Seduction of a Young Mother

Darlene was determined to take full advantage of the situation and knew the effects of too much alcohol made Sharon the perfect slave. The driver almost ran over two pedestrians and hit several parked cars when he kept staring into the rear-view mirror at the women. His heart pounded at the sight of skin and then he actually spotted a bare boob, as Darlene stretched the front of Sharon's dress downward to expose her breasts.

He watched Darlene fondle the luscious tits and then she ripped the lacy bra off. The scene was animalistic, as the woman's head swooped downward and devoured an exposed titty. The driver had never witnessed womanly lust. He noticed the sexy goddess being ravaged by the dominating young woman and the scene appeared consensual. Sharon's head was thrown back on the headrest and she was rolling her head back and forth, as if she was going through something dramatic. Her hands were on the woman's head and in her hair, but they didn't appear to be pushing Darlene away.

All of a sudden he leaned closer to the mirror so he could see more of the action. Darlene forced the shapely legs apart and she had her hand fully buried between the woman's thighs. He couldn't see what Darlene was doing, but his imagination ran wild when he noticed Sharon's mouth gapping wide open and she was huffing and puffing like mad.

The driver likely witnessed the first orgasm in the backseat of his cab. He could only see the back of Darlene's hand, but he correctly imagined her fingers pinching and rolling the slippery jewel around furiously, as the woman experienced a sudden climax. It was the saddest time when the twenty minute drive to Darlene's house was over and he pulled up in her driveway.

The scene was the best porno movie of his life. The driver watched the young woman slowly remove her fingers from between the slave's legs and deliberately put the wet fingers in the woman's mouth. He noticed the tongue lash out and lick the fingers clean and then the women kissed one last time.

***

Sharon woke with a start and her mind filled with the events of the previous evening. She kept her eyes closed and studied the vivid dream rolling through her head. Going to Darlene's place was a mistake, but strangely she couldn't resist the powerful temptation of finding out about some mysterious emotions and intimate feelings. They were no sooner inside the home when the woman took control.

A tremor shot through her body from her toes all the way up to her head, as she recalled experiencing the most fantastic climaxes of her life. If someone told Sharon that she had an orgasm in the backseat of a taxi with a stranger in the front seat, she would have called them a liar.

Sharon wanted to wake up, but also wanted to reminisce. She pulled the covers up to her neck and pretended to be in some safe haven, unafraid to see what lay ahead. The two friends went straight to the living room where Darlene used the pretense of them having a relaxing nightcap.

The liqueur was sweet and it was impossible to tell how powerful it was. After a few sips, Sharon felt her head swimming and then she was on her feet. By the time Darlene escorted and guided her down a long hallway and into a huge bedroom, the woman had stripped all of her clothes and loosened most of Sharon's. They fell onto the bed and in no time the mistress seduced her submissive friend.

Sharon blocked out the next part when her naked torso bucked wildly on the big bed while in the throes of a scandalous orgasm. She recalled being the woman's slave after that and willing to do anything Darlene requested. Sharon had never performed cunnilingus on a woman, but she did last night. After the woman literally passed out following a tremendous climax, Sharon realized she had changed.

The two friends recovered in the living room and the conversation suddenly turned serious. "When we saw you walking in the park the other day, I decided you were the one," Darlene stated. "My fantasy... my dream was for us to become lovers."

Sharon was too stunned to reply. She timidly followed Darlene, as the woman headed for the couple's photo gallery, and eventually found enough courage to respond. "I... it is getting late and I should go," she whispered.

"Nonsense, it's still early and I have something to show you," Darlene said and led the way into the couple's large display room. "I showed you some of the pictures Rob took of me, but there is more."

The lights were bright and Sharon followed her friend. They passed all of the photos from the various neighborhood celebrations and came to a halt at the ones of Darlene in all of her naked splendor. Sharon immediately observed a few additional pictures and her heart stopped. "What? What?" There were several pictures added to the gallery and all depicted Darlene with a muscular and well-hung black man.

Sharon squeezed her eyes shut and tried to recall everything that happened last night. Her breathing became a little ragged and she knew it was time to get out of bed, or else. The dream was getting too frightening, yet at the same time it was arousing so she tucked the covers under her chin and stayed in bed. The recollection of staring at the explicit photos of Darlene and her friend Ken was stimulating. She'd never looked at erotic pictures of men let alone ones which had such a well-endowed black man.

She remembered looking at the photos and deciding it was time to go. "Eh, I have to go. It's late," she whispered, as her eyes remained fully focused on one of the shameless photos.

Luckily Darlene was finished tormenting and dominating her. "Yes, you should get home," she replied. "I had a lovely time tonight, my love."

Sharon didn't know what to say, as her heart fluttered. "Yes, yes, me too."

"I'll call you tomorrow," Darlene said and then the evening ended.

***

Sharon jumped out of bed. She went into the bathroom and looked at herself in the large mirror. Her gaze started at her head and slowly drifted downwards. Hum, I look the same, she thought despite the furious quivering inside her stomach. Then she remembered Darlene's parting words. "I'll call you tomorrow!"

A nice hot shower didn't help. Sharon got dressed and wandered around the house in a stupor, as she contemplated what she was going to say when Darlene called. It was midafternoon by the time her mind settled down and then the phone rang. "Hello."

"Hello, my love. I had such a lovely time last night and I can't stop thinking about you."

"Uuuhh, yes, it was nice."

"I have to see you... just for a little while."

"Uuuhh, I can't... I'm busy."

"Sharon, darling, I want to see you."

"Oh lord, last night was a mistake... I'm sorry."

"Sweetheart, I can't get you out of my mind. I can see you in the backseat... when you climaxed in the taxi, oh geez, I don't think that driver will ever forget what happened," Darlene said and giggled. "I will never forget that first time when I made love to you in my living room."

It all flashed through her head. They had sex as soon as they got into the living room and then the sessions moved to every room of the house. The worst was in the master bedroom where she was introduced to her first 69. Sharon had heard about woman on woman sex that way, but she never imagined it happening to her.

Then the horrors of all horrors hit her. Sharon remembered how the two laughed and actually giggled last night when Darlene pulled out a camera. In no time, the woman took pictures of them both and even used the time lapse feature to ensure they were both in the photos. The silence on the phone was deafening. "Eh, oh, I don't know what came over me... too much to drink. I must have had too much to drink," she whispered.

Darlene smiled and made sure her voice was stern. "My love, I want you over here at six. I have something special for you... something I want you to experience in your life," she said and let her words hang in the air for many seconds. "Six o'clock, my dearest, six o'clock!"

The phone went dead and Sharon merely stared at the handset. Her fingers vibrated so bad that it was difficult to hang-up the phone, as her heart wouldn't stop pounding. She didn't have to go, did she? Sharon questioned Darlene's request and wondered if it was really just a request or an unyielding command. No, she thought, I won't go.

The rest of the afternoon flew by and Sharon tried to keep busy so she wouldn't dwell on the upcoming deadline. It was about five when she eventually paused and sat down at the kitchen table. Her mind went in one direction and then the other, as she considered both possibilities... to go or not to go?

Sharon reluctantly had a quick shower and changed into something casual. She decided to face the woman and tell Darlene once and for all that it was the end of their fleeting relationship. Arranging for Diane to babysit was easy, as her friend loved nothing more than to look after her baby. When she departed for Darlene's, Sharon had a hard time keeping her word.

When she drove into the driveway, the only thing going through her mind was last night. Sharon grit her teeth and vowed to remain strong. She slowly walked to the door and tried to stay calm, as her legs felt like rubber. The door opened before she could ring the bell and she came face to face with the overpowering woman.

"I knew you would come, my dear," Darlene said and grabbed her by the hands. "Come in! I have so much planned for you."

The statement alone sent a shiver through her entire body. Darlene held her hands and pulled her inside the house. The door closed and Sharon found herself pushed up against the door and being kissed intimately. The kiss broke and Sharon was almost breathless. "Huugg, yesterday was a mistake. I'm sorry," she mumbled. "I shouldn't have acted like I did."

Darlene held her by the hand, as she led the way into the dimly lit living room. She literally pushed Sharon onto the sofa and then sat down right next to her, which gave the impression that only one woman was in-charge. "I've lived for this day. Being married is wonderful, but there is one thing that I've always wanted," Darlene stated and stared into the bewildered eyes.

"Whaaa, what?" Sharon returned the stare and suddenly her courage was gone.

"You already know that our lovemaking last night was phenomenal and something I'll never forget."

"Huuhh, huuu."

"Well I found the submissive lover and the one who will be my slave."

"No, no, no."

"You see, after last night, you can't refuse. You'll do anything I say, or else."

Sharon was going to say no, but something in the woman's glare made her stop. "Huuugghh."

"I wonder what your husband, your family or your neighbors will say if they knew you were having sex with another woman?"

"No, no, please."

Darlene smiled and reached for an envelope she had conveniently placed on a coffee table. "Remember how we took pictures... after we made love," she said and opened the envelope.

Sharon knew the haunting event would come back to bite her. It seemed kind of exhilarating and exciting when they were naked and taking pictures, but not now. She lowered her gaze and watched the woman pull out a large 8 by 10 picture. When she noticed the shameless image, her heart pounded so hard it was extremely hard to breathe.

Sharon had a very hard time controlling her emotions after seeing her hand full of big, black cock. "But... but I never did that. I was not with a man... with a black man."

"You've heard of photo-shopping. Well, I thought it would be fun doing it to one of your pictures," Darlene told the shocked woman. "I'm sure you can see that no one could ever tell this wasn't for real."

"What? But... but?"

"Everyone will believe you're holding something big and black and beautiful."

Sharon couldn't take her eyes off the brazen picture. Darlene was right. No one would believe the picture was edited or changed, as it looked very real. Her eyes got teary and her heart pounded harder in her chest. Sharon stared at the picture and noticed how her small, dainty hand was holding the thick, black penis. "Why, what do you want?"

The mood in the room changed in a heartbeat. Darlene grabbed a handful of hair and yanked so she could glare into the teary eyes. "Stop whining, slut! You know you can't resist or your life will be ruined. Do you want to know what I have planned for you... do you?"

It felt like her hair had been yanked out of her head when the woman tilted her head to the side. Sharon stared back into the dark eyes of the devil and knew she was being forced. "Owe... ouch, please don't hurt me. What do you want?" she asked.

"Good, you understand! If you obey and do exactly what I order you to do, your husband won't find out... or no one for that matter will find out about your infidelity," Darlene stated and jerked hard on the hair tangled between her fingers.

"But... but, I never did anything. You changed the pictures," Sharon pleaded.

"Yes, but no one will ever know they were photo-shopped," Darlene replied. "When your husband sees that big black cock in your hand, what do you think he'll say?"

"Oh, you can't... no, you can't show him!"

"Darling, you can be assured that I will... unless," Darlene whispered and left the sentence hanging.

"What do you want... what do I have to do?"

Darlene stared into the teary eyes, as she gave another firm jerk on the tangled hair. "Good, I promise your husband will never see the pictures. He'll never know what happened between you and Ken," Darlene said and smirked.

"Dear gawd, what do you mean. Ken, no, I can't, not with a black man... any man. What do you mean?" Her body trembled and it was hard to remain seated beside the woman. "Oh lord, my husband would never understand."

"You're going to get dressed in a pretty, sexy nightie and then have sex with Ken."

Sharon was positive she was going to faint. She was dizzy and wondered if there was a way out of the dilemma. "No, no, no."

Darlene let go of the hair and grabbed the nightie that she had stashed beside the sofa. She tossed the shear garment into Sharon's face and smiled. "Here, put this on. NOW!"

She was in a complete daze. Sharon looked at Darlene and noticed how she was waving the incriminating picture in her face. Her hands vibrated and it was hard to strip her clothes, but eventually she was naked. She didn't dare look at the woman and donned the nightie as quickly as she could, not wanting to stay naked longer than necessary. The biggest wave of relief washed over her when she was dressed and then she heard a scary noise.

A door behind them opened and closed and no one moved. Sharon's heart was already racing and she didn't think it could beat any faster, but she was wrong. Suddenly she was standing beside the sofa and listening to soft footsteps approaching from the far side of the room. Her heart pounded and the blood throbbed at her temples, which made her slightly lightheaded. She sensed rather than felt someone move up behind her and she didn't dare turn her head or look.

Ken put his big hand in the center of Sharon's back and guided her across the floor. Her feet shuffled and in the blink of an eye she was moving down the long, dimly lit hallway. Sharon didn't have to open the bedroom door because it was already open and she was pushed and steered into the darkened room.

Thankfully the darkness felt comforting and a little calming. Sharon held her breath when the person behind her guided her over to the wall and gave a push on her back. "Please, please don't hurt me," she whispered and suddenly realized her protest must have sounded utterly pathetic.

***

Sharon stood up straight and put her hands on the wall just above her shoulders when she was pushed so she wouldn't bang into the wall. Before she felt the heat of the body brush up against her back, Sharon sensed someone directly behind her. The hot breath washed across the side of her face and then she felt hands on top of her flared hips. Strong fingers dug into her heated flesh and slowly pulled her lower body away from the wall while leaving her slightly bent over. Her hands remained on the wall for support and she held her breath, as she was too afraid to move.

Fingers grabbed the bottom of the nightie and slowly rolled the shear garment up her torso. Ken smiled when her hands came off the wall just long enough for him to remove the nightie and then Sharon replaced her hands on the wall to regain her balance.

It was a nightmare and the darkness helped. All of a sudden something long, hard and burning slipped between the top of her milky thighs. Sharon's mind raced, as the dilemma seemed overwhelming, and she started huffing and puffing for much needed air. "Gaaaahhh, oh gaaaa... nooooo. Please, no. Don't hurt me."

The hard cock slithered through her crotch and pressed into the soaked slit between her legs. Then Ken leaned forward and pressed his lips against the burning ear. "Spread your legs. Let me feel that wet pussy with my big cock," he whispered and taunted her by licking her ear. "Holy shit... you're fucking soaked."

Sharon wanted to die. She wasn't sure where the moisture was coming from, but her entire crotch felt damp and wet. She felt the cock press into her slit and knew her juices coated every inch of the scorching meat. "Oh, nooooo, please don't... please."

"Good girl. Darlene said you were easy... hot and easy."

"What, no... no," Sharon pleaded and felt something push into her wetness. She opened her eyes, but the darkness was stifling and she fully realized the stranger was Darlene's black friend.

In the blink of an eye, her feet came off the floor and something searing pierced her soul. Ken felt the head of his massive cock enter the small opening and he thrust his hips with the might of a madman. "Oh fuck... fuck baby, oh fuck, you're hot... fucking hot," as a few inches of his ramrod entered the inferno. "Oh baby... oh baby... fuck baby."

She sort of balanced in midair, high on her tiptoes. "No... nooooo... nooooo." Sharon felt the strong fingers dig into her heated flesh and hold her body steady so she couldn't move any higher.

Ken held her hips and rammed another three or four inches into his white slut. "Oh fuck, hold on baby... wait for it."

"No, never... never, you bastard!"

"Yes, yes, keep moving that gorgeous ass... move it, baby."

"No, no, never!"

"Oh shit, yes... move that sexy ass."

"Never... never."

"Holy fuck... oh geezus. Keep moving, yes!" Ken deftly twisted his torso to expose one luscious cheek and then he slapped the bare ass. "YES, FUCK YES, grind that gorgeous ass, baby."

"Nooooo... nooooo." Sharon felt the man twist the other way and slap her other bare cheek as hard as he could a few times. "OWE... please, don't hurt me, please." Her hips moved one way and then the other, as she frantically tried to get away.

"Oh shit... yes, keep moving... YES!" Ken buried his throbbing cock to the hilt. He held the flared hips away from the wall and slowly pumped in and out of the tight honey-hole. When the hips squirmed and rotated around and around, he thrust with all his might.

"What? No, no," Sharon pleaded, as strange spasms rocked her entire body. "What... what?" The tremors increased and so did the convulsions inside her stomach.

"Sweet fuck, yes, keep doing that. I love white whores!"

"What, what, no... noooooo."

Ken felt the powerful muscles milk his pulsating hardon. Every time he tightened his stomach and thrust his hips forward, he drove his cock to the hilt. "Fuck yes, fuck yes, move that cunt. Yes, yes!"

"No, no, stop. Please stop."

"Sweet fuck, yes, you're the best. Fuck me... fuck me!"

Nobody had ever treated her like a whore and Sharon desperately knew she should protest, yet her body seemed out of control. When her hips started vibrating, her guts exploded. Suddenly she was pressed up against the wall and she had to turn her face. The vast cream flowed and intense convulsions erupted in her belly. "Gaaawww, gaaawwwkkk."