Episode III — We Three Kinks of Coraline’s Heart
Her name was Coraline but for as long as almost anyone could remember, everyone had just called her Carol. That’s because of her little sister, Holly. Holly was only one years old when she had first called her Carol. Carol had corrected her. Her name was Coraline or Coral for short.
That didn’t sit at all well with the little girl but she said nothing until the next time she named her sister and the next time she did, she called her Carol.
Once again, Coraline corrected her but once more, when the little girl named her sister, once more, she called her Carol.
Carol had finally had enough of that. If her little sister wouldn’t listen to her, she knew there was someone her little sister would listen to. “Mom,” she called out. “Mom, Holly’s being mean to me.”
“How is your sister being mean to you,” her mother wanted to know.
“I keep telling her my name’s Coraline or Coral for short but she keeps calling me Carol.”
The little girl stood her ground. “Coral is what you find in an ocean,” she said. “Carol is a girl’s name so her name must be Carol.”
Her mother smiled just a little. “She’s got a point there.”
“What?!” roared the exasperated older sister.
“It’s not that big a deal,” her mom said.
“Maybe not to you but it is to me. It’s my name.”
“Come on. I think it’s kind of cute.”
Coraline didn’t think it was all that cute but when everyone else started calling her Carol, in time even she came around to calling herself Carol, too.
That was how the man dressed in red knew her although truth be told, he, knew her true name, too, but more than that, he knew Carol’s deepest, darkest fantasies, the type of secret fantasies that she wouldn’t share with even her closest friend or family member and more than that, unknown to Carol, he’d decided that Carol had been extra good this year so it was time for her to get what she craved.
Carol had just gotten off her shift at her job when her boss pulled her aside. “Carol,” he said. “I was wondering if I could speak with you.”
“Sure thing Mr. Whitlock. What’s up?”
“As you know, the holidays are coming up—”
“I know. It’s my favorite time of the year.”
“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. As you know, we’re keeping the store open on Christmas Day so some of our last minute shoppers can pick up what they need.”
“I know.”
“And Ivy was going to be the head cashier that day to kind of watch over things.”
Uh oh, Carol thought. She didn’t like the way this was going. “Yeah, I know.”
“The only thing is she’s suddenly caught something and she can’t be here.”
Not so sudden, Carol thought. Everyone knew that Ivy had a new boyfriend. Carol supposed Ivy was what most people would call a cougar. She was pretty reliable most of the time but when she got herself a new boyfriend, she had a tendency to pretty much forget everything else.
“The problem was she was going to be our lead checker but now she’s not going to be here.”
“You want me to work Christmas Day,” Carol said glumly.
“I’m sorry. I’ve got no one else and besides, you’re going to be all alone that day. From what I heard, your sister’s not going to be able to fly in.”
Carol couldn’t help but groan at that. She wondered who had told her manager that. She knew she hadn’t told him just so he wouldn’t ask her to work so who had ratted her out? Heck, it might have been Ivy who did it. As soon as she knew she wasn’t working, she’d have to give the old man a replacement and she knew Carol would be home alone. Actually, the more she thought about it, the more logical it was.
“So what do you say? Can I count on you to be here? You’ll get the overtime pay, of course.”
She could have just told him no. She could have lied and said she’d made other plans. She could have said anything at all but in the end, she just sighed. “Sure,” she said. “I’ll be here.”
“Excellent. I knew I could count on you.”
And that was the problem, Carol thought. Sometimes you could be too reliable. If she didn’t keep coming through for him in a pinch then maybe he’d stop assuming that he could always count on her in a pinch.
And that was how Carol found herself opening up for work on Christmas Day.
She wasn’t the only one there, of course but Mr. Whitlock wasn’t going to pay overtime to have a whole shift there that day so as Carol soon found out, it was just her running the cash registers and Marvin Harrison doing everything else.
In a way, that was almost fine. Marvin was a big, Black kid. He had to be over six feet tall and he was stocky, too. He’d come to work at the store even before he’d graduated from high school and he was pleasant enough to work with, well pleasant enough as soon as Carol had gotten him to stop calling her Mrs. “You don’t have to call me Mrs. O’Day,” she’d told him the first time. “I’m not married.”
“Oh, okay,” he’d readily agreed but then he’d persisted in continuing to call her Mrs. until Carol had finally broken him of the habit but even still, he sometimes lapsed back into the old ways.
Still, he was pleasant enough to work with and with the day starting off rather slowly, she found her mind wandering. More importantly, she found herself thinking about Marvin. She’d always heard that Black men were well endowed and she wondered if he was.
Stop that, she chastised herself. That’s totally inappropriate. You shouldn’t be having those kinds of thoughts.
Maybe not but that didn’t mean they weren’t there and more than that, there was something else. It was a deep, dark fantasy that she kept hidden from everyone but on that day, standing there behind the register, she couldn’t help but feel the fantasy coming to life. Yeah, she’d heard about Black men and how big they were but how much bigger would it feel if one of them was sticking his cock ... in her ass.
She gulped at just the thought of that. She shouldn’t be having these thoughts, she told herself, and even if she were having them, she shouldn’t be having them at work.
And yet there they were. What would it be like to have a Black man in her ass?
It wasn’t long before Marvin came and hung around with Carol at the register. “Is it always going to be slow like this, Mrs. O’Day?”
“I imagine it will pick up later, Marvin. People are probably opening up presents but sooner or later, they’re going to discover that one item that they just have to have and then they’ll start coming in, and Marvin, how many times do I have to tell you, it’s Carol. Not Mrs. O’Day.”
“Sorry. I forgot.”
Did he really, Carol wondered. Sometimes, she wondered about that. Sometimes, she wondered if Marvin did that on purpose but why would he do that on purpose? It just didn’t make sense.
“It kind of doesn’t make sense to just stand around here and do nothing,” the kid said.
If he wanted to do something, she knew something he could do to her. Stop it, she told herself. Get a grip on it. “That’s just the way it is.”
“Yeah. Hey are you okay, Mrs. ... Carol?”
“Okay? Why wouldn’t I be okay?”
“I don’t know. It’s just that you seem a little ... flustered.”
“I’m not flustered,” she said quickly.
“I know. I know. Like I said, it was my mistake.”
Carol said nothing.
“Maybe I should go see if there are some shopping carts that need to be brought in from the parking lot.”
“Wasn’t that done last night?” Carol asked irritably.
“Yeah but, I can’t just stand around here and do nothing.”
“I know something you can do,” Carol said and as soon as she said it, she regretted it.
“What do you want me to do, Mrs. O’Day?”
There was a change in the boy’s tone but Carol hardly noticed it. What she’d noticed was he wanted to know what she wanted him to do and as much as she knew she shouldn’t be doing it, she just couldn’t help herself. “Well, you know, you could open your pants and you could show me your cock.”
“Someone might see.”
“We already talked about that. There’s no one here but you and me.”
“You’ve got a point there, Mrs. O’Day. You know I’ve always had a feeling about you. I’ve always thought that you’ve always wanted to see this.”
Carol didn’t even notice that Marvin had called her Mrs. O’Day again because for the moment at least, the only thing mattered was what the boy was doing with his belt. There he was unlatching it and then opening it up. There he was opening his jeans and pushing them down and there he was pushing down his underwear and ... oh my God!
“You like it?”
“Y-yeah,” Carol stammered.
“I thought you might,” Marvin said. “You know you can touch it if you want.”
She shouldn’t. She knew that. She shouldn’t touch it and yet there she was wrapping her fingers around his cock.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?”
Carol nodded numbly. It felt great.
“Too bad we have to stop.”
“W-what?”
“Someone’s coming, Mrs. O’Day. We’re going to have to put it away.”
Carol looked up and sure enough, through the windows, she could see Ida Peterson coming up through the parking lot.
“There’ll be time enough to play with this later,” Marvin told her.
Later, Carol told herself. There’ll be time enough for it later.
Marvin barely had time to get his cock put away before the old woman made it to the front of the store. “Good morning, Mrs. Peterson,” Carol chirped as if she didn’t have a care in the world. “Merry Christmas.”
“And Merry Christmas to you, too, dear.”
Carol looked at Marvin as the old lady sauntered on past and she couldn’t help but feel chagrined at what had almost happened. Sure he’d managed to get his cock put away just in time but they’d almost been caught.
“That was close,” Marvin said.
“Yeah, too close.”
“Then again. Not maybe close enough.”
What the hell was that supposed to mean and Carol knew. She wanted him to get closer to her.
Mrs. Peterson came back to the register with a small basket in hand. “I can’t believe I forgot these,” she said. “Dinner tonight would have been ruined if I didn’t have my homemade pumpkin pie.”
“I’m glad we could help then,” Carol told her.
Marvin was looking at her after Mrs. Peterson was gone. “Take off your panties,” he said.
“W-what?”
“You heard me. Take off your panties.”
What the hell was he asking her to do. He couldn’t be thinking of wanting to fuck her right here in the store could he and yet the thought of him maybe doing exactly that was enough to make Carol’s heart race so she reached up under her skirt and she slid her panties down.
“That’s a good girl. Now give them to me.”
Carol’s teeth were chattering just a bit as she did exactly that. She couldn’t wait to see what Marvin was going to do next.
Whatever that might have been was not to be because at that moment, another customer was coming up to the store and Marvin quickly shoved her panties in his pocket.
And it wasn’t just one customer. More were coming and for the moment at least, it looked as if the two if them weren’t going to have any more time alone. Marvin seemed to realize that, too, because after a few minutes, he left to go take care of other things but when he left, he took her panties with him. Fuck, her pussy was wet, Carol thought and it was only getting wetter as she stood there without any panties on and tried to act as if nothing were wrong.
From time to time, Carol would see Marvin as he went about his business and every time she did she couldn’t help but remember that she still wasn’t wearing any panties but for his part, he didn’t seem to give her any more attention than one might normally expect.
It wasn’t until the end of her shift when she finally had some time alone with him again. She’d gone to the break room in the back to clock out and suddenly, there he was, sitting at the lone table in the room. “Can I have my panties back?” she tried to demand.
He stood up and he just looked at her. “I think you need to show me your pussy first.”
“W-what?”
“You heard me. Hike that skirt up and show me your pussy.”
Carol stared at him for a moment longer but she already knew what she was going to do. She hiked her skirt up to give him a peek at her pussy.
“Higher.”
Carol pulled her skirt a little higher.
“I said higher. Get that skirt up there around your waist.”
Carol pulled her skirt higher just as she’d been told to do.
“You’ve got a shaved pussy,” Marvin observed. “I like that. Now bend over that table.”
Again, Carol did as she was told to do. She bent over the table just like she’d been told to do.
“Keep looking straight ahead,” Marvin directed her. “There’s nothing for you to see back here.”
Again, Carol did as she was told to do and that’s when she felt Marvin’s hand on her bottom. Fuck, that was hot but as hot as she thought that was, that was nothing compared to the feel of his cock as it entered her pussy. “Oh fuck,” she groaned.
“You like that, do you?”
“Yes-s.”
“Good. I like it, too.”
“Oh, oh,” Carol moaned. “Oh geez. Fuck me. Fuck me.”
Marvin could have kept doing what he was doing and just when it seemed as if that was exactly what he was going to do, he pulled out of Carol’s pussy.
“No,” she wailed. “Don’t stop.”
“Don’t worry, Mrs. O’Day. I think I have something you’re going to like even more.”
Carol might have asked what that was except that before she could ask it, she felt Marvin pushing his cock between her cheeks and she couldn’t help but moan even more energetically. “Fuck me,” she moaned. “Fuck me. Fuck me in the ass.”
There was no question that Marvin was doing exactly that.
Instinctively, Carol knew that anyone might come into the break room at any time and yet she knew it just didn’t matter. She finally had what she’d been hoping to get. She finally had a big, Black cock in her tight, White ass and it felt even better than she’d ever thought it would feel. “Fuck me,” she moaned again. “Fuck me.”
“Oh fuck,” the boy groaned.
Wait a minute. Why was he stopping, Carol thought to herself but in the next instant, she knew. She could feel the swell of his cock inside her. He wasn’t stopping. He was cumming inside her ass and Carol couldn’t help but love it.
“Oh fuck,” the boy groaned as his cock finally pulled free from her.
Carol couldn’t help but shiver as she felt Marvin’s cock slide back from her cheeks. Fuck, his cock still felt big and it felt wet, too.
“Damn, you were good,” the boy was telling her.
“Can I have my panties back?” Carol asked.
“Now why would you want those back?”
Maybe because she had his cum in her ass, she wanted to say. Maybe because as tight as her ass still was, she was afraid that she was going to be dripping his cum when she walked. Maybe that was why she’d want her panties back but she knew instinctively that Marvin didn’t care about that. He wanted to keep her panties and that was all Carol had to know. “Never mind,” she said.
“You sure?”
He was teasing her but Carol wasn’t about to take the bait. “No, it’s fine,” she said. “I like it this way.”
Marvin just laughed at that and he gave her ass a playful smack. “I like it this way, too,” he said. “I think we should do it again sometime but for now,” and here he stepped around Carol’s body so that his cock was right there in front of her, “why don’t you give this a kiss before I put it away.”
Carol did just what she was told to do and then she watched as Marvin pulled up his underwear and his jeans.
“You better get going,” he said playfully. “You wouldn’t want just anyone to come in here and catch you like that. They might think that you liked getting fucked in the ass.”
She did like getting fucked in the ass, Carol told herself, but the boy was right. She didn’t want just anyone to catch her like this so she pushed her skirt down and she gingerly made her way out to her car.
Perhaps she should have felt embarrassed, Carol told herself but it was hard to feel embarrassed when your pussy was so full of cum and when you’d just gotten what you’d been hoping to get for oh so long now.
Perhaps she might have been more embarrassed if she’d known that she was being watched but there was no way she could have known that she was being watched by the man in red.
The next morning when she awoke, Carol still wasn’t embarrassed by what she’d done the day before. Amazed, yes, but embarrassed, no, and horny, oh yeah, she was definitely horny. She still couldn’t believe that it had actually happened. She’d always heard how big Black men were but she’d always kind of wondered if maybe that wasn’t just some kind of urban myth or something so to finally find out that it really was true and then to have that big, Black cock thrust deep inside her booty to boot, well damn, it just didn’t get any better than that and to think that it had happened on Christmas Day. Somehow, that just seemed to add to the magic of it.
She was really looking forward to going to work. She was really looking forward to seeing Marvin again.
But when she got to work, she found that Marvin wasn’t there. Apparently, it was Marvin’s day off. She hadn’t known that.
It was silly of her, Carol tried to tell herself. What had she thought was going to happen? Did she really think she was going to get Marvin to fuck her again in the break room? That might have worked the day before when there was no one there in the store but now that the holiday had passed, the store was back on its normal operating hours and that meant she just couldn’t do that.
But that didn’t mean she didn’t want it and her pussy was nice and wet to prove it.
By the end of the day, Carol was so keyed up with sexual frustration that all she wanted to do was go home and shove a dildo up inside her pussy. It wasn’t as good as the big Black cock that she’d had the day before but as horny as she was, it would do.
The funny thing was that as much as she’d intended to go right home, that wasn’t what she’d done at all. For some reason that she couldn’t seem to explain at all, she’d driven off in a completely different direction and now she had no idea where she was. What she did know was that the neighborhood in which she now found herself looked rather seedy and the more she drove, the more lost she seemed to be.
She was going to have to pull over and ask directions so she pulled into a gas station and as she stepped out of her car, she noticed them. Black men. One pumping gas into a car. Another riding shotgun. Another hanging out at the entrance to the store and as soon as she stepped out of her car, they were all looking at her and Carol couldn’t help but tremble. If she hadn’t needed to get fucked before, she certainly needed it now.
And now, they were coming up around her, crowding her, making it hard to breathe. “Hey, Baby,” said one of the men. “You lost?”
Carol nodded tremblingly.
“Maybe she’s just looking for a good time. We could show you a good time. You want a good time?”
This was so wrong, Carol thought, and yet it seemed right.
Another of the men moved in closer and then he was sliding a hand around Carol’s waist. “What about it?” he asked. “You looking for a good time?”
Carol might have said yes except that before she could, the gas station attendant came roaring out of the store. “Hey, you guys, what do you think you’re doing. You get away from that girl.”
“We were just having some fun with her,” said one of the men.
“Yeah,” said another. “We were just having some fun. We didn’t mean no harm.”
“I know what you boys meant,” the attendant said. “You just stay away from her,” and then he turned to Carol, “I think you’d better come with me.”
Carol nodded and as the other men made way for her, she followed the shopkeeper into his shop.
Like the other men, the shopkeeper was a Black but unlike the others, he was older and he was bald. “I got to apologize for them boys,” he said. “They were just trying to have some fun with you but I know they can be a bit intimidating but they didn’t mean no harm by it.”
“I understand,” Carol said.
“What the hell are you doing down here?”
“Huh?”
“It’s clear just from looking at you that you don’t belong around here so what the hell were you doing down here?”
“I, uh, I got lost. That’s why I pulled in here. I was looking for directions.”
“Directions, huh.” The clerk couldn’t help but notice the way Carol was now looking at him. “Is that really what you came here for?”
Carol nodded. It was what she’d come here for. That much at least was true but now that she was here, now that was she was with this man, it didn’t matter that he was considerably older than her but now that she was here with him, she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like if she had his cock inside her wiling pussy.
The clerk continued to take notice of the way Carol was looking at him. “I think I might have some directions for you, but you have to know I have special needs.”
“Special needs?”
“I like to tie girls up. You up for that?”
He couldn’t possibly be serious, Carol thought and yet if he was ... if he really meant what he was saying ... did he really mean he wanted to tie her up?
“Are you up for that?” he asked again.
Carol couldn’t help but tremble as she nodded her assent. She’d always wondered what it would be like to be totally under a guy’s control and to not have anything that she could do or say about it.
The man was looking at her and he seemed to come to a decision. “Wait here,” he said and Carol watched as he went about the process of shutting down the gas station with the final act being flipping the open sign to closed. “Follow me,” he said.
Carol followed the man into the bay where the cars were serviced. There weren’t any cars there at that moment but the tools were all there and it had the smell of engine and oil.
“Take off your clothes,” he ordered her.
Again, Carol did as she’d been told to do.
The man picked up a rag. “Open your mouth,” he said.
Carol had little doubt about what he wanted to do with that and with her last bit of defiance, she shook her head.
“Don’t worry, it’s clean.”
Carol didn’t care if it was clean or not. She didn’t want that rag stuffed in her mouth so she shook her head again.
“I’m not going to tell you again,” he said. “Open your damned mouth.”
The funny thing was that despite what he was telling her to do, there wasn’t really any menace in his voice. He was just telling her what he wanted her to do and there was just the expectation that she was going to do what she was told to do and maybe, Carol thought, maybe that was why she opened her mouth.
He stuffed the rag in her mouth. “There you go,” he said. “Now if you feel like screaming, there won’t be anyone out there who will hear you.”
Fuck! What the hell had she just gotten herself into and yet Carol knew she’d already come too far to turn back now.
“Let’s see those hands.”
Carol offered up her heads and moments later, the man was using a heavy, thick chain to bind her wrists together.
“Come over here,” he said.
As if she had any choice, Carol thought as he dragged her over to the lift that was used to lift up the cars but almost at the same time, she knew she did really have a choice. She could have resisted if she’d wanted to but she just didn’t want to.
He raised the lift a bit and then he hooked the chain on it and he took the lift higher and higher. Carol’s hands were now over her head and still her arms were being taken higher and higher.
He stopped with her arms fully stretched out. “Can you feel that?” he asked. “How’s it feel to be strung up like a piece of meat? Then maybe you’d like to go a little higher.”
With a touch of the controls, the lift took Carol higher. If she stood on her tippy toes, she could still touch the ground but only just barely.
“Maybe you’d like to go higher.”
Once again, he used the controls and now finally Carol was pulled off of the ground altogether. Now she really did feel like she was just a piece of meat.
“I gotta say you do look cute up there. It kind of makes me want to do this.”
Carol watched as the old man she’d his clothes. His jacket first. Then his shirt and his undershirt. His shoes and his jeans and then finally ...
Holy fuck! First Marvin and then this guy. Did all Black men look like that. Fuck, if she hadn’t been wet before, she would have been wet now. Fuck!
The man just grinned at her. I think someone likes what she sees but maybe we should find out.
He came over to her and Carol could feel his hands on her legs but then he was sliding a hand up the insides of her thighs and Carol couldn’t help but moan in anticipation and then there he was, his meaty fingers toying with her pussy.
“Oh yeah. Someone’s definitely excited,” he said. “What do you say? Would you like to get a cock in that pussy?”
With the gag in her mouth, the best Carol could do was a whimpering moan but that was enough for the man. He just laughed at that. “I think we’ll take that as a yes.”
The man went over to the controls and now she was coming down again. Once more her toes could touch the floor and then once again she was on her feet and now finally, there was once more some slack in her restraints.
“It’s time we got those feet apart, don’t you think?”
Carol looked at him questioningly but he didn’t bother to answer. Instead he brought a three foot long steel bar over. He fastened one end to one of Carol’s ankles and he fastened the other end to Carol’s other ankle.
“There now. That’s better, don’t you think.”
Carol couldn’t help but agree with that. Her wrists were still bound and strung up above her but her cunt was just so wet and open and just waiting to be fucked. There’d been times when she’d thought about what this would be like. What would it be like if she was tied and bound? What would it be like if she were completely under a man’s control with no way to do anything except let him do whatever he wanted to her. What would THAT be like?
And then in the next instant, she felt it. She felt the cock shoving its way into her from behind and she couldn’t help but grunt with pleasure.
“I told you you were going to like this.”
Carol couldn’t help but groan with pleasures her body continued to surrender to her vaginal invader.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” the man cried out.
Carol would have told him that that was what she wanted too but with the gag in her mouth the best she could manage was one last lusty moan.
“Fuck,” the man groaned and even as he did, Carol could feel the swell of his cock buried deep inside of her hungry pussy as it filled her with his cum.
In the aftermath of what they’d done, the man seemed reluctant to pull out but Carol could feel his dick losing its hardness and finally he did pull out. “I suppose I should let you go,” he said. “I don’t really want to let you go. There’s a part of me that wants to keep you here but I suppose I should let you go.”
Carol nodded. She wasn’t even sure if she wanted the man to let her go but if that’s what he wanted, she wasn’t going to argue with him.
“So what’d you say you came here for again?” the man asked Carol after they’d gotten themselves dressed again
“I, um, I came here for directions.”
“Directions, huh? Just where was it you were wanting to go?”
When Carol told him, the man just laughed. “Lady, I don’t know if you know it or not but you really are lost. You want to get where you’re going, you need to go down Fourth Street here and keep going until you see the freeway and then get on there and that will take you on back.”
“Thanks,” Carol said. “For the directions ... and for everything else.”
“It was my pleasure, Lady. You ever want to do that again, you come back here and I’ll take good care of you, okay?”
Carol couldn’t help but shiver as she acknowledged what he’d told her and she wasn’t sure why. Was it because she was hoping she wouldn’t come back here again ... or was it hoping that she would? She kind of thought she might already know the answer and that was what scared her the most.
On the other hand, at least there was no question about the directions that she’d been given. They’d been perfect and they easily led her back home.
The next morning as she took her shower, Carol couldn’t help but wonder what had gotten into her the day before. Heck, for that matter, she barely knew WHO’D gotten into her. She knew what the man looked like but only now, she realized she didn’t even know the man’s name.
But to let him do that to her. To let him tie her up. How could she have been that reckless?
As the water rained down on her, she stretched out her body and raised her hands over her head and it was only then that she realized that hat was virtually the same position that she’d found herself in just the day before.
How could she have done that?
How could she not have done it?
That last thought just popped into her mind. How could she not have done it? That was crazy but was it really crazy? Hadn’t she liked it when she’d been tied up? Hadn’t she loved it when she’d gotten that cock in her pussy?
Carol groaned to herself as the water poured down on her. She knew what the answer was. The answer was yes.
Carol finally stepped out of the shower and she dried herself off. Okay, so she’d liked being tied up. Okay fine. She’d just have to deal with that.
It was her day off from work and Carol was planning to hit the mall to see what the after Christmas sales looked like. She didn’t expect to buy anything but that didn’t mean much. She’d gone to the malls often enough to know that just because she only meant to look didn’t mean she wouldn’t end up buying something in the end.
As she stepped out of her apartment, she noticed that the door to the apartment across the way was open. It was about time. That place had been empty for long enough so she figured she’d pop on over and say hi to her new neighbor.
She rapped on the open doorway but there was no one in sight. “Hello,” she called out. “Is anyone in here?”
She didn’t hear an answer so she called out again. “Hello?”
“In here,” came a male voice from the back and then the owner of that voice came out. He was Black. Carol hadn’t expected that her new neighbor would be Black. “And who might you be?” he asked.
“I’m, um, I’m C-Carol. I’m your neighbor from across the way.”
The man stuck out a hand. “I’m Glenn,” the man said. “Just moving in but then you can see that, can’t you?”
“Y-yeah,” Carol stammered. Why the heck was she suddenly so tongue tied all of the sudden?
“Well it was really good of you to stop on by. I guess we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other now that we’re neighbors.”
“Yeah.”
“Is there something more I can do for you?”
“W-what?”
“I asked if there was something more I could do for you.”
“Oh, um, no, I’m fine. I just wanted to, um, say hi and to welcome you to the neighborhood, so, um, hi,” and with that, Carol went back to her own apartment as Glenn watched her go.
All thoughts of going to the mall were gone now. She had more important things to do like thinking about her new neighbor and how best she could serve him.
Wait a minute. Serve him? Heck, she’d barely just met him.
Maybe so but now that she’d met him, how could she not want to serve him.
You’ve only just met him, Carol argued with herself.
What the heck did that have to do with anything, she shot back. She’d always wanted to get fucked by Black men and now here was a Black man living right across the hall from her. It was like it was meant to be.
No, it’s not. You’re just being crazy, she told herself.
Without even thinking about what she was doing, Carol let her skirt drop and then she took a seat on her couch and she pushed a hand down inside her panties and she wondered what Glenn’s cock looked like. It was probably wonderful, she thought as her fingers toyed with her clit. It was probably exquisite.
Mmm, what would it be like to have that exquisite cock inside her.
She didn’t have the answer to that but what she did know was that she really wanted to find out.
Oh God, she was getting closer and her fingers just kept pressing harder. She really needed that cock. She needed it bad.
She was panting now. She knew it was inevitable. Just a little bit more and then she gasped as her fingers finally pushed her over the edge. Fuck, that was good and fuck, she really needed that cock.
Across the way, Glenn had no idea the effect that he was having on his neighbor. A couple of his buddies had said they’d come by later and help him move but he was wondering if they’d actually do it. He could probably get the job done by himself. Heck, he was mostly done by himself. It was just the big stuff that he needed help with.
In the end, only one of his buddies had shown up but one was enough and after they’d moved what had needed to be moved and after his buddy had left, Glenn popped open a beer and he flipped on his TV as he prepared to relax.
He took a swig and then he took another. “You can come out now,” he said.
Nothing happened.
Glenn took another swig from his beer and again he said, “You can come out now.”
Still nothing happened.
Glenn took another swig from his beer. “Look,” he said, “if I have to come in there and get you, I’m not going to be very happy so I suggest that you come out now.”
For a moment, it still seemed as if nothing was going to happen but then the door to a closet opened and a very naked Carol stepped out. She’d snuck in and hidden herself when she thought no one was looking.“You knew I was in there?” she asked.
“Of course. It’s important for a master to know what his slaves are doing.”
Slave? She wasn’t a slave, Carol tried to tell herself. Oh sure, she’d always wondered what it would be like to totally submit herself to the whims of another but she wasn’t a slave.
“Come here, Slave.”
It was so liberating, Carol thought. It was odd but it was liberating. To totally surrender yourself to the whims of another hardly would have seemed liberating but to let that other person do all the thinking for you just left you free to exist and to not think at all. Deep down inside, she knew she’d always craved this kind of freedom.
“Kneel, Slave.”
Carol looked down between Glenn’s legs and there was no question where he wanted her to be so Carol knelt between his legs.
“What are you?” Glenn asked.
“I’m your slave,” Carol said demurely.
“Good slave, and who am I?”
“You’re my master.”
“Good slave. You’ve done well so far so let’s see how well you can please me.”
Carol couldn’t help but tremble at her master’s praise if her. “I want to please you,” she gushed.
“I know you do. I never doubted it for an instant but just to see how good you can be, let’s see how good you are at sucking my cock.”
Oh wow, she thought as her fingers went to his pants and then she was taking his zipper down. She could totally do this and she knew she wanted to, too. There was just something so right in letting someone else take control of your life and tell you what to do.
And then she got his cock out.
“What’s the matter?” Glenn asked as Carol seemed taken aback. “Too big for you?”
Carol shook her head as she wrapped her fingers around his meaty member. God, he was big, but that was good because that just meant there was just that more of her master’s cock for her to take and just to show him just how eager she was to do exactly that, so she slid her lips down around her master’s cock and she took him into her mouth.
“Oh yeah,” he master groaned. “Oh yeah, that’s it. You just keep sucking that cock.”
Carol could feel her master’s hands in her hair as she did exactly that. It wasn’t exactly as if he was forcing her down onto his cock and honestly, he didn’t really have to do that because she was more than willing to do that herself. It was more as if Master just needed a place to put his hands and her head just seemed to be the most convenient place.
“Oh fuck,” her master groaned.
Was he going to cum? Carol certainly hoped so because she knew she really wanted to taste her master’s cum.
“Oh fuck,” her master groaned again and now he really was pushing her down onto his cock. “You swallow that,” he said. “You swallow it all.”
Carol might have asked what her master meant by that but really, what was the point. He was filling her mouth with cum so in fact it was rather obvious what he wanted her to swallow and furthermore, she was more than willing to do what was required of her.
“Fuck,” he groaned when Carol finally pulled her mouth free from his cock. “You really are a good, little cocksucker, aren’t you?”
“I try to be.”
“Oh man, I think you do a whole lot more than just try. You can take that from me.”
“Thank you.”
“When you address me, you call me master from now on. Don’t you forget that. You got that?”
Carol nodded numbly.
“Don’t just nod your head at me. I asked you a question. Do you got that?”
“Y-yes,” Carol mumbled and then she remembered how she was supposed to say it. “Yes, Master. I got it,” and as she said it, Carol couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement go through her body. There was just something so right in calling this man Master.
“You understand we’re not done here, not by a long shot, don’t you?”
Carol nodded and then she remembered again how she was supposed to respond. “Yes, Master, I understand.”
“Good, Slave. It’s good to see how well you get with the program but I’ll bet I know what you really want. I’ll bet you want to see the rest of my body, don’t you?”
Carol nodded. “Yes, Master. I want to see the rest of your body.”
“Yes, Master,” he corrected her, “may I ...”
“Yes, Master, may I see—”
“Yes, Master, may I please ...”
“Yes, Master, may I please see the rest of your body?”
“Good, Slave. It’s good to show respect for your superiors.”
Carol couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride at her master’s compliment. “Thank you, Master,” she said. “I’m trying.”
“I know you are but now I think there’s something you wanted to see, wasn’t there.”
“Yes, Master,” Carol said. “Yes, may I please see your body?”
Carol’s master stood in front of her and Carol couldn’t help but notice that her master was already hard again but then of course he was. That’s why he was her master but Carol couldn’t help but wonder how she would next be allowed to please her master.
“Why don’t you take my pants down, Slave.”
“Yes, Master,” and with that, Carol reached up and undid her master’s belt and she pulled his jeans down past his knees.
“Untie my shoes.”
Again, Carol did as she was directed to do.
“Stand up, Slave.”
Carol stood and she couldn’t help but shiver as she stood next to her master.
“Help me off with my shirt, Slave.”
Carol helped her master pull his shirt over his head and as her hands came back down she couldn’t help but run them over her master’s body.
“Why don’t you stroke that for me.”
There wasn’t any doubt at all as to what ‘that’ was. Ever since Carol had brought her hands back down, she’d become so much more aware of her master’s most prominent feature so without a moment of hesitation, she began to stroke her master’s cock.
“Where do you want that?” her master asked.
“Inside me,” Carol murmured and then Carol remembered her place. “Inside me, Master. I’d like that inside me, Master.”
“And what do we say when there’s something we want?”
It took a moment for Carol to remember her place. “Please, Master,” she begged. “Can you please put that inside me?”
“What’s that?” the man said. “I’m not sure I heard you right.”
Carol had a pretty good idea that he’d heard her just fine but then it really wasn’t her place to call him out for something like that. What was her place was to please her master as much as possible. “Please, Master,” she begged as she continued to stroke his cock. “I really want you to fuck me.”
“Oh yeah? And what are you going to do for me?”
“I promise to cum for you really good.”
Carol’s master just chuckled at that. “You do, huh,” he said. “Well, I suppose I could fuck you but only if you promise.”
“Please, Master. I promise.”
“Well all right then. Why don’t you go and sit your ass down on the couch there.”
The fact that he wanted it was all it took to get Carol to comply so moments later, she was sitting on the couch just like he’d told her to do.
“That’s a good, little slave but move that ass of yours out to the edge and lay back a bit. I want you to spread those legs for me and I want to see you play with your pussy for me.”
Again, Carol did exactly what was expected of her.
“Tell me again what you want.”
Carol’s eyes never left her master’s cock as she continued to play with her pussy. Her master’s cock was just so big and hard that it commanded respect and most especially it commanded respect from someone like her. “Please, Master. I really need you to fuck me.”
“What’s that?”
“Please, Master, please. I really need you to fuck me.”
“Do you think I care what you need?”
Carol could feel that she was right there on the edge. She was so close and yet she knew she wasn’t going to be able to cum unless her master fucked her. “Please, Master, please,” she pleaded. “Please fuck your slave.”
“Keep it up, Slave, and I might be willing to give you what you want.”
Carol could see her master moving in between her legs. “Please, Master, please. Please feel free to use your slave’s body for your own pleasure. It doesn’t matter what your slave wants. The only thing that matters is the pleasure using her body will give to you.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” he master said as he moved his cock down.
He was almost there, Carol thought. He was almost inside her. The head of his cock was right there and in the anticipation was killing her. What she needed was ...
“Oh fuck!”
“I take it someone likes this,” her master said with a grin.
“Oh yeah,” Carol moaned as that cock continued to fuck her. She was breathing heavily now. Fuck, that cock was so big or maybe it was just that her pussy was so small. Either way .. oh wow.
“I’m going to cum,” her master announced. “Do you want my cum inside you?”
“I want you to give it to me whatever way you want to, Master.”
“Good answer, Slave. All right then. Here it comes.”
He was fucking her hard and then he buried himself inside her cunt and in that instant, Carol could feel it, the swell of his cock and the surge of his cum. It felt so good to have her master cum inside her.
In another place, the man in red nodded to himself. He was happy that Carol was finally happy.