Who was the King - Copied

[hirarandi]

Cheryl's eyes were about to pop, listening to this innocent and wholesome looking, blonde student describe a prostitution encounter as if it were second nature. 


"Did you make him wear a condom?" Lateesha asked sneeringly. 

Jennifer stammered a bit, "We started with a condom on. He said it was choking his big thick black cock and that it was cutting off circulation as they don't make condoms big enough for him. He said he wouldn't be able to cum, and therefore I wouldn't get paid, unless he took the condom off. He promised he would pull out." 

"YOU BELIEVED THAT BULLSHIT????" yelled Lateesha, "Goddamn, I feel like a failure letting you go to Mr. Lucas to begin with," pretending to empathize with Jennifer. The truth was, that now both Mr. Lucas and Jennifer would be added income streams to the ring with an additional child. It was all going according to plan. 

Lateesha turned to what appeared to be a forty-something woman, very well preserved with a stunning body, but some wrinkles around the eyes. She had quite the hourglass figure with a narrow waist, nice breasts and a round bottom and hips. "Now Mrs. White," started Lateesha, "what happened with you?" 

Cheryl put her coffee down before she spilled it and hurt herself. "Mrs. White?" she thought, "Is that the principal's wife?" 

"Lateesha," started Mrs. White, "I followed the protocol for the most part. I did blow Tyrell, twice to be exact." 

"The most part?" asked Lateesha again in a scolding and commanding voice. 

Mrs. White looked down defeatedly, "He told me to let him start without the condom to help him get hard, as he had just had two orgasms." 

"Tyrell is a goddamn teenager Mrs. White!!" screamed Lateesha again, "Do you really think it takes more than just your luscious white tits and big white round ass to get him hard????" 

"It's my fault," sobbed Mrs. White, "he told me he was going to cum and asked me if I wanted him to pull out. I was almost at my orgasm!! His big thick black cock felt sooooo good. If you can believe this, his cock got thicker and harder before he came, and his cock spurted so many times and I just seemed to cum more and more with each spurt that was filling me!! Please forgive me!" 

Lateesha didn't scream this time, but merely asked, "Does Mr. White know? Are there going to be any issues with us here at the college since, well, you know, his position and all?" 

Mrs. White gathered herself and sat up more straightly and answered, "Yes," she started meekly, "he is aware. We knew the risks when this started, and well, I had to complete this, you know." 

"So it WAS Mr. White the principal's wife!! Oh my GOD!!" thought Cheryl, "This is just too strange!!" 

Cheryl sat in the room in a daze as one story after another story of thick black cocks, orgasms, pregnancies, and loads and loads of cum was told. She couldn't help but think how lacking her own sex life had been but was totally shocked at the openness and detail which was shared. I guess this is why Mr. White wanted a professional here, to keep oversight with the professional knowledge of confidentiality. 

The last person shared and the women and girls filed out quickly. Lateesha and Jamaya motioned for Cheryl to wait after the meeting, which she did. They awaited the other women to all leave before Lateesha took Jamaya aside for a moment, while Cheryl waited, they gave each other a hug, and Jamaya left. Lateesha looked at Cheryl and said quickly, "I just have to grab something from the closet, I will be back in a moment." 

Suddenly, the lights went out in the room, but only for a moment. Soon after, there were spotlights shining directly on Cheryl and she could feel the heat and intensity of the bulbs shining down on her chair in the center of the room. Just then, a glittering disco ball spun from the ceiling sending flashes of glittering light around the room and music started playing... 

Ooh 

You can dance 

You can jive 

Having the time of your life 

Ooh, see that girl 

Watch that scene 

Dig in the dancing queen 

Suddenly, all the new side lights, as well as the music, that was just on turned off and the regular overhead lights turned on. Lateesha walked back inside and said, "I'm sorry Mrs. Thomson, this is the backup rehearsal college stage and for some reason, the timer must have started the music." 

Meanwhile, in Claude Johnston's office, he was viewing the film. "With the disco lighting and the blue lights that were shining during the main light turn off, and the infrared blue screen behind Mrs. Thomson, we can have some fun now." Claude Johnston put on magnifying glasses and went to work on dubbing and editing the film that was just shot. 

Lateesha looked pleadingly at Cheryl, "Please Mrs. Thomson," she begged, "can you consider this?" 

Cheryl didn't know whether to be disgusted, shocked, embarrassed, or ashamed. Lateesha had just asked her to work for her. "Have I made the right decision moving to Potoxy, Georgia?" 

"Let me get this straight," started Cheryl, "you want me to be a prostitute for you?" she inquired in a skeptical, doubting, and almost disgusted voice. 

Lateesha knew how to play this. Cheryl's ego was getting in the way. It was time to change tactics. 

"Mrs. Thomson," began Lateesha, "you are too important to our community for me ever to have you degrade yourself in any way." 

Cheryl already began to feel at ease with these kind words coming from Lateesha's mouth. 

"The program is not designed to be sexual in any way," explained Lateesha further, "but the program was designed to create interactions between black males and white females who might, in other circumstances, ever have any contact with one another." Lateesha tried to think of a soft fluffy suburban or normal city program and quickly added, "Think of it like Big Brother or Big Sister programs to help the less advantaged people. To help them make better life choices. I'm sorry you saw me so angry today because the program is not designed for sex." 

While Cheryl liked what she was hearing, the descriptions and stories she heard in the meeting were totally different. She looked doubtfully at Lateesha and asked, "Why was it then, that all the ladies in the program were pregnant?" 

Lateesha quickly answered, "Mrs. Thomson, we have hundreds of ladies in this program. What you saw today were those who, shall we say, 'messed up'. Please don't think the whole program is such filth." 

Those words helped Cheryl's idea of the program, but she still had doubts. "What would I do?" she asked. 

"Well," explained Lateesha, "you would be an escort, so to speak, but only on the terms that you set up. There is never expectation of sex and I could set your profile up as green, meaning you are happily married with children and off limits for anything extracurricular. Of course, green is also the lowest income stream, at first, but can be potentially very lucrative." 

An omission Lateesha did not mention to Cheryl included the fact that most black men within 200 miles of Potoxy would travel to make their attempts to defile a profile rated green. So, while it wasn't lucrative for Cheryl, it was quite lucrative for Lateesha and Claude Johnston. 

"I'm not sure Lateesha," explained Cheryl. 

Just then, Lateesha's phone rang, she stepped away, but Cheryl could hear Lateesha's end of the conversation... "Hello," ... "Yes, she's here," ... "The ceremonial pipe? No, not here, but I have something that might substitute," ... "Yes, it does," ... "I agree, let me ask her," 

"Mrs. Thomson," began Lateesha, "the ceremony that you practiced the other day with the boys, would you be open to work on that? The administration is very happy you might be our savior to ensure that program happens." 

Cheryl had almost tried to sneak and rush out the door when she heard about the ceremonial pipe. She was still feeling some of the aftereffects, she thought, regarding that practice. 

"Ummmmm..." stammered Cheryl, "are the boys coming?" 

"Oh no," laughed Lateesha, "you and I will just practice this." 

"The pipe?" asked Cheryl nervously, worried about the long thick pipe in her mouth and throat. 

"A pipe," explained Lateesha, "but nowhere near as large as the actual ceremonial pipe," she said comfortingly. 

Cheryl agreed begrudgingly. She followed the instructions to sit in her chair and pull it up to the curtains at the middle where the curtains met. She was told to reach behind her and grip the back of the chair while leaning forward into the curtain opening. 

Just then, the black pipe with the mushroom head extended from the curtain opening. Cheryl heard Lateesha's voice say, "I have the pipe strapped to me Mrs. Thomson, is it ok to practice the next level of the ceremony?" 

"But," stammered Cheryl, "I don't have the script, nor a background..." 

Lateesha wore the current 8-inch long and 3-inch diameter pipe on a belt which positioned it like a strap-on dildo with which to fuck Cheryl's mouth. Lateesha ran her fingers through Cheryl's hair as she approached her and let her hands go to the back of Cheryl's head and began to pull her head forward to the pipe. 

Cheryl, feeling Lateesha pulling her head toward the pipe, allowed her head and face to be guided to the mushroom shaped end of the pipe. As her lips and tongue touched the pipe, she noticed a thin layer of what seemed like the coffee cream coating the pipe. A sense of calm came over her. 

Cheryl noticed the spotlights all came on. Lateesha whispered, "Close your eyes, feel the moment," and Cheryl closed her eyes, relaxed, and while consciously she knew her mouth would never stretch around something so large and thick, she felt the pipe consistently sliding out of her mouth just a fraction of an inch, and then sliding back in a bit further than it was in previously. 

Cheryl didn't know how long this had been going. Her head hurt, her jaw hurt, her throat felt full. The movements had changed. No longer was the pipe being slightly pulled out and edged just a bit further in. Now the pipe was being pumped in and out of Cheryl's mouth almost to completion on every stroke. 

Lateesha turned on the spray hose connected on one end to a vat of cum and the other side connected to the back of the pipe. Lateesha asked, "Are you ready?" 

Cheryl began to answer, "Ready for...," *ack* *cough* *sputter* gagged Cheryl as the cum shot into her mouth. It caught her by surprise and she coughed, hacked, and also swallowed as hard as she could to keep up with the flow. 

Lateesha waited a moment before turning off the flow and then she looked at Cheryl, still coughing. Cheryl looked up dazedly and defeatedly, cum dripping from her chin, dripping out her nostrils as the surprise shot into the back of her throat ended up coming out her nose, as well as all over the front of her clothing. 

Lateesha quickly apologized, "I'm so sorry Mrs. Thomson," she explained, "I didn't know how fast the flow would go," she lied. 

The aftereffects of the cum were not as powerful this time, but still had an effect on Cheryl. She was staring off into space as Lateesha spoke to her. In fact, she looked up at Lateesha, who had apparently been speaking on the phone for a few minutes, and then said, "Let me ask her," and she turned to Cheryl and explained, "I have an emergency. I had a cancellation of an escort tonight. It is for an eighteen-year-old boy. Totally innocent." 

Cheryl immediately thought, "No way," then she thought, "I can't," after which she thought, "what harm would it do?" after which she thought, "I need to call Rob and see what he is doing." 

Cheryl picked up her phone, and saw there was a voicemail message. "Hi honey, it is me Rob. One of my top investors wants me to go to Alabama to research a new project. She's flying me over on her private jet. I should be back tomorrow or the next day. Don't wait up for me." 

"Already Rob is a workaholic and never around in our new home. This is so frustrating," thought Cheryl, "I know, I will be an innocent escort tonight. No hanky-panky, but at least I will get out of the house." 

"What would I have to do Lateesha?" asked Cheryl. 

Lateesha was pleasantly surprised at how quickly things had turned for the better. She figured Claude flying Cheryl's husband Rob out of town for a few days might help things along, and she was right. 

"Just be yourself," answered Lateesha, "oh, and one more thing, this is sensitive and may be more than you've bargained for," Lateesha figured she may as well go for the gusto since Rob was out of town and Cheryl was stoned on Claude Johnston's cum, alone, and lonely. 

"I'm n-ooooo—t gooooo—ing to hhh-aave ssssss-ex," stuttered Cheryl, completely out of her wits. 

"Of course not," reassured Lateesha, "but he is a virgin and may want to masturbate in front of you. You are a very sexy woman, but I told him that was the limit of anything you would do and he agreed." 

Cheryl thought about her teenage days with Rob when they were in college together. He would take out his penis on their dates and at first, she wouldn't do anything with it, but then she would rub it until he came. She remembered how her fingers wrapped all the way around it and when she stroked it, her hand covered the entire shaft. She tried to think of his size now, and figured, maybe three, maybe four or possibly five inches at most. 

Cheryl hesitated for a short while, but then she looked at Lateesha and said, "I-I-I h-h-ave not-t-thing better to do. Do I at least g-g-get d-d-dinner?" 

Lateesha knew she had hit the jackpot. "You will most definitely be fed, yes Mrs. Thomson," said a smiling Lateesha. Lateesha then pulled Cheryl aside and guided her to the costume wardrobe. She started handing her items to try on, as Cheryl's clothes were stained. Cheryl looked at the clothing being handed to her, even in her dazed state, she knew the stitched clothing was not for her busty build so she went for stretchy fabric. Unfortunately for Cheryl, all of the stretch fabric was two to three sizes too small, which stretched even more and gave more prominence to her tits and ass. Cheryl looked further for a bit of a long loose skirt to pull some of the attention from the stretchy fabric on her ass, but the swell of her hips and chest still looked incredibly sexy. 

Lateesha's phone rang, and Cheryl heard Lateesha say, "We're on our way out now." 

Cheryl felt like a giddy college-girl about to go on her first dress up date. It must be the effect of the stage clothing as well as the "cream" she had earlier. Cheryl was very excited to meet the suitor for the "date" knowing that it was going to be strictly platonic based on her discussions with Lateesha. 

As they exited the stage room near Claude Johnston's office, the only person in the vicinity was a youngish-looking African-American, only about 5'2 inches tall, with a disgustingly fat body shape almost like Jabba the Hut. She looked at Lateesha, who only sighed, and reminded Cheryl it was just a quick platonic date. 

The eighteen-year old boy walked towards Cheryl and reached out his pudgy little hand and said, "Hello, my name is Samuel Thompson." 

Cheryl laughed at the similarity of names, as well as the politeness of this young man, and said, "Why hello my gentleman, I'm Cheryl Thomson, without the 'p' in the name." 

Samuel put out his elbow as if to guide Cheryl and she looped her arm into it and they headed towards a limousine parked in the college parking lot. Cheryl looked at Samuel surprisingly and grinned, "A limousine? Wow! Very impressive Mr. Thompson," she said, accentuating the 'p' in Thompson, and while she was thus far disgusted with the looks of Samuel Thompson, he was being polite and had gone to a lot of effort for their platonic date tonight. 

Samuel opened the door for Cheryl and followed her into the large back seating area of the limo. There was a bar, a small television, a camera to video tape and the window controls. The driver turned and asked, "Where to?" to which Samuel answered, "The Ritz restaurant in Atlanta." 

Cheryl was again impressed, The Ritz-Carton was an extremely expensive and exclusive hotel and restaurant. The Samuel was going to a lot of effort to impress. She also knew that Atlanta was about a two-hour drive at least, and with traffic could be more. 

Samuel spoke, "You may wonder why I am spending so much. Well, I have little time left. The doctors give me, well, maybe a year, maybe less. I have a pituitary gland issue which causes my deformed body shape and well, I was just hoping to spend my eighteenth birthday with a gorgeous woman, and man, Mrs. Cheryl, are you gorgeous!!" 

Cheryl was embarrassed, and confused, and ashamed. She had judged this young man based on appearance, and here he was with a terminal illness. "How could I have been so cold and callous? And to think, I almost cancelled when I saw him in Potoxy also. I'm such a terrible person." 

Samuel looked at Cheryl's eyes, seeing her inner turmoil and shame for her prejudging of his appearance. He had to work hard not to smile. "This terminal illness trick gets them every time" thought Samuel. He knew he could now proceed to step two, as the drive to Atlanta was a long one. "Ummm... Ms. Cheryl?" said Samuel inquiringly, "could I ask you a favor?" he asked almost ashamedly and apologetically. 

Cheryl thought she should correct Samuel to Mrs., but decided against it. She almost expected what he was going to ask based on Lateesha's conversation with her, and she decided to move forward by replying, "Yes, Samuel, what would you like to ask?" 

"Miss Cheryl," started Samuel, "I am now eighteen years old, and I may die soon, and I have never had an orgasm (he quickly thought, 'in the last 24 hours', to maintain honesty.) I am hoping, or rather, I am praying, that you can help me." 

Cheryl looked stunned and saddened at Samuel, asking, "What do you mean? Have you never masturbated? Never fooled around with anyone?" She was also a bit confused as he started with Missus, and the went to Ms. and now is saying Miss. 

Samuel began to form tears at his eyes (a trick he had learned), and he explained (in an exaggerated story), "These short stubby arms cannot reach my cock properly, and these fingers also cannot do a proper massage to bring me to orgasm. And, look at me, no one would do it actually, until now, when I'm eighteen and can pay for it." 

"Samuel," began Cheryl, "I'm married. I was told this was to be just a platonic date, and that you might want to masturbate for me, but not that I would do anything sexual. I'm sorry," she trailed off sadly, thinking "Damn you Lateesha, how could you put me in this situation? This young man has a dying wish, and I feel terrible not being able to help him." 

Samuel sighed sadly, and just sat there looking out the window for awhile. He knew he had to play this slow enough that it didn't seem staged. After about ten minutes of silence, Samuel asked, timidly, "Miss Cheryl, would you be able to help me get my pants open and take my pee-pee out?" He also used the term pee-pee instead of cock this time, because she would now be expecting a tiny child penis like his small size rather than the twelve inches of thick cock he possessed. He felt blessed that his cock was almost one-fourth of his body size. 

Cheryl could not deny this young man in need. She crawled over to his lap, and reached to his large belly, and began undoing the snap at the front of his pants, and lowering his zipper. She could see he didn't have on any underwear and felt his pubic hair as she continued with the zipper and asked him to lift his hips so she could slide his pants downward.