frankly, didn't know what to think. She was
trying desperately to play down and close out what had
occurred the week before, but these new events,
involvement of her publisher, and her deep seeded
physical passion had kept her going on a spiraling path.
She was putty in Darden's hands, following his every
word and consenting to being part of his grand scheme.
Pet was terrified at the potential impacts to her
personal and public life, but was inextricably drawn by
the praise, potential notoriety, and pure a****l lust
that was coursing through her loins. She had become a
white slut like she never before imagined, and she felt
that playing the game well might provide that
opportunity for eventual escape. However, the pit she
was digging became only deeper, and her excuses seemed
to justify the pure wanton scenes she was playing. The
satisfaction was so intense, that she was ripped apart
by the opposite fears of being exposed, and the fear of
losing this euphoria. And so, her body convinced her
mind into believing she was doing the right thing, and
she always did her best at whatever she did.

"Trisha, Sandy, I'm not sure that you realize what a
prize you have in Pet," Darden started. "I've never seen
her kind of dedication and inventiveness in any other
venture. For example, she specifically made us promise
not to let her know what's to happen to her next. That
way she claims that her reactions will be spontaneous
and more inspiring for her story development. She
especially wanted us to keep the events from her
husband, Rick, so that the added element of infidelity
would add spice to her creations. Now, what do you think
of that?"

Trisha was dressing as she responded, "Pet, you're
amazing. We knew you had talent, but to concoct a wild
scheme such as this just blows me away! Tell me you're
going to keep this up for a good long time. Please, oh
please tell me that you have hundreds of these stories
yet to develop."

"Well, you said that the potential for success was
unlimited for a person with something unique. If you
really think we can work this line, then I suppose a few
more stories won't hurt. That is, I mean, I'll have to
try them first," Pet said as she lounged nude across the
laps of two black bucks.

Darden piped in, "That's just it, darlings, we create
the situations, and she transforms the living fantasies
to paper. That's the beauty of the business, and,
besides, there is another aspect to the company other
than stories."

"Really, what's that?" asked Sandy.

"The services, of course. The program is based on a very
discreet service of providing breeding, master/slave
training, interracial experiences, private training for
mothers and daughters, and special requested services
along the same lines. In the past, we've had some very
unusual fantasies to fulfill, some that even required a
legal release to ensure protection against potential
litigation."

"My God, Pet, you really are thinking ahead. But there's
one catch," said Trisha. "Understand that today was just
a new fling for Sandy and me, and that I get the film
taken of us. The other stuff strictly involves Pet and
not us. Is that clear?"

"Oh, very clear. Pet is becoming your star cock sucker."
The man whose lap Pet was spread over pushed her head
down as he stuffed her mouth with his cock to make the
point. Darden continued as she sucked, "However, that
won't be possible. You see, that's part of that
protection against legal action that I was talking
about. Your albums and video files will be kept quite
safe in our vaults. If at any time you get a notion to
disagree with the program, well.... I'm afraid that's
when your fetish may be used to our advantage. As you
might imagine, all protection is not necessarily in the
form of legal agreements." Darden smiled genuinely, and
cupped Trisha's breast as he said the word fetish.

It was Trisha's and Sandy's turns to go white, realizing
the implications of their indiscretions. Trisha mumbled
a few half words, but failed to form a complete sentence
before Darden interrupted her attempt.

"Now, I understand what you're trying to say, but
realize that it's for your own good, and mine," he said
as he wrapped one arm around each of the women. "Just
look at that pretty picture over there. Just
fascinating, isn't it?" Pet's head was bobbing up and
down, her cheeks bulging as her white face was
stretching around the black cock in her throat. Her
small fingers surrounded the peach size black balls at
the base of the shaft, and she was engulfing the meaty
rod, waiting for the impending explosion. As Pet sucked
on the man's pee stick, Darden lowered his voice and
spoke to Trisha and Sandy, "In fact, there's the matter
of Pet's next adventure, and one with which I'm sure
you'll want to help. Here's the deal, next Saturday..."
And as he laid out the plan, the women's pallor changed
from white to flush red and a smile that grew across
their faces as they listened. In a few minutes it was
Trisha and Sandy that were holding onto Darden's arms as
they stared back at Pet.

Her left leg was held wide as the black stud spread her
pussy and fingered her clit to climax. Her shivers were
met with a blast of hot fresh sperm shooting into Pet's
mouth, and the man held her head to make sure she took
it all down her throat. The taste of a black man's
seminal fluid being pumped into her in front of her
friends played with her mind, telling her that she'd
lost all sense of self-respect. With her dignity gone,
she continued to swallow, her nose against the man's
black contracting balls and two black fingers buried in
her wet snatch. Trisha and Sandy, satisfied with Pet's
last performance, kissed Darden on the cheek and made
their exit. Pet merely allowed the dark sausage to
soften as she held the treasure between her lips.
~~
After her publishers had left, Pet spent more time with
the photo session, posing with her blacks in every
conceivable sexual position. Darden explained that it
was necessary for the stories, and that new brochure
material was needed. Pet protested about the brochures,
but was quickly put in her place with threats of release
to her family. Above all, she wanted to avoid her family
knowing at all costs, and played along if there was the
slightest chance of the men being satisfied, and taking
their photos and leaving. However, something inside told
her that she should fear the worst, and that kept her in
a state of total fright.

The photos were really posed quite well, and Pet was an
excellent choice to depict the shy white housewife that
had turned to a black cock loving slut. The men had a
definite series in mind, and began with simple photos of
Pet in various states of undress, to a shot of Pet's
face covered in cum as she held a huge black cock on her
cheek. Her mouth was half open, and a pool of white jizm
could be seen inside, ready to be swallowed as she
looked into the camera with her beautiful green eyes. As
the positions changed, more photos were taken of the
blonde wife in different positions, having black cocks
inserted into her body. Oral insertions, combination
oral and pussy, and even one where a black pole was
poised to enter her ass while another fucked her slit,
and she was being face fucked, all while she held huge
slabs of black meat in each hand to the side all at the
same time. They were all there in a special edition of
what was to be their flagship picture set of their
"poster c***d housewife." Darden followed with another
set that consisted of a series of cum shots from the men
she was servicing. The final photos showed her virtually
covered in sticky white goo, with black hands spooning
the cum from inside her. These were added to shots of
her sucking copious amounts cum directly from her pussy
through a clear tube to her awaiting mouth.

Just before supper, Pet was driven to a two hour photo
kiosk at a mall near Tampa. One of the blacks used
Darden's convertible, and Pet rode in the passenger seat
clothed only in a white mesh swimsuit cover. The youth
in the kiosk was known to the Darden, and had worked
with him in the past. He knew what to expect from the
photos, and promised to have them ready in a couple of
hours as he stared at Pet in the front seat. Dinner
consisted of a quick meal fixed by Pet, and served with
the required wine. Then it was back to pick up the
pictures. As the youth handed the pictures to the man,
he grinned and stared at Pet asking, "Say, you got a
daughter? I was popular with the daughters you know."

Pet got a chill down her spine, and merely lowered her
eyes and shook her head as she tried desperately to
cover up. It was no use, since she had the option of
covering her pussy or her tits, and she considered her
pussy the more important. That left her nipples to point
exquisitely out between the mesh opening of her cover
up, exposed to the full view of the black men who
laughed at her uneasiness. To make matters worse, the
man in the driver's seat began going through the
pictures right there with the black attendant leaning
through the window to look over his shoulders. As the
man flipped from picture to picture, he handed them one
by one to Pet, who suffered the comments of how good she
looked with a mouthful of sperm, or how it must feel to
stick their dicks into her white hole. She was asked to
pick her favorites, and she knew that if she didn't, it
would be reported to Darden, so she selected several of
the most explicit shots, after which she was required to
tell them why they were her favorites. Totally
embarrassed, Pet forced herself to mouth words she never
used before. Words like fuck, blowjob, semen, cum, ass,
and cunt flowed from her lips in defiant sentences as
something else flowed from between her legs. Pet could
no longer control her physical reaction to her
treatment, and her body naturally produced the vaginal
fluids intended to make intercourse easier.

The final blow came when the man handed the young black
attendant Pet's selection and said, "Here, keep a set
for yourself, and make two more sets. We'll pick them up
tomorrow." Once again, Pet flushed with anxiety and
fear.

The evening was spent pouring over the photo sets, which
were paid for using Pet's credit card. Pictures that
matched the lines of Pet's story were selected for
scanning and insertion into the text. All the while, Pet
participated in the choices, and carefully labeled the
pictures with a corresponding location in the
manuscript. She was quite a sight on her hands and
knees, nude, pouring intently over hundreds of frames
spread all over the floor. But, like the professional
that she was, she took pride in her work, and felt that
it was one thing that this situation couldn't diminish.
As she wiggled around the floor, she had her butt
probed, her pussy fingered at will, and her tits milked
as they swayed below her like udders. The odd thing was
that Pet was enjoying the casual charm of constant
attention, and found that by wiggling her ass back at
the black hands or dicks, she was keeping herself in a
state of arousal. When all was done, the pictures
sorted, and the extras catalogued she sat back expecting
to have her passions satisfied. She was confused as to
why she felt this way, but she was also caving in to the
overwhelming physical emotion. What she didn't realize
was that this was all part of the plan, to play with her
mind so that her body would follow not only voluntarily,
but enthusiastically.

Pet was right on target, and this time she was looking
forward to the sexing. The blacks surrounded her, laving
her with attention. She sucked stiff dicks at will,
while another black was forcing his rod into her pussy.
She spread her legs willingly, allowing the black meat
inside her baby hole, and reached to fill each hand with
solid black flesh. Pet arched her back as she sucked the
black knob of a horse sized cock attached to shining
balls just waiting to empty into her mouth. Flicking pee
holes, sucking ball sacks, and relaxing her throat for
deep insertion was only the precursor to feeling blasts
of hot white goo pour into her blonde head. She gave
equally as free of her hot wet cock chute, being
stretched to perfection with shiny black skin pulsing
with shot after shot of black baby seed. Pet moaned
every time she felt the warm fluid cover her vaginal
walls, and thrust up to meet the squirting pricks as
they pumped sperm into her white body. Pet tried
desperately to force the cock heads through her cervix,
**************, but lost in uncontrollable desire to
have it enter her womb. She was fucked throughout the
night, not forcibly, but casually and consistently as
she wished. Only when her body was full, and the men's
balls were completely drained did they fall to sleep.
Pet's white body and blonde head was comfortably cradled
in the midst of five jet black bodies, and her dreams
were filled with thoughts of the invading tools, one of
which was still buried in her snatch.
~~
Instructions were again given for Pet to write a second
story, based on her mid-week adventure, and have it
ready by the following Wednesday. While this only
allowed her one week, what disturbed her even more were
the orders to return the next Thursday for a possible
extended stay, say up to four days. As she drove home
she fidgeted with another contorted plan on how to
handle Rick and their friends. The stories she was
devising were just too wild for any normal erotic
author, especially one for a women's magazine, and the
inquiries from Rick were becoming more pointed. "If only
I can distract him with more boat details," she thought
to herself. It would be more plausible to expect a
lightning bolt to strike and erase all traces of the
last week, but as it was, she had to deal with reality.

What was particularly difficult was that fact that Pet's
birthday was the next Friday, and she and Rick always
celebrated their birthdays in some special way. Problem
was that the special way was always a surprise, and she
had no clue as to what Rick was planning, but was sure
that the world would come to an end if she messed up his
plans. It seemed as if there was no way out, except to
make some excuse that her publisher's special requests
were more special than her birthday this year. Again,
the plans started falling into place, and she contrived
the story that her publisher's new magazine had
incredible potential for financial success, but it would
depend on Pet producing several initial stories. "Yes,
that's it," she thought to herself. "I'll say that
Trisha wants me sequestered away for a few days to
ensure completion of her the stories for her deadline,
and that she would make it up to me in spades."

Pet was convincing herself that she could pull it off
once more, but was panicked about two other things.
First, she was beginning to ovulate, meaning that not
only she would be in her high cycle in the coming week,
but she would be most vulnerable to becoming pregnant.
She could never explain anything remotely plausible to
her family if she were to be knocked up, and especially
impregnated with at black c***d. The horror was
unthinkable, but the possibility was definitely coming,
and she would have to face the risk. Her mind said stop,
but her body said go, and her body was winning.

Second, her soap opera problem wasn't the only thing
making her fidget in the car. She was released to go
home about noon on Wednesday, but Darden insisted that
she accompany him on one stop in Tampa. It wasn't a
particularly good part of town, and as they walked to
the establishment, her heart sank when she read that it
was a tattoo parlor. Darden's words rang in her ears,
"If your going to be a black man's slut, you'll have to
be marked as such." She stood frozen as Darden talked to
the young good looking lady behind the counter, then
turned to escort her to the back room. Pet was then
instructed to sit in what looked like a dentist's chair,
and hike her short skirt up to her waist. In a flash,
her legs were strapped in and spread wide, exposing her
well fucked and totally bare pussy. Tears were flowing
from her face as the lady and her male assistant
crouched between her legs and pinched her clitoris. Pet
saw the needle, felt the stabbing pain, then tried
desperately to imagine what had been done as the pain
began to subside. The woman backed away, and the three
people gazed with admiration at Pet's vagina. Pet looked
down and saw a simple, but exquisite gold ring
surrounding her clitoris, which had just been pierced
and adorned with the jewelry. She had seen these on
several women at the nudist resort, but would never dare
have one herself for fear that Rick would kill her. Now
she had no choice, and would have to live with the
attraction to her clit. This she couldn't hide, and she
would just have to tell Rick that it was a birthday
present to herself. As she walked out, Darden reminded
the woman who had pierced Pet that she would be expected
to the party on Saturday, and that she should bring her
tools.

It was something new, but in a strange way, Pet enjoyed
the wickedness of the clit ring. It was a constant
reminder of her wild experience, and it stimulated her
when she moved. She hoped that Rick didn't ask where she
got it done, and who did it, but she felt that the shock
of seeing it would be enough to distract the
conversation into another wild storytelling session. Her
mind wondered who would be the first to see. Rick? Kat?
Maybe it would be John. "Mmmm...." She thought, "I
wonder how it feels while having sex."
~~
Pet thought herself fortunate since Rick had been called
on a short trip to solve some apparent problem at work.
He had left a message that he would return on Friday,
and was gone when Pet arrived home. The ring in her
pussy was uncomfortable only from the standpoint that it
felt foreign to her, and not that it caused any real
pain. She kept it clean as instructed, and by the
morning it was healing well. However, there was the
issue of how to deal with Kat who was due over as
normal, and wanted to hear about her dealings with her
publisher. If she only knew, Pet thought to herself,
still wondering how to handle the news.

Pet was showered and nervously puttzing around the
house, making ready for Kat who she could no longer
avoid. The door opened on time, and in strolled Kat,
removing her clothes as she normally did in the family
room, then proceeding to the kitchen. Pet kept her back
to her friend who made light conversation, and said that
she wanted to hear the latest from Trisha and Sandy. Kat
remarked on how good Pet's overall tan was, teasing that
she must be visiting the club without her during the
last week. Kat took a seat on the patio, helping herself
to coffee while Pet finished cleaning some dishes from
the night before.

"So tell me, Pet, how'd it go with Trisha? Does she like
the material? Are you going to do more? Are WE going to
do more? C'mon, I'm dying to know what's new," Kat said
in one long breath.

Well, here it goes, Pet said under her breath, and she
turned to face her friend under the patio umbrella. Pet
walked straight toward Kat, proudly displaying her newly
adorned hairless pussy. Kat almost spewed her coffee as
her eyes locked onto the ring in Pet's clit.

"Holy shit! Pet! What have you been doing? You didn't!?
I mean, you did! I mean..... shit, shit, shit!" Kat
couldn't keep from staring at Pet's cunt, and Pet stood
there in the sunlight proudly displaying her new
jewelry, and figuring that the full frontal approach
would be best.

"Outrageous, huh? It was quite a decision, but I was
driving by the parlor when I told myself to just do it.
Do it before I chicken out. So I promised myself that I
wouldn't try to talk myself out of it for an hour, and
by that time it would be done. Actually, I like it. I
just hope Rick will like it." Kat was speechless and
staring. "Well say something! Give me some moral support
at least!" pushed Pet.

"Wow! It looks fabulous! I know we talked about this
sort of thing, but I didn't think you were remotely
serious. It really looks good, Pet." Pet was relieved at
her friend's words. "Come here," Kat asked, and as Pet
approached, Kat leaned forward and touched Pet's vaginal
lips, something that the two had only k**ded about in
the past. However, she did it like she was stroking a
precious gem, and gazed at Pet's pussy with admiration.
"It looks better than I imagined it would. Did it hurt?
And, my God, Pet...... who... how... where....?" Her
voice trailed off not knowing how to ask.

Pet took a seat on the chaise lounge opposite Kat, and
pulled one leg under her, spreading her pussy lips for
her friend to see. She made up the story of her
spontaneous act, but found that it excited her, so she
told Kat that the man piercing smiled all the time and
made her feel quite comfortable. By now, she secretly
wished that it had been a man, and continued her story
saying that she had gotten wet during the procedure. As
she was telling the story, she flicked at the ring, and
found that the stimulation got her wet right in front of
her friend. The two laughed and joked at the brashness
of Pet's adventure, and by the time they were talked
out, Kat had committed to going back with Pet to get a
matching ring.

"Can I feel it once more?" asked Kat as she sat next to
Pet. She didn't wait for an answer, but played with the
delicate ring and her friend's clit in one connected
motion. Pet was soon breathing harder and her pussy was
flowing with juice from. She couldn't believe the affect
the ring was having on her, but she didn't object as
Kat's initial touch turned into masturbating her friend
in the open air. Kat couldn't keep herself from
manipulating Pet's clitoris, seeing that she was turning
her on and bringing her sexual satisfaction. The
devilish attraction was too strong to stop, and Kat
continued until Pet closed her eyes and screamed her
climax at the hand of her friend. Her breathing slowly
returned to normal while Kat smiled as she ran her soft
hands over Pet's thighs.

Pet totally surprised herself and Kat as she sat up and
kissed her friend. "Next time I want to taste it," Kat
whispered wildly.

"Not before I taste yours!" Pet said as she moved around
and pushed Kat onto the chaise. She dived between her
legs and partook of a new and exciting flavor that she
always considered forbidden. Instead of pushing her
away, Kat moaned her pleasure and accepted Pet's tongue.
Voicing instructions, Kat held onto Pet's head,
alternately stroking her hair and pulling her closer for
more pressure until she flooded her mouth with girl
sperm. All her life, Pet had considered any lesbian
contact as disgusting, but now it seemed quite natural.
In fact, she was excited in realizing that she knew
exactly how a woman wanted to be touched, and she took
every advantage of that. She promised herself to dabble
in that again sometime, but for now, it was black meat
that was on her mind.

As they lay together in the sunlight, Kat fingered Pet's
clit ring and said, "Pet, I don't want to wait. I want
to do it now." Kat's request was the perfect puzzle
piece to Pet's dilemma. Now she wouldn't be the only one
to step over the line, and the two could stand together
to bear the brunt of their husbands' disapproval. Or
would it be excitement? Only time would tell, and so,
the women dressed in only what was necessary to make
them legal before heading off to Tampa.