Misc. Erotica The Temptations of Dee. (Interracial Love Story)...(Completed)

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"The Temptations of Dee"
(Interracial love story for the BBC lovers)

By: crimfolk

(crimfolk is a UK based renowned erotic Interracial Story teller. His all creations are on Interracial Sex encounters. The Temptation of Dee is his latest creation. The entire set up the story is of overseas narration.)

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Index....

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A White college Teacher Glimpses Another World......

In Court

"In summation I state that the Court finds in favour of the defendant against the plaintiff. It is clear that zoning regulations in this case are purely the responsibility of the city authorities and of no other layer of the governmental structure."

A small man in a suit stood up. "Your honour, I request a right to appeal?"

"You have no case, Mr Weissman. You represented your clients with great skill but you have no case. In order to save the taxpayer some money I can see no merit in allowing an appeal."

"But..."

"That is ENOUGH, Mr Weissman. I realise it is normally a formality but this court absolutely has the right to deny an appeal in a litigation such as this. You do not deny that?"
"No but..."

THUMP.

The judge's gavel fell and he heaved himself onto his feet as the perspiration showed on his broad dark face. Matthew Wood had delivered his judgement and that was all there was to it.

Weissman slumped back into his seat. He could remember the days when he could count his court defeats in a year on one hand. Now he only had to see Jessica Lyons on the other side of the court-house and he pretty much knew he was fucked! Seemed it was true that she was pregnant, well roll on her maternity leave. Then he just might be able to win a damned case!

***

Jessica gathered her papers and prepared to leave when she heard her name being called. When she turned it was to face a woman who looked in her late thirties and who was approaching her with a broad smile. She was perplexed for a moment and then recognition came and her face lit up. "Oh my God - it can't be!"

The two women embraced. "It's been way too long," said the new arrival, "but I just don't get out here any more. When the family decided to come over on vacation and David wanted to take them to a ball-game then I just had to see if I could look you up."

Jessica grinned - she remembered that her teacher had never been a fan of sports. "What do I call you - it seems silly to say Mrs..."

"You call me Dee, of course! Do you know how proud I am of you - I always knew that you would be a credit to all of us. Just seeing you up there today - winning your case so easily."

Jess made a dismissive gesture. "It really wasn't a difficult case..."

"Don't listen to her," the words came from the dark-skinned African-American man seated next to Jessica, her client in the recent hearing. "State's been trying to close me down for years and this time they were sure they'd got me. Didn't reckon on me having the best lawyer in the three state district did they." Dee's eyes widened a little as the man's large Black hand patted Jessica's bottom with an easy gesture.

Jessica just smiled. "This is Cassius - one of our best-known local businessmen."

"Scuse my manners," said Cassius as he finally stood up and offered Dee his hand. "I wasn't brought up what you'd call proper!" He showed a flash of white teeth in his dark face. "I'm delighted to meet any of Jessica's crew tho, especially when they a fine chassy like you."

Dee didn't quite understand that but she did grasp that it was a compliment. A fine rosy glow suffused her cheeks. She was a respectable wife and mother of three. Strange men hadn't complimented her like that for years! It also wasn't helping that Cassius seemed to have scanned her figure as he spoke. Men just didn't look at her like that any more. Heck, even her husband hadn't shown her that sort of attention in as long as she could remember.

Jessica stood and Dee again noticed her baby-bump. She remembered hearing that Jess had married that local boy - the one who was in politics now. But it seemed strange that she was back to using her maiden name especially with a young one on the way.

"I think Cassius, that you owe me a favour."

"That I do - but I'd like to owe you two. You know you've promised to come to my club."

Jess gestured to her midriff. "I don't think I'll be dancing for a while do you."

Cassius smiled that confident smile of his again. "Fuck, baby, I'd love to see you there in about five months. Crowd will go wild once they hear the story." He took her hand in his. "Besides, ain't nothing more beautiful than a woman like you who's showing the potency of her men."

Jess giggled and turned to Dee. "Cassius is also a local character and a bit of a scoundrel. He doesn't respect proprieties too well, it sort of goes with his business."

Dee was a bit taken aback. There was some argot and a little profanity but she was pretty sure she'd understood him rightly. It amazed her that he was saying such things and young Jessica just seemed to be amused by it. She caught herself - 'young Jessica' was thirty and could most certainly look after herself.

She glanced back to Cassius only to catch him pretty obviously checking out her rear end. He noticed her and just smiled his confident smile. "Scuse me but when I see something I like I always make a point of enjoying it to the full. Thass always been my way - when I see something I want I reach out and take it. I make it mine and enjoy it to the full." He reached out and took hold of Dee's hand running his thumb over her skin. She was frozen like a statue her mind unable to take this all in - it just couldn't be happening. "Unless, of course, my hand gets slapped away." He pointedly looked down to where his big Black hand still held her smaller white one. The symbolism was obvious.

Cassius raised her hand to his lips and kissed it. "You didn't slap me away, Dee. I'm going to leave you two to catch up now but I'm going to expect you on your next visit to make sure to come and see me at my club. Just to visit ... unless you come and dance with Jess of course. Got a lot of customers would love to see that almost as much as I would." He lowered her hand and just for a moment touched it to the front of his pants. It might have been accidental but Dee knew that it wasn't. He had been sending another message because even in that split-second she had felt the big bulge there. He had been hard and he was making sure that she knew he was hard for HER.

The Black man winked at Dee and smiled at Jess and then he was gone.

"Congratulations", said Jessica to her former teacher, "you have just experienced Hurricane Cassius."

Dee said nothing. She just watched him go - walking with a supreme confidence as if the whole world was his and every fruit ripe for his picking.

***

"His clubs have quite a reputation and that reputation is amply deserved," admitted Jessica as they ate lunch, "but believe me there are a lot worse than Cassius over there in H-Town. Anyway, the law was most definitely with him on this occasion. Whatever may go on at his clubs those State politicians are targeting him for racial reasons. I know two clubs just as wild but with largely white clientele and they somehow didn't have a zoning problem."

"But his clubs are, er, 'wild.' You mean they are strip clubs?"

Jess laughed, "I forget you're not from round here. They are a little, er, racier than just strip clubs. Floor shows, full contact lap dancing and private rooms where most anything goes. Still, the law WAS on his side."

Dee understood that lawyers had to represent all clients to the best of their ability. That wasn't what had set her mind racing. She could read between the lines of what Jess was telling her. Cassius' clubs were basically brothels. Which was one thing. Quite a level above that, however, was the fact that Cassius had invited Jess and then her to go and dance there!

It was like nothing Dee had ever encountered. A world that she had only heard of on news reports or in press articles. Now she had been asked, no virtually ordered, to go and dance for an audience of Black customers at a brothel. It was the most shocking thing that had ever happened to her. Well, actually the second most shocking. The most shocking was just how aroused she was by the very idea.

Compare and Contrast

His body was on hers and he was pushing her to the limit. She felt the weight of him and her hands on his arms were feeling the solid muscle there, the masculine power of him. When she breathed she could smell him - his cologne and that warm smell of a man who was applying himself to physical work.

Physical it certainly was. His big cock was in her and finding its way to places that no other lover had ever come close to. She glanced down and saw him as he moved in and out of her body - his dark flesh contrasting with her own fair skin. He was a powerful Black Lord claiming his conquest - another white woman fallen under his spell.

She felt her hand slip from the perspiration on his shoulder. As her hand fell beside her head she saw the glint of her wedding ring. Poor David - he would never be able to match this. A Black hand moved down over hers and obscured the ring from her sight. Her husband vanished from her thoughts and she gasped again at the power of her new lover.

His thrusts were regular and deep and delivered with meaning. He knew he was making her feel as she had never felt before. This man knew his business. This man knew how to take a woman and make her worship him, make her do anything for him. That wave of desire was rolling in again. That warmth that spread through her whole body and being. He was going to get her there.

He seemed to know what it was that she needed. Perhaps men like him, men of experience and power, did know these things. She was only 5'4" and 125-pounds - so small against his hard-muscled body. When he wanted to move her he could just man-handle her but he didn't make it feel that way. It felt so smooth and so natural how he turned himself and she suddenly found herself on top of him. She wanted to slip down and bring their upper bodies together again but he had other ideas. His hands gripped her sides and he began bucking his cock up into her. Hard and fast.

She closed her eyes and opened her mouth. She felt that she needed to scream, to let the whole world know how good he was and how he made her feel. Somehow, however, she couldn't get the scream out. The whirl of sensations and emotions surging through her body and brain left her forever on the brink knowing that one touch would set her off.

Then he grunted and pushed up hard into her once, twice and a third time. As his seed spurted deep into her she howled her surrender to her new master. Her willingness to serve him in all things and to give up everything for him if only he would sometimes help her to feel like this.

She was exhausted by her passion and slumped down. Her mouth found his and his strong tongue pushed into her mouth to dance with her own in the age-old language of love. He broke the kiss and turned her onto her back again. He rose above her - dark and potent and magnificent. His head lowered to her neck and she felt him gently kiss the pink flesh there before applying a stronger pressure.

She knew what he was doing. He was marking her - leaving a love-bite high on her curved white neck where it would be almost impossible for her to hide it. David would see it and David would know. Her heart quailed at the knowledge but then she had an overpowering thought. David had twelve years to make her feel like this and he had failed, failed miserably and worse, she thought, recently he had failed even to try.

That was where her dream had ended on innumerable occasions since that meeting with Jessica and Cassius. She had woken in bed-sheets drenched with perspiration and with a pussy desperate for some skilled attention and had found only David snoring on the other side of the bed. Had she called out for Cassius in her sleep? She didn't know but it was clear David hadn't noticed if she had.

Every other night it had ended there - but not tonight. Tonight her lover raised his head from his ritual of marking her throat. His deep brown eyes, so beautiful to her, locked with her own blue ones. She felt that he was staring into her soul, that he was making sure that he knew every aspect of her.

"Teacher enjoying her lesson?" It was his voice - the voice that had been indelibly recorded in her brain since that one brief meeting. The meeting when he had held her hand and complimented her. Such little things and yet they had made it utterly impossible for her to go back to her old life. He had somehow entered her soul as well as her dreams.

"Yes," such a little word but uttered in a tone that spoke of fear, desire and sexual satisfaction.

"Here's the next part of your lesson - in my culture when a man finds something of the finest quality he isn't selfish." His eyes were still locked on hers and she knew if he stayed there a thousand years she would never be able to blink or look away. "He shares it with his friends and then with his community. You understand - the finest wine, the finest food and, of course, the finest pussy. It's time for me to stop being selfish and for me to share you with my friends. Are you ready for that - are you ready to please me?"

She knew just what he was asking. His friends would also include his clients and his patrons in the clubs. He was going to turn her out - he was going to make her his whore. She had to tell him no and go back to David. She had to tell him no but his eyes and his seed deep in her pussy were demanding that she say, 'Yes'.

She swallowed and opened her mouth to say...

***

Dee woke up in her bed alongside her husband. Yet again he had slept through it all. She turned over and tried to get back to sleep. She had college in the morning.

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White Teacher finds Black men an intoxicating temptation.....

Noticing The Signs


The great advantage of short trips was that you didn't need a huge amount of luggage. Dee had managed to cram it all into the single suitcase that she was wheeling through the Capital's airport. Security cleared and now she just had to find the ride that Jessica had said she would send for her.

Before that last visit it'd been years since she'd been to the Capital. Growing up in the Old Dominion she knew the city well but after she'd taken her first job way down South she'd not really had cause to return. If she came this way it was for family occasions not to then take an excursion. Then they'd decided to bring the children here to see the sights and she'd met her old student Jessica and ... Jessica's friend.

It was ridiculous but things just hadn't been the same since that first visit. For three months she had been having those dreams. When they should have faded with time they just seemed to get more intense and more ... explicit. She never seemed to get an uninterrupted night's sleep - she would wake suddenly with her mind still flooded with those images and her body... Well, let's just say she would awake in the middle of the night in an excited state only to find her husband snoring next to her. That was the problem - not so much the dreams themselves but their aftermath. From excitement and passion she suddenly hit the brick wall of reality.

That had been bad enough but then there had been the work situation. It had to be her tiredness because she had never been one for day-dreaming in class. Especially not those sorts of day-dreams.

She had decided that she had to do something about it. The problem had started in the Capital when she had gone to meet Jess. The problem would be solved if she went back over there and proved to herself that there was nothing for her to get herself so worked up about.

Jess had given her an open invitation to visit and when she had rung her old student she had seemed delighted. Apparently she was finding the latter stages of her pregnancy a considerable limitation and a bore. Having someone fresh to talk to would be a treat for her. David had raised no objection. After all she'd only had lunch with Jessica on her last visit and they had lots to catch up on.

***

Dee looked across the concourse and saw her ride. Oh my goodness - where had Jessica found him! He was the definition of tall, dark and handsome. He stood easily with a small sign in his lowered hand chatting with another African-American who looked like a cabbie.

Her ride did not look like a cabbie. He was wearing a smart tailored suit and he stood just over six-feet tall. He was perhaps in his mid-thirties and it was clear that he kept himself in shape. That suit didn't hide the fact that this was a well-built man. It also didn't hide how handsome he was. His skin was very dark and his features were regular. He was smiling as he talked to the cabbie.

Then he saw her. She knew immediately that he had noticed her. Even at that distance his deep brown eyes seemed to lock onto her blue ones. Then she felt his eyes make a swift but precise scan of her whole body - from the tips of her sensible shoes right up to the top of her head. She saw the tip of his tongue run along the underside of his upper lip. He gave a little nod and an eye-brow twitched.

Dee had seen all that before - but a long time ago. She'd been married for twelve years after all. Back in the day though, when she'd been on the dating scene, she'd seen that look plenty of times. The expression of interest. A man who was ready to move in and try his hand with her - to see if he could claim her.

Dee somehow kept walking towards him but suddenly his eyes left her and he was looking over her shoulder. Since she was 5'4" that wasn't too hard for him. He was looking around the crowd behind her. She felt a little deflated by that but took the last few steps before stopping in front of him.

"Excuse me," she squeaked, finding her throat was somehow very dry. "I'm Dee."

He looked down at her first with an expression of surprise but then seeing who she was he gave her the most beautiful and warm of smiles. "I'm sorry! It's just that Jessica told me you were her teacher in college. I was expecting someone much...older."

'I've got a few years on you, Mister', she thought to herself but she still felt a little warmth in her cheeks. "I thought you hadn't noticed me."

His smile broadened. "Oh, I'd noticed you alright. The day I don't notice a woman like you in a crowd they can take me out the back and shoot me."

She knew she was blushing red to her roots now. It wasn't just what he was saying it was who was saying it. He really was a gorgeous hunk of a man. Smooth with it too. A few years ago she'd have had to have been very careful around a man like this.

He had noticed her reaction but his smile hadn't wavered. Instead he held out a large Black hand. "I hope you didn't take offence Dee, but I like to say it as I see it. My name is James - Jessica sent me to look after you."

She shook hands with him and then, well, then he pretty much took charge. One hand took the bag she'd been wheeling and picked it up as if it weighed nothing. His other arm moved to guide her by crossing behind her back and gently taking her bare arm. She couldn't help looking down and seeing his dark fingers laying on her pale skin. A shiver ran through her - a shiver of desire.

"It is a beautiful sight isn't it?" His deep mellow voice broke in on her thoughts. She looked up at him and saw he was looking at the arching roof of the concourse. She was pretty sure he hadn't been talking about that though.

"Some fuckers have all the luck," muttered the cabby as he saw James go with his arm wrapped around the damn fine white woman. He glanced up and saw his fare - about 300lbs of sweaty male executive. With a slight shake of his head he took the man's bag.

***

Really, where on earth did Jess find them!

James was thoroughly charming and not in any way offensive but he did seem to have a one-track mind. As their Lexus drove through the city he kept making little compliments and remarks that might be perfectly innocent but...

She'd mentioned she had a family but that hadn't seemed to get through so she tried again. "As I said James, I'm a married woman. Married to my David for 12 years". She had almost said, '12 long years.'

He smiled again and gestured with his hand so the light glinted on his own wedding band. "Relieved to hear it Dee. A woman like you would be pretty much certain to be married unless of course her interests lay elsewhere. Not that I would object to that because we all seek happiness where we can find it. However, from my perspective, that would be a damn shame. Especially when we getting along so well. I'm sure this can be the start of a beautiful friendship. I've wanted that since I first set eyes on you" He looked over and nodded as if that was just common sense.

So, let's get this straight. He was pleased she was married because it showed she wasn't a lesbian and that meant she'd be available for him. It just sort of seemed to be assumed that she'd have no objection to going with him, to ... have sex with him. Her logical mind struggled to conjure up the outrage appropriate to the situation but she just couldn't do it. Her passionate side and her body were screaming, 'Yes, Yes, Yes - I want him.' She shifted a little in her seat - she knew her body was reacting to his strong masculine presence in a very physical sense. You could tell yourself something as much as you liked but your body didn't lie. Being with this man was making her like a horny teenager and it was sort of thrilling but also horribly disconcerting.

"I'm a college teacher and a married mother of three, James. It's very, er, flattering of you but I think I might be past any likelihood of that sort of thing."

"The best women are like the best vehicles. Sure if you don't take care of them, you don't give them the proper attention and the proper respect, then you gonna have problems down the line. Treat them right, give them what they need and pay loving attention to every inch and aspect of them and you'll have what they call a classic on your hands. Classy and elegant and worth more money than there is in the whole wide world."

She was blushing again - she knew James 'could pay loving attention to every inch' of her. It was obvious in how he carried himself - in his whole way of being. This was a man that could take her to places she had never even imagined existed. She looked at him and she just hoped and prayed he couldn't see in her eyes how much she wanted and needed that sort of attention.

"That sound familiar to you, Dee? Heard of any classics that ain't being treated right? I'm always ready to take on another project, just say the word."

Oh God how she wanted to say that word. But, of course, in real life you couldn't do that sort of thing. It would be crazy and so irresponsible. She thought of her beautiful children, her job, her friends - how would they react? Then, with a stab of guilt, she realised she hadn't thought of poor David. It really wasn't his fault. How could he compete with a man like James. Even ten years ago he would have been out-classed and now...

"Here's our turn - not far now. A shame - I was enjoying our chat." He drove on in silence and let Dee take in her surroundings.

Dee's husband wasn't a millionaire but he did hold an office-based position and she taught at an up-scale college in a prosperous area. Her life-style reflected that. She had the suburban home with all the conveniences and the minivan - in short the comfortable life-style you would expect of someone with her social position.

This area was rather different. An area of the city that was going to seed. Shuttered stores and weed-strewn sidewalks with gang-tags seemingly covering every inch of available wall-space. Small groups of men or youths lounged on one or two of the corners as they passed. Dee couldn't help feeling a little concerned but when she looked to James his placid face suggested this was just every-day for him.

They turned into what looked like a new development. James parked up and pointed to a small bungalow. Jess is meeting you in there - can't tell you how much she's been looking forward to it. I'll be around working and we'll organise you a lift to your hotel when you're ready."

Dee got out and James unloaded her bag for her. Without asking he set off for the bungalow with Dee walking along a step behind.

"Hey whass goin on here!"
Dee turned and saw another man. He was carrying a big rough block of stone that he casually tossed down before approaching them.

James was an impressive figure man but this man had him beat. A powerful muscular physique that was stripped to the waist and glistening with sweat from his hard morning's work. He seemed to be almost covered with tattoos - not just his chest and arms but also his back and neck. Most were rather crude - distinctly of the jailhouse variety. He was somewhat intimidating.

"Ty - what's the problem." James took it in his stride - did he ever do anything else?

"Sez you're going to pick up Jess' old teacher and you come back with this fine piece of tail. Where's the old lady at and why you out picking up your latest bit of white skirt when you sposed to be doing a job for Jess. Where the fuck is Dee - you left that poor old lady at the airport just coz you wanted to get yo dick wet again. Shamed at you," he looked at Dee again, "not that I blame you. Would like to pick this fine piece of pussy up myself." His hand wandered in the general direction of a sizable bulge in the front of his pants.

"Ty," James' voice was weary but firm. "I think you owe this lady an apology. This is Dee, Jessica's old teacher."

"Well fuck me." It didn't quite qualify as an apology but it seemed the best she was going to get. "Well, sweetness, you can come round here any time you like and just ask for Tyrone. I could do with some private tuition time with a hot little teacher lady like you." A big hand reached out and cupped Dee's ass. She jumped a little and Tyrone withdraw his hand after a fierce look from James.

Dee wandered into the bungalow in something of a daze. Where on earth DID Jessica find them!

***

Dee was miles away as she prepared the coffee for herself and Jessica. The poor dear was so big she could hardly get put of her chair and she supposedly still had a couple of weeks to go. Dee could recall that tiredness and when the little one came it wouldn't get any easier for a while.

Just at that moment, however, she wasn't thinking about Jess or her future. Her attention was riveted on James and Tyrone as they worked in the sun. They were both stripped to the waist and Tyrone might have been more muscular but James had the sleek grace of a powerful big cat. She watched the rippling muscles under the coal-back skin and her eyes drank in their strength and power. They were busy clearing old masonry and preparing ground by digging it.

Dee turned back to prepare the coffee but her mind was full of the two men. What was it like to be with one of them? She knew darned well that it would bear no comparison to what she got at home. Suddenly she was startled by a sharp rap on the window and she opened it to find the men looking at her with hungry eyes.

"Well, ain't it time you gave us what we want?"

Dee almost staggered. Tyrone was so blatant about it and seemed so sure that she would agree. Not just for himself either, he apparently expected her to agree to both of them. Her heart was beating fast and making her breathing seem irregular. They wanted her and they might just take her whatever happened.

"Our cold drink. Ain't it time you gave us it?"

Dee blushed again and hurried to fetch their drinks. How could she be so stupid? How had she got herself so worked up? What was wrong with her?

Tyrone took his drink and James reached for his. "Early days, Dee, but when you're ready you can give us what we really want." He winked and then watched as the red-faced white woman fled back to the safety of the lounge and Jessica.

***

Jessica tasted her coffee after savouring its fragrance. She'd had to limit her intake recently - another of the little inconveniences of her current condition. She snuck a glance over to Dee again and saw that her attention was riveted on the view from the big picture window. There, almost as if artfully arranged for her perusal, the two men were still hard at work.

"Magnificent aren't they?"

"Yes, they are both just so..." Dee paused in search of the right word.

"You're right but I actually meant the new buildings," smiled Jessica.

"Oh..." Dee's hand rose to her mouth.

Jessica smiled off her old teacher's confusion. Even back at college the two of them had got on well - she had been a serous, hard-working student and her teacher had taken a lot of time with her. She knew how lucky she had been to have a teacher like Dee. There had been a sort of bond between them and she felt there still was. It was just that now, if what she suspected was correct, she could see that she might have to be taking the role of teacher and mentor.

All in good time though. First, she had to put her friend at ease.

"That whole area is going under turf as a new play-area for the children - we have rather a lot of them here at the development. Then we're planting an area of trees at the end there and we aim to have some land set aside for a flower garden. It's going to be beautiful but it all takes time."

Jess paused and then continued with a hand on her belly. "She is going to be my first and it's pretty scary. First, giving birth and then being responsible for a whole new life. I know I will cope and I know that it's what I want but it's still really daunting. My house-mate Emily has just had her first and I see how good she is with little Rufus and I wonder if I will be the same. I just can't know until I'm in that position."

Dee moved over from her armchair to join Jessica on the sofa. She put her arm around the redhead and gave her a gentle hug. "Of course you are going to be alright. I never had a student quicker to learn and more able to adapt. You will be a wonderful mother. Do you have anyone to give you advice? I've raised three and you know I'm always on the end of a phone if you need to talk."

"I get plenty of advice," smiled Jess, "but the offer of a friendly hearer is really good to have. You hear about new mothers getting depressed or failing to cope and you can't help being worried."

The two women talked for a while and Dee was really touched that her friend had opened up to her about something so personal. She thought that she might broach an issue or two that she had been wondering about.

"Jess, I haven't noticed a man around - I knew that you and your husband broke up. I was sorry to hear about that."

"Don't be. It was the best decision I have ever made - an excellent decision for him as well by the way. I can't go into details but I found out things about him that meant I couldn't remain with him. He was very different to the man I thought I had married. Now I am here and he is over at the Capitol. I'm sure we are both much happier than if we'd stayed together."

"Oh," said Dee.

"I hope I haven't shocked you. Believe me I have nothing but respect and admiration for couples like you and David who stay together and raise a family. It must be wonderful to be as much in love as ever."

"Yes," said Dee. It was no good. Jessica had been so open and honest with her and she couldn't keep quiet. Besides, having someone she could talk to about it would be so liberating. She took a deep breath. "Actually, no. It's something that's been on my mind a lot recently. It sounds clichéd but I think my last birthday might have had something to do with it. I suddenly realised that, in a way, time was passing me by and doing it so darned quickly"

"Hey don't be playing the old lady with me," groaned Jess, "I'm less than ten years younger than you remember. I just had the big three-oh!"

"That was alright for me but this one was a little different. One of those days when you sit back and take stock. There are things I dreamed that probably will never happen now. There are realities that I have to accept."

"Like what?"

Dee took a deep breath. "David and I married because we loved each other and we desired each other. Time might be expected to dull the fires a little but recently..."

"Only recently?" Opening up to one of the best lawyers in the country meant you were likely to be cross-examined.

"OK, not just recently though it has been steadily getting worse. I had my three lovely children and somewhere around there I went from being his sexy wife to being the mom of his kids. I was too busy to really notice then but as time has passed it's become more and more obvious."

"He doesn't make love to you?"

"Oh yes, but it's ALWAYS the same. Like a routine, mechanical, as if it's a duty to be performed every so often. It just confirms what I already know - that I've got old and that I'm not sexy any more."

Now it was Jessica giving Dee a little hug of support.

"He just doesn't get it. Now, especially now, I need to be experimenting, trying new things, keeping fresh and vibrant and feeling alive. He just wants routine, to keep doing exactly the same things, eating the same meals and going to the same places. He's stifling me and he's made me what I am - another suburban soccer mom with sensible clothes and sensible shoes and a sensible minivan and he is so FUCKING BORING." Her speech had grown louder and faster as she had finally been able to vent frustrations that had been growing for the best part of a decade. The last two words were almost yelled and Dee suddenly sat back wide eyed and breathing hard, amazed at her own audacity and her use of a profanity.

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"That sounds familiar," came a voice from the doorway. It was a young blonde woman carrying a baby. "Been there, done that, got the fuck out of there."

"This is my house-mate Emily," explained Jessica, "and somewhere hidden in that blanket is little Rufus. Sit yourself down girl."

Emily did just that - sitting next to Dee on the big sofa. "My husband was just the same - he's with a fellow coder now and I sincerely hope they are very happy together. One thing's for sure I'm a damn sight happier for not being still with him. I could see the way that was going and I found a chance of something so much better."

The blanket in her arms shifted and a brown arm emerged. A small hand tugged at Emily's robe and pulled it aside. A firm young breast heavy with milk was revealed and a dark erect nipple. Emily held up the blanket and a brown mouth latched onto the nipple and began to greedily suck.

"Just like his daddy," cooed Emily, "he knows what he likes and he makes sure to get it."

It was perfectly obvious to Dee that 'daddy', whoever he might be, was not Emily's husband and was not white. She suddenly realised that there was every likelihood that exactly the same was true in Jessica's case. She had never been racially prejudiced - she believed you had to judge people as individuals - but it was something of a shock none the less.

Young Rufus contentedly fed until he finally let out a little belch. He began waving his arms to move and Emily looked to Dee.

"I don't suppose you'd take him for a moment while I get myself sorted out will you."

Would she! He was an adorable little scamp. She took him and made a fuss of him using some of the tricks she had learned from raising her own. Rufus burbled with delight and just as Emily was getting back to reclaim him he reached out a pudgy hand. It found Dee's top and tried to move it aside. Frustrated his little mouth tightened and his other hand joined in trying to gain access to what lay hidden beneath.

"Oh-ho," laughed Emily as she retrieved her infant, "you can't go doing that to a nice lady that you only just met."

"You're right," laughed Jessica, "he's just like his daddy!"

Soon Rufus was back feeding and the women remembered the men toiling under a hot sun. Dee found herself preparing a big jug of iced lemonade and taking it with two glasses out to James and Tyrone.

Emily and Jessica watched her go.

"So, I don't think I was wrong do you?"

"Absolutely not. I heard enough before I came in to know that."

"Which means we need to help her find what it is that she's been missing."

Emily watched as James took his glass and Tyrone moved in close behind Dee. He casually placed an arm around her shoulders and moved his big body close to hers. "I think she's getting a few hints from those two. Encouraged by you no doubt?"

Jessica held up her hands. "Not me, it's all their own work. But I think its pretty clear that she has no objection."

"Do you think they would..."

Jess laughed, "Are you kidding! In a New York minute. No, the problem is that Dee is scared and she has reason to be. We didn't have much to lose when we joined the lifestyle."

"Just everything to gain."

"Exactly. But Dee has a family, She can't just quit her husband or come move in here. By the sounds of it he'd make her life a misery if he even suspected she'd been here. Can you imagine being stuck with a man hanging guilt trips over your head for years?"

"That isn't the only issue - she lives too far away to keep coming back here. Do we know anyone over there who could help?"

Jessica shook her head. "I'm not trusting any strangers with this. This has to be done right. Well we will just have to see what can be done. Good college teachers are needed everywhere. We just need to find out where her husband works."

Emily nodded. "We also need to hit the right note. You had James and I had Don. Who would be right for Dee? James or Tyrone?"

"Tyrone possibly. We need that special combination of talents..."

The two women looked at each other and shared a smile. They knew just who to call.

Come Into My Parlor...

Tyrone drove Dee over to her hotel ready for her early morning flight home. As he explained, however, he just had one little stop to make.

"Hey J, whass the sitch?"

One of the four young African-Americans playing pick-up stopped and came loping over with an easy stride and a ready grin. "I got accepted Tyrone, got a place on the next HVAC course."

"My Man," said Tyrone with a big smile, "thass what I wanted to hear." He called over the other three young men and put his arm round J's shoulders. "You all see this man cos that's what he is - a real man. He's taking responsibility and stepping up to the plate. Getting a trade so he can support himself and his family and live a good life. Not looking to duck out or cut corners like some. You know what happens to them. They end up in the ground or wasting years of their lives." He pulled up a sleeve and showed some crude tattoos. "You see he's smarter than I was at his age. You all make sure you smart like him."

Young J wasn't much older than the students Dee taught herself. She could see his pride at the praise from Tyrone. She looked at the big rough man with new eyes herself. You'd never dream it to look at him or, even more, to hear him but he was making a difference. In his own way he was being an educator too.

The boys went back to their game and Tyrone strode towards a small building set off behind the court. Dee walked alongside him.

"I like what you did there Tyrone."

"My boss, Mr Taylor, likes us to take an interest in the community. Besides, it feels good you know." The big man almost seemed embarrassed. "I just got to see Silky for a few minutes if you'll wait."

He pushed open the door and led Dee into what could only be described as an old-style neighborhood dive. There were three or four men drinking at the bar and two men seated at a table facing the door. They were in conversation and looked rather out of place. One was a small man. The other looked huge, even sat on the long padded bar banquette, and had a cup of coffee on the table in front of him. His eyes met Dee's and he nodded slightly.

"Won't be a couple of minutes," muttered Tyrone and headed over to the barman. That sort of left Dee hanging...

"Trevon," said a deep rich voice, "you not being polite. The lady needs a seat and fetch what she'd like to drink."

"Sorry Shaka - yes sure thing." The small man got up like he'd had a fire lit under him. Dee couldn't help noticing that there were plenty of empty seats in the bar.

"I'm quite alright, thank you very much. I'm not staying."

His eyes were on hers. "I insist..."

What gave him the right to insist she did anything? But this was his world and it was obvious that he made the rules here. She looked at his own cup. "A coffee?"

The big man made a minute gesture with his finger and the other man scuttled over to the bar.

Now the man gave an easy smile and gestured to the newly-vacated space. "Come and sit next to me. Not often we get a fine lady like yourself at Silky's - so you need to come over and introduce yourself."

Dee hesitated momentarily and looked to the bar but Tyrone was nowhere to be seen.

The man chuckled. "I hardly ever bite - unless you ask me to of course. Now come make my day baby. Like I say - you are definitely someone worthy of a closer examination." When Dee still hesitated he stood up. He'd looked big sitting down but stood up he was massive. He had to be at least 6'8" and was seriously built from the ground up. Mother nature had made him a big man but he clearly looked after himself and had serious work in the gym to thank for his physique. Dee's eyes unconsciously drank in his presence and his power.

Another chuckle. "I see we both like what we see baby - now stop wasting time." He clicked his fingers and pointed at the place next to him.

Dee walked round the table and joined him. She was just about to sit when he held up a finger.

"I know you here with Ty but even Ty makes mistakes. Someone as sweet as you just might be a honey-trap for a hard-working community leader like myself. You poh-poh or a journalist?"

She shook her head.

"Just so's we can both relax." He leaned forward and his experienced hands rapidly frisked her from head to toe. It was very practised and professional but he had nonetheless just run his hands all over her body. The effect was NOT relaxing - in fact she felt electricity coursing through every inch of her body..

"So what brings you here with Ty - I think I'd have noticed if you were one of Taylor's girls."

"I'm visiting an old friend - I'm just on my way back to the hotel as I said."

"You talk real high-class, I like that, it's just like the rest of you." He smiled as her face reddened a little. "Your friend - anyone I know?"

"Jessica Lyons."

The chuckle came again. "Oh! Me and Jess know each other real well. I used to run security over there before I moved here. Talking of which."

A man had come into the bar and now nervously approached their table. He was perhaps fifty, a full decade older than Shaka, but he stood before the big man like a nervous collegeboy.

"Take a seat Drew, how can I help?"

"Well, I'm real embarrassed to have to ask..."

"We old friends - tell me your problem."

"We lost our refrigerator last night - I think the condenser is fucked. Had it a number of years so I really have to replace it and with this weather and the kids..."

"...and two weeks to the next pay check. Yeah - I know how that can be." He reached into his pocket and handed over a few bills. "That'll cover it - pay it back over the next three months so you don't have to operate too light."

"...the vig..."

"I know you and you know me. No vig between old friends like us. Or if there is - it's the pleasure of helping a good man and his family out of a hole."

Drew's face lit up and he seemed to drop about five years. He reached out and warmly shook Shaka's hand. "Thank you, man, thanks from all of us."

Shaka's face told that he regarded it as no big deal and Drew left. He noticed Dee watching him. "Its cool to be cool," he said quietly to her, "but sometimes..."

The next visitor was in his late twenties and somewhat shabby in appearance. He also approached Shaka and stood before the table but it seemed much more of an every-day occurrence for him. Shaka very noticeably did not ask him to sit down.

"I'm short on the rent Shaka. My family be put on the street unless I can get...uh...$300 dollars."

"You take me for a fool, Mike. I helped you out sometimes before but now you seem to have the notion I'm an ATM. Turn up and collect every week like welfare. Not so, Mike, not so."

"But my rent..."

"You in social housing - why you needing $300 unless you spending what you do get on something else. It going up your nose or on the ponies or what the fuck? $300! You trying to shoot me a fucking line too! How much you really short?"

Mike shuffled where he still stood. His eyes were on the ground. "$75."

Shaka scowled and then leaned back. "You's a fucking idiot. A child. You got a family and you trying all this shit. If someone loaned you three notes how would you pay it back, let alone the vig. Four notes before you knew it. They come looking for you and you got nothing for them - what happens then? Fucking no-mark."

"My rent..." Mike's voice was low now.

"Be here at 7 tomorrow morning. Silky been moaning about needing the outside of this place painted. Do that and you can have your $75."

Mike held out his hand but Shaka looked at him with scorn.

"You get it AFTER Silky has inspected and approved your work. Meanwhile, I'll talk to some friends of mine and see what we can arrange. I hear one of the guys in sanitation is moving on and I can get you a trial there."

"Sanitation - but I don't know nothing about that..."

"They'll train you as you go along. Cleaning the drains don't need a degree."

Mike looked like he'd just got a death sentance. Getting up for seven tomorrow was bad enough but this...

"Or, of course, you can get off your lazy ass and go find a job yourself, Mike. A radical suggestion I know - but there's your choice. Don't do either and I don't need to see you again. Understand."

"But Carli..."

"Got respect for your wife and your kids - it's you that's the problem. So if you fuck up again and she needs help then she'll get it. I can find her bar work but not so she's working three jobs to support your sorry ass. My condition would be that she see sense and kick you the fuck out. Them days is over, my friend, time to stop being a baby and man the fuck up. Make your choice and live by it and its results. Actions have consequences - like I always say. What do I always say?"

"Actions have consequences," muttered Mike.

"Don't just say it - understand what it means. Now get the fuck out..."

Mike slouched out. As he went a group of men sat at the bar gave a slow round of applause. "Preach it Shaka - but that one needed telling five or six years ago," one of the men said.

"Yeah," said Shaka, "well it's his last chance with me. Up to him if he takes it." He noticed Dee looking at him. "Like I say - I'm a local community leader here for the Foundation. We help out people need helping, but some don't need help they need..."

"...guidance," suggested Dee and then mentally kicked herself. That was the educator in her coming out. She was sure that people generally didn't complete this man's sentences for him.

He didn't seem to take offense - far from it. A brilliant smile showed in his coal-black face. "Yeah, I like that. You and me work real well together."

Dee could feel heat in her face again. These men - they made her feel like a giddy college-girl. She was a grown woman gosh darn it, not a love-sick teenager. She concentrated on keeping her thoughts appropriate. It was hard though - Shaka was more a presence than a man. It wasn't just his size. He seemed to radiate command and authority. She could sense that he was the sort of a man who drew everyone's attention wherever he went. He was so different to...


"I also handle special projects for the Foundation. Just had word of a possible new one today. I've been checking it out for potential. Pleased to say that it looks real good. I think I'm gonna enjoy my work breakin' ground on it."

"Oh," said Dee, "I'm pleased. I'd love to hear more but I think Tyrone is waiting..."

"He could wait awhile - he's had you most of the day. I've only got to enjoy your company for a few minutes. Ah well - next time you here..." He smiled and she realised she could go. That was really what it felt like - not that she'd decided to go but rather that Shaka had given her permission to do so.

***

"I see you met Shaka," said Tyrone as if it had been an accidental thing.

"He's ... very impressive," said Dee.

"Yeah - and you seeing him now that he's almost a reformed character. Back in the day he was something else. I wasn't scared of no-one on the streets but Shaka gave me some serious pause. Hell, when Levy got out of line that time it was Shaka that Mr Taylor sent over to straighten things out. Levy is a mad mother-fucka and we was all expecting blood but he took one look at Shaka and decided to make a deal. It's not just me - ANYONE would take a pause before they crossed him."

Most of that went straight over Dee's head but she understood that Tyrone had great respect for the other man. Indeed, Tyrone seemed almost embarrassed to have admitted the fact. Quickly he changed the subject and he and Dee chatted about her own life back home as they drove.

When they got to the hotel Dee half-suspected that Tyrone might make a move on her. He hadn't been hiding his interest in her all day and he didn't seem a man shy about asking for what he wanted. She was half-suspecting it and wholly dreading it. He was a fine figure of a man and she found him attractive but she was a respectable married mother of three. There was no way she could invite him up to her room, was there? The temptation was there - only God knew just how much it was there - but the consequences did not bear thinking about. She realised that she didn't dread his question so much as she dreaded what her answer might be.

Tyrone parked up and unloaded her bag. "I'll bring this through to reception and they'll take it from there. Shame you have to stay in a hotel - next time we might have to see if we can find you a bed over at the Foundation. If needs be I'll be happy to offer you a share of mine." He winked at her, chuckled one last time and then he was gone.

Suddenly Dee felt that she was back in reality - it was like waking up after one of those darned dreams. It felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over her. All day she'd had men, men who she found dangerously attractive, playing court to her as if she was the sexiest woman on earth. It had been undeniably exhilarating, almost intoxicating, but now she was back to cold hard reality. She saw herself reflected in the glass of a window. How could she be so stupid? She was an almost forty year old college teacher with three children and a husband at home. Stood there in her sensible clothes and her sensible shoes - how could she ever have imagined that men like James or Tyrone could have a serious interest in HER. Not to mention....him, she didn't even dare to think about HIM. There wasn't the slightest possibility that a man like that would... He'd probably already forgotten that she even existed. No, she had to go back to her husband - her life was with David, that was reality.

***

Dreams aren't interested in reality.

That night, for the first time in months, Dee did not have the dream about Cassius. That night, in her hotel bed, she dreamed of Shaka...

End of Chapter 2....

[Blue Bull]

Can our white teacher resist the lure of Big Black Cock....?

Back home Dee was soon back into the old routine. Looking after David and ferrying her children around to their various social and sporting commitments put paid to what little free time she had outside her teaching duties.

The only exception, of course, was when she was asleep. It was then that he came to her. His presence, the almost magnetic attraction she seemed to feel for him, his attitude that would seem vainglorious arrogance in anyone else. The power in those deep brown eyes and that commanding voice. In her dreams he came to her and she recognised him. Shaka - quite literally the man of her dreams. He would beckon to her and she would go to him. Then he stripped her and laid her bare in front of him. She was a white sacrifice to this Black God of masculinity and sexuality. He moved towards her and suddenly she saw his big Black cock stood up against his muscled chest. He was hard for her and was going to claim his right, the tribute that every woman he desired owed to him. He continued to move forward and pointed the end of his cock at her exposed and defenceless pussy and then...

She woke up.

Always at that point and always with a wave of crushing despair. She'd tried but she couldn't return to the dream if she tried to sleep again. The dream would only let her get so far. As if that next stage could only happen in person, flesh to flesh. She shivered and always got a grip on herself after a few seconds of such thoughts. It was just as well that half a continent lay between her and Shaka. That temptation had to be kept at much more than arm's length.

Three weeks after her visit to the Capital Dee got the belated call that she had been expecting. Emily excitedly informed her that after a long labor both mother and daughter were doing well. A picture soon arrived of Jess holding the new arrival. Her former student had that half-smile of the exhausted as she looked into the camera.

It was another few weeks before she heard from Emily again. This time the exuberant young blonde had some more time to speak and took great joy in describing the unbearable cuteness of little Amelia. "But what Amelia and all of us want to know is - when is Aunt Dee coming to see her?"

"It's not so easy Emily. You know that I'm a teacher and that this is a VERY busy time for me. Besides, David really doesn't like me being away from home."

"What," laughed Emily, "can't he look after himself for a couple of days. Would everything go to ruin if you took another trip over here?"

'No,' thought Dee, 'but he'd bitch and moan for weeks about it - just like last time.' She didn't say that of course. Instead she said, "But there are the children..."

"They aren't babies and it'll do him and them good not to have mommy waiting on them hand and foot for a couple of days. Besides, your talking about children sort of reminded me. Jess and I are both keen to ask your advice..."

Dee's attention picked up. It was much more pleasant to talk about how she could help the young mothers. "Anything at all, Emily, you know that."

"Well, it's just that - well, you'll think its silly. I know Jess has only just had Amelia but it's been a while for me and I still look and feel like a beached whale. You've had three children and your figure looks absolutely amazing. It might seem vain but we were hoping you could tell us your secrets. So WE need to see you soon - just as much as Amelia!"

There wasn't much secret about it - lots of hard work and careful attention to diet mainly - but the comment chimed loud for Dee. She was justifiably proud of how trim she was, despite her pregnancies, and she felt good that the younger women had noticed. She almost didn't notice Emily's teasing next remark until its significance hit her.

"Oh and we've had a certain someone come around here. A certain someone whose name begins with an S."

Dee felt her heart begin to pound and the sound of the phone suddenly seemed to become more intense somehow. The silence after Emily's statement was, in truth, momentary but to her it seemed to stretch for hours and the silence itself was a deafening white noise. Finally, it seemed after an agonising wait, Emily went on in the flirtatious tone of a college-girl discussing who had a crush on who.

"He came around supposedly to check on how Jess and Amelia were but he seemed to spend all his time talking about a certain someone else. He seemed VERY interested in everything about you and VERY insistent that we let him know as soon as we knew you were coming to visit again. I need to say - Shaka has a certain reputation you know."

Dee felt her head was in a spin. This was not what she had been expecting. "I know - Tyrone told me that he had a past, that all the men ... respected him."

Emily laughed. "The men - who cares what the men think! It's what we women know that counts. I'll just say that Shaka is supposed to be incredible where it counts, in bed. I've never had the pleasure myself but Jess reckons it's all true. She says being with him was one of the most intense experiences of her life."

This was all coming too fast. Dee was in confusion. Shaka was asking about her - he hadn't forgotten about her. She wasn't naive and she knew what that sort of interest from a man like Shaka meant. He wanted HER. She hadn't needed the recommendation of Shaka's sexual ability and potency. She had met him and the moment she had looked into those deep brown eyes she had known that he was a man who could turn her world upside down. After him nothing would ever be the same again. But, of course, she'd known that a man like him would never be interested in her. Except, now she knew different. She had to be strong and she knew that she could never risk visiting Jess again.

***

That night he came in her dreams again. He came and beckoned and, in her dreams, she went to him.

Never Say Never

Dee was a woman with considerable mental strength and determination. If would have amazed her to be told that her firm resolution not to go back to the Capital, not to go back to HIM, would have lasted only a couple of weeks.

To be fair to her though, the process that led to her rapid capitulation had been going on much longer than that. She had loved her husband when they married and given the chance she would still have loved him just as much. He was her spouse and the father of her three wonderful children. However, there had been that long process of drifting apart. Well, that wasn't quite right. He hadn't drifted anywhere so much as just stopped noticing her. She had become part of the furniture it seemed. Occassionally he'd give her a polish, so to speak, but her role was to look after the children and make his own life more comfortable. She had a horrible knowledge that if anyone had suggested to him that she was a sexual being with her own needs then he would just have laughed at such a foolish notion.

Dee looked at him now - sat in the kitchen. There was an aura of complacency all round him. She knew that he worked hard at the power company and that he helped maintain their standard of living but that couldn't be all there was, could it? Wasn't there supposed to be more give-and-take to a healthy relationship than just the material side? With them he seemed to have tapped into her natural generosity and exploited it ruthlessly. It didn't make it any better that he probably didn't even realise he was doing it. For him everything was fine, everything was OK.

Well, it wasn't OK.

The text messages had been the catalyst. Both from Emily. The first one had just read - 'S came round again. Wants us to ask you out here.' A week later the second had read - 'S was here. Told us to make sure you come soon.'

She still couldn't quite believe that a man like him was so interested in her. However, he had gone to see Jess three times about her. She knew a man like him didn't waste time on matters of no importance. She also knew that a man like him wouldn't wait forever. Through some amazing chance she had been thrown into his proximity and he had noticed her and had made his interest clear. It was up to her now. This window of opportunity would only last so long. She could accept the way things were or she could at least go and talk to him again. She could find out if what was glittering so attractively really was as golden as she had made herself believe.

"David," she said.

"Umm," he responded but kept reading. She was only apparently worth a small part of his attention.

"I want to go to the Capital again - to see the new baby."

That got his attention! He whined and bitched about it for the next couple of hours but, for once, Dee stuck to her guns. He wasn't going to cheat her of this.

Third Time's A Charm

She half expected James or Tyrone to meet her at the airport - but instead it was Emily. The blonde was as exuberant as ever and spent the whole drive talking non-stop. Dee kept expecting her to talk about Shaka but surprisingly he went unmentioned. The doubt began to grow in her mind that maybe she had left it too long - maybe he had lost interest. It left an empty feeling in her but at least she knew that she would get to see Amelia and perhaps, after all, it would be for the best.

Little Amelia was just too cute. Looking out at the big wide world through big brown eyes full of wonder as she lay contented in her mother's arms. Looking from Jess to her daughter Dee could see the resemblances between them. She was her mother's daughter - even if the world would say she was a different race. It showed how foolish such broad brush categories were. People were people. That didn't mean they were all the same but it did mean each deserved to be judged on his or her individual merits rather than because of their supposed 'race'.

People definitely weren't all the same and she got proof of that a few minutes later as she looked out of the big picture window in the lounge. Last time she had been here James and Tyrone had been working out there. This time she saw a small group of men arrive carrying tools. That wasn't too remarkable until she noticed the man who stood half-a-head taller than any of his colleagues.

It was Shaka - dressed in a work-shirt and pants. She watched the men - almost as though it were a show being performed for her benefit directly in front of the window. Shaka pointed and indicated to each of the men and then set them to work. Some of them didn't seem too enthusiastic and one prodded his shovel into the ground in a half-hearted manner. It had been dry and warm and Dee reflected that the ground would be hard or at least the top crust would be. Shaka strode up and picking up the tool drove its blade fully into the soil. He grasped the handle and with a flick turned over the shovel-full of earth.

Now the crust had been broken the man managed to dig from the exposed edge and started having some more success. Shaka watched for a while and then - it happened. Shaka took his shirt off and exposed the upper half of his body to the hungry eyes watching him from the house. His body was hard muscle. Not the inflated look of a juice-head but rather the solid physique of a man used to hard exercise and hard work. The dark skin of his arms seemed almost to dance and it took a moment to register with Dee that his arms each bore a full-sleeve tattoo of intricate abstract patterns writhing and inter-connecting across his skin.

His men were all digging away and Shaka waited until the quickest was a half way across his row. Then the big man calmly picked up a spare shovel and set to work. He didn't seem to hurry - he just made it look ridiculously easy. While the other men struggled he was all grace and power. It came as no surprise when his row was finished before any of the others.

The men worked on as the women talked. Every so often Dee would find herself gazing out at them. It had to be warm out there. The men were sweating and some were starting to puff out their cheeks with the effort. Shaka, of course, looked like he could go all day but even he stopped once to mop his fore-head.

"I think we need to fetch the poor dears some refreshment," said Jess. "They are all working so hard and its getting hot out there."

The two youngest members of the household were both asleep and so the women collected glasses and three big pitchers of iced lemonade and took them out to the men.

Emily went right and Jess went left so Dee was left going to the center and right in the center of the men was Shaka. It was almost as if it had been arranged that way The other men took a glass each and then moved off. Maybe they could sense that the big man wanted some time alone with the blonde.

Shaka raised his glass in a toast and then took a sip. "That's fitting," he said.

"Why?" she asked - mostly just to hear him talk again in that wonderful deep melted chocolate voice.

"Cause that's what I am. A thirsty man out in the heat. You came into my bar and you showed me that big pitcher of delicious iced water. I could taste it already and was looking forward to rolling it around my mouth and savouring every drop. But then you left and I'd only been allowed the smallest of sips. That was cruel Dee - depriving me like that."

Coming from David it would have been excruciating. Coming from this man it made Dee thrill to her very core. But, however she might feel, she wasn't a silly college-girl. She knew better than to show him how weak her defences were.

"Brought you a whole pitcher today," she gestured to the tray.

"You know which pitcher I want and it ain't that one but, I'm thinking, you just might have brought me that one too. How about it Dee - you gonna give me what I want later on?"

There it was - out and in the open. She should have expected it - he wasn't the sort of man to hesitate. He wasn't like ... her husband.

"Shaka, I'm sorry but I'm married."

He made a show of looking about. "Don't see him. Didn't see him last time neither. Does he know you out here? Does he know WHY you out here?"

Dee felt the blush in her cheeks.

"Yeah, sugar, you telled him you was coming to see the baby or Jess or the damn Lincoln monument but we both know that's foolishness don't we. Who did you come to see?"

There was silence and Shaka slowly raised a big hand to take her smaller one.

"Tell me, girl," his eyes were blazing and seemed to be boring into her own, "and tell me the truth." The next words were spoken slowly and clearly. "Who did you come to see?"

Dee glanced around - hoping the others couldn't hear.

Shaka moved his hand up to take her chin gently between two of his fingers. He moved in closer so his face seemed to fill her entire field of vision. "They don't matter - all that matters is you and me now. So tell me - WHO DID YOU COME TO SEE?"

"You Shaka - I came to see you."

He gave a little smile of satisfaction.

"But I can't. My family, my children." It was almost a wail of anguish.

His big finger touched her lips. "Who said we were going to do anything to hurt them. They part of your other life over there. I've got no part in that. I'm interested in your new life over here. In this part of your life I want to be your man and for you to be one of my women."

She noted the slight discrepancy there but couldn't say that it shocked her. The only surprise was that he didn't lie to her about it. She tried to imagine David coming out and making such an outrageous offer. It was totally impossible. Was that a good thing or a bad thing? Once she would have known but now she wasn't so sure.

It all still seemed ridiculous though. How could he really be interested in her? "Shaka, why me? I'm basically 40 - I'm not young any more or sexy or desirable. I'm a frumpy housewife and soccer mom. You can have any woman you want - why are you doing this to me?"

There was that confident smile again - accepting her little tribute to his attractiveness. "Well, I'm 41 - so I don't want to hear no more excuses about your age. As to the rest of that well I'm going to test your words. You think I'm a fool?"

"No Shaka."

"Damn right and you said I could have any woman I want. Well the woman I want is you Dee. So were you right - can I have the woman that I want?"

She couldn't answer. She knew she had to reject his advances - she was risking everything if she didn't. However, the words just wouldn't come. She realised that she had to change the subject and then get away from him. Get away back across the continent to David and safety.

"Ahem," she pointed to the men who she suddenly noticed were all now working on the far end of the projected new play area, safely out of earshot, "is this that new project you were talking about last time."

"No," he answered quite calmly, "but at this moment my new project is real close. This project needs my special attention and I'm going to make sure of success. There ain't nothing going to keep me from tasting those fruits." Then he leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth.

She should have backed away or slapped his face or run a mile or done ... something. Instead she froze and just stared at him.

"Any objections - cos you best call them out now. If you don't then that's gonna be happening a lot more as we progress."

She still didn't feel that she could move. She had to make a concious effort even to breathe.

Shaka nodded and moved in close holding her against his muscular chest. He kissed her hair and then murmured into her ear. "Got to go now, sweet thing. But I'll see you again real soon to claim my prize."

He moved towards his men walking with an easy stride. She just looked after him and wondered at how any of this could have come into her life.

***

"We picked well," said Emily as the two women still stood where they had watched the tableau unfold before them.

"It certainly seems so," replied Jess. "I wasn't quite sure about Shaka - he's very full on and you can never quite be sure which women will take his eye."

"We can, I think, safely assume that Dee has. She didn't seem to have any problem with his assertiveness did she?" Emily gave a little giggle.

Jess gave a little smile in response. "I think it's exactly what she needs and she's about to find that out." She gazed out at Dee and said, almost to herself, "You'd better hang on tight, girl, because he'll likely give you a wild ride."

"Lucky her," said Emily, "I think we should take Mr Taylor up on his suggestion now."

"Yes," replied Jess, "I'll ask him to ring Commonwealth Power as soon as possible."

The Long Journey Back

The rest of her visit went by in a whirl and when the time came to leave she half expected Emily to take her to the hotel. But that wasn't the plan at all.

"I'm your ride," said Shaka as he put her bag into the trunk of his Mercedes S63. "We got some stops to make before I take you where you need to be. Meanwhile I'll collect my fare now."

"Your fare?" asked Dee.

"Another kiss - but this time a real one." She didn't try to move away from him - they both knew that the time for such nonsense had passed. He had his little smile as he moved in and leaned down so that his mouth found hers. She had lifted her face to his almost without knowing she was doing it and she felt his lips and then his tongue as it sought her own. She opened her mouth, let her tongue meet his and threw her arms up around his neck. They shared a deep soul kiss for almost a minute and then he broke it. He saw the sparkle in her eyes and knew that he had timed it right. She was his now - it was just a matter of deciding how to enjoy her.

***

Their first stop wasn't far away - though the neighborhood was bleak to the extreme. The Mercedes pulled up by a group of young men stood on the corner. Shaka checked a pocket and then left the vehicle. He strode straight to the group of youths and they began talking. He nodded, gestured and then pointed down the road as if establishing a location. The corner-crew consulted and then one nodded. Shaka returned the nod and then walked back to his vehicle.

Contd....

[Blue Bull]

"First job half done," he said to Dee and they drove a couple of blocks to where another small group of African-American youths stood on the corner. Shaka went through the same routine and with the same result.

Back in the vehicle he gave a little grunt of satisfaction. "Never going to keep that trade out of areas like this. If you try you just spark a war. So we try and keep things quiet and away from the colleges. The crews are generally alright once they know you ain't competition but you also ain't to be messed with. These two crews had some beef over territory. No money in it - they just didn't want to see any of the other crew from their spot. Nothing in it - but half of them would get killed over it unless someone could make a parley. That's my job round here. So it's done and we can move on."

"Isn't it dangerous?"

"Depends what they hooking. I know these and they tough kids but they ain't crazy. In other situations we would act different. As long as I have my little friend," he patted his pocket, "these won't give me any problems."

***

Their next stop was a one-story building out on the edge of the city. Its vivid neon signs gave away the nature of the establishment and Dee hesitated to join Shaka in leaving the car.

"This is my world girl, you need to see it and it needs to see you. No-one will mess with you just so long as you stay close. He pushed one arm slightly away from his body and it seemed the most natural thing in the world for Dee to hook her own into it.

Dee had no doubts as to her safety with this man. But she was venturing into places a far cry from her own world of safely dull suburbia.

The music was loud - hitting them as soon as they entered the club. A small crowd, almost all men, were present either seated at tables or standing by the rail. Their eyes were fixed on the girl spinning her body round the pole that occupied the center of her small stage.

She felt his mouth by her ear. "Never told me what you drink."

He held his own ear down to hear her response. "A beer, please."

He made a hand signal to the man behind the bar. A beer arrived and Shaka passed it to her. Dee sipped at the cold drink as she took in the bar. She'd never been anywhere like this before.

The dancer was naked save for a tiny thong. Her full breasts bounced as she moved across the stage towards the rail. Men held out currency to entice her nearer. Her dark body shined with moisture from her efforts dancing in the hot air of the club.

"Spect you think she being done down? Keep watching. That's Tonisha - one of our newest girls. Here she does what she wants and she ain't made to do nothing she ain't happy with. She likes to dance and she's good at it. Men like to watch her dance and to maybe get a little closer in a lap-dance. Works three evenings a week, not the busiest, and she's taking home the national average wage after deductions. 'Fore she was here she was working at the Golden Arches. One time you might ask her where she feels she was being done down. Some of these girls got degrees and they happy to dance here. Tonisha ain't got no degree - this is how she gets to live and put some by for her future."

A man with a shaven head came over and bumped fists with Shaka. "All good tonight - not a bad crowd already and it'll heat up as we go on."

"How's the week looking Hoss?"

"Holding up, holding up. Like I always say - men will always want to see a pretty girl. Talking of which - ain't you gonna introduce me?"

"Yeah, this is my girl Dee. Dee, this is Hoss, the co-owner and manager of this fine establishment."

Dee hardly heard the introduction. Her thrill at being described by Shaka as, 'my girl', was almost too intense.

The music ended and the dancer came off stage - replaced as she went by another Black girl. Tonisha came over too them with a garter belt stuffed with currency and a tongue lolling out like a cartoon dog's.

"Damn, it's hot dancing tonight. Need a cool one if anyone'll take pity."

Shaka smiled - the hustle came natural to these girls. He signalled twice to the barman and soon a cold beer appeared in front of both Tonisha and Dee. Dee was nervous and felt a little out of place so she had been taking regular little drinks but her glass was still half-full. She registered that she would have to be careful - she'd never been a real drinker and now she was seriously out of practice.

Tonisha was looking at her. "You coming to dance?"

Dee almost spat out a mouthful of beer. Again with the dancing. First Cassius and now Tonisha. She liked to dance but she'd never done it for a crowd, let alone in a place like this.

"We have an amateur night..." ventured Hoss with a gleam in his eye.

Dee looked to Shaka. He was smiling at her confusion but stepped in to save her. "I don't think so - not just now anyway. Certainly not tonight - we got to roll."

***

Their last stop was familiar to her already - Silky's Bar. The dive was marginally busier - perhaps because it was later at night. Men lined the bar and Silky had a bar-man helping him. Shaka pulled out a stool for her, "I'll get you a drink." He moved up the bar to talk to the bar-man.

She felt isolated without his strong presence - even more so when a minute later she sensed men moving to the bar on each side of her. She glanced nervously. They were both young, only in their late twenties at the most, and both wore the uniform of the streets. They could easily have been members of one of the corner-crews that she'd seen Shaka talking to earlier on.

"Not seen you here before, babe."

"Nah, she come to get what she can't get at home."

They had moved closer to her now and she felt the pressure of their bodies against hers. A Black hand casually landed on her thigh as she sat on her stool.

"Yeah, we know what you here for and we got it here for you."

Maybe it was the beers but Dee didn't resist when he took her hand and held it to the front of his pants. Her fingers felt the hard bulge there.

"Latrell man - don't you know who she came with?" That was Silky.

"Shut the fuck up Silky. Don't matter who she came with, it matters who she's going home with."

A voice cut in, a voice laden with authority. "She's going home with the man she came with." Shaka was there with her beer. He snapped the fingers of his free hand and Latrell jumped away from the bar. The young man was wide-eyed now and staring at Shaka. "No dis man," his voice was almost panicked, "we just thought we was giving her what she came for."

Shaka stared at him - his face hard. Then he relaxed a little. "I'll let it slide but I don't want to see you here again tonight. Before you go you apologise to Silky for the disrespect."

The two youngsters bolted for the door and Shaka moved in close to Dee. "Oh yeah, you a frumpy old lady alright. I leave you thirty seconds and they already moving in on you. Well it's bad news for them cos when you here you my bitch. You got that? Time will come for sharing but just now I want to keep all that sweetness for my greedy self." He looked up, "Office in use Silky?"

The old bar-tender smiled. "Feel free - after all you are the owner."

Shaka gestured to the beer. "Drink that." She already felt a bit buzzed but she did as he demanded and drank it as quickly as she could. His big hand then found hers and he led her round the bar to a small room behind it.

There was a chair and a desk piled high with old invoices and flyers. Shaka swept a big pile off onto the floor with his free hand. Then, in a smooth movement he took Dee by the hips and lifted her till she was sitting on the edge of the desk with her legs hanging down off the ground.

His eyes held hers almost as if she was in a trance. His fingers came up to gently caress her face. "You been done wrong girl. Not just out there by those two but you been much deeper hurt over there. He don't know what he's got. He took a beautiful woman and stole her confidence. I could see that the second I saw you and I knew I had to possess you - to make you mine and at the same time set you free. When you over here you'll be my bitch and we ain't gonna be hiding it. How you feel going round the hood with me tonight? Be straight with me."

She thought. "It felt good Shaka, it felt ... special to be with you."

There was that little smile again - a smile of triumph, the smile of a winner. "But you is special, baby. That's how you should be feeling all the time. When you with a real man you know it coz they make sure you feel that way."

He gently raised her left leg and eased off her slip-on shoe. "First, we got to take off all this. Might feel comfortable but now you gonna be my bitch we gonna have to make some changes." With deft experienced fingers he proceeded to strip her down to her underwear. She only helped him when she needed to momentarily ease off the desk so he could remove her pants. Once done his imperious tap on the wood had her settling her butt back where he had placed her.

Finally he reached behind her and released her bra. His big hands moved to take her breasts. His thumbs gently teased her nipples. They had always been sensitive and she knew they were reacting to him. He bent his head down to her and took one nipple into his mouth. The warmth and his playful tongue worked on her body and she shuddered a little as she moaned softly.

Then his eyes were back locked on hers. "You don't disappoint, Dee. That husband of yours is blind or a fool. Well I'm not blind or a fool. I never saw no soccer mom, I knew who you really were from the moment I layed eyes on you and I know how a woman like you needs to be treated." He glanced down at her panties. "You gonna take them off for me - so we can do what needs to be done."

Maybe it was the beer or the moment or the truth of his words but Dee did a very dangerous and a very crazy thing. She eased her way out of her panties.

Shaka nodded gravely and then, almost ceremoniously, removed his pants. He stepped forward and eased Dee's butt forward to the very edge of the desk. Finally he let her see what she needed to see. Just as in her dreams Shaka was big and his cock stood proudly up against the muscles of his chest, dark skin against dark skin. He was hard and ready for her. He held his powerful shaft and ran the head of his cock up and down the lips of her exposed sex.

"This is a beautiful pussy - from now you keep it trimmed right back if you can't shave it. We both need to see this without anything in the way."

She knew what he meant. She was almost hypnotised by the contrast between the dark skin of his powerful cock and the pale skin of her pink pussy. She needed to see him enter her - to see the moment when he took her as his.

He tapped the big head of his cock against the top of her pussy - against her most sensitive part. "You want this, Dee. You sure you don't want to go home to your husband?"

"Yes Shaka, please.."

That warm flesh kept pressing against her and then being removed, teasing her with his nearness and his strength. "I'm going to - but on my conditions. I'm not a plaything for any beautiful white woman to come down and have fun with. When I take you I'll be doing just that. From then on I'll only be lending you back to him when you have to go back there. In reality you'll be belonging to me, you'll be my bitch. Got that?"

"Yes - I know that." She did, from the very core of her being. She understood there would be no going back to how things had been, no safe boring reality for her any more. Real life would become here - the way she was back home would be the sham, the act, the lie.

"Never saw a pussy needed a good fucking so bad. Been neglected way too long. Had a fool in charge who let things slide. Not no more. From now on this is mine and I'm going to take it when and where I want. Understand?"

"Please..." She just needed to have him in her - to see and feel him enter her.

"Nah," the big cock head tapped her again, "you need to say it. Who does this pussy belong to?"

"You Shaka."

"So I can have it when and where I want?"

"Yes Shaka."

He nodded and tapped her again with his cock. He seemed to ponder a moment and then moved forward his face close to hers. "When I take you there won't be any excuses. You'll have thought it out and took a decision and given yourself to me. If you want this," the heavy head of his cock tapped against her as if demanding admittance, "then that's how it has to be. I'm not dipping this once - I'm owning it. You get me?"

He stepped back and then dropped to his haunches between her legs. "A little down-payment," he said as he moved forward. She felt his breath on her pussy - his warm teasing breath. Then his fingers eased her apart and allowed his tongue to explore. His hands held her legs tight or she would almost have leapt off the desk at his first touch. Her sensations were at fever-pitch and every movement he made was a revelation. When his strong experienced tongue found her and began to pleasure her it all released in a mighty wave of lust and emotion and joy. Her legs shook in his hands and her body juddered and she put back her head and screamed. He didn't stop he just continued his deliberate practised and exquisite treatment of her. She didn't stop either - she continued to howl her response to him. The logical, careful, conservative, respectable Dee had gone. The passionate, sexual, free animal spirit of her was reborn and, at least for that moment, held her soul.

Finally he stopped and looked at her. She was breathing hard and had to refocus her eyes. She felt like she'd done a twenty-mile run - in truth she'd only been a couple of minutes under Shaka's sexual prowess. 'That was just the foreplay,' was the only thought running through her brain, 'sex with him would destroy me.' It sounded ridiculous but she knew it was literally true. The old Dee would not survive sex with this man. If he gave her what she desperately wanted, now more than ever, then she wouldn't be able to trust herself after that. She wouldn't know what else she might be ready to dare, to risk, to knowingly give up just to get more.

That moment would not come tonight. Shaka retrieved his clothes. "Coming back there won't be no alcohol or surprises or excuses. You come back here in June and you come back in that minivan of yours. That's what I want and that's what I'll get. That clear? Once you've given me what I want then I'll start giving you what you need. Start breaking the real Dee out of the crap that's been entombing her. I don't want his Dee - I want the real Dee."

He walked round the desk, opened a drawer and retrieved a box. He clicked his fingers and Dee, still naked, got off the desk after gingerly testing her wobbly legs to check they would support her. With studied care he removed her small diamond stud ear-rings - an anniversary gift from David in the early years of their marriage - and replaced them with his gift to her. They were three inch hoops in gold with an 'S' formed inside each hoop by silver encrusted with brilliants that caught the light. She would never have worn such ear-rings. Or, to be accurate, the old Dee would never have worn such ear-rings. She stood as he placed them in her ears and understood that he was marking her as his. If the patrons outside hadn't heard her howling the place down then one glance at her new hoops would tell them all they needed to know.

Shaka studied his work. "Hmmnnn, look real good on you Dee. Lets everyone know you're my bitch - let's them know to stand aside till I'm ready to share you. Best you get some clothes on before we step out there tho."

Dee stumbled her way back into her clothes. Her mind was in a whirl. When she was done Shaka handed her a small box. "Put them in your pocket." It was her old studs, her husband's loving gift to her. She realised that she would have forgotten them and left them here but for Shaka's gesture. She'd have to be sure to put them back in before she got home.

He left her at the hotel after taking both her hands in his. "Three things - so I know you serious about this. When I see you next you'll be wearing my hoops. You won't fly here you'll drive over in that nice minivan of yours. Then, of course, we'll need to set a date so you won't keep me hanging like last time." He named the date in June and even as he kissed her good-bye Dee knew that the fates had conspired against her.

The hoops were easy - the other demands not so much. She could just about get away for two days if she flew. There was no way she could take a week off and drive both ways across the country. Maybe Shaka planned on her not returning home but no matter what happened she knew that she would never leave her children. If she had to wear rags and eat slops and live with ... her husband ... she would NEVER leave her babies. Anyway such a long absence, even once, would be impossible to arrange outside the holidays and impossible at any time with David. It was out of the question anyway on the date Shaka had specified, had demanded. How bad could her luck be that he had asked for her to come to him, to be claimed by him, on her wedding anniversary?

The flight home was filled by regret - by the realisation that she couldn't make it happen. There was just no way - it would take a miracle...

***

David's face was serious. "We need to talk - I got called into my boss' office. There's a re-structuring going on."

She'd only just got home and knew it had to be serious for her husband to be shaken out of his torpor like this. Had he been fired?

He saw her expression. "No, Dee, I'm not being let go. It seems they've finally recognised my potential. They want to give me a promotion - more responsibility and some more money too."

She kept looking into his face. He'd wanted this for years - he should be jubilant. There should be champagne corks popping, at least metaphorically. Instead he looked worried.

"It's just, um, that it means re-locating. The job will be back home - in Ireton - and they need me to start almost immediately or it's a no-go."

Ireton. Up in the North of her old home state. Ireton. Thirty minutes drive from the Capital (or an hour if traffic was as terrible as usual). Ireton. An easy short drive from Shaka and all that Shaka offered her.

"They've arranged accommodation for me temporarily and once your college year is over you can all come out and join me. In the meantime you can come out for weekends while we set up a new permanent place. I know it's hard on you but you'd soon get another post in a good college back home and the kids might miss here for a while but they'd soon make new friends and they'd be so much closer to our families."

He was gabbling away and everything he said was true but she hated how he was saying it. Almost pleading with her to let him have what she knew was his greatest desire in life. Why didn't he just put the case to her and make the decision? It was clearly the right one. Why did he push the decision onto her - make it her responsibility?

She'd felt that Shaka was in the past as she flew home. Now she knew that the temptation of all he offered had not only returned but had just magnified a thousand-fold. Drive to him from here? No chance. From Ireton it would be so easy. That just left the matter of the date. Well, she'd leave it to fate and her husband to decide. If he could try to duck important decisions and load it all onto her then she could do the same - just that he wouldn't know it.

***

The chipmunk looked a little dishevelled. It nibbled on a nut and then lay back in some bracken and appeared to belch. The children giggled - they hadn't known chipmunks did that any more than Dee did.

Nearby was a slightly smaller chipmunk scurrying about and cleaning their nest. "The female tends to the living quarters and makes any necessary repairs." The voice-over was in that neutral accent that really could be from almost anywhere in the country. Clearly put onto this BBC nature programme to sell it to the States.

"The male waits as the female prepares their living accommodation." Mr Chipmunk seemed to be doing OK. He gazed about himself with a complacent air - he did remind Dee of someone - and then used a front paw to scratch his butt. More giggles from the kids.

"Nature is a world of competition and each must fight for his place and the right to a female." The camera cut to another chipmunk, a chipmunk sleek of fur and bright of eye. His fur seemed darker to Dee and he certainly seemed bigger than either of the other two. She knew the BBC carefully edited these shows but the new arrival really did seem to spot the female and begin to move in.

Mr Chipmunk suddenly became aware of the new arrival. He struggled upright out of his bracken couch and chattered in a high tone. The new arrival just came purposefully on and gave a single commanding squeek. That was it for Mr Chipmunk. His ears went down, he turned tail and he got out of there as quick as he could. The new arrival advanced to the nest and the female, without a passing glance at the retreating Mr Chipmunk, moved closer to him to exchange sniffs and nuzzles.

"The alpha male claims his prize." The new arrival moved around behind the female and...

"DAD - we were watching that!"

David had a set look on his face. He didn't like that sort of thing in family viewing.

'It was so easy in nature,' thought Dee, 'none of the complexities we humans load on ourselves. If he'd watched more of these shows he might have learned his lesson and been more of a man these last few years.' Well, it might be too late now but that was up to him. If he got his finger out and made an effort for their anniversary - it should be easier now he couldn't just follow his usual routine - then that would be one thing. If he didn't then, well, he should have learned his lesson from poor Mr Chipmunk.

End of Chapter 3....

[Blue Bull]

White teacher goes Black and finds a whole new world......


A Miss Is As Good As A Mile

Perhaps it was the increasing tension and frustration with David that made her do it. She had meant to play fair - to keep to the private agreement she had made with herself. However, as the days had passed and her husband had failed to mention their imminent anniversary she had felt the tension increase. She liked to be honest with herself and she had promised herself that if he let her down on this then she would go back to Shaka. She wasn't in any doubt what would happen if she went back to the powerful Black man. He would take her and use her for his pleasure. She had thought about that since their last meeting. She had thought about it a LOT. But she had to be fair to David and she had to follow the rules. Maybe it was the college teacher in her but she felt that if you didn't follow the rules then anything could happen and you really couldn't complain.

She had felt sure that the end of college would break David out of his lethargy. She thought back over the years to that other time - the frantic whirl of finishing the college year with her wedding day awaiting her at the weekend. It had all been a maelstrom of hard work and excitement. Then the day itself. She couldn't regret it - no matter how dull and predictable David had become - she had three wonderful reasons never to regret it. However, it had not turned out the way she had dreamed and hoped. Perhaps these things never did. She wasn't sure - she saw other couples that seemed to roll along quite happily. On the other hand, of course, she knew a lot that had split up. It seemed typical of her life with David that she was somewhere in the middle of those two groups - the safe boring middle.

She had been SURE that the end of the college year would remind her husband of their anniversary. But each night he rang her from Virginia and told her all he had been doing, how their new home was progressing and how the arrangements for his new job were going. He'd tell her he loved her but rather in the way that you'd talk to a pet dog. There was no passion or emotion - it was just something David assumed he was meant to say on such occassions.

That last week of college was the worst. The children had gone to Virginia to their grand-parents so that she and David could make the final arrangements for the permanent move. She was alone in the house - alone with her dreams of Shaka. Being there alone her sub-concious had seemed to take off. Her dreams had been lurid. Most women in her position would have thought them disgusting but Dee only knew that she had woken with her body covered with sweat and a moisture at her pussy that wasn't just perspiration. It was scary. She somehow knew that if she once gave herself to him then she might never be able to control herself again. If he really was as good as Jess and Emily said he was - and she had no reason to doubt them. he had given her a taste on their last meeting and it had been a strong brew indeed.

Finally, college had ended and they had arranged for the last of their things to be hauled across the country to the new place. It had been a long tiring process but when it was finally over it felt that a chapter of her life really had ended. She was going to be starting work at a college close to Ireton as cover for a teacher on maternity leave. That would let her get a sense of the local colleges and arrange something more permanent as the opportunity arose. Happily, there was always a shortage of qualified and experienced teachers. She could continue supply work for a while if necessary. That didn't seem likely though - she'd already been contacted by a college in the Capital. It felt strange to be head-hunted like that but perhaps the word just got around. Apparently the Taylor Foundation ran the college and had an opening for her. Strange way to operate - they hadn't even interviewed her. She had returned her thanks but pointed out she already had a position lined up. A man named Taylor had called her and wished her well while stressing that should she ever wish to take up a role in their colleges then she had only to let him know. Very weird - but kind of flattering. Her old college must have given her one hell of a reference! Or perhaps Mr Taylor had difficulty getting good teachers for his colleges - they were in massively African-American areas.

The first evening that they were all in their new home she had found herself hanging on her husband's every word. Her anniversary was the day after tomorrow. It was time for him to tell her what was on the agenda - it was time for him to express his appreciation for her moving across the country and leaving her good job for the benefit of his career. She waited and waited and waited. He never mentioned their anniversary. All he talked about was his new office and his new boss and his new colleagues. Concentrating on the future was a good thing but...

It was on the next day, the eve of their anniversary, that it happened.

She had felt days of tension as she waited to see if David would pass the test that she had set for him without his knowledge. However, on this final day that tension turned to irritation and then to frustration and then to anger. She had a pretty good measure of the person her husband was and she would never have imagined that he would just have forgotten their anniversary. She might only get a card and some flowers or a drive to a local restaurant - that after all was what David thought was expected of him. It was his duty as a husband. As formulaic and robotic as his attempts to fulfil his other duties as a husband over the last few years.

By the time that David got back from work that evening Dee felt she was ready to almost explode. All his failings as a husband, all his failings as a man, just seemed encapsulated in this particular failing. Well - it freed her to do what she needed to do. It freed her to take the minivan and drive it north to the Capital, to a man who could and would give her what she needed.

It had been building up for days and weeks. Perhaps that was why Dee did it. Perhaps that was why she broke the rules she herself had set. When David sat down for his evening meal he opened his mouth and she suddenly knew what he was going to say. "Honey, about tomorr..."

Dee didn't consider her actions or think about what she was doing. She just acted on pure instinct. "David - I didn't tell you but I've been called up for a teacher's seminar in the capital tomorrow. Part of my new job - familiarizing myself with state teaching practises and the new curriculum. I know you didn't have anything planned for tomorrow because of all that's going on but it's a two-day program and it has been suggested that I stay up there to get to know my new colleagues."

She saw the hurt in his eyes and knew that he had been building up to a little announcement. Well, he had left it that little bit too late. He had taken her for granted just once too often. For a fleeting split-second she considered staying home the next day with him but then dismissed it. She would be going to Shaka tomorrow and she wouldn't be going because of what her husband did or didn't do today. It wouldn't be luck or fate. It would be her considered decision to go and that decision had now been made.

How It's Gonna Be

The white Honda Odyssey could have reached the Capital in thirty minutes if the traffic didn't always at least double the journey. There was certainly no need to break the drive but Dee still stopped about half-way at a rest stop. She found the bathrooms and was pleased to find them clean and bright with a big mirror above the hand-basins. She added a little more lipstick and then used an empty stall to change her outfit. She'd left home in her usual teaching gear - very respectable. Her new outfit wasn't anything outrageous but it was a little more what she hoped Shaka would like. Her slacks were swapped for a skirt that wasn't too short but showed a nice bit of leg. Her blouse and a thin jacket were perfectly respectable but she perhaps undid one button more than she ever would have at college.

Finally, in front of the mirror in the bright lights, she checked herself over. Not too shabby for a mom of three! The final touch was symbolic and vital. She removed her studs from her ears and replaced them with Shaka's ear-rings. They looked huge and gaudy - but she realised that was the point. Where she was going they would be sending a message. She felt her breathing accelerate a little. Just thinking about it got her going! She took a deep breath, gave the woman in the mirror a nervous smile and then headed back to her Odyssey.

A quick phone call and a few instructions to her GPS and Dee was headed for their meeting. Just hearing Shaka's strong deep voice had turned her legs to jelly for a moment. He'd seemed pleased to hear from her but not surprised. He'd clearly taken it as a certainty that she would come to him as he had instructed her. Whatever the difficulties, whatever the risks, he had known that she would come. Like David he had taken her for granted but instead of annoying her it just seemed natural and right from a man like Shaka. He would take it for granted that she would come and once there he would expect... She knew what he would expect and she knew that by deciding to come she was already giving herself to him. She had to shake her head and blink her eyes to get her full attention back onto the road.

When she arrived at the rendezvous she saw Shaka and another man standing by his car. The two men bumped fists and then the stranger drove off in the Mercedes. Shaka was left standing there as Dee parked up. When she opened her door Shaka clicked his fingers and then pointed to the spot on the ground just in front of where he stood.

Dee didn't hesitate - she rushed across the parking lot to him and as she reached her goal a strong arm pulled her to him and his mouth found hers. She felt his tongue and opened her mouth to let him lay down a deep soul kiss on her. She felt like a love-sick teenager swept off her feet. Knowing that a man like this wanted her - that she was going to give herself to him - was almost too much.

He broke the kiss and took a step back to carefully scrutinize her. A big Black finger came up to gently touch her left hoop ear-ring with its prominent 'S' motif. He nodded and smiled his satisfaction.

"That's a real good start. You know what wearing those hoops means don't you."

Dee nodded - but that wasn't enough for him.

"Tell me what wearing my hoops means - show me you remember."

"It tells everyone that I'm your..."

"That you're my what?"

"That I'm your bitch. That I'm with you until you choose to share me."

The brilliant smile broadened a little and Shaka took her chin between two of his fingers. He eased her face up so she was looking into his deep brown eyes. "That's right - those hoops let everyone know you one of my girls. That you are my property. They tell YOU that too - don't they."

Dee's eyes were huge as she nodded her acceptance of her new role.

"Yes," said Shaka softly, "you are going to do just fine as one of my bitches. We gonna see what you have to offer and we gonna test your potential. Gonna be fun. You best know what I expect from my bitches tho."

He smiled again as she stood waiting for him to continue.

"In my experience most teachers like to run the show. Well, in this relationship I'm the teacher you understand. I ain't like some men, I expect my bitches to do what they're told. Got that - you need to be trusting me to know what that hot white pussy of yours needs to keep her satisfied."

Dee swallowed - her mouth suddenly felt dry. He was so different to her husband - so different in every way. It had been what she thought she wanted but did she dare go ahead with this?

He was still watching her closely. "First thing is that my bitches don't lie to me. I was talking to Jess and she told me you ain't been totally honest with me."

Dee said nothing - she wanted to know what he meant.

"I told them how you was worried about being over-the-hill and forty and shit and she just laughed. Said she didn't know too many women who added years ONTO their age. Mostly they was busy trying to knock a few years off. She said she thought you was 36, maybe 37 or 38 at most."

Dee remained quiet as if hypnotised by his beautiful eyes.

"You tell me now. The truth mind."

"I'm 36."

He smiled. "Good girl. He reached for her bag and drew out her I.D. He examined it. "Yes - 36 years old. Now why would you have been trying to put me off. Real foolish of you - I'd take a class-looking piece like you whatever her birth certificate said. You was trying to put me off?"

Dee nodded - a blush at her cheeks. She felt like a naughty pupil caught out in a foolish lie.

"Didn't work did it. Any other reason?"

Dee shook her head.

"Wouldn't be that other little difference between a woman in her late 30s and one in her early 40s would it?"

Dee's heart sank. She knew what he was getting at now.

"A woman in her forties most likely won't be having no more babies. But a 36-year old - she's a different matter ain't she? You on birth control?"

"I've brought condoms"

Shaka raised an eyebrow and his smile disappeared as his lips tightened. "I don't fuck condoms - I fuck white pussies. So we best be understanding this. If I feel you deserving of it then today I'm going to fuck you and I ain't gonna be using no condoms and I AM gonna be planting my potent nigga seed as deep in you as I can. That understood?

Dee's throat was so dry she didn't feel able to talk but she nodded.

"Your ride's over there - you gonna drive it back home or we gonna spend some time together?"

Her voice almost squeaked as she tried to speak. "Together - please Shaka."

"What I spoke about - it a dangerous time for you?"

"I don't think so," she said as her mind raced to make the calculations. It hadn't been an issue for so long.

"OK - don't worry about it. I won't breed you unless you ask me too. Now let's roll - we got a lot to do."

Almost before she knew it Dee was back in her vehicle but now in the passenger seat. Shaka got behind the wheel and drove them out of the parking lot and out into the city. It only seemed right that Shaka was driving because he'd made it real clear who was going to be in charge from now on.

His New Project

As Shaka drove Dee looked out the windows of her vehicle at a landscape which subtly shifted as they drove. From sterile suburbia they moved through a commercial area and then warehousing space before Shaka turned off the freeway onto his patch. She knew what to expect now. Pockets of renewal surrounded by areas of neglect or dereliction. Tags adorning most buildings. Shuttered shops that didn't look likely to open again. Groups of youngsters gathered on the corners. The occasional blare of music - all of the 'urban' variety of course.

It was no shock for Dee - Shaka had taken her round his world twice before, though both times in darkness. Somehow the street lights and gaudy neon of the liquor stores and mini-marts had distracted her from a lot of things. She noticed them now. It was a world foreign to where she had grown up or lived. A whole different eco-system and round here Shaka was the big cat, the apex predator.

They drove a while until Shaka turned behind a project, carefully taking the Odyssey over a road that didn't look to have seen a repair in thirty years. Gravel scrunched under their wheels and they rocked a little on the uneven surface. Finally they came into an area of gravelled open ground surrounded by derelict warehousing. It was empty but there was the usual sign of human activity. Garbage scattered all around.

"Useful place this," said Shaka dryly, "for when a man gets impatient."

She looked at him - waited for him to explain.

"Up on the drag there - that's where most of the girls work evenings and nights. To get back to their cribs is a ten minute drive and time is money. So they generally bring their clients down here to transact business. So watch your feet when you get out - used rubbers and a needle or two around here." He opened his door and stepped out of the vehicle.

Dee paused a moment and then followed suit. She was nervous but it wasn't like the trash was ankle deep or anything. She joined Shaka at the front of her Odyssey and then he took hold of her arm and looked hard into her eyes.

"Like I say - this is for men who got tired of waiting. You know I been wanting this ever since Jess told me about you and I been real impatient ever since you came into Silky's. I'm not used to having to wait and I'm not doing it one minute longer. Understand."

She nodded. Now she knew why he had brought her here. This wasn't a romance - it was a primal thing, a sex thing, a fucking thing. He had brought her here to fuck and she felt her body react to his urgency, his insistence, his claiming of her.

He turned her to face the front of her vehicle. A big hand pushed forward on her back and she stretched her hands out to grasp the windshield. His shoe went between her feet and pushed them apart. The hand at her back moved up to grasp the collar of her jacket. He used his other hand to pull up her skirt and tuck it into her waistband. All very purposeful and businesslike. Dee had followed instructions - she was naked beneath her skirt and now Shaka had exposed her fully to the world. They both knew what was going to happen next. Shaka was going to fuck his new white bitch,

Dee felt the cool of the air on her exposed naked behind. She shivered a little - not from the temperature but from the danger of being exposed like this. Well, that was only part of it she admitted to herself. More, it was Shaka's confidence, the remorseless quality of his actions over the last couple of minutes. From the moment she had agreed to be with him ... fully. He'd taken ownership of a new bitch and he was eager to try her out. For a split-second she compared him with the weakness and hesitancy of her husband - then she dismissed David from her mind and concentrated on her new life.

She heard his zipper sound and wanted to turn round, to see his beautiful Black cock.

"Uh-uh," Shaka's grip tightened on her collar and held her hard against the front of her minivan, the vehicle she used to take her children to their thousand-and-one appointments and activities and sports meets. That shiver ran through her body again, harder this time. She knew that this was so wrong, so terribly wrong. However, she had never felt so alive, so vibrant, so real. She knew what she needed to feel and she wasn't left waiting long.

"Cute little cracka ass," and then she felt his big hand land gently on her butt. He laughed to himself and then spoke sotto voce. "Gonna have a lot of time to play with that later. Just now we got urgent business." The hand moved and Dee felt fingers at the entrance to her exposed pussy. They teased and explored her for a moment. "Seems teacher-lady is hot to fuck. Real warm and wet back here. What you think?"

"Yes - please Shaka. Make love to me."

"Oh no - got a wife for that. You I'm gonna fuck and fuck hard. Gonna give you what you been needing."

Dee felt a blunt object at the entrance to her pussy. Thick and hard and Black. She knew what it was and tried to relax herself, to remember to breath.

Shaka lined himself up and then pushed his hips forward. His cock claimed the first few inches of his new piece of white pussy. He was satisfied and moved his hand to take a firm grasp on her hip. He didn't want any moving or squirming. There was no finesse about this. She'd been leading him a merry dance and it was time they sealed the deal. He needed to nut and he needed to nut as deep in her as he could. From that moment he knew she'd be his, she'd do what he wanted and when he wanted. He'd seen that look in a white woman's eyes before. The aching need for a real man. Well Dee had found one and she'd never be the same again.

Contd....

[Blue Bull]

Dee gasped at the first contact and then again as he established his rhythmn of thrusts. Each repetition claiming a little more of her - each repetition taking her further from the safe comfortable tedium of her old life. She held onto the windshield of her vehicle - the ultimate badge of her status as a 'soccer mom' - as the power of his fucking threatened to take her off her feet. She wasn't sure she wouldn't have fallen anyway but for that strong hand gripping her collar. He was so big, so powerful, so masterful. She hadn't known what to expect if ... when ... this moment came. This was almost brutal in its simplicity, a pure expression of her new man's desire for her.

She shifted her hand inwards to take a new hold.

"Keep that hand out there," growled Shaka, "I want to see that ring."

She obeyed immediately. Of course he wanted to see it - the proof that he had claimed another white boy's woman. The evidence of the magnitude of his triumph, the evidence of just how much his new bitch was risking to get some of his Black cock. Dee felt that shiver of desire flood through her again at the knowledge that she was pleasing him.

Almost in mirror of her thoughts Shaka growled again, "Fucking good piece of white pussy - tight like no real man's ever had it before. That's gonna be changing - I'm gonna be ruining this for that white boy of yours."

"Yes," responded Dee, "do it, do it..."

Shaka was still pounding away at her - hard strokes. Skin now meeting skin as his big Black cock went all the way into her receptive pussy. Each stroke pushing her against her vehicle.

"Nearly time to claim you teacher-girl." His hand moved from her hip round her body and with consummate skill found and exploited her clit.

The whole situation had held Dee on the edge and now his fingers set her off. She shuddered through her whole body, sobbed into the windshield and wanted to scream out her need for him.

He slowed his stroke to long deep thrusts, each trying to reach every part of her. She mewled a little - but she knew she had to follow his lead.

"What you want teacher-girl?"

"I need you to ... fuck me."

"Don't sound sure about that - make me believe it."

"Please - fuck me, I need it."

"Can't hardly hear you - not sure I believe you."

"FUCK ME"

"Thass more like it - but you need to holla it out there.

"FFUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKK MMMMEEEEEE!!!!."

She screamed it out with her whole soul, her whole essence. She howled her surrender out into the trash-strewn wasteland and once she had done it she just kept doing it. Kept letting out the years of sexual frustration and neglect.

Shaka's response was immediate - resuming his strong powerful fucking of her. She knew he wouldn't stop again until he had got what he was here for, until he had claimed her - until he had filled her with his baby-making African seed.

"You're mine now," he grunted close to her ear and then a couple of fierce thrusts flattening her against the Odyssey. Was it her imagination or did she actually feel it - the strong spurts of seed into her body. His fingers got to work again and she gasped and struggled in his hold.

She was just coming down from her climax when she heard him.

"She's a hot one Shaka."

Dee spun round to see another man watching them, a man with a phone in his hand, She suddenly realised her position and moved a hand down to cover herself.

Shaka didn't seem surprised - quite the opposite. "How's it going Fess?"

Fess looked to be in his late fifties but might have been ten years younger or older. It was hard to tell. He had grey stubble almost long enough to be a beard. His clothing was an African-style multi-coloured shirt and a pair of chinos. Clean - but well-worn.

"No need to hide from the Professor. My bitches don't hide from my friends." Shaka's voice was commanding. Dee lowered her hand and let him see her pussy - also let him see the first of Shaka's seed start to trickle down her thigh.

"Might like to get a pic of that," advised Shaka.

"Fuck yeah - she look hot like a tamale. She as good as she looks."

"Better - but I've hardly even started with her yet. Be a while till I'm inclined to share. You interested?"

"Fuck yeah. She's a tight little dime. Don't look like the usual hood-rat ya know?"

"Oh I know. Get any more pics you need Fess."

The little African-American began taking pictures. Dee didn't know how to react. Pictures of her like this were a very bad idea. Her family, her career, her whole life - just one of those pictures could destroy everything.

Dee suddenly felt a chilling feeling. Was that the idea? Did they plan to hold the pictures over her - to blackmail her?

Fess finally stopped taking pics and fiddled with his phone. "All posted," he said.

Dee felt Shaka's hand on her ass and heard his satisfied comment. "Think this one is going to be real popular."

"Posted?" asked Dee.

"Yeah - got a website out there for brothas who are appreciative of the hottest in fine white hos. I'll give you the address - let you see what all those dirty-minded niggas want to do to a little white-bread college teacher like you." He let out a deep laugh.

"But..."

Shaka casually raised a hand. "Fess knows what he's doing. They ain't likely to ID you. Fess'll keep the full-face pics to himself - right Fess."

"As always Shaka. These babies will help me through many a long lonely night."

Now Dee knew that they had never for one moment been contemplating blackmail. Why would they? They were confident in their hold over her and it had nothing to do with threats or exposure. It was all about how she felt when she was with Shaka. Alive, vibrant, sexy - a desirable woman rather than a tired over-burdened soccer mom.

It hadn't been a projected blackmail. Shaka was just showing off his new bitch - maybe even advertising her. She felt a little shiver run through her at the thought. The scruffy little cameraman would be 'enjoying' her pics for years to come. She knew the thought should have repulsed her but she loved the fact he found her sexy. Almost before she knew it the words were out of her mouth.

"I think we can do some better pics Fess."

The little man raised an eyebrow and then smiled broadly when Dee began to unbutton her blouse. He raised his phone and Dee began to pose for him.

Shaka watched on as his new white bitch performed for Fess and for the camera. He liked that. She was getting to understand her place, her role in all this. She ended on her knees before Shaka kissing his Black cock.

Shaka lifted her back to her feet. "Show her the pics Fess."

The shabby little man brought his phone over and ran through those he had just taken - watching Dee's reaction with a little smile. "Camera loves you baby..."

Dee was loving the pictures right back. She caught her own expression in them - as if she was seducing the camera. She hadn't really known she was doing it - it had just come naturally in the moment. Like so much else in her new life. If she followed her instincts, her deepest desires, then she found herself doing things she could never have imagined, feeling things she had never felt. The woman in the pics looked like her but she knew it really wasn't her. The confidence, the seductiveness, the raw sexuality - how she wished that really was her.

"Like 'em babe?" Fess asked.

"They're amazing. I've never seen myself like that. I don't know how to thank you."

"I got an idea how you can." Shaka opened a door of the Odyssey. "Try a seat for size Fess."

Fess settled down in one of the back-seats. Shaka walked round the vehicle and opened the opposite door. "Get in Dee and show my friend your appreciation - let him see how that pretty white mouth ain't only good for talking."

She looked at him for a heart-beat and then at Fess. Fess saw her look and gave a little shrug as if to say, 'I knew it was too good to be true.' That was enough for Dee. She knew that Shaka was testing her and she knew that Fess would remember this afternoon for a long time. She got into the back of the Odyssey and scooted across the seat towards him. As she reached for his pants belt she saw his face break into a wide grin. She felt naughty and wild. About to give a blow job to this Black stranger out almost in public. About to do it in the back of her own vehicle where her children normally rode. She felt the heat of the scenario pulsing through her whole body. Her fingers rushed to undo his belt and then his pants. They found the bulge there - hard and ready for her. She pulled down his shorts and his cock sprang free. Five or six inches - but that didn't matter. What mattered was that he was Black and hard with desire for her.

Dee was aware that she was inexperienced in oral sex. David did not approve of such things. However, Fess didn't seem to mind. From the first time she took him into her mouth he was half moaning and half laughing. High on the pleasure of having a beautiful white woman sucking on his old Black cock. He gave her little comments of encouragement. She played with him a little, teasing him with her tongue and enjoying his reactions. It was as if they were playing a game but that cock in her mouth was as hard as a rock.

She felt the vehicle shift as new weight was added to it. She saw Fess smile and then settled herself to the serious business of getting him off. She already instinctively knew that Shaka had got in behind her and soon she felt her skirt lifted and his cock press against her pussy once more. Her little white pussy was in no mood to resist its big Black invader. In fact it was so warm and wet and welcoming that it seemed to almost draw Shaka in.

"Hmmmnnn," Dee breathed onto Fess's cock, "Daddy's home."

She heard Shaka's bass rumble of a laugh as he began to fuck her. Then everything was subsumed into the incredible sensations and emotions of pleasuring two Black men at the same time. It didn't last long. Fess obviously wasn't too used to this either. He came quickly and he came hard - strong spurts of cum into her mouth. Dee used all her mental strength not to cough or to spit. She knew it was important that she accepted Fess's tribute like a good little white slut should.

Shaka paused in his fucking. "Show him," he ordered.

Dee opened her mouth to show Fess his cum filling her mouth.

"Now swallow it teacher-lady."

Dee tried and got most of it down but then coughed at the viscous liquid sliding down her throat. She put her hand to her mouth and held it shut - rallied herself for a moment and then very obviously swallowed what remained. Then she opened her mouth again to show Fee she had taken all that he had given her.

"Damn," said Fess.

"Yeah, she's still learning but teacher-girl here is a pure natural little white ho. Ain't that so little bitch?"

"Yes - now fuck me Shaka," was Dee's response. Again her body had taken over. She was operating on pure instinct. She had loved pleasing Fess but Shaka was her man and Shaka needed to prove it to her again.

He turned her onto her back. Then he moved forward and ran the head of his big Black cock up and down her pussy lips. "You can see now why you need to be trimmed at the least. Gives a good clear view of when you getting yo'self properly Blacked. Gonna be happening a lot from now on - you know that don't ya."

"Yes," said Dee as she watched the amazing contrast of his coal-Black cock taking possession of her white pussy. Shaka slid home with ease - like a hand into a perfectly-fitted glove. Like he was meant to be there - which, she now knew, he was.

"Yes ... Yes ... Yes."

She heard Fess chuckling as he moved about. Knew he was taking more photographs. Guessed that Shaka probably had too. So there were pics of her half-naked, her sucking off a shabby old Black man, her being fucked in and against her vehicle by another Black man. She didn't care - all she cared about was how fucking good that big Black cock could make her feel. His hand pushed into her still unfastened blouse and teased her hard nipple. It had always been a 'weakness' of hers and it seems Shaka had found that out - just as he seemed to find out everything about her. She felt the pressure growing in her, began to try to push herself up after each thrust of Shaka's cock. To keep him as deep in her as he could.

Shaka savoured his conquest, relished every moment of her surrender to him. In some things her technique was lacking - courtesy of that limp-dicked white boy who was supposed to be her husband. That didn't matter - that would come with experience and experience came thick and fast for Shaka's bitches. What you couldn't replace or reproduce was the desire, the spirit. He'd been pretty sure she had it but you never KNEW about that till it came to it. Well he was reassured. Under that white-bread teacher-lady exterior there was a dirty little white ho and he was going to enjoy bringing her out. She was already learning that her greatest pleasure was giving pleasure to the Black man. Courtesy of Fess she'd learned real quick that meant Black men, plural not singular. Dee was going to be a little white hot-wife in serious demand.

He dropped his body down onto hers. His mouth found her neck and he sucked at the delicate pink skin there. He felt her quiver beneath him, felt her pussy tighten on his cock and he let his seed go. His lips came up to her ear. "Now you belong to me teacher-lady. You a Black man's woman now." He held her tight as she came again.

At Silky's

They drove on into the Capital as the light was fading. She had time to think and not just about her experiences of the day. She remembered one or two things Shaka had said. How he'd wanted her since Jess had told him about her. She suddenly had a strong suspicion that her old pupil had set her up to be Blacked. Again she was aware that her reaction was not what outsiders would assume. She didn't feel trapped and she didn't feel Jess and Emily had tried to trap her. It had been more that they had wanted to share something with her and they had needed to manoeuvre into a position where she could accept it.

She felt very practical about it. Did she regret being here? Did she wish she hadn't decided to come? No and no. She felt more alive than she had done in years. She felt HERSELF again, rather than just being what society and people around her needed her to be. So could she hold a grudge against Jess and her friend? No. Not that those two young ladies didn't deserve a good spanking! She suddenly giggled.

"OK, sweetness?" Shaka looked across at her.

"Oh I'm way better than OK. Where are we going next?"

"We been there before - Silky's. Need to check in there and show off my new acquisition."

"You think they'll approve?"

"Oh yeah - there you is fishing for compliments. Like you don't know they'll all be wanting a piece. So you best be keeping your eyes open too. See if any of the local brothas take your fancy. Chances are you'll be getting to know a lot of them real well pretty soon."

Dee contemplated that - felt the warmth steal through her body again. It kept her humming right up till the point where Shaka turned into the parking lot of Silky's. Dee just had time to notice the fresh coat of paint on the building. Then they were greeted by a well-built African-American on the door. He spoke with a thick accent, showing his links to Africa were close indeed.

"Evenin' Shaka, evenin' Lady."

The words were polite but the man's eyes seemed to take in every inch of her in a split-second. Dee felt a slight flush come to her cheeks. The man gave her a little smile and gave her a wink. Shaka bumped fists with the man and then guided Dee into the bar.

The wave of noise hit them both as they entered. There was a good crowd in and their talk and laughter had to compete with a pumping sound-track.

Shaka signalled to the bar and was acknowledged by Silky. He was serving drinks with a couple of college-age white girls. Aside from them every person in the bar was African-American. Dee suddenly realised the fact and also realised it was the first time she had ever been in such a situation.

She felt Shaka's hand on her arm - moving her forward. She knew he had sensed her momentary hesitation. The touch of his hand instantly told her that he was there and she had nothing to fear from new situations like this but it also told her that the time for such hesitations was now over. She had made her choice, had crossed her own personal Rubicon, there was no going back. She could embrace her new self or risk falling between these two worlds - the exciting new world of Shaka and the dull predictable world of David.

She put her shoulders back and a broad smile onto her face. She strode ahead of Shaka towards the group of men he had guided her towards.

They were mostly in their thirties or early forties. Dressed casually - working men rather than businessmen or street thugs.

They looked to Shaka for the moment. "This is my new girl Dee - just letting her see how friendly folks are at Silky's." He gave a little smile and that seemed to be a signal to the six men. They crowded around Dee - all talking at the same time.

"Don't be shy baby - we all REAL friendly here."

"Old Shaka can pick 'em - you are a fine little piece ain't you."

"Silky's got your beer here - set another one up for the lady man. Gotta show we know how to treat a beautiful lady like her."

"Tell us about yourself girl - what brings you here."

The men weren't all incredibly handsome or built like Greek Gods. They were just ordinary men, Shaka stood a good half-foot taller than any of them. But they were very happy to pay Dee attention. It was quite something - something you certainly didn't get if you had a husband on your arm or young children in tow. She was hearing the 'chat' and seeing the glint in the men's eyes. She was noticing their glances straying where it wasn't totally polite for a man's eyes to stray. She glanced at Shaka. He smiled at her and raised an eyebrow.

He was testing her again and she knew every test took her a little further down the road. It wasn't that she didn't want to tread that path it was just that it was new and dangerous and sometimes not a little scary. The tests eased her in the right direction, let her know that he approved. Again it struck her that Shaka was way too smooth at all this - that he must have done this many times before. Taken a white woman and turned her into what he wanted her to be. What was the phrase they used? 'Turned her out.'

She was a little nervous still and kept taking pulls from the big glass of beer pushed into her hand. She found the alcohol helped relax her - soon found a second glass replacing the first. Once her initial hesitation was out of the way she found being their center of attention real easy to get used to. They were asking about her, cracking jokes, complimenting her. Which was moving along nicely until they noticed her rings and started asking about her husband.

"You got a white boy waiting up at home for you baby?"

"He know where his wife's at?"

"How you know he ain't stepping out - one of them open marriages - maybe he got a cute little Black secretary."

She explained that he didn't know where she was and that she was sure he was at home. He certainly hadn't had anything arranged...

"How you know that?" That was Shaka's voice cutting in.

"Well because it's ..." Dee steeled herself, she might as well tell them, "... it's our wedding anniversary tonight."

They liked that - they really liked that. Whoops and laughs drew the attention of others at the bar.

"Shit he must be a sorry mutha-fucker if you left him at home on yo' anniversary night!"

"What you mean Floyd, if he let a fine piece like this out tonight then he don't fucking deserve her."

"Tell you - if I was him I'd be making you feel like a Queen, baby, never let you even think of straying. What's that fool doing!"

Contd....

[Blue Bull]

"Fuck him - long as this cute little dime is coming round here I couldn't give a fuck what her husband thinks."

That seemed to be the considered opinion. Her husband was an idiot and she was in the right place. Dee, at that moment, couldn't say she disagreed.

Shaka told them a little about how Dee had ended up there tonight. His audience enjoyed it - hung on his every word. It was still hard for Dee to understand that he was talking about her. The sexy little slut who had a fool for a husband and who was Shaka's new white bitch. That was her. It had to be - because that was Shaka's big Black hand holding onto her little white butt!

Suddenly Dee noticed that Shaka's attention had been drawn to the other side of the bar. She followed his gaze and saw a new entrant to the bar. The woman was about her own age and height, red-haired and fair-skinned, dressed to impress the Black man.

It was clearly working too. Shaka's attention was riveted on the red-headed slut. Dee felt jealousy surge through her body.

Shaka leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Keep my friends entertained - I got to look after something."

He set off across the bar. If looks could kill then that red-headed whore would have shrivelled and died under the force of Dee's gaze. Who the fuck did she think she was? She felt her new confidence start to deflate. How long had she held Shaka's attention once he had fucked her. Forty minutes - an hour at best?

"Hey baby, don't be looking over there. You never gonna be short of men want a taste of that fine sugar."

"Yeah - take your pick baby, Shaka won't mind a double-date. He's probably arranging it right now."

They might be right - Shaka was a law unto himself. She certainly didn't get to tell him what to do - that had never been apart of the arrangement. She realised that Shaka's moving off had encouraged the other men. Whatever HE was doing these Black men had no problem recognising that she was worthy of all their attention.

The last one who had spoken was a few years younger than her, with a pleasant open face and a ready smile. A girl could do a LOT worse. If Shaka's eye could wander, well...

She locked her eyes on his deep brown ones. Gave him a little smile and leaned into him so his lips almost touched her ear as he spoke.

"Oh shit, fucking Darius, teach us for hanging out with a pretty boy like him."

The comment was amused, not angry. Dee jumped as a hand tapped her butt.

"Teacher-lady is getting naughty - might need a spanking. Darius'll have to wait - your man is calling."

She looked over and Shaka was signalling to her. He and the red-head were no longer alone. Another man had joined them. He wasn't as tall as Shaka but he was over six feet and just as powerfully-built. His skin was dark but at his wrists and his neck she could see the swirls and patterns of intricate tattoo designs. His face showed no ink and had a handsome symmetry to it. Just now, however, his features were set in an expression of serious purpose.

Dee couldn't help admiring him - he was another alpha male. But he was another alpha male on Shaka's territory. She was nervous again now but she went straight to her man's side.

As soon as she got there Shaka raised a hand and gently indicated one of her ear-rings with the 'S' marked out in flashing brilliants within the gaudy golden hoops. "See," he said, "my bitch is wearing my mark. So everyone knows just who she belongs to. Got another pair in the office would look just right on Georgia here."

Georgia - so that was the red-headed tramp's name. It didn't seem to matter now. She and the red-head were just pawns in the game being played by the two men. They were like two magnificent lions prowling round each other, testing each other out. The lords of all they surveyed. If one showed weakness then the other would claim his prize. Prestige and, of course, white pussy.

The big tattooed man didn't seem daunted by the presence of Shaka. He didn't quail or retreat - he answered in kind. "No doubt they would - but I have my own plans for her. That said I'm liking the look of your little bitch there - I'd be ready to put in a good offer for her."

Dee couldn't help it, she gasped in shock and then struggled to bring her expression back under control. It had been so blatant. He had just offered to buy her - like some sort of a prostitute or even a slave, a sex slave. She suddenly noticed that Georgia was watching her. She half expected to see jealousy there to match her own. She didn't - instead she saw a little concern for Dee and recognition. The expression of a sister, a sister more experienced in the ways of men like these.

She had half expected Shaka to attack the new man but he merely chuckled at the suggestion that he would sell Dee.

"I only just started training her - having way too much fun to let her go just yet." Dee felt him gently move up behind her and one Black hand found an erect nipple as it poked through her white blouse. He was displaying her to this other man. She couldn't suppress a little whimper but she didn't resist even when his other hand reached down between her legs and pulled up her skirt. There was a flash of neatly trimmed pubic hair and then his hand was on her pussy. He murmured into her ear, "Yeah, teacher lady, good to know you learning yo' lessons. No panties - just like the rules say. But it needs to be bare too - don't care what you tell that limp-dicked White-boy husband of yours."

It was a performance. Shaka had shown his rival that she was a teacher, that she had a white husband, that she belonged totally to the Black man who was so openly displaying her charms. He was taunting the other man with the quality of his little white bitch, flaunting Dee in his face. She suddenly realised the beautiful red-head wasn't competition. Shaka would take her if he could - of course he would - but he was showing that he rated Dee at least as high. Besides, Shaka was man enough for both of them.

Oh God but it was intoxicating, a dangerously strong brew for a white woman like her. Being around these men - being the focus of their desires and lusts. It felt so damned good - so damned addictive. She had been denied a taste of such attention for so long and now she was getting it premium-strength and in no shortage. It could overwhelm her, it was overwhelming her. She couldn't go back to how she had been now.

She heard a voice, "Looks like premium pussy", and realised that it had been speaking about her, about her pussy.

Shaka was still holding her - displaying her to all his friends as well as to the man with Georgia. "Oh yes," said Shaka, "you'd best believe it. Pussy made for the pleasure of a Black man. Warm and wet - seems my little bitch liked the idea of us fighting, or maybe it was the idea of me selling her to a stranger." It might have been his words or his expert fingers but Dee was whimpering again between short gasps for breath as Shaka's skilled fingers worked on her. "You like the idea of being Izeye's little slave girl?"

Dee couldn't help moaning out loud. She knew that it was crazy, knew that it was wrong, but she couldn't deny how these men made her feel.

It seemed that Shaka was enjoying the effect he was having on his new little bitch. Suddenly he beckoned to Georgia. "Come see how wet this pussy is. Tell Dee what being Izeye's slave entails."

The redhead didn't hesitate. She came straight over to Dee and kissed the stunned college teacher hard. Dee felt Georgia's tongue push into her mouth and, after a moment or two, responded in kind. More new sensations, more new feelings, more sensory overload.

She heard Georgia's man, the one apparently called Izeye, chuckle. Knew that they were entertaining their Black Masters. They liked having two classy white bitches putting on a show for them. She rejoiced to find that she didn't care - in fact that she thrilled to be pleasing her men. Suddenly she realised that she was already thinking of them as her men. Not just Shaka, not just Izeye, but all the men there, the beautiful Black men.

Georgia broke the kiss and gently spun Dee round so that she was standing behind her. She unbuttoned Dee's blouse and moved her hand inside feeling the warm flesh of her breast and then gently squeezing on her nipple. She put her other hand's fingers into her own mouth and then reached down to Dee's pussy - exposed as Shaka held her skirt out of the way. She began to speak softly into Dee's ear - a mantra of submission and devotion.

"Izeye is my Master and I am his slave. Izeye orders and I obey. It gives me pleasure to give him pleasure. When my Master is satisfied then, and only then, can I be satisfied. If he wants to fuck me then he can fuck me. If he wants me to fuck someone else, anyone else, then I will fuck them. He has made me what I am - a whore but a very willing and satisfied whore. My Master gives his orders and I obey. If he wants me to be Black-only then I will be. If he wants to give me his ink then he can. If he wants to give me his baby then he can. He is my Master and I exist to serve him and to give him pleasure." Dee heard the slight Southern accent of the other woman as she processed the words. Georgia had given herself totally to the Black man and Dee suddenly knew with a searing realisation that she wanted to be just like her. To devote herself to the men who could make her feel like this. "Are you ready Dee, ready to be a Black man's slave? Now that you know what it means." Georgia dropped her lips to Dee's neck and sucked hard on her pale flesh even as Dee screamed her assent.

"YYYEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS, MAKE ME A BLACK MAN'S SLAVE!!!!!!"

There was a moment's silence and then the whole crowd in the bar roared their approval. It seemed like the whole darned roof was going to come off. Even Silky and his two young white bar-girls were joining in, shouting and banging their hands on the bar.

Shaka move back in to take control. He gently buttoned up Dee's blouse as the crowd slowly quietened down.

"We got unfinished business ain't we teacher-lady." It wasn't a question. Shaka looked like he'd enjoyed the show - like he was ready to show her just what he could do, to prove his reputation. Dee almost shivered at the thought - at the intensity of her need for him at that moment.

Shaka went on. "Need to get you home don't we. Tell all the men here why I got to get you home."

Dee looked into his wonderfully deep soulful eyes. She bit her lip a little. This sort of thing still didn't come naturally. She quietly said, "So you can fuck me."

"So everyone can hear," said Shaka pausing.

Dee swallowed and said in as loud and clear a voice as she could, "So you can fuck me."

She saw Georgia give her a smile. She saw Izeye give a little nod of approval. That made her feel good but most important was that Shaka gave her his warmest smile and kissed her hard before voicing his approval.

"That's right - then we can send you back to that loser husband of yours full of my strong nigger nut. That's the way it's gonna be from now on my sweet little white bitch." He slapped her on the butt and then led her out into the night.

***

Dee looked into the bathroom mirror and puffed out her cheeks. She'd half expected to be going back to his home but apparently Shaka had this little pad sorted out especially. She wondered how many women he had brought back here. The fact he had a 'fuck-pad' especially for entertaining 'his white bitches' was something of a clue. The fact he had come out and told her so was pretty eloquent too. She was in Shaka's world now.

She looked at herself in the mirror. It seemed amazing to her that she still looked much as she had that morning. She didn't feel the same. She felt a completely new woman so how could she still look much the same. Walking past her in the street you wouldn't have known. Well except for one thing, two things really. The livid dark marks on her neck. Love bites - one from Shaka, one from Georgia. She could only hope they'd fade a bit before she got home. Or she'd have to get some make-up. She realised she was very matter-of-factly considering how to cheat her husband, how to deceive him. She didn't feel guilty. It was a bit late for that.

It had turned out Shaka's reputation had been well-deserved. She had never known anything like it. His combination of technique and raw power. His willingness to hold back just when she needed it and to power on just when she needed it. She had known that she was in the hands of a master of his craft. Right up until the moment when he had stood holding her in his strong arms with effortless ease. She had clung onto him with her arms and legs as he had thrust his big Black cock into her again and again. Like NOTHING she had ever felt before - the incredible sensations running through her body. She had felt helpless and yet safeguarded. Those strong arms, his mouth seeking hers for a long kiss, the taste of sweat on his Black skin. His total masterful presence as he had taken her, as he had made her his woman. Then, finally, his grunt as he shot his cum up into her pussy. Followed by that little smile, the smile of triumph.

***

"So little bitch, you enjoy your anniversary present?"

It struck Dee for the first time that she had never told Shaka that it was her wedding anniversary. But he'd mentioned it at the bar and then again twice back here. Clearly Jess or Emily had been telling tales again. That wasn't what mattered though. Shaka had known and he had selected this date to make her one of his women. He had KNOWN that she wouldn't be able to resist the temptation of going to him. Even when she herself had felt it impossible.

She snuggled against his big warm body, felt the amazing after-glow of sex with this man, her man. He hadn't been fooling earlier on. In the course of the day they had fucked four times and each time he had cum just as deep in her as he could.

Dee giggled to herself. By her 'present' did he mean the fucking or all that Black baby-making seed. Not that it mattered - the answer was the same.

She kissed his shoulder. "It's the best I've ever had Shaka."

She felt the vibration as a deep laugh rumbled in his chest. "Preach it teacher-lady, preach it..."

End of Chapter 4.....

[Blue Bull]

Can our white teacher control her desire for big Black cock.........?

Domestic Bliss

"It's so good to have you here." David had given her a little complacent smile as he sat down for his meal. "So good for us to have a weekend like a family should."

David's approved form of weekend seemed to consist of Dee racing round preparing meals and ferrying the youngsters to their various sports and social appointments. Meanwhile, David had been on the sofa watching TV or snoring his head off. Had all their weekends been like this until not so long ago? Until Saturday had become her day to be with her new man, with Shaka.

How she wished she could be with him right now. Back here she was just some sort of an unpaid domestic servant. Shaka knew how to treat her as a beautiful woman, as a sexual being, as someone desirable. He knew how to break her free of all the restraints, the suffocating bonds of 'propriety'. He knew how to let her express who she truly was. More than that - he relished his time with her and wasn't afraid to show it. He valued her.

"DEE!"

Oh no - he'd woken up again. What now?

"Maddy and Leah have left some toys in here. Can you tidy them up?"

Her blood boiled at it. It almost made it worse that he didn't know he was doing it. He just assuming that she only existed to make his life easier. Some men might deserve that, she knew one at least, but David wasn't one of them.

How she desperately wanted to be over in the Capital with Shaka right now, at this very instant. She never understood how desperately she needed him until she was forced to miss him like this. It had just been too dangerous - too close to the most fertile part of her cycle. If she had gone to him today there was a very real chance that she would have come back with new life growing within her. Their child. She knew all that but still, growing all through today, had been that longing, that need to be with him.

She felt a rush of desire pass through her. She fought with the conscious level of her mind to combat that most basic of desires. That most certainly could NOT happen. There were three reasons - young Davey, Maddy and Leah. Her marriage and David - she'd cast them aside in a heart-beat. That realisation caused a momentary shock for her but it was too obvious to even make a pretence of denying it to herself. However, there were the children. They were the game-changer. They were the reason she could never leave David, could never ... escape from this marriage.

She blinked back tears at something Davey had said to her. It had been just the other day. She'd asked him how he felt about the move, how he liked his new home and college.

He had thought carefully about it - as an eight-year old sometimes will. "I loved living at home, our old home, but I'm still glad we moved."

She had smiled at how serious he seemed. "Why's that Davey?"

"Because you are so much happier here."

She'd had to fight to keep the smile on her face. That was the thing about children, especially your own children. They could pick up on things very quickly. The most unexpected things. Davey knew that she was a lot happier but, thank goodness, he didn't know why. He didn't know it was because Shaka made her feel alive again, made her feel desirable and valued again.

Davey had seen it. Well, he was a sharp young man. In that he certainly seemed to take after his Mom rather than his Dad. David senior didn't seem to have noticed a darned thing - except that he had to look after the children one day a week. What about the girls? Well they were younger. It brought it home though. She couldn't blow their young lives apart by being selfishly stupid. She had to be so careful.

Her husband had accepted the 'professional development' story. He didn't like it - but he'd accepted it. She left every Saturday morning and returned late at night. That she could get away with. She just had to be SUPER careful.

But it was so darned difficult. She wanted to be with Shaka tonight, she NEEDED to be with him tonight. She was an addict needing her fix. Part of it was Shaka's fault. He'd made it clear he didn't like anything coming between him and his women. No condoms of course but also no diaphragms or pills, even morning-after ones. To be one of Shaka's women meant giving yourself up totally and unconditionally. She had agreed but sometimes it was so damned hard.

Walking the Walk

Dee was feeling positively over-dressed. She wore a little red dress that Shaka had picked out for her. Held up by a couple of the thinnest shoulder straps it plunged at the front to reveal plenty of side-boob and then hugged tightly to her curves until it ended about half-way down her thigh. The red was vibrant, demanding attention from anyone that saw it. She had to move carefully. In a dress like this you couldn't wear panties. Her shapely legs were bare down to a pair of moderate heels, a little treat she had bought herself.

She wore a necklace, almost a collar, of silver links. That had been another present from Shaka. Apart from her 'Shaka hoops' it was her only jewellery - well if you didn't count her rings of course. Shaka insisted she wore those whenever she was out with him.

All in all an outfit that would have had her husband spitting feathers of prudish outrage but Dee still felt positively over-dressed. It was all a matter of comparison. Her new friends, almost her new sisters in this new life, Georgia and Anna, were to blame. They both looked like street walkers!

Georgia was wearing a little black top - lace over the breasts and then perhaps four inches of latex laced extra tight. So she was showing an awesome cleavage just like Dee but you didn't need to look too hard to see the dark of nipple through that lace. The top also ended a good inch above her navel - leaving it and a lot of flat toned white stomach exposed. Dee had been around long enough now to know how a certain group of Black men loved to see that. It was almost a challenge to them. A beautiful white woman at their club flaunting her flat belly was a job only half done. If Georgia's top was tight then her pants were almost painted on. Black latex again with a belt at the top. The pants extended down to a couple of inches above her ankles - again leaving the pale skin exposed. That was no mystery to Dee either now. If you didn't leave your ankles exposed then how could a potential Black bull see your anklet? Georgia's had four little charms attached. 'I', then a heart to symbolise love, then a small black cockerel and finally the Queen of Spades motif. She wore black kitten heels that laced up at the front and left her toes exposed. There were Black guys that really loved a shapely pair of white feet too.

Izeye looked like the cock of the walk - not surprising really. He didn't just have Georgia on one arm but Anna on the other and she looked just as amazing. Her blonde hair hung down to her shoulders and framed her beautiful face. She wore her Master's collar and hanging from it was a top of black netting that clung tight to the upper part of her body and obscured almost nothing. Her breasts were barely covered by one thin strip of solid material within the mesh. The pale skin of her arms and shoulders was left exposed as was perhaps three inches above her skirt. That skirt was also black, of tight PVC, and came down only half way to her knees. Then there was another couple of inches of enticingly bare perfect pale skin before the black garters that held up her stockings. On her feet were a pair of kitten heels - black as well, save for the startling flash of scarlet from their soles. She had an anklet of her own, 'B', 'B' and 'C' along with that QOS symbol.

Dee might have felt that she had to up her game but for the reassuring presence of Shaka. She had learned to dress to please her man. He had made it clear that he liked her looking 'classy but available' when she was with him. He liked every man there to know that she was his and that made her proud.

The crowd at the club was pretty much all African-American with just a scattering of white and Hispanic women. The beats were heavy and unambiguously 'urban'. The DJ knew how to please his crowd. It was positively deafening. The evening had effectively been playing out as a silent movie for Dee since they had arrived! The light show illuminating and then hiding the hundreds of dancers.

Shaka was giving her all of his attention. Whew - it was quite a work-out! What was it they said about great dancers making great lovers. Well it seemed to work the other way too. She followed his lead and his movements, the grace and fluidity and power of his beautiful body. It was so damn good, such great fun, such a delicious taster for the evening to come.

Shaka was in charge but he wasn't a possessive man. You brought a fine white bitch to a club like this, a pick-up joint, and they were going to draw some attention. She'd been nervous at first but Shaka had told her it was OK. She'd got used to the men, one or two of them couldn't have been much more than half her age, coming to strut their stuff before her, to flaunt their ability, their strength, their athleticism. It was really very obvious that they all wanted to get in her panties real bad - well if she'd been wearing any that was.

There were still moments when she couldn't believe how her life had changed, even if only for one day a week. Here she was pinned between two truely gorgeous young Black men, feeling the hard bulges pressing into her belly and her back. They were so handsome and so hot and they SOOOO wanted to fuck her. Quite a change from a couple of days ago when she'd been juggling work prep with making the evening meal, arranging her children's social schedules and making sure David's work clothes were ready for the morning. Honestly, couldn't he even do that for himself. She forced him out of her mind - she'd wasted enough of her time on him already.

***

Earlier that evening she'd been introduced to another aspect of their new lifestyle. Not every man was like Shaka or Izeye - strong, powerful, effortlessly in control. Not every man was like David - weak, hesitant, lacking the courage to follow up their feelings. There was another type of man - ones she really couldn't quite understand.

This was the first time she had met Anna's husband. When the women had met the first thing they had done was go shopping - well why not! First for clothes and then to a rather specialist store. Anna and Georgia had spent quite some time before making their selection. It was a small metal device, almost like a cage. It was shaped like a small drooping penis. Attached to it was a lock and key.

Georgia had been very matter of fact about it. "Well Anna here is married to Kent. Kent got to thinking that he would like to see Anna there with a Black man. What he didn't know was that Anna shared that desire, had done so ever since she started noticing how much sexier they were than men like Kent, white men."

"Hang on," said Dee, "her husband wanted to see her make love to another man?" That didn't sound right - what sort of a man would want to do that?

"Well you see Kent thought that he was in charge - he'd never really considered Black men as any possible competition with sweet little Anna there. So when he was watching those videos, have you heard of the 'Blacked Raw' series, he just couldn't resist the idea of his cute little wife starring in them. Isn't that right Anna?"

"Oh yes," giggled the younger woman, "I always thought he was working on reports when he locked himself into his study-room!"

"Yes, Kent was stroking himself silly thinking about his lovely young blonde-haired green-eyed wife being ravaged by a Black street thug, well preferably a gang of them."

"Oh my goodness," Dee couldn't believe it. I mean she knew Black men would just love to get their hands on Anna, she was such a little honey, but what was her husband thinking - how could he ever hope to compete?

Georgia continued. "Kent is a senior executive - even if it is only in the family property development concern. He was sort of used to being the 'big dog' - that is until he met Izeye."

Anna giggled away to herself. "I thought he was going to crap himself - he was going all red in the face. I'm not sure until that moment that even he knew what it was he really wanted. But my Master saw through him straight away."

"What do you mean?" Dee was still having some trouble getting her head round this. Anna's husband KNEW that she was going with Black men - had even encouraged her to do so. What sort of a man was he?

"Kent is what we call a cuckold - now normally our Master doesn't want anything to do with cucks. They want to watch or even get involved. That isn't our Master's style at all - not Shaka's either I'm sure."

"So our Master laid down the rules. He doesn't get to watch or even to come out with us. He also doesn't get to do some other things." Georgia's finger nail tapped the small metal device meaningfully.

"Oh." It wasn't too often that Dee was lost for words but this was one of them.

***

Their next stop was at Anna's home where her husband was waiting for her. Izeye found a beer in the fridge and sat down to watch the game on the TV. He left dealing with Kent to his girls.

Kent was about thirty, looking a good few years older than his lovely wife. His sandy-blonde hair was beginning to recede, his stomach was starting to expand. He was well-dressed with intelligent brown eyes. He looked like millions of other white men. He didn't act like them though.

"Strip." That was Anna. Taking no nonsense and brooking no arguments. Dee was taken by surprise a little. Anna had always come across as a sweet little thing. This was a new side to her.

Kent didn't hesitate - he quickly removed his clothing and stood in front of the three women. For a moment he looked at Dee and she realised that he had no idea who she was. She was feeling a little confusion herself. What was going on here? She saw Kent's cheeks blush and he hung his head in apparent shame. However, she also saw something else. His pink penis had been hanging down limp but now it was growing and was almost at half-mast.

"Look at that," exclaimed Anna in mock outrage, "what a naughty boy! But at least now our friends can see what the problem is. That sort of thing has to be kept under control but our old cage was just a little too large. This one will be more appropriate, more ... restrictive."

Kent flashed a glance at his wife. Dee had almost expected him to show anger or fear. However, the look spoke more of desperate longing. He was getting off on it! As if to confirm that fact Kent's penis was now standing up proudly against the round swell of his gut.

This was not something that Dee could really get her head around. However, she had a strong suspicion that her friends were not finished yet. Georgia was sending her glances that were almost gleefully conspiratorial.

"Now then honey, before we put on the cage we have to talk about something." Anna's voice had become silkily seductive. "You know why you have to wear it don't you?"

"Yes mistress."

"Why?"

"Because I'm a little coward."

"That's right - you are scared of even such a teeny-tiny little procedure." Anna moved her fingers in a scissors gesture. "But I love my little boy so much that you don't have to go so long as you wear your cage. Doesn't that show just how much I love you?"

"Yes Anna, thank you Anna."

"So long as you are a good little boy and wear your cage when I am here then no-one will be tempted into making a silly mistake"

Anna's tone was stern but affectionate - like that of a nurse or a teacher rather than a wife. However, it seemed that Kent couldn't get enough of it. His eyes shone with devotion as he looked at her. He hung on her every word like a devoted puppy.

"Now honey, you remember what my Master told you when we first met - about how a Black Master expects to fuck his girls with nothing between them. About how we could use the CycleBeads instead."

Kent nodded.

"Well dear - so you know I've been doing that. However, those Beads can be used for something else can't they?"

Kent moistened his lips with his tongue. he was hanging on her every word with a desperate intensity. Did he already know where this was going and how did he react to that? With dread or desire? Did even he know any more? He just croaked out, "To know when you are most fertile Anna."

"Well done sweetie, that's right. Well you know I've wanted to start a family for two or three years now. You didn't want to just at the moment. Well, I have some news. My Master has agreed to do the job for you. Isn't that great!"

"Oh God," gasped Kent. He was breathing quickly - in shallow gasps. His cheeks were flushed. His eyes still shone with that almost desperate desire as he looked at his beautiful young wife.

Anna knew she had him - it only remained to confirm the fact. "So my Master has agreed - under one condition. Obviously it has to be OK with you - you ARE supposed to be my husband after all. So you'll be committing yourself to working hard to support us and to doing plenty of child-minding while Mommy is out having fun!" She pulled on a latex glove. Dee saw Kent's cock twitch just at the sight of the glove. It was almost pavlovian!

Anna reached out and took a gentle hold on his hard shaft. "So we just need confirmation that you are happy about this. That you understand that I have wants and needs that you just can't fulfil as a little white boy. That YOU want and need them just as much." Her fingers began gently moving up and down the shaft. "You know how I want you to show your agreement don't you honey. You just need to cum - the way that you know you want to. Then I can go and start our new family. You just need to shoot that little white load of yours to show how much you want it. You do want it don't you?"

Kent's mouth dropped open a little. He closed his eyes and his breathing became ragged. It was clear that this was an incredibly intense moment for him. He closed his eyes.

Anna moved her hand up and down his hard penis a little quicker and leaned in to almost whisper huskily into her husband's ear.

"That's right little man. Imagine how wonderful it will be. Imagine how beautiful I will look. My belly all swollen up with my first baby, my first Black baby. Then, later, when she is feeding - how wonderful that is going to be. We'll have to tell your family and friends that she is adopted but I think most of them will guess don't you. They'll guess your beautiful white wife has got herself Black bred. If they don't - well I suppose when the second or third..."

"Uuhhhhhuuunhhhh," moaned Kent as he came. His semen spurted out into a wad of tissue thoughtfully held in place by his wife.

"There ... isn't that better. Now we've made the decision. Since you've been such a good boy..." Anna leaned forward and chastely kissed her husband's sweaty forehead. "... let's get you nice and cleaned up so we can put your new cage on." She stood and led her husband out towards the bathroom.

***

On their way back Dee finally could express some of her feelings on what she had just seen.

"I'm having some problems processing this. How on earth did Anna persuade him..."

Georgia cut her off with a laugh. "She didn't have to persuade HIM! He was the one who started this and, as Anna said, my Master saw through him straight away. Now Kent is getting just what he wanted all along - even if he didn't want to admit it - and Anna is getting just what she needed all along - even if she didn't know it."

Dee pondered again. Anna seemed to have got everything sorted out. It wasn't so easy for her. She knew David very well. This was something that he would never ever accept. He was a weak man in many ways but despite that, or perhaps because of that, he would never allow himself to be put in the position of submission that Kent seemed to crave so desperately and enjoy so whole-heartedly. David would never accept her relationship with another man - let alone get off on it. She had to find a different way forward, if there was one.

Contd.....

[Blue Bull]

That was clear - if there was a way to make her new life work then it wasn't the way taken by Kent and Anna. She wasn't a hypocrite - she realised she was in a very fragile glass house to be throwing moralistic rocks around in. If it worked for them then who was she to gainsay them. She was uncomfortably aware of a feeling of envy towards Anna. Not because of the nature of her relationship with her husband but because she didn't have to hide. She could be with her man, her Master, she could express her love for him in any way she desired. Even by having his...

She shook her head. It didn't matter what Anna could do. Her own circumstances with David were completely different. Anna's way just could not be for her. Instead, she would just have to be so careful.

A Few Weeks Later

Dee held onto him, felt the warmth and power of his muscular back, felt his own arms holding her just as tight, felt his questing mouth exploring hers as he fucked her. It was at times like this that Shaka felt almost like an elemental force, the embodiment of lust, of his lust for her. She still found it hard to take in sometimes. Couldn't quite believe that it had happened. That a man like him had such feelings for a woman like her. It wasn't so long ago she'd just been a soccer mom, teaching her classes and running her home. Like millions of others - in a routine that looked set to stretch on for ever.

Not any more. Now she was Shaka's woman. She craved him when she wasn't here and she desperately savoured the sweetness of every moment when she could be with him. She'd been worried before - desperate not to destroy her old life. Now she knew that she would willingly sacrifice almost anything to be with him. Not her children of course, but she had come to hope, however fantastically, that a way could be found around the issue if it arose. Her husband would just have to accept it - or the children and her would move up here - or something... She had always been a very practical woman but that practicality seemed to go out the window when she was with Shaka. When she was with her man.

Otherwise she wouldn't be here today - in his bed. It was the absolutely most risky, most dangerous, most stupid time to have her Black lover in her bare. Or, to put it differently, the day with the most potential - potential to create new life and to destroy for ever her old one.

She had a calendar - she had known it every day since they had arranged to meet. She had even thought of ringing him to try to explain, to try to re-arrange. Just as she had when it had happened before. But she hadn't. Instead she was here - in his arms and feeling the power of his body as he took her, made her his again. Maybe made her his for ever. She hadn't been able to deny him, hadn't been able to deny herself.

She felt herself shiver at the thought - fear or passion? The two could sometimes be so inter-twined that you couldn't distinguish between the two. Then there could suddenly seem no distinction between the two. She was giving herself to him in the deepest strongest way and that was what she wanted to do, what she desperately NEEDED to do. To thank him for giving her life colour and spice and meaning again. She really couldn't deny him - anything or everything.

He was holding her tight now and she felt his warm breath on her skin. He was a prime specimen of manhood but he never held back in his love-making with her. Every time felt like the first - every time felt so damned good. There was no way she could go without this now.

He pushed himself up with his arms as he continued to pump away into her, his hips now taking long fluid motions that threatened to turn her world upside down. She looked into his face - knew that was what he wanted. Their eyes met and that amazing spark was there again, as it always was. He looked magnificent - so beautiful and strong and assured and confident.

He'd been talking about giving her his baby for a long time. They actually hadn't been together before on a day like this one - a really risky one, a really fertile one. But this time they were and he knew it. He knew that he could be making her his baby-momma, his latest baby-momma. She felt the wave of lust rush through her body again. Mother Nature wanted her to do her duty - to take the seed of the alpha male and make a beautiful new baby.

He knew what she was thinking - he so often did. They were so different but he seemed to just know...

"Where do you want it - my beautiful little bitch?"

He didn't usually ask. He normally just fucked her to its natural, perhaps its only proper, conclusion. Sent her home with his seed deep in her body to share her bed with her husband. She knew why he was asking this time - he felt it too. Felt that IT would happen today. Wanted her to accept that too.

"In me ... in me ... please."

It was automatic - it was simply an acceptance of his right. He had given her so much and in that moment of lust she forgot everything else. She wanted to give him this.

She stared up into his eyes. She saw his mouth tighten a little and then he moved. He leaned back, pulled out and almost immediately he came. Long strong powerful spurts of semen. Four, five, six, seven, finally he grunted and gasped for breath.

Her body was covered by his seed. Her belly, her breasts, she had even felt its warmth on her chin. She was shocked - looked down at it all - imagined it in her body. Knew what the result would have been. Knew how his mind and body had worked together to produce it - fuelled by his desire to have her, to put his baby into her. The oldest and strongest passion, hard-wired into every one of us. And yet he had pulled out...

"Damn," was all he said as he dropped beside her. Even he seemed shocked.

"Why?" It was all she could say.

He paused a moment, gathering his thoughts and his breath. "I'm your man - it's my job to protect you, to look after you. You got babies at home and I can't be ruining that for you. I got to be satisfied with as much of you as you can give me. At the moment you can't give me that - tho I'm loving that you wanted to. But you would have come to regret it. When you do give me that then you'll have to be ready. You ain't just one of my bitches girl. Since the first time I saw you I've known we had a connection and every time its got stronger and better. I can't risk that. If it was just that fool" - he meant David - "it'd be different. I'd have you here then. But there's yo babies. So I have to be a real man - accept my responsibilities."

It was a long speech for him - it showed how much he'd been thinking about this. She wondered if even he had known what he would do until that last moment. Either way he had made his decision now and she knew he would stick by it. He had realised how much she would sacrifice for him but he had decided he did not choose for her to do it. At least not yet. He had been strong for both of them - had made the decision for both of them. She reached for him and held him - knew that he was her man more than ever now. That she belonged to him more than ever now.

After a few long moments in each other's arms Shaka spoke. "Girl - we need a shower."

***

She luxuriated in the warm water flowing across her body. In the strong Black hands soaping her every inch, every curve of her. Watched his face, a mixture of pleasure and concentration, as he made sure to pay attention to every part of her from head to toe. It was a different side of him - a caring side to that rough tough exterior. It wasn't a soft side - there was no weakness to it. It might just be the care a man took in a prized possession - though she thought and hoped that it was more than that. Either way he had given a part of himself to her too and she felt blessed to have found him. Shaka had said he was going to be her man and he was her man.

He finally seemed satisfied. He took her and kissed her forehead.

"Gotta get you back - but I don't want to. You know that don't you."

She nodded. They didn't need to say any more.

Uncovered

They had got into a routine on her weekend visits to her man. There was a secure parking area just before you entered Shaka's main turf. She would leave the Odyssey there and he would be waiting to collect her. It had become part of the ritual. She left behind her everyday life, left behind her husband, and joined her man. She would already have changed at the last rest-stop coming into the city. Put on his jewellery and the clothing that he had selected for her or that she had bought especially to please him.

The only exception, of course, were her rings. Shaka insisted she wore them both. He liked to see them - to know that a white boy had been fool enough to think he could be good enough for Dee. Her husband might not know it but the fact she was with Shaka, fucking him, proved just how wrong the dumb cracka had been.

Dee had felt badly about it at first - badly about it all. Had to live with the fact her desire could overwhelm what she knew was the right thing to do, what she had been brought up to do. Had felt guilty when she returned home to David. No more. Now she remembered every time he ignored her, neglected her, seemed even not to notice her. Every time he had thought she was some kind of a servant or existed solely to make his life easier, more comfortable. Every time he had performed his laughable version of sex before grunting and leaving her alone and unsatisfied. Every time he had put his needs above hers - just assumed that was the way it should be.

No. Now just seeing that ring didn't remind her of her vows to him, of those years they had been happy together. Now it reminded her of how much Shaka loved to see it on her finger when he made love to her, when he fucked her, when he owned her. Also made her yearn to be his all the time - to tell the world who she really was now, to be free to be her true self.

There were three reasons that wouldn't be happening any time soon. But they were the best reasons. When you were a parent you made sacrifices. Shaka was making a big one too - she knew how much he wanted to have a child with her, had heard him talk about how beautiful their daughter would be. Well that wouldn't happen now. That didn't make Shaka defeated or weak. That made him a true man, a strong man, HER man. if David said he'd kill for her or die for her then it would sound ridiculous. She KNEW that Shaka would do both those things for her and not hesitate - but he also never needed to say it. That was who he was - Shaka, HER Shaka.

Shaka parked up and looked at her. They shared a moment and another longing kiss that she never wanted to break.

"You know not every country wears their bands on the same hand." Shaka looked at her. "I know you got to wear his. But I thought we could be European style. Then you can wear mine too." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a box. "Don't want it too fancy - just to send a message every time you see it yeah."

It was a rose gold eternity ring with black onyx cabochon. It wasn't showy but it looked handmade and it meant everything. When she couldn't wear his hoops she would always be able to wear his ring. She couldn't shout it to the heavens but it would always be there to remind her who her real man was. She put it on and felt its fit.

"You like it."

"I never want to take it off."

No more needed to be said and they kissed again. Suddenly Dee felt his body tense a little. Shaka pulled back from her, his eyes fixed on his side-mirror.

You learned that around Shaka. He had grown up on some dangerous streets and he was always alert to his surroundings.

"Is there something wrong?"

"Don't look over your shoulder but two lines back to the right. See the red Hyundai? With the woman seated in front. Strange to see someone just sitting there."

"Well we are."

"As we were last week and the week before. So was she - least ways she surely was last week and I got a real feeling I saw her the time before too. Too much of a coincidence."

Dee still felt it was probably just that.

"Doesn't mean violence or we wouldn't have seen her - and she doesn't look the bill. Not that the good ones ever did. Can't be the five-oh. Should all be very cold cases by now, either processed or beyond the statute, and anyway they're never sending the same tail in the same vehicle three straight weeks. So it might be a private operator - working to get information on me or more likely on you."

Dee felt her blood run cold. That would very much fit the bill. David had grumbled about 'all her meetings', had asked why she needed to spend so much time away from home. If he had suspicions he wouldn't confront her. No, he would try to make sure of his evidence first. Put himself on the strongest possible ground and then set lawyers on her. It would be just like David - wanting to bully her but too much of a pussy to dare do the job himself.

"If she is a P.I. then she's very new or very shit. She still looking straight at us - should have gone soon as I eyeballed her. Whoever hired her must be a fucking idiot."

'Just like my husband - he'd even fuck that up,' thought Dee.

Shaka opened his door. "Get out babe. She's seen enough to know we a couple. Let's give the bitch a show."

She went to him and there, in front of her vehicle, they kissed - kissed hard and long and deep. Made it real clear that they weren't just friends or relatives. They were lovers. Dee felt strong hands on her buttocks and then one moved to raise her skirt. Long Black fingers teased her bare pussy and then slipped inside. She didn't care - let her man show the world who she belonged to.

He was smiling again when he offered her his fingers to suck and lick clean of her own self. It was deliciously depraved - out in public like that. She wished she could see the peeper but Shaka was looking that way.

"Is she still there?"

"Yeah - can't look too clear tho cos the bitch is staring at us like her eyeballs would pop out. Dee - you ever done any acting?"

"Why?"

"Because she 's no threat to me but you need to know before you go back. Otherwise you'll have it hanging over you. Not that fine bitches can't be P.I.s but something about her says that ain't what we dealing with here. I think its OK but you need to know. Otherwise it's gonna eat at you."

***

Shaka cranked up the volume on his stereo as he left.

He considered what had just happened. He almost wished the woman in the Hyundai was a damned investigator. It would solve a lot of problems. Just went to show that his usual rule of not taking on a chassy with kids was the right one. However, Jessica had made him curious about this one and when he'd set eyes on her he'd not been able to resist. He'd never seen a white woman who needed taking in hand so bad before. Needed his hand on her butt, his mouth on her lips and his baby in her belly. Got two out of three just about whenever he liked to call - the third was proving a little more difficult but he'd get there.

In any case every problem could also be made an opportunity. He'd already got one wife and he didn't need another. Linda didn't have a problem with him having a night or two a week with his shorties - just so long as she and her kids always came first. He'd met her when he'd been working security for Mr Taylor so she'd always known the score. Anyone messed with her then they'd have to settle an account with Shaka. His bitches, shit, they was under his protection but he wasn't jealous about them and he wasn't exclusive. That was an important lesson for all of them. They might think they were crazy for Shaka, and they was, but that was just part of being crazy for Black Cock and ultimately for most of them that meant most any Black cock they could get.

Didn't mean any old nigga could just knock up one of his bitches without his approval. That was why he'd been keeping Dee to himself up to now. He liked the way she'd took his rules so seriously, hadn't snuck off to no clinic and got herself on the pill. He liked that a lot - liked the commitment it demonstrated. Shit, girl could've been going home to that no-account white boy with Shaka's baby already growing in her belly tonight. Shaka felt his cock stir in his pants. She was a premium piece of ass - couldn't deny that she got to him like the run-of-the-mill hood-rat couldn't nowadays.

He also couldn't deny he liked the challenge too. White girls were usually so easy. This one required a little finesse - first to get her into his bed and then later to get her where she needed to be. Best if they could do it without breaking up her family - well the husband wouldn't be no loss but the children were another matter. They were really the only thing that could lure Dee back into the safe tedium of her old life.

That was why he had re-assessed and made a strategic withdrawal, so to speak. He'd agreed to Dee visiting a certain clinic over there. Dr Nikola would set her right. Get her on the pill and keep her informed and tested. That was going to be necessary because, as the next stage of her 'education', a certain white teacher-lady was going to be getting a whole lot of nigga cock.

Shaka tapped his steering-wheel with his finger as the heavy beat boomed out of his speakers. Now he had to go get young Jamal his birthday present. Turn up without that and Linda would give him merry hell!

***

Dee watched Shaka go and waved before fishing into her bag for her phone. She made a show of trying to use it, of trying again, of acting frustrated. She turned it on and off again and then she cussed loudly. Finally she looked around her and seemed to notice the red Hyundai and its occupant.

The woman wasn't Dee's idea of a P.I. either. Perhaps thirty - long blonde hair pulled back in a tight pony-tail. Lightly-tanned skin and something of an expression of terror as Dee approached. For a moment it looked like she would gun her engine and run away but instead she just watched as Dee came to her window and gently knocked on it.

The window edged open about an inch.

"I'm sorry - my phone has died on me. Could you help me out by calling my husband for me?"

"Your husband - did he forget something? I saw him leave."

Dee feigned a moment's anxiety and then, seemingly reluctantly, admitted, "That wasn't my husband. That was my man."

This woman was not a P.I. That was obvious now. She was flustered and her cheeks were glowing a vigorous pink.

"I ... um .... he ... um .... I just ... errr .... kinda assumed. Um, sorry ..." Her voice tailed off.

Dee decided to play her and Shaka's hunch. After all if the woman was a detective then they were cooked anyway. "My name's Dee and that's Shaka. Fine isn't he?"

"He's amazing." The woman suddenly seemed to fold up in embarrassment again. "I mean, I don't know what I mean, I'm sorry - I know he's your boyfriend."

"He's nobody's boy - he's his own man." Dee was confident now - she knew what the situation was.

"Oh yes - I'm sorry."

"Do you want to talk about it - I can see your rings. Can I assume your husband isn't giving you what you need?"

"What! Yes, of course...." The woman's face seemed to droop - a picture of misery and fear. "No, no my husband doesn't seem to care any more."

"And your husband is white. Can I guess he's a software engineer."

"No, no, Brett is in real estate. He works long hours and he has a secretary..."

"So you think it's your fault - you don't think its because he's a dumb-ass who's too stupid to see how lucky he is to have you. You want to talk about this - you look like you need to talk to someone. Hey, I don't even know your name!"

"I'm Lisa Pearson. It WOULD be good to talk to someone - I've been weighed down by this for so long."

"You think you're the only one - I used to be the same. My husband didn't have a Secretary or whatever but I think only because he's too damned boring. Didn't have the initiative or the imagination!" Dee tried a little laugh. Lisa didn't quite join her - but at least the other woman no longer looked on the brink of bursting into tears. "So why have you been watching us?"

Lisa opened her passenger door and Dee took a seat.

***

Dee headed South in her Odyssey and had to force herself to think about the week ahead. She saw Shaka's ring on her finger as she held the steering wheel and she thought about the slip of paper in her bag. A slip containing contact details for Lisa. Shaka had given her a beautiful present. Perhaps soon she'd be able to reciprocate....

End of Part 5....

[Blue Bull]

White teacher learns how to please her man.....

This chapter connects in with a chapter of Georgia Plays The Game. I know many readers have not read that earlier story - if you have then I hope it is long enough ago for this re-write to still be entertaining. The next chapter will be submitted next week and will be all new material.

On The Drive North

Dee looked at her fingers as they rested on the steering wheel. On one hand were the rings put there by David - on the other was the eternity ring given to her by Shaka. They symbolised the two sides of her life - two very different sides that could never be allowed to come into contact. Even as she thought that she realised that it was a lie, that she was fooling herself.

This very vehicle, her white Honda Odyssey minivan, proved that. It had been the almost archetypal symbol of her status as a soccer mom, the respectable back-bone of suburban America. But it wasn't any more - at least for her. Even when the girls and Davey were in the back she still couldn't think of the Odyssey that way any more. It had been the place where her Black lover had first made love to her, had first fucked her. Where he had first proved all the old stories true - had proved his superiority in pleasing a woman. Every time she sat behind the wheel she could remember him on her and in her - could remember the look in his eyes when he had filled her with his potent African seed for the first time.

Sometimes she considered the significance of that. Shaka generally made the arrangements in their relationship. That just seemed natural. One thing that frustrated her about her husband was his failure to sometimes take charge when he needed to, in bed and outside of it. How he always stood back and left her to bear the weight of decision and responsibility. There was no question of that with Shaka. Shaka was in charge - but that didn't mean he was brutal or dictatorial. He just knew what was best for them. She wondered about his planning. How he had insisted she come in the Odyssey that first time, how he had given her the ring, how he had made that other vital decision. Those and a hundred smaller little things. All of which had taken her closer and closer to him - had made it inconceivable that she would ever give him up now. Was that just the way it was? Or was he ... manipulating her? She had wondered that before.

On this occasion, as on every previous one, she chose not to worry about the answer to that question too much. She very deliberately chose not to care. Shaka gave her what she needed and he had never promised to be her soul-mate. He had a wife who Dee had never met but who she had seen pictures of. Linda was beautiful - the face of one of those models that made millions strutting up and down the runway. Long blonde hair, high cheekbones, piercing blue eyes and an engagingly brilliant smile. In the same picture had been her children with Shaka - or she assumed with Shaka. Two boys and a little girl only a couple of years younger than her own. She'd seen Shaka look at that picture when he'd shown it to her. Seen the look in his eyes. He wouldn't be giving that family up any more than she was ready to give up hers.

Shaka's children were beautiful, one boy just a little darker in skin tone than the other. The little girl was coffee-skinned but still obviously her mom's little girl. It was indefinable but you'd never doubt the relationship there. Dee had thought about that picture a lot since. Once, and it had shamed her, she had thought about her own little Maddie. How in 12 years, when she was all grown up, she might perhaps meet Shaka's eldest, Jamal, and maybe who knew what might happen. She'd had to stifle that thought. Moms didn't think that way about their little girls. Then she'd realised she still had a long way to go yet. Moms and Grand-moms thought that way a lot - not meaning anything, not seriously, just pondering how nice it would be in the future if something were to work out. Why had she reacted so strongly? Was it the idea of one of her daughters in the future dating a Black man? Was it the idea of her grand-children looking like Shaka's children in the photograph? She wanted to deny it but she had been brought up in the United States, in one of the old Confederate States. The issue was always there - even if you tried not to be led by it.

Anyway, some things were for certain. Shaka wouldn't be abandoning that beautiful family and marrying her. If he'd been the sort of man to do that then Dee still thought she was strong enough to have denied him. Instead, just as Shaka had always made plain, she had become one of his women, one of his stable. Once certain arrangements were in place he didn't expect her to be faithful to him and he sure as shit wouldn't be exclusive to her. His mark, the gaudy hoops already hanging from her ears, would be her protection in the jungle of the Capital. Shaka had almost presented it as a trade-off. If she was going on the pill then she'd become available for some, perhaps all, of the many Black men who had shown real interest in her over the last few weeks. The unspoken comment still sounded loud in her ears. Up to now he'd kept her exclusive because up to now she'd been fertile - he hadn't wanted to risk another man getting her pregnant. She sensed he had been making something else clear too. If, or when, she got pregnant with a Black man's baby then he was going to make sure that baby was his.

That was the thing about a man like Shaka. Sometimes he didn't need to say it. He seemed to know what she was thinking - he seemed happy that she was clever enough to understand where he was coming from. She understood that way she could never be 100% sure that he really was leading her. It could still just be her own desires, her own needs, expressing themselves via him. Either way she and Shaka would find themselves where they wanted and needed to be. Shaka might not have too many degrees and doctorates but he was a seriously smart man.

On The Job Training

The first problem, almost inevitably, had been David. Going to the Capital to spend Saturday with Shaka had been one thing. From now on she was going to need more time. Most importantly she was going to need Saturday nights. To get herself prepared, to go out to the clubs, to meet new Black men and... Well, anyway, there was no way she could be home before Sunday Morning. David was not going to like that - not that it would really make much difference for him. The children would be asleep when she was... She felt guilt at the thought - was suddenly pleased that Shaka was there to take charge as usual.

He had just reached for her bag and produced her phone. "Ring the fool and tell him now. Say this is a different college administration up here - say you got to do one day a week of on-the-job training. What's it they call it - professional development."

'The fool' was Shaka's little pet name for her husband. She'd felt guilty about that too - at first. After a while guilt seemed to sort of wear off about that and a lot of other things. What had seemed outrageous became the new normal. Pretty soon it seemed to be just the natural way of things. Like the fact that she would lie to her husband, like the fact she hadn't told him about the other very important decision she had made.

***

It had been earlier that week. As a fully qualified and experienced teacher with excellent references she hadn't had trouble finding work back here. The short notice of her move meant she'd been working cover for the time being - at two very nice suburban colleges.

The need for a more permanent position wasn't urgent and in fact one of the colleges where she was working had suggested that one would arise there soon. So there was no need for hurry or panic but...

She had received three more letters of invitation from that organisation running colleges in the Capital. What was it called again? That's right - the Taylor Foundation. She had been specifically approached regarding Tubman High, one of the three new colleges recently opened by the Foundation. The post offered would pretty much suit her to a tee and the money was pretty good. She just wished she knew more about the situation there.

She remembered that google hadn't helped much regarding the Foundation but she also knew that she now had some much better sources of information, Sources closer to the ground so to speak.

It turned out Georgia was college Administrator at DuBois High, one of the other new colleges. However, Dee gave most weight in her decision to Shaka - as almost seemed natural now.

"Mr Taylor is good people. Using your skills to help the children down there, children that need really good teachers, I'd approve of that."

Had that made up Dee's mind for her? Or was it the other thing Georgia had said? The Foundation was firm in requiring the highest standards of work from its staff. However, when off duty and off premises, it had a policy of allowing its staff to live their own lives.

That fact might come in very handy. You never knew what the future might bring.

So, for all of those reasons, Dee had found herself being shown around Tubman High by its Principal, Marcus Jones. The college was new and well-equipped. She'd taught in much less adequate conditions. There was, however, one big difference to every other college she had attended or taught in. The pupils were overwhelmingly African-American, just as the area itself was. This was an inner-city college for all that it was freshly-painted and well-equipped. The students and their parents would clearly have a higher percentage of 'difficult cases' than in the leafier suburbs.

Mr Jones had not been slow to admit that fact. In fact he had almost made it a selling point. "This will be a challenging position for you. Our student body has often made a slow start - in some cases a hard start. We need top quality teaching staff to help them get back up to speed, to convince them that what they are doing here really counts. In your own subjects they need to know where they have come from but also to be proud of their and my community's contribution to this country. They need to know how to avoid the pit-falls that claim so many in neighborhoods like this. I'll be frank - the old city colleges couldn't hack it. They were beaten, defeated. We are a fresh start and early signs are encouraging. But we need our troops - our top-quality teachers. To be blunt - we need YOU. Right here, right now. You'll be working hard - don't doubt it - but the rewards and the satisfaction will more than make up for it. You will join us won't you."

Right there and right then he had held out his hand to her.

Dee hadn't hesitated. She knew what she needed to do. She shook his hand.

***

It had been real easy to be swayed by his little speech. Real easy to reach out and take his big strong hand in hers. To see his and her hands joined together as a sort of tiny step forward. Black and white united in seeking a better future for the youngsters growing up around here. She wasn't naive. This was a tough area and the children would never have it easy. But even if you only helped a few - the start would have been made. The ripples would spread, the next generation would have it that little bit better, that little bit easier. It seemed important, it WAS something important that she could do.

...but there was always David. She'd kept her decision secret from him for three long days. He still thought she was considering that half-offer in Alexandria. He didn't know about her decision to teach at Tubman High and he most certainly didn't suspect what reasons lay behind it.

She took the phone from Shaka and then took a deep breath. This might be a little sticky. She felt nervous. Shaka moved over and stood behind her - wrapped her gently in his big strong arms. She felt the strength in him - made the connection.

The phone rang five times and then he answered.

"Hi honey - I've got some great news."

"Oh yes - that's great." He sounded like he was only half-listening. She could hear something in the background, the TV probably. Sport or news or whatever - apparently too important to mute for a phone call from her.

She felt Shaka's warm mouth nuzzle into the nape of her neck. Felt the bristles of his chin against the delicate pale skin of his neck. She stifled a giggle. She signalled to Shaka to lay off - this was important. Needless to say Shaka responded by licking her neck. Sometimes he could be a real a-hole but in the nicest way. Just like her husband had been once - long years ago when they had first got together.

She pushed on - her nerves forgotten courtesy of Shaka's distraction. "Yes honey - I've been offered an excellent permanent position at Tubman High..."

"Uh-huh, that's great."

Was he even listening! 'Tubman High' clearly meant nothing to him - though she'd left one of the brochures out for him to take a look at if he been interested. Clearly he hadn't bothered.

She felt indignation boiling within her. Then she felt Shaka's hands move up her body a little and his fingers begin to tease her nipples to prominence under her blouse. Oh the fucker! She had to get this over with. She felt a tongue languidly lick it's way from her neck up to her right ear. She'd better get this call over with before he started to explore beneath her skirt!

"Yes - remember the name, Tubman High. Well we're under a different jurisdiction so I will be attending special familiarisation sessions after my current Saturday course. They are arranging accommodation..."

"Hey, hey - what's that - what do you mean..." Oh - that seemed to have woken him up. However, a dark hand had stolen down to her skirt and was edging the material up her thigh. She didn't have time to argue just now so she ploughed on over the squeaks coming from her phone.

"...so I'll be staying overnight on Saturdays but I'll be home on Sunday morning ready for church. Anyway we'll have to talk about that later I have to go now. Oh!"

The last exclamation came as she felt strong white teeth nip her ear lobe - mere moments before she felt a Black finger at her clit. She just kept composure enough to end the connection to her husband.

"What am I going to do with you..." you playfully chided as her Black lover continued to tease her body with his skilled mouth and fingers.

She felt his warm breath in her ear as he whispered, "More to the point - what am I going to do with YOU. Just hearing that fool told me I had to keep letting you remember who your real man is. You remembering that?"

His fingers were still working on her - teasing her without mercy. She was aware of his big body behind her - of the bulge pressing into her back. "Always Shaka - always."

"Yeah, that's a good little teacher-girl. Now we'd best get you ready for your first session of on-the-job training."

His big hand smacked her ass playfully and she gave a little yelp of surprise.

***

The quality of any training is dependant upon the tutors giving it. Dee was fortunate in having two of the best. Georgia she had come to know very well already. She met Roni for the first time that evening and Roni was a bit of an eye-opener.

It didn't matter where Georgia and Dee went in the cities no-one would ever doubt that they had come from the prosperous white suburbs. It was a 'selling point' in fact. Their mere presence in many a location would tell the local male population just exactly what they were after. A lot of big Black cocks got very hard at just the idea of classy white MILFs like them coming to the hood. Georgia was well aware of that fact and revelled in it. Dee was about to enjoy finding out the not-so-little benefits of that situation too.

Roni was very different, born and bred in the projects. Mocha-coloured skin with an unruly afro of peroxide-blonde hair. Her skin was smooth but her eyes were wary, checking out everything around her for potential or danger. It didn't take long for Dee to sense that Roni was at least a part-time professional in these matters.

That hadn't been her first shock. That had been when Georgia greeted Roni with a long tender kiss on the lips. Dee remembered how Georgia had kissed her so that fact wasn't shocking. It was the nature of this kiss between Georgia and Roni - it strongly suggested that, at least sometimes, these two were much more than friends.

That would not matter to Dee much any more. If she had ever been a prude then that aspect of her personality was vanishing at a rapid rate.

"How are those beautiful girls of yours Roni? Last time I saw them they'd just started their new college. All OK there?"

Roni had a brittle look to her - like metal tempered in the fire a few times too many. But now her smile was genuine and delighted. "Shit yeah - they all love it. So different to that shit-hole they was stuck at. Now they get ME up in the morning so they ain't late for the Tubman bus." She gave a quick cackle of a smokers cough.

"Tubman?" Dee couldn't help ask.

Roni's quick sharp eyes were on her again. She hadn't had much of an education but she was no fool. She rapidly put two and two together. That question and Dee's rather modest attire of a white blouse and knee-length skirt. "You must be Dee, the teacher-lady right?

"She's not teaching tonight - she'll be learning," cut in Georgia.

Roni's eyes crinkled and she gave a knowing smile. "Oh yes - thass right and you a lucky little cracka cos you gonna be learning from two of the very best. By the time we finished you gonna be a bopper that every horny nigga in the Tri-States is gonna wanna get to know."

Dee wasn't quite sure what that meant but she had a suspicion she was going to have a lot of fun finding out.

***

Roni had driven them out to the clothing store. On the way they had passed a familiar large development. Had it really only been a few months since she had visited Jessica there? Georgia had pointed out one of the lower-rise buildings.

"You kow my cousin who lives in this development. Well, over there is our gym. Really convenient for those of us working round here. Mr Taylor gives us a concession on three or four sessions a week and the girls there will organise a diet and program to help us out in those little areas we are lacking."

"I don't understand," admitted Dee.

Roni loved that - she almost drove off the road she was laughing so hard.

"Ba-donkadonk baby, she talking 'bout yo little white booty."

"Roni can laugh - mother nature was rather more generous with her where it counts."

The African-American woman's cackle resounded through the vehicle again. She glanced at Dee's still confused expression and almost split her sides.

"Booty girl - yo butt, yo backside. I'm blessed with the kind of booty a Black man likes to take a hold of. Not a skinny scrawny little be-hind like a lot of white girls is stuck with. The sort like GeeGee had when I first met her."

"Charming - I didn't hear you complaining at the time." The two women exchanged another of those looks that told Dee that they were more than just casual friends.

"Yeah - that was then and this is now. You got a lovely firm booty now and all thru hard work. You didn't cheat like that cousin of yours. Got herself an instant big old booty but I prefer yours any day."

Some of that was going over Dee's head but she was getting the general idea.

Georgia explained. "Most of our men like a certain body type..."

She glared at Roni who had begun humming a tune. Dee had heard it before but couldn't quite remember what it was. Hadn't she heard it when she was a girl?

Georgia gave an exaggerated gasp of exasperation. "Very funny Roni. We get the idea. Sir Mix-A-Lot has a lot of fans round here."

Contd....

[Blue Bull]

"I cannot lie..." sang Roni before breaking into another laugh.

"Yes well let's just say our men like a white girl to have a nice toned butt. We may not be able to compete with the sistas..."

"Damn right," cut in Roni.

"...but we can do our best to look our best. Put on some muscle mass back there so we can please our men. I've found they like to know that we are putting in the hours in the gym - working hard to make sure we look at our best for them."

Roni calmed down. "Shit - our girl here will be alright. Got a pretty kicking butt for a white girl. She just got to keep it in shape and them young niggas won't be able to keep their hands off her."

Not exactly third wave feminism but then Dee was an old fashioned girl at heart. Even if that wasn't always so obvious.

Dress To Impress

As she stepped into the clothing store they were greeted by the owner, an African-American woman of about their own age. She looked them up and down and then spoke to Dee.

"I'm Leez. You would be Shaka's girl, the teacher, right?"

Again Dee knew that her outfit had given her away. She didn't care though - it always sounded so good when someone called her 'Shaka's girl' or 'Shaka's woman.'

"Girl needs outfitting," said Roni, "she go out looking like that and they'll think she's their probation or some shit."

Leez smiled. Her experienced eye took in Dee's figure in a flash and with a finger she gestured to Dee to turn round. Dee did a slow turn on her heel. Facing front again she saw Leez had an appraising look.

"Now I'm not saying that the 'Soccer mom' look don't rev some engines. Where is it you teaching?"

She hesitated for a moment but decided to tell the truth. "I've only just moved back to this part of the country but I've been offered a post for second semester of this year at Tubman High."

"Oh shit," said Roni, "they just built that right by mine. You might be teaching my girls!" She seemed genuinely delighted but then her brow furrowed a bit. "These new colleges supposed to be a fresh start but you sure you ready for the inner city girl?

"She'll be OK," assured Georgia. "Same as my place - DuBois - you soon get used to it."

Leez was still carefully assessing Dee's body and relatively demure outfit. "I bet you'll be a first crush for a lotta young Black boys. Swap this blouse for a sleeveless one and lose a couple of inches off the skirt and you'll be a 'hot teacher' for sure. Today tho, we doing more serious business."

Leez and Roni left the two white women standing as they went off to search among the racks.

***

Georgia had been pretty clear about why they were there. "You have to understand Dee, you aren't with your husband now. You are with real men. If you want them to meet your needs then you have to be able to satisfy theirs. These are alpha males - they don't have trouble finding women. If you want to compete then you need to be able to exercise every skill and every part of you to please these men."

Dee thought back to when Shaka had sent her off. He had brought up one finger to touch her hoop ear-ring with the 'S' marked out in brilliants. "Make me proud girl." Dee had got the point. She was wearing his mark - in a sense she represented him. Shaka's mark was known across the city. Known as a mark of quality. She would be expected to live up to that and it was rather daunting, especially in one area.

David had never really approved of oral sex. He thought it was dirty. She had tried her best with Shaka but she was grimly aware of her lack of experience in that field. She really needed some tuition from an expert.

Which is why Roni was there.

But before they could progress further Dee had to change that outfit.

***

"Fuck it girl, now you starting to look the part." Roni punctuated her comment with her usual brittle laugh.

"That the sort of thing you was talking about." Leez addressed her question to Roni and Georgia who both smiled their assent.

Dee was a picture of embarrassment, almost of humiliation. Her blouse and skirt were gone and replaced by a one-piece dress of bright pink material. Thin shoulder straps and a plunging neckline left her back and arms bare and displayed an inviting cleavage. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was pulled back into a pony-tail as if she was headed for he gym. Except she knew that tonight she wasn't going to the gym - she would be getting a very different sort of exercise. If there had ever been any doubt then this outfit would make sure of it.

The material of the dress was thin and looked cheap. It clung to every inch of Dee's body displaying her natural curves to beautiful effect. The hem line was high on her thighs and showed off her shapely toned legs. It didn't take much imagination to realise that a woman like Dee in a dress like that was going to draw a LOT of male attention.

Leez picked up one of Dee's discarded shoes and examined it. Then she disappeared into the rear of the store for a moment before reappearing with a box. Inside were a pair of heels smothered in obviously fake brilliants.

Soon Dee was modelling her new outfit for the other women as they looked on. The dress was tight but the material stretched so that the skirt part did not hobble her. However, she was very aware of the material creeping up her thighs as she walked. Normally she might have been worried about displaying a flash of her panties. Tonight that wouldn't be an issue of course since, true to Shaka's rules, she wasn't wearing any. She moved a hand to push her dress back down.

"Feelin' shy," laughed Roni, "we'll see how long that lasts..."

Representing Shaka

The club was relatively small and discreet but pretty much ideal for their purposes. From the moment that they arrived there was no shortage of young Black men taking an interest in them.

Roni had taken Dee out onto the dance floor. "Time to represent your man teacher-lady. You've come to just the right place and got with just the right people. Time Shaka's new little bitch got herself turned out." She'd paused and gave a knowing smile. "Just relax and do what comes natural..."

Dee hardly heard that last comment. She certainly didn't have time to consider its implications. Instead she was already swept into the noise, lights and heat of the dance floor. Her initial reaction was that her dress was not made for dancing. It kept riding up and she was VERY aware of the fact that she was wearing nothing under it. Everyone else was almost certainly aware of it too. Even glancing down she could see the little bumps made by her nipples in the thin material.

The dress might not have been made for dancing but it certainly drew attention. Almost before she knew it Dee had three or four young men around her, competing to draw her eye.

Dee reached to ease her dress down yet again and gasped as she felt her hand caught in a strong grip. This man apparently wasn't inclined to share. He stepped up close to her - making sure he had her full attention. As the club lights flashed she took in his jet-black skin and the intent of his deep brown eyes, eyes fixed on hers. Seeing her watching him he raised an eyebrow and the corner of his mouth turned up in a smile.

Dee didn't move or speak. She was a little shocked by the man's actions but she was also excited. Here was a man who knew what he wanted. That little smile was so confident. He knew that he was hot - he knew what he was offering. She sensed that this was her moment to demur, to back out. If she didn't then he would accept her by right of conquest. She felt the heat in her body, her reaction to his strength and his desire for her. Of course she said nothing.

That confident little smile broadened a little and he moved a hand round to pull up her dress and expose her pale buttocks. Strong fingers clasped her butt cheek and squeezed it.

Dee opened her mouth to gasp. As she did so he moved forward and his mouth met hers. After a few moments he spoke, blunt and to the point.

"They got back rooms here."

***

Georgia and Roni hadn't been slow either. In the back room each of the women knelt before a Black man. By the time Dee had released her man's cock it was already semi-erect. He was big, not quite Shaka-sized, but still impressive. As she wrapped her fingers around it, marvelling at the contrast in skin-tones, she felt the warmth of him. Felt his cock stiffen a little more in response to her.

Roni was kneeling next to her and handed her a bottle of water. "You nervous girl - your mouth dry - take some fluid cos a real good BJ needs to get a bit sloppy."

Dee took a swig of the water - her eyes still fixed on the beautiful big Black cock in her hand. She could feel the blood pumping through it, preparing him ... for her. She couldn't wait any longer. She took the head of his cock into her mouth.

Roni chuckled. "So you started right. Just a little hand work to get yo' man nice and hard. Won't take long with studs like these. Then you just work that tip with your tongue and lips. Tease him a little - let you know you gonna make him feel real good."

Dee's man probably hadn't expected to be part of a tutorial but he didn't seem to mind. Quite the reverse. Dee tried to watch what Roni and Georgia were doing and then to imitate them.

"Uh uh," said Georgia, "half of its in the communication. Let your man know that you are enjoying pleasing him. Plenty of eye-contact, plenty of enthusiasm, smiles and moans when you can do it. Let him know his beautiful Black cock is the one thing that matters to you at that moment. Let him know that he is your master and you are his play-thing."

Dee looked up into the eyes of her man. His expression was calm, appraising her. He wanted to see what she could do - to judge if she was worthy of his attention. She was pleased her friends were there - to give her confidence. She wouldn't want to fail a beautiful man like this. She wouldn't want to fail Shaka.

She tried to remember the tips that Roni and Georgia had given her and occassionally sneaked glances to mirror their techniques. She knew she'd get no more verbal instructions. That had been the golden role. When giving a good Blow Job you gave ALL your attention to making your man feel good.

She worked her mouth to get some saliva and then took his big cock in between her lips. She moved down his shaft with her hand gently holding the base. She felt a little grunt of pleasure from him and that helped her confidence. She began a steady up and down motion all the time working her tongue in micro-movements on the bottom of his shaft. The cock was fully hard now - there was no doubt that he was enjoying it. A glance up secured a little nod of approval.

She sensed movement to her left and gave a little glance across. Roni had taken her man's cock out of her mouth and was down licking at his big balls. Almost without knowing it Dee followed her new friend's lead. Her mouth gently cupped one of her man's big heavy balls while she saw her white hand stroking up and down a dark shaft slick with her own saliva. She repeated the trick on his other ball - again seeming to feel it heavy with potent baby-making seed. This man was a powerful bull - a stud who could expect a woman to be able to please him as he deserved. She felt the weight of her responsibility just as she felt the weight of his balls. She gazed up at his dark features almost in awe. He had a little determined smile now and he was looking at her intently.

She took his shaft back into her mouth and began to work it hard. She pushed her mouth as far down his shaft as her hand would allow - felt him fill her mouth as she knew he could fill her pussy. Felt the saliva fill her mouth so she could use her tongue to spread it over him and lubricate her work with her hands. She took him out of her mouth and worked the tip a little from time to time. She was careful not to rush, careful to keep a variation in her work, careful to keep an eye on her man to check his reaction and take confidence from his obvious approval.

"Damn bitch - you a fly bop," the skinny guy suddenly grabbed Roni's head and held her in place. Dee licked at her man's cock as she watched Roni's throat working as she swallowed his load. Then the Black woman stood up and took a swig of water. She looked at her man as if to say, "well of course I am - don't you know nothin.' Then the two turned to watch Georgia.

Georgia had stripped off her top and had her man's Black cock between her big white breasts. The big Black man looked about to say something, his mouth opened and then he just gasped and shot his load up her chest and against her chin in six strong squirts.

The man coughed a little and caught his breath. "Damn..." was all he could say.

That just left Dee to get her man off and she realised that her jaw was starting to feel tired. She just wasn't used to this. She sped up her pace and started to hum - wondering if the vibration could help him get off. It did get a reaction. A big Black hand grasped her pony-tail and pulled her head just enough to stop her sucking. She looked up at him - didn't he like it? She immediately realised her mistake. His dark eyes burned with lust - lust for her. He hadn't stopped her because he didn't like her blow job - he had stopped her because he didn't want to finish yet. His other hand grasped her dress and pulled her upright. He made a gesture and his friends moved across to join him and his white slut. She felt them close in around her, knew that they were far from finished with her. Anxiety rushed through her but was immediately drowned out by the rush of sexual desire. These men wanted her - wanted her in a way her husband had never shown her - and nothing was going to stop them taking what they wanted. The danger of it was raw, intense - but again that logical knowledge was fighting with a sexual need that had been ignored and suppressed for way too long.

***

When they had moved a local Doctor had been recommended to them by David's family. Needless to say Dee couldn't go to him for birth control. Shaka had recommended a clinic and it had been very good but it had been in the Capital and it had taken time to make an appointment and to get there. In the end she had been able to come up early on her previous visit to Shaka.

As the men moved in around her Dee's mind was in a blur - remembering when she had started the course and trying to get straight just how long Dr Nikola had said it would be before they were 100% effective. She knew she was probably protected but 'probably' in this case meant potentially taking a huge risk.

She grasped all that and then almost lost it again as the men claimed her. One held her from behind and kissed her exposed neck as he pushed his hard naked cock against the thin pink material covering the White woman's butt. The second man's mouth was sucking hard on Dee's exposed right breast teasing her erect nipple. The third had pushed up the front of her dress and his big hand had disappeared inside to explore the treasure that lay within.

"Good news baby," said Georgia, "Roni and I are going to let this be your treat. Three beautiful Black men to fuck you and, best of all, the members here are all tested so they can take you bare. Just think - three potent Black men filling your sweet little white pussy with their seed."

Dee's eyes darted across to meet Georgia's - appealing for the sympathy of the only other white woman there. "I can't do it - It's a very bad time for me - We have to use condoms."

One of the men flashed a brilliant white smile. "She saying what I think she's saying?"

Georgia and Roni shared a glance. They had both noticed that Dee hadn't objected to the idea of being fucked by three Black strangers - her concern had only been that they wear condoms. Shaka's instinct about her had been right but they needed to test Dee a little more.

Roni's tone was merciless. "Seems like this little white wife has come to the hood all fertile and unprotected. Looks like she'll be going back to her pitiful white hubby with her first Black baby growing in her belly."

Dee's eyes were wide - staring at Roni, taking in what she had said. Did Dee try to pull free of the dark hands that were exploring her body? Did she try to resist as the straps of her dress were taken from her shoulder and it was pushed down to leave her breasts totally exposed? Did she say one word in protest at what was about to happen? No, no and no. Instead her body seemed to shudder and she gasped out the words, "Oh my God." If there had been any doubt her proud nipples betrayed just how aroused she was.

"Time to step it up a notch" said one of the men "this little bitch is long overdue a Big Black Cock in her." He leaned forward and picked up Dee as though she weighed nothing. He carried her to the bed and laid her there. She watched as the three men removed their remaining clothing. Soon all three Black men were naked, their cocks hard at the prospect of fucking her.

Dee's eyes shifted between them. They were stern, unyielding, fixed in their desire to take her, to claim another white wife as a Black man's woman. She knew she wanted it, realised how attractive she found their desire for her, doubted her ability to 'do the right thing', the responsible thing. Finally she almost whimpered, "Please - a condom."

"You bring a condom?" Her original man said it as he stepped forward and pushed her legs apart.

Of course she hadn't. She watched him move up between her legs. He gripped his cock and pushed it up to the entrance of her pussy. Dee swallowed hard, closed her eyes and awaited his first thrust but it didn't come. Instead he rubbed the thick head of his Black cock up and down the sensitive pink lips of her pussy. She opened her eyes and saw him smiling at her. It was a smile of triumph, a smile of conquest.

"So you gonna leave? Guess you don't want to get fucked since we ain't got no rubbers. That right little bitch?" He pushed his hard cock a little more firmly against the entrance to her sex. He could feel how wet she was for him - how much her body wanted this. He was satisfied and raised an eyebrow at Roni in a pre-arranged signal.

"No wonder you crackas are always ending up black bred. At least I came prepared." She reached for her bag and produced a handful of condoms. "Teacher-girl needs to learn her lesson tho so I'll add a little wrinkle just to keep things interesting." She reached back into her bag and produced a thin needle. She swiftly pushed the needle through two of the still-packaged condoms. Then she pushed all the condoms back into her purse and shuffled them with her finger.

Roni held her purse up to the man between Dee's legs. "Take your pick - but be careful putting it on. We don't want it splitting 'til you're inside her."

The man followed her advice. He gently rolled the condom onto his hard cock and then eased up to push home into Dee's pussy.

"Never was much good at math," Roni commented, "but that's two broken condoms out of eight and three of them are gonna get used. What's the odds on Dee here being a mom again?"

"1 in 4 with my man there, 2 in 7 for the next, by the time I'm fucking her it'll be a straight 50-50. Unless a condom breaks of course - no point using one if the ho is already likely knocked up." It was Roni's guy, the scrawny one of the three, who had spoken.

"Pays to have a bookie around at times like this," laughed Georgia's man, barrel-chested, shaven-headed and bearded. He stood aside watching the action on the bed.

Georgia was behind him and watching too as her hand reached round to gently stroke the man's cock. Keeping him rock-hard, keeping him ready. Dee was going to be well-fucked tonight. She'd be learning just what her new lifestyle meant and she'd be learning something else too. She'd be learning that there could never be any way back for her. She'd not be able to live without this after tonight. She'd be 'all in' and, whether she knew it yet or not, she'd want to give these men everything in her power to give. Georgia had been there herself - felt the exhilaration, the euphoria and, yes, the panic of that moment, that instant of realisation.

Contd....

[Blue Bull]

The man with Dee was big but toned, 'cut' as they said. His muscular definition was now under a sheen of sweat. He was working hard, powering that big Black cock into his new white conquest with strong deep strokes. Dee's hands looked ridiculously small against his broad powerful jet-Black back. Her fingers were almost white as she clung to him - hanging on for all she was worth. She put her head back into the pillow and moaned. Immediately his mouth was on hers. Sharing that moment, mingling their breath. Claiming her for him and his brothas.

As she watched Georgia knew what was surging through Dee's mind and body - the 'rush' of realisation of who she was now, of all that had changed and all that would change. She had been there herself. Had felt the panic and the exhilaration fight for dominance. It was all part of dumping all the BS - of coming to know who you really were and embracing that new reality. Georgia had been through that all. She knew who she was, was proud of who she was and regretted nothing that she had done.

Georgia knew that she would never feel that amazing first 'high' of realisation again. However, seeing Dee going through the same thing came damned close. It was fucking hot. Seeing a woman shaped and changed forever by the pure potent sexuality of men like these. Her hand stroked the hard cock of the bearded man and she nuzzled her body against him. She wanted him in her, wanted to feel him take her. But there would be many more nights like this. Tonight was for her new friend, her new sister, on the bed. Tonight was for Dee.

Dee felt the hard shaft pounding in and out of her body, felt the pure intent of the man fucking her. She knew he wanted that condom to break - he wanted to seed her and breed her. He was fucking her hard to try to make sure it happened. She felt fear and she felt desire - felt the two mingle and inter-twine and produce something else, a mix of the two fiercely strong emotions. Her eyes locked onto his - lost themselves in the two dark pools of shining lust. He would ruin her, destroy her - or maybe just complete her rebirth, seal the beginning of her new life.

She sensed the other two men close by her and waiting their turn. She moaned with desire and then almost snarled through gritted teeth,

"Fuck me you stud, see if you can knock this little white bitch up."

The man's lips tightened and he began a series of vicious almost brutal thrusts. No damaged rubber would survive this - she might already be unprotected, already laid wide open and vulnerable to his potent baby-seed. Dee, the demure little teacher-lady, put back her head and howled her desire. The man set his jaw and powered on - not even missing a stroke.

Roni looked on - felt in her balled fist the two damaged condoms that she had palmed earlier on. Hell, growing up around here you learned a lot of fly tricks. Shaka wouldn't appreciate them taking his new slut home already pregnant - this was only Act Two of the evening.

***

Strong Black fingers pushed up the short skirt. There was a short grunt of pleasure from the man as he grasped her now naked white buttocks. He leaned down and forward to kiss the woman as she looked up at him.

"Yeah you a real fine little bitch," he said in a low but meaningful tone. "My girls here say you learned your lessons tonight real good." Now his mouth found the exposed pale flesh of her neck. He nuzzled her, sucked on the warm flesh and then withdrew to admire the mark he had made on her. He knew her eyes were on him - waiting, submissive He'd known how good she could be ever since he'd heard her talk about that fool husband of hers, whatever the fuck he was called. Was it Derek or David? Probably - but who the fuck cared. He didn't and soon pretty little Dee wouldn't either.

Georgia was watching again, feeling the heat in her own body as she saw Dee submit, saw her take strength and joy from being in Shaka's powerful arms, from knowing that a man like him could desire her. Georgia had been there herself - she knew how it was, knew that there wouldn't be any way back for Dee now. It would just be a question of how far she would go and Georgia had all the enthusiasm of the convert. She wanted Dee and Anna and all the other white women like them to go ALL the way, to experience everything, to give themselves to their new life without reservation, without doubts and without limits. She hadn't told Shaka everything yet but she sensed now was the time.

"Dee didn't just do what you asked Shaka - she fucked all of them too."

Dee's head snapped round to look at Georgia with a look of mixed outrage and fear. How could Georgia have betrayed her to Shaka like that? Then Dee heard the deep rumble of his laughter, felt the vibration in Shaka's arms as he still held her.

"Don't worry little bitch - we happy to share all our riches with like-minded brothas unless of course..." He broke off with another chuckle.

Georgia watched Dee. Her distress had turned to confusion. It was hard at first to understand that these men were strong enough not to be challenged by sharing their women. She knew most had a wife or steady girl, almost always a Black woman. Their white bitches were their play-things - sometimes to be shared or even exchanged.

"You should know Shaka - Dee made them wear a condom."

Dee felt his fingers tighten on the flesh of her butt, squeezing the flesh almost painfully. "Can't be so," he said slowly, "I said everyone at that club's tested. No bitch of mine would disrespect my friends, would disgrace me, by asking a Black man to wear a condom."

His face wasn't fierce it was just hard, stern, remorseless. Dee knew she had fucked up bad but she had to make him understand.

"I couldn't - it's a bad time. I'm not sure the pill is effective yet and I couldn't risk..." She broke off - Shaka simply looked at her, impassive and unyielding.

Georgia played her next card. "We covered for her Shaka - we had them play the needle game - they didn't take offence. They just wished they'd got to fuck her properly, I mean raw, that's all."

Shaka lifted his head a little and pursed his lips as if in consideration Georgia watched Dee's every move - saw her fear of his rejection and her desperation to win back his approval. At that moment she knew they would win.

"Gonna send you back there with Georgia in a few weeks - make sure you find those brothas and put your mistake right. You fuck them any way they wants and no damn rubbers. You understand."

Dee nodded - still searching his eyes for forgiveness but finding only strict appraisal. Suddenly she felt his fingers move round her body and find her pussy. They teased a little before a finger slipped inside.

"Tell me again and this time mean what you say. Who this fine white pussy belong to?"

Dee swallowed and looked into his face again. She knew that she had to pass the test or she'd be sent back home - back to David, back to the crushing tedium of living with her husband.

"It belongs to you Shaka," she whispered.

"Say it like you's proud not like you's ashamed. Say it in front of these two witnesses here, shit say it in front of the whole world. Get your damn phone out Roni and capture just how proud Dee here is to be my newest little white bitch."

Roni was smiling as she chewed her gum and in a couple of seconds flat had Dee's face on the screen of her phone.

Shaka raised an eyebrow and Dee knew it was her time - the time every Black-owned woman knew that there would be no limits and could be no regrets in her new life.

"Its your pussy Shaka." This time her voice was firm and clear.

Georgia moved in and untucked Dee's blouse from her skirt. She held up the material to reveal Dee's belly.

"Hmmnnn," said Shaka. He liked the way Georgia's mind was working.

Georgia lay a white hand on the pale skin of Dee's belly. "Who does this belong to Dee - say it loud and proud."

The hesitation was momentary, a split-second. Then Roni's camera caught Dee's face as she proudly said, "It belongs to Shaka - everything I have belongs to Shaka now."

"Your womb too..." That was Shaka just making sure the camera knew what everyone in the room had already realised.

"Yes ... but I'm scared - my family."

The big Black alpha male nodded. "No need little bitch, it's clear you worried about it. But that's just foolish - all you needs to do is leave everything to me. I'll make the decisions for you and I won't send you out fertile again for a while." He checked her face for a sign of relief but he knew this woman was smart, she knew what he was saying. "When it's time I'll keep you to myself - just play it by ear whether to make you my baby-momma or not. Understand that?"

"Yes Shaka ... thank you Shaka."

"His eyes were on her exposed midriff again. "Damn you look good - no-one would know you got three kids already. I like you dressed like that - like to take you round and show all the young bloods what a fine dime I got."

Georgia took the hint and pulled the blouse up before knotting it under Dee's breasts - leaving inches of pale skin exposed above her skirt.

Shaka gestured and kept his eyes locked on Dee's as Georgia moved to undo his belt and pull down his pants and shorts.

Dee's eyes finally left his. They glanced down - saw his beautiful big Black cock fully hard, stretching up against his own belly. Her whole body pulsed with the knowledge that this alpha male wanted her. The proof was there - hard and ready to give her the pleasure that she had craved ever since the first time with him. But it was also ready to do something else - its true purpose. To take the potent African seed in his heavy balls and plant it inside her potentially fertile white body - to make a fourth child for her.

"I'm ready - how about you." His voice was silky-smooth as his fingers found her pussy again. He explored and then raised them to her mouth. She opened up and let him place his glistening fingers there. She tasted herself, her own excitement, her own readiness to be taken for her man's pleasure.

He edged forward and took his big Black cock in his hand. He bent his knees a little and rubbed the stiff head of his cock against the warm wet entrance to her pussy. "You wanna be fucked now?"

"Yes," she almost growled.

"You want to play games with condoms or you want to fuck for real, to fuck bare like a good little white bitch should?"

"No condoms - just fuck me. Please Shaka - fuck me." Dee was almost writhing as she tried to work her body onto the hard Black cock. She was in delicious torment - craving what she had earlier dreaded.

.He pulled her back to his couch and sat on it. Then he moved her onto him and as she sat astride him she gasped as she finally felt him enter her. Felt his familiar size and strength and power claim her pussy as only a real man could.

"Ride that cock little bitch - show everyone watching how you like to fuck when you get away from that piece of shit white husband of yours."

He was telling her the video wouldn't be kept private. He'd share it - just as he was going to share her. She didn't care - he knew what she needed. She would risk it, risk everything, without hesitation.

He was enjoying it - relishing her working her body up and down his shaft in a quick rhythmn. Enjoying her effort to get him as deep into her willing fertile body as she could.

"If you had no commitments, if you was free and easy like Georgia over there, I'd already have done my best to make you my baby-momma. You know that don't you little bitch." His voice was still silky smooth, just stating facts without any drama. "It won't take me long once I decide - you know that don't you."

The look in Dee's eyes told him that she knew. Shaka had a reputation - she wouldn't be the first or even in the first dozen. His seed was potent and strong and her body would welcome it. The rhythmn of her fucking didn't change .

"You look fucking hot riding my D teacher-girl. Only one thing would be better." His hand found her right breast - still inside her blouse. "Have these all ripe and full with milk ready for my young one." His hand moved to her belly. "See this filling out nice as my baby grows in you. See you make me proud of you."

Still she worked on him - but the speed of her work if anything had edged up a little. His voice had taken on an almost hypnotic quality - claiming her mind just as his powerful thrusts were claiming her body. "Yeah, get that belly nice and ripe - then I'll take you all round the hood. Show how proud I am of you - make sure everyone knows I selected you to carry my next."

He saw the sweat on her brow - heard her little moan. He knew the signs - she didn't want to fuck all night she just needed what he could give her.

"If I decide where to cum you know I'm going to try to send you home pregnant don't you? So I'd best defer again."

She kept fucking him - her eyes locked on his. Expecting him to give her the choice again.

He smiled. "So I'll let Georgia there decide. What you say girl - should I pull out of your little friend here or knock her up?"

Georgia didn't hesitate. "There's nothing like the moment your Black Master seeds you, perhaps knocks you up and makes part of you his for ever. She needs to feel that..."

Shaka gave a little nod and then moved swiftly. He shifted to his right and soon had Dee's back on the couch. Her legs were up and her body perfectly positioned for his long strong thrusts. She waited for what she knew was her destiny, as seconds seemed to become hours for her, and then saw his smile of triumph before he grunted and then finally held himself planted firmly inside her body She seemed to feel his pulses of potent DNA-rich seed as they spurted deep into her and then took position ready to greet her defenceless egg and make her Black-bred. She gasped and her legs quivered as the power of the moment sent her nerves and synapses into a great breaking wave of lust and desire.

As Dee got control back she saw him carefully stroking his cock with his hand, its tip still in her. He was making sure she took it all - giving himself the best possible chance. The power of the moment struck her again - the potential and the risks of rolling these particular dice. She felt that quiver of lust pass through her again - knew that it was a dangerously powerful feeling. A woman could get used to feeling that rush - could come to crave it. That could only end one way but such thoughts could wait. Now she had her man's seed in her and it felt fucking good.

"How was it?" asked Georgia.

"OMG!," was all Dee could say. She felt as well as heard Shaka's pleased chuckle as he still held her.

"Its amazing isn't it - there's nothing quite like it. Well - there is one thing. When instead of thinking you might be primed for your man instead you KNOW that you are. That's the pinnacle, that's the best. When Shaka takes you then - it will be incredible, you'll see."

Dee didn't quite see how it could be much better than tonight had been. However, she knew that she wanted to find out. Except that, of course, she had to be so careful. Even tonight, when the risk had been tiny, even tonight could have consequences. There was no way she could ever do what Georgia was suggesting - it would be so irresponsible, so dangerous, so exciting.

Shaka leaned forward to kiss Dee - pleased by her hunger for the gentle touch of his lips.

"Me and my teacher-girl got an arrangement, ain't we baby. I won't breed her until she asks me. That's fair ain't it sweetness."

She stretched her head up to have him kiss her again. She wasn't sure that concession would make much difference. She'd had a little taste of the forbidden fruit and she wasn't sure if she would always be able to deny herself its sweet juice.

David Puts His Foot Down

"I can't believe it. Don't I mean anything to you? How could you keep me in the dark about this - how could you not even have thought about how this affects me? How I feel about all of this. How I feel about you putting..." He almost swallowed back the word he had obviously been about to use. "...those people in front of me - and in front of your own children." The last half-sentance was delivered almost triumphantly as if he had suddenly hit on a trump card, the winning argument.

There had been times when a petulant whine like this one from her husband had cut Dee to the quick. Those days, she realised with some reassurance, had passed. This was his reaction to her making a decision about her own professional future - her desire to teach at Tubman High. He didn't have a clue how far his years of complacency had undermined his own comfortable little world. How she now noticed little things like the fact he had bitched on his own behalf five times before he thought of mentioning the children, and then as "your own children" - not as "our own children." In his mind were they really just a tool to control her? She didn't think so, she really hoped not. But they certainly hadn't been in the front of his mind when he started on his little hissy fit.

There were practical issues with her working in the Capital. The commute would be a little longer. David would have to look after himself a little more so that she would have time to make sure the children were ready for college. That, of course, was what his whining protests were all about. Any alteration to his status quo, to his comfortable routine - it was always the same.

His little temper tantrum seemed to have burned itself out. He was stood there with his upper lip wobbling. Even young Leah would soon be growing out of nonsense like that. Her husband was so weak, so spoiled by his male white privilege. Her new job would make relatively little difference to his life He'd spend a little more time with his children, a little less time vegetating in front of the TV. He'd be putting them to bed on Saturdays instead of waiting for her to get home. Again that wasn't a bad thing for him or them. It just meant a little change, a little more effort on his part.

If he knew the truth then he really would have something to complain about. She had to recognise that one day he probably would know the truth. She just had to make sure that it wasn't for a long while - or until she could figure out some way forward for them all. With a moment's frustration she realised that once more it would be her who had to think for them all and make decisions for them all. If he'd only been a real man then... She shook that thought out of her head. David was who David was and she had to protect him from the consequences of his own inadequacy - for as long as she could.

Just another task for a busy soccer mom.

End of Chapter 6.....

[Blue Bull]

White Teacher begins her new job at Tubman High.....

Truth and Consequences

It had been a tense couple of weeks after that particular visit to Shaka. Dee had checked the paperwork and her calendar a couple of times immediately she had got home. She should have been OK. She should have been protected from the consequences of her own... She wanted to say 'desires', perhaps even 'needs, but she knew she should say 'stupidity'. Even with that small possible risk it had been crazy to let Shaka cum in her. She swallowed a little as she thought about that moment. How his deep brown eyes had gazed into hers. How he had seemed to capture her soul in that moment. How she had known that if he demanded it she would give him anything in her power to give.

It had been earthy, elemental, natural. The most natural thing in the world. A man and a woman whose desire for each other would produce new life, their child. It had been the most natural thing and she had desperately wanted it in that split-second before he had filled her with his seed. She could not deny that. She had wanted it, wanted it more than anything. She had been willing to risk everything, to face the possibility of losing everything. She remembered vividly how she had held onto Shaka's strong body, held him to her as he had shot his seed deep within her. She remembered how she hadn't wanted to let him go - to break her contact with his strength, his power, his vitality.

A moment of madness. Perhaps. She had certainly thought so over the following couple of weeks. When she looked at her beautiful daughters - when she smiled at some precociously clever comment of young Davey. How could she have been so foolish? How could she have risked hurting them? Because it would hurt them, hurt them terribly. David might be a total wash-out as a husband but he was their father and they loved him, just as they loved her. As a teacher she had seen enough results of family break-downs. Some children were strong and resilient. Others were not - had to be especially cared for so that the hurt and mental scars might have a chance to heel. She was proud of her children. She believed that they would be in the first category. She just prayed that she would never be responsible for putting them to the test.

A moment of madness. Wasn't even that lying to herself? It hadn't even been one night of madness. It hadn't been the night at the club with three Black men whose names she still didn't know, it hadn't been the aftermath with Shaka taking her unprotected, it hadn't even been the night sleeping between the warm bodies of Georgia and Roni. The next morning her friends had driven her to a pharmacy. She had known why. The morning-after pill. Also, perhaps, a test of her commitment.

The latter didn't matter. Dee had her own rules, her own code. One was that you had to take responsibility for your actions. She taught her classes that and she was not a hypocrite - she truly and deeply believed what she taught. If you enjoyed the wild ride then you had to be ready to pay the price, to accept the possible consequences. Taking that pill just wouldn't have seemed right to her and it would have left her forever wondering what might have been. The odds had been massively against her getting pregnant, the risk hadn't been so great - that time at least.

So she hadn't been swept away in a maelstrom of lust and desire. She also hadn't been coerced or intimidated. It had been her own decision, a decision coolly taken while sat in the vehicle outside that pharmacy. The decision to let things work out as they would work out. The decision to own her actions and yes, if necessary, to own the consequences too.

That was what she told herself but she knew that there was another side to her decision too.

It was like mountain-climbing or driving a car at 200 mph or cliff-diving or any of a thousand such pursuits. It was the risk that made life so bright and vibrant. The wait would be like a gambler watching the roulette ball fall or the last card turn. The higher the stakes the stronger the rush and stakes didn't come much higher than those she had been playing for. She'd just have to be really careful in the future. She sent that message firmly into her brain but already knew that in the most instinctive regions, where mother nature kicked logic's butt every time, the message might not last long if it was received at all. She would only find that out as time passed.

Dee had three children - she knew the signs of pregnancy as well as any woman could. The next couple of weeks were spent being hyper-sensitive to every one of them. Once or twice she had felt the cold grip of real fear. Had seemed to sense those first signs. Had perhaps imagined them or, though she would never have admitted it, may even have yearned to feel them.

In time her body had told her that there would be no new pregnancy. Her reaction had surprised her. On the top, of course, a huge joyous crescendo of relief. But there had been that other reaction, that reaction deep down in her very being. Regret. Disappointment. She had realised with terrible certainty that there was a part of her that desperately wanted it, wanted to have Shaka's baby. No matter the risks or the consequences - it was there, deep in her soul.

Shaka had twice now said that he would wait until she was ready. If David had said such a thing she would have been frustrated beyond measure. She would have accused him of dodging the issue, of heaping all the responsibility onto her as usual. This, however, was different. She didn't doubt what Shaka wanted. She also knew there were moments when she would give him what he desired, give it joyously and without reservation, heedless of the consequences. Heedless until that next morning, those next weeks, that moment when the consequences of her decision became clear.

It was weakness on her part, she knew that. She knew that there shouldn't be any question about this. But she also knew how she had felt when she had seen that photo of Shaka's wife and children. His children were so beautiful.

She remembered again that moment when their eyes had met. Did he know? Did he realise what she felt? Had he realised it even before she had?

Shaka had allowed this to be her decision. Why? She had a real suspicion that she knew. He was confident that he would get what he wanted either way and he preferred that, when the time came, it be her decision. That would make her his even more.

Sat in her kitchen at home she felt herself shudder a little. It wasn't fear that she might be right about him. It was the very real fear that he was right about her.

***

Shaka had kept her to himself the previous Saturday. He had taken her out for a meal - really the first time that they had ventured out of an almost all-Black milieu together. The restaurant had been in the Capital but seemed a million miles from Shaka's normal stomping grounds.

Not that it had been unwelcoming. The clientele was mixed, if overwhelmingly white, and the food and service were of the highest quality.

Shaka had picked out her dress for her after she had modelled three or four for him. That had been fun in itself - the sort of fun she'd stopped getting at home years ago. Shaka's choice had been a vivid scarlet number which left her shoulders, arms and upper back exposed. The material was bunched into small pleats everywhere except over the bust. There the material stretched to clearly show the curves beneath. It was really every bit as revealing as the dress she had worn to the club that first time but there was a massive difference. That dress had looked cheap and had blatantly signalled her availability. This dress looked anything but cheap and it was just amazing for Dee to wear. It made her feel like a million dollars and look ... like an unobtainable goddess.

Shaka had already taken her to a salon. He'd handed her over to the women there and just said, "Do your magic," before leaving Dee to their gentle ministrations. Hair, nails and make-up were all given their attention. It was amazing. The hair stylist was African-American, perhaps fifty. She had appraised Dee carefully and then just gone to work. She hadn't seemed to do anything dramatic - basically she had seemed to do just what Dee's normal stylist did. However, there was some magic in those scissors. The changes were marginal but they were all for the better. It was the same with her make-up. Nothing blatant, nothing outrageous - just little touches but every one combining to make her look and feel great.

Entering that restaurant Dee had felt wonderful. She had seen herself in the mirror and knew what she looked like. It hadn't surprised her when heads had turned as she had arrived. When even the highly-trained maitre d' hadn't been able to resist letting his eyes linger that split-second too long. Dee didn't take offense. She was looking pretty darned fine if she said so herself.

Shaka was in a made-to-measure suit, material almost as dark as his skin. Not his usual outfit but Dee knew that he was wearing it to complement her own appearance. He looked so masterful and impressive - he was a big man and he could adopt a formidable gravitas at times. He had it now as he walked her to their table, as he showed her off to the other diners, to the staff, to everyone else who cared to look.

It hadn't taken long for Dee to work out what was going on. Shaka was flaunting his new trophy girlfriend. He was enjoying every glance that she drew, savouring the frustration of every white boy in the place that wished she was there with them instead of him.

Most of the other diners were of their age or a little older. This was clearly not a cheap establishment. There were some younger women there - Dee had automatically noticed them when she came in. They were there with rather older men. They were beautiful but with all the fragile glamour of youth. Dee did not feel threatened. Even less when one of the older men excused himself and Dee immediately caught his 'pretty little thing' checking out Shaka! Dee carefully placed a hand on Shaka's and saw the girl purse her lips a little and look away.

Oh it was such fun! She knew she was there with the hottest man possible and, what was even better, she knew Shaka had brought her here because he knew how good SHE looked. It was delicious - quite as delicious as the exquisite food served up for them. She was showing him off and he was showing her off.

She caught some of the older matrons looking at her with fury - some of the old boomers too. She didn't care - in fact that just made her feel even more delightfully naughty. Shaka was being the perfect gentleman - he was doing nothing to embarrass her. However, she knew that everyone there knew that she would be with Shaka tonight

Was it shallow of her? Was it vain to derive such pleasure from all of the attention that they were drawing? She didn't know and she didn't care. She hadn't felt so attractive or had such fun for ages!

***

"You enjoyed that didn't you." There was a little chuckle in Shaka's comment.

She glanced at him and smiled, biting her lip gently. "You could tell?"

He moved up and a big hand cupped her breast through the material of her dress. His thumb gently rubbed the bulge in the material made by her hard nipple. "I'm thinking everyone could - these were signalling pretty strong from the moment we stepped out of the taxi."

She giggled. She hadn't even thought about that.

"You look damn fine in this dress girl. Only seen you look better when..."

He let the sentance hang in the air. She knew what he wanted. Soon the dress was on the floor and she was naked before him, looking up into his face. Ready to be taken by him wherever he wanted her to go.

"I like the fact we don't have to rush no mo'. Got you all night to myself."

She smiled up at him. Let him know that she felt the same - as if he didn't know.

He kissed her and then took her chin between his fingers. "You are real kicking you know that teacher-girl. Maybe you're getting the idea after tonight. Most of them men were wanting you and most of the women was envious of you. Even that little blonde piece. What was that you told me once - how you a little soccer-mom all past your prime and shit. Shaka knew better didn't he."

He kissed her again, a deep lingering kiss.

"I don't have time to waste any mo'. I don't settle for less than the best. So you with me and that proves what a fly little bitch you is. Took you there tonight cos I knew I had the best. NO man there had a tighter piece on his arm. I knew it and soon as we walked in everyone else knew it too."

He kissed her neck as she put her head back and thought about all he was telling her. Felt his gentle lips on the delicate pink skin of her throat. He finally straightened up again.

"Time you only settled for the best too. This," - he kissed her lips, - "and this," - his hand cupped her naked pussy, - "need to be put aside for those that appreciate them. You hearing me, you getting that this is the real talk."

She was starting to understand. It would be another step into her new self, her new being. Another worthless aspect of her old life discarded and replaced by the true living vibrancy of life with Shaka and - she hesitated before completing the thought - men like Shaka.

"My husband..."

"That fool had his chance. How long did he have you to himself? Well, he took it for granted for way too long. Now you've found how things really is. Am I frontin ya?

"No - it's true but..."

"No buts. From now on you ain't giving this away to no fools. You are strictly off limits to white boys, ALL white boys, that straight."

It wasn't like Dee would be giving up anything of value. David's love-making had ceased to do anything for her years ago. But still...

"Yes, but he is my husband."

Shaka showed his strong white teeth in a smile as he acknowledged her acceptance of how things had to be. "Oh, you can still give the fool a treat now and then." He raised his hand and made a masturbatory gesture. "He should be grateful he's even getting that. Now, we gonna talk or you gonna let me fuck you like I been wanting to all evenin'."

Well it only seemed polite...

***

Shaka had fucked her. Except that it had been more like making love to her. He had kept his raw power in check - instead displaying a tender attention in his love-making that had only been present in cameos before. He had explored her body, every part of her body, as if it had been their first time. His skilled fingers and his teasing tongue had taken her close to a peak before he had even thought of entering her. Just being with him seemed to get her quite a way there and Shaka was a man of formidable experience and technique. After all those years sharing a bed with David she had finally found out what sex really should be. Shaka could exploit every sensitive part of her, could be relentlessly strong or almost agonisingly gentle. More importantly, he seemed able to sense what she needed and when she needed it.

It wasn't just that Shaka knew how to please a woman. It was even better that he himself took such obvious pleasure from doing so. She often saw or sensed his eyes on her. Those deep brown eyes watching her movements, noting her reactions, adjusting his moves to meet her needs. It was exquisite, almost mercilessly so at times. He would take her so far and then back off or simply keep her at that level. She knew why. He was proving his prowess - demonstrating that he could give her what she needed almost at will. Then, when she was just beginning to yearn for completion, he would make his move.

His strength was always there - even when he chose not to use it. This time he had moved between her legs and effortlessly pulled her up to him. Dee had given a little gasp of surprise and then just clung on tight. Her legs wrapped round his shoulders and her hands holding his close-cropped head as his mouth sought and found her clit. His tongue played with and explored and exploited her. Dee could only hang onto him, feel the waves of pleasure coursing through her body, understand yet again the truth that Shaka was imparting to her. So many years before she had learned the truth, before she had known that it could be like this, before she had met a man like this. So many years wasted before she had met Shaka and he had claimed her as one of his women.

Dee didn't want to waste any more time. She wanted to savour every moment of her new reality. She wanted to immerse herself in this new life totally and without reservation. But there would be a cost if she was to do that and later she would remember and accept once again that it was a price she could not pay. There was not only herself to think of.

That regret was for the future though. With Shaka there was always the joy of the present, the climactic moment. When her man would take her to those heights. When he would sense how close she was and decide to take her on and through. He heard her gasp and felt her legs quivering but did not let up with that teasing tongue until he had taken her to where she needed to be.

Only then, when she was flushed and panting for breath did he let her down and move his own body forward. Only then did he line up that big hard Black cock and start to push his way into her. Gently, easily, allowing his shaft to explore every part of her wet pussy. They did not 'fuck' this time. This time they each savoured every pleasure that the other could give them. They kissed hungrily, their tongues seeking each other, all to the accompaniment of his long strokes into her. There was no rush, there was no hurry, for tonight each belonged unconditionally to the other.

Before they had almost always ended with him in her. Tonight, though, Dee wanted to do something else for him. She wanted to show him how much he had done for her, how much she had learned. She had gasped "Let me" into his ear and he had allowed her to take the lead for once. He had lay on the bed as she had put all her skills learned from Roni and Georgia to good use. She had worked hard, with concentration and commitment, endeavouring to give him the best blow job that she could. Her sweet mouth exploring and tasting every part of his big hard jet-black shaft, a shaft at first wet with her own juices but soon cleaned by her tongue. She had nuzzled his big heavy balls and teased them, spread her warm saliva over them. She had giggled when he had given out a little groan. That taught him - see how he liked it. Well, apparently almost as much as she did.

Finally she had given him as wet and sloppy a blow-job as she could, working his shaft with her hand as she moved her mouth up and down him. It hadn't taken long. She'd finally felt his hand grasp her hair and almost at the same moment his cum had spurted into her mouth.

This was the moment of truth. Dee had concentrated on swallowing him, making sure not to waste any of him, not to disrespect a single drop of his precious baby-making juice. Five heavy spurts that almost seemed likely to fill her mouth to over-flowing but she did her job well, served her man as he deserved to be served. She took him all, swallowed and then showed him her open mouth, empty of his sperm.

She was rewarded with a smile and by the pleasure in his deep brown eyes. It felt wonderful to be able to give him something back for all he was doing for her. She felt sexy and desirable as she never had before.

Shaka savoured the moment. Dee was his favourite little bitch and she just got better and better. He knew what he wanted for her - knew what a fine little white woman like her needed to make her complete. There were some practicalities to sort out but he was determined to see what a beautiful little soul the two of them would create. He weighed his words and finally spoke. "Damn, you been learning some skills. We'll be doing that some more - until you're ready."

Contd....

[Blue Bull]

He watched her and saw in her eyes that she had got the message, the reaffirmation of his desire for her. The proof, once more, that only she herself was standing between her and that potential new future. If he was right about her then she would be giving that little comment a lot of thought through the weeks to come. The barriers she had built against such an irreversible commitment would be worn down and weakened once more. A little by his actions but more by her own feelings which would be given the right to flourish by his comment.

She was his. It only remained to make it clear to she herself and then to everyone else.

***

They lay together. Dee luxuriated in the pleasure of it. However, it seemed Shaka wasn't finished with her. His big hand gently felt her breast before his mouth closed on her. His tongue teased her hard nipple and then he smiled at her. "I love these."

"No kidding..." giggled Dee.

"I'm thinking you need some more jewellery."

He had bought her his hoops, his ring and her necklace. She loved them all and especially loved to wear them when she was with him. She felt a little regret every Sunday morning when she had to take off her hoops and necklace on the way home. It was symbolic of her return to 'real life', of her need to surrender her new existence and freedom.

Shaka reached across and produced a small box. In it were two small titanium pieces of jewellery. Were they ear-rings? "Soon as you've cut off that white boy husband of yours we can get you fitted up with these. They will make you look even more beautiful - make THESE look even more beautiful." He leaned down to gently lick her nipple fully erect again.

Dee caught her breath as she realised just what those little titanium items were. Jewellery that she wouldn't be taking off every time she went home. Jewellery that would ensure that she couldn't be topless in front of her husband without some very awkward questions. A new and startling commitment that he was asking her to make to her new lifestyle.

Her ears were pierced but she had never imagined having anything else done. It wasn't something that a girl, and later a woman, like her did. But now she found that she didn't reject the idea out of hand. She took the small box from him and examined the items.

She felt a little thrill as she did so. Each was a combined half ring and small bar. She could see how they would work and could also see the symbol contained within each half-ring. A black spade symbol, like the suit in a pack of playing cards, with a white 'Q' contained within it.

She had seen that symbol before. Georgia had pointed it out to her and told her what it meant. These would identify the wearer as a 'Queen of Spades', a woman that went with Black men. They would potentially identify her new self to anyone seeing them. It would be a permanent identification of herself and a permanent danger of her exposure.

That little thrill as she handled the small objects didn't go away. It was building. She held one of them up to her right nipple. She looked at it - imagined it in its proper place.

Shaka moved in. "That looks right don't it."

She couldn't help but admit that it did. Not just as jewellery but because of what it symbolised on so many levels. She imagined it. At home with David or shopping back in Ireton, even driving her girls around in he Odyssey. When all the time...

Shaka had been watching her. He gave a little nod. "I'll talk to Izeye - get it arranged for you as soon as I know you're deserving them."

When Dee looked back at him her eyes showed that delicious mixture of raw excitement and slight fear at just how naughty she was being. He loved to see that look in a white woman's eyes. Loved it even more when it was a beautiful classy little piece like this one. She really was about the best he'd ever had the privilege of taking in hand. She'd come a long way since the first time she'd walked into Silky's. Still had a ways to go of course but he was going to enjoy taking her every step of the way.

Tubman High

Pretty soon Dee learned that in most ways teaching at Tubman High was just like teaching at any other college. There were routines, there was paper work, there was the enjoyment of working with a good team and of educating students who were ready and eager to learn. Not all the students were so easy of course but that was also true of any college.

David had not been happy when she had told him of her new job. He'd looked up Tubman High on Google maps and had nearly blown a fuse. "You can't teach there - it's way over in the Capital!" She knew what that really meant.

She'd pointed out that his move to a new job had left her needing to find one. The local smaller suburban colleges weren't exactly flowing over with opportunities and she had been darned fortunate to be offered an effective promotion at Tubman High. Of course there would be extra requirements on her time and additional duties but it had been an opportunity too good to pass up.

What she didn't tell him was that the Taylor Foundation also seemed extremely 'liberal' in ways that might prove crucial in the future. On her first tour of the facility Dee had noticed the extremely well-appointed crèche.

The college Principal, one of the small minority of male staff, was quite open as to the reasoning. "We serve a community whose children need the best possible start. If they aren't given a vision for their future by us then there are many malign influences out there that will fill the gap. We select our staff very carefully - we need to know that they are motivated to help us fulfil our aims. We need to know that they have a stake in the success of our community. When we find them we are most certainly not going to reject them simply because they need maternity leave or need help with child-care. The Foundation has spent a lot of money on these buildings and their equipment but without our most vital resource, our teaching staff, all that will be useless. We cherish our team-members and, in fact, we have recruited teachers rejected from other collegeing systems for such reasons. Teachers with the highest credentials are always going to be welcome with us. Here we expect the best quality teaching from our staff and appropriate behaviour on site. If you're a quality teacher then the rest of your life is none of my goddam business - if you pardon the French. I've seen enough to know we need you on this team - there's important work to be done here and a real difference to be made. I very much feel that your place should be here - what about you Dee?"

Was David's pathetic whining going to compete with the deep-brown eyes boring into her very soul as Marcus Jones made that little speech? Well, hardly!

"You've always taught in suburban colleges are you sure you could cope with a college like that. Urban children would be different - are you sure you wouldn't be out of your depth?"

Well thanks for the vote of confidence hubby! 'Urban children' indeed - as if a five-year-old couldn't see through that mealy-mouthed bit of casual racism.

She knew what the real problem was. He'd had it way too easy for way too long. Frankly she wondered sometimes that he didn't want her to tie his shoe-laces for him. He now worked closer to home and he was going to have to step up. There was the question of her 'work training seminars' every weekend but they had become non-negotiable. She needed her time with Shaka - and with Shaka's friends.

Now they had to be a partnership looking after the children. She knew the best thing would be for them to move nearer to her work but David, of course, wouldn't have that. So he was going to have to do his share.

The evening duty hadn't helped. It was apparently something the Taylor Foundation liked all of its teachers to do, at least at first. It did mean she got to leave earlier a couple of afternoons a week which helped with the children. But David had not been pleased - he'd have been even less pleased if he'd known what Mr Jones had told her.

"Dee - one of our toughest tasks is keeping our people from gang life - offering them that alternative, affirmative, road. Every day here you will be doing that but we can do more, indeed with your skills you are perfectly suited to do more. We offer special mentoring to young men who need education in life skills of the legitimate kind. You will be making a real difference."

Marcus Jones was always strictly professional with his staff. That didn't stop Dee noticing just how handsome he was. She couldn't say no to him on this - she doubted she could ever say no to him on much about anything.

***

Dee had a lot of experience teaching middle and high college boys. She knew that an attractive female teacher drew attention from the older boys that wasn't necessarily related to what they were trying to teach. It came with the territory - most definitely not to be encouraged but nothing too serious either.

At Tubman High it was a little different. Children grew up fast around these parts. They also weren't nearly as shy as most of her previous pupils had been. When she was teaching the higher classes she was dealing with what were virtually young men, standing a head and more taller than her.

She knew the subtle signs. Here you saw some not so subtle signs. It was no sort of threat - almost flattering in fact. It was a peculiar fact that Taylor Foundation colleges seemed to employ a clear majority of female white teachers alongside a smaller group of African-American men and women. The boys had a lot of choices for their 'crushes' but even some of her colleagues laughed about how she was one of the boys' 'favourites.'

***

"So what we call ya?"

"What do you mean - I'm Mrs...."

Her voice was drowned out by the four young men's laughter.

"Shit thass what we call our probation officers. They all a bunch of fuckin' poodles. Can't be calling you that!"

"Shit no babe, a poodle you most certainly are not."

"Damn Malik, can't be calling her that - that ain't right!" The smaller one was laughing his ass off, nearly falling off his plastic chair.

The one with the slightly drooping eyes and a scar across his left jaw-line fluttered his fingers and the other three eased down the volume and after a few seconds fell quiet.

"See I'm Pops on the grounds that I'm six months younger but a thousand years smarter than these mothas. Malik is Malik cos his name is Malik and he got no imagination."

The one with corn-rows flipped him the bird in a friendly fashion.

Pops went on. "Quiet brotha chilling on the end - that's Bobo, cos when he was eleven he was out on the street selling genuine Chinese Rolex watches."

The quiet one, well the relatively quiet one, raised his eyebrows and gave Dee a nod.

"Finally, the little brotha whose been baggin ya - that would be Andre - called that cos his daddy was a big wrestling fan. Why he call you that again, Dre?

"Fuck you Pops. You know why - we been hangin for twelve years and more so you fuckin should. He called me that cos back in the day there was some poor old fucka called Andre the Giant."

Malik and Bobo were laughing now - just as they had every time they'd heard it over the last ten years.

Pops turned back to Dee. "Sayin' it again - so what do we call ya?"

Bobo gave a little grunt. "She a teacher-lady - call her Teach."

The others agreed to that.

Dee had been listening to the four men - noting their interaction, their familiarity and their apparent pecking-order. They were old associates - almost able to finish each other's thoughts. She'd also worked out the not-too-complicated naming conventions.

"So if you want to call me that it's because you don't think I can teach you anything..."

The four of them gave her little sardonic smiles and exchanged glances.

"Love to teach you somethin' tho, bet you'd love it too." That was Malik.

Dee didn't answer him - just gave him her sternest look. Malik seemed to enjoy it. Dee considered her options. She could call the session at an end but that would be to accept defeat and to show her new boss that she couldn't adapt to a tough situation. That would not do. She had to find a way to engage with them through the bravado.

"So why are you here? It's not a court order - you chose to come"

It seemed a fair question. The young men responded with a fidgety silence. Finally, Pops spoke, "We all a conviction off going away till our hair's grey and our cocks are limp. We all been in and out of homes and juvie since we could remember. It gets real old real quick - or worse it gets to be all there is and all there ever will be."

"Which means," said Bobo, "we is here."

"But it doesn't come natural," said Dee. She also knew that the confession of weakness hadn't come easily. These were eighteen-year-old men - full of spunk and braggadocio. Admitting it to someone they perceived as an 'authority figure' was even harder for them.

"This place don't help," Dre shifted on his plastic chair and looked around the small classroom. "Never did take to collegeing. Besides," his wicked smile was back, "its a fucking waste having to meet a prime dime like you in a place like this."

Dee knew the young men were testing her - checking her out. Well, they seemed to be checking her out in more ways than one. She'd felt their eyes on her every second since the session had started. Malik was sat with his legs wide apart showing an impressive bulge in his pants. It seemed his record wasn't the only thing he had that was impressively long for one his age.

"Where else would we meet?" It was out almost before she realised it.

A bright smile. "Know a little place we can get a drink just round the corner. Me and Dre got a crib not too far way too."

They were all watching her now, gauging her reaction. These weren't her college children, they were all eighteen and her current role was voluntary. Her 'job' here was teaching these boys life skills - 'using your skills and initiative' as Marcus Jones had said.

Dee raised her hand and let the lights twinkle on the rings there. "I'm an old married lady." She was careful to say it with a smile, careful not to seem censorious.

"You not old - you just coming into your prime baby," Malik was enjoying himself. "Be real dope taking a fine lady like you round town."

"An' you married - but he a white boy, that right?" Bobo chipped in.

"Yes, David is white," she admitted. She felt her pulse quicken a little - she knew what Bobo was going to say.

"Then he don't count. You wasted on him - you need a real man."

Dee reached into the top of her blouse and fished out her necklace. Gold with an 'S' in Black enamel.

"You with Shaka?" Malik said. "Shit."

Dee smiled and nodded - the power dynamic had changed in a split-second. It always did when Shaka's name was mentioned.

Pops shifted in his plastic seat. "No offense meant to him or you, Teach, we just shooting the shit you know that. Does Shaka know you doing this course?"

Dee nodded.

"Well, as I recall, Shaka ain't overly exclusive with his stable. Not like you his wife or somethin'. You got his permission to play?"

Dee angled her head a little and gave a little shrug. This did surprise her - Shaka's name normally had them running a mile. These four weren't running - they were still real interested. Just the rules of engagement had changed a little.

"Tell him you helping Pops, OJD's boy, and his friends. Tell him we take the lead from him - like always. Maybe if he gives the OK you can wear something a little more fun next week, not that college-marm outfit."

Uh-oh. Dee felt herself reacting to Pops. These four young men from the street were being careful about it but it was clear they still wanted her bad. She imagined herself 'with' them - what they would expect of her. She struggled to suppress a shiver of desire through her body.

"Oiiiyyy," she stopped and swallowed hard. She hadn't known her mouth had got so dry. She saw Bobo smile, a confident smile. "I mean, I, think we should get on with the business at hand." She raised her hand as Malik opened his mouth to make a smart remark. To her surprise he closed his mouth again. "We just spent ten minutes working out what to call me and another ten..."

She gave them a meaningful glance and watched them exchanging smiles.

"This is what we call an Introductory session. Where we get to know each other. So I need you to tell me about yourselves - your friends can keep you straight and off the BS."

Bobo chuckled a low rumble and Malik jabbed Dre in the ribs. Pops just looked her in the eye and nodded. She was OK - she was accepted.

"Then after ten minutes each we can have a quarter-hour when you can ask me what you like. Find out a little about me."

They liked the idea of that. They liked the idea of that a lot.

"Yes, we selected this four very carefully. They just need a little nudge, a little incentive," Marcus Jones had told her. She hadn't understood what he meant at the time. She had a rather better idea now.

***

Her new friend Chris let her change at her place. Chris and a couple of other teachers lived at a new development only a couple of blocks from the college. "When I changed my life-style my husband didn't approve - but it's real good here - absolutely, definitely, no shortage of baby-minders. Young Darnell loves all his Aunties here."

Away with her long skirt and carefully modest blouse. Away with her bra - though the panties would stay for a while. She'd learned how these things worked.

She buttoned up her tight top - felt her nipples already respond. Knew how they would signal her excitement to anyone watching, notably to the four young men who would be watching her very carefully. Then a black tailored jacket over the white blouse. She pulled on a tight black leather-style skirt that finished half-way up her thigh. She wore tan stockings with hold-ups and a pair of three-inch heels. She placed her papers in a smart black brief-case. Finally, she touched up her make-up. She never wore much but this evening she had to look just right. She placed her shoulder-length blonde hair in a simple pony-tail. Then she checked herself in the mirror

She liked the look - a P. A. for a very upscale employer. The sort of woman who wouldn't have ANYTHING to do with the likes of Pops and his friends. She had to admit that she looked pretty good.

Chris just giggled when she checked her out. "Adult education, eh!"

"You think they'll like it?"

The two women laughed together. Men were sometimes so easy to predict.

***

"So each time I will set you a few tasks and - in return - in time you'll get to set me a task. Sound good?"

Four pairs of eyes fixed on her, four smiles, four pairs of pants bulging impressively where it mattered the most.

Oh yes - men were so easy to predict...

End of Chapter 7....

[Blue Bull]

White Teacher meets her Black students after class.....

Taking Stock:

David completed his report and gently closed his lap-top. He felt very pleased with himself. Since returning to the East Coast his job had been going very well. He rarely had to bring work home with him any more and this had really just been a case of dotting a few 'i's and crossing a few 't's. Now just about the whole of the weekend was his to do with as he pleased.

His brow furrowed a little. His weekend SHOULD have been like that now. Instead much of Saturday would be taken up with looking after the children. Davey just needed a lift to a friend's birthday party but the girls would no doubt want to go out as usual. Not that he objected to it - not that he didn't enjoy spending more time with them. However, he couldn't help remembering that it was all down to his wife's job. All those training courses. Why would a teacher need so many training courses! Perhaps it was because she was teaching... those people.

He tried to let that thought wither on the vine. He didn't see himself as a prejudiced man - he knew quite a few... coloured people. Some of them were perfectly alright. He knew one who he'd be happy to call a friend. Of course those were hard-working African-Americans, the sort you found in a town like Ireton. Over in the Capital it was a very different story. In the Inner Cities they were just... different. Perhaps all the courses were to teach his wife how to work with... people like that.

He had tried to understand - he really had. He'd put in a word with someone he knew at the Alexandria college. That would have been perfect but suddenly Dee had just declared she was going to work in the inner city. What on earth had got into her?

Suddenly he heard a noise from the kitchen. It was the radio - playing some sort of music. An unusual choice for their usual station. He got up and moved over to the entrance into the kitchen.

The music had a heavy beat - a distinctly 'urban' tinge to David's way of thinking. He wasn't up to date on these things but he knew that much. That wasn't what caught his attention though. His wife and his daughter were dancing together. Little Leah was giggling and having great fun but David's eye was caught by Dee.

Dee was moving her hips and arms in time to the beat of the music. It was nothing salacious but her fluid movements stirred something deep within him. For the first time in a long time he realised just how beautiful his wife was. She was smiling and enjoying her time with her youngest daughter as Leah tried to keep up with mommy. David suddenly took note of his wife's bottom as she shimmied to the beat. He felt his pulse quicken and what felt dangerously like the onset of an erection.

Leah suddenly spotted him and squealed delightedly, "Come and dance daddy!" He stood for a moment - not sure what to do. He saw Dee looking at him. Did she want him to dance? She smiled at him. For a moment he wanted nothing more than to join them but then he remembered that one thing he certainly did NOT do was dance. He never felt comfortable doing it and knew that he never looked right when he tried. Anyway - that was by the by. He certainly couldn't dance to music like that - even if he might have done otherwise.

David stood in the doorway with a weak half-smile on his face. Leah lost patience with him and shouted for her sister. Maddy arrived at the run and joined in dancing with a delighted giggle. David yearned to be able to join them, to be able to express himself like that, to be able to enjoy himself like that. He saw his wife was looking at him again. He saw her give him a little nod. For a brief liberating half-second he half-decided to join them. Then he realised how foolish he would look and how important it was for a man in his position to always maintain standards of behaviour. He swallowed and then turned on his heel before walking back into his study and closing the door.

Dee went through the motions until the song ended, not wanting to spoil her daughters' fun, but once it had finished she closed the radio off. The girls began singing a high-pitched version of the rhythmn and to dance with each other as they left the kitchen too. Dee was left alone to resume making the evening meal. It had been one of those special little moments. Nothing spectacular - but a moment shared between her and her girls, especially little Leah who was starting to grow up SO fast.

She remembered the look on David's face . Why hadn't he joined them? The girls wouldn't have cared if he couldn't have kept the beat. She wouldn't have cared. It would have meant so much to the girls if he had just let his hair down a little just this once. She wasn't angry with him, just frustrated. She had gone a long way beyond being angry with him now.

She thought back a few days when she had been with her friends at the gym in the Capital. She had been doing goblet squats. They were supposed to be excellent for the thighs and butt. Then she and Anna had switched to frog pumps. They lay side by side thrusting up with their glutes to bring their butts up and down quickly.

"Keep powering - twenty per set. Feel them doing some good girls. Let me see you working them booties."

That was LaTreya - the formidably sculpted personal fitness instructor.

"May I come in ladies," that was a calm studiously polite male voice.

"Rest ready for another set girls."

Dee was pleased to take that little breather. LaTreya tended to push them pretty hard. She felt the warm fatigue in her leg muscles. It was probably as well that after the next set of pumps she would be done for the day. She looked around to see her instructor talking to an average-sized really rather nondescript African-American man in his sixties.

He was dressed well but not inordinately so.

"It's him," whispered Anna.

"What ... who?" Dee didn't have to wait for an answer - it was provided organically.

"My apologies for interrupting you ladies. I just wanted to make sure that LaTreya here had all the equipment she needed."

"Don't be crazy Mr Taylor, come over and say hello."

That was Emily of course. However, Dee hardly even noticed that fact. This was Mr Taylor, the man behind the Foundation. Not only the owner of this gym, indeed of the whole development, but also ultimately her employer at her new college.

He didn't look like a heavy-hitter or a plutocrat. He just looked like a rather genial man of a certain age. "Well it's never polite to turn down an invite. You look delightful as always Emily. I don't believe I've had the pleasure of meeting your two friends yet."

They both got to their feet. It seemed ridiculous to first meet someone while lying on your back.

"Hi, I'm Anna."

"Oh yes - I think I've seen you out and about with Izeye. That's right?" Mr Taylor had a twinkle in his eye as he said it - as if he was sharing a joke.

Anna giggled and nodded. "Yes, Izeye is my master. He's teaching me how to be a Black man's woman."

Dee again felt a certain unreasonable envy of her friend. She could be so open and so blatant. Almost before she realised it she heard Anna conclude another sentance.

"...and this is my friend Dee."

"What a pleasure. My old friend Shaka has told me quite a lot about you. I also hear that you are doing well over at Tubman." The small lines around Mr Taylor's eyes crinkled. "Well I mustn't interrupt you. Keep up the good work ladies." He gave a little chuckle and then, with a smile for LaTreya, headed for the door.

Dee watched him go. There was nothing overtly impressive about the man but he certainly had something. Was it just the fact that they all knew that he ran the Foundation. Did they project the power of that position onto this mild-mannered apparently rather average African-American man? She didn't think so and she'd heard Shaka talk about Mr Taylor sometimes. Shaka wasn't easily impressed or easily fooled.

As she set to exercising again she thought about what he had said to her. About how she was doing well over at Tubman. For a moment she wondered if he knew everything about what she did over there. Then she remembered that little smile of his and was suddenly certain that there was very little went on in their little world that Mr Taylor didn't know ALL about.

Extra-curricular Tuition:

Her work with her four young men, once everyone had got a general idea of where things stood, had been going very well. She had learned how they liked her to dress for them and she had been very happy to do so. In return they would tease her a little, be a little salty even at times, give her an idea of how they felt about her.

Not quite the usual dynamic but then everyone was over 18 and it did seem to be effective. Once they had their fun they would get down to the supposed real business of these sessions. They were happy and ready to learn - so long as they could see the practical benefit of what they were being taught. She wouldn't try them on algebra or quantum physics but help with form-filling or advice on housing and basic skills tuition was much more welcome.

Each week she had set them a project and each week, in return, they had been allowed to ask her to do something. She had a strong suspicion what they really wanted from her but, for a time, everyone played the game.

Dee had instinctively decided on how she would 'dress to impress' her four young men. She had a very good idea of what her attraction was for them. She was a form of authority figure, a woman from the prosperous suburbs, a woman with education and qualifications. In short - she was unobtainable.

Or she should have been. That first meeting they'd given her some sass, tested her mettle so to speak. They were there because, in their hearts, they knew that they needed the training she could offer. However, admitting that they needed anything from anyone came real hard to young men like this. Let alone admitting they needed it from someone like Dee - almost their polar social opposite.

Looking back she realised the moment that had all changed. The moment she had shown them her necklace, the one with the 'S' marked out, the one given to her by her man.

She'd seen the four young men get the message. They might have been off the streets for a while but they came from round here and they knew what that necklace meant. It meant that their tutor wasn't to be messed with - she had Shaka behind her. However, almost counter-intuitively, it also meant that she might be down to being messed with in a whole more enjoyable way.

Pops had told her how to set the agenda. When she had dressed specifically for them at their second meeting they had understood instinctively that the 'unobtainable' just might come within reach.

She had been careful about it. Leaving Tubman High at the end of the college day for a quick meal with her friend Chris over in the Taylor development. A quick meal and then a very careful preparation for 'her young men.' She had wanted to look really good for them and she had wanted them to know that she had put in the effort to please them.

She had carefully considered her choices. Dressing like a slut would not be appropriate and anyway never seemed entirely natural for her. She wanted to feel herself and at ease around these four young men. She knew that any nervousness or anxiety could be taken the wrong way.

So she had dressed to her strengths. A simple white blouse under a black tailored jacket. A tight black leather-style skirt that finished half-way up her thigh. Tan stockings with hold-ups. A pair of simple but classic three-inch heels. A careful touch-up of her minimal make-up. Her shoulder-length blonde hair pulled back into a pony-tail. Her papers for the evening carried in a smart black brief-case. Nothing flashy, nothing obvious, but everything very carefully selected to send a message.

She had walked into that meeting room looking all business. She knew the look suited her - the look of a P.A. for a very upscale employer. The sort of woman who would never ever have ANYTHING to do with the likes of Pops and his friends.

It was the sort of 'uniform' that showed little but promised an awful lot was just out of reach. There were also just a couple of little clues.

She had left the top button of her blouse unfastened. It exposed the pale skin of her neck and also the delicate gold chain of her necklace. She knew that every time they saw that glint of gold they would remember that she was with Shaka. That he had allowed her to dress like this for them. That he might allow her to do much more with them.

Her four young men didn't have too many certificates but that didn't mean that they weren't quick on the uptake. Their 'education' on the streets and in various facilities had made them adept at picking up signals. She knew the signals that she was putting out and just the idea of it sent the blood pumping through her body and left her feeling the pleasing warmth of sexual desire. She also felt something else.

She had instinctively known not to wear a bra and, whether she knew it or not, it was precisely for this moment. She felt her sensitive nipples stiffening and pressing against the crisp white material of her blouse. She didn't need to look down to know that the twin small bulges would be a blatant symbol to the young men of how excited she was to be with them. She couldn't imagine that smart students like them wouldn't pick up on that fact right away.

It hadn't taken more than a few moments to prove her right. Four pairs of eyes fixed on her, four smiles, four pairs of pants bulging impressively.

"You wear that for us Teach?" That was Malik - up front and stating the obvious as always.

"You like it?" Dee gave them a quick little twirl. Well, after all, a girl's allowed to fish for compliments now and then.

The four young men laughed. Their eyes were almost devouring her, stripping every thread of her carefully chosen outfit off her as she stood before them. It was unspoken but it was obvious. They wanted her and they wanted her bad.

Dre spoke for all of them. "Oh you'se as hot as fuck Teach - that's the real talk. Saw that last time and now you'se all g'd up - hmmnmmmmmmmnnnnn." He gave a long hum of appreciation.

"Question is - what you gonna do to let us show our appreciation?" That was Malik trying to be subtle. Yeah, subtle as a sledge-hammer! Dee knew she only had to say the word and he'd be fucking her over the desk before the minute was out. While his friends watched, while they waited their turn.

She saw Bobo give a little smile and she knew she had betrayed herself again. It had shown in her eyes, in her flushed cheeks and in those twin bulges made by her hard nipples in the front of her blouse.

These men were indeed very quick to pick up on signals. They all knew now. They all knew that she wanted to give herself to them. That she wanted them to take her. That didn't necessarily mean that it was going to happen of course. The glint of gold around her neck still gave her the power to set the agenda.

So she had.

***

Almost before she knew it half of her course with them had flown by, three meetings. A hard hour of assessment, advice and instruction. Information on courses and how you got by in the jungle of paper-work that comprised the modern world. Basic skills, housing, getting a bank account, etc, etc, etc. Learning what help, support and courses were available for them. Getting them motivated and enrolled.

That was her role. Identify the gaps in their education and then help them patch them. She was pleased by their application when they saw the potential benefits.

After an hour's hard work she allowed them the last quarter-hour for questions. That was when the sexual tension underlying their relationship was allowed to show itself. Those first questions had set the tone.

"So - that ring you showed us. How long you been hitched?"

and

"How come you with Shaka - what's the story?"

and

"How you making that work?"

She'd answered their questions honestly and fully. She spent so much of her life having to hide her real self, having to fulfil two very different identities. It was refreshing to just be able to open up and tell them the plain, unvarnished truth. They had listened with respect, interested in what had brought her here. What had brought her to them. The questions didn't stop there though.

"So now you're Blacked you can answer that question can't ya Teach. Who's better where it counts - the Black man or white boys?"

Well duhhhh. But she knew that they just wanted to hear her say it.

"Well, it goes in stages." She stood on tip-toes and reached her hand as close to the ceiling as it would go. "That is where Shaka is." She move her hand down a little to just above her head and then eased it slowly down a little. "That is the range of performance from my beautiful Black men." Then she pushed her hand down to on a level with her knees. "That's about where white men are and..." she lowered her hand to an inch off the floor, "... that's David, my husband, nowadays."

As she bent down to demonstrate she had caught in the corner of her eye both Dre and Malik leaning forward to gain the full benefit of her sticking her bottom out. It seemed those gym sessions were helping already!

"So where would we figure on that scale?" Pops always had drooping hooded eyes but she saw a glint in them none the less.

"Well I don't know do I? Who knows - if we complete the course successfully I might be able to do some research in my free time." It had all flowed quite naturally. Dee saw Pops moisten his lips with his tongue. It was exhilarating - to be an object of sexual desire for four young Black men like these. It made doing the over-time a real pleasure!

***

"No - he's really not stupid. He has quite a high-level position at Dominion Power."

Bobo snorted with derision. "He got a fly banging bitch like you and he leaving you hangin' like this. Thass a fool or I'm that fucka Einstein!"

He handed the picture on to Dre.

"Damn your girls are just like their momma. They gonna break some hearts when they grow up. Whass their names?"

"Maddy and Leah."

Dee felt strangely relieved to be moving off the subject of David. The guilt was still there, the feeling that she was betraying him. Even though she really didn't believe that she had any choice - not now.

The relief was short-lived.

"Good thing is their Momma can bring them up right - not to make the mistakes she did. They won't have to be wasting no time learning where the real action is at." Dre wasn't even looking at her. He was just stating what to him were obvious facts.

Dee felt a chill pass through her followed by a burst of warmth, the warmth of desire. It was so taboo, it went so far against everything she had been brought up to believe and to do. However, wasn't this young Black ex-con right? If she truly wanted the best for her daughters shouldn't she at some point sit them down and tell them the truth. That, sexually at least, all men were most definitely not born equal. That she had only found true satisfaction with Black men.

She knew she was blushing again - knew it just by seeing the satisfied smirk on Malik's face. "I can't ever tell them - they can't ever know ... about me I mean."

"They take after you or your husband?"

"What do you mean?"

"They smart like a whip or they got shit for brains?"

"They're smart."

"The boy too?"

"Yes, Davey is very quick for his age."

"Well then the likelihood is you won't need to be telling them nothing. They gonna figure what's going down for themselves before long. Let's face it your husband gotta be pig-shit dumb or straight 730 not to already know it."

Dre handed her back her phone. She glanced at that familiar picture on the screen. Herself, David and their three children. She had been fooling herself that everything could just go on as it had been. There would likely be a reckoning and she would have to be ready for it.

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[Blue Bull]

Reparations:

"I'm, er, not sure about this." Lisa's voice was almost shaking with nerves but Dee noticed that she hadn't even slackened her stride as they approached the doors of the club. Was she really nervous or did she just feel that she was supposed to say that she was?

Well it didn't really matter. They both had their instructions from Shaka. They both wanted to please him and he had made it perfectly clear what was expected of them. Not that it involved any sacrifice on their part. Shaka knew what they needed and he would make sure that they got it.

Dee knew that Lisa had become another of Shaka's white women. She figured that she should feel jealous of her, after all Lisa was very good-looking, blonde just like Shaka liked and the best part of ten years younger than Dee herself. However, jealousy didn't come into it. In fact, in a very real sense, Dee had been responsible for bringing Lisa and Shaka together.

At this moment Lisa's husband was probably out with that secretary of his, trying to demonstrate his pathetic lily-white version of masculinity. It had almost been enough for Lisa until she had seen Shaka and Dee together. Then she had understood what a real man looked like, how a real man acted. Her husband's little mid-life crisis of an affair had cut Lisa to the bone but it had also set her free. It had allowed her to take up Dee's suggestion and to ring Shaka.

The rest had been inevitable. Lisa had been in Shaka's bed before the week had been out and, like so many women before her, that first taste had left her hooked beyond all hope or desire for recall.

From all Dee had heard about Lisa's husband it seemed he would only ever have been interested in an 'open marriage' so long as only he was allowed to take advantage of it. Well, that was his call. Maybe they might have found a Modus Vivendi after all, who knew? One thing, however, was very certain - Lisa was diving head first into the new world that had been presented to her.

Dee knew that Lisa 'visited' Shaka every Thursday evening - when Dee herself was busy at her evening class. However, as stated, there was no jealousy involved. Shaka never claimed to be monogamous and he never expected it from his women. He already had a wife. White girls needed to be 'turned out' - to experience more than just one big Black cock. Otherwise they could get too 'clingy' and besides he always had at least three or four bitches on the go at any one time and even Shaka had limits to his time and his stamina! When the time came he would be ready to give them his attention and would make them exclusive. Until then he encouraged them to go out and play. To flaunt his jewellery and show everyone just what fine bitches were in Shaka's stable.

It worked both ways too. You soon learned that Black men looked out for that jewellery. Shaka only had time for the best, for the premium-quality white breezies. The jewellery showed their progression. First the hoops - when a woman was being Blacked by Shaka. Then the necklace that showed she was with Shaka but also available for any enterprising Black stud that could catch her eye. Hoops and necklaces just like those Dee and Lisa were wearing tonight - in Lisa's case a necklace presented to her just before she had left for the club.

Then there was the more intimate jewellery which signalled a willingness to undertake a deeper commitment. Dee had a pair in a small box hidden away at home. She didn't think she would ever earn the right to wear them. She found that she thought about them in that way. She didn't say to herself that she would never wear them. She had learned very quickly that it was unwise ever to say 'never' in this new world that she had entered.

Lisa had been a little confused when Shaka had bluntly told her to 'go out and enjoy herself.' She wasn't a slut at heart - not yet at least. She hadn't quite understood - but then that's what Dee was there for.

It was only a few weeks since Georgia and Roni had taken her to this same club - since they had been the tutors and she the pupil. Now, already, she was collegeing her younger new friend in what was expected of a Black man's woman. What it meant to be part of Shaka's stable.

Dee was feeling rather more comfortable tonight than that last time. She was wearing one of her own dresses - selected for the occasion. It was very different to the outfit they had provided. It promised potential rather than blatantly offering certainty. She felt a lot more comfortable that way.

She suspected Lisa might not be feeling quite so comfortable. However, this was a rite of passage for women like them. It was quite something to take that first leap out into the new world. Where you didn't just have a Black boyfriend or have an affair with a Black lover but rather went that step further.

They had spent a couple of hours getting Lisa ready for her debut at the club. Lisa was a relatively quiet person - still a little damaged by her husband's betrayal. She wasn't showy or extravagant in the slightest. Given the chance she'd have come out tonight in a sweater and slacks. Well that might have been exaggerating a little but she had certainly needed to be taken in hand.

Shaka had put her in the picture. "At the clubs we see two types of white girls. First, there's them that are doing a little 'slumming'. Amazed by how brave they is to even come to a 'hood like this. Like you was when you was sat in yo' car spying on me and my woman there..."

Dee felt that thrill of pride through her, the same as she did every time Shaka called her 'his woman.' It didn't matter that she had to share him with his wife and Lisa and probably others too. It was still an amazing ego-boost to be claimed by a magnificent man like Shaka.

"...they just a waste of time. Man ain't got time for such foolishness. Then there's the other type of white girl. She knows just what she wants and she ain't afraid to go out and take it. She ain't afraid to experience all that life has to offer. She don't let no white boy disrespect her. She goes and gets herself what she's needing. Word, Dee?"

Dee was relishing the look on Lisa's face. Her friend's realisation of what Shaka was saying to her. Her ACCEPTANCE of what Shaka was saying to her. It felt good. It seemed crazy to think it - but it felt altruistic. She was helping Shaka to bring Lisa into a new and better life, a life as a Black man's woman. She now understand that was how Georgia had felt about her and Jess had felt about Georgia and Jenny had felt about Jess. It was a great and expanding process of women ready to accept their needs and to have the courage to go out and fulfil them. She suddenly realised that, with luck, Lisa would be the first of many. Wasn't it incumbent upon her to spread her knowledge of how things really were to these other women. Wasn't that what a teacher did?

She just nodded her agreement to Shaka's words. Lisa's eyes were fixed on her and taking in every moment.

"Us Black men ain't no fools. We soon pick up on who's frontin' and who ain't. Dee there knows it. We can help you out." Shaka walked up to Lisa. She wasn't short but he still towered above her. He seemed almost twice her size, the image of pure potent African masculinity. Lisa looked up at him. His finger touched her hoop ear-ring. "You got that to show you with me. Tells everyone you with me - that you're not to be disrespected without very serious consequences. Now you need to be getting this."

Shaka reached into his pocket and withdrew a small box. He opened it and withdrew a gold necklace. Its pendant had an 'S' marked out in black enamel. "Every Black man there tonight will know what this means. Means you is under my protection but you is available. Whole lot of men tonight are going to be real interested soon as they see this. You wanna wear it?"

A pair of blue eyes flashed across to look at Dee. What was she looking for? Encouragement? Reassurance? Advice?

She gave Lisa a smile in response. It had to be a woman's own decision, made of her own free-will. Making that choice, that commitment, had consequences and results. Lisa had done the difficult bit - that first step into the world of Black men and their powerful sexual attraction. That all important first step that was symbolised by the gaudy hoops dangling from her ears. In the eyes of those blind racist fools she was already as tainted, as spoiled as ... as Dee herself.

What could people like that know about it? Dee didn't regret what she had done and looking at Lisa she also saw no shame, no guilt. Just nervousness, apprehension as to what this could all mean. She only needed a guide - to point her in the right direction.

Dee gave the gentlest of nods in Lisa's direction.

Lisa swallowed and her tongue appeared for the briefest of moments, moistening her lower lip. "Yes please Shaka."

He fastened the necklace onto her - just as a few weeks before he had fastened an identical one around Dee's own neck. How many others before? How many others in the future? How many of those in the future might, like Lisa, have been introduced into this lifestyle by Dee herself?

"Looks real good with that dress baby." Shaka's tones were like honey, silky smooth. They caressed a woman's ears, seduced her with mellow undertones of appreciation and desire. Reminded her that beneath that smooth surface was raw power, power that could bring the ultimate sexual satisfaction to a woman.

'That dress.'

Shaka had asked Roni to take Lisa to see her near namesake, Izeye's wife, at her little store out by the projects. Dee almost wished she could have been there. It must have been the first time a woman like Lisa had been to an area like that. She remembered her own feelings as she had been outfitted for her first night out on the prowl for big Black cock. She remembered her embarrassment. How she had felt as she squeezed into that cheap-looking hooker dress. She could almost feel again the cheap fabric stretched over her body. She knew just how Lisa was feeling now.

Lisa's dress didn't look quite so cheap. It was black, leather effect, and so tight it hid nothing. The thinnest of shoulder straps left almost all the lightly-tanned skin of her upper back and shoulders exposed. Her blonde hair, normally worn in a tight pony-tail, was set free to flow down to shoulders that had just the lightest dusting of freckles.

The material was almost a second skin, repeating and emphasizing the curves of Lisa's body. The dress was stretched over her breasts revealing a deep cleavage and generous side-boob while at the same time almost holding them up for inspection. There would be a lot of appreciative viewers tonight. Lisa had a really good figure. Those 34C breasts looked outrageously hot in the dress but it was the rear view that Dee knew would really draw the attention.

It was undeniable that Lisa had a real fine phat ass for a white girl. Dee had noticed it at their second meeting. She had been a little surprised by her pleasure at the fact but really it was only natural. She was scouting out a honey for Shaka and she knew Shaka, like it seemed most Black men, really appreciated that particular asset in a woman. Wasn't Dee spending hours every week in the gym just trying to get to look half as good? Again, Dee hadn't felt jealousy over the fact. She had just felt determination. A girl with a fine ass like that had to belong to Shaka, needed to belong to the Black man. You couldn't allow her to waste herself on white boys like her creep of a husband.

Now the leather-like material was taut over that phat white ass - showing it off to anyone with a mind to look. Tonight just about every man would be taking full advantage of that fact. The dress ended just below the knee and would effectively have had a hobble skirt but for the zip running up one thigh. Roni and a slight dab of super glue had ensured that plenty of white leg would be on display tonight and any night that dress was worn. Stand a certain way in an unguarded moment and it wouldn't just be leg on display. You didn't wear underwear with a dress like this.

Lisa, up to now in her twenty-nine years, had NEVER worn a dress like this. She had always been a pretty enough girl but she had never traded on raw sexuality. She hadn't had the confidence. This dress flaunted her curves and put her out there on display to anyone minded to take a look. It had no designer label but it certainly labelled the woman that wore it. She was hot and she was looking for action. A white woman wearing a dress like that to the club they were going to? If she had average looks then she would be getting a whole heap of attention and Lisa scored a hell of a lot higher than just 'average.'

Lisa looked at herself in the full-length mirror. Dee could see the look in her eyes. Shock that she would be wearing something like that but also intrigue at just how she looked in it. She just needed that gentlest nudge and Shaka was the man to provide it.

He moved in behind Lisa and moved his big hand over the material encasing the perfect curve of Lisa's ass. "Oh fuck yeah - thass what I'm needing to see. Gonna make me proud tonight girl. Even gonna give Dee over there a little competition."

Shaka was choosing his words carefully. He knew what Dee did not. Lisa had told him how much she admired Dee - her bravery, her strength, her willingness to seek out the life that she wanted to live. She had said how she only wished she could be half as open as Dee. The latter wouldn't have recognised herself in such a description but, for Lisa, Dee was her role model.

All Dee knew was that whatever Shaka was saying his new protégé was lapping it up. Her eyes shone, her lips quivered, you could see her drawing determination and strength from Shaka's admiration.

"If I was a selfish man I'd keep you both back home tonight - keep you both all to myself. But that ain't on the agenda for tonight. We need to put you out there. Show all them brothas what fine bitches I got wearing my mark."

***

Dee's instincts hadn't let her down. That leather-clad booty of Lisa's drew attention from the moment they got out of the taxi. On the club-floor it just intensified. Dee herself could stand back a little. See the men competing for her friend's attention. She could see the sparkle in Lisa's eyes, the excitement in her glances across to Dee. It was a night like nothing the younger white woman had every experienced. With her looks she must have had plenty of attention but Dee was guessing that it had all been from white boys. For women like her and Lisa that was proved to be really weak sauce once they had once tasted the rich potent excitement of being the object of the lust of real men, Black men.

A confident Black bull pushed himself up against Lisa's rear. Moved himself against that tight leather. Dee saw Lisa's head jerk round in surprise. It was so blatant - such a claim of ownership. The African-American spoke and Dee watched carefully. This was the moment of proof. Lisa turned back to her front and began to very purposefully work her booty against the big man's body. She was feeling that hard bulge of lust in the man's pants - knowing how much he wanted her. This was a really heady brew. Dee knew now that Lisa would never be able to resist it.

At that moment she felt a big body move up behind her. "Seems yo' little ho' friend is gonna be busy. Almost as busy as you gonna be now I found you again."

He was a stranger but she knew him. Not his name but she could visualise his jet-Black face, the flash of his white teeth when he smiled under the club lights. The hard length of big Black cock currently hidden in his pants. He had fucked her real well that last time, better than she had deserved. She had disrespected him but tonight she would have a chance to put that right.

"It's her first time - I think she might be biting off a little more than she can chew." There were six, no seven, men crowded around Lisa now.

"Fuck it - she didn't come here to dance and we didn't neither. We'll pick her two and then go get a room."

"Do I get to pick another man too?"

"Who said you was getting me? Seem to recall I had to make exceptions last time. You learned how things roll since then?"

"I've learned and I'm sorry for disrespecting you last time. I'd like the chance to do better ... um, I don't know your name."

"Won't be telling you that till you've earned it. Wanna try?"

"Fuck yeah." Dee was surprised herself by her response. Rasped out through gritted teeth. The obscenity that she had always tried so hard to avoid using in her old life.

It did the trick. That smile flashed and a strong hand took her arm as he moved towards Lisa.

A young man saw them coming. He said something and a little gap opened in the melee around the new little white ho. Dee noticed that and liked it. This man was respected, an alpha male. Not that she'd had many doubts on that score. His confidence and assertiveness had already given her plenty of hints.

"Got my bitch - pick a couple of these for yo'self ho. Time's wastin'."

The man pressed up against Lisa's booty was no slouch himself and he didn't appreciate the intervention. "Back off man, be easy! Why you buggin and tryin' to piss on my parade. Got us a fine little breezy here - need time to savour this fine donk."

"Savour it! Who you baggin' Tyrone. You never seen a fine phat white ass you didn't want to fuck. That one don't look shy - you'll be tappin it before too long anyways."

Lisa's eyes were huge in the gloom as she half-followed their conversation. The noise of the club and their vocabulary weren't helping but she'd got the general idea.

The mention of his name rang a bell for Dee too. Wasn't there a Tyrone who'd been one of Jess's friends? She looked closely at him and was rewarded with a wink. It seemed he remembered her too.

Dee's man stepped close to Lisa and covered her eyes with his hands. "Say two words - the two with the nearest names to them words get to break you in."

"Tyson..." The word was out almost before Lisa had considered it.

Tyrone laughed in triumph. "This one catches on real quick don't she." He fluidly moved himself against her backside to celebrate. Letting her feel what she had in store.

"...and, I dunno, huge?"

"Well shit and I'm called Hughie." One of the other men round Lisa exclaimed.

"That right?" asked Dee's man.

"Yeah thass right the lucky fucker," complained another of the men. Then a gleam came into his eye as he looked at Dee. "She gonna choose now?"

"She got me and I ain't sharin'."

So that was settled then.

***

Shaka had known what sending Lisa out in that dress was likely to result in. That was why he had made sure his girls went well prepared. Classy little piece like Dee and a big phat white booty like Lisa's. Both, for different reasons, set the mind of any man with blood in his veins down certain avenues. Certain phat white asses just cried out to be tapped and certain dumb-fuck white husbands deserved to have their wives taken from them, taken in the most undeniable of ways. First by taking them how their husbands couldn't, or wouldn't, take them and then by giving them what that cracks fool couldn't ignore. He'd seen it a hundred times, no a thousand times, and the good Lord willing he'd see it a thousand times more.

Was he exploiting women like Dee and Lisa? Shaka wouldn't have even understood the question. He'd seen the women when they were with him, sometimes too with friends of his. He knew how much they wanted more once they'd had a taste of what ridiculous 'society' reckoned was illicit and wrong. If he and men like him took from them then he was happy in his mind that he gave them back much more. The knowledge of themselves and their true needs - that was just for starters.

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