It had happened
moments before and
there I was sitting
on the loo in an
upmarket restaurant
in London angry,
disgusted,
humiliated and
confused. Angry that
I had been picked
out; disgusted by
what had been said;
humiliated by my
reaction and
confused that I had
not controlled the
situation better.
Before continuing
with my story I
suppose I should say
who I am, why I was
there and why I was
so badly affected
and then you may
understanding my
position.
My name is
Katherine, not Kath,
not Katy not Kathy,
only Katherine. I am
married to
Alexander, not Alex
or Al. We met at
university, I as
nineteen year old
undergraduate and he
a twenty five year
old post-graduate.
We set up house
together within a
month of meeting,
well I say house but
it was a flat.
Alexander fitted out
the flat, which was,
years before it
became fashionable,
minimalist.
Everything was
immaculate, white,
black and bare wood.
We could eat off of
the floor,
everything was in
its’ place!
Alexander was and is
immaculate! Never a
hair out of place,
bathed twice a day,
shaved twice a day,
never ruffled, never
ever sweated – he
was the most
sophisticated person
I had ever met.
Classically educated
at the very best
public school, he
could quote the
classics and
frequently did,
especially to those
he knew were less
educated than
himself. He is tall
and slim and very
good looking. I was
bowled over and he
moulded me in his
image. Within two
years of achieving
his PhD he was
offered a place on
the board of a small
company within the
city and now five
years later he is a
director of a large
financial
institution based in
Geneva. I in turn
have achieved
success and now I am
a very senior
manager running a
huge department in
the Geneva based
office of a London
based corporation.
My reputation with
the senior staff in
the company is of an
incredibly efficient
manager who had few
problems with staff,
with innovative
ideas, who is always
impeccably turn out
and who could be
wheeled out, at any
level to represent
the company. I was
clearly earmarked
for higher
promotion. I am not
naturally a good
man-manger as I’m
too aloof, but I had
been very lucky
early on the
promotion ladder
when one my staff, a
young man, had major
personal problem. It
was affecting his
work and despite my
Ice Maiden image,
which had given rise
to my nickname
within the company,
I quite accidentally
got him to talk to
me. Despite my icy
persona I do
understand people
and between us we
put in place a
recovery path with
which he adhered.
From that day,
although I remain
emotionally cool and
detached, I made
sure my office door
was open and, he
must have talked, as
quite quickly my
staff responded to
me; from that day I
never had problems.
I had better
complete the picture
and describe my
self. I’m tall, five
foot eight, very
blond and blue eyed;
Alexander has told
me I’m bordering on
beautiful, which for
Alexander is a huge
endorsement. I’m
very slim, but with
a very good figure.
My bust is firm and
requires no
brassiere, not that
I would ever dress
without one, as
Alexander would not
approve! I have a
small waist and
nicely rounded hips
and with very long
fine legs, which are
well toned and
defined without
being over muscular.
My hair is short
almost bobbed so
that it frames my
face and it, like
me, is always
immaculate. I dress
in the manner which
some years ago was
known as ‘power
dressing’, usually
in suits or
costumes. Alexander
has trained me well!
Our life together
was and is very
predictable,
Alexander ensuring
we were seen as the
perfect couple in
all the right
places, talking to
the correct people,
always dressed
correctly for the
occasion,
socialising with the
‘movers’ and always
correct in
everything we said
and did. Our private
life was just as
impeccable. I was
not allowed to have
body hair not
through any sexual
deviancy but because
Alexander thought it
cleaner. When we
made love, he always
wore a condom so
that I would not get
pregnant. Children
were not on our
agenda and he even
doubly ensured that
by having a
vasectomy. Even
after that he still
used a condom so
that there would be
no mess.
I travelled to
London frequently
for meetings and, as
my kudos rose, my
visits became more
and more frequent.
The company always
booked my hotel,
which was one of the
large ultra modern
establishments,
clean, efficient,
impersonal, and
cold, and it suited
me well. I had
travelled on this
occasion with one
other senior member
of staff and one of
his juniors. On the
first night it was
obvious that they
were not just work
colleagues, much to
my disapproval as
not only were they
employer and
employee, but also
both of them were
married and not to
each other! On the
second night I
avoided them and ate
by myself in the
hotel. On the third
and last night I had
no choice as a
senior director had
invited us to dinner
at an up-market
restaurant near the
hotel and so we all
ate together – at
least they were
discrete! The tables
were well spaced so
we could discuss
business without
being overheard and
consequently the
conversation was
virtually entirely
business related.
Halfway through the
meal, when there was
a break between
courses, I excused
my self and made my
way to the loos. As
I passed the table
closest to the loo,
set slightly away
from the rest I
heard a voice say
“Look at that! I bet
she would beg for my
big black meat.” I
was stunned! I could
not believe what I
had heard. Looking
round to see who had
said it I saw two
coarse black men
sitting on the table
I had just passed
and both were
looking insolently
at me, it had
obviously been said
for my benefit.
Neither of them were
too clean, both had
stubble on their
faces, neither were
young and both in
their late forties.
They wore lots of
gold chains and
could obviously
afford to eat in
such an up-market
place, but I was
surprised they had
been allowed in.
Neither was well
dressed, with sweat
stains under their
armpits and they
both had beer
bellies. As I looked
at them they both
smiled, well leered
really and I fled to
the loo. Reaching
the loo I had to
hold on to the
basins for support,
I could not believe
what I had heard.
Pulling my self
together I crossed
to the toilet and
closing the door
behind me I pulled
my panties down,
they were sopping,
it was as if I had
wet myself. I was
stunned and as I
took stock I
realised my nipple
were erect as well.
God what was I
thinking! All I
could hear in my
brain was ‘big black
meat’. I stayed in
the loo for quite a
while trying to calm
my self down. With
some trepidation I
left the loo to
return to our table
– I had no choice I
had to pass their
table! As I reached
the table the one
with his back to the
room, and so unseen
by everyone else,
pulled his trousers
tight over his groin
displaying a huge
mound, leering as he
did so and said so
only I could hear
“This is yours
tonight.” I fled!
Reaching my table I
was trying to
recover my composure
when the director
asked me if I was
all right, as I was
very white. I pulled
my self together and
made some excuse
about ladies
problems. I tried to
act normally but as
I looked up I
realised that my
seat was facing
their table across
the room and they
were leering in my
direction and
staring at me. Every
time I looked up my
eyes seemed to be
drawn to them, it
was as if I couldn’t
help looking in
their direction and
I couldn’t stop
their eyes catching
mine – I was like a
moth round a flame.
I couldn’t wait for
the meal to finish
and for the evening
to conclude so I
could return to the
safety of the hotel.
I would normally
have relished the
opportunity for such
an occasion with a
senior director, but
I was completely
thrown by my body’s
reaction to those
dreadful people.
At long last we were
able to leave and
the three of us
walked back to the
hotel. They
suggested a quick
drink before turning
in and as I was now
in the safety of the
hotel and
desperately needed a
drink I agreed. We
were standing at the
bar, they with their
backs to the room,
when I realised the
two black men were
seated across the
bar ogling me again
and one of them
touched his groin
and smiled. I was
stunned as my body
reacted again, my
nipples became erect
and my pussy started
to tingle – they
were everything I
hated in men and yet
I couldn’t help it,
their overt maleness
overpowered me! My
colleagues didn’t
seem to notice and
both threw back
their drinks and
said that they would
see me in the
morning. I was
frozen to the spot
knowing that I
should flee to my
room, but my legs
would not work and
so I just stood
there holding on to
the rail at the bar!
The barman had gone
into the cellar and
the bar was now
empty. I knew they
were coming over, I
could feel them – on
safari I had noted
the impala knew when
a predator was there
even before they
could see it or
smell it and I had
the same animal
instinct screaming
at me. As soon as my
colleagues left the
two black men
crossed over to the
bar, I could feel
them coming, and
they stood either
side of me; they
were both short and
pretty unattractive.
I was like a statue
and didn’t even move
or object when one
of them grasped my
bottom and pushed
his fingers into my
crotch from the
rear. The one who
had fingered his
groin, who seemed to
be the leader, lent
closer to me and
said quietly so as
not to be overheard
“We’re both going to
fuck you. You’re
going to take both
our black cocks so
let’s go to your
room.” And we did.
Almost in a daze I
led the way and they
followed, to the
lift behind the bar
near the loos, not
the main one in the
foyer. Once in the
lift and on our way
to the tenth floor
the leader said
“Suck my cock!”
Alexander thought
oral sex was
perverted and dirty
so I had no
experience at all,
but I did as I was
told and fell to my
knees on front of
him and as he pulled
down his zip I
reached for his
cock. He did not
seem to be wearing
underpants and his
cock just fell out –
it was huge!
Alexander is about
five and a half
inches, but this was
eight or nine inches
and it wasn’t even
hard! I grasped his
soft shaft and put
the knob in my
mouth, I had to
strain to get it in
and immediately the
taste hit me – I
should have been
completely repulsed
but instead I ran my
tongue around the
knob and into his
peehole. His cock
was growing in my
mouth and I could
not believe what I
was doing or what it
was doing to me. My
nipples were
bursting, my pussy
tingling, my body
tingling and I could
feel my panties were
drenched. Ping! The
door arrival bell
rang and jumping up
I tried to gather
myself together, he
stuffed his cock
away and just smiled
showing his
surprisingly white
even teeth. As the
door opened I could
see with great
relief that the
corridor was empty
and we moved the two
doors down to my
suite. My hands
shook as I inserted
the plastic key card
partly because one
of them had his hand
on my bottom, with
his fingers tracing
my crotch, and
partly because I was
so aroused. I burst
through the door and
they followed.
As soon as we were
inside they started
undressing me and in
no time I was only
in a lacy brassiere
and panties. I stood
unable to move as
they leered at me
sending shivers
through my body, and
as I watched they
pulled off their own
clothes. I stood
frozen gaping, my
eyes huge as their
bodies were
revealed. Both were
incredibly black and
enormously broad
shouldered with
potbellies and very,
very masculine. The
leader’s body was by
far the more
powerful and I
shuddered as I
looked at him. My
eyes were
irresistibly drawn
to their groins
where they both had
huge flaccid cocks
hanging down and had
enormous ball sacs,
ten times bigger
that Alexander’s –
the leaders was
clearly the biggest.
I couldn’t take my
eyes off them and
almost reached out
to touch them, but
before I could move
they grasped me and
dragged me to the
bed ripping my
undies from me as
they did so. They
both sniggered as
they saw my shaven
pussy and the leader
said “I can’t wait
to push my cock in
there. Get her wet
down there for me,
she can suck me off
first!” “Okay
Winston!” replied
the other who
immediately pulled
my legs apart and
thrust two fingers
into me – God he was
rough and although I
was very wet it
hurt, but as he
entered me I thrust
my hips onto his
fingers, I couldn’t
help myself. I now
knew the leader was
Winston who at that
moment pushed his
huge cock against my
face and as I opened
my mouth he pushed
the knob into me.
The other one’s
fingers were
thrusting into my
pussy and my body
was really reacting,
my pussy was
dripping, my nipples
stood on end and my
tummy was
fluttering. I could
taste Winston’s cock
again as he wanked
it into my mouth,
working his hand up
and down the shaft.
“Lick my shaft, wet
it for me” and I
obediently licked
the full length of
his shaft leaving my
saliva as a
lubricant, running
my tongue up and
down his silky brown
skin. It was now
huge at least eleven
inches long and very
thick and as I
returned to his knob
he thrust it through
my lips and into my
throat. He held my
head with one hand
and wanked himself
with the other. He
suddenly pulled out
and laying back he
laid on the bed, his
rigid cock pointing
towards the ceiling.
He then pulled me
around on to my
knees and bent me
over, thrusting his
cock into my mouth
and holding my head
down on to it as he
wanked his shaft up
into my mouth. The
other one was now
behind me and I
could feel his cock
being rubbed up and
down my pussy and
then he thrust into
me, there were no
preliminaries, he
just thrust his full
length into me. God
it hurt, I was
sopping wet, but it
hurt! It was huge
and completely
filled me and I
could feel his groin
against my lips and
his balls against my
clit. As he thrust
into me I gasped and
Winston took his
opportunity to push
his cock deeper into
my mouth, I was now
filled entirely at
one end and gasping
for breath at the
other, I was being
fucked, really
fucked! I could not
believe how my pussy
had adjusted to the
other one’s cock and
now as he thrust
into me there was
only a little pain
and I pushed back
onto him. Suddenly
he began to shake
and swear “I’m going
to give the fucking
white bitch a black
baby. Push you
fucking bitch,
push!” And I did as
I was told as he
exploded deep inside
me, his sperm
filling and filling
me. Simultaneously
Winston thrust his
cock further into my
mouth and came. My
mouth and throat
flooded and I had to
swallow so as not to
choke, I swallowed
and swallowed but it
still ran down my
chin, my neck and
onto my chest. As he
spurted for the last
time he pulled his
cock out and
splashed it on to my
face on my mouth, my
nose and my eyes, he
then proceeded to
wipe his enormous
cock all over my
face into my hair,
over my eyes and
chin – I was
covered. The other
one withdrew and it
seemed to take
forever for his cock
to come out, as it
was so big.
They turned me
around so that I now
faced the other
one’s wilting cock
and for the first
time I appreciated
how big it was and
how thick it was. I
had been fucked and
completely filled by
a black man who had
come inside me and I
didn’t even know his
name! “Suck me hard
again you bitch” he
said as he pushed
his cock into my
face. My mouth
opened and my tongue
licked both my
juices and his,
along the full
length of his shaft.
His cock was now
hard again and it
had to be ten inches
long and my hand
would not really fit
round it, although
it was no where near
as fat as Winston’s.
Reaching the top
again I placed my
lips over his knob
and he drove it into
my mouth. Winston
meanwhile was
kneeling behind me
rubbing his huge
cock against my
pussy lips and with
no warning he thrust
his whole cock into
me. My mouth opened
in shock and pain
and the other one
pressed his cock
into my throat. I
pushed desperately
against him and
managed to gasp for
breath. Winston was
now fully embedded
and was thrusting
into me hitting the
inside of my stomach
- my pussy adjusted
remarkably quickly
and I returned his
thrusts, pushing
back to get as much
of him as possible.
It was twice as big
as Alexander’s was
and yet I had taken
all of it. The other
one withdrew his
cock until it was
just on the edge of
my lips and he was
wanking it
furiously, it
bobbled against my
lips and nose and
chin. Winston
suddenly thrust even
deeper and shouted
“What do you want
you white bitch? Do
you want a black
man’s baby? Come on
you bitch what do
you want? Do you
want my baby?” I
couldn’t help myself
I was coming and
coming in a huge
orgasm and as he
started to spew his
seed into me I
shouted, “I want
your baby! Your
black baby! Fuck me!
Fill me up!” As I
shouted he filled me
with his sperm
pushing his cock as
deep as it would go,
my womb seemed to
swell and swell.
This was too much
for the other one as
he splashed into my
mouth and then all
over my face and
hair.
For a moment or two
there was silence
and then Winston
said “lick me clean
and then do Steve.”
I did as I was told,
as they lay side by
side, with me in
between them. At
least I now knew the
name of the first
man who had ever
actually come
properly inside me.
I knelt in between
them and as I licked
and sucked them they
grew hard again.
Winston then pulled
me up between them
so that I was lying
trapped between the
sweaty bodies. He
then pulled me
towards him and they
both turned inward.
I now had one sweaty
fat beer belly
pressed again my
tummy and one in the
small of my back and
I had a cock pushing
into my groin from
the front and one
from the rear. They
were covered in
sweat, as was I, our
sweat intermingling.
They reached down
and ran their cocks
all over my pussy,
which was wet in its
own right and
absolutely covered
in their sperm.
Their cocks were now
dripping wet and
Winston, who I was
facing, lifted my
leg onto his side
opening up my pussy.
He then told me to
put his cock in me
and so reaching down
I grasped his huge
cock and as I put
the knob against my
lips he pushed his
knob a little way
into me. Steve was
busy behind me and
suddenly I felt him
trying to force his
cock into my bottom
– I screamed “No!”
but to no avail – I
was trapped between
them and couldn’t
move. Steve just
thrust his cock
through my sphincter
muscle and into me;
I was in shock with
the pain. I don’t
know how far he had
entered me it just
felt enormous and it
was so painful.
Thank God it was the
smaller and thinner
of the two! As I was
still adjusting to
Steve’s assault,
Winston thrust
deeper into my pussy
and it felt as if my
lower body was being
torn apart. They
were both thrusting
now and amazingly my
body was beginning
to cope and I was
taking both their
rock hard cocks
simultaneously, I
seemed to be taking
huge amounts of both
cocks. It seemed to
go on forever and,
despite the pain, my
body eventually
couldn’t control
itself and I started
to orgasm and
orgasm, shuddering,
shaking and moaning
aloud. And as I came
so did they, both at
the same time,
Winston filling my
pussy and Steve my
bum. They remained
embedded in my pussy
and bum for quite a
while, as our bodies
lay interlocked.
Eventually they
pulled out both at
the same time and as
Steve’s came out the
sharp pain
momentarily
returned. I could
feel bucketful’s of
their sperm running
out of my pussy and
my bum all over my
cheeks and my
thighs.
We lay for about ten
minutes recovering;
I was still trapped
between them. I
could smell their
sweating bodies and
their sperm! I also
realised I could
smell my sweat and
my juices – they
were all
intermingling.
Winston sat up and
said that he needed
the toilet and told
me to go with him. I
couldn’t believe
what he was saying
but obediently I
went. He stood there
at the loo and told
me to hold him as he
pissed – and I did!
His cock was now
flaccid but it was
still huge, at least
nine inches long and
very thick. I held
his soft silky cock
in my hand and
directed the torrent
into the pan and I
could feel the
vibrations as the
torrent pulsed
through it – I
watched fascinated
looking at his cock,
his piss and my
small white hand
holding that huge
black hosepipe. When
he finished he
didn’t wipe himself
or anything, he just
pulled me back to
the bed. Returning
to the bedroom, I
was stunned it was
as if a bomb had
gone off, the bed
was completely
wrecked, absolutely
covered in their
sperm and my juices.
Steve lay there on
his back with his
potbelly and
jewellery, with his
cock still
half-erect. Pushing
me roughly towards
him Winston said
“Lick him hard
again.” I was
horrified, I stopped
before reaching the
bed staring at
Steve’s cock feeling
his sperm still
pouring out of my
bum, where his cock
had just been. I
looked pleadingly at
Winston and his puck
like face split into
a beatific smile his
white teeth beaming.
Still looking at me
he said “Go and wash
yourself you dirty
black bastard, I
can’t have my
beautiful white
princess sucking
that!” Steve
grumbled a bit but
went. I had walked
out of the shadows
into the sunshine; I
was revelling in the
compliment and his
implied ownership –
I was Winston’s!
Winston lay back on
the bed and I
immediately, without
being asked or told,
took his the knob in
my mouth. I couldn’t
help myself and I
pushed my tongue
into his just used
peehole tasted him
and then I deep
throated his flaccid
cock, I took almost
all of it down my
throat before I had
to pull it out
gasping for breath.
I took a huge breath
and as his cock went
down my throat
again, I caressed
his huge balls and
suddenly felt his
hand gently
caressing my hair. I
think I would have
done anything for
him, if it had been
his cock in my bum I
wouldn’t have cared
I would have sucked
it – I was his
slave! The moment of
intimacy was broken
by Steve’s return
and I now had to
alternate between
them. It took me
ages to get them
hard again, maybe an
hour, and then they
fucked me again,
filling me with
their sperm and
making me plead with
them to give me
their black babies.
Finally we were
lying exhausted, all
three of us
together, when
Winston said “We’re
going to stay all
night and we’re
going fuck you in
every hole! Do you
want us to stay?” I
heard myself, as if
in a trance, very
specifically say “I
want you, I want
your baby, please
fuck me.”
And they did! In
every possible
position and every
hole – they may have
potbellies and no
longer be young, but
they were sexual
athletes. Winston
was too big for my
bum and he only got
the knob in, but he
still came in there
as well - I noted he
washed himself
afterwards. They
left at seven in the
morning after
Winston fucked me
yet again filling my
pussy and womb;
Steve was no longer
hard and so sat and
watched. As Winston
came I had held him
to me, holding his
cock deep inside me,
my legs wrapped
around his body
pulling him into me,
my body wracked by a
huge orgasm. After
they had gone, I
stood in the shower
stunned, shocked and
horrified by what I
had done and
horrified by my deep
depravity – it took
me ages to get their
sperm out of my hair
and out of my body.
My pussy and bottom
were red raw, my jaw
ached and I found
walking difficult. I
cleaned up the room
as best I could but
I knew the maids
would realise that
there must have been
an orgy. I was late
and had no time for
breakfast, booking
out I rushed to the
Company; I had never
been late in my
life, but I only
just made the
meeting by the skin
of my teeth. Luckily
I did not have any
great input on this
last day and I
managed to go
through the day
without betraying
myself.
As I sat in the
meeting, my thoughts
went back to
standing in the
shower when the
realisation had
first hit me that
they had come inside
me lots and lots of
times, filling all
of my holes and in
particularly my
pussy and hence my
womb. I wasn’t
protected – I could
have caught
anything! And I
could be pregnant!
Thinking back,
considering the
state I was in and
still trying to
clean myself in the
shower it was odd
that I had had
another thought,
they had not kissed
me once nor had they
touched my breasts –
it was sheer animal
sex! It was their
overt crude animal
maleness, which had
caused my body to
react as it did and
for me to be
dominated by them
and I had succumbed
to it! I had not
been coerced or
bullied, I had just
been overpowered by
their masculinity
and had obeyed their
every command
allowing them to use
me as they wished
and I had come and
come as they did so.
I had begged them to
make me pregnant and
at the time I had
meant it, I had
pleaded with them
every time I came!
On reflection I
realised I must have
come at least ten
times during the
night and I had no
idea how many times
they came inside me.
In my mind I could
still feel that last
hot splash of
Winston’s sperm as
it hit my insides
and I started to
shiver again.
Standing in the
shower my thoughts
had gone back to
that last time, in
my mind it was the
six-o-clock shag, I
had been the
instigator. I had
been the one who had
reached out unbidden
and had caressed
Winston’s cock hard
again, gently
caressing his cock
and those huge balls
until I felt him
stir. I was the one
who had rolled on
her back, who
splayed her legs and
pulled him on top of
her. And, although
my pussy was very
sore, I was the one
who placed his cock
against my poor
pussy’s lips and I
was the one who
wrapped her legs
around his body
pulling him into me.
It was I who thrust
her hips onto him so
that his huge cock
was fully embedded
inside me again. I
was the one who came
and came, and as I
came pleaded in his
ear, my lips and
tongue caressing it
“Give me your baby!
Give me your black
baby! Give me all of
your magnificent
cock. Fuck me!
Please.” And in the
middle of my orgasm
my heart nearly
stopped when as he
came deep inside me
he whispered “You’re
my beautiful white
princess, my baby’s
mother!” I wish I
had glued my mouth
to his and made him
touch my breasts
that last time! I
couldn’t help but be
pregnant!
Despite my
fantasies, I had
decided I had better
get the morning
after pill as soon
as possible, but I
had had no time
before getting to
the meeting. Sitting
there I wished the
day away so I could
get to a chemist,
but the meeting went
on and on and we
were late leaving
for the airport.
Reaching the airport
we had to rush
through to
departures, thank
God for VIP
reception, and at
last I could get to
the chemists – they
had none! Even worse
the flight was
delayed and
eventually took off
at ten. By the time
we reached Geneva
and I got into town
the chemists were
shut so I looked for
the nominated
emergency one –
Damm! It was our
local one and the
Pharmacist was a
friend of ours who
knew that Alexander
had had a vasectomy
would know that I
didn’t need anything
other than condoms,
which Alexander
usually bought
there. I had no
choice but to go
home.
That was nearly two
months ago and I am
pregnant! Secretly I
have booked an
abortion, which is
being done tomorrow,
explaining to
Alexander that I had
a business
appointment out of
town. Payment is not
a problem as we each
have our own
accounts. I have had
other checks done
and luckily I have
caught nothing –
Phew! Four days
after I returned
Alexander wanted sex
and it was terrible
- antiseptic.
Luckily my pussy had
returned too normal
and he didn’t notice
anything unusual, I
did however as he
felt so small and so
sterile. Alexander
may be male, with a
penis, but he may as
well be neuter. He
only makes love to
me because it is the
required thing to
do, probably rated
no higher than
cleaning the car. It
was not really
making love at all
it was just sex in a
totally difference
sense than that with
Winston and Steve.
He was totally
lacking in emotion,
even his kisses were
sterile and I might
as well have been
one of those blow-up
sex dolls. As he
pushed his small
condom covered penis
into me, all I could
think of was those
two enormous
uncovered cocks
pounding and
pounding me,
splashing their
sperm inside me and
impregnating me. I
actually feel
disloyal to them for
getting rid of their
black baby (I’m
convinced that it is
Winston’s) and
secretly wish I
could keep it and
give birth to it and
to go through the
pain and ecstasy his
huge cock deserves.
Every time I feel my
tummy, my pussy gets
wet, my nipples
become erect and my
body starts
tingling.
I very nearly came
unstuck when
Alexander found a
sheet of hotel paper
stuffed in my case.
I quickly explained
I had kept a few
sheets with some
meeting notes – my
notepad had failed.
With that he
immediately ran up
my notepad saying
it’s okay now and
forgot all about the
paper. After he had
gone I looked at the
paper and there was
a name and a mobile
number scrawled
across it. Winston
must have put it
there and I had not
noticed. I am due in
London again in ten
days time, this time
for week. I know I
will be using that
piece of paper as
soon as I get to
London. I think I
had better get some
morning after pills
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