Isobel 4 - Zoe has a Secret

Isobel Denver closed her eyes. Her face was a picture of concentration and her body tensed as she felt a wave of desire move through her. Her breathing was audible as her hand moved fast. Pleasing herself with her new black sex-toy.

It was a repeat of the events of the previous night and that was no coincidence. On the screen of her lap-top was the now familiar image of a dark hand. The proof that 'Sir' was present and watching her. Isobel had never lived a wild life, at least until the last couple of weeks, but she had also never been a nun. It wasn't so unusual for her to masturbate but on this occasion she had an additional second motive. No-one watching her, especially the one person who was actually watching her, could fail to interpret the signs of increasing passion. They were genuine, Isobel wasn't that good an actress, but in their absence they would have had to be simulated. This was not just for her pleasure - this was a performance.

The day had fallen into its usual pattern, a pattern that would have been utterly extraordinary only a few weeks ago. She had exercised, following the prescribed routine set down by 'Sir', making sure to video all as proof for him. She had jogged and returned home to find the parcel from 'Sir' on her doorstep. Then she had tried to get some work done but it was difficult when your mind was constantly straying onto other matters. Once she had almost managed it only to be interrupted by a phone call from Zoe - announcing that she would be back tomorrow. Just hearing the voice had set her mind running again and she had abandoned her effort at research. Instead she had plunged once again into her treasure-trove of erotic stories.

The day could pass incredibly quickly once she had made that particular decision. She had barely managed to eat before she found herself needing to be ready for her evening video call to 'Sir'.

***

His first question was about the parcel and whether it had been delivered. She was able to show him it and thus also prove that she had followed his instructions and left it unopened.

"You can open it now."

Inside was a smaller box and a much larger one. She recognised the branding on each. The recognition moved things up a notch. She wasn't exactly in poverty but she hadn't the sort of money to throw around on names like these.

"I'm not sure I can...

"They're yours," his voice cut her protest off with a definite finality. "I'm thinking a fine piece deserves the best."

"Yes but how much did they cost?"

"Thass my business. I ain't hurting for it and you ain't got to worry. Dime like you ain't never gonna starve. The point is - you want to open them up and check them out?"

Well - yes, yes of course. So she did. The Tiffany's box and Peretti branding suggested there was something rather special inside. 60mm hoops in white gold with a diamond at the ear. They were elegant and undeniably beautiful.

"They are wonderful but I can't..."

"You take them and I'll know you one of my girls." A simple statement but the implication was obvious. 'Sir' did things his way. If you didn't like that then he didn't need you wasting his time. He wanted her to own these and so...

"Thank you Sir. They are beautiful."

"Thass more like it. Its all on your account girl. Checked out the other pair?"

She hadn't even noticed the second item in that smaller box. It was clearly jewellery too but without any prestigious names proudly displayed She opened the box and saw another pair of hoops. 'Sir' clearly wasn't lying when he said he liked them. There were even larger than the Peretti's but that wasn't the only difference. They were larger, somewhere near 70 or even 80 mm. Instead of white gold and diamonds they were silver plating and cubic zirconia, lots of cubic zirconia. If the first pair were classic elegance the second were the purest unapologetic bling.

"With them training hoops you was wearing yesterday you have kind of got a full outfit now - a set for just about every occassion. That's good because my girls pretty much always are in hoops. You all know how much I enjoy that."

Again he wasn't coming out and saying it but he knew that she understood. Once they knew how to please him then 'Sir' expected his girls to act accordingly. They didn't need to be ordered to do it - they did it because they wanted to be his girl. Isobel understood that all instinctively, decoded it all from the silky smoothness of that rich deep voice coming through her speakers.

"Open the other box."

This box was branded too so it didn't contain any great surprises. Just an immaculate pair of Louboutin Pigalle heels. Nothing outrageous - but undeniably beautiful in design and manufacture. When her ex-husband had bought her heels as a present they had considered Louboutin but he had said it was crazy to spend that sort of money on a pair of shoes. She had thought he was right at time but they did look amazing.

"Thass how I like my girls - in hoops and heels."

'Sir' was testing her and she knew it. He presumably expected her to pass since he had invested so much into this delivery. This had not come cheap. Yet he was testing her none the less and she knew why. It was because he enjoyed it. He enjoyed his girls understanding his desires and working to meet them. He enjoyed how much they, how much she, wanted to please him.

Because she did want to please him. At a deep level, coming from her very essence. Since she had first contacted him she had felt a bond between them, not an equal bond but a very strong one none the less

That was why she reached up and began to undo her blouse. Did not stop until she had removed all of her clothing. Replaced them with only her new designer ear-rings and footwear. She knew he was watching her every movement, tried to make each of those movements fluid and sensual. Just the thought of his eyes on her made her feel so good - the knowledge that he desired her, that he wanted her. There was a power in that, a power that made her heart thump and her blood race.

Her relationship with 'Sir' was unambiguous. He knew all about her and she knew almost nothing about him. Not even his name. 'Sir' called the shots and she obeyed but that wasn't because she had to. It was because she wanted to. She had discovered that making 'Sir' happy, making him proud, was deeply satisfying. It filled a big gap that there had been in her life. Filled it and then spread over into all parts of her. It had been so quick but now these moments on cam with 'Sir' were what she lived for

"Fuck girl but you never disappoint. Some girls are so fine you just know they're made to be Blacked."

She didn't know how to respond to that so she didn't. She just basked in his compliment. How was it that a few crude words from men like 'Sir' and Jerome seemed to mean more that all the compliments of her husband or any white man? She didn't know the answer to that either but it didn't alter the fact that they did.

"You watched the video." A comment by him rather than a question.

"Yes."

"How did you watch it?"

That was a question but what answer did he expect? Isobel didn't know so she just told the truth. "Well I just sat in my chair here - it was right after talking to you. Then I watched it and after a while..."

She paused and expected him to urge her on but he didn't. He just waited.

She cleared her throat. "So, um, I was watching and sort of enjoying it. Wondering if any of it was really genuine or was it just some scripted thing."

"So you come to a realization on that?"

"It was real." Her voice was definitive on that point. "I know it was real because... well certain things about it made me know it was real." She had almost blurted out about Zoe but she still had enough discretion not to want to expose all of her secrets.

"What about the men? DeSean is a real favorite with you white girls."

"I can see why but I preferred Jerome. He just had a sort of swagger about him, a confidence you know."

'Sir' gave his low pleased rumble of a laugh. "Oh yeah - I've known Jerome getting on for twenty years. That man was never short of confidence. Got him into trouble sometimes but believe me he has brains too. Not just street smarts. So our beautiful, classy, Isobel likes her men to be 'street' huh. Well, well. You'd be picking Jerome to be your man then."

"No."

"No?" For the first time the tone of his voice changed. She had surprised him and she liked that.

"No." Again her voice was assured. "I want the third man - the man with the camera. He'd be my man - if I got the choice." She was pleased to hear that her voice didn't quaver. She wanted him to know that she had thought about this and was deadly serious.

He laughed again. "You didn't even see the third man. Besides, remember that he ain't no easy option. He taught Jerome all he knows. Might be as well he's been out of the contest a few years. Give him a sweet piece like you and things could get real intense. Might be a little rich for your whitebread blood."

He was using the third person but 'Sir' was talking about himself. They each knew that and what's more they each knew that the other knew it too.

"With him - with you - I wouldn't be whitebread long. That's why I want to be yours."

He didn't laugh this time. "Careful what you wish for girl. Might be we'll see whether you can back up those brave words. Not that I didn't enjoy hearing them."

Isobel smiled as she saw his camera tilt a little. She knew what was coming. He pushed his pants down and pulled out his cock. It was very big, beautifully Black and wonderfully hard - hard, as she understood, for her. Hard at the prospect of her giving herself to him. Not just for sex but - she tried to remember his words in the video.

"I want you to own me - body, mind and soul. All of me." She was proud to hear her own voice - firm and resolute. Not so whitebread after all!

A dark hand slowly stroked that big cock on screen. "You did watch the video - thass good. Nothing sexier than potential. So you just sit and watch all that time?"

He knew- of course he knew. Just one benefit of his experience. It made it easier for her too. You weren't really admitting something when the other person already knew.

"I got excited watching and I, well, I used what you sent me."

"Show me." He'd used that imperative phrase before and she no more thought of disobeying it than before. Instead she reached into her draw and found her sex-toy where she had cleaned it and put it away the previous night. It had been good then with the images on screen exciting her. It was better now. Much better - because she knew he was watching her.

So Isobel Denver found herself masturbating for the entertainment of a Black man whose name she did not know. Felt the excitement surge through her body as she knew he was watching her, enjoying her beauty and, yes, her obvious desire to please. Found herself closing her eyes to imagine herself where her friend Zoe had been in the video. On her knees with a powerful, confident, Black man claiming her. Felt the much greater rush of desire and longing and need take her over the top and leave her crying out and panting for air.

Isobel opened her eyes. Despite her nakedness she felt warm and knew the blood was in her cheeks. The cock had gone from her screen and once more there was just a hand.

"Well aren't you full of surprises. Real cute when you cum too. A little quiet though. What was it got you off?"

"At the end - when Jerome put the collars on. That was hot."

'Sir' sighed. A few moments later an object was placed on the desk in view of his camera. It was a black leather collar with words picked out in sliver lettering.

' M. A. C. K.'

"Like I say - I taught him everything he knows. Didn't teach him everything mind."

"That's your name - Mack?"

"Not back in church or with the Government. It's just what folks call me. You want to call me that?"

"No sir - I prefer sir."

Mack did laugh at that. "Yeah - you got potential girl. Like that last dime on the video - you remember her? The blonde. Zoe. She reminded me of you. Real sweet on the eye but that only gets you so far. Combine it with a certain spirit and willingness to learn and we have a real good time for a man like Jerome - or a man like me." He paused and tapped the collar. "Zoe really earned this. Had the total package except for she was a little lacking in the titty department. Told her what she needed to attract the Black man and she didn't hesitate. When a girl has a good attitude like that, a real readiness to please, a man like Jerome is going to test that to the limit. Girls like Zoe enjoy that. Who knows maybe girls like you too?"

"Maybe." There, after it all, her voice let her down a little. She knew that he noticed the fact - it seemed Mack noticed everything. She tried to recover. "At least I don't need to worry about that." She shook her upper body a little - drawing his attention to her breasts. A well-formed 34C they had always attracted plenty of male attention and absolutely no complaints. In the past they had sometimes been a cause of embarrassment but that seemed ages ago now.

"They are real fine," said Mack, "but in my experience there ain't a fine pair of white girl titties wouldn't look better for being bigger - one way or the other."

"Or the other?"

"Dr Nikola does a fine job, maybe the best there is, but white titties always look best when they nice and full of milk. Especially when they all ready for feeding a Black baby. Of course you can always do both."

Isobel had learned many things from their cam sessions. One was the fact that Mack had a certain tone to his voice when he was enjoying testing a woman. His voice had that tone now. So she knew that was what this was but she just didn't know how to respond.

Mack allowed the silence to hang for a few seconds and then laughed. It seemed that no response had been an acceptable response. Well maybe. Unless she had given something away, something non-verbal. She knew that Mack was always watching her closely. If she had given any such signals then Mack had approved of them.

"I enjoyed watching you with that toy but maybe we need to trade you up girl. I'll get something to you tomorrow. Help with your training and your exercises. With you tomorrow at 8."

The cam session had raced by. They always did. They were usually thirty minutes - the longest had been forty. She knew why. Mack would be setting up another session with another possible recruit now. A white woman didn't become Mack's girl - she became one of his girls. That was unspoken but obvious. Except that didn't really matter because Isobel was only doing cam sessions here. Even as she told herself that she made the obvious correction. She was only doing cam sessions so far.

***

The man on the motorbike wasn't afraid of being noticed. He was revving up the big engine of his machine and apparently making sure that everyone in the quiet suburb knew that he was there.

Isobel closed her lap-top in frustration. It was pretty much impossible to work anyway given the state her head was in. Talking to Mack always worked that way. In the evening it was fun and exciting. Challenging too - she knew Mack had a lot of 'projects' and she was aware that he wouldn't waste time on those that he suspected would not pan out. So she wanted to please him and certainly never to disappoint him. That way the cam sessions would keep happening.

However, it was the following day that you remembered some of the little comments and suggestions that Mack made. When they could run wild if you were a woman with certain fantasies. It made it almost impossible to concentrate fully on anything else. So with all that noise outside she had no chance of working.

Isobel moved to the front of the house and looked outside. No wonder it was so loud - he was parked right in front of the house. The rider was in full black leathers and his full-face helmet had its visor down. Riding pillion was a familiar figure who shook out her long blonde hair as she took her own helmet off.

Before she knew it Isobel had gone to the door and opened it. Maybe it was the surprise allied to the fact that she had always been very nervous about motorbikes. You heard about accidents so often. Seeing Zoe on the back of a big machine like that was a real shock.

The man - by his physique he was very clearly a man - had opened storage on the back of her bike and Zoe took out her bag. It was replaced with her helmet and leathers. She waved to the bike's rider. He returned the salute and prepared to leave. At that moment he noticed Isobel for the first time and nodded to her. Then the bike was gone - strangely seeming quieter when in motion than it had been outside her window.

Zoe came up and gave her a hug. Which was nice but didn't explain the fact that she'd come home on a motorbike.

"I thought you were coming back on the transit."

"I was - until Jerome offered to give me a ride." Zoe had a wicked little smile on her face but that didn't really register with Isobel. That name 'Jerome' garnered all of her attention. She knew who Jerome was. The deeply sexy and impressive Black man who she had seen put his crew's collar on Zoe in that recent video.

The recollection sent her glance straight to Zoe's neck but the younger woman had been wearing a baggy sweater under her borrowed leathers. It effectively hid her neck and that wasn't all. It also hid the curves of her upper body.

Spring might be on its way but it still couldn't be called warm. Wearing a sweater was hardly the most surprising choice. However, Isobel knew that it wasn't being worn for warmth but rather for its qualities of concealment. She tore her eyes back up to Zoe's face.

"Who is this Jerome - your boyfriend?" She tried to keep her tone flippant.

Zoe giggled and her face was suffused with the purest pleasure. "Not yet but maybe he's working on it."

Isobel let that pass. It seemed sucking a man's cock didn't make him your boyfriend nowadays. Well, she realised, in certain circles that might well be the case. If she sucked Mack's cock then she'd be his woman but he wouldn't be her boyfriend. Men like Mack and Jerome weren't 'boys' in any sense and surely didn't align with those sorts of white suburban definitions and understandings.

"Hey Izzy you look miles away," Zoe was laughing again, "I know Jerome's a hunk but no need to go overboard!"

The blonde leaned down to pick up her bag and then preceded Isobel back into the house. She was talking nine to the dozen and clearly still on a mini-high from enjoying the ride home with Jerome. Probably also still excited by all of her 'adventures' while she had been away. Had there been any doubts left in Isobel's mind then as Zoe leaned down for her bag the barest glimpse of black leather around her neck had removed them.

***

"Muthafucka's late. Not too much of a fucking surprise. Trust a cracka to fuck up." The voice was clearly coming over a phone and sounded pissed off.

"Cool down Ty. The poor dumb fuck just thinks he's taking his girl to catch a ride. Ain't got a clue just what sort of a ride!" That second voice was in person.

"Yeah thass fine but even a white boy should be able to read a fucking time-table. Meanwhile we got you stuck out over there in whitebread city. You drawing any heat over there?"

The camera swung around showing a wooden palling fence and beyond it a double rail-track. Nobody was in sight. "All quiet out here man. Just a few folks on the platform and still a few minutes till our train. Besides, no-one's gonna be surprised to see me waiting here - even Calvinton has uber."

"True, true. Fuck but you're a lucky bastard, You seen the picture this piece sent us. Fucking fine as fuck."

"That's the cut of the cards my brotha. Besides, you know how this plays. You'll be getting a taste soon enough. Not like you short of pussy!"

There was the unmistakable sound of a train coming down the tracks and the man swung his phone to capture it pulling into the station past boards marked 'Calvinton'.

"Now we getting there. Talk to you later brotha." He ended the call with a gentle laugh to himself. Then he reached across to his passenger seat for the marker pen and a large piece of cardboard laid there. He carefully wrote the word 'JULIE' in large, bold, black lettering.

He swung his legs back out of the open door of his vehicle and stood up holding the sign down at his side. He'd done much the same a thousand times but not too often with such a sense of anticipation.

People had got off the train and moved to their own vehicles or to the cab rank. No-one paid him any more mind than he was paying them. He was waiting on that next Northbound train.

A few minutes later that eagerly awaited train duly arrived and he stood by his vehicle once more with the makeshift sign propped on his car's hood. In that position it would be easily visible to anyone coming out of the station's main exit.

Several people did get off the train and come past him. It was far from rush hour and there had been more people travelling the other way but the man ignored them all.

Even through the screen of her lap-top Isobel could sense the tension. Despite the fact that she had seen this particular video twice before. All of the others were 'one and done' but she really enjoyed this one. It dated from six months before but from her first watch this morning it had captured her attention.

The man let the departing passengers stream by him and held up his sign. His eyes scanned the faces coming off the platform. "I wonder..." he spoke low as the last of the passengers passed him. Despite the fact the station looked empty now he still stood tall and held up his sign.

This was a part of the video that Isobel loved. The station looked empty but she knew that it was not. Another passenger had got off the Northbound. So why hadn't that passenger left with all the rest? Isobel could guess.

This was a big moment for that passenger. Potentially a life-changing moment. They wanted to be sure and checking out the man with the sign before he saw them was a very sensible precaution. There was also the fact that they perhaps didn't want to be seen meeting him. The man might be posing as a driver making a pick-up but he was still a tall, impressive, African-American man.

He only stood there waiting for perhaps half a minute after the last of the other passengers had gone. However, it always seemed longer to Isobel as she watched and it must have felt an age to him.

"Oh yeah - worth the wait." The words were spoken under his breath as he held his homemade sign up one last time. He moved his phone so its camera could pick her up as she came out of the building. There was real pleasure in those five words and a sense of relief too. Isobel really liked that.

"Hey baby - you're Julie right?"

He didn't really need to ask She matched her photo, if anything she surpassed it, and she'd also clearly seen his sign. There was a look on her face that Isobel could recognise and that the man clearly identified too.

Barely suppressed excitement. It radiated from the young woman like a halo and Isobel thought that she knew why. She could imagine being in that suburban rail station and waiting for the others to leave while all of the time being able to look out and see the man waiting for her. The thoughts rushing through her mind as she understood what he represented and what he might mean. The moment of steeling herself before she took that first step and moved outside to where he would see her. A first step that would signal that she had made her decision.

Isobel could imagine all of that - could imagine how that might feel. However, the woman on the screen did not need to imagine. She had taken that train and got off at the station and then waited before stepping out to meet him. A series of decisions that were no accident, no mistake and the result of no spur of the moment confusion. She was there because she wanted to be there and her strength in making those decisions left her thrilled and excited. Isobel wanted to feel what the young woman at that moment ws feeling. So different from how her last few years had been. She wanted it and the video was proof that she could have it - if she was brave like Julie. It was an inspiring but daunting thought. It was also why she loved this video so much. Even to the point of watching it with the sound low as Zoe was busy in her room just down the hall.

"Hi," Julie answered him. "You're Josh yes. I'm sorry I'm so late. My, er..."

"I'm Josh. Don't worry about it - I got your message so I stayed around. Maybe you should tell me why were you late?"

Julie hesitated. For a moment she looked straight into the camera lens. She had told him in the message but she knew he was filming their meeting. She quickly understood that he wanted her to say it for the video.

"My boyfriend was giving me a lift to the train. We don't normally use this line and he couldn't find parking so we missed the train I'd planned to catch."

"So tell me baby - this boyfriend of yours. He a white boy?"

"Yes."

"He know what you here for?"

"He thinks it's a study trip." She smiled at him, a conspiratorial smile. A smile that said that her old boyfriend was indeed at the end of the line. Even if he didn't know it yet.

He gave a pleasant, pleased, little laugh. "Well who knows maybe we'll teach you something at that." He opened the passenger door for her. "Get in baby."

It wasn't only his laugh that sounded pleased. Every word he spoke and probably every movement he made were suffused with his pleasure at meeting her. He had checked her out and he very obviously approved. A fact that was clearly giving additional confidence to Julie. Either that or she was a very good actress.

The man, Josh, had very little cause not to be pleased. Julie was a beautiful young woman and she had clearly made sure to look good for him. Had her soon to be ex-boyfriend wondered why for a simple study trip? Perhaps he just hadn't noticed and just maybe that was a strong clue as to why she was here.

The trees in the background confirmed that the video was from a few months before. Fall rather than Spring. Her clothing showed that too. No need for thick coats, gloves or hats but Summer had gone enough for her to wear a cute little fur-collared powder pink jacket. It was waist-length and below it she wore light-blue pants or leggings of a stretch material. They were slim-cut at the thighs but allowed to flare a little at the ankles. Just the sort of retro look that, to judge by Zoe, the local students were into this year. Of course she might actually be an impoverished student - if you ignored her black leather kitten-heeled ankle boots. They didn't look like copies and the real deal were not cheap.

Julie's eyes flicked to the camera again as Josh got back into the driving seat. "Do you record all of this?" She nervously ran her hand through her shoulder length dark brown hair as she spoke.

"Oh yes." Josh's voice was smooth but assertive. "Just so it's real clear everyone is here because they want to be. Talking of which..."

His dark hand reached out and pressed a button on his vehicle's entertainment system. Julie's voice had a distinctly cultured, probably expensively educated, speech pattern and now it was echoed by her voice coming out of Josh's speakers.

"Hello - is that (a name was bleeped out)." There was a pause and then a nervous laugh. "My name is Julie and I'm not sure what to say. Just that I've been talking with a friend about... Well you know what about. It's really exciting and I'd like to know more and that's why I'm calling you. It's something I've thought about for a long time but until Zoe told me about this I never imagined I could ever actually well..." Another nervous laugh was cut off by the man pressing the button one more.

"So," his voice was deep but pleasant, "you sent that message, you talked to my friend, you've done like you was asked and now you are here. You want that lift home or are you ready to tell me what you are here for?"

"I'm here," again a moment's hesitation, "because I wanted to meet you, to meet Black men. I want to... fuck Black men." The last sentance started normally but the last three words were said with extra determination and a little more volume.

"That right," the amusement was in his voice again, "well let's see what you've got to offer." His dark hand moved to her jacket and began undoing its buttons. One, two, three and then he could move the jacket aside. All the time she was watching him, her eyes apparently gazing into his face. As if she couldn't quite believe this was happening, as if she was afraid that she might wake up.

Under the jacket she was wearing a crop top that matched her pants. Tightly stretched light blue material covered her breasts but left a delicious cleavage exposed and also a toned, flat, belly.

"Seems you know what a man likes." His words brought a smile to her face, a little more confidence into her expression. She was an attractive young woman and she couldn't have lacked for male attention. However, this had clearly been different. She had dressed to please him but hadn't been sure it would work. After all - this wasn't just any man. This was the man she had dreamed about since she had first learned about sex - her first Black man.

"Your boy friend really thought you were going on a study trip? He must be even dumber than the average white boy."

He laughed a quiet, amused, laugh and she joined in. Nothing brazen or loud but enough to betray the young man left back at home, the young man who had just lost his girlfriend.

"One thing." The laugh was out of his voice now. "You now this ain't no exclusive deal - far from it. Just be aware that we like to share but we don't share with white boys. You getting that? So from now on you gonna be Black only. Understand?"

"From this moment I am Black only." You could see from the look in her eyes, from the intent set of her pretty features, that she was enjoying this, that she was excited by this.

"Fuck yeah," he said, his dark fingers traced a pattern over the flat pale skin of her belly, "you are way too fine for any white boy. You were made for the Black man's enjoyment." The fingers dropped lower and explored inside the waist-band of her pants. "You a good white girl - you do what we asked?"

"Yes." There was a weight of anticipation and acceptance in that one word.

"You keep doing like we say and you going to be real popular baby - gonna be kept real busy. Now let's see." His fingers stretched up the material of her pants to partially reveal for the camera a shaved white pussy. "Oh yes - thass what I'm talking about. A sweet white piece and easy access - now there's a real winner in this man's book."

He let the material fall but his hand pushed deeper underneath it and the camera's microphone captured her gasp of excitement.

The camera moved back to her face and caught real excitement reflected there. Excitement that mixed with nervousness to make an intoxicating blend.

"Make me some space baby."

She understood him and moved her hands to the waistband of her pants. She gently wriggled her body as she pushed the tight material down over her hips and on to the top of her thighs.

A dark hand moved between her legs, a heavy gold ring glinting on one finger. It wasn't a young man's hand any more than his voice was a young man's voice. His fingers brushed over the exposed, naked, lips of her pussy. A finger crooked and found her most sensitive place, his hand moved exerting carefully measured pressure.

"Oh.. oh God," her voice had a shake in it now.

The hand picked up its pace a little and perhaps exerted a little more of that delicious pressure. Not a movement or a moment were wasted. The man knew his business.

The finger crooked a little more and vibrated as his hand cupped her pussy. The camera moved back up to her face. Her eyes were wide open now, light blue and full of wonder. Those talented fingers of his appeared before her - stopped before her mouth.

Neither said anything in that moment but she understood. Opened her mouth and let the fingers in. Licked and sucked them before they returned to their work.

Now he spoke. That same tone of voice. An experienced man who was in command, utterly confident in his abilities. "You're getting it baby. You was nervous when you got here weren't you - nervous about someone seeing you with an African-American, a Black man. Maybe your boyfriend or your daddy would call me something else eh?"

She nodded. Was she confirming her previous nerves or answering the last question? It wasn't clear and he didn't care. He knew how things were, he was a man of experience. It wasn't his first time doing this. Isobel understood that and she was pretty sure that Julie did too. You didn't have his obvious skills at the first try.

"Yeah - you was all cute and shy. Now here you are in a parking lot with me fingering your pussy. Finding out just what the Black man can do for a sweet piece of young white tail like you. Gonna be doing a lot more too ain't we baby. You look all fine and high-class but that pussy ain't lying - it's beautiful and wet and ready ain't it Julie. Thass what you come for ain't it girl."

She nodded, the small even shape of her teeth pressing onto her lower lip.

"Tell me what you came for girl."

"To meet you - to have fun, to have sex."

"That how your friend sold it - tell me properly."

That cute momentary hesitation again but his demand and his still working fingers were undeniable.

"I came to get fucked, to get fucked by a Black man."

"Now tell me how your daddy would say it. Exactly how he'd say it"

"I came to get fucked by a nigger." Her cheeks were red now, from excitement but also from shame. She wasn't supposed to be here, she wasn't supposed to be doing this, she certainly wasn't supposed to use that word.

His fingers appeared again and this time they glistened with moisture. She took them back into her mouth and understood. She was tasting herself on him. That didn't lie, her body didn't lie. Whatever she had been taught, whatever she had been taught to think, this man offered her something to outweigh all of that. He offered her the chance to be herself, to understand and follow her own desires. Isobel could read all of that in the girl's eyes and from her obvious excitement.

"You understand the power of taboo girl, you understand the power of a word? We use that word because our ancestors earned us the right. No-one else got that right except someone like you. You can earn that right - in the right moments and with the right person. You understand?"

She nodded, still sucking on those talented Black fingers and looking at him with her bright blue eyes.

"Yeah I'm thinking you'll be a quick learner. Now take off that jacket."

There was no hesitation now. She pushed her pink jacket back off her shoulders and onto an arm. His dark hand helped her take her arms from its sleeves. Her top had thin straps and from the camera's angle left plenty of side-boob exposed as well as her fine cleavage.

"Now thass what I'm talking about." His fingers stroked across the smooth, perfect, pale skin of her shoulder before his hand cupped her still clothed breast. Now the line shone off a heavy gold wrist-watch as well as his ring. A dark thumb moved over the tight material of her top and was rewarded twice over. First by her smile and then by a small bulge of material pushed forward by a growing nipple. "Looks like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth but I think we got a live one here. That right Julie - you a live one, a girl who likes to be naughty?"

"With the right kind of man." She had apparently forgotten that she was half naked in a parking lot with a man she had met only a few minutes before. Her smile and the light in her eyes were not assumed, there was no pretence going on here.

Isobel watched and Isobel understood. She felt her own body's reaction to Julie's obvious excitement. She knew her own powerful desire to be where the young woman was - to be strong and brave enough to acknowledge who she was, her own desires. Isobel wanted to pleasure herself but she was well aware that Zoe was back home. She needed to be able to shut the lap-top in a second so she would not be discovered. She might have gone much further than she would ever have imagined but she was not as brave as Julie and she certainly didn't want to have to explain her actions to Zoe.

Back on screen Josh's hand moved down Julie's exposed flesh and pushed her pants further down. Beyond her knees until the material fell and gathered around her ankles. Long pale legs were exposed and Josh allowed his hand to move back up her inner thigh.

"You are fine as fuck baby," he said, "there ain't no doubting that. We gonna have a lot of fun. You almost so fine that I forgot what we here for. This might all be life-changing for you white girls but for us it's a contest we want to win. You are claimed for the Stratford Crew as of now. Get your ID and we'll seal the deal." She reached for her jacket and found her ID as his hand was back at her pussy.

She held up the ID for the camera. It was unmistakeably her and neither her name nor her address had been obscured.

"Tell us who you is and what you're here for."

The hesitations had been cute but they were in the past now. Her response came nice and clear, each word savoured as she smiled into the camera. "I'm Julie Bradley and I'm here for Big Black Cock."

"Well fuck it girl you got to reach out for what you're wanting. Don't you know that?"

The ID was tossed back onto her jacket and Julie was almost laughing now, her natural enthusiasm showing through beautifully on camera. That camera shifted a little to show the top of a pair of jeans held by a leather belt. Two white hands reached for them and quickly undid the belt. A moment later and a button and zipper had been dispensed with. The jeans slipped down to reveal his shorts but not for long. Julie was greedy now. She had waited too long already for this moment. She wanted that Black cock.

The shorts bulged and as she manoeuvred them his cock emerged. She reached for it and slim pale fingers grasped his thick dark shaft. One hand could barely reach round half of him and the other joined it. He eased his position in his seat and let his pants and shorts slide clear. Now she could see all of what she had been wanting to see since she had got there.

"That is a fucking Big Black cock," she said. Rather stating the obvious but Josh only gave his low rumble of a laugh. It confirmed the idea that he had been here many times before. Julie was far from the first white girl to discover that, at least in his case, a certain modern myth had rather more truth to it that most white boys liked to admit.

A last delighted look into the camera and Julie was dropping her head down towards his lap. Her hands holding that dark shaft so that she could pop her mouth over its broad head. As she sucked a dark hand pushed aside the thin strap of her top and as her top slipped down moved to caress and fondle her breast.

Julie just sucked away at that Big Black Cock while she looked into the camera or perhaps into the eyes of the man holding it. She moved a hand up and down his shaft as the other held it steady. Sucking on the delicate head of his cock and using her tongue to tease him. She moved a hand to ease his shorts down further and cup his big Black balls.

She kept giving his cock all of her attention, hand and mouth working to keep him hard as a rock. Paused only to push off the second strap of her top and leave both of her breasts exposed. She was right to draw attention to them because they were beautifully proportioned and a good size. Leaning forward she wrapped them around his Black shaft and then sucked at his exposed head.

"Fuck girl you want to make me shoot. I got some more plans for us first." He laughed and gently eased her away from him.

For a moment she was surprised because making him cum was exactly what she had wanted to do. A moment later, however, she smiled - a delicious smile of pure delight and mischief. Proud that she had excited and pleased him enough that he had to call time - for the moment at least.

"Are you going to fuck me now?" Her hand was at her pussy now. Drawing his attention back to it. Making it quite clear that she was his for the asking, that she wanted it that way.

"Oh yeah girl you are surely going to get fucked. Just maybe this ain't the place for it. I got a better idea and its only two minutes away."

"Let's hurry," was all she said.

The image cut to a new location. There were trees to one side and the back of a building on the other. They were out of his vehicle now and you could see that it was a mini-van. It probably had seats in the back usually but they were gone now. Today it was being used for more than just carrying passengers. Blankets had been put down in the back and the doors were open.

If it had taken two minutes to get there then it had clearly only whetted their appetites for the main event. Julie was pushing down her pants as her pulled her top up and over her head. His mouth went to her full, white, breast and his tongue teased her already hard nipple. They had been irresistible but Josh was impatient and wouldn't delay any longer.

He spoke low to the girl and she went to step up into the back of his van. His hands caught her as she stepped up and held her there. His body moved in behind her and the stationary camera caught the moment that she eased her legs apart for him. Josh moved in real close now and bent his knees for a moment before pushing on.

There was a gasp and it was obvious that his cock, or at least the first instalment of it, had claimed her pussy. An almost languid few movements of his hips and she was leaning forward in the van. Hr face almost in those blankets. The camera couldn't catch her face now but Isobel thought that she knew what it looked like. This was a big moment in the young woman's life - perhaps the biggest to date. A moment that divided her time into two clearly defined parts. Before this day and after this day, before Black cock and after Black cock.

Isobel remembered what the man had said earlier and wondered if Julie did too. When he had said that however important the moment was to her for him this was all just part of a game. If she did remember then Julie didn't seem to care. Her hands were holding onto the blankets, her feet planted with her legs apart. Meanwhile that gentle rhythmn back and forward of the Black man's body was eloquent of what was happening. His hands were on her hips, the contrast between his dark fingers and her pale skin captured easily by the camera lens.

His body began to move with a little more purpose but with barely more speed. Always letting her adjust to him, always appearing to have many more gears at his command. Each stroke that little bit longer, his big cock moving forward a fraction at each repetition. reaching and stimulating another part of her, claiming her second by second. Each movement a step further away from her past and towards her future. A first taste of what would soon be life's chief sweetness for her.

His strong arm reached for her and adjusted her position but all of the time that Big Black Cock didn't stop or hesitate. This was a man who knew his business and who knew how to get what he wanted. The better this was for her the more Julie would remember it. Remember her first Big Black Cock and how much better it had been than anything she had known before. After that - well she was a smart girl. She'd always be chasing that same feeling and she'd know how to find it.

She was ready now, perfectly prepared, He hooked his hand under her shoulders and pulled her up towards him. He put his mouth to the soft pink skin of her neck and kissed her. Then he allowed himself to cut loose, to really enjoy this prime piece of white pussy. He quickened his pace but kept each stroke deep and full. Her mouth opened and she gasped. At the same moment he sucked hard on the skin of her neck. Made sure to leave his mark. That would fade quickly but the other impressions he was leaving would not. She would never forget this and would always need more. He held her firmly as he fucked her hard, feeling her body quiver and hearing her moans and finally smiling as she cried out.

Now he shifted his arms to pick her up and move her inside the back of his vehicle. Laid her on her back in the blankets he had prepared there. A pause as he looked down at her and then his body was on top of hers. The rhythmn starting again as her pale legs wrapped around his dark body, keeping him there and trying to draw him deeper.

The camera wasn't at so good an angle now but you could see and hear enough. Two bodies becoming one in a sweaty, almost frantic, dance of sexual fulfilment. No words just the sound of skin on skin, the gasps of the girl and the creaks of the vehicle. Josh was good at what he did but he was still a man and this girl was real hot. Finally there was a grunt of, "Fuck yeah", a little squeal from Julie and it was done. A few more thrusts and finally her legs released him.

"Stay there," he said and he got back out of his vehicle to collect his phone. The camera swung up and its lens focused on Julie framed by the interior of the minivan. She laid there breathing hard, smiling as she saw him.

He moved forward and on screen there was just a well-fucked white pussy. His dark finger appeared and teased until he got what he needed - a glimpse of his seed in her.

The screen went dark and the usual card appeared. 'Score for Stratford confirmed - 10 points for a new recruit, 20 points for a full ID, 5 points for public sex and 1 point for a creampie on camera. A score of 36 points in all. Check DeSV. com for the latest confirmed score.'

Isobel almost jumped out of her chair as she heard Zoe's voice at the front door. Had the bell rung? How long had Zoe been out of her room where Isobel had thought her to be? Her laptop's volume was set at the lowest that she could hear it but did that really mean that it could not be heard outside her room? She tried to pull herself together. She was an adult woman. It was ridiculous to be skulking about like this. She would have to be stronger.

The front door closed with its usual solid thump.

"Parcel for you." That was Zoe and she was clearly headed for this room. Isobel closed her lap-top and took a panicked look around to ensure there was nothing to betray her. All the time knowing how foolish she was being and annoyed to find herself in such a position.

Zoe poked her head into the room and smiled. "They needed a signature but I saw to it." She flourished a foot-long narrow parcel. "I guess you ordered it?"

An odd thing to ask and was there something sly in that smile of Zoe's? Isobel felt even more foolish. Now she was letting herself read nonsense meanings into perfectly normal comments and facial expressions. Zoe could have her secrets if she so desired without suddenly becoming untrustworthy or Machiavellian in general. If she was going to look down on Zoe for having secrets then, quite apart from anything else, it would be gross hypocrisy. Not a trait that Isobel had ever had much time for and certainly not one she would allow to develop in herself,

She had simply answered, "Oh has it arrived. Thanks."

Zoe had looked at the package and then at Isobel. Her smile was still there as she placed it on the desk in front of her friend. She looked like she would say something but in the end just left the room and soon Isobel could hear the sound of food preparations from the kitchen. A timely reminder that Zoe's return might be inconvenient in some ways but there were compensations.

Cooking was no great passion of Isobel but it was fun preparing meals with Zoe. They had got on well before Zoe's trip and Isobel wanted to restore that easy relationship. She would feel responsible if she allowed things to break down. Any estrangement between them wouldn't be down to Zoe's activities but rather to Isobel's prying into them. She knew that.

As a result Isobel was quick to put the parcel away and go out to the kitchen. She spared only a few seconds to check it over and determine what, if anything, had caught Zoe's attention. There was absolutely nothing that she could see. She had to put it down to her over-stimulated imagination and spent the next hour or so with her friend preparing and then eating their meal.

Zoe was just her usual self, bright and vivacious. She was enthusiastic and funny as always with none of the seeming slyness that Isobel thought she had noticed before. It had been as if Zoe had a secret and was enjoying keeping it to herself.

Zoe prepared to load up the dishes into the machine and pushed up the sleeves of her loose sweater. In that moment a huge wave of understanding and relief flowed over Isobel. Now she understood! The 'big secret' was being hidden under that sweater - it was Zoe's trip to the Nikola Clinic. A serious matter no doubt but rather easier than having to address certain other matters. Isobel would deal with the issue only when or if Zoe chose to bring it up. She had meddled enough in her friend's business.

***

"You liked that one huh? Yeah Julie was a real good pick-up for the Stratford crew. As you may have noticed."

His hand was on her screen again. It and his cock were really all she had seen of him but it somehow didn't seem to matter. The desire to give herself to Mack had nothing to do with his looks. It was the strength of his personality, the power behind his voice and most of all his ability to bring her out of herself. The last few weeks had been a bit of a whirl but she knew that Mack could take her further.

"You check the rest of her stuff?"

"I'm sorry..."

"Just find that video again and you'll see a tab underneath marked Julie. Links to all of the videos featuring her. Enough there to keep you busy because Julie has been a real hit like I said. Pretty much certain, subject to one big detail, to be the individual winner this year. Now did you get my package?"

"Yes thank you sir. I haven't opened it yet. Can I ask about what you meant sir - about an individual winner?"

"Well now that's only really something you'd need to know if you were being selected to take part. So I can assume you are wanting that?"

She had come this far and hadn't she already said that? She couldn't remember but the idea helped the words flow easily. "Yes please sir."

His hand moved to a computer mouse on his desk and moved it before making a couple of clicks. "There we go - that's your details sent through to the main men in each crew. Makes you an official prospect. Keep up the training and convince them you ain't going to flake and I'd say you have a real good chance of being selected."

The 'main men'. Men like Jerome, Josh and Desean. They would be looking at her picture and interviews. Assessing her potential and perhaps deciding to choose her. The idea was hot but also somewhat intimidating. What if they didn't pick her? What if they did?

"The contest is for a trophy. The winning crew gets to hold it for a year. For you prospects there's an individual prize - $500 000 - winner takes all."

"That's a lot of money sir." Indeed it seemed highly improbable. Where would Mack and his friends get that sort of money and if they weren't being straight about that then how could she believe them about anything? In a few seconds the whole edifice that had been constructed in her mind looked threatened to totter and collapse.

Mack brushed her comment aside. "For me and for you - not for some people though. A friend of ours knows plenty who are happy and willing to donate in return for access to the videos. Especially now they can write it off against their taxes. Works out easier than in the old days when we used Government money." He tapped a finger on his desk. "If you have doubts well I'll be clear - if you are getting into this for the money then you won't be picked anytime soon. The prize is there because our individual winner always has some serious expenses to defray. That answer your questions?"

"Yes sir." She knew he wanted to move on. They only had so much time and he didn't want to spend it answering her questions. That was most definitely not how these things worked. "Thank you sir."

"Remember what I said before. Any woman fine enough to make selection with us is never gonna need to starve. Now let's get down to business. Hoops and heels girl."

Isobel was out of her chair and taking off her clothes before she even really had to think about it. That was one of the good things about working with a man like Mack. In a world of complications and concerns being with Mack was really simple. When he said 'hoops and heels' you stripped down to your hoop ear-rings and your high heels. When he said 'Inspection' you stood up straight with your legs apart and your hands behind your back. You didn't ask questions or hesitate you just did it. That way you kept your Black master happy and that way, as her prominent nipples now proved, you kept yourself happy.

"Before selection you'd be expected to get a medical. That any problem girl?"

"No sir."

"Before starting and then every month. Same for all crew members and recruits. We lucky over here because for all of it's faults our city has a real good record on sexual health. Courtesy of the Nikola Clinics. You heard of Dr Nikola girl?"

"I think I have sir." She didn't want to lie by saying no. Telling lies to Mack didn't seem a wise habit to get into.

"Well he has a worldwide reputation. The Clinics mainly but he didn't start out that way. What size are them titties girl?"

The last question took her by surprise and that wasn't necessarily the route she would have chosen for the conversation to take. However, her master had asked her a question. "34C sir."

"On somewhere round about 5'5" I'd judge. Them are a real sweet pair of white girl titties. Turn so I can see you in profile."

She obeyed and stood there as the blood pumped through her body at the thought of him looking at her, appraising her.

"Hmmnnn, so you are 34C what about your other figures. Something like a 25 waist and 34 or 35 hips I reckon."

"25 and 36 sir," she said.

"That right - are you indeed." He made a note and then tapped his pencil on his desk. "Lean forward and keep your legs straight." The sound of him making another note "Right, now go back to Inspection."

Isobel turned back to the camera and awaited his verdict.

"Not too bad a booty for a white girl. That'll be real popular but it does set a real high standard. You got nice titties but they need a little more volume to balance you up. Put on a couple of cup sizes and you'll be a treat for any Black man with eyes in his head. Fortunately our Dr Nikola is about the best there is at that game - at least if you ask him he is. I'll get him to take a look when you go see him nest week."

"Next week? I hadn't planned... I mean I don't think I can afford that sort of an expense."

"The best don't come cheap but don't worry about finding the cash. It will go on your account. Same as the contents of that parcel today will and the one I'm sending you tomorrow. You don't need to worry about that. Like I said girls who are with us don't never need to starve. You understand?"

She didn't but still replied, "Yes sir."

"So I should make an appointment with the good Doctor for next week?"

"Yes sir." She wasn't quite so quick or certain with the confirmation this time but if he noticed then Mack didn't seem to care.

"Now get that parcel from today and open it up for me."

It was just out of camera shot on her desk. She stepped across and picked it up.

"You can take a seat while you open it."

She did just that. She took off one set of packaging and found another. Discretion presumably since these little 'gifts' that weren't really gifts were being sent to women

in all sorts of circumstances. With roommates or boyfriends or even husbands. As she undid the second set of packaging she saw and recognised the box.

She had seen one before - in Zoe's unlocked secret trunk. That one also, presumably, a gift from this man. It also explained the length of the parcel. A twelve inch sex-toy needed a foot-long box. Checking one of these things out a second time wasn't any the less daunting. She opened the box and felt the weight of the toy inside, felt its texture and flexibility.

"That's pretty darned big sir. I'm not sure I can, er,..." Her words tailed off.

"This year's contest wrapped up at the end of last week. The next one is due to start in three months. That leaves plenty of time for your exercise regimen to do its work. Our recruits need to be at the peak of fitness - in every single way that you can interpret that. Our crews are selected too. None of them are going to disappoint you - we can say that for sure. Every man has his skills and every man is well-equipped. So you need a little prep work for that too. If you can handle the 'Julius Flint II' there then you'll be ready for anything. With a little time you can work up to it at your own pace. If you are wanting to be selected by one of our crews then you have to be ready to put the work in and you have to be ready to show commitment. You hearing me?"

"Yes sir!" Her voice was crisp and clear.

"... and you'll be going to see Dr Nikola next week?"

"Yes sir!" Not a moment's hesitation.

"Yeah - you're coming along nicely. Kinda makes a man think. Mack's hand disappeared for a moment and when it reappeared it was carrying another object she had seen before. A black leather collar with silver letters. that read, 'M. A. C. K. ' Like the collar worn by a pet to identify it's owner.

Exactly like that. Isobel felt her heart beating fast as she looked at the collar. The suggestion was pretty clear. She could earn that collar - she could be Mack's pet in reality as well as just in these web-calls. Did he do this to all the girls he 'interviewed', had he done this to Zoe? Was it just a temptation or could she really earn it? Her head spun with the possibilities in a way that only Mack seemed capable of producing.

"Back at eight tomorrow. You can show me how far you've got with your new friend there." The connection was ended.

Isobel looked at the big imitation cock in her hand. She remembered all Mack had said and her mouth felt dry. She needed a glass of water.

She put her top and pants back on and carefully removed her hoop ear-rings. They were so much not her usual style that they were rather a give-away. Not that she disliked them - quite the reverse. When she put them in and when she felt them in her ears it was impossible not to remember their meaning. She wasn't, after all, wearing them for her own benefit.

She opened her door and took a few steps out onto the hard flooring of the corridor. It took a few moments for her to recognise the noise. That certain rhythmical squeak that she had heard before. Outside Zoe's room the noise was at its loudest and Isobel noticed that the door was just ajar.

She didn't need to see inside to know what was making that noise or why. It was Zoe's chair and her friend was using her toy. Perhaps even the big one modelled after the notorious Black pornstar Julius Flint - the same as the one she herself had received earlier that day.

The thought caused Isobel to halt outside the door. She remembered the look Zoe had given her as she handed her that apparently anonymous package. Not so long ago Zoe had received one of those herself. Had she put two and two together - had she understood what was inside that package? Perhaps she recognised something about them that told her their origin.

There was a gasp and then a laugh of pure joy from inside the room as the squeaking rose to a peak and then stopped.

"You enjoy that Jerome? I did!"

"Fucking fine you cute little bitch, fucking fine for sure. I know that's good pussy. Who does that fine white pussy belong to bitch?"

"To you - to my Black daddy Jerome and his Heights crew. Aren't I wearing my collar to prove it?"

"Looks fucking good on you When you back in H-Town bitch? Need to up your training I'm thinking."

"Next week - I'll be all yours next week."

His laugh came through despite the slight distortion of the speakers. "Keep your eyes on the prize girl. You still just in training. When you done finals then we can start your real education."

"I didn't exactly get the work done I had planned for this week - there were some distractions."

"Yeah well - guess you better get to work and make your white Daddy proud in June. After that it's going to be all about pleasing your Black daddy you hear?"

"I fucking can't wait." There was no doubting the sincerity in Zoe's voice.

There was a pause then and Isobel had to face her situation. She was poised outside her friend's door listening to her private conversation. That wasn't good and she would have quietly moved on to the kitchen but for the inconvenient fact that she was still wearing her heels and any move on that hard floor would sound like a gun going off.

She cursed herself for not taking her heels off with her ear-rings and felt her throat feel drier still. It was embarrassing and not a little humiliating to have put herself in such a position. This was Zoe's house more than it was her own. She was the guest here and to be caught listening at a door would be humiliating to the extreme. She had to wait until Zoe was distracted again. Instead there was what seemed an age of silence but was probably only a few seconds.

Finally she heard Jerome's deep voice. "Who was that fine redhead piece of ass that was at your house today?

"That was my, um, my house-mate."

He picked up on her hesitation - well of course he did. "She a little bit more than just a house-mate? I got no issue with my girls liking a little female companionship."

Isobel felt the blood in her cheeks at the idea. At the same time, however, she reached down and quickly undid her heels. Jerome had just provided a distraction for the ages!

Zoe had laughed but it was a nervous laugh. "No - no - I mean she's my - she's my step-mom's younger sister. Not that I ever really met her before a couple of weeks ago."

"Hey," Isobel could imagine Jerome 's smile as he said it, "like I say it ain't no big deal. If you ain't got a thing for girls thass cool too. Just that I know my crew would love to see you two put on a show together. Still if you a little too whitebread for that."

Listening to them Isobel could see just what Jerome was doing but apparently Zoe did not. She was all too eager to deny his diagnosis or should that be his accusation. "I'd fucking love that. You saw Izzy - she's amazing but she'd never..."

Isobel did not stop to listen but having leaned down to remove her heels she wasted no time in carefully padding her way to the kitchen in her bare feet.

***

"I been looking forward to showing you off girl."

The voice was totally familiar and Isobel turned to try to see the man behind her. Somehow she could not quite get him into her line of sight but she knew that he was behind her. She knew that even before she felt the band of leather placed around her neck and the click as it was secured in place. Somehow she could see that or maybe she just knew that the letters on the collar spelled out the name of her master, 'M. A. C. K'

They moved across the ground and then through a nondescript door. The whole atmosphere changed as they stepped through it. Instead of the moonlight it was now darkness illuminated by the flashing of search- and strobe- lights. Instead of the noise of traffic over on the freeway there was a heavy bass beat with music building upon it. How big was the club? It seemed more like an old warehouse and perhaps it was. The partial and moving lights revealed the forms of people, men and women, dancing or sometimes just standing.

Far away at the far end of a building she saw a solitary figure high up on a stage. Holding a microphone and performing over the solid basis of that heavy musical beat.

He seemed very far away but somehow Isobel knew who he was. She even seemed to recognize the music. Hadn't Zoe shown her that man's picture? She remembered his name, Lil Stir. She also remembered that she hadn't liked his music when Zoe had played it.

Now it was different. Here that music seemed right, it seemed natural. As they moved on across the floor of the huge building she looked around her and realized that she was the only white person there or at least that she had seen no others in the weirdly concealing half-light. She knew that the fact should concern her but it did not. She was here with Mack and had his collar on her so somehow everything would be OK.

Finally they reached their destination and she saw the other men. There were five of them that moved forward to greet her and Mack. After them there were others in a sort of outer circle. She heard their greetings and tried to respond as naturally as she could. It was difficult when those lights never let you get a really clear look at them. All she could be sure of was that they were men and they were African-American. Like everyone in the little crowd now surrounding her.

She turned to where she knew Mack was and yet strangely he was not there. She took a quick look around but couldn't see him. She realised that he had to be behind her but the press of people meant that it would be hard now to turn round.

The music had been ever present but now the nasal drone of Lil Stir seemed louder, seemed to pulse through the air and through the crowd. His words were distorted and the musical tone shifted to a much deeper, resonant, old-style beat.

"You know what you here for..."

She heard the words booming out through huge speakers. She felt a mouth at her ear and the same words breathed into her soul.

"You know what you here for?"

She knew that she did - that it was her destiny to be there. So she nodded and said yes. The lights flashed over to another part of the floor and they were left in virtual darkness. Hands reached for and found her body, felt through clothing and then underneath. Then she felt herself bodily picked up and held in the air. Hands were inside her top fondling her breasts and teasing her nipples. Hands grasped her tight black leather skirt and pulled it over her hips and then down her legs and off. She could see movement but little more detail. Just the paleness of her own body that itself seemed to strobe as dark hands and mouths moved over it.

She hadn't been wearing anything under that tight skirt and now she was left exposed and surrounded by the men. She knew this should be a terrible experience, a horror story. However, it wasn't. She seemed to understand that this was nothing surprising and certainly nothing to be feared. 'It's what I'm here for', flashed through her mind and everything seemed right, to be pre-ordained and perfect.

Dark hands covered her eyes and robbed her of what vision she had. She gasped out loud as she felt a new sensation. A warm teasing presence at her pussy. She knew what it was - a tongue and a skilled one at that. She felt fingers there now too. Teasing, exploring, stimulating fingers. Like nothing she had felt with any of her old boyfriends, let alone her husband. This mouth knew how to please a pussy, to unleash the power of her sexuality. A power that, in that one moment, Isobel realised that she had never really understood.

Well, now she was starting to grasp it. The driving momentum of her own sensations and desires. Most of all the desire to scream out loud and to clasp her legs around the head that was at her pussy, to keep that teasing tongue there and force it to finish what it had started. She shouted alright but hands held her body and denied her any movement but the slight quivering triggered by her sexual excitement. It was all out of her control and that very knowledge drove her excitement higher and yet higher.

The music drowned out her cries even strangely to her own ears. But she could vaguely hear the men around her. Laughter and unintelligible words. Strong fingers squeezed her nipples and had her gasping for air and through it all the skilled tongue kept working on her pussy.

The music kicked up a beat again. Suddenly the words of Lil Stir were very discernible.

"White girl in our hood..."

The response coming from hundreds of throats including the men around her.

"Knock the bitch up!"

That call and response repeated again and again. The hands removed from her eyes allowing her to see vague shapes around her, a paler shape down between her legs as the men held her there. Moments of light allowing her to discern the long blonde hair, the blue eyes watching her from above the junction of tongue and pussy. The moment of realisation and the shattering power of that rush of sexual excitement through her body. A body moving in the hands that held it but unable to break those bonds. The tongue continuing its exquisite ministrations until she screamed and was left gasping for breath.

The light returned and she saw the laughing, triumphant, face of Zoe. Her face was the most beautiful and the most perfectly full of mischief that Isobel had ever seen it. The blonde spoke and though Isobel couldn't make out the words the men around her did. They cheered and then the familiar voice in her ear spoke again.

"You on the pill girl?"

"Of course not." Where had those words come from? It was obvious how they would be understood but still she felt no regret at saying them.

The shapes around her moved. The paler shape of Zoe moved to one side and was almost lost to vision as two larger, darker, shapes, surrounded it. Another dark shape moving down her body from her head until it stood before her. She knew who that was but again the lighting seemed designed to frustrate her. His face was entirely in shadow but she could clearly see what stood out from his body and towards hers. A cock, a Big Black Cock. Long and thick and powerful. The shape moved forward and she felt the cock's head against the entrance of her pussy, a pussy so expertly prepared for it.

"Knock the bitch up!" shouted the crowd's latest response to Lil Stir.

"Knock your bitch up," shouted Isobel against the cacophony surrounding them. Again she had no concious knowledge of framing the words but post-delivery she knew they perfectly encapsulated her wishes.

Though his face remained indistinct she saw the flash of his teeth as her smiled with triumph. Then he was moving forward and into her. That beautiful cock of his claiming a pussy that seemed perfectly made to receive him. Hands released her and she reached for him, held him tight as he fucked her. The club, the lights, the noise all vanishing as she found herself devoted entirely to their fucking. Each thrust bringing her closer to the consummation of all of this, the reason for her bring there, the reason indeed for her being at all.

She heard a gasp and cry of pleasure from nearby and knew that it was Zoe.

"Fuck us - come on - fuck us and knock us both up - breed us Black!"

Her own voice screaming out the words and a shouted "Yes" from Zoe to her left.

Then the voice of Mack. Clear and resonant and undeniable. "Ain't that what you're both for?"

A rush of new, ever stronger, sexual excitement and below it, no within it, the knowledge that he was cumming inside her, seeding her, making her...

Isobel's eyes jerked open, her mind amazingly clear and awake. There was a moment of confusion as she tried to comprehend what was real and what was the workings of her own mind, A glance around her showed that she was in her bed with the first light of day just discernible past the closed heavy curtains. It had been a dream but was that a relief or a disappointment? The fantastic scene was fading already save for three very clear memories. Mack's last words to her, how those words had made her feel and the vivid image of Zoe's triumphant smile after Isobel had realised just who had been licking her pussy so wonderfully.

Isobel let her head fall back onto her pillow and stared at the ceiling of her room. None of it had been real - it had all been a dream. However, dreams often had meanings and of one thing she was absolutely certain. Even looking at it from cold reality she knew that it had been no nightmare. Not one single, solitary, piece of it.