Like many black men these days I often get propositioned by husbands to do their wife’s at the oddest of times. Still, one of my most memorable times was while sitting in an airport waiting for my plane to arrive. Flight 702 to Tampa had been delayed twice already, and on the third go around I decided to grab myself a drink. I didn’t know it at the time but I was being followed, and shortly after my drink arrived I found myself sitting next to a middle aged white business man in a five hundred dollar suit. I’d noticed him waiting for the same flight, and we struck up a conversation.

He lived where I was heading for my vacation, and so we started with that, and somewhere between the first sip of my drink and the second sip of the round he paid for we got around to talking about his young wife and their unique life style, and a whole story unfolded, with a picture of her in a thong bikini for my collection no less……

My wife Nina and I have a 32 foot aluminum yacht that we play around on in the summer months. My name is Dennis by the way, and by playing around I mean that we are swingers afloat. Swinging was just something we both mutually agreed upon before getting married.

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    Our house was situated on a lane that led from Mill-Farm (Pandy in welsh) to one of Mill-Farm’s stock yards and shearing barns, therefore it was a common sight to see the old farmer Mr Jones or one of his two sons walking past our gates either going to or from their barn.

The old man was always surly, and rarely smiled or even replied when you said hello to him. The two boys were both about the same age as me. One called Morris who was pleasant, but would never stop to past the time of day. The other was Bryan, who was surly like the old man, but you would often find him stood motionless starring with a look like he was undressing you, he made my flesh creep.

One day in June, I can remember sitting in the orchard looking up the hill and seeing old Mr Jones standing on top of a stone platform about fifty yards up the hill, he was waving. As I studied him I could make out he was standing sideways to me, holding his penis and having a pee. I thought how disgusting doing that in public, and especially attracting attention to himself.

I turned away, and ignored him, when some time later Jim came out I told him what I’d seen. Jim asked where Mr Jones had been standing, and when I explained, he said, But that’s our water tank! Our water came direct from the filter beds on the hill, to a stone tank and then it was piped to the house. As soon as Jim told me that was our water, I realised what that funny taste was in our water. I’d been thinking for several weeks now, that the water didn’t taste quite right, and had put it down to the lack of rain. I immediately felt sick, but at that very moment Mr Jones came walking nonchalantly past, and waved a friendly hello. 

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   Jen turned to her friend and said “Yeah Heather what did ya expect roses and cherry blossoms?” Dr. Blake just smiled and told the girls to get serious as they had plenty of work ahead of them and some of it might be a bit unpleasant. Dr. Blake led the girls over to one of the stalls that housed a stallion called Thunder. He was jet black in color with a coat as sleek and bright as polished onyx.

“Ok girls let’s get to it, this is Thunder and we need to collect both a blood and urine samples from him.” “I’m going to show you how to draw the blood but I want you to get one of the plastic cups to catch some of his urine in when he pees.” I have rubber gloves in the kit there so you can put those on.” Instructed Dr. Blake.

The girls both looked at each other with sheepish grins wondering who would be the one to hold the cup as Dr. Blake began drawing the blood sample. The two girls gloved up and knelt down beneath Thunder gazing in awe at his massive penis. Heather asked Dr. Blake how soon she thought it would be before the horse decided to pee so they could get the sample. Dr. Blake told the girls that it might help to use the cleansing rag in the bucket of water by the stall to wash the animals penis as it should stimulate him enough to capture the sample.

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    There was always a rush to get to the three showers in the women’s changing rooms, and it could sometimes be 6:30 before you got your turn. I wanted to be away on time tonight, so I had worked out a plan to beat the rush. I had put the food ready in the inside enclosure, and I had fifteen minutes till I had to let the baboons in. My last job of collecting the bowls would not get me messed up or smelly, so of I dashed to the showers. I hurriedly had a shower, got dried, put on my clean bra, I was searching in my bag for my knickers when I heard the feeding bell. I thought, “Blow it I’ll get my knickers when I come back”, grabbing the nearest clean overall coat, I put it on and ran back to the baboon house.

I dashed through the food preparation room into the area where the enclosure doors are operated from; the baboons were crowded around the door fighting each other to get in and they were all getting very agitated. I pressed the gate open button and started counting them in, they were coming in such a rush that counting was impossible, and even when inside they were chasing around wildly, so I just give up, assumed they must all be in, and closed the ape’s enclosure door.

I now opened my door from the feeding room to the enclosure, and went outside, closing the door and wedged it with a log. Now this door had a very complicated locking system to prevent the baboons from opening it from the outside enclosure. The problem was that it was that complicated, and so difficult to open that the permanent keeper that I had been working with, didn’t bother to use it. He had showed me how to wedge a wooden log from the outside wall to the door, as he said “you aren’t going to be out here if the baboons are in the enclosure, so why they bother with that stupid lock beat me”.

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       7:30 buffet will be served. At this point we must all make sure that all the girls are escorted safely back to their transport and are clear of the premises, before any adult action can take place.

8:00 we have various videos, some professional, and some very interesting ones produced by yourselves. I have a included some recent ones featuring my own stallion Iceberg, and my Dane Titan. Unfortunately the face of the girl involved has had to be blurred to avoid recognition.

9:00 we have an adult dance troupe made up of six eighteen year old illegal immigrants, dancing is not their speciality, and I can guarantee they won’t leave until everyone has been satisfied!

The last act is something special, it’s the girl featured in my video with Iceberg. Although eighteen years old, she dresses, acts and looks about 13! She will give individual performances to suit your requests. So don’t pig out too much with the dance troupe. The last event is a live repeat of the videos; this is a treat not to miss. Once again unfortunately, her face will be hidden by a mask.
Please reply by Friday next.
Yours the Game keeper.
The letter that accompanied this invitation, read as follows.

Hi Virginia,
Hope your keeping well, and not too sore. You are without doubt the most impressive girl I have ever met. As you can see from the enclosed card, I have given you a big build-up, for your debut appearance.

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“If Jason from custodial calls, put him through immediately,” I told Caroline the next morning as I entered my office.
Sure enough, his call came around 10am, and Caroline put it through. We only talked for a few seconds, and it was all business if anyone was listening, but it required that I meet him in his office down below sometime late in the afternoon about a possible company scholarship for his son Henry. Few employees knew about the scholarship, and fewer still tried to take advantage of it. It won’t pay all of the tuition, but it does pay for most of it, and Henry had the grade point average and better to attain it. He only needed a sponcer to present it to the board, and that’s where I came in. However that may have been true though, that’s not what the call was all about, but only Jason and I knew that. As it was it turned out that I had to go attend a meeting until three thirty, and had Caroline reschedual my other appointments for the following Monday as they weren’t of high priority at all.
Now Jason and I had agreed on one thing as far as our relationship was concerned, and that was that, other than Henry, we would not involve anyone else in the company to join our little interracial get togethers. That wasn’t to say that if the opportunity came that we wouldn’t take advantage of it if in didn’t get in the way of company business as far as either one of our scheduals. A quickie here, a blow job there, or that sort of thing. However I knew that this meeting was mostly to set up something for the coming weekend as we had made no plans the day before when he was over my house fucking me all day long.
“Ah Ms Gillian, glad that you could make it down here with your busy schedual,” Jason greeted from behind his desk, just finishing up some instructions for one of his night people when I walked in, “Okay Bill, that about wraps it up for me, got any questions?”
“No sir,” Bill replied picking up some blue prints off the desk, “I’ll get started on it tonight first thing,” and walked past me on his way out of the office, his concentration elsewhere as Jason closed the door behind him on the way out, and bolted the lock.

• Gillian’s Makeover (Chapter 1)
• Gillian’s Makeover (Chapter 2)

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        The take over of Hetero Dyn Inc. by an African consortium had gone smoothly. At least so far. As Gary often told his wife Stacey at every breakfast before heading off to work these days.

“I’m pretty much in limbo,” the youthful 30 year old brown hair, blue eyed executive explained further, “they can’t pension me off because I’m too young, and they’re still unsure of which lower echelon personel to let go altogether without toppling everything asshole over teakettle in the process.”

“So where does this leave us, honey?” Asked the five years younger svelt, yet extremely buxom strawberry blond beauty right out of a Bay Watch sequeal.

“Well, I’m not really sure,” Gary replied finishing up his breakfast, “there is a position opening up, in fact it’s a vice presidency, and I have all of the qualifications for the job, as well as the experiance.”

“Then you think you’ve got a chance?”

“I didn’t say that,” he chuckled, and not with just a touch of sarcasm either, “I told you. Most of the new upper echelon people are very dark, in fact they’re either black men, or light complected women for the most part. I’m neither black, nor a woman, as you well know. I’m just very good at my job. I’ve put out a couple of feeler’s to other companies though, just the same, in case this doesn’t pan out for us.”

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   She tried to move to push him away but when she moved her hips back slightly to get her arm out it just shoved his tongue harder against her. She quickly squirmed and pulled forward. The warm long tongue of her black lab was driving her wild. She knew it was wrong to enjoy it, but she could not help it. He made slow long licks from her clit up past her tight little asshole. She let him lick for a few more moments. The tip of his tongue pushed into her. He could taste how sweet she was. He started stabbing his tongue in as he pulled out the tasty liquid. Her body trembled as she came for the dog.

Realizing just what she was doing she tried again to push him away. Devil was not going to have that. She looked down and could see the large red cock poking out of the sheath. She gasped. He had her trapped. She kept saying “No Devil… go lay down Devil.” He didn’t listen.

Suddenly she felt his paws wrapping around her midsection as he mounted her. The hot flesh was poking at her dripping wet cunt. It slapped against her several times before the tip of his large meat hit it’s mark and pushed inside of her. He was pumping like a maniac. She screamed and tried to push him off her. He started to growl at her, snapping at her whenever she would try to get away.
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