The Black Pearl

"Older men get me hot!"

"I'm 40." I said. The black girl at the bar was about 23, tall, a nest of dreads on her head, and and some of the darkest skin I've seen, a far cry from the the au lait creoles I've fucked in the past. The nipples of her high breasts under her t-shirt and the outline of her vulva visible through her gym shorts told me she was looking for some dick, maybe more than one.

"Really? You don't look it!"

"Oh he is, believe me." Sheri the bartender confirmed. Sherri was not much younger than me, but I was the first guy to dominate her back in our twenties. Her still-voluptuous figure would continue to take a good flogging on the occasional sessions we still had. "Do you want a drink?" I asked the girl, getting up from the bar stool with the pretense of going to the john. "No, but maybe we can take it from there when you get back", she said. I got up and went to the men's room, counting 3 minutes to give Sherri enough time to fill out the details about me to the girl: the bondage, the hard fucking, the submission.

When I got back, the girl had a knowing look in her eye. "Sherri told me about yall's history..."

"And?"

"I'm kinda intrigued..."

We took our drinks to a table, Sherri giving me a "good luck!" wink behind her back. Joanna was her name. New Orleans girl, from the Black Pearl neighborhood. Her background involved a lot of straight fucking, but she was looking for something more challenging. She'd seen some BDSM porn, the white-on-black ones getting her the wettest. She felt guilty about it, but I assured her that everyone goes through some confusion when they find out what they like: "I didn't understand why I got hard-ons over the pictures of Joan of Arc tied to the stake in Catholic school." "Well, you wound up better off than her!" She laughed.

We continued to talk on the phone the rest of the week, agreeing to have her come over for a session the next Saturday.

When she showed up, she had a look of both hesitancy and lust. I had certainly been full of the latter for that week, but put off masturbation because I wanted to save it for her. I got her water out of the fridge to break the tension. She took a swig, then poured some on herself.

"It's hot today!"

"Well you dressed for it!" Her bar outfit was demure compared to today: her tits covered only by an old college t-shirt, her ass and pussy under an extra short mini dress. "Let's take a look..." I started to pull it up, revealing the jet-black thatch of hair between her legs, her erect clit standing at attention.

"No panties, I see..."

"No bra either!" She laughed, helping me pull off the shirt to show what was underneath: large, hard ebony breasts, the nipples proudly jutting out. She knew that I'd be putting clothespins on them soon enough, and they were visibly aroused by the idea.

We made our way to the couch, where we continued to make out while I removed my pants and shirt.

"Uh, you're big, aren't you?"

"Think you can take it?"

"Let's find out."

We moved to the bedroom.

I cuffed her hands behind her back, pinching and sucking her nipples. Putting her on her knees, I continued to work to her pussy and ass, first getting under her pussy, sucking her clit and running my tongue in and out of her. She tasted like bubblegum.

Joanna's moaning only made my cock harder, but she'd be getting that soon enough. I moved on to her ass.

It was big and muscular, but with a curvy hourglass shape that made it feminine, a true work of art. I began to lick and poke her asshole with my tongue, making her groans go up in pitch. With my spit as lube, I slowly entered my middle finger into her, her moans becoming grunts and hyperventilating with every inch I pushed in. When I got all of it in, I proceeded to slowly work my cock into her, first rubbing my head against her clit, the finger still sliding in and out her ass.

When I was fully entered, I began fucking her harder, the cock felt through the finger in her asshole. "Oh fuck that feels so good..." she blurted.

I slapped her hard on her ass: "keep your fucking mouth shut."

"Yes sir."

"Sir". I liked that.

"Did I tell you to talk? Shut the fuck up!"

With that, I pulled out, shooting a large load on her ass.

It was a good half-hour before we caught our breath, Joanna out of my cuffs, my cum drying on her. "Those things are fucking tight!"

"You'll be back in them soon enough."

"Sherri wasn't kidding about you."

"What else did she tell you?"

"That I'd be sucking your cock on top of it..."

"That a problem?"

"Well, I'm wondering if I can swallow a load like the one you shot on me."

"Give me another half-hour and you'll learn."

The half hour was up, and Joanna was now standing, cuffed to a stripper pole in my living room that was a holdover from my days with Sherri.

"This is gonna hurt a little", I prefaced, while I began to apply the clothespins to her, beginning with the nipples and soon covering her tits in a line, her grimacing and flinching with every one I applied.

"Fuck that hurts!"

"It's gonna hurt more."

I started putting them on her pussy, the sharpest groan of pain coming when I put one on her clit. I then had them hanging from her pussy lips, her eyes watering and begging to go easy. They widened when the flogger, a mean-looking cat o' nine tails, made its appearance.

The pins began flying off her body, the flogger being put to good use. I had bought it years ago in a French Quarter sex shop that was big with the leather daddies, and I knew those boys didn't play. I like to think they'd appreciate my work, if not the woman I was using it on.

"FUCK!"

"Hold on, I got just a few more to get off." I had about 50 on her, but after the last one was off the flogging continued. Her breathing became labored and intense, but the raw wet scent of her pussy gave away the pleasure she was getting from it.

It was after the flogging stopped that I went and got a water bottle; I sipped it in front of her while she panted, still cuffed to the pole.

"Want some?"

"Uh huh."

I put the bottle to her lips, let her drink and poured the rest on her. Bruises would never show on her skin, but I knew they were there. I grabbed a towel and gently dried her, telling her what a good girl she had been so far and how well she was holding up. At times he winced at the strokes of the towel, but I could tell she was appreciative after her trial. I uncuffed her and we made our way back to the bed, her head on my chest, me stroking her head.

It was then that I gave her a sharp slap on the cheek. "Suck my cock."

The slap took her by surprise, but the cock sucking was inevitable; she was eager for it. She got out of the bed, knelt on the floor, and I began working on her. She licked my balls while I stood over her, my cock erect over her eyes. I held her by her dreads while I issued commands: "That's it. Good girl. Now suck on my balls..."

My cock was soon in her mouth, me holding her by her hair while bobbing her head faster and faster on me. She made gulping sounds as I went deeper with every stroke. All 8 inches were soon in, my cock hitting the back of her throat while she struggled to keep up, her eyes locked into mine. I came.

The load was equal to what I shot on her ass. She struggled to keep up while I shouted orders: "YOU'RE SWALLOWING IT! YOU'RE SWALLOWING EVERY DROP!"

She fell to the floor, choking and exhausted, my cock at half-mast over her. Cum ran out of her mouth while she whimpered, again giving the same contrast as the now dry cum left on her ass.

I was exhausted too, but I wasn't finished. I wanted a memento of the occasion, something that would also signify my dominance over her.

I went to the dresser and picked up my smartphone. I stood over her limp body, and hit "record".

"You belong to me now."

She glanced away before looking into the camera.

"Yes, sir."

I sent the clip of the woozy black girl declaring her submission to Sherri.

She called me back, a laugh in her voice. "Goddamn, you made her surrender quick! What's your secret?"

"Learning everything from you."

"You mean everything OFF me!" She retorted; "I held out for a couple nights, but this little chickie gave in right away! The least you could do is let me get a piece of her!"

"You serious?"

"You think I'm fucking kidding? I'm at the bar and my panties are dripping wet from that little show you sent me! Where is she at now?"

"At the pool."

"Wearing nothing but a g-string I'm guessing?"

"Pretty close."

"Well Sunday is a slow night; I'll still be at the bar, show up with her around 10 and I'll 'close early' if it's still empty. Give her 10 bucks for the pool table. and that'll keep her busy until the fun begins."

"Could be the best Hamilton I ever spent."

"That, or two Abes." There was no joking in her voice. "Remember, around 10."

I went outside to the porch and looked down: there was Joanna, in a tiny polka-dot number barely covering her ass and tits. She had my condo's pool to herself, lounging around after a few laps. The weather was the typical humid sweat box of New Orleans in Summer, but the sight of her took my mind off that.

"Hey, come on back up!"

"Coming!"

She slipped on some sandals and galloped the stairs, her breasts bouncing with every step.

"You wanted me, master?"

"Calm down, Jeanie." She was too young for the reference. "It's so hot a draft beer would be good tonight. I figured we'd hit Sherri's around 10."

"That sounds good. I suppose I owe her one for all this."

"Oh, you will." It went over her head.

"What should I wear?"

"Grab a tee from my drawer. It's not like we're going to Antoine's."

She came out in nothing but an old white t-shirt, the bikini hung up in the bathroom to dry off.

I glanced down at the black thatch between her legs. "I like it, but I don't think it's street-legal!"

"Don't be silly! I'm drying them off; I'll just put the bottoms on when we leave."

"Yeah, no need for the top; I like your nipples poking through the shirt anyway. Want a beer?'

I grabbed two from the fridge before she could answer and handed her one.

She cracked it open and drank it like a champ, then she proceeded to catnap on the couch until we left. She'd need it.

We got to the bar at 10 on the dot; like Sherri said, the place was empty. "Sherri, pour a couple wheat ales." She was temporarily dumbstruck at the sight of Joanna, but she snapped out of it. She went to the tap and started pouring. "What brings you two out tonight?", as if she didn't know.

"Joanna wants to practice her pool game."

"I do?" I had no fucking clue if she played or not. "I barely know anything about it!"

"It's easy! Here's a couple fives; knock the balls around and we'll see how you do!"

"Two Abes, like you said", I whispered to Sherri.

We had a good time, drinking and watching Joanna knock the balls around the table, oblivious to the rules of the game. "You're doing fine!" I cheered, and she was indeed. The sight of her ass in that bikini bent over the table, her breasts pressed against the fabric, I'd rather look at that than see Minnesota Fats play.

Then 10:30 hit. Sherri hit the switch for the storm windows to come down and went to the door to lock up.

"Oh, you're closing?" Joanna stood up from the table. "We can leave."

Sherri turned the latch. "We're closing alright, but you're not leaving."

I got behind Joanna and pulled the shirt off of her; her large nipples now cold and hard from the AC.

Sherri began pulling her shirt off, the mature fleshy paleness of her skin and her pendulous breasts exposed; "I'm going to show you what he trained on." She dropped out of her dress. "You got my panties soaking wet today, and now I want what I saw."

She pulled her panties off, showing the red pubic hair that Joanna would soon taste. I held Joanna as Sherri lunged at her, kissing her as she moaned, pinching her nipples the whole time.

"NO! I've never..."

"Been with a girl? First time for everything. Put her on the pool table."

I kicked some of the remaining balls away and threw her on the table. I put her head on the end and proceeded to shove my cock into her mouth; Sherri buried herself into the space between the ebony thighs, spreading her lips apart to get to the pink bubblegum clit. I had my hand on Joanna's throat, ramming in and out while she gagged and moaned from the pussy-eating she was getting. Sherri locked eyes with me after a few minutes and changed position. Moving up from the pussy, she spun around and jammed her cunt into Joanna's face. "Now you'll learn to eat pussy! You're way overdue!"

I pulled my cock out of her throat and Sherri smothered her. All we heard was muffled moaning. "Suck my clit you dumb bitch! God knows you've gotten yours eaten enough to know how!" There was a tinge of a woman scorned in her voice.

Sheri's ass, a pale blur bouncing on a black girl's face, stirred up the old days. My cock was lubed from the spit already, but I let them go at it alone and came back with a bottle of olive oil from the bar. I proceeded to start eating Sherri's ass while Joanna worked on the pussy, running my tongue up and down while she moaned. All the time I was rubbing the oil on my cock. It was good and lubed when I slowly worked into her ass, Joanna's eyes only inches away. "Oh yeah... oh fuck..." Sherri moaned as I went deeper, her cheeks clenching on my cock. "Can... can... she take it like I can? Like this? Your cock in me..."

"Shut up." Now it was my turn to issue orders. I smacked her ass hard and continued to drill.

Joanna was still trying to keep up, running her tongue in and out of her while taking in the anal lesson playing out before her. I had my cock all the way in when I could feel the cum about to shoot out of me. It was then that I finally pulled out, shooting a huge load all over Joanna's face. Class was over.

We got up, snapped to, and took in the scene: a nude black girl, stretched out on a pool table in a bar after closing time, panting and her face covered in cum.

"We gotta get her off the table before she stains it."

I picked her up like it was our wedding night, except I was taking her across the threshold of the men's room. I took out my cuffs and chained her to the urinal, her too exhausted to put up any resistance. Sherri was curious: "what are you up to?"

It was then I pulled my cock out. Joanna came to. "What are you do..." Before she could finish, a long stream of piss hit her in the face, washing off the cum. She gagged and started shaking. After I was finished, I unlocked her and let her drop to the floor, shivering and coughing.

I walked out of the men's room. "You'll have to take her home tonight." I said to Sherri. "Oh fucking thanks! I've always wanted a naked piss girl in my house!" "Hey, this was your idea." I reminded her. "Hose her off in the sink and let her dry off while you do the rest of the closing. I know you got the janitor coming in tomorrow morning, he can handle the bathroom."

"Yeah, he'll wonder why it smells worse than usual."

The next day, I went to Sherri's place. "Well, look who's here! Piss boy!" She gloated. "You really pushed her last night. I let her shower and all she wanted to do was collapse in my bed."

When I went into the bedroom, Joanna was still dead asleep. "Wake up, baby." I nudged, "I'm taking you home."

10 minutes later, I was driving with her back to my place, her still in the bikini/tee-shirt combo from the night before.

"It took awhile to wash the piss out of my dreads, you know."

"Tough luck." I wasn't about to apologize. "What did you make of it?"

"It was the most humiliating moment of my life."

A beat passed.

"... and I loved it."

The next day, I got a call. It was Charles. We met in prep school when he was a well-born rich kid and I was a working class townie there on a scholarship. I cleared up legal issues for him now and then, which he remunerated with favors under the table.

"Listen, I'm out of the country next week, and I sent the help home. I was wondering if you wanted to house sit the estate while I was gone."

I was taken aback for a second: his family estate was an isolated 2 story mansion surrounded by a wall, with a pool and a forest of banana trees for a backyard. Of course the answer was yes.

I quickly thought of Joanna: "Mind if I bring a friend?"

"Sure, as long as she isn't a meth head!"

"Thanks for your vote of confidence!" I laughed.

"Kidding! I've seen your work in the past; I'm sure she's worth the trouble!"

I drove to Charles' downtown office, where we caught up and went over the details of the house. He gave me the keys and had one last question: "the girl wouldn't be Sherri, would it?"

"No, but now that you mention her, I may bring her along."

Charles got serious: "Me and my big fucking mouth! Okay, bring her along, but keep an eye on her, will you?"

I left the office and stopped at the bar; Sherri was bartending. "Guess who I just saw? Charles!"

"That asshole? What's he up to?"

"That asshole just gave me the keys to the estate for a weekend."

"Holy shit! Can you bring me along?" Sherri's misgivings about Charles went out the window; she never liked him, but she loved his house.

I teased her: "I don't know, I mean, he's an asshole and all..."

"Oh come on! I'll even let you bring Joanna along! You could have a whole new place to piss on her!"

"Mighty generous of you, but I'll be calling the shots."

"You'll be fucking both of us, is what you're saying."

"Pretty much."

When I got home, I called Joanna and gave the details. She worked backline in one of the French Quarter restaurants; business was dead during the summer, and I figured she could get a couple extra days off easily if she put in a request. She got excited about the prospect of a private pool where she could swim in the nude. I was more excited than her.

I picked her up for the trip. I went into her apartment, a tiny studio in the Pearl that barely fit her bed. I offered to put her up in a bigger place, but she was adamant about not being anyone's mistress; "besides, you have some baggage with Sherri y'all need to work out". Fair enough. All she had for luggage was a toothbrush and a few clean shirts and gym shorts. No panties.

"Is Sherri coming?" she asked. "Maybe... she's got the address." I lied. Sherri wasn't coming with us, but I know she'd probably beat us there.

Sure enough, when we pulled up, Sherri was sitting on the steps of the place, a house that looked like an Uptown Greek Revival moved to the middle of nowhere.. Maybe it was; Charles's family could afford to do that.

"About time you got here, lardass!" She laughed; "I beat you here in that!" She pointed at the ancient Toyota she drove. It was indeed impressive that she got that far in it. She was wearing a striped t-shirt with no bra and shorts. She was slathered in suntan lotion already to protect her fair skin. She kissed me deeply and said "let's get in there! You too, baby!" swatting Joanna on the ass. She didn't have much luggage either, just a couple shirts and some underwear.

The place was both comfortable and intimidating: the age and size gave it a grandeur, but the location and overall lived-in feel made it homey, if you're used to a home that big. I'd been there plenty of times, but the girls took a tour, giggling and yelling like school kids: "look at this bedroom! There's a gym in here, too!"

The backyard was the piece de resistance, if you could call a place that big a "yard": a huge pool surrounded by an acre of banana trees and a high wall. The humidity had dropped, making the weather perfect for lounging by the pool, along with some other things. The girls pulled off what little clothes they had on and jumped in, yelling and splashing each other. I wanted a pretext to leave them alone for a little while. "I need to top off the tank, so I'm going to the gas station for a minute." "Take your time, we're not going anywhere", Joanna said assertively. Sherri was rubbing off on her, literally and figuratively.

I did go get some gas and a bag of ice, but I took my time. I wanted to give them time to start working on each other. I wasn't disappointed when I got back. Joanna was on the corner of the pool, her legs spread, a head of red hair going up and down on her pussy. Sherri worked fast. "Hey, save some for me!" I yelled, stripping down and jumping into the deep end, swimming up, pulling Sherri off by the hair and diving into Joanna's pussy with my tongue, darting in out of her, distracting me from how good the water felt. Sherri hopped out of the pool and began sucking Joanna's nipples, working on one while pinching the other with her left hand, making her gasp and wince. I stopped and let the girls move to a beach lounger, Sherri going down on Joanna while I got on my knees, running my tongue in and out of Sherri's ass. "Goddammit! Fuck me! Fuck me now!" she blurted, her defenses down. She moved up on the chair, her breasts in Joanna's face. Joanna began sucking her tits and I began working my way into Sherri's pussy, a tangle of red pubic hair that hadn't been shaved for awhile. The walls of her pussy gripped my cock; she groaned as I went deeper. Joanna moved down and started tonguing her clit while I rammed in and out. When I was fully in, Joanna started licking and sucking my balls. It was going to be tough not to cum right away. My hands on her hips pulled her back and forth, her ass shaking with every thrust. One hand moved to her tits, pinching a nipple and making her yelp.

I held out for half an hour, finally coming long and hard into her, my cock ramming in sync with each shot of cum. Joanna had stepped aside by then, letting me have my time with Sherri. I finally pulled out, letting Sherri catch her breath, still on her knees.

When she finally got up, she walked to the cabana to shower off, dazed and limping, with my cum running down her thighs. "Are you going with her?" I asked Joanna. "No. Big girl can take care of herself. I said you two had unfinished business, and y'all just proved it with that fuck show. I've seen alley cats go at it with less noise."

"Don't worry, your turn is coming."

"Oh I know; I'm looking forward to what you two have to throw at me. Is there another pool table I gotta worry about?"

I went inside to wash off. I could've gone to the cabana, but I wanted Sheri to have some time to herself. We hadn't been here an hour, and I already fucked her into a stupor; I wondered what the next couple days would bring.

That night we ate dinner; a delicious recipe Joanna learned from work. We went back out and lounged in the pool with a cooler full of beer for a few hours before crashing. Me and the girls in a tangle of naked flesh, sleeping in a king-size bed together. I slept the deepest sleep I've ever had.

The next morning, I woke up with Sherri playfully bobbing up and down on my erect cock. "I knew that would wake you up!" she said, following it up with the start of a handjob before I told her to stop. I had to piss, and besides, I wanted to save my cum for later in the day. "Where's our girl?" "She went out to explore the jungle out there." Sherri gestured towards the backyard. "You didn't want to go with her?" "No, I figured you'd want to hunt her down and have some fun with her on your own. I may show up if it gets loud, though." She had an eager look on her face. "I'll let you have her after I'm done." I promised.

I got up to piss. Afterwards, I went to the kitchen and made an early lunch. Sherri grabbed a morning beer and strolled naked around the house, her pale skin now turning brown from the sun. She slathered sunscreen on herself; I helped with her back. "I almost wish you wore a bikini; tanlines get me off." "Yeah, but my bush never gets enough sun, does it? I was going to shave it, but I knew how much you like red."

I nodded to the back door. "I like black too. I'm going to see what she's up to."

I went to the back door.

"Hey, Joanna, where are you?" I yelled. "I'm in the trees! It's beautiful back here!" The image of her nude among the banana trees made me go back to the kitchen. I grabbed a bottle of olive oil and headed towards the backyard.

The sight of her wasn't just sexy; it was primal. Seeing her sweaty dark skin, leaning against a banana tree: she looked like Eve before the fall. I approached her, naked with my cock erect, holding the bottle in my right hand. Her eyes widened: after the pool table incident, she knew what it was for.

I grabbed her by her hair and kissed her deeply, my hand moving to her breasts, then down to her pussy. She grabbed my cock and started stroking it, before dropping to her knees and sucking it eagerly, her head backed into the tree while I thrusted in and out of her mouth.

I pulled out and commanded her to get on her knees, right there in the dirt. She obeyed. I spread her ass apart, licking and spitting on her asshole until it was lubed with my saliva. I knew it wouldn't be enough. I poured some oil on my fingers and worked them in: first one, then two. Her moans let me know she was ready for surrender.

I poured more oil on my hands and rubbed down my cock, getting it good and lubed. I then put the head up to her asshole, slowly working it in. Her ass cheeks tightened and she gasped. I slowly entered, gently thrusting in an inch at a time. She turned her head, an intensity in her eyes: "Fuck my ass! Fuck it!" she growled.

I complied. I was fully in, my thrusts becoming faster and faster, her moans turning into yelling and grunts. My hands on her hips pulling her in and out, Her cheeks clamping on my cock.

I lost track of time when I pulled out and came on her back and ass; her body was now smeared with cum and dirt. She lay there hyperventilating, all raw earth and animal lust.

I took her hand, pulled her up, and walked her back to the house. Sherri was in the pool. "Jesus! If it ain't Tarzan and Jane!" She laughed. We were both covered in dirt, with my cum all over Joanna on top of it. This time, I wouldn't wash it off with my piss. Her walk also indicated that her ass was smarting from the pounding it just got. She went to the shower in the cabana, turned it on full blast, and sat on the floor letting the water wash over her. I got in with her, getting the dirt off me, my half-erect cock at her eye level. She looked up with a sign of surrender in her eyes. I got down on the floor and kissed her.

I went inside and found a nude Sherri in the gym, playing around with the weights. "How's she doing?" She asked. "I don't know, she's on the floor of the shower, looking dazed." "Your first ass-pounding will do that!" she said, knowingly. She nodded to the weight bench she was sitting on: "I'm not getting anywhere with that thing. I got another use for it." She then took my cuffs and locked herself to the bench, her legs spread by the weight bars. "Take your mind off her and get the flogger out."

I went for the flogger, but I also had 10 feet of clothesline rope I planned to have fun with too. I came back and began roping her tits in a circle 8 pattern, cutting off the blood; "God damn, that burns!" she said, the rope cutting into her. Her breasts were purple now from the circulation being cut off. It was now the moment when I got the flogger out and started whipping her. I first brought the cat o' nine tails down on her stomach, leaving red welts across her midriff. Her eyes started tearing up, leaving a trail of mascara. I then started flogging her roped tits, now swollen and blue from the lack of blood. The leather slashed into them, over and over, until her eyes began to roll back and saliva ran from her mouth. I then moved south, finally bringing the whip down on her red haired pussy, a few good swats between her legs bringing the session to a close. It was then I saw Joanna from the corner of my eye; she was watching from the doorway, taking it in. It was only fair that she'd get her turn. I walked over and handed the whip to her: "I'm done, but no need for you to sit it out."

She silently took the flogger and began bringing it down on Sherri, who was beyond feeling anything at this point. She took her second whipping without complaint, until the welts began to cover her body. I stopped Joana, unlocked Sherri, and carried her to the bathroom. Joanna ran ahead and turned the shower on for her. It was Sherri's turn to sit on the shower floor under the water now, Joanna cradling her in her arms and kissing her. I got in, kissed Sherri and brushed my hand across her stomach; she winced.

I got up and gave them their time alone: two girls who had been pushed hard the same day. I went to bed, and they eventually crawled in with me, exhausted, yet satisfied.

We left the next morning, letting Sherri get a head start so we could pick her up if her jalopy broke down. When we got back to the Black Pearl, she invited me up to her place. She had been quiet the whole ride, and I suspected she had something she wanted to discuss.

We got to her place. She got out of her clothes, put a pot of coffee on, and sat on the couch naked. "I'm moving out to the west coast." she said. "The restaurant business is burning me out here, and I can't afford the off season." I asked her what she would do out there. "Probably restaurants again, but on the manager's end of it. I've had enough of the backline." I tried to talk her out of it, but what argument did I really have? My only real agenda was to keep her here and me and Sherri to continue fucking her. I wished her luck.

We wound up in her bed and had a long slow fuck, each of us knowing it may be our last together. It began with her sucking my cock and ended with me drilling her pussy until I came in her. It was genuinely affectionate, as opposed to the boundary-testing of the previous couple days. We lay in bed afterwards, her head on my chest.

After a couple hours, I got up, showered, and put my clothes on. I gave her one last long kiss, said goodbye, and walked out, closing the door behind me.

In a couple days, she was gone. She was serious, and I knew better than to try to contact her. She had her life, and she didn't need anyone stalking her. I had her number, but I knew if she wanted to contact me, she could.

It was about 6 months later that we found out what she was up to. I got a call from Sherri. "Come over here. I got something you'll want to see."

She met me at the door in nothing but a robe. We had been fucking regularly, but she still liked using a vibrator to online porn, and it looked like she had been in the middle of a session. "I found our girl. I think we trained her a little too well." On her laptop was a video of a porn model calling herself "Pearl Black". It was Joanna.

She was naked on all fours, on the floor of a dungeon set. Three muscular big-cocked white guys were pounding every hole she had. Two were fucking her ass and pussy, the one with the biggest cock taking her anally. The one in front of her was jack-hammering her mouth until he came, shooting a stream of cum across her face. He pulled her head up by her dreadlocks. "You belong to me now."

She looked right into the camera, cum dripping off her. She didn't glance away.

"Yes, sir."