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Chapter 23 Charmaine Goes On Break

     After I helped Nancy release Greg from the Love Seat, The two cuddled up in bed while I rested at the foot of the bed with their feet on my back.  Did you know in the old South house slaves slept at the foot of the bed to keep their Master’s feet warm?

     I found the club’s resurrection of customs used by the owners of their ancestors a bit weird at times.  There I was curled up in a ball with the soles of four feet touching my backside while the couple settled their differences.

     I was stuck there until an Overseer arrived to escort me back to the basement.

     A completely broken and exhausted Greg was sobbing in his wife’s arms promising he would never screw anyone behind her back again especially her friends and relatives.  He would confine his lust to situations where she was fully informed and approved.  Corrine and I had the identical arrangement; however I was reasonably certain she was pulling a Greg and screwing around behind my back.

     While I waited for my escort, their conversation took an unexpected turn when Nancy offered him a one time get out of electro free card if he confessed to carnal knowledge of anyone else.

      “Shaynana, Kimberly and Shelly, and Lenore, but only once with Lenore,” said a tearful Greg his face pressed against his wife’s luscious breasts that I might add were coated with the dried saliva of yours truly.  During the course of the afternoon, I’d discovered she liked having her quarter-sized dugs sucked and sucked hard and I had eagerly obliged.  They had reached impressive proportions due to the powerful vacuum I created.

      “Lenore, you fucked that nasty whore,” said Nancy in an angry voice that made me wonder if I should unpack the electro equipment for another round of playing sparky with his nuts.  Under Nancy’s supervision, I had carefully stored the equipment in a nylon sports bag emblazoned with the logo of the Indianapolis Colts.  An interesting coincidence since Corrine and my collection of marital aids was stored in an identical bag in our closet at home.

     I also wondered how Shaynana, Kimberly and Shelly got a pass but Lenore was a no fuck.   Obviously, Greg Watkins was knocking down more than his share of pussy.

       “Baby, it was only once.  And it was all her doing.   I didn’t want to fuck her; but she got me going and I couldn’t stop.  I love you, baby and only you.”

      “Where did you and that slut get it on,” asked Nancy pressing her heels against my lower back?

      “It was at Melvin’s,” said Greg.

      “Melvin Lockeridge,” asked Nancy in an incredulous voice?   “That brother’s dead.”

      “Yes, baby, it was at his wake.  I was so upset at how poor Melvin looked in his casket; she caught me at a weak moment.”

      “You bastard that was only two weeks, ago.  What exactly did you and Lenore do,” asked Nancy getting angrier by the minute.

     “I got to Malcolm’s early.  You were supposed to be there but you were late.  Lenore was having trouble dealing with Melvin’s death.  They were good friends, you know,” said Greg.  “She suggested we go somewhere quiet where she could grieve.”

      Malcolm’s Funeral Home was a local chain catering to the black community.   I made a mental note to attend an Afro-American wake at my next opportunity.  Apparently, death makes black women horny.

      “If by friends, you mean screwing him while his wife was pregnant,” said Nancy disgustedly.  “So where did you and that trashy whore get it on?”

      “We did it in the room where they sell the caskets.  It was the only place we could find,” said Greg. 

      “You fucked her in a casket,” asked Nancy?

      I would have loved to join the conversation but I wisely kept my mouth shut and my back warm.

      “It was the only place we could find, baby,” repeated Greg.  “It was big, like the one they buried Earl’s daddy in.  It was no big deal, just a quick suck and fuck.”

       My overhearing of this delightful exchange was interrupted by the arrival of Charmaine who reattached my leash and quietly lead me out leaving the two lovebirds to complete their reconciliation.

      As I left their bedroom, I made a note to closely observe Greg Watkins.  He was an unimpressive looking bank employee with an average cock who was apparently irresistible to women, at least black women.  I was intrigued enough to suggest Corrine check out Greg.  At a subsequent monthly meeting, she managed to catch his eye leading to an afternoon of one on one sex.   I reckon Nancy was engaged elsewhere, perhaps sending voltage up and down the peter of a white slave while he screamed his head off.

       “He was unbelievable.  I must have come fifteen times,” was her evaluation of Greg’s performance as we were driving home.  She actually reached down and rubbed her well-fucked crotch at the memory of her afternoon.

       “How?  What did he do that was so great?” I asked mystified.

       “It’s hard to explain.  But Greg Watkins can fuck me anytime and any where he wants,” said Corrine almost purring as she mentioned his name.

       I never solved the mystery of Greg Watkins.  I hypothesized he was a black Casanova whose source of attraction is an unknown like the creation of the universe.  I recalled reading the real Casanova was an unattractive man with an average penis.

       I followed Charmaine downstairs. I stepped carefully finding it difficult to take my eyes of her bottom that looked sensational in tight slacks.

      I’m surprised I didn’t screw up and get my ass whipped again.  The hallway was full of interesting sounds.  Some poor bastard was screaming out a number immediately after you heard the sound of leather cracking down on flesh.  When we reached the first floor, I heard the sound of two women screaming.  One sounded like Corrine but I couldn’t be sure.

     We were almost to the entrance when Charmaine took a look at her watch then spoke to Ray who was standing guard at the basement door.  “I haven’t had a break all day.  Is it all right if I take it now and use twenty two?”

     It took a moment to realize she was referring to me.

     “Have him back by six,” said Ray looking at his watch.  At that moment, a buzzer sounded.  Ray grabbed a pager off his belt, took a look at it and announced, “Got a pickup,” before hurrying off.

     “This way,” said Charmaine leading me away from the basement entrance into the enormous kitchen.

     Charmaine took a key out of her pocket to open what turned out to be the pantry door.  It was a pantry with a difference.  There was an air mattress on the floor.  The shelves contained institutional sized containers of sugar, flour, and other kitchen supplies.  I assumed the air mattress was a recent and temporary addition.

       “Overseers aren’t supposed to get it on with slaves so you keep your mouth shut about this to the Masters,” said Charmaine.

     “Yes, Mistress, I don’t want to cause any trouble,” I said working hard to control my excitement at the prospect of screwing my second black beauty of the day.

      “It’s a stupid rule.  Fortunately, Ray looks the other way as long as we let him get his,” said Charmaine taking hold of my cock and stroking it.  “How bad do want me, Tom?”

       “Yes, Mistress, very much, you’re very beautiful,” I said taking her in my arms and kissing her.  She appeared open to the romantic approach.

       “You sure you can do this after screwing Nancy all afternoon,” asked Charmaine?  “She’s the kind of slut who can take away a guy’s fast ball.”

       It seemed a foolish question, given she had my very hard cock in her hand but I maintained my slave demeanor.  “Yes, Mistress, I will do everything I can to make you enjoy sex with me.”     

       “Tom, I think you are going to be a very popular slave with the Mistresses.  And just between us, there’s no lack of Masters who’ll want you too.  Nancy’s Greg is one of the few hetero male members.”

      “Thank you, Mistress, that’s good to know,” I said.

      “Let’s take this off.  My pussy’s a little tender,” said Charmaine kneeling down to unbuckle the harness.  She ran her hand over the spiny nodules of the clit stimulator that a half hour before had brought Nancy Watkins to a raging final orgasm as it scored her sex leaving it raw.  “I’m not into pain unless I’m causing it.”

       I stood quietly as she unbuckled the straps around my balls.  I never learned what caused her tender clit although I was almost curious enough to ask.  While she was still kneeling, she pulled the turtleneck over her head, revealing a lacy black brassiere holding two luscious looking chocolate titties.   With typical female flexibility, she reached behind her back and unsnapped the garment allowing it to fall.  My cock nodded its approval especially when she gave them a lift and rub, as women are prone to do when they unholster their mammaries.  I’ve watched Corrine do it a thousand times and it still turns me on.

      “I just need a good straight fuck, Tom, nothing kinky,” said Charmaine taking my shaft in one hand as she placed the head in her mouth.

      I was eager to oblige.  Spending an afternoon fucking Nancy while she reduced her husband to a sobbing nobody had satisfied my craving for bizarre sex.  “Yes, Mistress, I will do my very best.”    

     She took me out of her mouth, pausing a moment to flick her tongue over my piss hole before speaking.  “You better or I’ll turn your ass cherry red every third Saturday of the month for the next year.”

    The prospect of pain is a powerful incentive.  Add that to the fact, Charmaine was very attractive with an outstanding body and I had absolutely no problem in focusing on the task at hand.

    She raised her hand to me and I took it to help her stand.  Kneel down and take my pants off, Tom.  Hurry, we don’t have much time.”

     Anxious to begin, I untied her shoes.  She rested her hand on my shoulder as I slipped the clunky uniform shoes off her very pretty feet.  Her toes were just about perfect.  If I ever develop a fetish it will be for the female foot.  I gave her insoles a quick kiss.

     “Naughty slave, I didn’t tell you to do that,” she said in a way that indicated she wasn’t offended.

     “Sorry, Mistress, but they’re so beautiful I couldn’t resist,” I said hurrying to unbuckle her belt.  Next I unzipped her fly and pushed the trousers down so she could step out of them.  Finally, I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her black lace panty then pulled them down her legs.  When she stepped out I brought them to my face.  I couldn’t resist pressing my nose into the damp material of the crotch material inhaling her scent.

     “What’s your real name, Twenty-two,” asked Charmaine placing the rest of her clothes on a shelf filled with half gallon sized cans of crushed tomatoes?  

     “Thomas, Mistress,” I said.  Her panty was clutched tightly in my hand.

     “So, you were born with a slave’s name.  Well, Tom, you a sensualist and we could use more of them at the club.  Too many of the men of both races are just here to blow their load in a hot twat and move to the next one,” said Charmaine reaching down to stroke her sex.

     I had never thought of Thomas as a slave’s name.  I was named after my mother’s brother who was also my godfather.  In site of my being his namesake and godson, he never so much as sent me a card on my birthday, the cheap bastard. 

     “Thank you, Mistress, I have always found the scent of the female sex very appealing,” I said.  “That’s a very interesting tattoo.”     

     There was a spider web tattoo above her pubic region.  Her complexion was light enough for the tattoo to work.  I’d never seen the point of skin art on dark complexion Afro Americans.  Some of Jerome’s crew had tattoos that looked like ink blots until you examined them from an inch away in bright light.

     “Thank you.  I got blown away one weekend at college and decided I just had to have it.  Go ahead and smell them again.  I like to watch you.”

     Charmaine was turning out to be something of a sensualist herself.  I brought her warm panty to my nose and inhaled her scent.  Is there any better aroma on this earth than warm pussy you are about to fuck?  My super hard cock shouted agreement by bobbing up and down.

      “Here, stick your nose in the source,” said Charmaine placing her hands on the back of my head to press my face into her crotch.

      “Yes, Mistress,” I said breathing deeply through my nose that was nestled between her labia.  The aroma went directly to my brain, racing between synapses screaming, “Hallelujah.”

      “You’re the first man I’ve fucked today.  Other than a blowjob for Ray, I’m a Saturday cherry.”

      The concept of Saturday cherry eluded me.  My brain was under the control of my olfactory nerves as I took several deep inhales of her musk.

      “You want to eat my pussy, Thomas,” asked Charmaine in her little girl voice?  She sounded so sweet and innocent.

      “Yes, Mistress, very much so,” I said reaching around to grab her buttocks easing the tips of my fingers into her butt crack.  I used them as leverage to push my face into her vulva circling her opening with my tongue.  I detected an immediate out pouring of natural lubricant.  The taste was heavenly and the aroma was the planet’s most erotic perfume.

      “I’ve been on my feet all day so I’m going to lie down and let you do the work,” said Charmaine.

      Charmaine used my shoulders to brace herself as she lowered herself to the air mattress.   When she reached the floor, she rolled on to her back and spread her legs.   She didn’t say a word as I leaned forward to bring my mouth to her sex.  But once my tongue passed upward bisecting her labia, she became a potty mouth.  The woman sure knew her expletives.

      “Eat my nasty twat, Tom. I’m a pig whore.   Suck my cunt juice out, you white motherfucker,” whispered Charmaine taking hold of her nipples and twisting them.

      I marveled at the steady stream of filth she spouted as I ate her from clit to asshole.  I brought my fingers into play, invading her anus and vagina, causing her to twist and turn as I located her G-spot and stroked it with the pad of my forefinger.  The intensity and variety of her profanity grew as I fingered her.  The way she was working her buds made me doubt her earlier comment that she wasn’t into pain.

      “That’s right. Finger fuck my shithole, give me two, then three, make me feel it.  Stretch my shitter, you lousy bastard,” she demanded in a whisper.  When she wasn’t working her tits, she wrapped her hand around the back of my head to press it harder against her sex.

     Her feet were flat on the floor giving her greater leverage.  As she swiped her wet cunt over my face, I felt the muscles and tendons of her inner thighs squeezing the sides of my head.

      I caught her knee pits in the crook of my arms lifting her legs giving me better access to her anus.  Her dancer’s calves rested on my shoulders as I earned the right to stick my cock in her beautiful pussy.  I could have used another set of hands and a second tongue.

     I could tell she was getting closer to orgasm; however, she was on a long steady climb to the top of the mountain.  I intensified my efforts as I detected the walls of her rectum commencing a rhythmic contraction.  The lining of her vagina joined in and I knew she was closing on the Big O.

     But not as close as one would have thought.  I would have loved to time her orgasm.  The contractions slowly increased, the stream of invectives became even more profane (if that was possible) and her torso began to twist from side to side.  When I glanced up, I could see flecks of spit coming from her mouth and her belly button was being sucked in to where it rested on her backbone before rising to where she looked pregnant.  The conclusion was obvious.  Charmaine liked to fuck. 

      “Four finger my slut pussy, you piece of slimy shit,” screamed Charmaine as she planted her feet flat on her floor lifting her body.  It felt like the three fingers in her ass were being squeezed in a vise.  I had four fingers in her vagina and my thumb was windshield wiping her clit.  She totally lost control as she orgasmed.  Corrine could sometimes raise the roof when she got off but Charmaine was in a class by herself.

      “Fuck my hole and fuck it hard,” said Charmaine as soon as she got enough breath back to speak.  She had the wild look of a woman operating under the control of her hormones.

       I leaned forward cock in hand, located the target and burrowed into her snatch.  My feet were braced against the baseboard as I pressed my crotch down on her clit and moved it back and forth grinding the little man in the boat against my pubic bone.

       “That’s right, Tom.  I’m a slut.  Screw me like one,” said Charmaine.  “Suck my tits, bite them.”

       Charmaine was multi-orgasmic. We would fuck for a few strokes in one position.  She would climax. Then we would slightly change positions for another round and she would climax again.

       She and I were both wearing down when I heard the door open. 

       A deep male asked, “Charmaine, you in here?”

       “Yes, Dwayne, I’m on break,” said Charmaine.

       “Can we join you,” asked Dwayne?  “I brought my own poontang.”

       “Sure, come in,” said Charmaine.

       From somewhere I recalled Charmaine mentioning to Nancy her husband was named Dwayne.  The pantry is a small narrow room.  When I glanced to my side, I saw four legs.  Dwayne’s turtleneck fell to the floor as his partner undressed him

       “Who you got there, Dwayne,” asked Charmaine?

       “Twenty three, this is her first day here.  Who’s that?” said Dwayne.

       Charmaine continued to pump against my cock as she conversed with her husband.  Her hands were around my butt pulling me into her.  “Twenty two, her husband, now isn’t that a hoot.  What’s your name, twenty three?”

       “Cory, Mistress,” said Corrine.

       “Down on your knees, Cory,” said Dwayne.  “Show me how much you love sucking my black dick.”

       “How long you two been married,” asked Charmaine as we fucked?

       The sounds of Corrine making mouth love to Dwayne’s manhood blended with Charmaine’s grunts and the slapping noise of my balls smacking her butt as I pounded away.

       “Six years in May,” I answered for us.  Corrine’s mouth was full of Dwayne’s cock.”

       “That’s great.  Dwayne and I met in law school.  We lived together for the last two years of college.  Our first anniversary is next week,” said Charmaine as she began another of her almost endless orgasms.

       “Congratulations, Master Dwayne and Mistress Charmaine,” said Corrine taking Dwayne’s penis out of her mouth to speak.

       “Thank you,” said Charmaine.  “How’s she doing, Dwayne?”

       “She’s good.  You can always tell the good white cocksuckers.  They get that hungry look when they see black dick,” said Dwayne.  “Cory just finished a ride on the rail.  Ray told me to bring her in here and fuck her sore pussy.”

     “Shit, that’s going to hurt.  I’m surprised Ray isn’t doing her himself.  The bastard loves it when they scream with his dick in them,” said Charmaine who was building toward another climax. 

     “He’s somewhere fucking her riding partner,” said Dwayne.

     “It’s almost six,” said Charmaine glancing at her watch.

     “I know.  Better hurry. Get on your back, Twenty-three.  I haven’t fucked anyone today and I need to blow my load,” said Dwayne.

      Corrine and Charmaine were now shoulder to shoulder as were Dwayne and me.   The air mattress was barely wide enough for the four of us.   When I glanced over I saw Corrine looked the worse for wear.  There were red blotches on her breasts.  Her eyes were red. 

     “My Johnson is going to set that sore cunt of yours on fire,” said Dwayne as he used his cock head to part Corrine’s labia. 

     A loud hiss escaped Corrine’s lips as Dwayne sunk his cock in her.  That was followed by a whimper as Dwayne pulled out then slammed in her.

      “Painful, isn’t it, Cory,” asked Charmaine?  “But fucking a slave right after she’s left the rail is a tradition.”

      “Yes, Mistress, I understand,” said Corrine working hard to respond to Dwayne’s thrusting by planting her feet firmly on the mattress and forcing her hips upward to meet him.

      “Kiss your wife, Tom,” said Charmaine.  “She’s going to need a little help to get off under the circumstances.”

      “Yes, Mistress,” I said leaning over to plant a kiss on Corrine’s lips.  I had to slip under Dwayne’s chest to reach her.  I could feel his powerful body on my back.  Corrine’s legs were wrapped around Dwayne pulling him into her.   It was anything but a romantic kiss. It was hungry and demanding.

     There is something incredibly erotic about kissing your spouse while her vagina is filled with another man’s penis.  The fact he was hurting her sore pussy added to the eroticism I was experiencing.        Charmaine was wrong about Corrine needing help to get off.

       Corrine was finding her own erotic bliss in the sharp painful stabs into her tortured sex.  I could tell from the expression on her beautiful face and the way she was clinging to Dwayne forcing her pussy up to meet his manhood, she was experiencing a new paradigm.  My wife was transforming pain into pleasure as only a true masochist can.

       I have to say it was one of the hottest couple fucks I’d ever experienced.  Lying alongside the husband with his body touching yours from shoulder to ankle while fucking his wife and he’s screwing yours is a powerful sexual scenario.  Most men only get to fantasize about what I was actually doing.

      “Now kiss me, Dwayne, and suck my titty,” said Charmaine.

      Dwayne complied then started alternating between Corrine and Charmaine’s breasts.  When he finished, Charmaine ordered me to replace him.

     Dwayne and I kept it up until everyone was more than ready to get off.

      “It’s almost six, time to blow your load,” said Charmaine glancing at her wristwatch.

      I’d been ready for the last ten minutes.  I issued the release order to my testicles and once more Tom’s mighty sperm army charged forth to rape and fertilize any egg they encountered.

     Dwayne managed to release at the same time.  Simultaneous powerful orgasms left the four of us out of breath and covered in sweat.

     “You two are hot for a while couple,” said Charmaine reaching for her underpants.

     “Thank you, Mistress,” said Corrine.

     I murmured my thanks as I handed Charmaine her bra that somehow had gotten under me.

     “Dwayne, when our internship is over, we’ll have to choose Cory and Tom for a play session in the dungeon.

     That was the first I’ve heard the Murtaugh Estate had a dungeon.