Introduction

The room is non-white and hazy. I'm hanging, my wrists tied to a string of some form above me. somebody is fucking me. My visual sense is coming into focussing. I see a black man grinning at me. My legs are wrapped around his waistline ; he's holding me up by my ass and is making me cum.

I don't remember anything from the last hour. I have no thought how I got here. All I know is my pussy is benumbed, dripping with juices.

The sexual climax washes over me and the black man leaves. Another takes his spot. He grabs my legs, pulls them around his waistline and has his spell. I don't understand what's going on, but I know I don't want it to end.

It doesn't. It goes on for hours. I don't recognize what time it is ; if it's morning or night. Black man after black man direct me as I hang here. Every one of them brings me to powerful orgasms. My body feels like jelly.

Then I see someone I recognize. I know his figure. The memories temporarily become clearer. I remember flashing, coloration visible radiation, brassy medicine, mass, crapulence and him - Fat Rob.

He stands in front of me, pulls me up like the others did and slip his fat cock in me. I cry out, moaning, looking to the cap. All I see is a ace bright light above me. His cock tone so good, so chummy and big.

"Your husband is going to have it away we stretched out that twat of yours, Miss Brandi,"Fat Rob tells me, pumping his articulatio coxae upward.

"What ?"I ask. I look to my go forth hand above me, I see my nuptials ring. I could've sworn Leanna, my daughter told me to take aim it off. More retentivity return.

She did tell me to remove it. She said I needed this night, she said I deserve it.

Another climax courses through me. Fat Rob doesn't plosive. He keeps going, keeps bouncing me. I love this feeling, feeling helpless, hanging there, my carpus tied. I can hear the chain rattling as I go up and down on Fat Rob's cock.

"I bet he can't please you like this,"Fat Rob says, still taking me.

I shake my pass. Did Leanna know this would hap ? Did she know I'd be here with this man ?

Thomas More remembering return. I see my daughter, tall, red tomentum smiling at me, leading me somewhere. To a construction. I see her smiling cheek after she whispers in my ear to relax and induce fun. We were at a club, that's what led me here - a stupe night club.

Images of her laughing, talking, dancing with men, pointing in my direction, waving me over. My hubby, Doug, I see his face following. Was Leanna trying to get me to betray on Doug tonight ?

Fat Rob slap my ass, grits his teeth, and cums inside me. It feels so good. His vast shipment of warm seed fill me up. He steps away smiling, laughing,"That's a practiced pussy, Miss Brandi. How old did you say you were ?"

I can't remember. I can't even remember my age."F-forty,"I struggle to talk."Something."

Fat Rob nods and unchains me. My arms don't damage, neither do my wrist joint. My body is mush in his sleeve. He carries me to a bed. I don't see Leanna anywhere.

Fat Rob kisses my left hand,"That's a nice diamond your hubby got you. How long you two been married ?"

I can't answer, I can barely babble out."Six years,"I'm able to get out, answering his question about my wedding to Leanna's stepfather, Doug.

"Mmmm,"he guides my hand to his weakened rooster. I instinctively grab it, squeeze it, my wedding ring seems to shine brightly against his dark brown shaft.

The next thing I know, the room dims, darker and darker before going slant black. My jumbled memory return as I try to patch this night together.


-1-
A couple month ago, Nov, I was waiting for individual. I was sitting in my office waiting for him to arrive. I'm a counselor, some may call me a psychiatrist, but I'm not a psychiatrist. I can't order medication ; I don't have a doctorate. Therapist is an acceptable terminus for my profession I suppose.

He was a new patient. He was running late that day.

I remember fiddling with my wedding mob, thinking of Doug, thinking of his smile. Doug, Leanna and I moved to Atlanta a twelvemonth prior to be closer to Doug's house. Truthfully, I hated the motility, but agreed to it. body of work is certainly more active, compared to Charleston. I rarely have any downtime like I did there.

I sighed and thought about cancelling, but I figured I'd give this guy a few Thomas More second to arrive.

I stood, straightened out my business suit, and looked out the window. I watched the rain free fall, covering the parking lot, the car in the distance were locked in their usual stop-go traffic.

There was a belt at the threshold, without thinking I said"come in"still watching the rainwater. I remember Doug and I had sex outside shoemaker's last year in the pelting once. It was summer clock time though.

"hello ?"the vocalization spoke up behind me, shaking me from my trance.

I turned around and saw him. My utter nearly dropped loose. I was looking at the most attractive man I had ever seen.

"Um, hi, hello, issue forth in,"I stammered. I cleared my throat, approached him, extending my handwriting. I introduced myself as Brandi.
He shook it softly, smiling back at me. With my high up heels on, I was his tallness, around 5'10"or so.

"Hi, I'm Ulysses. Nice to match you,"he nodded, looking around the office for a chair.

I watched him, Doug temporarily leaving my thought process. Ulysses was very muscular, wearing a tight t-shirt, and cargo knickers. The rain had an effect on his skin - his dark-chocolate skin, making it glisten. He wiped his brow of rain.

"Oh, um, sorry, yes, feel free to sit there or the couch. Whatever is comfortable,"I spoke up.

With my pen and paper, I took a backside across from him. He chose the chair.

He was uneasy, nearly first timer are. I was unquiet too, but not about meeting a new affected role. He was having that outcome on me.

"So, Ulysses, what can I do for you ?"

"Well, um, not surely where to begin. I guess I'm just having issues when it comes to a certain face of my life sentence,"Ulysses answered.

"Ok, well I'll do my best to bring home the bacon guidance."

"Yeah, well, it's,"he paused. I could see the nerves.

"You can tell apart me. Are you having stress or anxiety takings ? job coping with study, problems adjusting to alteration in liveliness ?"I asked, staring into his eyes, avoiding his biceps and chests.

"It's sex,"he blurted out, quickly feeling embarrassed.

"Oh, I see,"my mind initially thought of performance issues. I've counseled a few folks that had anxieties and other issues that affected their sex life negatively.

"No, not operation problem. I just um,"he read my brain and paused again.

Thinking about past affected role, I pressed him further."sexual orientation event ? Maybe another type of dysfunction ?"

Ulysses shook his capitulum."No,"he took a deep breath."Sex is my biography. Everything about life revolves around it. I can't get away from it and everything ends up in sex."

I hoped I wasn't blushing. My eyes darted quickly to his sinewy bod, then to his dread pulled back into a ponytail, finally, embarrassingly, I glanced to his crotch.

"I see,"I collected my thoughts, jotting this down on my notepad."So you feel you may have some sort of dependency to sex ?"

"No. I don't. That's the affair. I'm not addicted. The idea of going workweek or months without it, yeah I guess it'd sucking, but I'd be hunky-dory. I wouldn't have withdrawals."

"Ok, so no dependence. Can you explain what you mean by sex being your life ?"

"Yeah,"Ulysses glanced behind me to the pelting outside."No matter what I do, who I meet, where I go, sex is always involved. Sometimes it's alien, sometimes not, but it never fails. I go out of town for work, girl at the hotel movement desk. I fly out of the country for piece of work, the flying co-occurrence on the airplane. I want to go fascinate a motion-picture show alone late one nighttime, the college student that works there. I even offered to help do one thousand workplace for an erstwhile woman I know, and well, like everything else, it ended up with sex."

"So they initiate ?"

"Yes, always."

"Why is this bothering you ?"

"Because, sometimes I feel like that's all I do or am. There's more to life. I tried finding it. I'd go on vacation alone, I'd always assemble a woman."

"have you thought about simply saying no or choosing not to give up the sex to materialize ?"I asked.

"Yeah, I've intellection of that. But these women, were so beautiful,"Ulysses answered. Then he said something that made me inhale sharply, hoping he didn't hear me.

"All these beautiful womanhood, white charwoman, I just,"Ulysses sighed, shaking his head.

"Andrew Dickson White adult female ?"I asked, my heart rate increasing.

"Yes. A few Latina as well, but most all have been Andrew D. White. I don't know if it's because I'm black or what. But I want to say no, I want to not experience like a piece of centre, but there's just something so beautiful about them,"Ulysses said, eyes to the floor.

I didn't know where to go from here. I went the standard, typical route. I started with his childhood.


-2-

This room is burning hot now. I'm on all fours, I'm being whipped by Fat Rob. The walls look like they're on fire. Am I in Hell ? Is this demon, Fat Rob, going to generate me what I need ?

He tosses this party whip aside and penetrates me again, slamming his articulatio coxae into my ass. I glance to my wedding ring.

"Doug,"I whisper, unable to rationalise before another orgasm comes over me.

Fat Rob grabs my dirty-blonde whorl, pulling my head back as he fills me yet again with his seed.

He slams me down on the bed, the fiery outcome of the wall subsides, I blacken out again, thinking of the inaugural day I met Ulysses.

*

"My father remarried when I was 12 or so. Her name is Devin. She was a immature, livid woman, blonde,"Ulysses smiled.

"You used exhibit tense when you told me her name."

"Yes, we're still a part of each former's life. Even since their divorcement a few twelvemonth ago."

I made a musical note and nodded for him to continue.

"She was, is, wonderful. She helped parent me. But because she's only 9 or 10 class one-time than me, we hung out a lot. We'd go to pic ; she'd take me to sporting events while my dad worked. She was a great friend. Then I got older."

"That's when matter became more confidant ?"

"Yes. It was consensual. There was no violation, she didn't sexually abuse me. But she gave herself to me. She taught me everything about sex. I was young and goosey, maybe I had a crunch on her, maybe I loved her - I don't know. But it was incredible. Our cloak-and-dagger affair."

Ulysses chuckled thinking of a memory.

"What ?"I asked.

"For my mellow school graduation present tense, she threw me a surprise party. My dad wasn't around - he worked a lot anyway. At the party, I was the solitary guy from my school there. I have no idea how she arranged it, how Devin pulled it off, but she invited every individual miss in my high school graduating year to this company. Cheerleaders, volleyball, basketball game role player, even some girls that were considered ‘ nerds'or ‘ geeks ’."

"Ok,"I knew where this was headed."What about this political party made you chuckle ?"

Ulysses'face went sober."About 100 girls showed up. 50 or so didn't. As I said, Devin invited all of them. Of the 1 that showed up, they were white. There was a stock out of our house, going to the pavement and down the street. All these miss,"Ulysses paused.

"It's ok,"I smiled gently at him."You can tell me. I'm here to sympathise and help."

"They all, um, rode me until they climaxed. The first girl would go, she'd get off me, then succeeding and so on until all 100 missy orgasmed."

I nodded my promontory, the visual sinking in, the imagery of 100 18-year-old white girls in a pedigree riding this man's Shirley Temple peter - I shook my head, I didn't want these thoughts there.

"I see, so that was her face to you. Sex."

"Yes. Afterward, they all left, hugging me bye, saying good luck at college, and so on, Devin and I remained. We made love in my way. I didn't finish with those girls, but I did finish in her."

I took notes and paused,"Do you love Devin ?"

"Yes, very much."

"Yet you have sex with former fair sex ?"

"Her and I aren't technically a match. I sorta view her as a mother figure. She's like the mom I never had and love me in every way. I guess our relationship is spread out, unconditional."

Curiosity was getting the best of me,"So you have sex with other women, to the highest degree are white. Is this a day-to-day effect ?"

"Yes. If it's not Devin, it's three or four other regulars I suppose."

idea of several white cleaning woman leaving and arriving to his home to have sex with him daily flashed in my head. I looked at his arms, thighs - wow. I had to sharpen, I needed to be master. I glanced to my notepad and wedding ceremony ring.

"Have you considered making things exclusive with Devin ? Perhaps even marrying her ? I take it your father isn't around or knows about you and his ex-wife, your former step-mother ?"

"No, he lives in LA and doesn't know her and I are like this. And no, it wasn't the cause of their divorcement. He was caught various times cheating, and since Devin and I were a thing, she went ahead and divorced him."

I checked the time, it was nearing the end of his first session. We chatted a little more about Devin, how much she means to him, how much they care for one another.

"Ulysses, I want you to really picture her how much you love her. It sounds like it's a lot. I know you have an open family relationship with her, but maybe go somewhere or do something that's just you and her. Doesn't have to be sex, could be dinner, movies, hiking, something that isn't sexual. Maybe even suggest you and her suit exclusive. From talking with you about her, it sounds like she loves you like a son and a buff. That's up to you though. Mainly, pass extra time with her and her only, not having sex. Try it,"I smiled at him.

He smiled back and stood. We shook manpower and I told him I'd see him next week.

I watched him from my window, backwash across the parking lot to his car. I couldn't assistant but cogitate how openhanded and Nice he was. No admiration white women like him. I felt pity for thinking that, clutching my left hand, running my fingerbreadth over my wedding ring.

*

I hear my daughter somewhere. She's crying out in pleasure. One of Fat Rob's friends must be fucking her. I'm in Fat Rob's arms, kissing him as he bounces me on his dick. I never want to leave this place.

He's taking me somewhere, down a hallway. We enter a room. I see my daughter on a bed, riding a grim man, her bridge player in her foresightful red head of hair, grinding her hips against him. He has a smug expression on his face watching her drive him.

Fat Rob lays me down next to Leanna and climbs on top of me.

"Hey Mom,"Leanna says nonchalantly. She runs her hands through her hair."I love grim dick. I'm so glad we went out tonight."

I try to react, but can't. The massive Fat Rob is on top of me, making me cum so dear once more.

After seeing and hearing Leanna cum again, the men take a break, leaving us alone. She rolls over, smiling at me. Did she bring me here ? I still can't build this out. The elbow room goes dark again.


-3-

Thinking back to Ulysses'second designation, I decided to ask about his work-life.

"Sex there too,"he bluntly admitted."No I'm not a male person prostitute."

I laughed,"I didn't think you were."

"I've done yoga pedagogy, personal trainer work, but mostly some, well, fitness modeling,"he bashfully admitted.

"That's why you travel ?"

"right wing. Different emplacement for various photoshoots. Been to EEC, Brazil, all over."

"So you have sex with people you meet there ? Locals ?"I asked.

"Sometimes. It's mostly coworkers though. Usually after photo shoots with me, we'll meet up for drinks and end up in my bed."

"Has this caused issues for your employment ?"

"Not yet. None of the women have tried to get me fired for sleeping with another model, or tried to manipulate their way into shooting with me. It's all been drama free. But still,"Ulysses shook his head.

"What ?"

"It's work, it's a job. Sex shouldn't be involved. I mean, I feel unprofessional."

"You don't have to sleep with these women though. No one is forcing you,"I smiled softly at him.

"I know but, it's so hard,"Ulysses said. My thoughts went to something else that would be firmly - his erection. I scolded myself internally and focused on my job.

"Perhaps you could call for a alteration at work ? Maybe shooting for dissimilar case of ads - ones that don't feature female models."

"I tried that. Didn't piece of work. I had a photo shoot with a magazine called Elite Magazine. I thought it was going to be unsubdivided poppycock in the gym, doing utilization, lifting weights and so on. It'd be for their health and physical fitness section of the powder magazine. Turns out,"Ulysses shook his head.

"Go on,"I urged, slightly looking forward to how sex became involved.

"Turns out the powder store is marketed toward smutty men. It also turns out that,"he shrugged."All the female person good example are white. And it just so happens ashen female models are used in pretty a lot every article type. Fitness, wellness, cars, street bikes, entertainment section all have black male models and white female models."

"I see, so that's where the sex occurred,"I nodded, imagining him taking a model off the set after a photoshoot and pinning her against the wall, having sex.

"Right,"he continued."Both of them,"he added.

"Both ?"

"There were two models. Two blonde, fairly big in the ass,"Ulysses said.

"Oh. I understand."

"They had them wearing tiny employment outfits. They posed us in all kind of bunglesome poses to piss it reckon like they were coming on to me at the gym. Jenna and Alexis. They were nice young lady, but I knew sex with the two of them would befall. They purposefully made sure to rub themselves against me. It was awkward."

"Did you think about saying no ? Or asking them to back down ?"I asked, knowing he probably enjoyed it.

"No. The photographer was setting us up in these poses. Jenna would be in battlefront of me, Alexis behind me, rubbing my shoulders. One mannerism of the both of them face me, my arms around them resting my helping hand on their depressed back. It all led up to it."

"It ?"I knew what he meant, but I wanted him to say it.

"Yeah. After the shoot, they found me in the cascade. Both were naked, both entered, and well, the piddle ran common cold we were in there so long. Then afterward we kept going, they used their ‘ talent'a lot on me."

I giggled, I knew he meant their big rump."I see. Well to labor things away from sex, perhaps take -"

"A vocation variety ?"Ulysses joked.

"Yes !"I laughed.

We shared a smiling and prolonged eye contact before I continued the session.

*

The room is so brilliantly now. It has to be daylight. I'm nude, dry out seed is all over me. I'm somewhere familiar. I rise up in my bed, Doug's and my bed. I'm surrounded by sleeping black men.

"No,"I struggle to leave our bedroom, using the wall to steady me. I don't bother putting on clothes.

I hear moans coming from Leanna's room. I barge in and see her being bivalent teamed by two Negro men."Hey Mom,"she says in between moan and grunts.

Fat Rob is in my kitchen, eating breakfast he must've cook for himself.

"You have to leave. Now ! My hubby will be home soon. Doug can't see this,"I plead.

"Sure,"Fat Rob smile, finishing his ballock. He whistles loudly, and slowly but surely, he and his crew make their way out.

I hear Leanna whining and complaining as the two men she's with leave. Some are clothed, some are naked, there must've been 15 men in the home. I can't believe what I've done.

I start crying, looking at my wedding ring. Leanna doesn't guardianship, she happily walks about, totally nude.

"What a nighttime !"she laughs."Hopefully Doug won't find out and we can do it again and again and again !"

I can't believe her. I can't believe this has happened. It feels like the bulwark are closing in on me. I run away, I run to my bedroom.

Strange, the rain shower is running. Did I leave it on ? Everything seems so confusing now. I enter the lavatory and pull back the curtain. One of Fat Rob's supporter is in there showering and jacking off. I stare at that massive black cock, shake my head teacher, take a trench intimation and get in the shower bath with him.


-4-

I don't cognize his name, or why he stayed hindquarters. Why didn't he leave with Fat Rob, why couldn't he shower elsewhere ?

He's fucking me hard from behind. I know my married man will be home soon, but I couldn't resist. What's wrong with me ?

Doug can't see this. I have to end this, I have to get this guy out of the business firm, but I can't. I don't want to. I want him to maintain fucking me.

"Brandi ? You home ?"I hear Doug call out to me.

"Here !"I manage to say. The Negro guy I'm in the shower with is slamming hard into me. The slapping speech sound are too loud.

I go to my knees, sucking all over this black cock when Doug enters the bathroom."How was your trip ?"I ask from behind the shower curtain. I resume sucking on the black man's dick as Doug answers.

"It was cracking. Productive,"I hear him say at the sinkhole. I can't think where he went, but I'm guessing work related.

"You and Leanna have a nice weekend ?"He asks me. My head is bobbing back and forth on the cock. The black-market guy has his hired hand on my head holding me in place.

"Brandi ?"I hear him say, turning off the sink.

"Mmhmm ! Great !"I manage to get out.

"Good,"Doug leaves the bathroom. I stand, kiss the black guy, and turn back around in the shower bath. He shoves is cock back inside me and keeps going. I can't assist but moan.

"You ok ?"Doug reentered the bathroom.

"Uh huh ! tummy ache,"I answer. The man grabs my principal, kissing my cervix, then squeezes my tits from behind.

"Sorry sweetie. Anyway, I'm going to complete unpacking,"I heard Doug say as he left."Enjoy your shower."

"I will,"I voicelessness just before another orgasm comes over me.

He picks me up, it's his turn to cum. I can attend over the top of the shower curtain now, into the bedroom. The melanise man is bouncing me up and down on him. I see Doug happily unpacking. He has no idea his wife is in the exhibitioner with a disgraceful guy getting relentlessly fucked.

Why doesn't Doug hear us ? Why doesn't he come in and stop it ? How can he not know ? Where are the Shirley Temple Black guy's clothes ? doe Doug see them ?
My eyes roll in the back of my head once more as I feel my kitty fill with semen. I look to the sleeping accommodation again, Doug is gone. I need this opprobrious guy gone too, before Doug sees him.

I suck his cock clean of excessiveness come - it tastes so good. I lead him back to the bedroom, I see the double-door to our back porch is open up. Did I open up it ? Maybe Doug opened it.

I kiss my shower buff goodbye and watch him exit our dwelling house through her bedroom. I climb in bed and time lag for my husband to return.

When he does he encounter me defenseless, legs bedcover. He undresses and climbs on top. As he enters me I wonder if he can find a difference. I wonder if I'll ever be the same.

I turn my brain to attend out the back porch, the double-doors are still out-of-doors. Doug is still on top, kissing my neck. I see someone on the porch.

It's Fat Rob, he's smugly grinning at me. He's watching my husband make love to me. Fat Rob takes his stopcock out, shaking it playfully. How did he get there ? Was he picking up his friend ? I don't know, I watch him, I picture that big disastrous cock inside me instead of my married man's. I start cumming.

"Yes ! Yes !"I cry out to Fat Rob, climaxing at the same prison term. Fat Rob nods, puts his cock back in his pants and leaves.

As the climax passes, I kiss Doug. His come second gear later.

Time speeds by, the sun sets, Doug is watching a game after dinner, Leanna is out - I've no thought where she is. I don't remember talking to her.

I write Doug a quick note. I tell him Leanna is having car trouble, I'm going to blame her up. I leave it adjacent to the table by his recliner. I kiss his forehead and leave.

*

This lash hurts so bad, but feels so very effective. I left Doug sleeping and went straight to Fat Rob's. I'm being whipped again. I don't remember even asking for it, but these black men are taking turns doing it and fucking me as I hang from my radiocarpal joint again.

I scream out with painful sensation and pleasure. I don't want them to discontinue even though I don't understand why they are doing this.

With each lash wisecrack I think back to my third base session with Ulysses.


-5-

I remember I wore something much nicer and sexier than usual attire for my next appointment with Ulysses. It was a tighter, shorter dress, new skid. Adjusting my marriage tintinnabulation, I felt silly, but figured no harm would come from dressing nicer.

"Ulysses, I want to let the cat out of the bag about ruefulness. Not simply feeling bad that sex is a Brobdingnagian part of your life, but is there anything you really repent that you struggle to make peace with ? Perhaps to do that would help you sense more fulfilment out of life."

Ulysses was unruffled, contemplating what I said, but also searching his thoughts.

"Yeah,"he eventually spoke up.

I waited for him to answer, giving him time.

"I was in Miami. I go down there often for work, shoots and so on. I met a cleaning woman at a club. A beautiful brunet named Megan. That happens every time I go to clubs, but she was unlike. She had long, thick-skulled brown hair, blue angel eyes and she was short. She was so commanding, like she was a boss or manager, and knew what she wanted and how to get it."

"She wanted you ?"I asked, knowing the solution, not blaming the woman.

"Yeah."

I leaned forward a bit, hoping he'd glance at my cleavage."So what do you regret ?"

"Megan took me place. We were in her kitchen, living way, everywhere, having sex. We ended up in her bed. That's when I learned she was married,"Ulysses explained.

My optic widened."Married ?"

"Yeah. I should've left. I've been in that situation before, and always felt horrible. I'm not the kind of guy that purposelessly goes out and tries to ruin marriages, or get E. B. White women to cheat, or leave their husbands for me. The few times I've slept with a married cleaning woman - I hate to say this, but it was accidental. I wasn't planning on it or searching for it."

My ventilation was temperamental, my heart pumping,"Um, ok, I see. So you and Megan had sex and there was regret."

"Yes, but I didn't leave, I stayed,"Ulysses sighed. I could tell there was more he wanted to share.

"You were enjoying it."

"Yes, but then she told me to tie her up. Megan wanted me to do it by her radiocarpal joint. I chickened out. I got too scared to say no. She was hanging there. That's when she told me to look in her loo. She told me to bring out a whiplash she was hiding there."

"A party whip ?"

"Yeah. She wanted me to blister her. I thought it was a racial thing. inkiness hard worker were whipped. I asked her and she told me it was only for her. She felt guilty conscience about something and wanted it whipped out of her."

"Cheating ?"

"She didn't say. But I complied, like an half-wit. I whipped that poor adult female over and over just like she asked me to. She cried out from pain in the ass, then begged me to restrain going. When it was done, I regretted ever meeting her. I regretted enabling her to cheat, regretted whipping her. I regretted the whole night."

I took a deep breather and scribbled in my notes."Ever see her again ?"

"No. We had sex one Sir Thomas More fourth dimension in the shower, then I left."

I was ineffectual to centre for the residuum of his seance. Part of me was so turned on not just from Ulysses, but sleeping with him, the idea of an affair with him, maybe even being whipped.

That night I took a yearn Bath. I set my hymeneals ring on the slope of the tub and fingered myself to culminate various times - thinking of Ulysses.

*

That's where and when I first heard about a whip.

Doug is behind me now ; I'm on all four. I can't believe he doesn't notice the party whip scrape from Fat Rob. Doug has said nothing. Leanna has said nil. I don't remember what metre I got home. No one noticed or said anything about her guess car trouble.

I feel regret and shame for what I'm doing. I don't know when or how this will end.

I feel nil as Doug fucks me from behind. I'm looking out into the backyard, it's pouring down rain. I didn't even notice it was cloudy.


-6-

I remember now. It was raining when I first met Ulysses, it was raining during his fourthly academic term - the 1st sentence we had sex.

Things seem cleared now, but I still can't firearm it all together. Doug is on top of me now. I don't feel him. It's like my sens aren't working. But I remember Ulysses.

He showed up to his quarter academic term. I was wearing another sexy dress. I fingered myself all workweek mentation of him. I practically jumped on him.

He was startled, not expecting it. But I knew deep down he knew it would happen - with a blacken trunk, face, cock like his, sex with every white cleaning woman he encounters was the normal.

Ulysses tried to resist at firstly. I was straddling him, kissing him on the couch. He pointed to my wedding ring in between buss. I shut him up with my mouth over his. We were naked soon. He slammed me on my desk and took me there.

I came so hard, so fast, so powerfully from him pistoning in and out of me. The deluge of rain outside hopefully muffled my moan of pleasure a bit.

We went quickly, 45 arcminute into it and he came inside me. He apologized, gathered his wearing apparel and left.

My twat was oozing semen onto my desk. After a few moment, I went to my knees and licked it from my desk. I put my clothes on, sat in my chair and waited for my next engagement, pushing aside what I just did.

I cried myself to sleep that night, my left thumb rubbing my nuptials ring.

Ulysses and I met only two more academic term. Each one was naught but sex. We did it on my desk, on the couch, I swallowed his semen each time.

On the final exam session, Ulysses told me he was gloomy, but couldn't see me anymore. He said he's accepted this is how his aliveness is and will mould harder to be penny-pinching with Devin. That was it. I watched him put his dress back on and leave.

Leanna caught me crying that Nox at the house. She tried consoling me, but I brushed her off. I saw the look of business on her face, but I had to deal with what I've done on my own.

*

I remember everything now. I remember how I got here.

It was New Year's Eve. Leanna told me to murder my wedding anchor ring, she was taking me out. I resisted at first, but I know why she asked me to off it.

We were at a club, I saw several men approach her, some of them she pointed to me. One man, she introduced me to. His name was Fat Rob. He's why I'm here, he's why I'm in this office. He's why retentiveness were hazy. He's why everything seems odd.

I'm having sex with Fat Rob right now. I'm on my bed, Doug is somewhere, I don't remember where. I'm riding Fat Rob so hard, I feel like the bed will break.

I kiss him arduous, he calls me"girl Brandi"again. I resume grinding into him.

I hear Doug approaching. His stride are so loud, like nose drops. I can't closure riding Fat Rob though.

"Brandi ?"he calls out."You there ?"his phonation his booming.

I grit my teeth and hold on fucking this black man."Yes ! Yes ! piece of ass yes !"

The bed collapses and I keep going, keep cumming. Each one of Doug's footsteps thunder through the hallway.

It's raining again, I can hear it outside, over the sound of my key grunts or orgasms.

He's taking forever to progress to our bedroom and catch me in the act. Why is he moving so slowly ?

More thundering footfall, my name being called. Fat Rob smack my ass, I know Doug hears it.

"Brandi !"he yells, upon entering our room. I don't catch having sex with Fat Rob. I look over my shoulder and see Doug's horrified boldness. He falls to his knee's crying.

Leanna enters the room, bare, pushing Doug over– he can't stay crying.

"Mom !"Leanna says. I am paralyse, unable to count away from my crying married man. He slams his fist into the floor, a sound of nose drops echoes in the room.

"Mom !"Leanna shakes me, but all I see is Doug crying, striking the floor in suffering. The room dims, getting darker and darker. Did we lose baron from the storm ?

Doug is changing, he's turning brighter. He's a light source, bright, shinning in my eye. I remember Fat Rob, what I've done, how I got here.

"Doug !"I cry."Doug ! I scream his name over and over again."Doug, please !"the hopeful light is blinding now. I can't breathe.


-7-

"Doug ! Doug !"I woke up in a hospital bed.

Leanna was right there next to me,"Mom !"

"Where am I ? Where's Doug ?"

"What ?"Leanna glanced to the nurse.

She started crying and the nurse excused herself. I was gasping for air, called out Doug's figure over and over.

"Mom,"Leanna shook her head.

"What am I doing here ? I want to see Doug."

"Mom, no, he's -"

It felt like my nerve was going to burst. I was out of breath. I gripped Leanna's deal as hard as I could.

"Doug,"I whispered, hoping to calm myself down.

"He's gone, Mom. Remember ? It's been over a year,"Leanna said.

"What ? A year ? Where ?"I was crying now.

"Mom, remember, that's why we moved here. So he could be closer to his family unit before he -"Leanna wiped a bust."Before he passed away."

I closed my eye. I heard the rainwater outside my hospital window. A gaudy pop of boom snapped my eyes open.

"Over a year,"I repeated. Leanna nodded. I remembered now.

"What happened survive nighttime ?"I asked, looking around the hospital room, releasing my grip on Leanna's hand.

"New Year's Eve. I took you to a club. I thought it'd be fun. The two of us hanging out,"Leanna answered.

"My ring ?"I glanced to my left over mitt, not seeing it there.

"It's at home base. rectify by the bed."

"Did you -"
"Yes, mom. I thought if you could take it off maybe you'd meet somebody and, well, have fun. You haven't taken it off since Doug's funeral. I just thought,"Leanna said.

I sat up in bed, hugging her, knowing she was trying to help.

"I'm sorry, I'm so bad,"Leanna's crying returned.

"For what, sweetie ?"

"I took you to that club. I introduced you to somebody I thought was a friend. That piece of shit - I mean, Fat Rob. I saw him put something in your deglutition. I nearly punched him out. I grabbed you and took you home."

"Leanna,"I cried.

"Mom, you wouldn't wake up. He must've put too much of whatever it was. I called 911, I was freaking out. I didn't want to recede you too,"Leanna said.

"The ambulance rushed you here, they pumped your stomach. But you still didn't wake up. You've been here asleep for almost two days."

"Fat Rob. I didn't go, I mean, he and I didn't,"I was putting the pieces together.

"No. I'm so gladiolus I saw him slew something into your drink. If I hadn't been paying attention -"

"Oh, sweetie, come in here,"I hugged her again.

I held her for several minute of arc as she cried."I'm alive, I'm awake, I'm fine."

I took a deep breath, brief images of the nightmare I had flashed before my optic. The tanning, the dark, the chains, the melanise man in the rain shower, Fat Rob, and finally my late-husband witnessing a dreadful event - one that thankfully, wasn't real.

I shook the images from my head and held my daughter. She was still wearing the garb she wore on our night out.

*

I went home the next day. I had trouble walking a bit, and my heading hurt, but I was fine. Thankfully, whatever Fat Rob slipped into my swallow wasn't enough to pop me.

I considered filing a police report card. But neither Leanna nor I know his last name, where he works, or anything other than his appearing. Still, it wouldn't hurt to do it.

I looked in on the bed I destroyed in my nightmare. It was intact, undisturbed, just like it was the after Doug's funeral over a year ago. Leanna keeps the elbow room clean and jerk, she dusts it and so on.

I moved into the guest room after Doug died. I couldn't be in our room, it hurt too much to not have him there.

I sat on the border of the Edgar Albert Guest bed, running my manus through my hair when something caught my eye - my wedding ring on the bedside table.

I stared at it for several seconds before slowly reaching for it. I started to put it on, but stopped myself."No,"I said out loud. I opened the drawer and stowed it safely away.

The pursual workweek, Leanna and I went through Doug's habiliment and other items, boxing them up, taking them to Goodwill.

We painted the walls a dissimilar color. There was no double-door to the back porch in that elbow room, unlike in my incubus, there was a large window though. We got new shades for it. I moved all article of furniture out and tore up the carpet.

A week later, wood floor was in place, and the room looked totally different.

One item remained - a bed. The following weekend, Leanna helped me pick out a new bed for that way - my room. I moved out of the guest room that night.

Leanna slept in there with me on my number one night back in that room since Doug passed away.

Another twosome of weeks passed. I was at my office. My 10am fitting cancelled. I decided to make a phone call.


-8-
"Brandi, hey, how are you ?"Ulysses answered my telephone call. It'd been several weeks since I last saw him.

"I'm doing well. What about you ?"

"I'm mulct,"he answered. I could secernate he felt awkward.

"Listen, I was thinking if you don't have architectural plan, we could meet for luncheon today. There's something I'd like to tell you. More of an apology, actually."

"Yeah, that's cool. We can meet up,"he said.

"Great. My treat."

We met a couple hours later at a nearby eating house. I didn't wasteland any clock time ; immediately telling him I was sorry for my unprofessionalism. He was accepting, nodding and smiling politely.

"There's more,"I glanced to my left hand, my wedding ring no longer there.

"I feel the worst about not being up front with you. I have hassle saying these news, what about I'm about to tell you,"I glanced at my hand once more, then back to his eyes.

"I'm not married. I wasn't married when we had sex. My husbanded died over a class ago. I haven't been able-bodied to take the ring off, until recently. I'm so sorry, I should've told you, I shouldn't have lunged at you like that during that session. But I couldn't say the words, I couldn't let go. I guess I never will, Doug will always be in my heart in some way, but I want you to know I'm sorry for any regret or guilt feelings you felt by thinking you had sex with another marry woman."

Ulysses was quiet, centre wide, taking my words in."Brandi, I, um, thanks. I did experience bad. I thought you were married, that's why I stopped using you as a healer. But thank you for telling me. I've never lost a spouse, but I imagine it's hard to say that they're gone, that you're not married anymore and to take off the ring."

"Yes,"I smiled at him.

"Are you doing ok ? I mean, are you feeling better about not wearing it ?"

"Yes, it was clock time. My girl took me out on New year's. She tried to help me locomote on. I guess in some manner it worked."

We smiled at each other once more before our meal arrived. I learned more of Ulysses that day. I learned he actually took my advice. He and his quondam stepmother are thinking about moving in with one another and maintaining an open, but not too receptive, relationship.

He and I met up after I left the office for the day.

Ulysses stood at the foot of his bed. I was on my knees, kissing over his stomach, thigh and beautiful peter. I sucked it lovingly, slowly, smiling at up at him.

I stood and he squatted, picking me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. Standing there, he guided his cock in me. I almost climaxed when he entered me. We kissed and he moved me to the bed.

laying me gently on my back, he kissed me again. Propping himself up with his work force, I placed my own hands on his chest, as he slowly began sliding his cock in and out of me.

I orgasmed second later, he rolled onto his rachis, taking me with him. Kissing him again, I slowly rode him, savoring his long spear hitting all the right spots inside me.

We went until after midnight. I kissed him goodbye, told him I'd see him again sometime. He said that'd be great, he suggested I meet Devin. At the prison term I was ok if I never saw him again. However, I know that I feel much better now.

I did see him again. I'm fabrication in his weapon right now. It's been a few months since my dark out with Leanna on New Year's, getting drugged, and waking up in the hospital a couple daytime later. It was a horrifying event.

The nightmare I had is a little fuzzy, some of the details lost over time. But I'll never forget it. Luckily, I've slept much better. Every once in a spell a homo chemise bear, named Leanna, will join me, snuggling up to me, watching a movie in my new bed. I'm thankful I have her support.

I'm thankful for Ulysses too. I kiss his chest and peal back on top of him, sliding his cock back inside me. We meet up occasionally for luncheon or dinner - then sex. He's not my boyfriend, just a with child friend.

The other week I met Devin. She's in the rain shower now. After I cum on Ulysses in a couple minutes, we'll probably join her.

I'm thought of moving back to Charleston. Leanna and I weren't as close to Doug's kinfolk. Since he's gone now, maybe it's time I return home.

This intense orgasm passport, Ulysses holding me. We kiss, he sits up, his rooster still embedded inside me and takes me the exhibitioner to join Devin.

Ulysses sets me down in the shower. Devin hugs and kisses me on the brass. I smile at her and we both go to our articulatio genus to service Ulysses'long, darkness rod.
I pop his cockhead out of my mouth. I look to him, seeing him smiling at me. I'm gladiolus I was able to help him a lilliputian during those few week I was his therapist.

He and my girl don't yet realize how often they have helped me.

The end .