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"Hot damn, will you look at that." Anthony was peering out his apartment window as Tracy approached. Her braless breasts were bouncing and jiggling in her cream-colored tank top. Anthony marveled at her perfect-for-fucking figure. Her short skirt showcased her beautiful, white legs. Her long, blonde hair was collected neatly in a bun atop her head.

She arrived at Anthony's door and moved to press his bell, but found the door swinging open before she had the chance, surprising her slightly.

"Good morning, young lady!" He stood with a wide grin, a gold tooth shined brightly at the side of his mouth.

"Oh!" she cried out, shocked at his eagerness, then recovered with, "Good morning, Anthony!" Tracy smiled brightly back and gave him an affable wave.

Anthony took a moment to appraise Tracy, still reveling at his luck. Her body seemed to be vibrating under her tight clothes. Her low-cut top revealed her meaty cleavage, white and smooth. She had the kind of tits that would cause men to start talking to themselves whenever they saw her figure. Her radiant smile was sincere. Anthony could see that Tracy had a rare quality, naïve, yet assertive, like she had a purpose that drove her. She was irresistible.

"Are you ready?" Tracy was about to step inside Anthony's condo, but was moved back by the old man quickly exiting and closing the door before she could step inside his home.

"I'm ready!" Anthony was more than just ready. He had been imagining Tracy's hands, mouth, and breasts moving all over his body from yesterday's "treatment". Anthony wanted more, much more of what he got yesterday.

Tracy's erect nipples grew even stiffer as she took the elderly man's elbow and carefully escorted him down the few steps of the walkway to her car. Her painfully hard nubs were unmistakable in her tight top, broadcasting her bra-less state. The pair reached the car and Tracy eased Anthony into the passenger seat while he complained about the food service in his community.

"...wouldn't have passed as meatloaf. More like mystery meat if you ask me," he rambled, his eyes locked on Tracy's deep cleavage as she buckled him in.

"My, my, someone is suddenly the food critic!" she returned playfully.

"Well, I wouldn't mind tasting those melons!" Anthony said crassly, smiling at himself and ogling her shamelessly.

"Oh, Anthony, that's enough," Tracy laughed. She brushed the legs of his brown slacks, much like a wife would do to her husband before sending him off to work. She stood, closed his door, and rounded the car to enter the driver seat.

On their drive to Tracy's house, Anthony angled his body toward Tracy to get a better view of her enormous breasts. She had the seatbelt buckled over her chest and the strap bisected her two heavy tits. It managed to accentuate their size, the dark polyester strap against her bulging cream-colored top. Since it pinned the fabric of her shirt down against her chest, her breasts seemed to jut out even further. Anthony imagined the wide restraint was his old, black dick, separating the two hefty mounds. He was rock hard and ready for her hands.

It had been days since Tracy had allowed herself to have an orgasm. Her new, more professional focus on Harry's and now Anthony's physical therapy had caused her to double her efforts at providing more clinical relief to these poor, old men. Despite this, she was beginning to long to have one of their big penises inside her. She was especially curious about Anthony and what he would feel like.

"Here we are!" Tracy parked the car in the driveway and helped Anthony out. "Harry is in his room. He'll be needing treatment as well."

Anthony sighed, he was hoping to have Tracy to himself, "I figured as much."

The two slowly walked up the winding, stone pathway into Tracy's home. She was surprised to see Jim there, dressed in a pair of tennis shorts and a polo shirt.

"Well, hello there, Anthony, I'm Tracy's husband, Jim." He extended his hand out for Anthony to shake.

"Hello there, young man. Nice to meet you, and thank you for allowing your Tracy to help me with my condition." Anthony smiled sincerely.

Anthony had heard about husbands like Jim. They liked to watch their wives with other men. He forgot the word they used, but saw something about it on a porn video a while back. He recalled what Harry had said about how Jim was there one moment, then gone the next. Harry didn't seem to mind, so Anthony wasn't concerned by his being there.

"We're going to be in the pool today, honey," Tracy reported, giving her husband an apprehensive look that Jim had never seen before.

"Oh, okay...well, I was going to go in to the office, since it's the weekend there won't be anyone there and I'll be able to get some work done," Jim lied. He planned to stay back and try to watch Tracy administer her treatment to the two black men. He was nervous about his idea. This would be the first time he tried to watch in person, instead of recording the action on a hidden camera.

After discovering that Tracy had been on his laptop and had seen his internet and camera activity, Jim's attitude toward his wife and her situation with the old black men had changed. He took note that she hadn't said anything to him about her discovery; information that revealed to him that she at least wasn't opposed to his interest in watching her with other men. Jim was just beginning to accept his changing sexual interest in his wife and found that he was more aroused now that she was aware of his interests. He felt closer to her somehow. He was beginning to accept the fact that he found watching his wife with other men, as a sort of voyeur, to be more thrilling than actually having sex with her as they had for so many years prior to her meeting Harry.

Jim walked with Tracy and Anthony to the guest room where Harry was staying. He kissed Tracy good-bye, then wandered back toward the den.

Once her husband left, Tracy refocused on the two men. "First things first. You both need to get into swim suits." Tracy stood in the doorway looking back and forth between the Harry and Anthony.

Harry looked at his friend and nodded a silent 'hello' to Anthony.

"There's no need for that. I think it would be best if I were naked. Now, I can't speak for Anthony, but..."

Anthony quickly interrupted.

"...No. No need for bathing suits, Tracy. I mean, they might get in the way, right?"

Tracy readily agreed. "Oh! Of course. What was I thinking. You're right, but it may be awkward with the two of you naked in the pool, together."

The two men looked at each other, as Anthony said, "No, I think we'll be alright with that."

"Yes, that will be fine, Tracy," Harry confirmed.

"Great! Well, let me get my swim suit on."

"Oh, now, no need for that," Anthony added. She didn't respond to the old man as she turned and left the room.

Tracy was serious about her new commitment to be more professional when dealing with Harry and Anthony's treatment. It was already a precarious situation having to get them to ejaculate while she was so turned on by their big penises. She didn't want things to get out of hand like they did a few weeks ago with Harry's other friends.

Tracy retrieved a white, one-piece bathing suit from her closet and began making her way into it, which was never an easy task for the busty blonde. She stuffed herself into the suit, remembering how Jim had bought it for her a while back because he thought it was a sexy way to help protect her from the sun. She did her best to tuck away her enormous breasts inside the suit. The thing barely kept her bosom contained, smashing her excess bust out slightly through the openings in the arms and neck.

She repositioned her breasts under the garment as best she could and went out to the pool where Harry and Anthony were sitting on a ledge, two feet under the water at the side.

Tracy jumped into the water as the two older gentlemen looked on. She took on a different tone of voice, almost like that of a coach. "Alright guys. Let's start with holding onto the edge of the pool and kicking like this."

Tracy faced the side of the pool and took hold of the edge, letting her body float up. The two men watched her round ass cheeks breech the surface, parted by her white suit. She began pumping her legs, demonstrating the exercise and making big slashes as she gripped the edge of the pool, arms straight ahead.

Harry and Anthony watched her wet, plump ass work for a moment before realizing they were supposed to exercise too. They lurched into action, following her example on either side of her.

Tracy observed Harry and noticed he was having difficulty keeping his body straight in the water. He didn't seem to be able to kick hard and fast enough to support his own buoyancy.

"You've almost got it, Harry. Here..." She sidled up to him and placed an arm under his body across his chest, and another at his groin level, lifting him up to better complete the activity.

"Straighten out... that's it!"

Harry grunted with effort, kicking and splashing.

"Good. Feel that stretch?" She asked, turning her head down to see his expression.

Harry exhaled heavily with effort. "Yes, but it's hard to stay flat without my lower body sinking."

Tracy felt something firm brush against her arm underwater as he kicked. It happened again, then the fleshy appendage drifted to rest on the bottom of her forearm. It was Harry's penis. She fought the temptation to grab hold of it below the water.

She shook her head, refocusing. "Kick harder, Harry!" she encouraged.

Harry was moving his legs as fast as he could just to keep up. He was surprised that Tracy was working him out as hard as she was. After a few minutes, she told him to rest and then waded over to Anthony who had given up after only a few seconds.

"Here, grip the side of the pool, Anthony." Tracy helped lift Anthony's naked body up flat in the water. She grabbed him much like she did Harry.

When Tracy reached under him, her arm accidentally trapped his penis, pinning it against his body as she held him up so he could paddle. She could feel it becoming erect as she encouraged him to kick.

"Kick harder, Anthony! That's it, harder! Push!" Tracy felt him growing under her arm. "Good job!" She was a great motivator, but needed to continually refocus so she wouldn't become distracted by Anthony's inflating cock.

Both Harry and Anthony worked hard for her, especially knowing what was waiting for them in the form of their the****utic massage that would inevitably follow.

Tracy had been preoccupied with two thoughts while she was helping the men in the pool: first, how would she be able to have an orgasm and still keep to her objective of being more professional as she administered Harry and Anthony's treatment, and second, how would she be able to treat both men at the same time, or would she even try?

After a few other exercises that she assisted the men with, Tracy had them leave the pool and dry off. She watched with interest as the two men dried their old, withered, black bodies. Harry's cock was fully extended, but not hard, hanging and swinging like a clock's pendulum between his legs. Anthony was as hard as a teenage boy in a girl's locker room and gave Tracy a wide, welcoming smile. She smiled back and tossed him another towel playfully. The men slung their towels over their shoulders and followed Tracy into the guest room.

"I'm not sure what would be best, to try and work on your circulation together, or separately." Tracy picked up an old, white, button-down dress shirt of Jim's that she had left folded in the room and slipped into it in order to cover her wet bathing suit.

The over-sized shirt did nothing to show off her body.

Harry and Anthony couldn't be more disappointed in Tracy's choice of clothes as they stood naked looking at each other and pondering what they should do about their treatment.

"Why don't I lay down in the other room," Anthony offered.

"That would be fine by me," Harry agreed.

Tracy was relieved her dilemma was resolved so quickly. She helped Harry onto the bed in the guest room, then led Anthony to the sun room as she carried the folded massage table. The sun room was a few feet from the guest room just off the wide, open hallway leading to the pool. She unfolded the table and spread a towel over it.

"Park it right here," Tracy slapped the table, looking back to Anthony.

He scooted his naked body onto the table, not even attempting to hide, or cover his throbbing erection.

Tracy smiled, looking immediately at his penis.

"You look all ready to go!" She patted his leg, then left to attend to Harry.

Harry was again disappointed when he saw what Tracy was wearing.

"What in God's good name are you wearing, Tracy?" He overemphasized his disapproval by shaking his head.

Tracy looked down at her baggy, frumpy shirt and realized immediately what he was referring to. She quickly assessed her thought process leading up to her decision to wear the loose-fitting old top and realized that she had been looking at providing treatment, and not dressing the way Harry liked.

"Oh, I just thought..." Tracy was flush with embarrassment.

"You need to take that off or it will take you forever to complete my session," Harry interrupted sternly. He was growing concerned that Tracy may be having second thoughts about the sexual aspect of his "treatment".

"My goodness, how careless of me," Tracy stammered, her hands quickly moving to unbutton her shirt. "I don't know what I was thinking."

She opened the shirt and slipped it off.

"Ah, ah. The suit, too."

"Gosh, of course." Tracy hooked her thumbs through the shoulder straps and pulled her top down, then proceeded to step out of the suit completely. "I'm so sorry!"

Harry smiled to himself as he watched with eager eyes as Tracy's full, youthful-looking tits were hanging free, unobstructed in any way by clothing.

She stepped out of the suit and stood proudly for Harry to regard. "Is this better, daddy?" she asked in her higher-pitched, sexier voice. The submissive Tracy had returned.

"Much better, yes, darlin'."

Harry lowered himself onto the towel laid over the bed, naked and waiting for Tracy's attention.

Tracy stood to the side of the bed that Harry was lying on and squirted oil up and down the tops of his legs.

"That's it, darlin,' rub it deep. You really had us working in that pool!" Harry felt relaxed as Tracy kneaded his calf and leg muscles in her usual progression up to his twitching, monster of a cock.

"You need more exercise and better blood flow to your legs, Harry. I hope it helped." Tracy was working her way up to his thighs.

As Tracy was explaining her reasons for the workout, she heard Anthony call out to her from the other room.

"Tracy?" She turned her head from Harry and looked toward the direction of the voice.

"Just a second, Harry." Tracy was off, bottle in hand, to get Anthony started.

When Tracy rounded the corner naked, Anthony just about had a heart attack.

'Good Lord, look at this shit!' He thought as Tracy approached him on the table.

"Okay, Anthony, let me get you started." Tracy rubbed oil on her hands, then poured it on Anthony's legs. She felt her tits wobbling before her, full and round, but sort of in the way. She did her best to ignore her pangs of self-consciousness from being naked as she began treating Anthony.

"How are you feeling?" she asked, rubbing her way up his legs. Her eyes moved up to his growing, jutting penis sticking out from his round stomach. Finally, she made eye contact with Anthony, smiling warmly.

"I'm achy. The swimming helped, but my groin area is sensitive..." He paused, then added, "For some reason."

He knew full well the reason was the naked, blonde bombshell attending to him. Anthony was propped up on his elbows looking at Tracy in awe of her voluminous breasts and raised nipples. He was as hard as he ever remembered being.

Tracy found herself quite distracted by Anthony's black dick as it rose to a fully erect tower. She wanted to grab it. Anthony admitted that his groin was sensitive. She rationalized that she should focus on that area of his therapy.

She looked Anthony right in the eye. He was smiling invitingly. She gazed at his enticing cock. In that moment, she completely eschewed her normal, legs-up progression of treatment, instead grabbing the veiny black phallus with both hands.

Anthony let out a long, dramatic sigh, feeling the blonde grip, then squeeze his shaft.

"You poor thing. It's so tense!" Tracy observed, tightening her squeezing hands. She slowly began stroking him, the oil allowing her hands to glide over his flesh easily.

As she began giving Anthony a hand job, her skin erupted in goosebumps. Her nipples became so hard that she felt as though they would pop off of her chest.

"That's a whole lot better," Anthony admitted.

Tracy could hear Anthony's pleasure and relief in his voice. She immensely enjoyed providing these older men with a sense of gratification. It aroused her. She felt the slickness between her thighs spreading. She fidgeted, but continued to slowly stroke Anthony, remembering from yesterday that it took Anthony a lot longer to cum than Harry.

The two of them watched her hands work his dick. In the back of her mind, Tracy knew Anthony needed a full massage, including his legs, but she just couldn't help herself. She wanted his penis. She loved its fat shape and dark color.

Tracy grew conscious of the time she was spending with Anthony as she left Harry with only his legs done. Hopefully she could help Anthony achieve orgasm sooner today.

As if sensing her desire, Anthony requested, "Can you stroke it faster?" He felt Tracy pick up the pace, adding, "Not too fast though, I don't want to chafe." He really wanted a blow job or maybe even a chance to fuck Tracy outright.

Tracy felt the oil soak in between her hands and Anthony's stiff erection. She paused, regarding his beautiful thick, black cock and couldn't resist any longer. She wanted it in her mouth, which would also solve the lubrication problem.

"I think you're right, we need to be sure we don't give you any abrasions after yesterday's treatment." Tracy looked innocently into Anthony's dark eyes, then back to his crotch.

She leaned toward his dick and opened her mouth. Anthony felt her warm breath on his cock head just before her hot, wet lips surround the tip.

"Oh, that's nice!" he cheered.

She slowly moved her lips over his swollen cock, putting the head of his penis firmly against her tongue. Her right hand began stroking his shaft steadily while her left hand closed over his enormous balls. She massaged his testicles, stroked his cock, and mouthed his dick head, pushing her tongue against his cum hole.

"Suck that black dick girl." Anthony wanted her in a bad way. He wanted to feel his dick buried deep inside her. He wanted to kiss her and position her body in all sorts of sexy ways. He wanted to use her up.

Tracy seemed to be unaware of Anthony's inappropriate comment and responded to his encouragement with a very loud moan. Her desires had gotten the best of her. She eagerly gave Anthony an expert blow job and found her cock-filled mouth drooling excessively. She carelessly let it stream down from her mouth, down his member, and onto her hands and his balls.

Back in the guest room, Harry could hear Anthony's low voice, but couldn't make out his words. He heard Tracy moan loudly, then he heard the wet "glucking" sound that telegraphed her sloppy blow job. A slight smile crept across his lips and he began working his semi-hard cock into a hardened state. It was a turn on knowing that Tracy was with Anthony. In that moment, he understood why Jim was so attracted to the idea of Tracy being with another man. It was driving Harry crazy.

Tracy's saliva continued to well-up inside her mouth. Rather than swallow, she decided to let it slowly pour out of her mouth and down Anthony's long, thick shaft, lubricating as it made its way to his balls.

"Go deep, baby...deeper." Anthony watched Tracy inch her mouth down on his dick. He pushed his hips up to give her better access to his hard cock.

"Mmmm!" Tracy loved the feel of Anthony's cock in her mouth and moaned repeatedly as she worked it down her expanding throat.

"Maybe we can go just a little deeper..." Anthony said. He used both hands to collect her hair, then gripped it tightly in his left hand. He used his grip to adjust the bobbing of Tracy's head, increasing her tempo.

"Hmf... hmmmpf... mmmmmffff..." Tracy tried to breathe and moaned repeatedly as Anthony set her to a faster pace. She strained her neck, bobbing as fast as she could, but couldn't keep up.

"mmmmm-GGAAAHHH!" She pushed back against Anthony's grip, reluctantly pulling her mouth back.

She removed the thick, black cock with a loud, wet popping sound, and panted to catch her breath. Anthony still held her head by her hair, but let her recover, gently slapping his slick cock against the side of her face.

Tracy coughed and sucked in a deep breath.

"Hhahhh, this isn't working," she panted. "I can't go that fast. Maybe there's another way to help give you relief."

As Anthony stroked his sloppy, wet cock, he watched Tracy intently. Her massive tits wobbled around against his thighs as she composed herself. He heard the gentle sound of Tracy moving the bottle of oil from the table to the floor near her feet. He looked down and saw that her trimmed, blonde pussy was engorged and pulsing, wet with arousal. In that moment, Tracy needed Anthony's eager mouth on her hard nipples.

"Climb on up here, girl." Anthony slapped the sturdy massage table and scooted himself down to allow more room for her to join him.

Tracy smiled and knelt on the table beside him. She swung her left leg over Anthony's body and sat carefully on his thighs. His hard cock jutted up before her. She grabbed it with her right hand and his swollen balls with her left.

Then, staring straight into his eyes she announced in her sexy voice, "The only way I'm going to be able to help you with your condition is to have you inside me, Anthony."

Anthony used his hands to encourage Tracy to lift her hips up and the two of them positioned her dripping pussy over the head of his cock. He could see her lips part and the tip of his cock nestle between them. He felt the warmth of her cunt perched atop his hard, black dick. Her pink clit stuck out away from her vulva. He extended himself up as far as his position would allow in anticipation of the imminent penetration. He let his eyes slowly move up her perfect body as she hovered above his stiff dick. He placed his old, withered hands against her smooth, pale tummy. He felt her supple abdomen and used his thumbs to stroke the sides of her torso imagining what it will be like to be deep inside her.

Tracy was above him, her hands on his shoulders for balance.

"Go easy on me," she said, smiling down at him playfully. The two of them held their breath as Tracy began lowering herself.

Anthony watched his head slip inside, then inch by inch, his shaft followed, driving into the warm, soft folds of Tracy's pussy.

"OOooooooh," she said in a long sigh, accepting his length and girth. She closed her eyes as she allowed her body to open up for Anthony for the first time, relishing each filling inch as his big black invader expanded her pussy.

"fuuuuuhhh..." was all Anthony could muster, holding his hands still while Tracy slid down onto him. Her body dragged down through his grip until Tracy's heavy breasts filled his palms.

Anthony flexed, his pole rigid and unbending as he strove to plug it deeper into Tracy's body. He relished her soft, heavy tits and began to play with them as Tracy slowly ascended. He pushed them together and squeezed them, getting a good feel of their weight and size. He adjusted his grip on each breast so that his thumb and index finger were able to lightly tweak her nipples.

"Unnnnmmm!" Tracy sunk into position, getting most of his cock deep inside her. Her waist gyrated in a small rotation, then in a forward, waving movement. She was obviously trying to stuff as much cock into her pussy as possible.

Judging by the noises coming out of the room, Harry correctly guessed that Tracy was now giving Anthony her "full-penetration" therapy. He chuckled, stroking himself with both hands. The thought of Tracy fucking another man was all Harry needed to get hard. Almost fully erect, Harry took steps to maintain his erection and stimulated condition, hoping to sustain it until Tracy arrived without cumming too soon.

As Tracy leaned forward, she felt the curve of Anthony's belly against her clit, which she knew would easily result in her first orgasm. She moved her body down, then forward toward the old black man. She put her hands behind his head, lifting Anthony's and bringing his mouth to her nipples. As Anthony pulled each into his mouth, he twirled his tongue and sucked it as far as it would go. He sucked hard on each one, causing her nipples to extend to their limit.

"Ahhhh! Oh, yes!" Anthony's mouth felt like a warm, wet vacuum on her sensitive nipples. Tracy placed her hands on each side of the old black man's shoulders allowing him continued access to her pendulous breasts and began grinding herself down on the stiff cock.

"Mmmmm...Mmmm...Mmmmm! Oh God, Anthony!" In a sudden surge of pleasure, Tracy lifted her hips up and slid down in long, forceful strokes. Every time the thick cock penetrated her, her clit made contact with the base of the black shaft.

"Yes, yes, YES! OH GOD, YES!" Tracy's voice grew in pitch, then dropped to her lowest octave in a fit of pleasure. Her body shook and she held Anthony tightly by his shoulders, her pussy spread wide around his shaft.

"Ahhh!..Ohhh!...Ggggggoddd! I'm cumming!" Grinding wildly on his hard cock, Tracy exploded in a rush of hot fluid. She rode him vigorously making slapping sounds with her body as it smacked against his torso. She moaned loudly. Tracy came without Anthony doing much of anything at all. He pulled his mouth from her tits, watching her eyes close and her face become contorted in pleasure. He pawed and fondled her tits, unable to hold each one in a single hand, he smashed them together forming an immense crevasse of cleavage that shook and jogged as she slammed into his body.

In a moment of pure lust, Anthony thrust his hips up and rubbed her tits in his face at the same time. Tracy leaned down offering her breasts to the man again. She pressed them into his face, holding his neck and bearing down onto him with her gushing pussy.

"OOoooooh! OOOH!" She whined, cumming again. Pumping down hard upon his cock, Tracy pounded the black man's penis and the lower curve of his stomach with her pussy producing a loud clap.

Anthony could not take another second of Tracy's tits in his face and the feeling of her pussy tightening around his tool. He reached behind her and grabbed her by the back of her shoulders, pulling her body down on his and thrusting his cock to its deepest level yet. Her tits surrounded his face and most of his head.

"OH FUCK!" Tracy cried out, wide-eyed above the elder black man, feeling his fat cock plumb her depths.

"Gaaaaaaahd," Anthony grunted almost inaudibly from between Tracy's heaving breasts. His body jerked and he sent a hot spurt of semen into her.

Tracy felt the rush of hot cum flood into her.

Anthony shuddered again below her and injected another thick stream into Tracy's pussy.

"Oooh," Tracy commented, rubbing Anthony's bald head.

Anthony held her tightly, pumping her full of his large load. He emptied pulse after pulse into her and dragged his hands down her back as he did so, feeling his strength drain from him. Tracy took each shot he gave her, recoiling slightly each time. She tried to tighten her pussy around his surging, throbbing member, but the volume of cum quickly overwhelmed her and his thick load began leaking out as he held her.

Tracy felt his grip drag down her back, then he slumped below her fully, spent. She settled atop his lap, content to have his flagging dick inside her.

Anthony smiled, moving his hands behind his head in a more relaxed position. Tracy leaned forward, pressing her breasts into his chest, and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. She reluctantly pushed herself up and slowly dismounted his cock. It drew out steadily, then flopped onto his belly once fully free.

She carefully climbed off the table, grabbed a fresh towel, and cleaned Anthony's penis. He moaned pleasantly. Tracy then ducked into the bathroom, unrolled a handful of toilet paper and sopped-up the hot seed dripping from her cunt.

She knew she needed to act quickly. Harry was waiting.

Tracy rounded the corner to find Harry's enormous black pole sticking straight up in the air, suspended by one hand at the base. Despite her just having multiple orgasms, she found her pussy twitching, her heart racing at the sexy sight.

"My goodness! It looks like you need some help, daddy!" Completely ignoring her previous efforts to give Harry a proper, full massage, Tracy wasted no time squirting oil on the monster and grabbing onto Harry's epic cock with both hands, using short strokes to keep him hard. She was delighted that he was already almost fully erect.

In a low, whispered voice, which was unusual for Harry, he spoke to Tracy lustfully,

"You liked that dick, didn't you? I could you hear you all the way in here."

Tracy noticed the change in the tone of Harry's voice. She thought he sounded very aroused. Returning the same level, she spoke softly.

"Oh, I did, daddy. He made me cum twice," she whispered.

While keeping eye contact with Harry, Tracy moved her mouth over his fat, knobby black head in a sideways blow job. She looked into his eyes from the corner of her own , sucked on his tip, and ran her clenched hands up and down his black shaft.

"That's it, darlin' pump me up. I'm already hard for you."

Tracy could tell Harry had been turned on by hearing her with Anthony and was reminded of what she had seen on her husband's computer.

'Does Harry like me with other men too?' she wondered.

Standing to the side of the bed as Harry stretched out on it lengthwise, she could see through the open guest room door to the area in the house that led to the covered pool deck. She registered a blur of movement in her peripheral. Focusing on the spot where she thought she saw something, Tracy kept her eyes fixed, wondering if was just her imagination, as she continued to pump and suck on Harry.

It wasn't her imagination. She saw something rise into view and realized that it was her husband, Jim. He was squatting around the corner to the guest room. His head appeared, not realizing that Tracy had seen him. Tracy saw his brown hair quickly move back out of sight, then almost as fast as he retreated, his head appeared again from around the corner, about three feet from the ground.

Tracy would have screeched in surprise were it not for her mouth being occupied with the first four inches of Harry's cock. Instead, she gave a pitched yelp that sounded like a squeal. Harry looked at Tracy as she moved her attention from his penis to somewhere toward the entrance to the room and spotted Jim.

Knowing exactly how Jim felt, he decided to give him a show.

"Take that cock, Tracy. Take it deep." He demanded loudly. Harry shifted his stare back and forth from Tracy to Jim's wavering head, spying on his wife as she worked the black dick in her mouth.

Earlier, Jim had quietly shut the door to the den that he used as an office, after Tracy began the therapy session in the pool. He managed to stay hidden in the room until he heard Anthony's loud voice as he came. Jim was able to creep out and position himself just outside the guest room door, after he saw Tracy enter. His shorts removed and left in the den, he was in his boxers now and slowly pumping his penis as he hoped to steal a glimpse, in real-time, of his wife servicing Harry's one-of-a-kind cock.

Jim winced as his wife looked up at him, catching him in the act of voyeurism. 'Damn it!' he thought as he quickly moved his head out of her line of sight. At that moment, he wanted to curl-up in a ball and disappear. Jim fought with the idea of leaving and having an awkward conversation with Tracy later. Instead, he decided since he was already caught, and since his wife already knew of his interest in seeing her with black men, he would stay where he was. He cautiously peeked around the corner again.

He was not disappointed.

Harry was intent on giving Jim something to look at. He had removed his dick from her mouth and was holding his giant cock at the base, moving it back and forth against Tracy's face like a thick, black wand. The effect was that she was unable to secure her mouth around the throbbing organ and was moving her head, following the hard, black cock to and fro, trying to capture the b**st between her lips. She looked as though she was chasing it with her mouth, always a few inches behind as it swept across like the black hand of a giant metronome. She looked desperate to get it in her mouth.

Jim stroked his penis fervently as he watched his wife's beautiful, white face tangle with the jet-black pipe. As he knelt several feet away he couldn't help but notice the contrast between her ivory skin and that of the old, frail black man. The view he had of the raunchy scene was perfect.

"More spit, baby," Harry instructed, smearing his thick shaft across her face repeatedly. "Thaaaat's it, here," he offered, directing several firm blows with his cock over her face and gaping mouth.

Tracy bobbed in a frustrated little huff before Harry plugged his head back into her eager mouth and pressed it into her cheek, causing her face to bulge out obscenely. Tracy's mouth gaped and her spit flowed freely down Harry's shaft, onto the sheets of the guest bed.

Harry pumped and stretched her cheek with his fat head while shaking his shaft, then completely released his grip on himself and Tracy, letting her have her way now.

Tracy happily bobbed her head, regaining control of the action and making loud slurping and sucking noises that echoed throughout the quiet house. For the first time since she had started helping Harry with his ailment, Tracy and Jim looked at each other, eyes locking, as she obsessed over the mammoth cock now in her mouth, still sideways. Tracy's skin felt as though it had been pricked all over, from head to toe, with needles. She felt tremors of sexual pleasure flow through her body.

'Jim sees me,' she thought, 'this is so hot!'

As if on cue, she sucked hard on Harry's tip, then quickly lifted her mouth off of his cock. Her lips made the familiar "pop" sound as she removed her mouth. For a moment, she let her mouth gape, allowing spit to flow from her lips onto Harry's dick. She knew how that looked and sounded, and was pleased to see her husband's expression show the pure intense lust that revealed his approval.

Jim also noticed that Harry briefly turned his head and watched for Jim's reaction to the graphic scene, then, once satisfied that Jim was okay, turned his attention back to Tracy.

"Let me ride you, daddy," Tracy suggested.

Harry nodded enthusiastically and Tracy helped move him so that the soles of his feet were toward the position Jim was "secretly" stooping.

Once situated, Tracy got on the bed and moved to straddle Harry, facing Jim. She reached down between her legs and retrieved the thick head of Harry's cock, then lined it up with her slick pussy.

"I hope it will fit, daddy."

Behind her, Harry only replied by latching a tight grip on each of Tracy's ass cheeks.

On her knees straddling Harry and facing Jim, Tracy spread her pussy open with one hand and gripped a heavy breast in the other. She flexed her thighs and let her weight drive her down onto Harry's shiny black shaft in a reverse cowgirl position.

Her pussy lips parted and began stretching around the wide head as it entered her. Tracy was exceptionally wet.

"God," she said flatly, feeling the black bulb slip inside.

She continued lowering herself, feeling Harry's huge black monster slide its way into her body.

Tracy looked up and made eye contact with Jim, who was masturbating openly at this point.

"Oooh...daddy! You fill me up!" Tracy said this as she continued staring at her husband and moved her hand away from her pussy so that she was holding up both breasts. She wanted to give Jim a clear view of her pussy full of Harry's cock.

Tracy adjusted her stance slightly, then began pumping her body steadily up and down on the top half of Harry's dick. Jim could see the black cock slowly enter his wife's pussy. Now, filled as full as her body would allow, Tracy rode Harry in a fervent pace while Jim watched her stretched, pink pussy drag up and down the thick black shaft.

Without breaking pace, Tracy suddenly let out a deep gasp and dropped a hand back between her legs. She began rigorously rubbing her clit, her tits bouncing, her eyes fluttering. She kept looking at Jim as she convulsed through a series of orgasms.

"Ji...Uhhh...Maaah..." Tracy was coming, never breaking off eye contact with her husband.

Jim couldn't believe how sexy his wife looked just then. A strange combination of jealousy and intense sexual arousal stirred him to a powerful orgasm of his own. Strangely, in that moment, he somehow felt closer to his wife than he ever had before.

"Ffuuuuccckkk!" he grunted.

A thick arc of cum blasted out of Jim's penis, stretching in a line toward his wife. Jim spurted a series of long, white stripes of sperm onto the floor. He swore loudly and ejaculated a large amount of semen, making a sloppy mess all over his hands and boxer shorts.

Tracy watched her husband fire his orgasm onto the floor at the entrance to the guest room. It was one of the hottest displays of sexual energy she'd ever seen from the man, causing her to climax again.

Harry had been watching with his head lifted up, just barely able to see Jim around Tracy's undulating body.

"Oh, that's it. Ride it girl! That's... that's..." Tracy felt Harry's grip move from her ass cheeks to her hips, where he held her tightly and pulled her down onto him, lodging himself deeper inside her.

"...that's... Ahhh!" Harry cried.

Tracy felt Harry cum deep within her. She sighed, accepting his hot emissions.

"Ahhh! Ohhh, FUCK!" Harry swore, tensing and filling Tracy with burst after burst of spunk.

Tracy let Harry pull her down, though it filled her pussy to a somewhat painful depth. She reached down and gripped the three or four inches of cock not stuffed inside her, feeling it throb and pulse as it conveyed Harry's cum from his body to hers. She pumped it with her hand to help Harry expel his load.

"That's it, daddy, give it to me!"

Jim watched Harry pull his wife down onto his dick. By the sound Harry was making, Jim figured he was cumming in her. He watched Tracy pause and take Harry's ejaculate, even pumping his lower shaft for him, essentially jerking him off into herself. Confirming Jim's suspicion, thick blobs of cum began emerging from Tracy's stretched pink pussy, oozing down the thick, veiny black shaft that was deep inside her.

Tracy felt Harry's cock stop pulsing right about when his cum began leaking from her full pussy. His cock was still hard, but he'd grown oddly quiet right in the middle of his orgasm.

"Wow. I'm so full of cum," she commented, toying with the hot seed streaming out of her.

Harry didn't respond. His body was tense under her.

Tracy felt something unusual. It was a stiffness in Harry she had never felt before. Not just in his hard penis, but in his legs that she gripped for leverage as she came again and again. She stopped after her third orgasm and dislodged herself from the hard, black rod. She spun her body around on the bed.

"Harry?...HARRY!" She screamed.

Jim shot up and ran to the bed to see what had caused Tracy's change in the volume of her voice. She was urgently attending to Harry who lay prostrate, eyes halfway closed, trembling uncontrollably as if in a seizure on the bed.

"Are you family?" Doctor Oberlund walked outside the intensive care unit at Hillside Methodist Hospital to the waiting area. Tracy, Jim, and Anthony were there, having followed the ambulance from their home.

"We're very close friends. I help take care of him, I volunteer at the senior center." Tracy stated with authority. "I've been helping Harry with his condition."

"Harry has had a stroke. So far, it looks like a rather mild one, but we will need to keep him here over night, maybe for a couple of days." The tall, balding, doctor with retreating silver hair looked down at Tracy and continued, "I'm William Oberlund, Harry's physician. You were saying something about his condition?"

"Well, you know. Anthony, tell him." Tracy turned to Anthony who had a strange, distant look about him. His attention was to the side of the group, obviously not wanting to engage the doctor, or anyone else, in conversation.

When Anthony refused to talk, the doctor stepped in. "Well, regardless, Harry had a seizure. Do you have any idea what was he doing just prior to your finding him?"

The three looked at each other, then Jim and Anthony looked to Tracy. She turned away from the doctor as she felt her face flush.

Jim was first to speak. "He was swimming in our pool. We let him swim in our pool for exercise."

Doctor Oberlund looked at the three of them, then stated, "That's generally a very healthy activity for a man Harry's age. It looks like he may have over done it, or there could be something else going on, we'll just have to see."

Tracy thanked the doctor and the three decided to go home since Harry had stabilized.

On the drive back to Anthony's, Tracy had some questions for Anthony. "Doctor Oberlund didn't recognize you, Anthony. It was pretty obvious. He also didn't seem to recall Harry's condition." Jim was driving and Tracy was turned around so that she could talk to Anthony in his seat in the back of the car.

"Tracy, I have to be honest with you. I don't have a condition." Anthony needed to confess, but was careful not to rat on Harry. "When Harry told me about you, I just went along for the ride, you know, to get the same kind of massages that he gets." Anthony looked to the rearview mirror to see if Jim could hear what he was saying.

"So, you don't have any medical condition?" Tracy was still in shock that Harry had a seizure while he was still penetrating her, and that his very life may be in jeopardy as a result of his overexerting himself. Her feelings of shock, sorrow, and worry were now turning to anger.

"You don't have a medical condition? Seriously?!" Tracy's anger was showing. Jim tensed-up from behind the wheel. He hated to see his wife angry. "So, you lied to me?" Tracy asked rhetorically.

Tracy gave Jim directions to Anthony's apartment as they were talking.

"Here it is, Jim." She announced as her husband pulled into the parking lot of Anthony's unit.

"Anthony, I will call you when I need to talk to you, but don't call me." Anthony started to apologize, but Tracy was having none of it. She felt betrayed. The couple dropped Anthony off without walking him to the door and left for home.

Jim was first to break the silence on the way back. He was feeling a mix of emotions: confusion, worry, excitement.

"Tracy, I just have to say, back at the house with you and..." Tracy interrupted her husband, "My God, Jim! I'm not going to talk about that now! I'm too upset. Let's just go home and have a quiet evening. Do we have any wine?"

Under normal circumstances, Tracy would have entertained the idea of discussing her day of monumental orgasms with Jim along with his first actual experience of watching her with Harry, but there was just no way she could think about all the activity that led to Harry's stroke, and how worked up sexually he was when he had it. The whole thing was just too disturbing.

Jim and Tracy were able to have a quiet dinner with plenty of wine as they watched a nature documentary. They went to bed early without any more discussion of the events from earlier that day.

Tracy visited the hospital the next morning to find Harry's younger sister there by his side. He had been moved to the geriatric ward.

"There she is!" She heard Harry's voice boom out of the room as she approached. She was carrying some flowers in a blue vase that she had bought from the gift shop in the hospital lobby.

Tracy refrained from giving Harry a kiss, instead giving him a firm squeeze of his hand. Harry looked weak and tired, which added to Tracy's sense of shame.

"Tracy, this is my sister, Martha." Harry pointed to the white-haired, dark-skinned black woman who was sitting in the chair near the hospital bed.

Martha had kind eyes and a beautiful smile. She got up to shake Tracy's hand.

"A pleasure to meet you, Martha."

"The pleasure's mine, young lady. Harold has done nothing but talk about how helpful you have been to him. Thank you so much for caring for my brother." Martha shook Tracy's hand softly, then sat back down.

"Martha is making arrangements for me to get a permanent room in a supervised home. I told her, I don't need it, but it looks like I don't have much choice in the matter." He smiled a nervous smile and looked over to his sister.

"No, you don't, Harold. Now, we already went over this and we're not going over it again." Tracy thought the old woman looked older than Harry, not younger. "Tracy, dear, thank you for taking care of my brother, but I think it will be best if we get him into a home where he can have twenty-four-hour help if he needs it."

Tracy understood completely. She had thought about the role she played in his stroke, and was determined to make this right. This determination was behind the conservative clothing she wore: button-down blouse, jeans, and penny loafers, her hair was pulled-back in a ponytail.

"Harry, your sister is right. I can visit you in the home." Tracy reached out for Harry's hand again and held it. "We need you to get better, and to be in a place where medical professionals are nearby."

Harry eventually agreed, only after Tracy promised to visit him at least weekly. Harry's daughter was due in town to help with organizing the move, estate sale, and getting him situated. Tracy decided that his family would be better suited to help him transition into the senior assisted housing development than she was.

The next several days passed with Tracy refusing to talk to Jim about the events that led to Harry's stroke. That's not to say that she didn't think about it; there was just a lot to process. She had had the most intense orgasm in memory riding Harry as she looked straight into her husband's eyes. There was no denying that, but she needed things to calm down before she could talk about that again. She spent her time cleaning and organizing, making Harry's room back into the guest room again. Harry told her to throw away his things, so she had gathered them up and made them ready to be donated. As she finished what needed to be done around the house, Tracy began to get restless and wanted to do something to ease her conscience.

She decided she would return to the senior center where she was first assigned to visit Harry.

Tracy drove to the senior center feeling more than just a little apprehensive. She was having a difficult time with Harry's stroke. Regardless of what his doctors said, she felt responsible. Now, walking through the doors to the large facility, she began to feel a little better. She was doing something productive. She was going to help someone.

"Mrs. Collins?" Tracy stood at the desk of the volunteer coordinator dressed in a black, above-the-knee skirt with a white, short-sleeved button-down blouse. Tracy noted her professional appearance.

"Oh, hello! Tracy, right?" Mrs. Collins smiled.

"Yes. You have a good memory!" Tracy reached out and shook her hand.

"Thank you for keeping me updated on Harry. I'm happy to see he's moving into The Arbors. It's a wonderful facility. Will you be keeping contact with him?" Mrs. Collins stood as she spoke with Tracy.

"I plan to, yes. Actually, now that he is in a place where he can attend daily programs and make friends, he won't need me to visit quite as often. That's why I'm here." Tracy looked around the lobby of the center.

"That's great news, Tracy! We could use all the help we can get. Are you still interested in being a visitation volunteer, or would you like to try something else?" Mrs. Collins sat down and opened a binder.

"Yes, I can still continue to visit, but, just out of curiosity, what else do you need help with?"

"Well, we need someone to help as activities assistant." Mrs. Collins looked up at Tracy and continued. "You would sit with the guests during movies, help them with bingo, or with crafts, that sort of thing. Sometimes our guests need a little help and encouragement. We also like to have our volunteers mingle with them during activities. It helps keep the activity a little more lively."

"That sounds like something I could do." Tracy liked the idea of working with more people, rather than just one or two.

"Of course, you would still have time for visiting, if you'd like to continue that service."

Tracy thought about what she was about to commit to. Would she have time for the extra volunteer work?

"Yes. I think I would like to do both. Maybe do a home visit once or twice per week, and volunteer here a couple of times per week too." Tracy felt much better. She thought doing something for other seniors will help to take her mind off of Harry.

"Great! Our first activity is the Meet and Greet Coffee House tomorrow. All you need to do is circulate and ask questions, make sure none of the guests are alone and feeling awkward."

Tracy liked the idea. It sounded like a nice way to help and get to know some of the seniors in the area.

"I think I can handle that!" Tracy smiled feeling better about herself for the first time since Harry's stroke.

"Great! We'll see you tomorrow at 9:30." The two women shook hands and Tracy left the center thinking about her new responsibilities.

Wanting more than anything to make things right with Harry, Tracy decided it was time she stopped by to see if he needed anything. She keyed-in The Arbors in her GPS and found the facility to be only a couple of miles away.

'I'm going to check on him, 'she resolved, 'I need to at least apologize.'

"The Arbors is an assisted living community providing a variety of care for seniors."

Tracy read the sign over the receptionist's desk as she entered the main building. It looked like a nice single-floor office building. The structure was sprawled out in what appeared to be a large circle from where she stood. Driving in, she also noticed two streets on either side of The Arbors that were lined with single-story townhomes that had signs that read "The Arbors II" and "The Arbor Gardens." After checking with the receptionist, she discovered that Harry was in The Arbors II development.

The receptionist looked to be in her sixties, gray curly hair, and wrinkled, tan skin.

"Excuse me, what's the difference between the three sections of The Arbors?" She was expecting more of a hospital setting.

"This building, The Arbors, is for full-time, round-the-clock senior care. Many patients here have a difficult time getting around. They use walkers and wheelchairs, and many need to be monitored for medications. The Arbors II, are small apartments where our residents receive check-ins once per day and a variable level of care depending upon the needs of the patient. The Arbor Gardens is a senior community and a more independent facility where there are nurses available for emergencies, and for periodic assistance."

Tracy was fascinated and also relieved that Harry wasn't in the more restrictive, Arbors building.

"Thank you for the information. Do I need to check in? I'm here to see Harold Goodson. "

"Let me see," the aged woman checked her computer, "no, Mr. Goodson is in The Arbors II, no need to check in. He lives in his own apartment, number 12."

Tracy left the building and walked down the street lined with similar-looking houses, all landscaped with flowers and hedges. She was driving slowly, looking for Harry's apartment.

Having found his unit, she hesitated before ringing the bell. 'Maybe I should just leave him alone until he contacts me.' Tracy paused before deciding to ring the bell anyway. She needed to know that he was okay.

It took Harry several minutes to come to the door, but when he did, Tracy was immediately relieved. His full smile revealed how happy he was to see her.

"Tracy! Good to see you, darlin!' "

She leaned forward to give the old man a hug. The two embraced for several seconds, Tracy inhaling his familiar scent, Harry relishing the soft, cushioned feel of her breasts against his chest once again.

"Come on in!" Harry showed Tracy his new place while holding her hand. Tracy felt his soft, bony, fingers clutch onto her, reminding her of their age difference.

She was delighted to see a relatively spacious one-bedroom apartment suite. There was a small living room, a kitchenette with rather small appliances; a light blue, tiled bathroom that looked like a hospital bathroom, only with a bathtub and shower; and a bedroom. He had a small, enclosed courtyard with a tall, wood fence and a lawn chair sitting on a concrete pad facing a colorful flower bed.

"This is nice, Harry!" Tracy turned to face her friend and embraced him once more.

"Thank you! I like it. It doesn't have any of my personal belongings, other than my clothes and a few things to cook with, but I still have some time before my house is on the market. My sister and niece are handling that."

"If you give me a list of things you would like from your old house I can get them for you." Tracy patted him on the shoulder reassuringly.

Tracy continued to look around, "Harry, I love your new home. I feel so relieved!" Harry smiled, letting Tracy finish. "I came over to apologize. My job was to help you, not give you a stroke!"

Tracy's eyes welled-up with tears.

"Now, darlin', I want you to know that if I had it to do all over again, I would do it exactly the same way. You have helped me a great deal these past two months and I hope this little incident didn't scare you off."

Tracy felt better. She was glad she came over to visit.

"What did the doctor say?" Tracy and Harry sat on the sofa together. Tracy angled her body to face him.

"It was a seizure that they thought was the result of a stroke, but now the doctor seems to think it could have been an age-onset epileptic seizure, whatever it was, it was minor. I feel just like I did a month ago, so I am blessed that it wasn't anything more serious."

Tracy was overjoyed to discover Harry still had his health.

"Well, we should probably stop your treatment. I wouldn't want what happened to you to happen again." Tracy looked carefully at Harry for his reaction.

"Nonsense. In fact, it has been almost a week since you last helped me, and I was hoping to hear from you. I misplaced my cell phone and I couldn't call you, otherwise I would have."

Harry was telling the truth. He thought his phone was at his old house, with his car, the latter at his sister's insistence. She didn't want him driving, neither did his doctor.

Tracy caught Harry staring at her bosom several times during the course of their conversation, a sign she took that he was back to his normal self.

"Speaking of treatment. How's about you helping me out right now?"

Tracy's eyes grew wide. "Harry!" She smiled as she felt her pussy gush with enthusiasm for the idea.

"I don't know, Harry. Don't you think it's too soon?"

Harry noticed Tracy perk up too. Her nipples became faintly visible under her conservative dress. 'They must be very stiff,' he thought .

"Too soon? I'm all out of sorts, Tracy. It's been too long!" Harry could feel his cock fill the void in his trousers. He wanted Tracy in the worst way. Now that she was here in his new place, he was reminded just how much he wanted her.

Without any more deliberation, Tracy stood up in front of the old, black man. She had instantly put aside her more professional approach regarding Harry and reverted back to her sexy, submissive ways. She was horny and wanting to relieve the stress and anguish she had experienced this past week.

She put her hands on his knees and leaned in close. "Does daddy want to play?" Tracy's voice immediately shifted from concerned friend to Harry's obedient lover.

"Oh, yes. You know he does, darlin.'" Harry sat back on the couch, his cock becoming harder by the second.

Tracy spread her legs slightly apart as she stood in front of Harry.

"Let me see those tits, girl," he encouraged.

Tracy slowly unbuttoned her blouse. "You want to see these?" She taunted Harry as she rocked her body slowly from side-to-side, working her buttons open down the shirt.

Her shirt now opened, she removed it and cast it aside.

Harry sat blissfully silent as Tracy's huge, full breasts strained against her white, lace bra.

Her skirt was next. Tracy shimmied out of the non-descript garment and was now standing in her heels and underwear. A quick reach around the back, and her tits were hanging freely in front of her captivated audience.

"Oh, that's nice, Tracy. Shake them a little."

Tracy smiled and brought her arms up against her body so that they pressed her huge tits together.

"Oh, Harry," she beamed at him and obediently shook her bare breasts, causing them to sway back and forth. Her hard nipples stuck out. Her pussy was leaking.

"Come down here and help me out of these." Harry was unbuttoning his pants.

Tracy knelt before him and took over, unbuttoning and slowly pulling his trousers down, then over his socks, and off his body completely. His underwear came next.

Tracy's hands gripped the black rod in front of her and began to wiggle and shake the nearly erect monster penis, wielding it like a small bat.

"I missed you, daddy." Tracy placed the head of his rising cock into her wet mouth and sucked loudly, cooing sounds of gratification.

"Oh yes, that's it, pretty girl." Harry pet her blonde hair that was gathered in the back with a clip. He watched intently as the blonde pressed her lips down his dark shaft, a sight he sorely missed.

Tracy shared his sentiment. She removed her mouth and puckered her lips against his shaft and head, getting his cock slippery and wet. She put it back into her mouth.

"Mmm...I missed this." Tracy looked at the thick black shaft, briefly interrupting her sucking.

Tracy was salivating more than usual. So much, in fact, that she decided it would be best to service Harry's black cock with her breasts.

She scooted up, moving her knees closer to Harry's couch. The movement made her notice that she'd completely soaked her panties and her supple thighs were now slippery on the inside. Her pussy was leaking.

As she smiled at Harry and leaned forward to enclose his dick between her tits, she found her mouth leaking too. She gave him a pouty smile and opened her lips, letting the drool run onto Harry's black dick, nestled between her breasts.

"Shoot, darlin', you remembered how much I loved those tits, huh?" Harry said.

Tracy moaned loudly and tilted her smiling mouth down, plunging her breasts down Harry's shaft as her mouth engulfed his head. She played with her nipples, driving her tits up and down.

Harry sighed and sank into his seat to enjoy one of Tracy's expert tit-jobs. He wasn't sure how long he'd have to wait to get another one, but he also considered the fact that his daughter would be over soon to make him dinner.

Despite being strapped for time, he really wanted to enjoy this. Tracy was pumping him like a machine, but when she brought her hands down to cradle his balls as she bounced her tits on his shaft, it didn't matter how much he wanted to prolong the experience. His balls tightened in her grip.

Harry at least wanted to make sure he came in her mouth.

His hands rested on Tracy's shoulders as she bobbed her tits around his dick. He brought one to the back of her head and guided her mouth back onto his cock.

As her face sank, she kept eye contact. "Ohh, put it in my mouth, daddy."

Her lips closed over his head and he trembled. Without any warning, Harry sprayed her wet mouth with a thick cum blast.

"Mmmmmmm," Tracy took it gladly.

He pushed her head down deeper, and sighed, then issued a wobbly moan.

"Unnnngghhh."

Cum streamed into Tracy's mouth as it filled with more of Harry's dick. She swallowed and found her mouth filling again. She drew a long breath through her nose, gulping down Harry's hot load.

"NNnnnggggh!" She blinked at him unsteadily, her lips trembling. She felt her heart skip a beat as he lay there, pumping cum into her with his head back. She suddenly wondered if he was ok.

Harry's body shook and he lifted his head suddenly, issuing a final, powerful stream.

The spurt caught Tracy off guard as it ricocheted powerfully off the back of her mouth. She coughed and sputtered cum back into Harry's lap as they both laughed.

Tracy swallowed around his cock, jerking it and moaning.

"Mmmmm..."

She brought her mouth up and off of him.

"Oh, Harry!"

They quickly got cleaned up and said their goodbyes before his daughter came over. By the time Tracy climbed back into her car, she was happy to have seen Harry and to have been able to help him again, but she was also deeply frustrated. She loved giving Harry pleasure, but had made herself terribly horny in the process. Once again, with no release for herself, she left Harry's apartment for home.

Jim was home early from the office when Tracy returned from Harry's new apartment.

"Have you heard anything about Harry?"

"Actually, I just visited him." Tracy was in the foyer, flipping through the mail. She crossed into the kitchen and sat at the table.

"Well...?"

"He's fine. No side effects from the other day. The doctor said that it was mild, whatever it was that happened to him."

"Thank God. I was really worried." Jim became suddenly silent. Tracy looked up at him to see him standing right beside her.

"Hey, you know, about the other day with Anthony and Harry. I just want you to know how much I liked watching you...I mean I really liked it, Tracy." Tracy could see Jim's face was beet red. She could tell it took a lot of courage for him to talk about it.

"It was...interesting. I liked it too, actually." Tracy smiled at her husband, feeling closer to him than she had in a long time.

"Would you consider letting it happen again?" Jim asked nervously.

"I will consider it, but I have to admit, I don't understand it."

"Neither do I, not completely anyway." Jim confessed.

There was a pause, then Jim continued. "When do you think-"

"Jim, I'll let you know," she cut in. "If it happens while you are home, then I guess I wouldn't mind if you watched from a distance, but since we're on the subject, I don't want you to use my picture on any website, nor do I approve of you advertising for any sort of meeting."

"Okay. I can respect that." Jim conceded.

"When you're home and Harry is here, then it's okay, but don't get weird on me Jim." Tracy looked up to him with wide eyes as if issuing a warning.

Tracy's comment gave Jim a good deal to look forward to. He began fantasizing almost immediately about what the next experience would entail.

"I volunteered again at the senior center." Tracy offered out of the blue.

"That's great! The same one, or a different one."

"Same one. I don't think Harry needs my help as often, and Anthony lied about needing help at all, so I thought I would go back and see what the center needed help with."

"What did they say?"

"I'm going to help out with the activities there and visit one or two seniors at their homes. It shouldn't be too much trouble." Tracy was now sorting through the junk mail.

"That's a great idea!" Jim could imagine his buxom wife servicing more and different men, further fueling his fantasies.

"I'm glad you approve. I thought you might like to know."

The next morning, Tracy woke and dressed in a dark-blue, pull-over blouse with a black, push-up bra, a white skirt, and blue, wedge-style shoes. She was fighting the temptation to dress in a far more reserved fashion, but her preference for sexier clothes had won out. She looked at herself in the mirror. 'These aren't too sexy. I look fine,' she thought.

Tracy had to take a few deep breaths before entering the senior center once she arrived. She was more nervous than she thought she would be.

As she walked through the automatic sliding doors, she heard an old, scratchy voice say, "My, my, don't you look delicious." Tracy wheeled about to find a tall, older white man whose first facial characteristic she noticed was a thin line of drool that spilled out the corner of his mouth.

Tracy, who had already primed herself to be helpful, smiled and offered her hand.

"Hi, I'm Tracy. I'm a volunteer."

"My name is Vance, young lady, and it is an absolute delight to meet you. I think I'd like to see more of you. I will make sure that happens." Vance held onto her hand longer than was necessary and lifted it to his mouth, kissing the top of it and inhaling deeply in the process. Tracy was left with a strange impression of the old man. An unusual relaxed feeling came over her. She felt entranced by his tone of voice and the matter-of-fact way he told her what was going to happen, as if she had no choice in the matter.

"Oh!" was all she could say after the strange greeting.

"Nice to meet you, Vance." Tracy turned and walked with hesitation toward the volunteer desk and reported for duty.

The first thing she noticed was the mixed group of seniors in attendance in the large activity room off to the side of the administration desk. She estimated there were more women than men, and more minorities than whites.

She looked back over her shoulder to see Vance staring at her, he nodded his head and smiled.

Tracy wandered around talking and fetching coffee for several older guests who appeared too uninterested to get up. She had several come up and welcome her after Mrs. Collins introduced her as the new visiting and activity volunteer. Tracy found that the ninety minutes passed quickly and before she knew it, the aged guests were being escorted out and back to their cars and community service vans leaving for their homes.

Mrs. Collins walked up to Tracy, now standing alone near the table where the vats of decaf coffee were sitting.

"Great job, Tracy! I was watching you interact with our guests. You have quite a knack for this!"

"Thank you, Mrs. Collins." Tracy beamed.

"Please call me Dorothy." She insisted.

"I've been meaning to ask you when you'd like to start your visitation work. We have a long list, and a few who were here today requested you specifically."

"Oh, well, that's nice! I guess I could start tomorrow." Tracy's attention drifted to the prospect of visiting another older gentleman, then reminded herself that there were more women than men at the coffee house meeting.

"Great! Here's a short list." Dorothy handed Tracy a printed list of five names; two women, and three men.

"Try to visit a couple on the list. You certainly don't have to get to them all tomorrow." Dorothy informed her.

"I'll start at the top and work my way down, how's that?" Tracy suggested.

"Perfect. Thanks, Tracy! Let me know how it goes." Tracy and Dorothy shook hands and Tracy left for home.

Tracy was up early laying out her clothes as Jim prepared for his day at work. The two talked about each of their agendas for their day before Jim left for work.

Tracy was having a difficult time finding just the right outfit for her first visits. She finally settled on a white sleeveless pull-over with a navy-blue skirt. The skirt could be a problem. It was a tad short for what she considered to be appropriate. She realized that most senior citizens that request a visiting volunteer were not like Harry. In fact, Harry would probably be very appropriate with most female volunteers, other than Tracy. She dressed and entered the first address into the GPS of her smart phone.

Stanley V. McMillan, 223 Rosedale Lane.

"Okay, Mister McMillan, here I come!" Tracy said as she pulled out of the driveway.

Unlike Harry's townhouse, Mr. McMillan lived in a large home in the more affluent part of town. His home, an English Tudor, was well-maintained and gave Tracy the impression that he had money. She parked along the curb in front of the home, rather than in the driveway, and rang the bell to the side of the large, wrought-iron and glass door.

Tracy waited about a minute before ringing again.

A tall, thin man unlocked the deadbolt above the door handle and slowly swung the creaky door to the side.

"Well, well. Tracy. My dear, you look as delicious as ever."

Tracy's body tingled and she immediately broke into a cold sweat. It was Vance, the overly-confident man from yesterday's coffee house meeting.

Tracy looked down at her list that she had in her hand, "Stanley V. McMillan, 223 Rosedale Lane?" She wanted to confirm she had the correct name and address.

"That's right, Tracy. 'V' is for Vance. It's what my friends call me." Vance stood aside, motioning Tracy to come in.

Tracy was hesitant to go in at all. Despite the ornate wallcoverings, expensive furniture, and comfortable feel to the house, he still gave off a controlling, dominant vibe.

"Well Mr. McMillan..."

"Please, call me Vance, okay, Tracy?"

"Okay, Vance. You have a beautiful home!" Tracy was trying her best to appear at ease.

Vance was wearing a pair of golf shorts and a short-sleeved golf shirt. He had age spots dotting his frail-looking arms, and his hair, what little was left of it, was neatly combed to the side.

"Thank you! Why don't you come in and sit down on the couch in the other room so we can get to know each other a little better?" Vance led Tracy into a large, high-ceiling living area with textured, gold-brown walls and a mix of paintings depicting English country life and portraits of people who Tracy thought must be his relatives. Tracy looked around in awe. She and Jim had a wonderful, affluent life, but Vance's home was in another category entirely. 'He must have serious money', she thought.

Tracy sat on the luxurious leather and corduroy couch. Waiting for Vance to start the conversation.

To her surprise, Vance sat about a foot away from her on the same couch. Tracy scoot herself aside away from the man.

"Tracy, let me get a good look at you. Why don't you get up and turn around for me?"

Before she could think about how subservient the command was, Tracy found herself standing up. She felt silly and looked at Vance awkwardly. He smiled right back expectantly. Tracy thought she'd look dumb just standing there, so she spun for him. 'What the heck?' She was puzzled why she so readily obeyed the old man's orders.

"Very nice. No stockings. I like that. Skirts on the short side, isn't it? Like that too." Vance sat back with his arms extended across the back of the couch, ogling Tracy's hot body. "You're a large girl up top, aren't you? Just how I like 'em."

Tracy stood frozen, facing Vance as he continued.

"Love the blonde hair. You're quite the looker!"

For some reason, Tracy was pleased that he found her to be desirable.

"So you like helping the old folk, eh, Tracy?"

"Actually, I do, sir."

"'Sir', I like that. It shows respect, but please, I insist you call me Vance.

"I find it gratifying to help older people."

"Well, maybe you can help me. You see, Tracy, I find it difficult to get around as I'm typically in a lot of pain. My arthritis always kicks up after a short round of nine holes...golf, you know. Why don't you keep me company while I soak for a bit in the hot tub?"

"Um, okay, Vance."

Vance rose and walked slowly out to the hot tub without confirming whether or not Tracy would follow.

Tracy stalled, not sure how to react to the situation she was in, or whether Vance was someone she should help. She rationalized her reasons for staying: 'He really hasn't done anything inappropriate, he seems like a demanding old man, but he hasn't touched me. Dorothy would want me to stay. Besides, his getting into the hot tub is perfectly understandable given his arthritis.' She decided to continue her visit.

Tracy followed Vance to the hot tub that was under a thatched, free-standing pergola surrounded by an outdoor couch and two chairs all covered in grey fabric at the near end of his pool in the back.

Tracy sat in one of the chairs and moved it toward the large, bubbling hot tub.

Vance's tall, lanky body bent over and tested the water with his hand.

"Perfect." He proceeded to take off his shirt to reveal his sagging pectoral muscles. He had white chest hair and, to her surprise, still had the remnants of a six-pack abdomen. Tracy was sitting facing the tub with her legs crossed wondering what to say and do. Apparently, he just wanted company while he sat in the tub.

Vance continued to undress, laying his sandals near the couch which was five feet from where Tracy sat.

Vince then slowly, and without hesitation, unbuttoned his shorts and dropped them leaving his boxers on his body.

Tracy was thankful he had underwear on as she watched him enter the hot tub.

"Ahhh. Tracy, this is heavenly. Ever since I divorced my last wife, I've been doing this alone. It sure is nice to have company."

Tracy smiled. "It's my pleasure, Vance."

Vance splashed water on his shoulders and arms, while talking to Tracy. "I've never had a visiting volunteer before. When I saw you at the center, I thought, 'what the hell.' You seemed like a nice lady."

"Thank you, Vance." Tracy was being polite, but still felt apprehensive about the visit.

"Take your shoes off, Tracy. I want you to relax." Vance had an assertive tone about his voice, like he was used to getting what he wanted. He had the voice of an important man, a voice that Tracy found mesmerizing, even irresistible.

Tracy had her shoes off almost as fast as she heard the suggestion.

"Sit down on the edge and put your feet in the water. It will do you good." Vance waved his arm over to her.

Tracy got up from her seat and walked to Vance's side, sitting right next to him on the edge of the hot tub. She lowered her feet into the warm water.

"The water feels good, Vance." Was all she could think of saying. Tracy wasn't sure why she chose to sit a couple of feet away from the old man, but she did. The fact is, she could have sat on the opposite side.

Tracy swished her feet around next to Vance and enjoyed the beautiful landscape of his backyard. She thought the house must be on at least two or three acres of land. The area behind his home was enormous for this part of town.

She closed her eyes as she felt hands on her submerged feet, the touch was firm, but relaxing. Tracy looked down and realized that Vance had her left foot in his hands and was kneading and rubbing her arches.

"That feels good, Vance." Tracy couldn't believe the words of encouragement that had just come out of her mouth. It was as if she was listening to someone else talking.

"You have pretty feet. I'll bet they don't get much attention." Vance was sitting sideways now, facing Tracy's left, his hands had moved to her other foot.

Before long, Tracy was cooing and rolling her head back as Vance's hands massaged her calves, making their way to her thighs.

"Tracy, remove your shirt and skirt and get in this hot tub with me. I insist. I'll look away while you get in."

Vance turned the opposite direction, which should have been Tracy's cue to leave the house while he was in the hot tub.

But she didn't leave. Tracy stood up, pulled off her shirt, slid out of her skirt, then, although it wasn't Vance's intention, she reached around, released her bra letting her tits spring out. She walked over, to the outdoor couch, naked, and laid her panties on top of her skirt on the arm.

Tracy walked back and lowered herself into the warm, rolling water of Vance's hot tub.

Once Vance heard Tracy enter the water, he turned and saw her submerged to the uppermost part of her chest. He immediately noticed the lack of bra straps on her shoulders, and by the lack of color showing underwater, he could see she had removed every stitch of clothing. Vance leaned forward and took his boxers off tossing them with a wet "plop" to the side of the hot tub.

'I knew it. A submissive.' Vance smiled a devious smile and rested his arms to his sides along the edge of the tub, much like he did inside while on the couch.

Tracy felt the water envelop her luscious body. She felt sexy and aroused. She waited for Vance to give her instructions, not thinking about anything except how good her body felt in the warm tub.

Vance took his right hand and moved it around Tracy's body. She had sat so close that their legs were touching. With his left hand in front of him, he reached over and firmly grasped her left hand and set it in his lap.

They made eye contact as she felt the rigidity below the surface of the water. She was turned to him slightly, her breasts now barely obscured with her nipples being submerged in only a few inches of the water. Vance was smiling his thin smile as he sat back with both arms on the back of the hot tub, one being around Tracy.

She felt an excitement that was similar to what she experienced with Harry in the beginning. A feeling that her surroundings were somehow controlling her, that she was looking upon herself as if out of her own body.

Without any further instruction, Tracy fumbled for the prize. She grasped the old man from under the surging water.

Tracy gave a soft moan. More of a gentle, brief hum when her hand bumped into Vance's hard, thick, penis. It first made contact with the underside of her forearm, but in an instant, she had gripped the middle of the shaft. 'It's thicker than Harry's!' She was mentally comparing the two since she couldn't actually see the thing. It was thick, she could feel that much. She slowly slid her left hand up the shaft until she came to the head. She thumbed it repeatedly. At first touch, it didn't seem to be as long as Harry, but it was certainly longer than Anthony's. She slid her hand down to the base. 'It's so thick...' She concluded.

Tracy played with the old man's cock underwater for a few minutes, but being right-handed, she turned toward Vance to get her right hand around the log of a penis he was sporting. Her pussy was responding to the scene as it unfolded.

"That's it, use both hands." Vance pushed his crotch up as a reaction to her attention.

She immediately took to the feel of the thick cock. Feeling its girth and smooth skin, she worked her hands all over it. She moved her body to face him and brought both hands around his wide member. As she squeezed, clenched, and caressed it, her huge breasts emerged periodically from the water, to Vance's delight.

Tracy didn't seem to notice her exposure. She only wanted to see how big and fat she could make his cock. The desire to please this domineering man took hold of her.

As Tracy pumped, she straddled the old man's boney knee so she could rub her pussy up and down as she serviced his impressive member. Her repositioning exposed her upper body completely which Vance took full advantage of.

She had officially crossed the line.

"Look at those beauties. My dear, you were blessed by God himself." He lifted the bottom of each breast and squeezed them independently, then pressed them both together. Tracy looked into the stranger's piercing blue eyes as she continued using her hands to jack his thick cock.

Vance pulled her nipples away from her breasts just enough to make them ache for more. Tracy moaned as she stroked.

The popping and gurgling sounds from the hot tub were all that could be heard as Tracy masturbated the old man to his hardest state.

To Tracy's delight, Vance stood up and took a seat on the edge of the hot tub right in front of her. His giant cock was indeed the fattest, meatiest cock she had ever seen. Her initial assessment of him from under the water was correct. He wasn't as long as Harry, but there was something about its mass that appealed to Tracy. She examined it as she kneeled in the warm water, admiring the blue veins, and pale white color. It was so thick, and in that wet, dripping state, it reminded Tracy of a submarine. The head tapered slightly, making the shaft appear even larger at the center.

"Put the head in your mouth, Tracy. I like it wet and sloppy."

Vance gave commands as if it were already decided what Tracy would be doing to his body. He spoke with an authority that she had never experienced before. He had awakened a strong submissive tendency in her. Her desire to please Vance was so strong she couldn't wait to get her lips around him.

She felt almost as though her lips were being drawn to his cock, like the man was using some sort of mental tractor beam. Her momentum pulled her toward him and she gasped just before she plugged his head into her mouth.

To Vance, it looked like she attacked his cock like she was hungry for it. He issued a smiling sigh, "AaaGGH-"

Tracy had no problem with the "wet and sloppy" part of her blow job. Her mouth was salivating in anticipation of what it would feel like. Her clear saliva covered the top of Vance's cock as Tracy traced circles around his glans, spreading her spit all around his tip.

"Ummm." Her moaning was constant as she opened her mouth wide and extended her jaw to accept more of his cock, moving her head down upon it. He was indeed thick. The width prevented her from going any further than just short of a third of the way down.

The limitations caused by his thickness made her want the cock even more. Her moaning became louder, her saliva leaked out of the sides of her mouth and formed foamy streaks as she worked it up and down. She used her tongue to expel the excess spit in accordance with his demands.

"You know how to make it sloppy, don't you? Keep that up and take more, Tracy."

"Unnnngggg!" Tracy had an immediate and sexual reaction to his commands. Her slurping became louder, she backed off his cock and let her saliva gush out of her mouth back onto it, then shoved the fat muscle back into her mouth, gagging and coughing until she felt it in her throat.

"GGGGGG!!" she lurched, bringing her hands to grip him at the base and holding his stout cock for stability.

"Just like that. Take more."

Vance was pushing her head down trying to get more into her willing mouth. She coughed and tried to pull up for air, but was forced down deeper. Tears were flowing and she felt a strange high from sucking the massive cock.

Slick, wet sounds were loud enough to be heard over the bubbling, warm water of the hot tub. Tracy impaled her mouth and throat upon the old man's penis over and again, bobbing frantically. She broke to catch her breath, using the opportunity to move her lips up and down the wide shaft, spreading her spit. Her humming and moaning were now constant. Vance added encouraging language, watching Tracy work. She jacked, sucked, and throated the man, making countless laps up and down his fat, meaty dick.

After nearly fifteen minutes of sucking his cock, she felt Vance push deep into her throat. His wide tool stretched her lips to their limit and she felt it spasm and twitch while deep inside.

Tracy blinked rapidly, took a deep breath through her nose and prepared for Vance to start cumming down her throat. She wanted to make him cum soon as she had a difficult time breathing regularly.

As Tracy began to see spots, she sputtered and spat on the man's relentless cock, expelling frothy spit down his shaft.

"CCCCKKKK!!"

It throbbed and leapt between her lips. She wondered why she wasn't tasting his cum.

"Nicely done," Vance said calmly.

He slowly pulled Tracy's head back and she lifted it with him, leaving bubbles of spit trailing up his shaft. He removed his cock from her mouth.

"PPPPPUuuuuhh," Tracy let it leave her gaping mouth and panted for breath, holding his thick tube at the base.

"I'm done with the tub. Help me out of here, Tracy. Let's sit on the couch." Vance pushed his body off the edge of the hot tub and let Tracy help him to his feet. Tracy was puzzled as to how she could have misperceived his immanent orgasm. Wiping her runny nose with her arm, and huffing to catch her breath, she realized she had been sucking on the old man's cock for quite some time and was relieved to finally give her jaw a rest.

Tracy couldn't get the old man away from the tub fast enough. She was so worked up it felt as though her hips were thrusting forwards and backwards in anticipation of being fucked by the white snake that she had coaxed to full hardness. She was very excited that Vance had managed to hold back, wanting to get fucked badly, however, she was worried she'd start cumming immediately if she was penetrated by this old man's fat dick.

The overly anxious Tracy wouldn't have to wait long.

They reached the couch and Vance grabbed Tracy by her hips. He surprised her by pushing her down onto the seat cushion. She landed with her knees apart, turning back to him as she grabbed the back of the couch. She knew she was wet, but was worried about taking his thickness into her. The thought of what was about to happen gave her goosebumps.

Vance could see he'd face no resistance from Tracy from this point forward. He recognized the expression she was wearing. They exchanged a knowing look as Vance stepped up behind her with her head turned to the side watching his movement. Tracy arched her back and felt her labia separate in anticipation.

Vance saw her glistening wetness and aligned his cock head with her needy pussy. He dragged his cock across her lips several times, spreading her arousal in sticky strands. Then Vance looked up at her as she looked back. His gaze gave Tracy shivers.

"Relax, Tracy."

He placed his head against her warmest, wettest spot and pushed.

Tracy blinked and tightened her grip on the back of the couch. She felt herself open up and expand.

"Don't hold your breath. Nice and easy," Vance reminded her.

Tracy took a deliberate deep breath, then exhaled. Vance felt her pussy tense around his tip. He speared it inside.

"FUUUuuhhhh..." Tracy exhaled, throwing her head forward, her hair flipping over her face.

She could feel her walls expand as Vance entered her pussy.

"Fuck!" she chirped, her body shaking. Her orgasm hit her almost immediately and she laid her head over her hands, pushing back against Vance's driving thickness.

And he drove himself right to her hips. Tracy's throbbing, tight, volcanic-hot pussy made his cock involuntarily throb. He sunk it in as deep as he could as Tracy came all over him.

"Ohhh! Gaaaa!"

When her senses returned, she moaned, "soooo fuuuull..."

Vance's dick reached her limit and began drawing in and out of her tight pussy. He gripped her soft ass as he pulled back, watching the stretched walls of her pussy drag back against his wet, thick shaft.

"Ok, that was the training round, sweetheart. Hopefully you are used to my size by now."

Tracy moaned weakly in response. Vance began pistoning in and out of her wet pussy, slowly at first, but building quickly.

"Yes," she commented as his thrust grew in power. "Yes, yes, yes. I can take it."

Tracy could feel his cock fill her completely as his pace quickened. He bore down into her, showing surprising effort. She had to give him credit, Vance was likely in his early to mid-seventies and was in good shape for a man of his age.

Her tits shook with every thrust; faster, harder, Vance penetrated her completely. His pace quickened yet again, now slamming into her buttocks, his drooping balls slapping her clit on each thrust inward.

"Ggoddd!" Tracy had no control or say in the fucking she was now getting. She felt his grip tighten on her hips, pulling her and pushing onto the massive cock.

Faster still, Tracy was getting good and fucked. "Ffffuuuuuhhh!" Her eyes closed as she approached another orgasm. She rarely came when fucked from behind, but there was something about the feel of Vance's penis that seemed to push all of her buttons. She could feel it deep in her pussy and vibrate outward toward her clit.

"Ccccummminnngg!" To Tracy's surprise, Vance's pace increased again just as she was in the throes of her intense orgasm. "Ohhhhhh...Ahhhh!" Tracy screamed through an unusually long climax. Her curvy body bounced and slapped against Vance and his couch.

Once Tracy's body collapsed onto the couch, he sensed she had had enough. He eased his pace down to a deliberately slower, rhythm.

Tracy enjoyed his deep, direct strokes into her well-fucked pussy. She felt radiant, having been brought to orgasm twice by her new, older friend. She lifted herself up and flipped her hair over once shoulder, looking back at Vance.

He had an intense, strained look on his face. He stepped, back, extracting his wet cock from her tight sheath. It bobbed heavily, obviously strained to its hardest erection.

"Turn around and sit up straight, pretty girl," Vance commanded.

Tracy immediately spun on her knees and arched her back up tall. She brought her hands under her tits, offering them to him subserviently.

"Open."

Tracy opened her mouth wide knowing full well she was about to take his semen into her mouth.

"Wider, Tracy."

She stretched it as wide as she could, even saying, "Aaaaaaah."

Vance was gripping his cock tightly behind the head. He squared to Tracy and aimed it into her gaping mouth, holding it just outside her lips.

He silently jetted a thick blast across her tongue and onto the back of her throat. It made a brief, wet, squirting sound, like a stream filling a bottle.

"NNnnnggh," she moaned, bringing one hand under her chin to catch any dripping cum. Her other hand cradled his hanging nuts. She figured he didn't need her tits as targets.

Vance stroked his cock through a quiet orgasm, breathing deeply. He fired the first few shots, then placed his head just inside her full, red lips. Tracy closed them over the ridge behind his head and lapped at his spurting tip. She could feel the pulse of each thick but slow stream of semen empty into her mouth. She was ecstatic that she had caused an orgasm in such a commanding man and swallowed, her mouth nearly full of his hot seed.

"That's a good girl, Tracy, he encouraged. "Swallow." He pumped his shaft a couple more times then came one last squirt. "Swallow." Tracy swallowed.

With nothing left to take into her mouth, Tracy grabbed his cock roughly and squeezed the last bit of cum from his cock.

"Mmmm...Mmmm..." Then with a smack, she took his cock out and waited for him to initiate conversation. Tracy was totally submissive to the man now.

"Now. I want to see you once per week. Wednesdays would work best. Right around ten-thirty in the morning. You need to be prepared to service me."

Before Tracy could say anything, Vance was walking back toward the hot tub and was already sitting in the water relaxing, eyes closed, head back against the side, as Tracy dressed. She left without another word, letting herself out the front door as she came in.

On her way to her next stop, Tracy smiled. Vance did something for her, he scratched an itch that Harry had initially caused and she loved it.

She looked down at the list Dorothy provided her and said aloud in her car, "Next stop, Mr. Marvin Jackson..."