Locktober Pt. 13

A note before Locktober: This story involves adult chastity and interracial cuckolding. If that's not what you came for, this is not the month, or story, for you. Everyone here is an adult. Nothing that follows is a brief for real life. It is a story about a lock, a marriage, and what happens when comparison walks in.

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(Friday, Week 3-Days locked-19)

"And so, gentlemen, I'll end with a quote, "The first step towards change is awareness. The second step is acceptance."

Patrick lifted his eyes, Karen stood in the kitchen, listening to him recite his apology to the football team.

"Thoughts," he asked.

Karen remained stoic, a weak smile on her face as she spoke, "It's good..."

"But," Patrick questioned.

Karen sighed, "But, you don't really ever apologize. It's a lot of quotes and musings. I think you could save yourself the consternation if you just start with the sorry."

Patrick huffed, then paused.

"I appreciate having you here to get through these challenges," he said honestly.

"I'm always going to be here Patty," she said, "I care about you."

She was wrestling with the fact that she had given in to her base instincts, having sex with Demetrius in his office after a late work night. It was the crescendo of a crazy day that saw her catching her older husband using Rufus, the huge black dildo on himself to relieve his pained, confined manhood. She realized she didn't have a leg to stand on, her infidelity the worse crime of the two.

"Forgeeting something," she said, presenting her cheek.

Patrick turned to her, pursing his lips and pecking her.

"Thank you..."

The couple kissed on their doorstep. Karen stepped past him to get to her car. Pausing as he held her hand.

"Honey," he said, "The Rufus thing..."

Karen looked at him warmly, "It's between us. I'm not judging you."

Patrick nodded, "Even so, it's a bit awkward."

Karen felt the guilt return as she remembered last night, Demetrius fucking the life out of her in his office. She shook the thought as Patrick looked at her, begging for her counsel.

"We're both pent up," Karen confided, noting his nod, "I think it's okay for us both to blow off steam."

"Agreed," her older husband said, hugging her before they parted to take on their days.

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"Tosha?"

The text was from Garcia.

Karen read it in the parking lot, her stomach sinking as she eyed her and Renee's pictures of their husband's chastity confined penises. Tosha's was noticeably absent.

The office was quiet as she made her way to her desk. She looked to Miranda who gave her a confused look. Heather lifted from her work station, her hands showing her cluelessness. Karen and Renee shared a look, for once, the office harlot didn't show her typical over confidence.

Demetrius emerged from his office, face in a stack of reports.

Karen's eyes went glassy as she watched him move to the center of the bay, remembering their raucous night in the office. Her face washed with confusion as he didn't look at her.

"Ladies, today we..."

The door to the bay boomed open as Tosha stormed in, interrupting their supervisor.

"You fucking bitches!!!"

Every eye moved to the older woman as she moved swiftly towards Karen's desk.

Demetrius's eyes flew open at her pace and tone.

"Tosha, what's..."

"They fucking cheated! They cheated D!"

Demetrius looked around confused at the other women in the office.

"What're you..."

"One of these little shits slipped Roy his key. I know it. Which one of you did it?"

The whole bay looked, from woman to woman, their eyes settled on Renee.

Karen slunk down in her ergonomic chair, her pulse pounding.

"I know it was you," Tosha spat at Renee, her finger stretching towards the office harlot.

"I don't know what you're..."

"Don't lie!"

Demetrius moved and put his hand on Tosha's shoulder, "Tosha maybe we should..."

"Fuck that," Tosha spat back, wresting her shoulder from his hand, "Karen was it you?"

Karen wished she could disappear as the older woman wheeled around and stared daggers into the young wife.

"Tosha," Demetrius crowed, stepping between the two, "Enough. My office."

Karen felt a moment of relief as the older programmer seemed to get her wit's about her, recognizing she was in an office setting, bet or no bet.

"This isn't over," she growled as Demetrius ushered her to her office and closed the door.

For a moment there was quiet.

Karen breathed.

She looked at Renee, who was giving an Oscar-worthy performance, her confusion looked almost real.

But Karen knew. She'd been complicit in the whole thing. Helping Renee plant the key on Tosha's husband, knowing he would be powerless to resist the freedom from the chastity cage.

It had worked.

But at what cost.

No one worked as the bay took in the scene. The betrayal. And the aftermath.

Karen looked at Miranda, who shook her head, disappointed, before returning to her work.

Garcia caught her eye and mouth, "Fucking bitch..."

Karen's face fell to her keyboard. The bet had exploded. The camaraderie of the Locktober bet dead and buried.

Karen cursed herself as the thought that it was now just her and Renee competing for thousands of dollars moved to the front of her mind. The pay off for weeks of frustration within her grasp.

And then the thought that everything might end, return to normal, paused her.

She wrestled with the fact that she might not want it to.

Demetrius's door opened fifteen minutes later.

Tosha slid out first, she seemed more at peace than when she entered. Karen realized it wouldn't hold as Tosha looked at her, sad and disappointed, gathered her things and headed towards the door. Then she watched the older woman turn her gaze to Renee, who wilted beneath the more venomous look.

Demetrius held the door for her, they shared a quiet word, Tosha nodding, fighting a sniffle.

The black man turned to the bay, sighing at the invisible, heavy weight on his broad shoulders.

"Tosha's taking the day. I'm getting lunch for everyone. Just bring me receipts."

The women nodded, thanking their supervisor for the act of kindness amidst the crazy morning.

Karen's eyes ran up Demetrius's muscled body as he moved around the bay. He nodded at her and smiled as he passed behind her, a little yellow note escaping his hand to fall on her keyboard.

"Stay behind..."

Karen's face flushed as she read it. Her eyes moved to the clock, willing it to move faster as her mind ran at the possibilities.

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"Knowing yourself is the beginning of all wisdom..."

Patrick smiled from his lectern, even as he felt an involuntary ooze from his constricted penis.

"Perfect Marie, and who said it?"

Patrick smiled as the young co-ed correctly identified the quote from Aristotle. His smile faded as he watched the bubbly blonde retake her seat, flanked by a few football players who congratulated her and stole her attention from the front of the class.

"That's all for today," Patrick said as the bell rang, "Please, don't forget the test next week!"

Patrick positioned the clipboard in front of his groin as he moved from the lectern to the desk in front of the class.

He watched the student file out, his stomach sinking as he watched Devon lag behind. He moved his eyes to his desk, pretending to look at some errant notes.

"Glad you came around Doc," the deep voice said, drawing Patrick's eyes.

Patrick nodded, "Devon," he said, hating how his mind immediately contrasted the black athlete's body with that of the black pornstar he had watched the previous evening, "The fault was mine. I look forward to working with the team for the rest of the semester."

He watched the black man nod, his lips pursing with the knowledge of victory, before he spoke.

"You still owe me though, calling me boy. That ain't right Doc..."

Patrick felt his body tense, his penis pushing against the plastic cage. He had resigned himself to the apology, preparing it to show his contrition, even taking Karen's advice and making it more concise and conciliatory.

But he assumed that would be the end of it.

Devon's eyes explained, there was more needed.

"Devon, of course, I shouldn't have said that, I sincerely apologize..."

Patrick watched the black man nod, hoping it would suffice.

It did not.

"I'm gonna need more," Devon said.

Patrick felt his dry throat as he stammered, "I... I'm not sure..."

Devon smiled, "Let me think on it..."

Patrick's stomach sank as the words washed over him. He had resolved himself to put his morals aside, apologizing to the team would absolve himself in the dean's eyes, and make the porn incident disappear.

Now he felt like he resided in the pocket of the huge black football captain.

"Have a great weekend Doc, see you Saturday," Devon said.

Patrick frowned at the fact that he would be standing in front of the team, groveling for their acceptance tomorrow evening.

The web he had assumed was untangled seemed to tighten like the feeling in his trousers.

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"You're not joining," Renee said quietly as she passed Karen's desk, the rest of the bay had already left to enjoy lunch on the company's dime.

"No," Karen lied, "not feeling well."

The leggy brunette nodded at her, before her eyes moved to Demetrius's open office door.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," Renee purred as she moved to leave the computer bay.

"Wouldn't dream of it," Karen replied, looking at her computer screen, wishing Renee would move faster.

As the door clicked shut, Karen stood and walked quickly to Demetrius's open office.

"You wanted to see me," Karen said, the feelings from the night before rushing back as she noted Demetrius's desk, still askew, from where her body had writhed on it in ecstasy the night before.

"Quite a mess you've made," Demetrius chided, his finger beckoning her forward.

Karen moved to the edge of his desk, butterflies in her stomach, as she smelled his masculine scent.

"It was Renee's idea," Karen added.

"I'm sure it was," Demetrius replied with a wry smile, "Even so..."

"What," Karen barged in, hanging on his words.

"Renee's not winning the bet," he said frankly.

"I.. I don't..."

Demetrius moved his chair from beneath his desk, facing her.

"Tosha's pissed."

Karen waffled as she admired Demetrius's cut body in the button down and black slacks.

"I... what does that mean for me?"

Demetrius nodded, "Like I said, you're going to be the last one."

Karen's head shook, confused, "H-how... how can you..."

"I'll convince her," Demetrius replied, "We have to keep the team together."

Karen felt her legs weaken at the sight of him, she could make out the bulge of his length running down his pants leg. She tried to remain composed.

"This sounds like an offer..."

Demetrius chuckled, "Deals done," spreading his huge legs wide, "Now it's just what you want..."

Karen's mind left the office for a moment, thinking back to a time before Locktober. A normal night like any other, Patrick engrossed in a documentary, her bored and looking for adventure. She would smile at him and move to the floor before the couch, fishing out his four inch penis. He would croak something weak and excited and she would suck him, taking his entirety into her mouth.

Her old life.

"Well," the black man asked, bringing her back to her new life.

Karen smiled at him, soft, a little nervous, before lowering herself to the carpet in his office, crawling on her knees between his legs.

"I want it," she said, her hands on his thighs, her green eyes looking up at him, almost for guidance.

He smiled as his belt clanged, pants and underwear moving below his knees. Karen's hands shook as she helped him, excitement running through her body.

Karen gasped. She had held it last night, felt it inside her, how it stretched her. But now, as it stood proudly and erect before her face, an inch away from her soft lips, it looked intimidating.

"A little bigger than little Patty," Demetrius said, his voice deep.

"Uh, yeah, your's is... it's huge..."

Karen stared at the huge cock as it bobbed before her eyes. It was nothing like Patty's four inch penis, the thing was bulbous, muscled like the man and curved like the letter C.

"M-may I..."

"You may," Demetrius said through a heavy, expectant breath.

Karen moved closer, running her nose along the bottom of his thick shaft, smelling him. Her tongue escaped her lips as she flicked it against the underside of the broad head, smiling as it pulsed.

Her hands moved to grasp the thick middle, her fingers didn't touch as she moved the heavy skin with her fingers, feeling the heat and strength flowing through the bloated shaft.

She bathed it with her tongue, wetting the sides until it shined with her saliva.

"Good girl," Demetrius moaned, a heavy hand settling on her head.

She lost herself as she buried her face at the base of his heavy shaft, the curve resting against her face as she felt his wrinkled sack against her chin.

She quested downwards and marveled at the size of his languishing balls. She hefted them with one hand, finding them hard to wrangle. She tongued one, pulling it with a little pressure, enough to make the black man buck in his chair.

"Jesus, woman," he said sharply, with mirth.

She flicked her tongue on his huge balls, letting his sack rest on the bridge of her nose, inhaling his essence. She paused as she shook her head feverishly, loving the feel of his manly testicles against her soft face.

"You're... you're fucking huge," she purred as she lifted and toyed with his shaft, her dainty fingers shucking slowly along the thick length.

"I want your mouth," he urged, giving her head a soft pull.

Karen sensed his need, even as her own body pulsed from the heat of the moment.

She widened her mouth as she lowered on the blunt, hot head, her eyes looking crossed down the meaty task ahead of her.

"Mppfghhh!"

She exclaimed around the huge cockhead, opening her mouth further to accommodate the girthy thing.

"Fuckkk, good," Demetrius groaned as Karen wiggled her head on him, introducing another fat inch into her mouth.

She hardened her lips sucking along the two inches of beer-can thick black cock that she could manage, her hand shakily stroking the rest of the curved beast. She built up a good rhythm, rocking forward on her knees, bathing in his manly grunts, her throat noisy, as she sucked him for a good few minutes. Her mouth ached at the challenge, but she resolved herself to give the huge black man the best blowjob she could.

"Deeper now," Demetrius growled.

Karen felt her neck rattle as Demetrius applied an ounce of pressure on her soft head, impaling her face on three inches of his monster cock, holding her there as her throat fought against the invader.

"Gahhh!"

Her cry was wet as she lifted her head from the cock, her eyes staring at it, wondering how she could accommodate such immense meat.

"It's," she blurted, coughing up phlegm, "How the hell do I even..."

"Get back on it slut," Demetrius crowed, guiding her head back onto his cock, taking a hold of the back of her hair like a bridle.

Patrick had never spoken to her like that. Never been so forceful. She felt the warmth hit low, unexpected, and stayed where he put her.

Karen held her mouth open as Demetrius bucked his brute cock into her wide maw. This certainly wasn't one of the blowjobs she gave her husband. Patrick would sit there, stupefied, while she mouthed his thin manhood. She controlled his smaller penis, learning over the years to swallow his entire length and not gag.

She was gagging now.

"GLAGLAGGLAGGLAG..."

"Fuck ya', getting that fat dick nice and wet," Demetrius applauded. Saliva was running from Karen's mouth, wetting the curved shaft.

"GAHGAHGAHGAHGAH..."

Karen closed her eyes as Demetrius fucked against the back of her mouth, his glans punching at her uvula rudely. The curve of his dick would swipe inside her mouth, poking at her cheek as he used her.

Her eyes grew wide as he held half his length inside her mouth. She felt tears trickle down her lids as a foreign choking feeling made her breathless.

"Lemme see that tongue," Demetrius ordered.

Karen fought past the thick shaft, her pink tongue trying to barge past the length stretching her lips. It emerged, after some work, contrasting his with the huge dark muscle running the length of the bottom of his monster cock.

"Good," he asked.

She shook her head, as she felt her mind blank.

He grabbed her head and buried her in his crotch, pumping his hips so hard his ass left the seat with each punch of his cock.

The wet sounds blared in the office.

"Fuck..." Demetrius roared.

Karen's eyes grew wide as she anticipated it.

Fuck..."

She batted at his muscled thighs, trying to push off the wall of muscle, but found herself trapped. Her body rushed with fear as her brain lightened. She tried to breathe through her nose, the sound noisy.

"Fuckkkk!!!"

"BLARGHHH!"

Karen's mouth sang as she felt thick hot pulses of Demetrius's cum filling her mouth, the taste salty and strong on her tongue. A thick load would slide down her throat, quickly replaced with another huge gout.

Eventually it overwhelmed her throat and she wretched herself free, gasping for air as a mouthful of his cum escaped, running down her mouth and wetting her blouse.

"Errrghh God!"

Karen had only a moment to compose herself before she felt a hot blast splash against her face. She closed her eyes, flinching as three more wet splashes bathed her face. She couldn't help comparing the creamy, viscous deluge against her husband's quaint, watery offerings.

She breathed through her nose, feeling a string of him run across her nostrils.

She finally opened her eyes, feeling Demetrius patting her head as he breathed heavy grunts of satisfaction.

Her vision was blurred in both eyes, clumps of his sperm clouding her vision.

"Holy shit," she gasped, over and over, "That was..."

"Fucking fantastic," Demetrius boasted, cutting her off.

Karen shook her head, blabbering "It's just so big, so much..."

Demetrius laughed, "You'll do better next time."

"Jesus, girl, what have you become," she asked herself as she felt Demetrius's huge load warm on her face.

"You better get cleaned up," Demetrius said, "Team'll be back soon..."

Karen's mind blared at the words. She raised herself to her feet, pausing to stand before the huge-cocked black man. She knew she needed to hurry, but something stopped her, waiting for his approval.

"Congrats on being the last one," Demetrius offered, smiling at her.

Karen looked confused, wondering how he would get Renee to willingly fold on the bet. Her mind found the answer as she eyed his huge cock, still rampantly hard, like it wanted more.

"T-thank you sir," she answered before turning to run to the office bathroom, trying to cover the indiscretion on her face, hair and clothes with paper towels that seemed insufficient.

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"More white sauce?"

Karen looked up from the home-made Hibachi, her eyes widening at the dish, filled with Patrick's homemade cream. She felt her face flush as her mind hurtled back to the office and Demetrius dousing her face with his own mighty load.

"S-sure," she replied.

"Allow me," her husband said chivalrously as he poured a healthy dollop on her meal.

"What," Patrick asked, finding Karen staring at him as he took his seat.

"N-nothing, just, I've always enjoyed the way you take care of me..."

Patrick's smile was small as he flicked his napkin, folding it back in his lap.

"I do to," he admitted, "Soon enough this will all be behind us, and we can get..."

"Back to normal," Karen said flatly between chews.

The thought made her stomach sink, as she grappled with her life being... this. She gazed around their apartment. Familiar. Bland. Her eyes fell back to her food. Demetrius had told her that Renee would be out. That she would win the Locktober bet.

Renee.

She chewed, barely listening as Patrick recalled his day.

The women had returned to the bay, moments after Karen had used every paper towel in the women's restroom to clean Demetrius's messy cum from her visage and blouse.

She jumped as the leggy brunette caught her as she tried to slide into the office. She paused in the hallway.

"Everything okay," Renee said knowingly.

"Y-yes, what," Karen replied impatiently.

She paused as Renee strode closer, examining her. Her eyes moving up and down Karen's body.

She smirked.

"He makes quite a mess, doesn't he," she said softly, with a sharpness.

"I don't know what you're..."

"Mmm, hmm," Renee said, her head nodding, a fake, vicious pout in her lips.

Karen moved past her, her face begging for the safety of the group.

"I think you and I should have another drink sweetie," Renee beckoned behind her, "Toast the contest."

"I'll umm, we'll see," Karen said behind her back, flinging the office door open and running back to the safety of her desk.

"You're secrets safe with me," Renee called as the door closed.

Karen's shoulders tensed at the tone. They were down to the final two. The old alliance was dead. And Karen already knew the lengths Renee would go to to win.

"I think that will keep us out of trouble," Patrick mused, his insistent tone grabbing Karen's attention.

"What? Oh. Yes, apologize. No long speeches."

"Agree," Patrick said with a nod.

The couple ate quietly, both basting in their own private stews. Both contemplating how to proceed.

"Do you need me tonight," Patrick asked finally.

Karen sighed heavily before replying, "I need you every night..."

Patrick smiled at her words.

"I mean, like, you know... need me."

Karen set her fork down, her mind elsewhere, "Oh, no. I can give you the night off."

Their shared chuckle was warm, but awkward.

They moved to the bedroom, each undressing quietly. Karen caught him fiddling with his cage in the mirror.

"I'm sort of getting used to it," Karen said softly, moving next to Patrick in the mirror, her curvy body against his pale, gaunt physique. She draped an arm across his upper chest as they both looked at him in the mirror.

"I'm not," Patrick replied, moving his hand over her wrist.

He paused.

"I hate to say using him helped," He mused, moving aside so the reflection of Rufus on his bedside showed between them.

"Desperate times," Karen chided softly as she unlocked from his embrace and fell tiredly on their bed.

"Indeed," Patrick added, frowning at his reflection before joining her in bed.

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