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By Shooter3704 (jack2298@charter.net)


I knew he was trouble the first minute I laid eyes on him. My company sent me to Cleveland to a conference and that was where I met Jason Brown. He sat beside me on the first day of the three day meeting and we had a couple occasions to chat. Jason was funny and smart, and pretty nice looking. By the way, I’m Lori Beck.

After the first days meetings they held a meet and greet in a special room of the hotel that hosted the conference. Jason and I found ourselves talking over drinks. To make a long story shorter we ended up in my room for the night. The sex was nothing short of great.

I had been divorced for nearly a year and frankly Jason was the first man I met that appealed to me. Jason left sometime in the wee hours of the morning and I awoke completely worn out and totally satisfied. My satisfaction was something that he worked hard at.

Because I was late arriving, Jason and I didn’t sit together during the first session but managed to get together during the afternoon meeting which we blew off at the first break and went to my room where we repeated the previous nights sexual activities.

After the first bout of sex, as we lay pleasantly exhausted, we talked about us. Talking about us was something we had not made time for up to that point. Jason was from Jacksonville and when he discovered where I was from he raised up on his elbow and looked at me.

"Now that funny," he said. "I have an old Navy buddy that lives there. He’s been after me to visit and now there is something really attractive in that town. I guess I have a good reason to visit him now."

I frankly wasn’t sure how I felt about that. It was one thing to have a fling in a far off city and another to think about Jason being in my town. All of my training and all of my instincts told me to run from this man. I would be hard pressed to explain why I felt like that, it was just my intuition. I haven’t gotten into much trouble paying attention to my impressions in the past, but for some reason I pushed the feelings aside and invited him to visit.

We spent all of our free time together. Jason was a take charge kind of guy and had me do things that I normally didn’t or wouldn’t do. Wearing sexy clothes, unbuttoning my blouse a couple buttons. Things like that. On the last night we were in Cleveland he asked me to go out with him to a bar not wearing a bra. I’m a 36c with large, very prominent nipples and I normally wouldn’t be caught dead without a bra.

Jason prevailed and I went braless in public. Jason seemed to relish the lustful looks I received from the men in the bar. I didn’t like the looks, at least that’s what I told myself, but the simple fact was my nipples stayed hard and clearly visible the entire time we were out.

The conference was the first week of April and when we parted I assumed that we would not see one another again. Ships in the night and all that. I was wrong.


Returning home I soon got caught up in my work. Jason Brown was never far from my thoughts, especially at night when I lay alone in my bed. I replenished the batteries for my trusty vibrator and that help some, not much, but some. I got myself off many nights thinking about Jason and our love making. Love making was a term that Jason refused to use.

He called it fucking, a word that until recently was foreign to me. My ex-husband tried to get me to use it, but I stoutly refused to do so. To me it is a word that just sounds so nasty. My ex, whose name is Bill, kept after me to perform oral sex on him. I did so, reluctantly, on just a few special occasions, usually after I had drank a lot of wine or other booze. Jason didn’t ask me to do it.

He just assumed that I would, and for some bizarre reason I did. Because this is an honest account I’ll have to admit I didn’t mind sucking him off. The first time he came in my mouth it surprised me, but I managed to swallow his sperm without throwing up. I was strangely proud of that.

It was near the end of May that I got a call from Jason. On several occasions we tried to connect. It was a case of my machine conversing with his machine. That happened several times so it was a surprise when I answered my phone and it was him.

"Hi sweet tits," he said, "Guess who’s in town?"

"Hello Jason," I answered , aware that my heart rate had picked up considerably. "Where are you?"

"I’m at my buddy’s house," Jason answered. "Are you busy?"

"No," I answered a little nervously. I could feel the excitement rising. "Not at all. Can you come over?"

"Just waiting on you to tell me how to get there," he laughed, "I have a bottle of fine wine and a hard on." I gave him directions and he hung up promising to be there in thirty minutes.

I took a quick shower and put on my sexiest dress. A black cocktail dress, scoop necked with buttons in the front. I debated and finally decided not to were a bra. I buttoned it up and then unbuttoned the top two buttons, hesitated and then unbuttoned the third button. On impulse I took off the black panties I had put on. I had to laugh at myself. My hands were shaking like a school girl.

Jason grabbed me and lifted me up, twirling me around. "damn girl, I sure missed you."

He had managed to kiss me and then get his face down into my cleavage all in the space of a few minutes. We were still standing in the doorway when I realized Jason wasn’t alone. A large black man stood in the door with a huge grin on his face.

I managed to get Jason’s face from my breasts long enough to ask him about his guest.

"Sorry, babe," Jason said, "I saw you and I forgot all about him. This is Mike Hawks. My old buddy from the Navy. Hawk this is Lori Beck. I told you about her."

"Hi Lori," the man said in a deep bass voice. "Jason did tell me about you, but the son of a bitch forgot to say how drop-dead beautiful you are."

I could not recall anyone ever describing me as dropdead beautiful before. I’m not stupid and I know I’m cute, but no one had ever said beautiful that I ever heard. It hard not to like someone who calls you beautiful. I was suddenly aware that I didn’t have my bra on and that Jason had managed to get a couple more buttons undone.

"Come on in Mike," I stammered, turning around and quickly getting some of them buttoned again. "I didn’t realize that Jason was bringing anyone with him." Now I recognized trouble. Nothing but trouble from this man. I have a knack for detecting trouble.

"Don’t worry about it," Mike said with a laugh, "I enjoyed the show."

"We brought some fine wine," Jason said relieving Mike of the large bag he had been carrying.

Mike followed me to the kitchen and when I reached up into the cupboard to get some glasses he grabbed me from behind and hugged me tightly, "Boy, I sure missed you," He said. He reached his hand up and massaged my breast, causing my nipple to harden again. "I thought about your sweet pussy many a night."

"Well," I said, "That’s nice to hear." It wasn’t the smartest thing I ever said, but frankly I didn’t know how to respond to his comment.

A few minutes later we all sat in the living room and raised our glasses. "What shall we drink to?" I asked.

"Let’s drink to us," Jason said, "All of us."

I’m not sure just how many bottles of wine were in the bag that they had brought, but we finished it and started on some that I had on hand. It wasn’t long before I was feeling very little pain.

I was sitting on Jason’s lap, kissing and he was gently fondling my breast through my dress. I was a little self-conscious about him doing that while Mike sat and watched. I suppose I have to blame what happened next on a combination of three things. The wine, my horniness and Jason’s insistence.

Again, I’m unsure of when it happened, but at some point my dress got completely unbuttoned and my breast were on display for both Jason and his black friend to view. I tried to keep my legs closed, but Jason pulled them apart to reach my pussy which, by the way was quite moist.

He didn’t have to rub me much before I volunteered to open them for him. I glanced over at Mike and saw that he was watching closely as Jason used his fingers to stimulate me. I suppose it was a sight to see. I, with my dress open and Jason with one hand working on my pussy and the other one fondling a breast.

"Ain’t she got great tits, Hawk?" Jason asked his friend.

"As nice as I ever seen," Mike answered. "Nice pussy, too."

"Come on over here on the couch," Jason invited. "Her cunt feels as nice as it looks. Tastes good, too."

I knew that I should have protested, but for some reason I didn’t open my mouth as the big man settled down beside us on the sofa. I should have jumped up and ran away when I felt his big hand on my breast, but again I didn’t do that either. I just lay there on Jason lap and let them both feel every part of my body.

"Let’s take her somewhere more comfortable," Jason said. "Where is your bedroom, Lori?" I don’t think I actually answered. I seem to remember pointing the way as Mike effortlessly carried me to the bedroom.

The next thing I knew all three of us were on my bed and all of us were naked. Jason insisted that I suck Mike’s large penis. It was without a doubt the largest thing I had ever seen. While I sucked Mike, Jason went down on me doing his usual wonderful job. Never in my wildest dreams had I ever imagined that I would be on a bed with two men at the same time. Never had I imagined that I would have a black penis in my mouth.

"How about swapping ends," Jason said, "You might want to stick that black viper in her creamy cunt. I’ll let you go first this time," he added with a laugh.

Without consulting me they relocated me by turning me around so that my legs hung off the side of the bed. They didn’t stay that way for very long. When Jason knelt beside my head I turned slightly and took his dick in my mouth. Mike lifted my legs and spread them. I could feel his massive penis as the head moved against the opening of my pussy and then suddenly I was filled. Totally and completely filled and I gave out an involuntary grunt as Mike shoved his dick into me.

"You like that, baby girl?" Jason asked. "You like that big black cock. Lori?"

I didn’t answer, but the raw truth of the matter was, I did like it. I liked it a lot.

"I asked you a question, baby girl," Jason said, grabbing my hair and pulling me roughly to his dick causing his penis to go further back than I was use to. I gagged and he withdrew his dick. "Answer me, Lori," he said. "Do you like that big black cock fucking your pink pussy?"

"Yes it feels great," I gasped.

"Good," Jason said. "You are going to get a lot of it. Hawk will drop by from time to time to keep your cunt heated up for me. You tell Hawk how much you like his cock in your cunt. Don’t you dare use any other words. Go on now and tell him."

Stupid Jason didn’t have any idea how difficult it was to talk. Mike, or Hawk, as Jason called him, was pounding my pussy furiously. I had already came twice and another orgasm was approaching. "I...love…your…black cock…in...my cunt," I finally managed to say. At least that’s what I wanted to say, but I’m not sure if I actually said the words or not.

The two of them kept swapping back and forth for the three hours or so. I don’t have any idea how many times I had an orgasm. I lost count pretty soon after they started using my body. I guess it was after one o’clock in the morning when they left, but to be honest I don’t really know. I was asleep before they got out of the door. It had been one hell of a Friday night.