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Janet's Story


Chapter 1

Janet sat in the uncomfortable chair next to her husband Harvey's, hospital bed. "Janet, please, I'll be fine. Go home, go to work, and come by when you can. They are just keeping me here for tests and observation."

"I don't know, I feel like I should stay," Janet sighed, looking out his widow at the pouring summer evening rain. It had started storming on the way to the hospital.

"Look the weather isn't so bad. Just drive carefully," Harvey said, patting her hand gently. "I'll be fine ok?"

Janet sighed again, shaking her head, not wanting to go. She wasn't worried about the rain storm. She was worried about Harvey. She looked at him once more to see him smiling back at her. He was having tests done to monitor an issue with his kidney. Harvey had been having ongoing kidney problems for years.

"Go. I'll be fine. Call me from work tomorrow. Come by see me during the weekend. It'll be fine, I promise," Harvey again patted her hand, urging her to go.

Janet shook her head, attempting to smile back at Harvey, "I guess I can go into work tomorrow. I'll call you first thing in the morning though."

"That's fine honey," Harvey assured her.

Janet stood slowly, grabbing her purse, glancing out at the pouring rain, thankful she parked in a parking garage. She leaned down to give him a kiss on the lips and a hug. "Call me if you need anything, alright?" she asked.

Harvey nodded and swatted at her butt as she turned around to leave. Janet paused at his room door, turned to give him one more smile, watched him grab the remote for his room's TV, thinking that maybe he'll be ok. Heading down the hallway toward the elevator, she felt unsure if she would be.

Another flash of lightening startled Janet while sitting at a stop light on the way home from the hospital. She recounted Harvey's situation, hoping that he'd be ok, remembering that she herself, like her husband, only had one kidney left. If Harvey needed another one, he would have to go on a waiting list while a donor was searched for.

Another flash of lightening brought her memories to the night before her surgery to donate one of her kidneys to Harvey. It was a stormy night just like this one.


A flash of lightening silhouetted Janet and her doctor in her hospital room five years ago. The then 45 year old moaned, tossing her long red hair back, as her doctor, whose name she can't even remember, impaled her forcefully. He was tall, black, and huge in every way. Janet knew he'd be unable to resist her flirts and innuendo. It was only a matter of time before the doctor would risk getting fired and succumb to her charms, laying waste to her pussy right there on her bed.

Another flash of lightening, Janet's legs were wrapped around his waist and her arms around his shoulders, the doctor pumped his hips upward, eliciting another moan from her. She was an addict. She knew it; it had been this way her whole life, lying dormant until her late 30's. A visit to her sister Darla in Miami awakened her black cock fantasies.

A third flash of lightening and the doctor threw his head back; spraying semen onto Janet's waiting face. She rubbed it into her skin, moaning, loving its smell, its texture, its taste. She slept like a baby that night, the anxiety of the operation fading from her.

The operation was a success, Harvey's joy and thankfulness for pulling through with the help of his wife changed Janet. Nothing but guilt followed her now. The man she loved was scared for his life and thankful that his wife came to his aid. Yet the night before the surgery his wife was there, in another room, getting fucked by one of the black doctors. She had hit rock bottom. She decided to change after seeing Harvey's happy face, hearing him thank her, hearing him say he loved her. She decided to bury this fantasy, this fetish, this addiction for good.


Shaking the memory and regrets of that night, she pulled into the driveway, rushed inside out of the rain and headed to bedroom. She showered, thought about calling Harvey, but decided against it, hoping he was getting his rest, and headed to bed herself.

The next morning the day was clear and sunny. She called Harvey on the way to work, asking him how he was, checking to see if he needed anything. He assured her he was fine and asked that she have a great day and not to worry about him.

Janet pulled into her office building's parking lot. She as the administrative assistant for the company's CEO, Bob, however she didn't start out that way. It was actually a requested demotion. After the kidney surgery she decided to make a change. She asked Bob if she could change positions, one that didn't involve working with the talent at one of the several magazines the company published. Luckily, sensing an underlying issue and not wanting to pry, Bob obliged, offering her an executive assistant position. She rarely saw any of the black models that came through for photo shoots or contract discussions.

Every single black model that entered the doors of Elite Magazine for the five years Janet worked with talent relations tasted, fucked, and filled her pussy. She would take them to lunch, discuss a schedule, a contract, suck their cocks in the car, and after work meet them at their hotel if they were coming in from out of town and properly welcome them to the company.


"What do you think about her?" Janet asked one young model, sitting on a couch in his hotel room several years ago. They were browsing a catalogue of white female models. He was going to pick one he liked and Janet would arrange their hotel accommodations and photo shoot next month. The then 42 year old went to her knees in front of him, pulled his cock out while he flipped through the catalog, sucking it until he found the model he wanted to shoot with. When he found her, she stood before him, stripped, and proceeded to service him for the rest of the evening before heading home later.

That was her typical routine until she met Fat Rob. He was another associate of Bob's and he also was a talent scout of sorts. He found mostly found the white female models and most likely treated them the same way Janet treated the black male models. Inevitably, their paths crossed, producing months upon months of pussy-stretching by a hulking black man, with a massively thick cock. She learned over and over again why they called him Fat Rob.

The affair abruptly ended when Janet went back to work after her kidney donation and started a new job. She saw Fat Rob every once in awhile, as he would have meetings with her boss, but only flirtation on his side came from it. He didn't seem too hurt by Janet's dismissal of his affections. Janet surmised he had several women in his stable to take her place.


Sitting at her desk, picturing Harvey's smiling face after that kidney transplant surgery; she shook more regret from her mind and attempted to focus on work.

It was difficult for Janet to do so, due to the fact that her employer's right-hand-woman, Fernanda was in his office, behind closed doors, moaning loudly, and most likely faking an orgasm with Bob. Janet sighed and rolled her eyes. When Fernanda arrived from Miami for special meetings with him they usually talked very little.

After about 30 minutes, Fernanda exited his office through the large double doors, fixing her long dark hair. "Hi Janet!" the six foot tall beauty excitedly greeted her. Janet replied with a weary smile. Fernanda was always very nice, even if she did sleep with every one she came across. Perhaps that's why she was so friendly.

"How is your husband?" She asked.

"He's alright, at least I hope, tests are being run," Janet explained.

"And you are here at the office?!?" Fernanda asked.

"Yes, I'm here. Harvey insisted I come to work and that he'd be fine without me," she said, the sadness and worry was apparent in her reply.

"Well it is settled," Fernanda said in her Puerto Rican accent, "You are coming out with me tonight. It is Friday, we will have fun. Harvey will be happy that you are out, will he not?"

Deep down Janet knew Harvey would be happy to hear she went out with a friend, "I, I suppose. Maybe."

"Good! We will go to dinner and then dancing. Do not tell me you are too old for that. You are gorgeous," Fernanda said.

Janet sighed, smiling weakly, "I suppose. I don't want to stay out all night though. Harvey may need me."

"I promise to have you home safely and at a reasonable time," Fernanda assured her. "Wear something sexy," she commanded, "because that's what you are!"

Janet chuckled at the overly friendly woman. She had an idea what she could wear. She gave Fernanda her address after she insisted she drive, hinting that Janet could have a few drinks, they determined the time she would be picked up and a place they would go.

Janet watched Fernanda leaving, waited a few moments, and then called Harvey. He said that would be a great idea for her to go out and have fun. Harvey reminded her how beautiful he thought she was, looking much younger than 50, and requested she party like the younger woman she looked like.

Chapter 2

Standing in front of her body length mirror in the corner of her bedroom, Janet liked the light-green, short, cocktail dress she had picked out. It came to her mid thigh and was very tight. She hadn't worn it in five years, but followed Fernanda's request that she wear something sexy. She flipped up her long hair some, letting it fall down to her middle back, admiring the fresh dye job of dark auburn red she applied to it recently. She looked closely in the mirror at her makeup, touching up her eye shadow a bit to accentuate her big blue eyes.

Janet was proud of the way she looked at 50. She spent most of her free time in the private gym she had in one of the rooms of their finished basement. She had cancelled her gym membership due to the fact she seduced every single black man she saw there. Often she would be riding cock in the steam room, getting plowed from behind in the alley behind the gym or sneaking into the men's locker room for a shower with three or four young men. When her husband came out of surgery healthy and happy, her gym sexual encounters was another thing that ended, having realized who really mattered in her life.

Fernanda picked her up in a rental car, commented on her dress, and drove off to the restaurant for dinner. At dinner Janet learned the nightclub they were going to was one that other employees at the company frequented. This caused a bit of concern with Janet and she decided to ask Fernanda a question.

"I'm not sure, how to put this," Janet said, taking a sip of her wine, "but you mentioned a lot of employees tend to visit this club. Does that include some of the models?" She hoped that more of the office workers would be there and not some of the black male models.

"I believe so, yes! But I have not seen many," Fernanda said, a slight twinge of sadness in her voice. "I will keep my eyes open for you though!"

"No, no, that's not what - " Janet started to say.

"Ugh, who is calling me now?" Fernanda interrupted Janet, answering her phone, talking to one of her sisters in Spanish. Her call ended and Fernanda went on and one about Janet's hair or her dress or the fact she was glad to be out for the night. Eventually they left and headed to the nightclub.

A feeling of nervousness came over Janet as the two women entered the building. It was crowded, making traversing the crowd difficult. Janet saw no one she recognized from her past position or current one. Fernanda didn't seem to either. The two ladies sat at the bar and Fernanda bought Janet a martini. After chatting for a few moments, followed by a shot of vodka, also provided by Fernanda, Janet was dragged on to the dance floor by the towering woman. Janet was wearing high heels, putting her height at 5'9", two inches taller than normal. Fernanda towered over her, her three inch pumps putting her at 6'3".

Janet was feeling better at this point, being led by the hand by Fernanda, not seeing anyone she knew from the company, she began to loosen up. They danced, Janet buzzed enough to not care that Fernanda was grabbing her toned ass the whole time, feeling like it was going to be ok - no black male models from the magazine would be there.

After several songs and Janet receiving proof that this Fernanda woman was bi-sexual, due to her slightly lewd compliments, bodily caresses, and kisses along Janet's neck, their dancing ended. Fernanda was smiling widely, looking behind Janet, across the room. She waved at someone. Janet turned around to see who. It was a coworker. Janet recognized her as Devin and saw her partially obscured by the crowd of people Fernanda was slowly dragging her by the hand through. As they approached the smiling blonde, more people dispersed, allowing Janet to get a better view. She observed Devin was sitting next to someone, nearly snuggling with the person on a couch. A few more people moved out the way, they got closer, Janet saw another blonde coworker on the other side of the couch named Nicky, followed by, as more people moved out the way, a third blonde who she didn't know. Finally they were a few feet away and that's when Janet saw who the ladies were sitting with on the couch.

"Be cool, be calm, relax," Janet told herself, attempting to calm her speeding heart rate. The three blondes were sitting with the most amazing looking black man Janet had ever seen. Devin rose to greet Fernanda, hugging her warmly, turning to Janet to do the same. Nicky followed suit, politely hugging both women, and introducing the third unknown blonde as Kristen.

Fernanda was giving the black man a long hug when Nicky was introducing Janet to Kristen. Janet glanced over to him as Fernanda ended their embrace, realizing she must know him as well.

"Janet, this is Ulysses. I have been a friend of his family since I was in my early twenties or so," She smiled at Ulysses, "So a little over ten years, right?"

Ulysses nodded politely, extending his hand to Janet, she quickly shook and smiled back. They all moved to a table, ordering a couple more drinks and some appetizers. Janet controlled her breathing, reminding herself that she's fine, that she is going to be ok, that Harvey is in the hospital and may need her at any moment. She ignored Ulysses for the most part, sitting a couple seats down from him, looking away from his muscular frame that the tight t-shirt highlighted with a pony tail of dreads, chatting mostly with Nicky and Kristen. Fernanda and Devin laughed and talked the most. Janet was unaware that Ulysses sat quietly at the table, most likely accompanying these women out just to be nice, or ran into them and got dragged along on their Friday night outing. Either way he was quiet and seemed shy.

Fernanda directed the conversation back to Janet, suggesting that she and Ulysses go dance and that they will catch up with them later. Ulysses turned to Janet and shrugged, smiling awkwardly again, "Would you like to?"

"Um, well," Janet didn't want to but before she could politely decline, Fernanda stood and interrupted her.

"Yes, yes, go and have fun," She said ushering Janet to stand and follow Ulysses. "Go, we'll catch up later!" Fernanda and the three blondes scurried away toward another area of the club out of sight.

Janet watched them leave, her eyes widening when she felt her hand being softly held, turning to see Ulysses nodding at her. She nodded back and followed him through the crowd of people.

He was tame. Not once did he touch her in an inappropriate way. Janet couldn't help but smile at this, thinking about one time in a crowded club similar to this one with Fat Rob several years ago, his cock out, Janet jerking it, then bending over for him to discreetly penetrate her while they danced. Ulysses never once tried anything with her.

"So you work with Fernanda?" Ulysses asked as they danced.

"Sort of. I'm her boss's assistant."

"Oh. So you probably don't see my stepmom much either then?" Ulysses asked.

"Your stepmom?" Janet asked back.

"Yeah, DevinDevin. She's technically not my stepmom anymore. Her and my father are no longer together. But I still think of her as that and we're still very close." Ulysses explained.

Janet had no idea," I see so the other women were, or are, your step aunts then?" she asked with a smile.

"That's right. We all still hang out. They are good people." Ulysses said.

"Yeah it seems so," she replied, still dancing.

"So you're husband is in the hospital? I heard them say something about it."

"Yes, he is. Hopefully will be home soon," Janet informed him, feeling slight guilt that she was out.

"Well, it sounds like he'll be ok. It's good that you're getting out and relaxing," Ulysses said as the DJ changed to another song. More people moved to the dance floor, forcing Janet to get closer to Ulysses, her hands going to his shoulders.

"It's getting crowded," She observed.

"Yeah. We can go and sit if you like," He suggested. Janet nodded, holding his hand, following him through the crowd back to their original table. For the next hour or so that chatted about Janet's work history, not mentioning how she treated the models, and also about her husband and her family. Ulysses did the same, saying he hasn't done any photo shoots with Elite Mag, telling Janet that it's mostly advertisements for sport wear, fitness magazines and so on that he works for - the total opposite of what Elite Mag features, which is content for black males age 18-35.

It was a pleasant conversation, with Janet forgetting how attractive he was, proud of herself that she wasn't flirting or coming on to him. Fernanda and the other women returned eventually, smiling, their hair slightly messed up, Janet not knowing where they had headed off to.

"Ok Janet, are you ready? I promised to get you home at a decent time!" Fernanda said, standing behind Janet, placing her hands on her shoulders.

"Uh, sure," She said, smiling at Ulysses. "It was nice talking to you," she said.

"Yes, likewise, I hope the rest of your evening is good," He stood with her, gentlemanly shaking her hand.

They all said their goodbyes and left. Janet couldn't help but smile at herself on the way home. She had done, or rather, not done it. She didn't come on to him, she didn't try to seduce him, she was going home and that was that. Fernanda informed Janet she was taking her out again tomorrow and that it was be just the two of them and Ulysses. Janet nodded saying that was fine. She told herself everything was ok, she wasn't going to revert back to her old ways.

Chapter 3

"Hi sweety," Janet answered her phone the next morning. It was her daughter Marie checking in on her father. That chatted for a few moments about his condition and outlook.

"He told you to go home?" Marie asked.

"Yep, said he'd be fine. I'll go see him later today. I'm going to hang out with a friend tonight," Janet said.

"Well good, I think that'll be nice for you to get out," Marie replied. They ended their phone call a few minutes later and Janet finished getting ready to go to the hospital to visit Harvey. She briefly thought back to her 30 year old daughter's wedding day.


It was 6 years ago. Marie had been out of college for a couple years and was marrying a man her parent's age. He was a plastic s surgeon, having already performed some enhancements on Marie's body, and was very well off in Miami.

"Ok sweety, are you rea - " Janet stopped, frozen in place in the door way to her daughter's dressing room, watching Marie in her wedding dress on her knees, sucking a glorious cock of one of the black employees of the resort the wedding was at.

Marie turned to her mother, giving her a devilish grin, motioning her to come in with her free hand. Janet slowly entered the room, without saying a word, went to her knees next to her daughter and shared the cock with her.

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