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1. PAM'S INNOCENT TRANSITION BEGINS...well...INNOCENTLY

I have been told many times by many people that I am an enigma. I am forty-five, a brunette, with brown-green eyes, long legs, a pretty firm butt and small 32a breasts, but very, very sensitive nipples. Although I have had four k**s, I have stayed in pretty good shape through yoga and lately Zumba class, and still get a lot of turned male heads when I am dressed up. I have heard the term MILF more than once directed at me, which only enhanced my determination to keep my body hot.

In other words I look like a sweet librarian on the outside (which isn't that far from the truth as I teach the third grade), but underneath I have a ferocious sexual appetite that has worn out many men...albeit usually only when my inhibitions were loosened up with some liquid moral eraser. Also, I must admit, I am rather submissive in the bedroom...usually. I mean I wasn't into whips and chains or any extreme BDSM, but I was usually a very willing and obedient partner.

I love sucking cock. I mean I love it like most women love chocolate. I crave it. The feeling of a growing member in my mouth has always been a major turn-on, knowing I'm getting him all excited. A rush of power slithers down my body and sends a spark to my pussy every time I get a cock in my mouth. I wouldn't say I am addicted to cum per se, but if I go more than a few days without swallowing the delicious seed I do go through withdrawal and begin to crave it (ok, in retrospect I probably am addicted to cum). When a cock is in my mouth, I enter an alternate universe. I shed my prudish, business-like teacher persona and become a cock-hungry porn-star whose only goal is to get the money shot, although in my case the money shot is the back of my throat.

My husband and I have had many marathon suck and fuck sessions, and we have role-played many scenarios including: nurse reviving a patient with no vital signs, a college co-ed who needs to pass class, a door-to-door saleswoman who sells vacuums by a very hands-on Hoover demonstration, a girl who finds a way out of her speeding ticket and some I won't even get in to.

My husband has a thing for silk stockings, as do I, especially the old-fashioned stockings with seams down the back of the legs (way too sexy for the classroom, but über sexy for the bedroom). I have them in a variety of colours: black, coffee, white, red, burgundy, navy and beige. I also have a variety of two-tone: black-copper, pink-black, grey-black and red-black. I have stockings in a variety of colours for a variety of occasions.. I love having my stocking-feet played with by my husband's hands or mouth and he loves having my stocking-clad legs wrapped around him as he buries his cock inside my pussy. He also loves a stocking foot-job and he has many times come on my feet.

Although I am 5'7", I still like to wear heels that make me even taller, and I always have my fingernails and toenails painted. Again, while I look all innocent and sweet on the outside, I am always ready to go on the inside.

After years of role-playing mostly his fantasies, we began playing one of mine. This fantasy I have had since high school; I've waken up sweaty and wet a ton of times from this one. I am a cheerleader who is forced to please a big black athlete, a football player or a basketball player (hard to call a baseball player a real athlete). John ordered some black condoms off the Internet, and watching a black cock slide into my pink pussy lips was a major turn-on and I had multiple orgasms, the thought of a big black cock fucking me triggering a naughty taboo pleasure.

My husband, like every guy I have ever dated, always loved the idea of seeing his wife with another woman. I wasn't totally against it; the thought of being with another woman was a curious secret fantasy I had from time to time, although nowhere close to my obsessive black cock fantasy.

Luckily, for both of us, our fantasies came crashing together in a buy-one, get-one-free deal. Like most things, it started slow and innocent, but built to a life-altering, earth shattering climax.

The day I met Alicia was like so many others. It was the first day of yet another school year and I was already pissed off after our Director announced funding had been cut by ten percent and that to make up for it our prep time had been cut in half. There would also be cuts in supplies and resources, but we were expected to improve achievement by the same percent. I mean I love my job....the teaching part...but the political part and the beaten down economy were pushing out great teachers and slowly the bureaucracy and bullshit were wearing me down.

I was paged to the office, so I turned off my frustration mode and turned on happy face mode and headed to the office.

Sitting in the office was a ridiculously beautiful young black woman....my intern for the semester. We had talked on the phone a couple of times and sent dozens of e-mails back and forth but not once did it come up that she was black, not that there is anything wrong with that. Actually, having talked to her on the phone, I envisioned someone like me, but younger. I walked over and greeted her. "Well, it is great to finally meet you, Alicia.."

She stood up and shook my hand. "Nice to meet you too, Mrs. Smith.."

I replied, "Oh Alicia, please call me Pam."

"Ok, Pam. I am really excited for the opportunity to work with you," she replied, confidence brimming in her demeanour.

I joked, "Well, don't get to excited until you get to know me."

Our mid-thirties, black secretary Rose quipped, "Yeah, Pam is a real pain in the ass."

I retorted with a smile, "There goes your sweet Secretary Day present I was planning." Turning back to my young intern, I suggested, "Let's give you a tour of the school. So you can see just exactly what you are getting yourself into."

"Nice to meet you, Rose," Alicia said, before adding with a promise, "And don't worry, I will get you a really good Secretary Day present." Little did I know then that the special present would be me.

We spent the rest of the day together and I tried to ignore Alicia's stunning beauty. She was a glorious mixture of Beyoncé, Halle Berry and Tyra Banks. She had a smile that teased with sweetness, a voice that dripped with sexuality, eyes that pulled you in and long straight black hair that somehow perfectly crowned her beauty. At the same time, she was a mixture of shyness and confidence, as she presented herself very well; she constantly was asking my opinion on her ideas.

Although she was dressed very appropriately for school, she was unable to hide her voluptuous curves. Her breasts begged to be paid attention to, even though she was wearing a sweater that hid any signs of cleavage. Her skirt also was unable to hide her delicious backside, the epitome of black bubble butts. Balancing all this perfection were long, luscious legs. Unlike most young women these days who go bare legged, she was wearing coffee coloured pantyhose that gave her long legs that sexy shine that enhanced her perfection. While I admired her beauty, it never occurred to me that I would one day very soon be on my knees servicing her.

That night, while in bed, the k**s finally asleep, I told John about how beautiful my intern was, and soon I was bobbing up and down on his cock as he talked dirty to me. "Maybe she is the one, baby. The one you have been looking for. Would you like that?"

I moaned on his cock, the naughty thought exciting me even if it was not realistic.

He continued, "What would you do, baby, if she demanded you eat her pretty black pussy under her desk at school? Would you obey?"

I again moaned, and began playing with myself while I eagerly devoured his cock.

John continued the naughty visual. "You would be her personal pussy pleaser, wouldn't you, baby?"

I frantically pleased him, the thought of being a submissive lesbian to this black Goddess a devilishly delicious thought.

It was his turn to moan, my magical mouth doing wonders on his erect pole. "I give you permission, baby, permission to be a cunt-licking dyke, a submissive white girl, an obedient pet."

It was too much and I came on the thought, never slowing down my cocksucking. A few seconds after my orgasm hit, my husband quenched my thirst for cum as he filled my mouth with his juice, my juice flooding out of me. Once I finished swallowing his load, I stood up and straddled his face and he brought me to a second and third orgasm.

Cuddling a few minutes later, my husband of s*******n years whispered in my ear, "I'm serious baby. You have my permission to play if the opportunity arises."

I replied, "It's a hot fantasy, but pretty unrealistic."

"Why?" he asked.

"Where do I begin? It's unprofessional, I'm her cooperating teacher, I am almost twice her age and I doubt she is a dyke."

"Neither are you, baby," he pointed out, his again erect cock doing some of its pen pointing.

"Not to mention," I added, "even if she does play, she is in a whole other league than me."

My husband's cock slipped into my inferno as he said, "Baby, you are as fucking sexy and hot today as you were the day I met you."

I moaned, his eight-inch thick cock always filling me so perfectly. "I bet you say that to all your wives you want to see dyke out."

He laughed, picking up the pace of his deep drilling, before his tone shifted from amused to dominant. "I want you to allow yourself to open up with her, baby."

His cock doing wonders to my brain, I moaned, "Kkkkkk, but I don't want to just throw myself at her."

"Of course not," he grunted, my pussy walls being coated by his cum. Feeling his warm seed fill me, triggered yet another orgasm as well and I shivered as my orgasm pulsed through me.

Both of us spent, my husband repeated his offer. "But seriously baby, I want you to slowly give hints of your interest when or if the opportunity comes up."

"I'll try," I agreed, completely unsure how I would even begin such a plan.



2. A SUBTLE SHIFT OF POWER


The next month, we got to know each other really well both professionally and personally.

I learned that she had a steady boyfriend named Markus and they had been dating for almost a year. He was still in college, and wanted to be a lawyer. If I was in awe of Alicia's beauty, I was breathtakingly captivated by Markus. He was 6"6', built like a linebacker and he bubbled over with confidence. His bald head was also a turn-on I couldn't even begin to explain.

I also began to notice she was very touchy-feely with me, nothing overtly sexual but her touch was always just a tad longer than normal social standards; her morning hello and after school goodbye hugs lingered just a tad longer than a normal hug. Obeying my husband's suggestions, I allowed myself to melt in her dark chocolate arms.

It was in our second week that I noticed she started wearing more revealing tops that showcased her tantalizing cleavage. I imagined burying my head between her black mounds of perfection and was often distracted by her beauty. She also always wore pantyhose and heels, and while sitting at the back watching me teach she would often dangle her heel and allow it to sway on her toes. I would get distracted and watch it sway like a hypnotist's watch. When I looked up she would be smiling and watching me intently, as if knowing the effect she was having on me. I felt that she could she through my facade of propriety and see the real me: a horny, white woman eager to submit to her.

She started with teaching one class and I watched as she commanded a presence with the students that few veteran teachers ever achieve. She instantly was in control and it only made her fascinating personality more intriguing.

It was our third Friday when I suggested that we go out for drinks after work.

Once a downed a few cocktails, Alicia got even more touchy-feely and like often happens when women and booze collide, the conversation drifted to sex, although it came out of the blue after over an hour of talking about our students and bland teacher politics.

I had never heard her swear until she shifted our conversation from academia to sex. "Fuck, I am so horny tonight."

I coughed a little of my drink out of my mouth at the 'out of the blue' announcement. Regaining my composure quickly, I joked, "Aren't we all."

Putting her soft dark hands on mine, she complained, "No, seriously. Markus has some big paper he is researching and I haven't been fucked in almost a week."

"You poor girl," I mocked.

Catching my tone, she said, "You don't understand. We usually fuck at least twice a day, sometimes more, even during my period."

"You have sex on your period?" I asked, stunned.


"Fuck yes, it may be messy, but it feels fucking amazing. You have got to try it," she said with a glow in her eye.

"I don't know, I am no prude and we fuck three times or more a week, but that seems extreme."

Her hand squeezed mine and her tone shifted just slightly as she seemed to give me a command. "Do it, Pam. Tell me you will try it."

My submissive personality coming through, the alcohol making me willing to agree to almost anything, "Ok, I'll get John to fuck me on my rag."

"You are such a good girl," she purred, squeezing my hand that triggered an instant leak down below. "When are you on your rag?"

"As we speak," I admitted.

"Delicious.. So you will fuck John for me tonight?" she asked, her warm hand still burning through me.

"For you?" I blushed like a school-girl.

Before she could answer, her cell phone suddenly rang. It was Markus. As soon as she hung up she smiled, clearly excited. "Markus is home and says he has a big surprise for me. It better be his eleven-inch cock or I may burst."

"El-l-leven-inches?" I stammered, in utter shock.

"And a half," she added with a smile. "He hates when I forget the half."

"Holy shit," I said to no one, imagining eleven and a half inches of black cock sliding in my wet pussy. "How does that even fit in you?"

She smiled deviously, "The first time I actually passed out at one point from the pleasure, but now I can't imagine anything smaller in me getting me off." After a pause as I tried to comprehend this new piece of riveting information, Alicia asked, "Pam, I have to ask. Have you ever had sex with a black man?"

"Why would you ask that?" I asked, feigning shock.

"Just curious."She shrugged, before adding, "Markus loves to be a white woman's first.."

She left it there, a teasing, dangling carrot in the air. My pussy salivated over such a possibility, while my poker face pretended to hide my growing desire.

She stood up while I stared mouth wide open. Just before she left to get fucked, she winked, leaned in for a hug and whispered, "You should try it sometime."

Before I could respond, she was gone and my panties were soaked. I paid the bill, rushed home and followed through with a promise made to Alicia.

My husband was accustomed to the fact that during my periods, which came like clockwork, I was almost never horny. He may get a blow job or two if he was good, but that was it. So when I came home and whispered in his ear, "Bedroom now," his eyes went big with surprise.

He followed me into the bedroom where I demanded, "Get naked, baby."

He began undressing like a teenage boy would the first time he is guaranteed a sure thing. He asked, as I walked to the linen closet just outside our room, "Is your period late?"

Grabbing a black towel, I called back, "No, it is definitely visiting."

I returned with the towel and laid it on the bed. A now naked John watched confused, trying to put two and two together.

I smiled and said, "Alicia gave me an order."

He smiled back. "Aaaaaaahhh. Well, that is a start."

I retold our entire conversation to John who showed his excitement by the stiffness of his member. When I told him the size of Markus, who he had met once, he responded, like any man would, "Fuck off."

I shrugged and smiled, adding the part about how she suggested I should try it sometime.. My husband was quiet briefly before asking, "Do you want to fuck him?"

"I don't know," I honestly answered, the idea both exciting and scary, both exhilarating and nerve-wracking.

"Do you think she was serious?"

I again answered, "I don't know; I doubt it, but it is a fun fantasy to think about." I got undressed myself and positioned myself on the towel. "Now get over here and help me obey Alicia's order."

John cautiously got onto the bed and looked at me questioningly.

Before he could ask, I said, "Yes, I'm sure."

He got between my legs and easily entered my pussy. I don't know what I was expecting, but the pleasure was very similar to non-period sex, yet I was turned on even more; maybe because I was obeying a suggestion made by my sexy intern, or maybe because period fucking was so taboo, but I was bursting at the seams only a couple of minutes into it.

I looked at my husband who had a surreal look on his face. I asked, "How does it feel, baby?"

"Amazing," he grunted.

"Different?" I asked.

"I can't even begin to explain it, but it is fucking hot," he approved.

I came three times from the period fucking. Although I was so wet, a mixture of my own juice and blood, I must admit I didn't feel John's cum fill me. Only his trademark grunt told me he was exploding inside me.

Once done and showered, we cuddled in bed and watched one of our favourite movies, 'When Harry, Met Sally'. We watched in silence for a long time before John asked, "Do you think she is serious?"

I really didn't know. We had both been drinking and she was apparently going through withdrawal. I shrugged, "I doubt it. I imagine it was just girl talk."

Not giving up yet, my husband asked, "But she was a bit bossy with you?"

"Yes," I agreed.

"Well, my offer still stands. If you and Alicia get the chance to play, you have my permission."

I don't know why I said it, but I asked, "But not about Markus?"

He looked at me seriously. "What? My eight inches isn't enough for you? You need some big black cock?"

I stammered, both excited by the idea but afraid to admit it to my husband, who I had apparently offended, "Um-no-I....."

His serious look broke into a big smile. "I am just messing with you Pam."

I hit him playfully.

"But seriously, if the opportunity comes up for you to fuck Markus, you have my permission as well."

"I do?" I said, unable to hold back my excitement.

"Of course," John smiled, "I wouldn't mind a piece of Alicia if the opportunity presented itself either."

We had talked about swinging many times, both of us intrigued to explore our sex lives to the fullest, but our jobs were too high profile in our community, me being a teacher and John the town's fire chief. We had even scheduled a cruise holiday for the first week of January, a swinger's cruise, where we would be an anonymous couple exploring our secret kinky desires (but that was still months away).

I kissed him gently, my body tingling with the wide open opportunities that lie ahead.
3. PAM GETS JEALOUS

On Monday, the first words out of Alicia's mouth were, "Did you do it?"

I replied shyly, attempting to hint at my submissiveness, "Yes."

"And?" she questioned, wanting the details.

"You changed my husband's life," I joked.

She grabbed my hand, showing a mixture of girlish giddiness and dominant diva, "You loved it too, didn't you?"

I felt a warm tingle below instantly at her touch and blushed, "It was different."

Alicia squeezed my hand and moved to her desk.

Not wanting the conversation to end so quickly, I asked, "And how was your weekend with Markus?"

Sitting down at her desk, her generous cleavage on display, she answered, "It was a marathon."

I attempted to control the conversation, "He isn't really eleven inches, is he?"

She looked into my eyes and into my stirring soul. "Eleven and a half and he can go all night like the Energizer Bunny."

Attempting to show I was intrigued, I said, "You are so lucky."

Alicia started to speak, but stopped when our Principal showed up to tell me she was sending me to a conference next week a couple of hours away, on how to promote protecting the environment in schools. My Principal explained that it's a new school division initiative and since I had created our recycling program I was the logical choice. Being sort of a recycling Nazi, I agreed enthusiastically, having lost many opportunities to improve the ecological footprint in our school many times, and insisted Alicia come too, which was approved, as long as we traveled together and shared the same hotel room. The thought brought another tingle down below, realizing the golden opportunity that existed.

The day flew by, as did the rest of the week before we were back at the bar having cocktails. Markus was out of town for the day.

Both of us three cocktails in, the conversation again veered to sex. Alicia said, "Fuck, is she hot."

I was surprised to hear such words out of Alicia's mouth. I looked over and saw three women together at the bar. "Which one?" I asked.

"The redhead," she acknowledged, before adding with a smile, "I would devour her whole."

I instantly wondered if she was doing this to test the waters with me or she was just being herself. "You are a lesbian?" I asked, again feigning shock..

"No," she shook her head, before adding, "I play both sides. I love the taste of a sweet pussy and they often make good little submissive play-things."

"What?" I asked, incredibly turned on.

She looked directly into my eyes. "I have found that older women, usually white woman but not exclusively, are generally submissive to me and eager to submit to me sexually."

It was obvious she was no longer talking about the redhead, but was talking directly to me. I stammered, "Is-is-is that so?"

Her foot grazed my leg and a shiver went up my spine. She asked, "You have never been with a woman have you, Pam?"

"No," I answered, distracted by her foot that again grazed my leg.

A naughty smile crossed her luscious lips as she said, "Watch this."

Alicia got up and sauntered confidently over to the redhead who was now by herself, her two friends having gone to powder their noses or whatever.

I watched as Alicia flirted with the redhead by touching her gently and clearly flattering the girl whose face eventually matched her hair. I was instantly jealous of the redhead; I wanted to be the one Alicia flirted with, yet I was beginning to become aware that she was not going to cross the line with me, her advising teacher; even though it was obvious she knew she could. My frustration was building as I finished my third cocktail and ordered a fourth. The liquid lubrication was playing with my mind and pussy.

I saw the redhead give Alicia a card and Alicia leaned in and kissed her on the cheek.

Alicia returned with a devilish grin and sat back down. "It is that easy."

"What is?"

"Seducing a straight woman," she said, bluntly.

"How do you know she is straight?"

"I don't know. I have just always been able to sense when a straight woman is curious."

"Wow!"

"Indeed," she agreed, her foot again grazing my leg, this time stopping as our legs touched. It was harmless, yet had my mind spinning a mile a minute.

My face went flush and she continued, "Truthfully, just like Markus loves to be a white woman's first black cock, I love to be a white woman's first as well."

The declaration was clear; she was implying she wanted to be my first. I was paralyzed with excitement and fear, but before I could respond she quickly texted someone. She looked over to the redhead who looked at her phone, blushed and walked towards us.

Alicia explained, "I told her I would text her when I was ready to leave."

I was about to at least hint that I was indeed curious, although unsure how to make such a revealing and risky revelation when the redhead arrived at our table.

Alicia smiled, "Pam, this is Samantha."

We awkwardly greeted each other, Samantha clearly nervous.

Alicia said standing up, "We will see you on Monday, Pam."

I looked up at her, disappointed at not being the one going home with her.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me up. She wrapped her dark arms around me and I allowed myself to melt into her. She whispered into my ear, her hot breathe only enhancing her complete overwhelming of me. "Go home and make John eat your sweet cunt and when he does, close your eyes and imagine it is me between your legs, my pet."

My knees weakened as I whimpered involuntarily. Before I could respond, she turned, grabbed the redhead's hand and disappeared in the crowd. I sat back down a horny mess of desire and finished my drink. I phoned John to come get me, as I was too intoxicated to drive, and ordered another drink while I waited.

Completely drunk, as soon as we got home, the k**s at their grandparents for the weekend, I fulfilled the second request from my beautiful black intern demanding, as I pulled off my skirt, pantyhose and panties, "Eat me, now!"


Never one to resist the offer to snack on my buffet of sweetness, he buried himself between my legs. I closed my eyes and easily pictured Alicia between my legs licking my pussy. The fantasy enthralled me and I became one with the fantasy. It was no longer my husband between my legs, it was Alicia. Each tongue stoke on my sensitive pussy lips had juice escaping me and my moans echoed throughout the room. "Oh god, yes Alicia, lick my white pussy," I moaned. The licking pace increased and after only a couple of minutes of dedicated licking I was on the verge of orgasmic bliss and when my clit was swallowed whole I screamed, "Oh yeeeeeees, Alicia, get your white slut off, oh fuck, oh god, yes, shit yes, oh my god, yeeeeeeeeeeeeees." My orgasm was the most intense in recent memory as the waves of pleasure continued to ripple through me.

The only sound for a long time was my heavy breathing as I recovered from my intense orgasm.

When I finally opened my eyes and returned to reality, my husband was staring at me with a huge grin plastered on his face. "Sooooooo, do you have something to tell me?"

I retold the conversation, the redhead seduction, and her words in my ear and the fact that we would be sharing a hotel room in a few days.

"Oh my," he moaned, his head clearly playing a million different scenarios.

"Oh my indeed," I agreed, as I took his fully ready-for-pleasure cock in my mouth.

I was stunned when he stopped me and said, "Wait a second, I got something special for you."

I minute later he returned and threw a DVD into the DVD player and he smiled, "I bought this to enhance our role-playing, but apparently you started without me."

Jon turned on the TV and he patted the couch for me to join him. Curious and excited, I did and soon the film titles started. The movie was called 'Black and White Lesbian Lawyers'.

I looked at John and smirked, "Nice choice."

"I thought you would like it."

Silence lingered, except for the TV screen as we watched the interracial lesbian action. It was wild with a white intern learning how to climb the ladder in the firm through sexual submission. It was sensual, with lots of kissing and caressing. The younger girl pleased her older boss, licked and tongued her pussy and asshole, which was a taboo surprise. As the younger white girl fingered the black woman's pussy and ass simultaneously, she licked her to the point her boss climaxed and squirted in the young girl's mouth and face. The white girl was not shocked at all, but welcomed getting squirted on. The black boss returned the pleasure by strapping on a big black rubber dick and explaining that complete submission included unlimited access to all holes and, after generously lubing the big toy, slid it into the white girl's butt and pounded her really good.

I had done anal with John many times, and although I didn't hate it, I didn't really enjoy it and John understood my discomfort, except when very, very drunk. Yet, watching these two women so intimate and yet so kinky suddenly had me for the first time ever considering offering my ass. Although, I didn't mention it to John at the time, as I leaned over and took his cock in my mouth.

He let out a moan and talked as I devoured him whole. "You are dying to dyke out with Alicia aren't you, baby?"

I moaned on his cock, still quite feverish, my hand going to my still wet cunt.

"You want to be her little white lesbian slut, don't you?"

Another moan escaped my lips as I furiously bobbed on his cock and just as furiously began rubbing myself.

"You will obey her, won't you?"

I let his cock slip out of my mouth as I pushed him onto the floor. Straddling him, I said, as I engulfed his cock in my sauna of love, "Yes, baby. I will do whatever she asks. I will kiss her sweet lips, suck on her big tits, and lap at her black cunt." I was now bouncing up and down, all eight inches of my husband's cock completely filling me with each downward bounce. "Is that what you want to hear?"

"Oh God yes," he answered, my tight pussy grip milking his cock expertly.

"You want me to dyke out with Alicia, don't you?" I teased.

"Hell, yeah," he moaned, while I quickly rode his pogo stick.

We stared into each other's eyes for the next couple of minutes until I saw him make his 'I'm coming' face and felt his hot seed coat my vagina walls. I milked every last drop from him before my orgasm hit, although a lot smaller than my earlier one.

The rest of the weekend we talked about all the potential possibilities that could occur this Tuesday, each a wet, tantalizing fantasy.



4. THE INNUENDO IS NO LONGER SUBTLE

Monday morning I was called into a department meeting in the morning and Alicia had a lunch meeting with her college supervisor, so it wasn't until after school that we had a chance to talk.

I was so eager to talk to her, like I was when I was a teenager and couldn't wait for my boyfriend to call, the plethora of possibilities ricocheting around like a pinball in my brain.

Unfortunately our conversation was brief, yet the tone was set. Alicia explained, while packing up, "Pam, I have to head out, I am getting a Brazilian done."

"What is a Brazilian?" I asked, clueless.

"Where they get rid of all your pussy hair," she informed me.

"Oh," I said, wondering if she was doing that for me.

"Is your pussy shaven?" she asked, finishing packing up.

"No." I answered, realizing this was very strange classroom conversation. Wanting to defend myself, I added, "But I do keep it trimmed."

She considered my answer and looked like she might give me an order, but instead she finished packing up, and said, "I'll drive tomorrow, ok."

"Sure," I agreed, happily, as I had always hated night driving.

"So be packed and bring something sexy, we will be going out on the town after we get there."

"Ok," I quickly agreed.

She gave me a quick wink and added, "I mean dress-for-sex hot."

I blushed and said, "What do you have in mind?"

She smiled a smile that could only be taken as devilishly sexy and teased, "Oh trust me, it will be a night you will never forget."

Before I could respond she was gone and I was again left a wet mess, which was becoming a more common occurrence.

I went home, swallowed a load of my husband's cum for an appetizer before supper just before the k**s got home and then at bedtime we had another sex marathon where I came over and over thinking it was her tongue on me and Markus's big black cock fucking me.

That night, while cuddling with my hubby, still horny after a few orgasms, John again gave me permission to play.

This time I pointed out, "It very well may happen, baby."

"I know," he whispered in my ear.

I fell asleep excited about the unknown and just as nervous. If I did succumb to my growing desire, there was no turning back.



5. PAM IS ALL A-BUZZ

I was a mess all day. Every time she looked at me, I felt as if she was seeing through my conservative teacher outfit and into my dirty mind. Underneath my long black skirt was a matching black garterbelt and stockings and on a crazy whim I had decided to not wear any panties, something I had never done at work before.

I considered going without a bra as well, my tiny breasts are easy to conceal, but my sensitive hard nipples were impossible to hide if I got excited, which I was all fucking day.

Yet she showed not even the slightest hint of what she had in store for me. There was no innuendo, no long looks, and no anything, I even began to think it was all in my head.

The day ended, my pussy on fire with nervous anticipation. Her sweet, innocent, yet seductive smile asked, "You ready for an adventure?"

I quickly gave away any pretence that I wasn't a willing and eager participant when I responded, "I am ready for whatever you have in mind."

Her smile shifted only slightly as she teased, "You should be careful what you promise."

Returning her volley, I countered, "These next two days I'm throwing caution to the wind."

She gave me a look and decided to test me, her tone the most dominant I had heard. "Give me your panties."

"I can't," I answered, sheepishly.

"Why?" she asked, her tone implying a lack of tolerance.

I blushed. "I am not wearing any."

Her tone instantly softened. "Well aren't you a naughty girl."

I blushed even more, excited at the odd flattery.

"How about your bra then?"

Suddenly feeling self-conscious in my own classroom, I replied, "Not here."

Her tone sweet, yet with authority, demanded, as she closed the door, "Now, my kitty."

Having her give me a pet name only enhanced my eagerness to submit and I obeyed silently. Getting the bra off without taking off my blouse was a bit awkward, especially when she was watching me, but I got it off and handed it to her.

She took it and complimented me, "Good Kitty. Time to go, my pet."

I followed her to her car and we were off to the great unknown.

Silence lingered until we were out of the city and Alicia finally broke the obvious tension. "So Pam, does hubby know about your desire to be my kitty?"

"Yes," I whispered.

"And he approves?"

"Yes," I confirmed, adding, "He gave me permission to play with you and even...." I stopped suddenly, realizing I might have said too much.

"Even what, my kitty? You and I will have no secrets."

"He even gave me permission to be with Markus," I revealed.

"Well, aren't you ambitious," she said with a smile.

I didn't say anything, unsure what to say.

Silence lingered for a few more minutes until she finally asked, "So you want to fuck my boyfriend?"

Her tone was deceiving. I couldn't tell if she was offended or impressed. I contemplated my answer for a moment until she repeated, her tone showing impatience, "Just answer the question. Do you want to fuck my big-cocked boyfriend?"

"Yes," I admitted, adding, "desperately."

"He would rip you apart," she said with a smile, before adding, "but fuck, it would be hot to see."

Silence again lingered before she explained her expectations to me. "I am very submissive to my man, but just as dominant to my kitties. I expect complete obedience. I expect undying loyalty. I expect you to be a perfect little sub."

She allowed her words to sink in as I processed her expectations, which turned me on even more. I finally answered, accepting the extreme terms, "Ok."

"You don't sound too convincing," she questioned.

Desperate to show my complete and utter eagerness to submit to her, I confirmed my commitment. "These next two days Alicia, I am no longer married, no longer your cooperating teacher, and no longer the conservative prude people see me as. "

"Then what are you?" she questioned.

"Your submissive," I replied.

"My pet?"

"Your pet kitty," I agreed.

"Open my glove department."

I did and saw a little bag.

"Take the bag."

I did.

"Grab the ball and shove it in your cunt," she ordered.

I looked at it cautiously, unsure what it was. The prude side of me wondered if it was sanitary.

"Now!" she demanded, her tone shifting dramatically.

Startled, I quickly slid the ball inside my very wet pussy.

"Good kitty," she purred, instantly returning to her syrupy sweet self.

Silence again remained, giving me lots of time to wonder what she had in store for me. The ball just sat inside me until suddenly I felt a buzz. I let out a surprised yelp and glanced at Alicia who was smiling. The buzzing sensation was just a light tease, a constant reminder that she had the power.

Alicia turned the radio up and somehow the speed of the toy in me at the same time and I let out a moan. Her only words for the next half hour was, "Don't you dare come, my kitty."

The buzzing was impossible to ignore, a constant tease, and I attempted to think of anything but sex...which was fucking impossible.

Out of the blue she said, "We are pulling into the next town for gas. If you have not come by then you will be punished."

The word punished shocked me, as I never thought of this being a BDSM relationship.

She suggested, "I would get to work. We just passed the two mile sign."

Fearful of what a punishment may be, I quickly put my hand under my skirt and began rubbing my clit furiously desperate to fulfill the order and my desire to come. My moans increased with my excitement and I closed my eyes, forgetting that I was in a car with my young black intern. Getting close, I begged, "Turn it on full blast, please."

She obliged and the enhanced pulses inside my cunt was the final trigger to a glorious orgasm as my legs stiffened and my juice began to flood out of me..

I felt the car slow down and I opened my eyes a moment later to see we were pulling into a gas station. Alicia smiled, "You did very well, my kitty."

I replied, still trying to catch my breath, "Thank you."

"Fill up my tank, my kitty," she instructed, getting out of the car. I followed her with my eyes and stared at her as she stretched, her perfect body curving at all the right places. I watched her like a horny boy as she went into the gas station. I got out and began pumping gas like a servant. I could feel my juice creeping down my leg, the aftermath evidence of a good orgasm, the toy still buzzing at full speed. I finished pumping the gas and went inside to clean up and hopefully get the toy out of me.

She came out of the washroom as I was going in. She smiled and I asked, with a slight whimper, "Can I take the toy out of me?"

"Is that what you want?" she asked.

The good vibrations stimulating me back to my happy place I suddenly realized I wanted nothing more than to keep the toy in me. "Ooooh, on second thought, I think I will keep it in."

"Good kitty," she smiled. "When you are done, pay for the gas."

"Yes, Miss," I replied, unsure what to call her under these strange circumstances.

As if reading my mind, she explained, "Except at the conference, you will refer to me as Mistress, is that clear?"

"Crystal," I replied, happy to have a clear distinction between us.

She left and I went pee and paid for the gas, as well as buying some snacks.

I returned to the car and saw she was in the passenger seat. Assuming the obvious, I got into the driver's seat and started the vehicle.

Once on the road again, my black intern, my black Mistress, pulled up her skirt and took off her pink panties. She handed them to me and said, "A gift for my kitty."

I took them and without even thinking moved them to my nose. Her scent was powerful and intoxicating, just as I had envisioned it would be.

"Oh my," she teased, "you are one naughty little dyke wannabe, aren't you?"

Embarrassed by what I had just done, I put the panties onto my lap.

"I'd better shut off the toy, my Kitty, hate for you to not be able to focus on the road."

She shut it off and I suddenly felt kind of empty.

I looked over a couple of minutes later and Alicia was asleep. I let out a soft sigh and drove in silence, my mind spinning with the many different scenarios she could have in store for me.


6. THE SUBMISSION OF PAM

Alicia didn't wake up until we were pulling up to the hotel. She yawned and asked, "Are you ready, my pet?"

The nickname had my pussy instantly tingling. "Yes."

She purred, "Oh that is exactly what I wanted to hear." A second later, I felt the buzz return to my loins. Instantly taking control, she said, "Let the adventure begin."

She got out of the car and I quickly followed. She ordered, "Grab the bags and follow me."

I obeyed, like the servant she was treating me as, the vibrating in my pussy still a major distraction.. She was checking in when I arrived in the hotel. She pointed me to wait, like she would a c***d, and my face burned red with shame. It was one thing to submit to her sexually, it was another to be humiliated in public. Once she was done checking in, she instructed, "Bring the bags."

I wanted to stand up for myself, to say this is not how you treat someone, yet instead I followed along like a well-trained puppy.

As soon as the elevator door closed, Alicia demanded, in front of an elderly couple also in the elevator, "On your knees."

I looked at her pleading with my eyes, but instead of giving me a break she raised her voice and demanded, "Now!!!"

I lowered my eyes and dropped to my knees, humiliation burning inside me in ways I cannot even begin to explain. Yet, at the same time, my pussy was so wet I could feel my juices leaking out.

She patted my head, clearly putting on a sick show for the older couple, and said, "Good pet."

Thankfully, she didn't make me do anything sexual, as I just sat on my knees like a good dog.

We reached our floor and she ordered, "Crawl, my pet."

I obeyed, as she grabbed our bags and followed behind me.

Once the elevator door was closed, her tone showed her power as she threatened, "Don't you ever hesitate when I give you an order, is that understood?"

"Yes, Miss," I instantly replied, both intimidated by her and also not wanting to not get the opportunity to pleasure her.

Once in the hotel room, she ordered, "Get undressed and take out the egg. Leave only your stockings on."

She watched as I nervously got undressed in front of her and slipped out the still vibrating egg. My hand shook noticeably. Finally only in stockings, she said, "You have such small breasts, and yet such stiff nipples."

I blushed as she assessed my body. I admitted, "Yes, they are extremely sensitive, especially when I am excited."

"You are excited," she teased, as she poured us both a glass of wine. Handing me mine, I took it and trying to calm my nerves, I shot the half the drink. "Are you getting some liquid courage?"

I nodded. "A couple of drinks and my inhibitions go away."

"Well, drink away then, my pet. I plan to use you all night," she promised, as she slid her finger between my breasts.

I shivered at her touch, a chill going up my spine.

She asked, "Do you want to see my tits?"

"Yes," I whispered shyly.

She unbuttoned her blouse, tossing it aside, her large breasts begging to be released from their fabric prison. "Take off my bra," my intern demanded.

I felt the slightest of leakage down below as I, still shaking, partly because I was nervous and partly because I was cold, unhooked the clasp and let her bra drop to the floor.

She offered, "Go ahead. Touch them. I know you want to."

Of course, she was right. I cupped them in my hands, in awe of how big and heavy they were. Suddenly I saw streams rolling down between her breasts and Alicia demanded, "Drink up, my kitty." I didn't hesitate as I buried my face between her big luscious breasts and savoured the sweet mixture of her dark skin and wine. At first it was just the small thin stream, but as I lapped it up, the stream became wider and quicker and I had to work hard to catch all the wine. A couple of minutes later, a buzz starting, I heard Alicia demand, "Finish your wine."

I shot the last half of my glass. Alicia refilled it and took it before pushing me onto the bed. She asked, "Are you ready to be with a woman, my kitty?"

I looked up and admitted, wanting nothing more, "God, yes."

She climbed onto the bed and her dark legs straddled my head. Her scent instantly encompassed me and I instantly wanted to taste her. She instructed me, "Look at my cunt, my pet. What do you want to do to it?"

Without hesitation, I answered, "I want to lick you."

She lowered her pussy so it was millimetres from my lips; her flexibility was very impressive. Without instruction, I leaned the last inch and licked her pussy.

I was instantly scolded, "Did I give you permission to lick me, slut?"

The tone shift and being called a slut was like a slap in the face after all the sweet nicknames of the day. I stammered, suddenly out of my realm of comfort, "N-n-no."

She lowered herself onto my chin. Although my instinct was to extend my tongue, her bouquet of sin overwhelming my senses, I waited for further instructions from the suddenly domineering younger woman.

Finally she ordered, "Pam, I expect utter obedience, is that clear?"

"Yes," I quickly replied, not wanting to disappoint her.

"Good," she replied, suddenly grinding her pussy on my chin and I could feel her juices coating my chin. She continued to explain, "You see, Pam, as you promised in your classroom, you are throwing caution to the wind. That means I own you now. You are my lez slut. Is that understood?"


Partly tipsy, partly horny, but mostly curious to taste her intoxicating nectar, I answered, "Yes, Miss."

"Mistress," she corrected, continuing to fuck herself on my chin.

"Yes, Alicia. You are my Mistress, please train me to be a good pet," I begged.

She suddenly shifted her legs, her weight on my arms, trapping me, making me completely helpless and at the whim of my beautiful black intern. I should have been scared, yet I was completely turned on and ready to obey any order given. She grabbed my hair and pulled my face into her oasis of juice. She asked, although I could barely hear her in my subservient boxed in position, "Do you like what you see...slut?"

I moaned weakly, "I love it."

"Of course you do, sluts love looking at cunt." She pulled my face in, using my hair to guide and ordered, "Take a good whiff, slut." She rubbed her pussy on my face, her excessive wetness showering my face; her scent impossible to not inhale. Grabbing my hair and yanking surprisingly hard, my face was shoved inside her pussy, my nose actually parting her pussy lips.

Finally I get the instruction I am dying to hear. "Lick my cunt, slut. Get off your new Mistress." I eagerly extend my tongue again and begin licking. Every fantasy and anticipation of her taste was correct, she was perfection. Her pussy was like the champagne of the gods and I instantly knew I had made the right decision.

I was tentative at first, exploring her pussy as best I coukd from my awkward position. Alicia's dominant voice gets me focused. "Don't you be shy now, my fucking white whore, make me explode on your prima donna face."

Such verbal abuse had never been thrown my way and I was stunned by how much it got me off. I felt my pussy leaking without being touched, being treated like a slut a major turn-on. I began licking faster, nibbling longer and sucking with purpose. I swallowed her clit in my mouth and heard a loud moan, which made a chill flow up my spine. She purred, her voice implying she had a big smirk on her face, "It's what all lesbian slut slaves crave, cum all over their whore faces, their make-up a muddled mess like a cheap fucking slut. Isn't that what you are, Pam?"

I let go off her clit and answered, mesmerized by the current predicament I was in, "Oh god yes, Mistress, I am a cheap fucking slut whore whose face is yours to use for your pleasure." I instantly went back to savouring her cunt, determined to make her orgasm and taste her orgasmic champagne. I felt her hips moving in a slow rhythm my tongue clearly getting her aroused.

She again grabbed my hair and pressed my face against her, forcing me to breathe her in, the only air I had coming from her wet cunt. She began moving her hips faster, harder, grinding my face with her pussy as she moaned with authority, "Keep that fucking tongue working slut, or else."

I felt like I was drowning in her pussy perfection and I never wanted to leave my newfound position, my newfound submission.

Alicia used her fingers to spread her pussy open for me, spreading her cunt lips wider, her cunt fully exposed to me. I attempt to fuck her cunt with my tongue, using my tongue like a small cock. Her moans became grunts and she began thrusting harder.

Her screams and moans oddly encouraged me. "Yeeeeeeees, harder slut. My little fuck-toy bitch! My fucking teacher slave. Harder!"

Sensing she was close, I sucked her clit back into my mouth, allowing my tongue to swirl around the hard nub.

Alicia let out a surprised gasp at my sudden aggressive approach and she rose up and then crashed back down onto my face. Although awkward, she was soon bouncing up and down on my face, literally fucking my face.

I became just a vessel for her pleasure, a personal fuck-toy for my new Mistress and I loved it. I desperately tried to lick her pussy and breathe as she rode my face.

Her sounds of arousal only enhanced my eagerness. "Mmmmmmmmmm, I'm gonna cooooooooome, yeeeeees. Suck my clit mooooooore, slut. Swallow it for fucks sake."

All I wanted to do was make her come, taste her nectar, and her sin. I could feel her tremor, her shudder and her fingers dug into my hair as her body went rigid and I was rewarded with my black intern's heavenly perfection. I lapped up every drop of her juice, knowing instantly that I was addicted and I would eagerly taste from her pussy the millisecond she snapped her fingers.

Alicia began moving her hips again furiously, again fucking my face, riding her orgasm to completion, using my face for nothing more than a fuck-toy. Just when I thought her orgasm was done, a second explosion coated my face, as she shook uncontrollably as she screamed, "Sluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut, fuuuuuuuuuuck."

My jaw was sore, my neck was burning and my arms were numb as my Mistress continued to use me for her pleasure. Thankfully, she fell to her side, her knees slipping off my arms, finally releasing me from my captive submission.

Her soft black hands grabbed my face. She looked into my eyes, staring at my cum-coated face. I stared back with trepidation, feeling cum dripping down my chin. I wanted, I needed, her approval. I was on pins and needles waiting for her first words after my complete submission to her. She smiled, gave me a playful slap on my cheek, "Mmmmmmm, you were a good little white bitch for me."

"Thank you," I blushed, oddly flattered by the strange compliment. I am sure I would have wagged my tail if I had one.

Alicia reached down and ran her fingers through her cunt before returning them and smearing her cum on my cheeks and lips.

I attempt to lick her fingers, again absurdly thanking her. "Oh thank you, Mistress."

She puts her cum-scented fingers to my nose and just let them linger there. Silence echoed in the room loudly before she asked, "What are you, Pam?"

I answered without hesitation. "Your pet. Your slut. Your cunt."

She laughed softly but with intent. "Yes, you are such a slut, a dirty little slut." She leaned in and kissed me hard, her tongue dancing inside my mouth. Her hands cupped my cheeks and after all the hardcore humiliation, the gently kiss was an absurd yet hot contrast. I eagerly kissed back, the most passionate kiss I could ever recall experiencing.

She finally broke the kiss after a few minutes of intimate passion and smiled, her voice soft, "You were such a good girl, such a good kitty."

Her approval warmed me all over. "Thank you, Mistress."

"For part of your training, you are not allowed to come tonight," she revealed, my heart crashing hard.

I whispered, unable to hide my disappointment, "Yes, Mistress."

Her finger slid between my tiny breasts as she promised. "But don't worry Pam. Tomorrow I promise you orgasm after orgasm like you have never experienced." She kissed me one last time and said, "I am going to have a shower. Call your husband and feel free to share your submission to your new Mistress if you wish."

I watched her leave and lay there, trying to calm down my burning desire to touch myself. I considered calling John, but knew retelling my adventure with Alicia would only rekindle my slowly simmering flame and I would be unable to resist the urge to pleasure myself. Instead, I closed my eyes, suddenly exhausted, and drifted into bliss.

7. PAM'S TRAINING BEGINS

I had the most peaceful sleep in recent memory, not waking up once, which was strange considering I hadn't been allowed to orgasm. I heard the shower running and slowly stretched. I took off the stockings I slept in all night and rubbed the imprint of the top of the stocking. The shower shut off and I was again nervous, unsure how to act normally after what had taken place.

I made a pot of coffee and it was almost brewed when Alicia finally came out of the shower in just a towel. She smiled when she saw me and asked, "Did you have a good sleep?"

"I slept like a baby," I admitted. "How about you?"

"Very good. Any regrets?" she asked, walking towards me.

I stammered, "N-n-no."

"Good, because I think going to this conference now is the perfect metaphor for your transformation."

"How so?" I asked, confused and excited, as she stood directly in front of me.

"Well, I am recycling you. Getting rid of the old, prude persona you personified and creating a new much better version, a sexy, submissive, slut."

I blushed, my face burning with shame as such a declaration and yet my cunt burning with desire because of the exact same declaration.

She could see through my trepidation to my real desires and ordered, "Go shower. We have a very busy day, my kitty."

I obeyed, again trying to squelch the burning heat growing below. In the shower I turned the water on colder than I usually did, desperate to calm my desire down, not wanting to be a horny mess while at the conference. I had to turn off my growing slut personality and return to my professional teacher one.

Out of the shower, I returned to the room and saw that Alicia was gone. On the bed was an outfit and a note. The outfit included the red blouse I had brought, but the black leather skirt was not mine. I grabbed the piece of paper and read the brief note.

Pam MY Slut,

My kitty. I am downstairs having breakfast. You are welcome to join me when you are dressed and ready. I have laid out your outfit for today...do not make any alterations or changes to your attire. You will notice that it is sexy, not slutty. Of course, you may also notice that there is no underwear of any kind. A SLUT doesn't wear undergarments. A slut's pleasure holes are ALWAYS available at ALL times.

In public you may refer to me as Alicia, but the instant we are alone I am MISTRESS and you are SLUT. That said, you are still expected to obey any command I give you, no matter where we are.

Now finish getting dressed and meet me downstairs for breakfast.

Your Mistress

Alicia

I could feel my pussy getting wetter as she read the note and her expectations. Even though I was a teacher, a lady, the thought of being a possession, just letting go unconditionally was...irresistible.

I grabbed the pantyhose, surprised they were not thigh highs until I pulled them up and learned they were crotchless. I didn't even know such a thing existed. I put on the leather skirt and realized why she had me wear pantyhose instead of stockings, the skirt, although just barely professional, was too short for stockings. My nipples were as hard as diamonds and were almost impossible to hide in the thin fabric blouse. Once dressed, I finished my hair and had to admit I looked pretty damn good.

I went downstairs for breakfast and joined Alicia. She smiled when she saw me and asked, "Do you like your outfit?"

"Yes," I admitted, slightly self-conscious at how others may judge me, but more excited at obeying my new black Mistress.

"You look delicious," she complimented. "If I hadn't already ordered breakfast, I'd have had you instead."

I blushed, my pussy already tingling from the thought of being pleasured by her.

I ordered breakfast and we sat in awkward silence. Where before our sexual encounter we had lots to talk about, suddenly I had nothing to say.

After what was only a couple of minutes, but felt like an eternity, Alicia began conversation, talking about the conference and sessions she planned to attend. After a couple more minutes, it was as if last night didn't happen and we were colleagues again. It wasn't until breakfast was almost done that I was reminded of our new relationship. She took a strawberry, moved it under the table and stared at me the whole time. A minute later the strawberry returned into view and she leaned forward and put it on my plate. Understanding her expectation, I grabbed the strawberry that was glistening just enough to know without a doubt it had been inside her pussy and popped it in my mouth. The sweet mixture of the fruit and her juice was indescribable, but it was an assault to the senses.

Alicia smiled and purred, "Good pet," just before our waitress arrived with the bill.

Once the bill was paid, by me of course, we went to the ballroom for the opening keynote. The speaker, a passionate man, focused on how the world was like a village and we in North America took for granted our many luxuries.. It was a powerful opening and he closed by highlighting that each of us could play a role in changing the world. As usual, I get giddy with youthful enthusiasm when a speaker is so optimistic because I am definitely a the-glass-is-half-full kind of girl. Alicia smiled and said, "You are already well on your way to contributing to helping many others."

I was confused at the comment at first until I caught on to the sexual implications that were implied. I worried about what her devious mind could have in store for me, even as another part of me tingled with anticipation. What was becoming of me?

Alicia handed me a note and said, "I will see you back in the hotel after the last session."

I watched her leave before opening the note, my already usual mixture of trepidation and excitement crashing together.

My White Little Slut,

There is an adult store a block and a half from our hotel. Before you return to our room, I want you to go there and pick up a strap-on you want me to fuck you with. There will also be a small package for you to pick up that I have pre-ordered for you.

Have a good day and don't you dare come!!!

Mistress Alicia

I stared at the letter even as my pussy leaked. I looked at the clock and realized I had less than five minutes before my next session on 'Recycling Art'. I sighed; I was really looking forward to this session. I was an art major and was intrigued by new ideas to bring back to my class that tied recycling and art. Now all I could think about was the fact that Alicia planned to fuck me later tonight and instead of being aghast at the thought, I couldn't wait.

Although distracted, I went to the session and once it got underway, my pussy simmered and I was able to concentrate on the real reason I was here. Once the session was over, I decided to head for lunch to fulfill the order Alicia gave me when I heard my name being called out.. I stopped in my tracks, the voice vaguely familiar. I turned around to see it was my first intern from a few years ago, Joan.

"I thought that was you," Joan greeted with a big smile.

"Hi, Joan," I smiled, "it is great to see you."

She asked, "Going for lunch?"

"I was," I admitted. We went for lunch and caught up. Although not overly professional, we chatted so long we missed the afternoon keynote as we went for a mini-shopping spree instead. It wasn't until three hours later before Joan asked, "I have to ask, Pam. Are you not wearing a bra?"

I blushed, but covered, having briefly forgot about my current situation, "Believe it or not, I forgot to pack one."

"Really?" she asked, surprised. "You are the most organized person I have ever met."

I joked, "Early menopause."

Joan laughed and quipped, "Well, you are definitely perky."

My stiff nipples agreed as I recalled my task I had yet to complete. "If you only knew the half of it," I threw out there before realizing what I just said. I quickly added, "Well it was great seeing you, but I need to get back to the hotel, I am suppose to meet my new intern for supper."

"Oh, I would love to meet her, maybe share war stories," Joan quipped sarcastically.

Before I knew what was happening, I had supper plans at 6 with Joan and Alicia. We hugged goodbye and I rushed to the adult store. Once in the store I was instantly overwhelmed by wall-to-wall toys and kinky sex paraphernalia. I walked around casually until I found the strap-on cocks and gasped at the variety. Although my mind was overwhelmed, my neglected pussy was instantly wet again. I noticed there was a variety of lengths and widths and although I knew I should be conservative with my choice, as soon as I noticed a long, thick black one, my mind was made.

I grabbed the box with the eight inch black strap-on and my pussy instantly got damp with anticipation. The long wait to come, plus the thought of Markus's eleven and a half inch cock had me greatly distracted and I was becoming obsessed with black cock.

Heading to the till I saw a black vibrator and grabbed it, thinking she could play black fantasy on my own as well.

At the till I remembered I was supposed to ask for a package. Although embarrassing to ask, so was buying a strap-on cock that implied the obvious. At the till, the cashier was an older woman who gave no reaction at all to my purchases or my request for a package for me. She handed me a sealed box and I learned my purchase was over two hundred dollars. I was surprised, but acted casually as I paid for my toys and whatever else was in the box and rushed out like I was making a getaway. I returned to my hotel room and Alicia was in the shower. I put my purchases on the bed and waited nervously for whatever might lie ahead.