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Working Out Her Kinks {darkest_fate&Mathim}

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There was a moment of hesitation as Lawrence offered his actual suggestion. Kellee looked up at him, wondering if she should follow suit. She paused, bit her lip, even stopped stroking Lawrence's cock. But she had said wherever, and it wasn't like that wouldn't be as easy to clean up as anything else. Her butt was pretty cute too, she guessed, even with the extra weight. Spenser often complimented her on it when she
, after all. Plus, she knew that black guys liked it, and he'd said as much.

"Okay, sure, I guess," she said, shifting. Technically this is about as submissive a position as she could get. Her softly rounded rump, pale, lightly dotted with a few freckles, and jiggling just a little, pressed up toward him. Oh how easy it may be to imagine this same position, only his dick plunging into her. Kellee found herself wondering for a few moments, realizing it. She'd never been a huge fan of that position before, but there was something really... dominate about it. Something that really showed a man taking control. Plus she could sort of recall some porn where a man really fucked a woman hard like that, pounding her into a bed, and it had always seemed... kinda hot.

For now, she shook her butt back and forth. "Okay, ready!" she chimed, looking over her shoulder. It felt weird to suddenly not have his cock right now, but this is what he wanted. Kellee tossed her head, making sure to get her hair as far away from him as possible. She didn't think he'd launch all that far, but she definitely didn't want to take any chances.
 

Mathim

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With her in that position, it would have been quite easy to pretend to have slipped and just happen to push his cock deep inside her, and though he was not someone who would ever do something without consent, it did cross his mind and make his heart race with excitement at the thought. He composed himself, however, he still felt that it would be a waste to just let it go on her ass, as bouncy and beautiful as it may have been. Instead, he changed his mind and decided they should both enjoy his climax together.

"Actually, I want to try something." he put his right hand on her left shoulder, to let her know he wasn't just going to put his back right up to hers since that was what he would need to do to perform this last idea of his. "Can I put it between your thighs, and you squeeze them together on it? That way you'll get to feel it too, maybe even squeeze another orgasm out of it before we're done." he explained. It would let them simulate humping but his cock would never actually go inside her, though the shaft would make contact with her labia, rubbing along them and throbbing, giving her a minor simulation of the oral he had impressed her with. Surely another climax brought on without actual penetration wouldn't be out of the question? And now that he was slick with her mouth's fluids and she was still lubricated down there from his, it would have a lot of ease of motion without there being and uncomfortable friction.
 
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It wasn't a complete surprise that, now that he had her in position, Lawrence wanted to try something different. Kellee's eyes were already beginning to roll. She had a sneaking suspicion he'd try and weasel his way into penetrating her. And some part of you kinda wants him to, don't you? You can always claim it was an accident and get all offended, but still feel what it's like to have that absolutely massive tool inside you. Kellee bit her lip, body rocking slightly, but she knew she wouldn't do it, even with her naughty thoughts cooing at her. Instead she just turned back to look at him, trying to act like she hadn't just had precisely the thought she'd just had.

"Like... dry humping?" she had to ask, giggling a little: they were no where near dry after all. She sliced back some more red hair, considering. It wasn't like his splashing on her lightly furred crotch was gonna cause her any problems. If anything, it may be easier to cover up or clean off. She really doubted that she'd actually feel much of anything, beyond getting a good idea for just how long he is... and how far inside me he'd go if he actually did put it in. It would be dangerously close to being able to just... slip inside.

"Uh, I guess," she offered, spreading her legs a little more. "Though seriously, any actual penetration, and we stop. Like, I won't even let you finish, I'll just put my bikini bottoms on and walk away," she insisted, feeling very proud of herself for saying so, given the thought she'd been having. Good thing that Lawrence wasn't psychic or anything sci-fi like that, or Kellee would be screwed in a pretty literal sense.
 

Mathim

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Lawrence had a pretty good idea already of what was going on inside Kellee's head, after all, how easy had it been to not just flash him, but let him chow down on her muff and then suck him off? She was clearly fighting the massive temptations she was feeling and would probably wear herself down within the next day, or a week, tops. Especially after getting home to Spencer and having another row with him about her fraternizing with 'niggers' as he unabashedly called them behind closed doors. If only he had any clue as to what had actually happened...

"Well, I mean, we're already nice and slick so not as dry as that, but basically, yeah." he agreed to her slight oversimplification. He always pictured dry humping as being done with clothes on which they clearly did not. "Here, spread out a bit wider, then clamp them together." he tapped her on the side of one of her knees with his cock and moved it forward, then up like an elevator, spreading the moist layer on it all over her inner thigh, then letting the base of the shaft meet up with her labia, his foot-long poking out in front of her like it was her own cock, and still just a bit longer than Spencer's even with her frame obscuring the lower half of it. He felt the warmth of her pussy much more significantly than that of her thighs clenching over him, and a drizzle of juice dribbling down from her onto it, further facilitating the ease of fucking her cavity. "Okay, let's start out slow, don't want any accidents." he made sure she understood that he respected her line in the sand about penetration.

Having her in that position was nice because it put him in more control, he could do the thrusting he wanted, and maneuver his cock in such a way as to give her slit maximum stimulation without actually getting anywhere past the labia. He felt his pubic region slapping against that beautiful mound of ass she seemed so ashamed of, which got him even more excited and he had to work even harder to hold back from blowing his load and ending this before he wanted to. "Isn't this better? You get a two-for-one shot at cumming." he panted, whispering in her ear as he stroked her hair slightly, that beautiful shade entirely foreign to any of the women he had grown up around. Her dripping only intensified, continuing to make the slickness possible for the speed to not just keep constant, but even increase, and he could pull back just slightly further, allowing the ramming of his front onto her ass to get more pronounced too. He wasn't going to get too kinky and actually spank her with his hands, so this was the next best thing. And he still came nowhere near having the head even graze her labia, it was all just the shaft and those thick veins giving the sensation of something ribbed rubbing along her, which would be much more attention-grabbing than something entirely smooth.

Realizing he was becoming a little fatigued, likely due to already having blown his load once, and exerting himself quite heavily when he had eaten her out, he slowed his pace and patted her shoulders with his hands, "How about you take a turn, finish what you started?" he suggested, now moving his hands to her hips, pulling her backwards and sitting her atop his lap as he sat on the seat of the tub, his cock still poking out so far that anyone not paying close attention would think Kellee was a white shemale with a big black cock. "This would actually be a really good form of exercise if you want to work out these areas." he rubbed her hips and the sides of her butt. "I'll just sit back, and you can work the rest out." he smiled, very excited to see her grinding on him herself to coax an orgasm out of his cock, which would likely get all over her front, maybe even gushing out hard enough that some would hit her face, perhaps even her open, moaning, panting mouth...
 
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It felt surreal to be following instructions like this. Kellee's mind screamed at her in two voices. One wanted her to stop, to stand up and almost scurry away: she was married, and not to the man with the impressive dick pressing against her quivering thighs. this had to count as cheating no matter how Spenser had been treating her. On the other hand, it felt amazing. So taboo and forbidden, and really she was just paying him back for what he'd done, and showing that she definitely wasn't racist, and getting a little pleasure.

By now she'd already decided. Her legs spread apart, and for a moment it almost seemed like a little string of arousal would connect thigh to thigh. She let him glide against her, feeling his hard cock against her sensitive thighs, just grazing against her sex. Quivering nether lips kissed the shaft, leaving a shimmering trail of lust as he slid up against her. Kellee found her legs quivering, knees sinking just a bit, not quite riding him, but coming dangerously close. Fuck accidents, she was almost tempted to arch her ass and thrust back against him. The friction felt almost better than getting fucked by Spenser.

Thankfully he kept control. Kellee felt him gliding against her, and she shivered and cooed. Her hips already rolled, impressive muscles flexing slightly as she glided against him. "It does feel pretty good," she admitted, adding another nervous giggle. She could feel his breath tickling her ear, further making her shiver. Her body arched slightly, trying to give him the best possible access, that desperate desire to just roll back and slam onto him flaring up within her lower belly again.

To her surprise, he paused, shifted. "Uh, sure?" she said as he picked her up. Kellee's eyes nearly crossed as she saw the thick dick in front of her, a pale thigh straddling it. Her dripping sex nestled against him, gravity pulling her lips taut against him, kissing either side. That thick cock jutted up past her belly button, almost hitting the bottom of her swimsuit top. "I could use the exercise," she agreed, laughing. Kellee rolled her hips then, arching upward. So easy. Just a little shift and she'd all but impale herself. She drew her hand down, forcefully pushing his cock against her body. Not to insert, but to stop her wayward hips from doing more. Grinding down, she pressed cock to outside of flesh, shivering again. Lips parted as she began riding his cock, muscles flexing with the effort of pressing her achingly hot body against his, constantly grinding and arching, desperate for sensation.
 

Mathim

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Kellee did that amazingly well for someone who seemed not to have engaged in that particular kind of play before. Good god, just how vanilla was her sex life with Spencer? He was surprised she wasn't bemoaning the lack of variety, spontaneity and other dissatisfying limitations that her hubby imposed on their bedroom play. Lawrence was just giving her more and more ammunition to shoot holes in her relationship with, but she was determined to use them as a means of improving things that he just couldn't see being fixed despite him giving her a fair chance of doing so with the genuinely helpful advice he had provided.

He was getting close again now, feeling her ass slapping against his abdomen now rather than him being the one doing the slapping, like an extra-naughty lap dance that she seemed almost too good at for something new to her. He could just imagine her in a club doing so at the prompting of her new lover in his corruption fantasy, where Kellee finally admitted her desire for and addiction to black cock like his, quit her day job and devoted her life to serving at their pleasure because it was the only thing that would bring her pleasure. He was so sure he was right about her, and what the outcome would be, that he still would have maintained his claim on her to be her first black cock that would achieve full sexual contact from her when she finally decided to either leave Spencer or practice an open marriage as he suggested, though he believed the latter would be far less likely to fly.

Once again, however, not wanting to waste his potential last opportunity with her, he changed things up once again, planning for that to be how he climaxed with her, and hoping to get her off at roughly the same time as he did. Standing up again and pushing her forward carefully, ensuring that no penetration accidentally occurred, he reached around to her front and grabbed her hands, positioning them on his cock while he then moved his hands to her clit and labia. "Let's finish up like this, you using your hands on me, and my hands on you." he suggested, shifting their positions as he once again sat back down , allowing her to perch standing up over him and jack him off with both hands while he slipped his fingers inside her with one hand and pinched and massaged her clit with the other.

It was a somewhat awkward position, but it was technically safer for the purposes of avoiding having any accidental penetration occur once he climaxed, at least, unless she lost her balanced and fell down onto him, which if she became lightheaded from the massive sort of orgasm he was prone to cause her, it may not have been as safe as he might have believed. She was shaking, quivering, clearly weak in the legs as she reacted to his expert hands. Even he was starting to feel a little lightheaded himself, possibly from dehydration with all the exertion and drinking only alcohol rather than something hydrating. If he had an involuntary muscle spasm in one of his legs, too, that might have caused her to fall back onto him. But he was too focused on making sure she didn't end this without having another orgasm, it didn't cross his mind how haphazard this new position could be.

It happened so fast, so fucking fast he couldn't even react enough, and in truth he didn't know if she was the one who caused it, or himself, or whether it may have been intentional or not, on either of their parts, even subconsciously. There was so much shaking, it would have been hard to tell whether there was an actual earthquake shaking the ground under them, but before he even knew what had happened, Kellee's full weight shifted and his cock shot back towards his body, perpendicular to his supine positioned hips, and his incredibly sweaty naked back and ass caused him to slide forward, as Kellee was bumped by the impact of his face hitting her ass, causing her to lose balance even further, and as he legs fell out from beneath her, landed straight onto Lawrence's cock, causing him to immediately ejaculate a very voluminous load of spunk into her. It wasn't exactly pleasant for Lawrence, it actually hurt because of how unprepared he was, but he could only imagine how much it hurt Kellee, who had to have felt the immediate stretching out of her insides from the oversized phallus that had thrust into her with such force! The only mercy there was that they were both extremely wet and lubricated, otherwise they both would have probably been in even more intense pain and discomfort.
 
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Things happened so fast that Kellee couldn't even fully process it. One moment, she'd been sitting in Lawrence's lap, rolling against him like it was his birthday and she was the stripper/escort his friends had hired. her recently plumped ass pressed against him while her increasingly wet lips ran up and down his shaft. Abdomen muscles rippled with the effort of grinding against him, and Kellee's eyes had begun fluttering. The sheer wanton taboo of it washed over her, making her tremble and shake in all kinds of delightful ways. God, this felt too good to be allowed, and part of her wondered if she couldn't do this with Spenser. Except his cock wasn't big enough to keep slopping against her navel, smearing her own love juices along her belly as if glazing her in preparation for some human sacrifice. Mmm, skewering her lush body atop him in that sacrificial thrust, a cry of delight leaving her.

That last happened. She couldn't hold in the sharp cry, particularly not when he started shifting. His suggestion was: "That sounds hot," and she was already moving, grabbing blindly at his cock. Kellee nearly had to bend completely over, showing a remarkable degree of flexibility for someone with such a vanilla background. Hands gripped his thick cock tightly, eagerly milking it, jerking spasmodically. The spasms only got worse as that familiar tightening began in her lower belly, twisting everything. She felt it contorting, coiling like a snake made of molten pleasure, threatening to ignite her entire core. The flicks on her little clit were sheer bolts of raw delight, making her yelp each time, no longer able to hold back her noises of glee. Her pleasure showed in her continued pulling of his cock, as if she could yank his hot seed from inside to sputter against her and claim them both in ecstasy.

Her own thoughts helped her along as much as everything else. Kellee had gone along figuring that, well, she'd hold steady, or if she lost herself, Lawrence would react in time. But her orgasm hit her like a freight train, making her yelp, body jerking. She meant to spasm and perhaps launch upward, but her legs gave out first as the desire melted her muscles into pure jelly. Her ass slammed down, and she felt him shifting below. The cock left her fingers, slapping against her spasming sex. Mid-orgasm, she felt him not just thrust in her, but outright skewer her, precisely as she'd been daydreaming about moments before.

a sharp noise, so high it was almost inaudible, left Kellee. Green eyes widened as if they would pop out from her school. Pink lips parted in sheer disbelief, contorted by the orgasmic rush that still shook her. Her suddenly stuffed, suddenly full, suddenly aching pussy was still jolting, now milking the cock that was quite obviously shooting the hottest, largest load Kellee had ever felt into her body in the most raw expression of sexual delight she'd ever felt. Kellee felt as if her brain literally stopped working for several long seconds, the pain of the sudden, massive insertion spiking straight up into her pleasure, mixing the two sensations into something so powerful, new, and different that Kellee couldn't even process everything as it happened.

god, at least she'd been utterly soaked and cumming. Even now, Kellee was barely holding onto consciousness, black dots swimming in her vision. She was pretty sure losing her virginity had felt less intense than this, and she'd walked funny after that for days...
 

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Lawrence's balls had also suffered the impact and were now throbbing, having been ignored for the fleeting duration of his orgasm as he shot his still ample despite being his second wad directly into Kellee's cervix, feeling his cock head sliding right past that interior barrier, and he still felt at least three inches of his shaft sticking out, her body's natural limit being just under 10 inches, at least for now.

To an observer, this aftermath of their little happy accident would have looked incredibly comical, of them with the most bizarre expressions of both shock and orgasmic bliss, their tongues out, eyes wide and looking as though they were paralyzed by some kind of tranquilizing agent. It wasn't an exaggeration, either' Lawrence's legs refused to respond to him at all, so he couldn't have moved and removed himself from her even if he wanted to, which he did not, as the sensation of his thick cum mixed with her juices now spurting out the sides of her opening and sliding down his shaft creating a tickling sensation did help distract him from the pain as his balls slowly stopped hurting. He was too out of breath to effectively try to communicate with Kellee, and instead simply tried lifting her off of him, but much like his legs, his arms too were not allowing full use of their musculature at the moment, having too acutely exhausted himself in their previous fervor. If he hadn't changed his mind so much, this wouldn't have happened, although it wasn't intentional, and even Kellee probably understood that...or should would, once she returned from the other side of the moon.

"Fuck..." he coughed, panting, his voice croaking, making it well and truly confirmed that he was now severely dehydrated. And he was usually more careful than that! Kellee had been quite the distraction for him. "Kellee, my god, I'm so sorry! This was a total accident, I swear, please believe me!" he apologized profusely with a truthful denial that this had been intentional. He would have been more than happy to wait a week for her to realize Spencer was a tool that didn't fit her toolbox anymore and have her come back to him for comfort, this was not what he wanted their first full-contact experience to be like. But Kellee wasn't screaming with outrage or writhing in pain. Was this...could this have been even more pleasurable to her than his oral play, and her mind had vanished in the throes of a new orgasm from which she had yet to recover?

"I can't move, Kellee, I literally can't, can you?" he continued to pant, his breath simply refusing to return to him. Despite having just came, his cock had not yet softened, not at all. He still felt her cervix opening wrapped around his glans. Holy shit, he thought, he really hoped she was on the pill! Yes, he wanted Kellee to become open to being a black breeding queen, but he didn't want the parental responsibility to fall upon himself! At least, not without the agreement that she wouldn't name him on the birth certificate. He really needed to keep all that to himself for right now, though, there was no telling how she would react after waking up out of her daze.
 
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Orgasmic haze continued to dominate the cute redhead's mind. Her insides kept jerking, spasming in that odd pleasurable pain... or painful pleasure. Her lower half felt as if it were either melting or bleeding onto his cock, her brain not quite processing the mixture of her own arousal and Lawrence's seed that oozed out from around her mostly plugged lips. Kellee could feel that warmth almost sloshing around inside her, deep within her belly. Could feel it nearly seeping through her, a relatively new sensation, as very, very few men had cum raw inside the pretty white girl. Certainly no black man had. Hell, not a single cock, not even fingers or anything had gone as deeply inside Kellee as Lawrence was nestled right now.

Words sort of punched through the fucked haze that dominated Kellee's mind. Apologies? Why... why was he apologizing? Kellee's mouth moved, but only a little "ah" left her, the noise still so highly pitched as to be somewhere between a squeak and an actual word. Nothing could describe the strange sensations swirling around inside her, still poisoning her mind. The frantic questions clawed their way through her fuck-haze, and she could feel his cock seeming to wiggle inside her.

"N---no," she managed, pulling the word out of her still addled mind. She took a deep, shuddering breath, able at least to do that. Several more, while she attempted to mentally steady herself. She'd just cum. hard, ridiculously, outrageous hard, on a thick black cock that had shot its load so deep inside her that it felt like she should be drooling cum. Fuck, she swore she could still feel him leaking inside her; he definitely felt hard enough. The redhead shuddered, body jerking a little more. She tried to edge herself up and off, only to slide, all but humping him with another yelp.

"so... full," she gasped, almost feeling like a fish on land. Trembling, Kellee flexed every lazy, fucked out muscle she had, pushing. she somehow managed to get herself mostly upright, cum sliding out from her hole. Her legs trembled, threatening to dump her right back on, but Kellee bit her lip, flexed her exhausted muscles, and slumped off, her sex almost immediately gushing cum as she all but collapsed, chest heaving from the raw effort of having to move that far, the ache between her legs barely diminished.
 

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Thankfully Kellee had managed to get herself extricated from their entanglement, and she even got to her feet, somehow, though it looked as though were about to fall over yet again, had she not had the walls of the tub to steady herself, but even then, it wasn't as though her arms appeared any more stable than her legs did! She wasn't angrily berating him for breaking his promise, that much was clear, and he didn't want to get his hopes up but it seemed that she wasn't going to react in that way even after her daze faded. She seemed to have been forcefully made to confront her secret craving, and got more than she bargained for. So much for giving her a fair shot to decide on her own to go black and never go back.

"I can't believe I'm having to ask this, but can you help me up?" he laughed, finally catching his breath now that her weight was no longer upon him, and his cock finally becoming flaccid again. But his arms and legs were even shakier and unstable than hers, and without someone to help them up, he didn't know if they could climb out of there without hurting themselves. Even if they managed to get their minor coverings back on, it would be goddamned obvious that they had been getting up to some very intense shenanigans for them to be that punch-drunk. This was embarrassing, even for him, as he always talked a big game but now he looked like a fucking chump! Two orgasms out of him, one of them having taken little if any effort, and he wasn't even able to get up off the ground under his own power. Not to mention, he still wanted to keep Kellee's secret as he promised. He may have inadvertently broken one of his promises but he still wanted to at least maintain the other.

And what would his sister think? She always insisted he use condoms even if the girls he fucked were on the pill. She was a good sister, always looking out for him if a big nagging at times. He honestly could have seen her and Kellee becoming very good friends. Damn it...why did Kellee have to agree to all of those things in such an uncomfortable place? At least if the hot tub had been full, they would have had the water resistance to relax them and make things less likely to go sideways. But if he was correct, this could have been a blessing in disguise. This had allowed him to take things with Kellee further than he believed possible in that day, and who even knew what she was going to want to do now? If he first taste of black cock had gotten that kind of reaction out of her, would she want more or continue to deny that this was a good idea and that they needed to stop now before things escalated any further?
 
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Free from Lawrence's brain melting dick, Kellee could feel her thoughts realigning and returning. She dared look down, seeing the white fluid smeared against her sex. Okay, he'd cum inside her. That had happened. And he'd shot so deep that she couldn't exactly reach up there and start clawing it out. She wasn't some silly teen who thought that could actually be a thing. At least she also knew she wouldn't have to worry about it. While it had been a while since she and Spenser had made love, Kellee still had regular injections of birth control medicine, technically better than the pill. If anything, she'd be more concerned about Lawrence having some kind of STI, and she seriously doubted he wouldn't have told her about that. Absently, Kellee poked her lower abdomen, wincing as she saw a little more cum burble out of her.

Fuck, wasn't that his second load? Just how much did black guys have in them? As Kellee was wondering, she heard the question and looked to Lawrence. "Yeah, I, like, can barely move," she said, giving him an apologetic smile. She shivered, looking away, still not believing it happened. "and, like, it's kinda both our faults for the stupid position," she said, shifting. God, that had felt intense. Not entirely good but... intense. What would it have felt like if done properly? If she hadn't dropped onto him in this stupid ass hot tub? Ah, fuck, now she was thinking about it. Worse, she was left wondering if this counted as cheating when they'd barely had anything like sex.

Twisting, Kellee began looking for her bikini bottom. She leaned over, almost falling as she grabbed it, but didn't exactly want to put it back on. Her sex kept leaking, and staining the front of her suit would be outright tragic. Kellee paused, trying to think of a way out of it, her brain still sex-drunk enough that doing so was something of an uphill battle. Finally she figured that she should just take the easy route; she wasn't exactly going to stick around here anyway. She tentatively stepped back into the bikini, wincing as she pulled it back up onto her body. Almost immediately Kellee could feel fluids leaking into it, but she knew there were towels nearby. She'd just tie one around her waist, make some excuse, and get the fuck out of there. Go home, make some suggestions for Spenser, and try to put this all behind her.

Though she wasn't exactly moving just yet. Her body still ached, and she needed a few more moments. Closing her eyes, Kellee tried leaning back, again wishing that the stupid water was connected or something.
 

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"Well for what it's worth, I'm sorry. You just got me so excited I couldn't sit still long enough to keep to one position. I thought I was in better shape, but damn, you drained me like a succubus! I feel like I'm almost out of life energy here." he apologized again, but since she didn't seem all that upset and was willing to take at least part of the blame for that little incident, he allowed himself to turn it humorous in the end.

She put on her bikini despite the dark stains pooling in them, which given that she hadn't yet got in the pool, would have definitely raised some eyebrows. Even though nobody really knew her there except Lawrence and his sister, word might have gotten around that someone got up to something with her at the party and potentially reached Spencer's ears. "Oh, um, let me help with that." he struggled to pull up his own trunks, his body finally allowing him to move freely again, though he did also struggle to get to his knees, and then his feet. "There's a spigot over there for filling the tub, we can use that to get our suits all wet so it doesn't look like sex fluids." he suggested. There wasn't a hose so they would probably have to use their hands or just put their crotches under it to let it soak them so they could at least pretend to have gotten into the pool at some point and just hadn't gotten a chance to dry off before getting some towels.

"I hope we're cool. I really enjoyed everything we talked about and did...I do mean all of it." he smiled, since it was true that in spite of the pain in his balls, being able to empty a load into her was like a dream come true. She hadn't expressed any concern even now about pregnancy or STDs so he felt relieved, as this would be the moment for her to be vocal about it and it had passed. "I really am glad you decided to join us, I like the gym to be a place everyone feels okay with everyone else and things will change for the better next time. I think we all got something good out of this. Tell Spencer he'll be welcome at the gym if he cleans up his act. I hope you've got what it takes to turn him into a better man." he continued to be honest with her, he just doubted it would and that she would be back. She had gotten a heaping helping of black cock and there was no way she was going to leave it at that. The only question was, would she let it get the better of her today, or let it fester and wear her down over time and have her spreading her legs and begging him to fuck her before the end of the week?
 
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The various apologies were actually starting to irritate Kellee. She shot Lawrence a quick look that wasn't quite a glare, but indicated that she really didn't need compliments regarding her sexual prowess. Sure, some part of her practically glowed at that. Lawrence clearly had some experience with sex, but apparently Kellee had gotten him worked up enough that he'd all but had to shove himself inside her. All that while she was still carrying some extra pounds too, which just made her feel a little better about herself. What woman doesn't want to know that they're so hot that an attractive guy couldn't keep his hands off her?

Mmm, and that dick. It had hurt like hell, but there'd been no denying that he'd hit her fucking deep inside. She could still feel the soreness, seemingly all the way up to her breastbone. Each movement made the ache throb a little, and she had an almost empty sensation inside. Didn't help that her sex still leaked out a little, though there fortunately wasn't that much more cum left inside her to leak out (it had been orgasm two for both of them). Still, she held up a hand and pretty much dismissed Lawrence's help. "Yeah, I think you've kinda helped me enough already. I got this," she said, keeping her tone light, teasing, though with at least a little tension. While she may have enjoyed herself, she definitely hadn't enjoyed him cumming inside her when he wasn't supposed to, even if it had been an accident.

Continuing to not quite politely ignoring Lawrence, Kellee quickly located a towel. She wrapped it inexpertly around her waist, fingers fumbling in her desperation to get out of there before something stupid happened or people began to suspect something. Fuck, she hadn't even thought about that. People likely would've noticed that they'd headed off by themselves, and hadn't come back for a while. How was she supposed to explain that? She doubted that Lawrence would say anything. Oh well, she'd think of something if it happened. She gave another tie, wincing slightly, and then looked back to Lawrence. "Tell. No one," she told him, pointing at him. Feeling steady enough, Kellee headed back to the party.

Which was, of course, still in full swing. Despite the redhead's worries, few people noticed two others slinking off to have fun. And they likely just assumed the same thing of Kellee and Lawrence they did of everyone else: that they were going off to fuck or whatever. Kellee just worked her way back in, trying to blend a bit with the crowd. Maybe she really should find the pool, jump in, get overall wet. Lawrence's idea about that hadn't been a bad one. It would mean being wet heading home though, which Kellee wasn't a fan of---

A voice called her name, and she jumped, nearly losing her towel covering. Kellee turned, seeing Lawrence's sister approaching. She pasted on her best smile, trying not to look as uneasy as she felt. It was just one conversation. She could manage that before heading out, and even explain herself to her host. Yeah, it should all work out fine.
 

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Lawrence put his head down, feeling like a total tool. She did seem more upset than he thought she might be, now that she was more in her right frame of mind and out of orgasmic bliss mode. Now even if she did leave Spencer, he might not get to be the one she came to for her rebranding as a Queen of Spades, some other brotha would have that honor. Well, at least he was the first black man with his mouth on her pussy, his cock in her mouth, and to blast a cumshot deep inside her twat. Just about every kind of interracial virginity he could take from her, he could claim as his and his alone. He held his hands up in surrender when she doubly reminded him of his promise not to speak of this to anyone. "I won't. I'd sound like an asshole anyway if I told it how it was." he sighed. He really did try to be an honest person as often as he could, and in this case, silence wasn't technically a lie. And nobody would want to hear how he was such an indecisive, immature lover during that session, how badly he'd fucked it up in the end for both of them. He sat there in the hot tub, too exhausted to even think of what he should do next once he left that area, and only decided to at least wait until he could be reasonably sure Kellee had driven away so she didn't have to see him again and be reminded about all the regret she must be feeling. Was he maybe wrong about her? Was this a sign that she was going to double down on Spencer and demand he make it work?

"Hey, girl!" Lawrence's sister, Maya, wanted to catch Kellee before she left. "We're real glad you came along, hope you had a good time." she smiled. "There's a lot of good PR we got having more people from other groups coming in and getting along well, so that helps a lot. I'm looking forward to working out with you at the gym next time." she seemed genuinely completely over Kellee's previous offenses, as minor as Kellee may have felt about them, and since they were mainly due to Spencer's actions. Something caught Maya's eyes and they flicked down to Kelly's shin, where a very thick glob of cum had pooled. "I guess you really did have a good time." She giggled, winking. "That's okay, you don't have to kiss and tell, girlfriend, there's not a guy here who ain't a good time, maybe not for long-term but that's why they get invited to parties." she laughed, wiping off the cum onto one of her fingers and bringing it up to her mouth. "I should probably get me a piece of that meat before everyone starts going home too." she sucked the cum that she didn't know was her own brother's, "Mmm, that's sweet. Guy must have known he was going to be getting a girl to open her mouth for him and came prepared." she licked her lips. "Anyway, it looks like everyone enjoyed having you here, so if you're ever interested in coming to another one, just use the app and we'll make sure to save room for you." she once again left it implied that Spencer wasn't welcome, without needing to go into detail, but cheerfully bidding Kellee goodbye and looking forward to the next time they were in the gym together.

Unbeknownst to Lawrence and Kellee, the upstairs windows that, from below, did not look like they would have a particularly good vantage point overlooking the hot tub area, were in fact perfectly adequate for just that, and a particular voyeur just happened to notice the otherwise empty area no one would have any reason to visit, since the tub was being unused at the time, being occupied by a couple of differing races. They didn't have their camera phone out but out of curiosity, watched the two of them, clearly having a private moment, although they were just talking. For some reason, the voyeur continued to watch them, not wanting to attract their attention by opening the window just to have a chance of hearing their conversation, but the moment Lawrence had whipped out his cock, the voyeur fumbled around desperately for their camera phone and began to record everything from that moment on, and they did not regret it! Kellee and Lawrence gave them quite the show, and before long, there were three voyeurs, though they were happy to let the original be the only one recording it, having a perfectly good view of it themselves already. It was a really great angle, too, Kellee and Lawrence were facing each other and the window faced the side, so everything the two got up to was never obscured by either of the two's backs. Though, Lawrence's face in Kellee's naked muff as he ate her out was hidden by Kellee's thighs, but her reaction to it was priceless and very clearly visible! The cameraman resisted the temptation to jack off while he was recording, wanting to keep the whole thing steady, but his two guests didn't mind pleasuring themselves to the action. All three, however, laughed out loud when Kelled and Lawrence had their little accident, and the camera continued rolling until Kellee managed to climb out and walk away, leaving Lawrence there all alone. The camera did keep rolling just a bit longer, as a gag to show how Lawrence's epic fail had shamed him and he wasn't reacting to it well at all.

Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, it was only a few minutes after Kellee drove away that every guest at the party got the video sent to them, but it was done via a private server owned by the house's owner so no one could share it outside of their own wifi zone, which meant Kellee's secret would be kept in-house and only word of mouth would get out beyond that. But since she and her husband didn't exactly go out of their way to browse the social media pages of people from other minority groups, it was unlikely Kellee would have seen it, and especially not her husband. But everyone's reaction to her next time they saw her would certainly tip her off. Lawrence was, of course, furious because it meant she would now think he broke his promise, again, though on purpose this time and not just by accident. Maya downed a very large, very alcohol-heavy beverage upon learning that Kellee's mystery donor was her own brother, and did not let anyone know that had happened, not even Lawrence, though it seemed like the sort of thing that they would get a good laugh out of later. Though Lawrence had come off looking like a big loser at the end of the video, he got quite a bit of adulation from the other guys at the party, being the only one who could tempt the exotic, freckled redhead into cheating on her husband with a black guy after having just met.

Lawrence at least put in the effort to try to convince everyone who was from in town to not talk about his affair with Kellee but knew it was a futile gesture. Well, they already appeared to have parted on bad terms, which he regretted, but it was going to be a lot worse when they met up again. He wasn't about to avoid showing his face at the gym, however, so if Kellee wanted to hold a grudge against him, he would take it on the chin, admittedly deserving it. He hadn't been careful enough, in more ways than one, and she was the one who'd suffer for it.
 
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Hearing her name made Kellee jump, turning to see Maya. She'd already left Lawrence behind, not quite willing to talk to him yet. Despite his feelings, she didn't really hold what happened against him, at least not too much. They'd both slipped, and Kellee was a big enough girl to recognize that she'd put herself into that position as much as Lawrence had coaxed her. Oh, her sex still hurt like hell, with the added fun of having the dull throb of arousal running as an undercurrent just beneath it, but it wasn't quite enough to make her too upset at the man with whom she'd just technically cheated. He'd still been... relatively nice about it.

But yes, her name had Kellee turning to the woman she vaguely recognized as Lawrence's sister. "Uh, yeah... lot of... fun," she managed, trying to clamp her legs together, as if a movement would cause something to come leaking out of her. Maya seemed to have all but completely forgiven Kellee, so at least her work had achieved some sort of benefit. The people at the gym weren't likely to be total assholes to her any more. But Maya seemed to notice something else, making Kellee stiffen. "Uh, you don't wanna---" she tried, only to wince slightly as the other woman licked the cum. That seemed relatively gross to Kellee just in general, but knowing it was Maya's brother just made her stomach churn. No way was she going to tell her new friend though. She just offered a nervous laugh, and gave a few wiggled fingers. "Yeah, uh, not what you think..."

Though sweet? Prepared? Kellee didn't want to think about that. She sort of just exited the party as best she could, not wanting to draw attention to herself. It wasn't until she was in the car on the way home that she had to wonder. Slightly curious, she dipped a finger down, gathering just a little dollop of Lawrence's seed, trying not to think about the fact that her own arousal surely had to be mixed in there. she gave it a tentative lick and had to admit: it did taste pretty good. She wasn't about to start lapping up her own crotch or anything, but she had to wonder. Was that something she could maybe train Spenser to do? God, did she even want to think about her husband right now? Just doing so made her turn pink, given everything that had happened.

Home. Spenser was surprisingly cool about everything, though he may have been putting on a front. They kissed, Kellee chatted about the party and her new friends and whatnot. She said she was almost looking forward to the gym, and Spenser seemed okay. When she mentioned counseling, however, he darkened. It wasn't quite another blowout or temper or anything, but she could see the storm in his eyes. They didn't need that, he insisted. They could work through this together. Outside help would just make it worse. Etc. Etc. Kellee couldn't quite hide her disappointment but, well, she and Spenser did at least cuddle as she went to bed (after an intensive shower that made certain to get everything out, which left Kellee feeling quite strange between the legs indeed).

It would still be a few days until Kellee returned to the gym. She'd been working out at home still, and she was happy to see that between that and exercise (and let's face it, probably the sexual activity), she'd already started losing weight. Between that and her success at the party, Kellee was in a downright buoyant mood by the time she arrived for her workout. Smiling, she made her way to her usual machines, humming to herself, not quite noticing the various looks, but at least appreciating that nobody seemed ready to ambush her. At least, not for the usual reasons.
 

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It took a combination of Maya's help, bribery, threats and calling in every favor he could from as many people as possible to minimize the damage from the video on Lawrence's part, and at least two dozen people had agreed not to bring it up anywhere Lawrence or Kellee went. Gym included, though that did not mean every gym patron would be one of the people who had agreed to that. Well, he did what he could. He didn't see Kellee there for a couple of days and was legitimately worried that it may have been because of a bad reaction Spencer could have had to her newfound perspective on things.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he did see her again, but decided strongly against approaching her. If she wanted to bury the hatchet, or god willing, maybe want to finish what they had started, he would be patient and allow her to make that first move. Luckily Maya decided to be the one to greet Kellee and quite obviously pretended to have no idea that she fucked Lawrence and that it was Lawrence's cum that Maya had licked off Kellee's leg. Maya, did, however, against Lawrence's judgment, decide to invite Kellee to a club get-together that week. A much more relaxed and natural atmosphere, just some nice jazz, singing, drinks and sitting down at a table. Nothing involving wearing revealing clothing, or people behaving inappropriately either in front of others or in private. Maya did take care not to mention whether Lawrence would be tagging along, though, leaving that up to Kellee to ask about.

Some of the guys started poking Lawrence in the ribs, jabbing him with their elbows, knowing that the girl he'd kind-of fucked was literally less than 50 feet away from him. "Hey, man, if you're done with her, let a nigga get a turn on that ho." they punched his shoulder lightly to get him to give them permission to move in the territory he'd staked a claim on. He was starting to feel really shitty about that. He did like her, and would have been willing to make at least a somewhat serious commitment with her if she was up for it. But if she was that eager to test her boundaries, there might be no way she could be anything but a black cock slut in the end, and likely all these guys would get a turn with her sooner or later. It wouldn't be that big a deal to him normally but she was special, that genetic combination making her a ginger firebush gave him such a sense of loss when it came to the opportunity to be the sole cause of her inability to ever bear a child that looked anything like her, ever. Some other lucky brotha would get that privilege. And he never even got to kiss her properly yet, either. That was something he was particularly fond of, and with his extended tongue length, he could impress her with that like he had with his ability to eat her out.
 
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Surprisingly, Kellee remained mostly clueless. When Maya came up to greet her, she was as friendly as ever, if not even more than usual. After all, she'd now gone to a party with the other woman, and they were quickly becoming friends, as evidenced by Maya inviting her out again. Kellee immediately agreed, admitting that it had been ages since she'd gone clubbing. "I don't even know if I have any decent clothes for it anymore," she admitted, wrinkling her nose and doubtless thinking about her flared hips and butt. But just as she'd started thinking about chatting with Maya about that, something else came to mind: "Oh, I hope Spenser will be okay with it..." she chewed her lip, considering. He should be? There would probably be complaints about her hanging with with, well, people like Maya again. But the whole point was to make friends, and Kellee had lost touch with a lot of her friends over the time she'd had to spend taking care of Spenser.

Poor thing didn't even realize that there were guys staring at her. She was so focused on her conversation with her new friend that it hadn't even occurred to her that other people might have found out. Maya apparently wasn't going to mention it, which went right along with Kellee's plan to pretend the whole thing didn't happen. And she definitely had no clue about the club that Maya was taking her to, or that chances were bordering on inevitable that the pretty redhead wouldn't leave the establishment without becoming a full fledged Queen of Spades, quite probably with her new marking as such and everything. That acceptance, given so casually, was essentially the final blow to Kellee's old life.

For now though, she was just focused on exercising and enjoying herself, possibly even getting in a completely normal workout, chatting away with Maya as if nothing happened or would be happening in the near future.
 

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The club was owned by a semi-legitimate businessman but he had gotten his start running drugs and prostitutes. It was a selfish endeavor at first, born out of necessity but once he'd gotten a small fortune amassed, and saw how what he had done pushing drugs into the community had hurt so many people, he turned his resources toward more positive change and opened several businesses and took care to hire black folks who needed jobs and a sense of family, community and safety. But that wasn't good enough to sustain those businesses. He still had rackets going on underground, but now they were going beyond the black community. Selling very hard drugs to middle-class white people, college students, to avoid having it bankrupt their poor black neighbors. Their prostitutes and strippers were mainly from other ethnic groups than black, many of whom had become Queens of Spades, happily accepting the charge of fucking black men for money, though they had to be trained very well not to give the money back after the time they'd have doing what they loved best.

This was well-known by that local black community but not by anyone outside of it save for the few law enforcement investigators who were being paid to look the other way. So Kellee would have no clue, or reason to suspect, that she was going to a place funded by dirty money making a racket off of selling white pussy like hers just a few blocks away. Hell, the other side of the wall of the club she would be visiting would be the darker side of the business, a strip club where the only thing they were missing was a ginger firecrotch like her shaking her ass on the stage and giving lap dances to private patrons, which implicitly meant sliding whatever little she was wearing to the side and allowing them to stick it into her while she ground her ass on them until they came in her, and then had her turn around and lick their cock clean.

But the most pronounced thing Kellee would see, until she found herself drawn to the allure of this dark underworld and the glorious future she would embrace, was when she decided to powder her nose in the ladies' room and saw a glory hole in the stall, and upon making noise to indicate that her stall was occupied, someone would peek in and say 'hello' with another irresistible, too-big-to-be-allowed black cock.
 
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Naturally Kellee Andrews wasn't aware of most of this. She had never heard of the club before Maya mentioned it, and was more excited to go somewhere new with her burgeoning friends. Kellee already anticipated there being more "people of color" present there, since she assumed, perhaps still slightly in a racist manner, that was where Maya and the like would want to hang out, or possibly take Kellee. Usually Kellee wasn't quite into that scene, mostly because she didn't like the music (as she had by now at least proven to some degree that she appreciated the people), but she was willing enough to give it a chance, to experiment. It was also surprisingly close to her gym, making her wonder why she hadn't noticed it before. Too busy with Spenser, most likely.

The pretty redhead selected
, feeling pretty fucking sexy when she put it in. Kellee hadn't worn it since before she and Spenser had gotten married, and it was one of those back of the closet, keep this to remember how hot you looked in it things. The hemline was perhaps a little too short for a married woman, made slightly shorter by Kellee's now slightly flared hips and slightly larger ass. At least the top covered everything, since Kellee didn't exactly have an abundance of cleavage to put on display. The black fabric clung nicely to her body, outlining her curves, and she always thought the fingerless glove style sleeves looked pretty cool. A dusting of makeup helped make her green eyes pop, with impressive lashes. She slightly
, finding it a style that looked pretty cute and further brought out her impressive features.

There was a slight ping at purposefully making herself look cute and sexy while going out without her husband, but, well, Kellee figured that she deserved it. Helped raise her self esteem. Of course, raising self esteem did make her think about what happened with Lawrence, but she was pretty sure a repeat of those events wasn't going to happen here. For now, she was mostly moving into the main area, trying to catch the music, and to stay relatively close to her friends, not quite clinging to Maya's side, but coming fairly close to doing so.

Though there was one thing Kellee noticed immediately: "Why do, like, all the white girls have the same tattoo?" And they did. A little Q of white amid a black spade, and almost always in the same few spaces: lower back, like a tramp stamp; lower belly, as in not far above the crotch; or ankle, like some kind of label. Of course, Kellee didn't know that several also had the marking on her ass, though as she looked, she did sort of make out part of one peeking out from a girl with the tiniest pair of shorts. She tried to keep close to Maya, not wanting to wander far in this strange new world.
 

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Maya could sense that Kellee was feeling uncertain, and got them a private booth so they could just have some one-on-one girl talk. "That's a bit complicated." she responded, but noticing that many eyes were on Kellee, the new meat who had yet to be branded. "I mean...let's face it, you and I both know you cheated on your husband at the party, that stain on your leg was no accident." she continued to play dumb about both the fact that it was her brother's spunk and that she found out from the video footage. "And speaking honestly, if your man hadn't been such an asshole about it, I might have thrown him a bone if he was trying to hit on me properly, married man or not. There's a whole new perspective on relationships today where monogamous couples are a dying breed, it's just not realistic or sustainable. You already proved my point." she smiled.

"Those girls are sexually liberated in ways they didn't think possible. Usually they come from conservative backgrounds, hardly any people of color in their lives growing up. They start experimenting with sex around college age, and you know the saying, once you go black. Well, they're the ones who proved it right. Those tattoos are their signature, that they're all a Queen of Spades. They may not feel a total lack of attraction to men of other groups, but by far and away, 100% of the time, they prefer a black man as their partner. It also means they have no commitments - they don't want to get tied down, not even to a single black man that they have strong feelings for. Lots of them can't get enough and want group sex all the time. They even try to seduce other white girls into joining them and get them to become Queens too." she explained to Kellee. "That's why a lot of them work in this black-owned club. They get paid, and have access to all the dark meat they can handle."

She did not mean to imply that Kellee was on the road to that, and did not stress the issue or bring up Kellee's proclivities beyond the fact that girl just like Kellee, who had made their vows til death do they part, became Queens of Spades even very early on when their marriages were still fresh and exciting and full of romance. Kellee's was on such a rocky terrain right now, and Spencer had flat-out refused to do any sort of counseling at all, so that was an audible death knell as far as Maya and Lawrence were concerned, if they'd known about it.

"There's different levels, though. Some girls who become Queens can't stand other white people anymore once they get in real deep. They're the ones who work next door, in the exotic dance club." Maya lowered her voice. "Right on the other side of that wall, in fact. It's a dirty business, the girls usually sell their asses on the streets when they're not serving drinks or dancing. But you talk to any of them, and it's the only thing they've ever wanted, from how they sound. Like their entire life before that was a dream, or a lie. Never seen anything like it with any other group. I mean, I know people have preferences, but you ask me, that's taking it way too far." she shook her hand dismissively. "You can hear the music from the other club from the bathroom, though, since it's right next to the adjoining wall." she mentioned. She didn't know that Kellee was going to need to use that bathroom shortly, and would find out that there was a very specific reason why the bathrooms were right there...
 
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