Chapter 4

The following day, Sunday, was one of the most pleasant Carla had experienced in years. Waking early, she I had busied herself around the house, made a light breakfast and then headed directly for the local park, determined to do nothing but recall the pleasant events of the past forty-eight hours.

It was a warm, sunny day, conducive to Carla's revelry. By that point it was easy to forgive Charlie Foster for letting her down the previous night. The boy had done well for as long as their affair had lasted, given her a fucking that Carla would never forget. More important, he had changed the woman's attitude, caused Carla to reevaluate her life style.

For years she had repressed her desires, ashamed of her need for young men and boys. Now Carla could see that she had been foolish to deny her strongest desires. Life could be pleasant and beautiful when one hung loose and took it as it came. For the first time in as long as she could remember, Carla felt completely relaxed and at peace with herself.

Carla strolled through the park, watching groups of men and children playing baseball, sailing toy boats on the miniature lakes, generally enjoying themselves. She felt at one with other people, no longer considering herself a pariah or compulsive outcast. A single weekend had transformed the tenor of her life from frustration to self-realization.

Carla returned home shortly before nightfall, wanting to get a good night's sleep before returning to work. Her job still satisfied her, engaging her excessive energy and giving her an outlet for her creativity. It promised to be a busy week at the office and she would probably have to stay late several evenings, something she didn't mind at all.

Work was just as Carla had expected it. Several new accounts had come in during the previous week and Carla's telephone did not stop ringing until late in the afternoon. Her desk was a mountain of unfinished paperwork that simply could not be put off until the next morning.

At four o'clock Carla entered the mailroom, knowing that she couldn't handle the work by herself. There were many papers that had to be filed and copied and she had long ago been allowed to keep one of the stock boys after hours to assist her. It was late in the day but Carla felt certain that one of the boys would be willing to log a few hours of overtime.

The stockroom was deserted except for one lad, a tall brown-skinned fellow named Arturo Gonzalez. Arturo was new to the office but Carla had noticed him on several occasions, attracted by his strong physique, swarthy complexion and wicked, light green eyes. Carla asked if the boy wanted to stay late, and Arturo answered quickly in the affirmative, knowing that it was a good idea to get on the right side of the important administrative assistant with the surprisingly voluptuous body and hungry blue eyes.

The first hour was all business, Carla instructing the lad as they raced through the reams of paper. Arturo said nothing to his employer, but his eyes were continuously focused on Carla's legs and ass, his desires barely concealed. White women had always appealed to the boy, and Carla was something else, certainly the best-looking broad in the whole firm.

"Tell me a little about yourself, Arturo," Carla requested during a brief coffee break. "It's none of my business, but where did you get that Spanish last name? You have no accent, and you look much more like a black than a Hispanic."

"I was born in Mexico," Arturo answered, meeting the woman's gaze without hesitation. "My mother is an American black, and she married a dark-skinned Mexican. I speak Spanish fluently, too, but of course I prefer to speak English. You know, it's more American."

Alone in the deserted office, Carla continued to interrogate the virile-looking office boy. The air-conditioning had been shut off at five, and it was quite hot in the small room in which they were working. Arturo had opened his shirt to the waist, displaying a powerfully muscled chest and an expanse of smooth, hairless mocha-colored skin. Carla had opened the top buttons of her own stylish blouse, quite overcome by the humid heat.

Eventually Arturo became aware that the woman's curiosity was genuine and far reaching. His biography was something that he had never considered especially interesting, but Carla seemed to want to hear all about him. It was disturbing to have those huge blue eyes focused on him, to watch the woman crossing and uncrossing her incredibly voluptuous legs.

"I'm surprised that you don't have a steady girl friend," Carla coaxed the young man, realizing that she had spoken the same words to the young electrician she had so recently seduced. "A good-looking young boy like you should have women falling all over him, if you ask me."

"It's my color and name," Arturo answered, trying to hide a note of bitterness in his voice. "All this integration business is a load of bullshit as far as I'm concerned. White girls won't look at me, and even the black ones consider me an outcast."

"That's terrible," Carla interrupted, surprised at her own reactions. "I find you quite attractive. If I were a younger woman you'd find it hard to get away from me."

"You're not so old," Arturo answered, more sure of himself at that point. "You've got the best body in the office. You're really the only woman I've been interested in here."

A moment of uncomfortable silence followed Arturo's telling comments. Carla tugged at the hem of her skirt, realizing that she had been unconsciously baring her sleek thighs to the young man's inspection. There was something primitive and terrifying about Arturo, a strong sensuality that showed in his facial expressions and gait. She had led the boy on and was now faced with the possibility of rejecting his advances.

Arturo saw his opportunity, and didn't let it slip away. He had been working at the agency for less than a month, and the job was hardly worth holding. He would make a pass at the gorgeous blonde and see what developed. She could have him fired in a minute if she chose, but something told Arturo that the white woman wanted him as badly as he desired her.

He arose from his footstool and joined Carla on the couch, still not saying a word, the sinews of his neck standing out in stark contrast to his open white shirt. Carla inhaled sharply, realizing at last that she did want to fuck the young man. He was sixteen years old, the age she had decided was perfect for her needs. Nobody would know about their little affair, and there wasn't a thing in the world to top its consummation.

Arturo kissed the woman immediately, gripping her shoulders and forcing Carla's mouth open with his thick pink tongue. Carla gasped as she felt the power of the boy's short muscular arms. Things were going faster than she had expected but that was nothing to get upset over. It was good to be with a young man who knew what he wanted from a woman, and knew how to take it as well.

Two seconds later they were reclined on the couch that had been recently moved into Carla's private office. Arturo pinned the woman beneath him and fumbled desperately at the buttons of her blouse, too impatient to allow Carla to undress herself. The woman could feel a lump in the front of the young man's pants, a sure sign that he was ready to make love to her.

"Take it easy," she whispered. "I'm all yours; there's nobody to stop us. You're beautiful, Arturo, I really want you, every inch of you. Come on, let me undress and then we can have a really good time together, I promise you."

Arturo allowed the woman to escape his grasp, leaning back on the comfortable green sofa and watching her disrobe. He had fucked women like Carla before and knew that she would make good on her promises. There was no reason not to take things easy for a while, let Carla call the shots of their affair.

Carla pulled off the blouse that had already been unclasped, somewhat nervous at having the boy watch her movements so intensely. Her skirt fell to Carla's ankles, leaving the woman clad only in her lingerie; tight black panties, white garter belt, low-cut wire brassiere and a pair of brown-tinted stockings. Arturo whistled appreciatively, knowing that he would have his hands full trying to satisfy a woman built that voluptuously.

Carla removed the rest of her clothing in an instant, sliding the panties over her wide ass and down her sleek thighs, unhooking the garter belt and allowing it to come down to her ankles, finally removing the brassiere and standing stark naked before her lover, proud of her charm and obvious appeal.

Arturo wasted little time joining his mistress in a state of total nudity. He smiled as he noticed how closely Carla was watching him, waiting impatiently for a glimpse of his prick and balls. It was probably the first time that she had seen a black man naked, but, then again, Carla seemed pretty experienced and uninhibited. It was impossible to know what was on her mind other than a strong desire to get fucked.

Carla gasped as she saw the young man parade naked before her eyes. His chest was deep and incredibly muscular, his arms knotted with sinew, his legs long and surprisingly slender. But it was Arturo's prick that fascinated her most, dark, thick, a good five inches long in a state of flaccidity. Already Carla could imagine the boy getting hard in her hands, laying down on the couch and fucking her savagely.

"You like it don't you?" Arturo addressed the woman, looming over her seated naked form. "You like my big black prick and you want to suck it, take it into your mouth and lick it until I come."

"I want you to fuck me," Carla answered. "Fuck me hard and fast, until I can't stand it anymore. I'll blow you afterward. I'll do anything you want, if you fuck me first."

"It's a bargain," Arturo answered, smiling broadly, a gold tooth glinting in his mouth. "First I fuck you, and then I call the shots. Come on baby, I have to get home sometime tonight."

The two lovers reclined on the couch, Arturo making the advances immediately. Carla's body looked a thousand times better naked than it had in her stylish, provocative outfit. Her tits were almost too good to be true, firm and shapely, creamy white except for the rose-colored nipples. It was going to be fun to fuck around with Carla, no doubt about it.

Carla couldn't have been happier with her swarthy lover. Arturo was not especially gentle in his love making, but there was something incredibly boyish and innocent about him. His eyes glinted with lust and he could not hide his emotions on that mobile handsome face. Carla reached down and attacked the boy's genitals immediately, not wanting to waste any time. She was hot and ready to be fucked, knew that Arturo would do a good job of it.

Arturo leaned back, letting Carla sink to her knees on the thick pile carpet beneath him. The gorgeous white woman took his prick and guided it directly into her gaping mouth, coating it instantly with a flow of thick warm saliva. Arturo got hard in a fraction of a second, his prick swelling to a full eight inches in length, dark thick veins standing out on its plum-colored surface.

Carla sucked at the huge organ as if there would be no tomorrow. She was surprised at the boy's sexual maturity, at the way he was able to sit still through her most disturbing ministrations, grinning broadly but refusing to thrust his prick into her mouth. Arturo was making her do all the work but that was something that had always appealed to Carla.

She spit out the heavy organ a few seconds later, wanting Arturo to fuck her immediately. Carla pushed the boy aside on the plush sofa, crushing the pile of paper on which they had been working. She caressed the boy's prick again and then lay back, parting her sensual thighs and waiting for the inevitable to occur.

Arturo mounted the woman without a second's hesitation, holding his stiff prick in his right hand and guiding it between Carla's ivory thighs, not resting until he had wedged the thick spongy head between her already dripping labia. It looked like he was in for the time of his life with Carla, now and later, when he would be able to have things his own way.

Carla winced slightly as she felt his thick cock penetrating her completely. No man she had ever fucked had been as well hung as this young mulatto. It was painful to service his prick for the first few seconds, but then she got used to the depth of penetration and knew that she was in for a good time.

Arturo began to fuck the woman violently, not resting for a second, his hips churning as he drove his rod deeper and deeper into her welcoming twat. Carla spread her legs as far as they could go, wrapping her arms around the young stud's muscular back, using her sharp fingernails to drive Arturo to even greater heights of passion and lust.

Then she entwined her legs around Arturo's hard buttocks, wanting to keep his prick trapped deep inside her insatiable pussy. Arturo grunted with lust as he planted a deep kiss on the woman's red rouged mouth, his tongue entering her deeply. Already he was sweating heavily in the overheated office and they had hardly begun their bout of love making.

"That's it, Arturo, fuck me good, and I'll make it worth your while," Carla moaned, hardly aware of what she was saying. "It feels so good to have that big thing inside me. I'm all yours, Arturo, you can do anything you want with me."

Arturo filed that information for further reference, continuing to fuck the woman without surcease. His prick was coated with pussy juice now, throbbing almost unbearably. It was all he could do to keep himself from coming on the spot, but that would have been a terrible waste. Carla was too beautiful for a quick fuck. It was better to drag things out a while, enjoy the woman completely, make her work for her orgasm.

Arturo reached down and began to fondle Carla's tits, still fascinated by the huge soft globes. His hands were hard and calloused irritating the sensitive flesh, causing Carla's nipples to turn hard and red and puckered. He kept up the stimulation for a full minute, all the while pumping his hips and keeping his prick moving fiercely inside her dripping twat.

Carla unclenched her thighs, allowing Arturo to move freely inside her. Her cunt had loosened up from the relentless assault and she felt comfortable with the huge weapon buried inside her. Brushing long blonde hair from her eyes, Carla watched her lover in action, perfectly pleased with his sexual technique.

Moving with her lover, Carla raised her hips in anticipation of each of Arturo's powerful strokes. He would pull his prick almost all the way out of her, so that only the thick knobby head remained in her vulva. Then he would slam it in again, almost knocking the breath from her tired body. Still, Carla refused to give an inch, crashing her pelvis into Arturo's midsection, knowing that she was turning the lad on intensely.

Finally she could take no more. Arturo's prick had hollowed Carla out, reached the most sensitive recesses of her ample cunt. She closed her eyes and felt all the familiar signs of an imminent climax. Her pulse began to race, her limbs stiffened momentarily, only to relax as her long awaited contractions began.

"I'm coming!" she screamed. "Yes, it's happening to me! Fuck me harder—fuck me until bleed! Damn it, you're driving me crazy. Come on, Arturo, I know you can make me come!"

Arturo ignored the woman's words completely, wrapped up in his own passionate excitation. He continued to plow Carla's steamy cunt, using long slow strokes that churned the woman from within, left her weak and helpless. Carla moved enough for both of them at that point, her hips pounding into the couch, her huge tits crushed beneath the weight of Arturo's barrel chest.

It was one of the strongest orgasms Carla had ever experienced, a bone jarring climax that seemed to go on indefinitely. Suddenly her passion faded, just as Arturo slammed his prick into her for the last time, grunting aloud,, knowing that he would fill her with come in just a few seconds more.

"Oh, yes," Carla shouted in a hypnotizing cadence. "Yes, yes, fill me with come, shove it in once more and let it explode. That's what I want from you. You know what I want. Come on, Arturo, don't stop until you fill my little cunt with cream."

Arturo was more than happy to service his mistress. Carla was rather strange and somewhat condescending, but she had given him a ride to remember, working hard to please him, obviously dedicated and aware of her place. He smiled down at the woman and then slammed his prick in hard feeling come shooting out of its very tip with unaccustomed violence.

Two seconds later the bout of love making had ended. Arturo removed his prick while it was still hard, leaving Carla with a frustrating sense of emptiness. She stared timidly at the huge organ and saw that it was still fully erect, a good sign, indicative of further pleasures to come.

"Fuck me again, Arturo," Carla pleaded, sacrificing what was left of her pride. "You're still big and hard. We can do it in a different position if you want."

"Different position, different hole," Arturo answered smiling. "Turn over baby, I've got something you're really going to like. Your cunt is all full of cum. I don't want it anymore, but I'll be glad to see what I can do with that little asshole of yours."

"I've never done that before," Carla said, shocked by the suggestion. "I can't! It's dirty, and it'll hurt too much. Let me blow you instead. I'm really good with my mouth."

Arturo didn't bother to answer the pathetic creature. He didn't like independent women, preferred to be the aggressor. It was tempting to let the woman finish what she had started with that long sensitive tongue and soft, thick lips but it would be even better to cornhole her, to feel his thick cock forcing its way into her narrow nether orifice.

Carla struggled for a few seconds but then realized that it was futile to protest. Arturo was too strong for her, and there was nobody in the building she could turn to for help. Besides, she had been fascinated by his suggestion, knew that she would enjoy anything he decided to dole out to her

"Be gentle with me," she pleaded in a little girl's voice. "I'm so dry back there. Please, do something to help me."

Arturo spit into his right hand and then slowly transferred the moisture to the woman's asshole. She looked fantastic down on her hands and knees on the couch, her cunt and asshole peeping out from between those shapely thighs. He worked slowly and carefully, reaming the tiny pink orifice with his thick index finger, preparing Carla for anal defloration.

"Just relax, lady," Arturo insisted, "It might hurt for the first few seconds but then you're going to love it. You love everything I do, don't you?"

"Yes, its' just that I'm scared," Carla answered, turning her head over her left shoulder to face her lover. "I want you so badly, Arturo, I'll do anything you tell me."

But Arturo had no further commands for his compliant mistress. His prick was hard and ready and it was tremendously stimulating just to rub it in the cleft between Carla's buttocks, feeling it slide over the silken flesh. Soon his prick was hammering at her asshole, rubbing against the tiny aperture, not to be denied now that Carla was on all fours before him.

Carla waited as she felt the soft head of Arturo's prick part her tiny pink asshole. So far it did not hurt at all. She felt rather strange with her cunt empty and a prick entering her body but that was nothing to complain about. Then Arturo leaned forward, forcing his prick deep into her asshole, giving Carla her first indication of what she could expect from him.

Arturo held Carla by the hips, giving the woman no chance to escape his attentions. His prick bent slightly as it was stuffed into the narrow bunghole but he took his time about it, entering Carla one inch at a time. Soon his prick was halfway into her asshole, bulging obscenely, throbbing with a new load of come. It started to hurt Carla but she kept her mouth shut, knowing her protests would only spur him on to greater violence.

Arturo lunged forward, forcing the remaining three inches of his hard black cock into the narrow asshole. Carla could no longer repress the moan of pain that arose unbidden to her lips. It felt like the young man was tearing her apart from within, reforming her body to suit his own impassioned purpose. She was helpless beneath him, reduced to a willing sexual slave.

"Just relax, lady," Arturo insisted. "Let your body go limp and it won't hurt you at all. I can hardly get into you, you're so fucking tight. Relax, or I'll make you do it."

Carla attempted to do her lover's bidding but found it impossible. Her muscles refused to obey Arturo's commands until she suddenly felt the lad withdraw his prick halfway from her over-stuffed asshole. Just as Carla started to relish the feeling of emptiness she felt a strong hand swatting at her buttocks, crashing into the delicate skin and making her wince with pain.

Her first reaction was shock. A sense of outrage whispered in her ear — How dare you! — then was swallowed by the warm glow of excitement. "I'll be a sonofabitch!" she giggled inside her head, "maybe it'll feel good."

The spanking continued for a few moments more, during which time Arturo worked his cock deeper and deeper into the cringing bunghole. Carla spread her white thighs wider, feeling her asshole stretch out to accept the thick burden. It still hurt like hell, but she was starting to get used to it. Anything was better than having the powerful lad punish her as he had done.

Eventually, Arturo began to cornhole the woman more gently, realizing that Carla was doing her best to accommodate his huge swollen cock. He reached around and started to caress the woman's tits again, still fascinated by the sensitivity of her nipples, live things that responded perfectly to his every touch. His prick remained buried to the hilt in Carla's irresistible asshole but he was more gentle in his motions now, rocking back and forth on his heels, hoping that Carla would enjoy the experience.

Then Arturo let go of the woman's magnificent tits, slowly gliding his hands down to Carla's gaping pussy. He covered the mound of Venus with his right hand and then slowly insinuated his index finger into the open labia. Carla seemed not to notice at first but then her pussy got progressively wetter as she responded to the strong stimulation.

Arturo latched onto Carla's large prominent clitoris, massaging the organ into a state of rigidity. His thumb flicked back and forth over the supersensitive gland, feeling the blood rushing in, turning it dark red as it swelled further. Soon he abandoned this new toy, sticking two fingers into vulva, wondering if it would be possible to bring the passionate woman to orgasm in that unusual manner.

By that time, Carla had grown used to having the thick penis inserted all the way into her asshole. At first the incident had reminded her of her vaginal defloration but now she could see that Arturo was like the other boys she had loved, strong and masterful but also gentle and considerate. He was making love to her as well as fucking her and that was very important.

Arturo felt the woman's body buckling beneath him from the strain of bearing his heavy muscular torso. Keeping his fingers inside Carla's cunt, he lifted his body so that only his prick made contact with her succulent flesh.

Carla was finally able to move with her lover, her asshole no longer in pain from the vigorous buggering to which she had been subjected. Tentatively, she ground her ass into her lover's midsection, squeezing down with her anal sphincter on the knot of muscle that was probing her so well. Soon she found it was easy to help Arturo along, to move in such a manner that the boy would soon be compelled to give up his juices.

As Arturo moved steadily closer to his orgasm, Carla began to discover the erogenous potential of her asshole. Anal sex had always disgusted her but now she realized that that had been a foolish prejudice. It was still somewhat painful to have the huge organ forced repeatedly into her narrowest opening but it was turning her on, especially now that Arturo had two of his thick fingers busily reaming her gaping fuck box.

Carla relaxed completely, feeling herself carried by Arturo's growing passion. Her own needs had succumbed to the strong lad and she was going to come with him, amazing as it seemed to the confused woman. Arturo began to fuck her harder, slamming his prick in without inhibition, delighted at his ability to master the sophisticated and distant executive.

Another wave of passion surged through Carla's body just as Arturo began to fire his wad. His fingers let go of her cunt and clitoris but that did not matter any longer. Carla bucked beneath her imperious lover, feeling her cunt contract wildly, feeling an ocean of hot come spurt into her asshole.

At first, Arturo's orgasm made it more painful for Carla, his prick seeming to get larger than ever. But then the hot juices bathed her from within, lubricating Carla's sore, inflamed tissues, soothing her completely. She felt the huge prick spurt once more and then start to go limp inside her.

Arturo removed his prick quickly, leaving Carla with a nauseating sense of vacancy. Her limbs were weak and shaky and she could see bright colors before her eyes but Carla did not regret her strange experience. Arturo had turned out to be the most virile of her young lovers, knew how to turn a woman on in no uncertain terms.

Without saying a word, Carla started to dress herself. It was obvious that Arturo would not want to fuck her again and he had said nothing about her promise to suck him off. There was still plenty of work to be done but it would have to wait for another day. For the first time in her career Carla could contemplate procrastination without being threatened by it.

"Yeah, that was real nice," Arturo commented a few seconds later. "At first I thought you were one of those bitches that likes to fool around with black meat just for a kick. You were good, though, real good. Better than I expected."

"It was good for me, too," Carla answered timidly. "It hurt so much at first but I loved the way you came inside me. The only thing is that we can't tell anybody in the office about what we've done. You can understand that, can't you?"

"Are you kidding?" Arturo answered with a disbelieving snort. 'They'd can my ass in a minute if they found out I was fooling around with white women. That doesn't mean that I don't want to fuck you again. This was just the beginning."

"I don't know," Carla said after a moment of consideration. "It seems dangerous with all the gossips around here. Maybe it would be best if we just ended it now."

"Not a chance, baby," Arturo answered, staring at the trembling woman fiercely. "I had too good a time to give you up now. I want to fuck you again. Besides, you promised me a blow job, and I intend to get it. I'll be coming in here during my lunch break tomorrow, and you better be ready to put out for me-no excuses."

Carla finished dressing and then kissed Arturo good-bye, finding it impossible not to be servile to the imperious lad. She took a taxi home and then went directly into the shower, more stiff and sore than she had imagined possible. It was obvious that Arturo hadn't been kidding, that he intended to take full advantage of her sexual vulnerability.