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Claire felt something pushing against her back. She reached behind her and swatted it away. She was busy, her bare feet pressing into the soft white cloud. Calvin was sitting in his wheelchair, floating on another cloud. Her cloud made brief contact with his and she stepped over, approaching him. He was nude, holding the base of his hard cock. Claire’s wings spread out as she kneeled before him and took the head of his cock in her mouth, a moan forming in her throat as she sucked the end of his cock. Calvin grabbed the nude angel’s halo pulling it down and up, making her suck his cock faster.

The little annoyance pushed into her back again.

“What?” she grunted, reaching behind to swat it again, her hand closing on Tom’s hard penis. She reluctantly woke from her dream.

His hand was on the hem of her panty. He sighed. “Just checking to see if you were still on your period.” They usually slept nude, but she wore a panty during her cycle. “Just woke up with a big stiffy.”

Big? Seriously, he thought it was big? Her hand hadn’t left his little penis. She was horny too. Her period hadn’t stopped them from having sex when they were dating and he wore a condom. Claire turned to face him. “Shh,” she said, sitting up.

“What?” he asked, as her hand pushed down on his chest so that he rolled over on his back.

“Shh,” she said again, kissing him. She broke the kiss, moving her lips to his stubble, then his neck, chest, and stomach.

“Oh my,” he said, surprised when he realized where this was headed.

Tom’s body was soft compared to Calvin’s. She was grateful it was dark and he couldn’t see her look of distaste when her hand closed around his penis, nearly engulfing it in its entirety. She raised it and let her tongue slide around the grape-sized head. Tom moaned. She took the head in her mouth, letting her tongue curl around it. He whimpered almost pathetically as she began bobbing her head. This certainly wasn’t difficult. She sucked up, held her breath, and went down, her lips pushing into his pubes. “Unh,” he grunted. Claire sucked up to the head and down again. “Unh Claire?” She sucked back up and down to the base. “Claire!” Up, tongue twirling around the head and down. “CLAIRE!” His hips bucked up, a splatter of semen striking her uvula. Seriously? She thought, sucking back up and regretting it the second a few drops of runny semen shot across her taste buds.

“Ugh!” she said, sitting up quickly and spitting his semen into her palm.

“Sorry,” he apologized. “It’s been a while.”

“Your thirtieth birthday,” she said, sliding off the bed. She couldn’t get the taste out of her mouth and hurried to the bathroom. She flipped on the light and turned the faucet on and let the water run over the little pool of watery semen in her palm. It certainly didn’t look like something that could get her pregnant. Claire brushed her teeth and rinsed her mouth out with mouthwash.

“Wow,” said Tom. “What brought that on?”

“Well, you were horny and I couldn’t take care of you.”

“Then maybe…”

“No, don’t expect me to do that for you again anytime soon,” she sighed, slipping back into bed. She turned away from him. Her husband wrapped his arm around her and snuggled up into her. “Plus, and you’re not going to want to hear this.”

“Uh oh,” he whispered in her ear.

“I think we should hold off on sex for a while.”

“What?”

“Just until you leave on your trip. I think the best chance we have of getting pregnant is if you build up your semen.”

“Hmm, maybe, but two weeks?”

“It’ll be hard on me to, honey, and keep in mind that means no playing with it either.”

“I don’t play with it anymore.”

Claire snorted and closed her eyes.

**********

“CALVIN! Don’t hurt yourself.” Claire stared at him concerned. His teeth were gritted and sweat poured off his forehead.

“250,” said the uni-browed trainer.

“No,” said Calvin, shaking his head in denial. “I can do better.”

“Sorry, bro,” grunted the trainer. He looked over at Claire. “You wanna give it a try?” His eyes swept down her body, well displayed in the two-piece workout outfit.

“No, thanks,” she said, helping Calvin sit up on the bench.

“It can’t be that bad,” he said, staring off into space.

“It can’t be that bad, he said, staring out the windshield as she drove him home. He’d stayed mostly silent since leaving the gym.

Calvin got worse news when he got home. There was a message from the doctor waiting for him. His recent blood work showed he was suffering from Anemia and the office had called in a new prescription for him. “Great,” said Calvin, sarcastically. He laughed, then sobbed, holding his hand over his face for a minute until getting his emotions under control.

“I’m sorry, Calvin,” she said.

He sighed. “I need a shower.” He turned his wheelchair towards the bathroom.

“Do you want me in there?”

“No.”

“Are you sure?” He’d been having some dizziness standing and she worried he might fall.

“I can make it to the bench just fine,” he replied, wheeling away. “Maybe another leg massage when I’m done?”

“Of course.”

“My joints hurt and they’re swollen.”

“I’ll wait in your bedroom.”

Claire didn’t give stripping down to her bikini panty a second thought. She was laying on his bed mostly naked when he wheeled into his room. He paused at the door, enjoying the sight before wheeling up to his bed. Claire sat up and helped him up. The towel he had around his waist fell to the floor leaving him naked, his cock swinging freely. Calvin sat down and laid on his back.

Claire kneeled between his legs. His knees were swollen, a symptom of anemia. She started with one leg, lifting it and rubbing the bottoms of his calves, moving up to the knee. He laid stoically, staring up at the ceiling and not at her. His eyes grew heavy as she massaged the soreness away telling her she was doing a good job. She sat his leg down and started on the next. As she worked her way up off the knee, his cock was lying across his thigh, she sat his leg down and lifted his cock up so that she could rub up his thigh. The hand holding his cock began tugging on it, kneading and sliding along the shaft as it began swelling. It hardened quickly and she didn’t release it. She moved her second hand up to the shaft.

“Stop Claire.”

She froze. “What? Why?” She didn’t release it.

“You didn’t ask.” He continued refusing to look at her, staring at the ceiling.

Claire sighed and smiled. “May I jerk your cock off, Calvin?”

“No.”

“What?” she asked, totally shocked.

“I’m not in the mood for just another handjob.”

She looked down at the rock-hard black cock in her hand. It didn’t agree with him. “I understand,” she said, bending down and pulling his shaft toward her mouth. Her tongue twirled around the tip as her mouth opened wide, taking the head inside her. She moaned with lust for it as she slurped on his cock head. This was certainly a lot more challenging then sucking Tom’s penis. Claire bobbed her head, lips sliding over the crown and kissing down his shaft.

“Stop Claire,” said Calvin even as his hips were bucking up trying to push his cock deeper down her throat.

Claire pulled her head up, staring up his hard chest at him. He was looking down at her now. She met his eyes, giving the tip of his cock a kiss before removing her mouth. “Am I that bad?”

“No, you’re doing great,” he said, filling her with relief. “But you didn’t ask.”

“Oh! Sorry. May I suck your cock, Calvin?” She stared at him seductively, licking her lips.

“What kind of cock is it?”

“May I suck your big black cock, Calvin?” He nodded, finally smiling. She continued staring him in the eyes as she kissed his cock head a second time and embraced the head with her mouth. She let her tongue twirl around the glans. Calvin moaned. Claire began bobbing her head over his cock, eyes going from staring up at Calvin, to staring down the length of fat black shaft projecting out of her mouth. It was a long way to his pubes.

The tip of his cock pushed past her uvula then almost exited her mouth then it was beyond her uvula. With each successive bob of her head, the end of his cock went deeper down her throat. She was long past the point Tom’s penis could have reached plus Calvin stretched her throat out a lot more than Tom’s slim penis. Still, the extra size wasn’t going to deter her from doing this cock justice. Saliva was pouring down his shaft. She pulled up adding her hands to his shaft, rubbing her spit down his shaft. She jerked him off while licking around the crown, took him back in her mouth and bobbed her head over half his shaft while jerking off the remainder. Strangely, she found she was enjoying herself. He was certainly enjoying it. The only bright spot on a shitty day. Calvin’s hips were rotating pushing his cock up slightly, but not enough to cause her discomfort. He groaned. She looked up, his eyes were rolled up in his head. His hands were gripping the sheets tightly. His cock expanded to the point she feared it might wedge in her throat, but still, it slid easily in and out of her throat. He bucked, thrusting his cock deeper than it had gone and she felt it shudder. His first wad shot down her esophagus and into her stomach. Claire pulled back up, jerking his shaft off, his second wad slid down her throat. The head exited into her mouth which quickly filled with semen to the point her cheeks bulged out. She gulped his thick semen down, relishing the taste of a real man’s seed, hot, thick, and delicious.

He came faster than she could swallow, the excess semen dribbling down her chin. Her mouth filled quickly, cheeks bulging out, another wad coming on top of that just as she was swallowing. It was too quick and Claire was forced to remove his cock head from her mouth, the final wads of semen striking her chest and tits.

Claire sat up, licking her lips looking down Calvin’s sexy torso at the black man. He looked smug and satisfied, watching her absentmindedly rubbing his semen into her hard nipples. “You were right,” she said, breathing heavily. “It is better straight from the source.” Claire moved to get off the bed and get cleaned up.

“Where are you going?”

“To clean up.”

“You didn’t thank me.”

“I didn’t…” Claire paused, surprised. She’d just sucked his cock off. He should be thanking her. Yet, sucking such a cock had been her privilege, and swallowing his seed was an honor. “Thank you for letting me suck your cock, Calvin.”

“You’re welcome.”

She nodded, smiling almost shyly at him. “I… I liked it. I’ll do it again if you let me.”

“You can give me another one before you leave today. Right now, I need you to go get a prescription for me.”

“Of course,” she said, getting off the bed.

Calvin glanced over at her. “Oh, and Claire, I expect you to be able to deep throat it by the end of the week.”

Claire gulped, her eyes flickering down to his swollen but floppy cock laying across his thigh. “I’ll try my best.” She paused, still staring at it. Swallowing that thing whole looked like an impossible challenge, but Claire was an overachiever. She’d worked hard to be a straight-A student. She’d put everything into her business and been devastated when it failed. She wouldn’t fail at this. If it made Calvin happy, she’d deep throat that big black cock. “No, I meant I’ll deep throat it for you.”

“Good,” he replied as she gathered her clothes and left the room.

Claire ran some errands for him and picked up his new prescription. She couldn’t stop thinking about his cock the whole time. Here she was a married woman and she’d just given a blow job to her husband’s biggest rival and a black man at that. What she found strange was that she didn’t feel the least bit guilty doing it. Sucking Calvin’s black cock felt like the most natural thing in the world. His cock was a challenge, but the reward of gulping down his thick seed made it worth it. How could she swallow the thing in its entirety? Try to relax your throat, girl. Breathe through your nose. Take a deep breath when you go down on it. Had Mrs. Barnes been able to deep throat it? There was also a certain trait that few people had that Claire possessed that just might make it easier on her. She went through a drive-thru and picked up lunch. As she returned to Calvin’s her confidence was growing.

“Now that’s how I like my lunch served to me,” said Calvin, wheeling himself out of his bedroom.

“What?” she asked, confused as she handed him a tray with his lunch on it. She glanced down and blushed. She stripped down to her panty again without a second thought.

“Eager to get your mouth back on my cock?”

“I do love a challenge.”

They ate, talking about high school, and some of the stupid things their friends had done. They talked about some of the games they both remembered and Calvin commented on how he played harder knowing Claire was in the squad cheering him on. “You looked hot in that uniform.”

“Thanks,” she replied, blushing. She looked down at the coiled-up cock making his sweat pants bulge out. Calvin hadn’t put a shirt on. She admired his physique while they ate. If she got on all fours and pulled his cock down…?

The rest of the afternoon, Claire served as Calvin’s nearly nude maid. She vacuumed, tidied up, and did his laundry. Her black employer wheeled himself up to the TV and played video games, occasionally staring at her when she worked near him. Near the end of her day, her body distracted him and he died in the game, shutting his console down. “May I suck your cock again before I make you dinner?” she asked.

“Sounds like a great idea,” he answered. “Bedroom?”

“No,” she replied. “Right here.” Claire kneeled before the chair. Calvin used his arms to lift himself off the seat so that she could pull his sweats down. Her mouth watered when his cock appeared, already swelling up in anticipation. Calvin scooted forward so that his balls hung over the seat. She flipped the footrests up and pushed them away. Calvin spread his legs and she kneeled between them.

Claire started slow. She bent his cock down, kissed the tip, and began to lick around the crown. She moved her tongue down the shaft, even planting a kiss on his scrotum before licking her way back up to the head. She relaxed her jaw and took the head in her mouth, starting with slow bobs, breathing through her nose, and relaxing her throat. Soon, she was sucking on half and then a little more, further then she’d gone the first time. Claire withdrew, slowly stroking his shaft while she walked back on her knees. She stared up at him and he watched her back as she bent his cock as far down as it would go. She held it in place with her mouth as she got on all fours. His cock was perfectly lined up with her mouth and throat.

Claire rocked on her knees and arms, sucking forwards, letting his cock probe deep down her throat. It was easier than she thought. She stared cross-eyed down his shaft, watching her nose slowly approaching his pubes. She had to withdraw once, licking around his cock head while catching her breath before proceeding again. This time his pubic hair tickled the tip of her nose. She pulled back, raised her head, and pushed forward. Her lips pressed into his pubic mound. She rocked back and forwards, kissing his pubes again and again. Half his cock stayed down her throat and the bottom half was getting sucked. His hand rested on her head, stroking her hair. The grip tightened and his hips lifted.

Claire felt his cock jerk and suddenly her belly was full. She rocked back, slowly sitting up as his cock pumped load after load down her throat. The head exited her throat, her mouth rapidly filled with his delicious seed. She gulped it down, making room for more, some spilling down her chin. In the end, she found herself jerking his shaft off with her tongue out to catch the last few spurts. She snorted, giggling. Calvin raised an eyebrow as he looked down at her. “I’m so glad I took this job,” she said happily, licking around his cock head again. It was as swollen as it got, the tip a smooth black surface except for the long pee slit.

“I’m glad too,” he sighed wistfully.

“Thank you for letting me suck your cock, Calvin.” She was still stroking it, reluctant to let it go.

“No, thank you. That was the best blow job I ever had. You took it all and you didn’t choke!”

Claire smiled and sat up. She absentmindedly ran his shaft over her breasts, letting the head rub her aching nipples. “I don’t have a gag reflex. I can snorkel, hold dental x-rays in my mouth, nothing makes me gag.”

“You’re the perfect woman, Claire,” he said, deeply satisfied, watching his cock slowly wilt as she rubbed it over her breasts. “I swear your body was built to handle black cock.”

“Thank you,” she said, accepting it as a compliment.

**********

“You feeling okay, dear?” asked Tom between shoveling pieces of pork chop into his mouth.

“I feel great,” she said, absentmindedly, staring at her plate. “Why?”

“Well, you haven’t touched your plate and your cheeks look puffy.”

“Oh!” She sucked her cheeks in for a moment. “Allergies maybe and I had a large lunch.”

“May I?” He pointed at her plate, grinning as she pushed it over to him.

Later, in bed, Tom reached over and felt her ass. He whimpered finding she was still wearing her panty. “My period’s almost over,” she said, yawning. “And besides, we’re building your swimmers up for next week.”

“Yes, dear,” he lied. Tom had jerked off that morning in the shower.

**********

Claire arrived at Calvin’s early Tuesday. He rolled out of his bedroom, nose in the air to the smell of frying bacon. “You’re out of uniform, missy,” he grunted rolling up to the table.

Claire had fought an impulse to strip the moment she’d walked in the door. She’d never agreed to work in her bikini or topless, but was finding she ended up that way most days. “This outfit’s just fine, Mister.”

“That’s cause you’re fine, gurl” he answered, making her blush. She did look fine. She was wearing short shorts that left her long lithe legs bare and a tight crop top that showed off her navel. Her bikini strap was visible sticking out of one sleeve.

Claire served him a plate of bacon and eggs which he ate with relish. Calvin was wearing his usual home attire of sweat pants and nothing else. She tidied up the kitchen, glancing at his pants from time to time. After breakfast, she was hoping he’d ask for a blow job, but instead, he had a grocery list for her. She left and did his shopping.

Calvin was in his chair on the front porch when she got back to his house. A man was finishing up installing a wheelchair ramp on his steps. “Mailman’s been. Feel like wheeling me down to the mailbox?” he asked her as he paid the handyman whose attention was focused solely on checking Claire out.

“Sure,” she said. “Let me put your groceries away.”

“You need a handyman, miss?” asked the worker.

“No thanks, my husband takes care of things around the house.” She did accept a business card and declined his offer to help her carry the groceries into the house.

After putting the groceries away, Claire pushed Calvin down to the mailbox. She enjoyed the walk, her eyes mostly focused on the tubular bulge under his sweat pants. He pulled his mail out of the box and she wheeled him back, up the new ramp and into the house. “Couch, please,” he said. She wheeled him over and he winced as he lifted himself and swung over onto the couch. Claire moved the wheelchair out of the way and sat down in the chair across from him. “Wanna play?” he asked, picking up a game controller.

“No, thanks.” She crossed her legs, watching him play, but mostly staring hungrily at his crotch.

He played a shooter game online for around an hour. His screen name was “Big C”. His online friends all knew him. “You like watchin’ me play, Claire?”

She looked up from his crotch. “I don’t mind. Why? You have a chore you need done?”

“You haven’t been watchin’ the screen.” He had just died and signed off the game. “You been starin at my junk.” He turned his attention on her. Claire’s cheeks turned red. The tube under his sweats swelled. “If you want it, all you have to do is ask.” His eye twitched strangely and he had a harsh look on his face.

“May I suck your cock, Calvin?”

“Be my guest,” he said, smiling and lifting his hips as she fell to her knees between his legs and pulled his sweats off. His cock flew up, filling rapidly. Claire caught the head with her mouth, moaning as her lips engulfed it. Her hands pulled his sweat pants down and off his ankles. She sucked it hungrily, she’d been thinking about this all day. Calvin leaned back and sighed. “That’s my good little cocksucker.”

Claire had about half down her throat, she came up, grabbing the shaft, removing her mouth. “Be nice.”

“How so? What’s that in your hand?”

“It’s your cock,” she answered, stroking it.

“And what are you doing with your mouth?” He grinned down at her.

“Sucking it.” Claire rolled her eyes.

“And that makes you?”

“A cocksucker.” Claire leaned forward and started sucking his cock again.

“You’re a born cocksucker, Claire,” he groaned. “I’ve never seen anyone take to it as you have.” She moaned deep in her throat, bobbing her head along his shaft. “Deep throat that black cock, cocksucker,” he growled. She whimpered back in her throat, sitting up and pulling his cock down, so she could push forwards. “That’s it, cocksucker. Suck that black cock deep, slut.” The whimpering in her throat didn’t stop. She took his cock deep, kissing his pubes. The angle wasn’t as good as yesterday, but she was trying harder, growing used to it. Her pussy was gushing. His big strong hands were on her head, helping guide her. Claire’s pussy was gushing with lust. His hands pushed her head back. “Enough.”

“Wh-what?” she asked, shocked. Her eyes were following the hypnotic bobbing of the end of his cock.”

“Stand up,” he ordered. She sat back and pushed herself up, still staring down at his cock. He was holding it, slowly stroking the shaft, watching her. “You're out of uniform. Strip for me.”

She kept her eyes on the prize, pulling her shirt off over her head and throwing it down. Calvin’s hand slid up and down, slowly jerking his shaft, watching her unbutton and unzip her shorts. She wiggled them down over her hips, pushing them down her thighs until the slid down her legs. She stepped out of them, kicking off her shoes.  Claire stood before him in her tiny bikini, she began to kneel, eager to get his cock back in her mouth.

“Top to,” he told her.

She licked her lips, reaching for the strings holding her bikini top and pulling them loose. Her cups fell off her breasts, the top falling to the floor.

“Back to work, cocksucker.”

Claire fell to her knees. He pushed his cock down towards her mouth. She took it from him and started sucking it again. Her pussy was soaking her bikini bottom and her nipples were hard pointed nubs, throbbing with lust. Calvin may have been short and dying of cancer, but his dominant demeanor was triggering some secret desire she held to submit to a real man, a desire her husband had never triggered.

“Suck that black cock, slut,” he groaned. Her pussy squirted the second he called her a slut. She engulfed his cock, sucking harder and faster. It wasn’t as easy deepthroating him in this position, but she did it, taking his entire cock even longer then she had yesterday. It swelled, threatening to lodge in her throat. “Here comes my nut, cocksucker,” he growled, bucking his hips so that his pubes bumped her nose. His cock trembled, lodged down her throat, and suddenly, her belly was full. She pulled back quickly, needing to taste him, groaning with pleasure as his seed filled her mouth, gulping it down so that the next load could fill her mouth and the next load. So good!

Claire pulled her mouth off the head, sitting up and jerking his shaft, letting two more loads splatter over her tits. “Hmmm,” she moaned, “So much cum for me.” She kept jerking it off. Semen no longer shot from the swollen head, but it continued to spurt little jets of white seed. She used the ends of his cock to rub his seed over her hard nipples. “Am I a good cocksucker?” she asked.

“The best,” he sighed, laying back on the couch and resting his head, a satisfied smile on his face, but his eye was twitching, making his head jerk slightly.

Claire showered and spent the rest of the day, cleaning up and fixing him dinner. She didn’t put her clothes back on until she left for the day. She wanted to suck his cock again before leaving, but it had been late in the afternoon when she’d sucked it the first time and he seemed satisfied. Maybe, if she’d asked, but she was too embarrassed and didn’t want to look like she was begging.

**********

Claire picked Calvin up early the next day for a doctor’s appointment. The nurse wheeled Calvin out into the lobby. He looked dejected, staring off into space, and she wondered if he’d been given a sedative. “Bad news?” she asked.

“I don’t get good news from doctors anymore,” he mumbled.

“Do you want to skip the gym?”

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “Let’s go.”

Claire hadn’t worn her workout clothes. She wore a summer dress, white with roses, that looked lovely on her. Flipflops were on her feet, making a clicking sound as she walked. The unibrow trainer checked her out, clearly liking what he saw, as did every male working out. Nothing she wasn’t used to.

“AAAGGHHHH!!” Calvin cried through gritted teeth holding the weights above his head.

“Hold on. Don’t hurt yourself,” said Unibrow, grabbing the bar and putting it down.

Calvin was breathing heavily and sweating profusely. He stared at the ceiling in disbelief. His strong muscular arms were shaking. Claire thought for a moment that he might cry, her eyes were watery, but no tears rolled down his cheeks.

Claire looked at the weights. “180! That’s good.”

Unibrow shook his head at her out of Calvin’s sight. “FUCK!” spat Calvin, clearly pissed. “Fuck no, that’s not good.” He held his hand out and Unibrow grabbed his arm, pulling Calvin up.

“Is still good, little buddy,” said Unibrow.

Claire wheeled the chair up the bench. The trainer helped Calvin up and swung him over to the seat. “Is not good,” whispered Calvin.

“You do better next time.” The burly trainer patted Calvin on the shoulder.

“No,” said Calvin, shaking his head. “I can’t take the pain anymore. A fifty-pound weight hurts. There’s no point anyway. Razmik,” said Calvin holding out his hand. Unibrow grasped it and they shook. “Thanks for everything. I’m done with the gym.”

“Sorry to see you go, little buddy.”

Calvin turned to Claire. “Let’s go.”

Claire took the handles and wheeled him towards the door.

Razmik walked with them to the door. “Sorry to see you go too, honey.” He turned his attention to Claire. “I’m here seven days a week if you change your mind about training with me.”

“I’ll ask for you if I change my mind,” said Claire, with a wry smile. Her nipples were popping out from the hairy man’s attention.

“I give you the Armenian workout. Work you so hard, you won’t walk straight for a week.”

“Thank you,” she responded, her pussy fluttering. Ugly and hairy, but the trainer was big, masculine, and the bulge beneath his workout shorts was as impressive as Calvin’s. Her mind pictured her falling to her knees and pulling his shorts down, a massive hairy cock smacking her in the face. Her arousal was growing. She seemed to get horny every other period, building up to her ovulating. She’d be begging for cock…  Tom’s penis next week.

They went through a drive-thru and got some roast beef sandwiches for lunch. Calvin was silent most of the ride. He tried to eat in the car, but didn’t feel like eating, wrapping the mostly entire sandwich back up in the wrapper.

Claire ate hers on the porch, chewing and watching Calvin sitting dejectedly in his chair. He smoked a joint, finally looking somewhat relieved when he finished. He wheeled the chair around. “I’m going to get a shower.” She sprang up and opened the door for him while he wheeled himself to the bathroom.

Claire threw her fast-food bag away and walked over to the couch, pulling her dress off over her head. She tossed it over the back of the couch, stepping out of her flipflops as she untied her bikini top. Stripped down to her “uniform”, she slowly opened the door to the bathroom and stepped inside.

“GET OUT!” Snapped Calvin from inside the shower. “I want to be alone.”

He looked up, water from the shower running off his head, as she entered the shower. He spread his legs as she moved in between them. His cock was dangling down over the bench. “I know you had a bad day, but don’t take it out on me,” she said, as he rested his head on her bosom. He reached around her back and pulled her close. She stroked his head. “I’m here not because you pay me, but because you’re my friend.”

“I’m sorry,” he sobbed, wrapping his arms around her back, now crying into her breasts. “You’re the best thing to happen to me in years.”

“It’s okay to cry,” she whispered, stroking his head. “It’s okay.”

And Calvin did cry. He sobbed and cried while she stroked his bald head. Finally, he turned his head sideways, staring at her erect nipple. “Three to four,” he said, raising his hand to pinch the pink stub capping her large bosom.

Claire gasped, as a wave of pleasure swept through her body, electrical impulses triggering spasms of desire in her pussy. “Three to four what?”

“Months left.”

“Oh!” She gasped, feeling for him. “Oh!” Her sorrow replacing her arousal. “OH!” A fresh wave of arousal soaked the bottom of her panty as Calvin’s lips replaced his fingers on her nipple. He sucked her nipple between his lips, sucking her entire areolae into his mouth. “Oh! Mmmmm,” she purred still stroking his head. She felt his cock crawling up her thigh, the shaft pressing into her crotch, as he hardened.

Claire moaned as his mouth worked their magic on her nipple. Just when she thought her nipple couldn’t take anymore, he kissed over to her other nipple, his fingers replacing his mouth on the one he’d been sucking. “Mmmm, so good,” she moaned. Claire pictured herself standing on her tiptoes and untying the strings on her hips. She guided the bare head of his big black cock towards the entrance to her pussy and slowly sank onto the huge shaft. Instead, she stepped back from those dangerous thoughts and the even more dangerous black cock between Calvin’s legs. She’d have to tame it another way.

Claire sank to her knees before the seated black man, leaned forward and took his cock between her lips. Now it was his turn to say, “Oh!” and “Mmmm,” as she inhaled his cock and sucked it like it deserved, deepthroating his shaft when she could, licking the crown, kneading his balls, sucking the tip while jerking off the rest. His cum was measured in ounces not teaspoons and his delicious seed filled her mouth again and again. She swallowed every drop of it, her lips pursed around the tip while she jerked the last remaining drops from his shaft.

“Thank you,” he gasped.

“Thank you,” she replied, licking her lips. “I love sucking your cock.”

“Help me out.”

Claire helped him up and held him as she swung him into his wheelchair. She dried him off and then herself, staying in her panty while she wheeled him into his bedroom. “Claire, I want to ask you something,” he said.

“Go ahead.” She helped him swing over onto the bed.

“Is your period over?”

“Yeah, why?”

“I want to break one of your rules.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she responded, but she was intrigued. “What were you thinking about?”

“Well, you’re giving me a lot of pleasure sucking me off. I was thinking it would only be fair if I repaid the favor.”

“Oh!” she said, surprised. Her pussy fluttered at the thought. “That’s not necessary like I said, I enjoy sucking you off, and…”

“I want to do it,” he said. “My fiancé thought it was dirty, but Mrs. Barnes loved having me go down on her. I’d really like to go down on a woman again before it’s too late.”

Claire’s pussy was soaking her panty. Tom hadn’t eaten her out since before they were married. She’d enjoyed his tongue more than his prick and she could sure use an orgasm. “Okay,” she said.

“Okay!” He perked up. “Lie down on the bed.”

Claire obeyed, scooting up and laying on his bed. He crawled over her leg and laid between her knees. His hand came up to her hips ready to break her rules. He pulled at the ties on her bikini bottom and pulled it down over her bush. She could feel his breath on her crotch. “Look at that pretty white pussy,” he whispered. Claire gasped when she felt his tongue glide up from the base of her pussy lips to her clit. He started lapping, wiggling his tongue into her. Claire started whimpering it felt so good. Her hips raised into his probing tongue. She opened her legs to give him more room. Calvin pushed his index finger in, rotating it around inside her. Claire panted, pushing her crotch into his finger as he slowly pulled it out, but he was only adding his middle finger. He pushed both fingers inside her. Combined, they felt bigger than Tom’s penis. He bent them, the tips rubbing the insides of her pussy. “Ah!” she cried, cumming so quickly she hadn’t felt it build up. “AAAHHH!” she screamed, her hips rising into his thrusting fingers as her quick little orgasm turned into an earthquake. She stared down at him in awe. He was looking up her body, down her chestnut-colored pubes, over her undulating belly, and between her breasts, meeting her eyes. His lips sucking in her clit and tonguing over the hard nub while his fingers continued wiggling fast inside her. “UNNNNHHH!” She cried one last time, her hips crashing back down on the bed. Calvin withdrew his fingers and planted a kiss on the top of her pussy. “Thank you,” she mumbled, gasping for breath.

He kissed her pussy again and pushed himself up. “Good one?” he asked.

“That was the best orgasm of my life,” she said, still dazed by its intensity. Claire smiled lazily, staring off into space. She stretched her body out, moaning, still basking in the afterglow of her strong orgasm. “I think that was the big one,” she purred.

“Nope,” he said, smiling. Calvin crawled up and laid beside her in bed. He leaned into her, wrapping one arm around her body until he fell asleep.

Dying to Fuck Your Wife Update

“Me first,” yelled Claire, leaping out of bed and making for the bathroom before Tom.

“What gives?” he asked.

“I need to change.”

“Oh,” he nodded, knowingly. Tom turned and headed back to bed.

Claire winced as a bad cramp hit her. The trickle had turned to a faucet. She took a quick shower. Her nipples were hard and despite her period, she was still horny. She vaguely recalled waking from a dream where she was on her honeymoon, walking down the beach in her bikini, and holding hands, not with Tom, but with Calvin. His legs were healthy and he was taller then she was. He was bare-chested and clad in a swimsuit. They arrived back at a blanket, Claire removing her bikini while Calvin pulled his shorts down, huge black cock springing out, fully erect. She spread her legs, looking down as the swollen head of his black shaft lined up with her pussy. Tom’s alarm woke her just as Calvin’s cock began to spread her pussy open.

A naughty dream, but it made sense considering she’d worn her honeymoon bikini with the little black man yesterday among the other things that she’d done with him. Claire wrapped a towel around herself, kissing Tom as he passed her heading for the shower. She dropped the towel and pulled her bikini back out of the drawer, placing a pad in the crotch. She pulled on skinny jeans that accentuated her legs and hugged her ass. She wore a red tank top for her top. It showed a band of skin above her jeans and her navel if she raised her arms.

Claire stopped in the kitchen, grabbing a banana for breakfast, and pausing at their calendar. She grabbed a pen, intending to mark when she’d be most fertile. Her cycle was pretty dependable, she’d be her most fertile starting about 13 days after her period ended, “Which puts it…” she mumbled. “SONOFABITCH!”

“Who, me?” asked Tom, hearing her as he came downstairs.

“I was figuring the best time we could get pregnant and it’s right when you’re away at your realtor convention. The night you leave is our best bet.”

“I’ve got an easy solution. Come with me?”

Claire perked up at the thought of getting away, then sighed. “Calvin needs me.”

“What’s more important, starting a family or helping The Little C?”

“Big C,” she corrected. “And right now, the answer is Calvin. We can put off getting pregnant a few months, but Calvin doesn’t have many more months left.” Claire looked at Tom. “Sorry.”

“I understand,” he shrugged. He wasn’t as in a hurry to be a dad as she was to be a mom, but he did love the hot unprotected sex.

Claire gave him another kiss and left for work.

 **********

Claire spent most of the day, tidying up the kitchen, washing Calvin’s clothes and sheets. He spent most of the day going around shirtless wearing only sweat pants with no briefs. She could tell he wasn’t wearing underwear as she could either see his cock flopping around when he was walking or see the long outline of it when he was seated. He was using the walker constantly now, placing the pressure on his arms as he shuffled around.

Claire was wondering when he would be wanting her to jerk him off, looking up expectantly whenever he called her name. “Claire?” he asked. She looked up wondering if he was ready. “Could you pick up some things at the store for me?”

“Of course,” she responded. He had the list on his phone and texted it to her. “I’ll leave now.”

Claire spent her time in the supermarket wondering if he was mad at her. Maybe he just needed to recoup after blowing three large loads yesterday? Maybe he was mad that she had told him they needed to tone things down? Whatever! She didn’t care anyway.

When she got back to Calvin’s house, she was surprised to see a wheelchair waiting on the front porch and another large package. “What’s in the box?” she asked, letting herself in with the groceries in her arms.

“A bench for my shower,” he told her. “You won’t need to wash me anymore.”

“Oh,” she said, frowning and feeling a little sad for some reason.

“The wheelchair, a friend found in a thrift store.”

The rest of the day was spent handing Calvin the parts for his new shower bench. It was a simple job involving only putting some screws in and Calvin had it done quickly. Claire carried it into his bathroom and set it up so that he’d sit facing the spray and able to reach out for the handles. “I think I’ll try it out tomorrow.”

“Should I wear my bikini in case you need help?”

“I was wondering why you were out of uniform,” he said, running his eyes up and down her body. “Though you do look lovely today.”

“Haha and thank you,” she said, blushing a little.

“I should be fine, but wear it. I need some weeding done and you could get some sun while you work.”

“Sure,” she responded.

“Claire?”

“Yeah?” Would you jerk me off? Can you get me off again? Speaking of bikinis, it’s handjob time, strip.

“Let’s try out the wheelchair.”

“Oh,” she replied, a little disappointed. “Sure.”

Calvin had a large property and a long driveway. Claire pushed him down to his mailbox. She found herself leaning over the handles, glancing at his bulge most of the way there and back. “I hate the fact that I need to be pushed, but I do love getting outside. Thanks for pushing me to do this.” He turned and reached out, placing a large black hand on one of hers. He held it there for a half a minute before removing it. “Think we could go for walks in the park or along the brook?”

“Of course. Your chair should fit easily in my car.”

Calvin seemed pretty cheerful, but Claire was feeling bitchy by the time she left, mad at him for not asking her to jerk him again. Not that she wanted to do it, she just wanted him to ask. My period must be making me grouchy, she thought. It was definitely her period as she snapped at Tom multiple times that evening over stupid stuff.

**********

Calvin’s yard didn’t need much work. He paid a landscaper to mow and do upkeep, but some weeds were poking up through the mulch and he’d ordered some flowers to plant around a crepe myrtle. Claire crawled around in the dirt, digging holes and placing the flowers in before covering them back up. Calvin was sitting in the wheelchair giving instructions. He was puffing on a joint while taking pictures of her with a tablet.

Claire felt flattered. She didn’t completely take his advice. She was wearing her bikini but had a pair of cutoff jean shorts covering her bottom. The rest of her was bare, but for the white sneakers covering her feet. She’d worn a tied-up plaid shirt giving her a country girl appearance, but she’d removed the shirt in the heat. “All done,” she said, wiping dirt off her hands and leaning down to wipe her knees off.

“Hold the pose,” he said when she stood back up. Calvin snapped a picture.

“Why are you taking pictures,” she said, placing a hand on her hip and leaning into the camera, instinctively posing for him.

“Cause you’re a perfect subject,” he answered. “You ever done any modeling?”

“Not professionally,” she answered, still posing as he snapped pictures. “I was in an ad at the movies for Martin’s jewelers.” She twirled around, letting her hair fly out to curl around one shoulder.

“I remember that,” he answered. The movie screen showed local ads before the previews started. Claire’s face had been in the ad, one hand on her cheek with a large diamond ring on her finger.

“I also got paid to wear a bikini at the boat show in the convention center one year and though it wasn’t a paying job, I did the…” She held her fist up to her mouth faking a cough for the first word. “Mmmphgerie show for charity at Finn McGees’.”

“What was that?”

She lowered her fist, blushing. “The charity lingerie show at Finn McGee’s.” Finn’s was the biggest club in town. Claire and Liz had agreed to do a lingerie fashion show with the club’s cover charge going to charity. That had been ten years ago.

“I know,” he said, grinning. “I went just to see you.”

“Really? I don’t remember seeing you there?”

“I had a hard time seeing through the crowd.” He held the tablet up, centering her on the screen. “Sucks to be short.” He looked up at her. “Unbutton those shorts and pull them open slightly.” Claire did as she was told, looking at him seductively. “Great, now pull them down your hips slightly.” She smiled, enjoying herself, wiggling the jean cutoffs slightly down her hips, her bikini panty appearing. “Now turn around and pull It down off your ass.” Calvin was enjoying himself too. She posed for him in the bikini. She laid down in the green grass, legs up and crossed, as she glanced over at him. She stood back up and did some yoga poses which seemed to delight Calvin to no end. “Now reach up behind your neck and take your top off.” He held the tablet up in anticipation.

Claire smiled, her hands slipping under her hair behind her neck, fingers pinching the string, starting to pull… “Whoa! I’m not posing topless for you,” she said, coming to her senses.

“DAMN!” He lowered the tablet and snapped his fingers. “Bottomless then?”

Claire shook her head, but couldn’t help chuckling. “No, I think I’m done posing.”

“Well, if you’ll help me, I think I’d like to try out the bench and take a shower.” He took a last puff on the joint and stared at the pinched butt between his fingers. “It’s a strange world, Claire. My brother’s in jail for selling this stuff and now my doctor’s prescribing it as a medicinal painkiller.”

“It’s not right.” Claire bent to retrieve her shorts. Her top was tossed over a railing on his front porch. She stayed in her bikini, kicking off her dirty shoes outside his front door. Calvin liked to do things himself when he could. He wheeled himself into the bathroom. Claire followed. “Need any help?”

“No, I should be fine.” He pulled his tee-shirt off over his head. Her eyes flickered down to his impressive physique. “Thanks though.” He sat still, waiting for her to leave.

“You sure you don’t want me to keep an eye on you?”

‘You just want to see my cock again,” he said, pointing a finger at her.

Claire was taken aback, feigning indignation. “Of course not.” Her eyes flickered down to the bulge beneath his sweat pants. “Don’t be ridiculous. I just want to make sure you don’t fall or something.”

“Relax, I’m kidding and if you want my cock, all you have to do is ask.” He turned the chair towards the shower door and locked the wheels. “I just want to do this on my own.”

“I understand. I’ll wait in your bedroom. Yell, if you need me.”

Calvin forced himself out of the chair. She could see the pain in his face, putting pressure down on his legs. It would have been worse if he hadn’t smoked the joint. He leaned in the shower door, one hand pulling the drawstring of his sweats. Her eyes watched the hand. She did want to see his cock again. “There is something you can do for me,” he said, pulling the knot undone. She stared eagerly at the bulge. It seemed more swollen. “Could you massage my legs for me when I’m done?”

Claire nodded, still waiting for him to push his sweats down. Instead, he just motioned with his head toward the connecting door to his bedroom. Claire flushed a little, turning and leaving him alone.

**********

Claire waited patiently, sitting on his bed, legs crossed as she shook one foot. She was a little uncomfortable. It was near the time she should be changing her pad. “I hate this time of the month,” she muttered. She heard the shower stop. Calvin sighed as he sat back down in his wheelchair. She was glad he’d managed on his own, but a part of her wanted him to need her help. Of course, if things went according to plan, she’d be a mother next year and have a baby that needed her all the time.

Claire stood when the bathroom door opened and Calvin wheeled himself in. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, but his cock was so big she could see the end hanging over the seat of the chair. The towel surprised her as she thought he liked showing his huge cock off. She stepped aside, taking his arm as he stood and spun around sitting on the bed.

He laid down and turned so that he was laying on his stomach, head turned so that he could place his arms under it. “Oil?” she asked, reaching for the bottle on the nightstand.

“Please.”

Claire sat on the bed beneath his feet. They were large feet for such a short man, the pale undersides a stark contrast to his dark black skin. She poured some oil on her hands and started at his ankles. His calves were atrophied and weak, another contrast between his built-up upper body. She massaged them, working her way up. Calvin moaned, enjoying it. He spread his legs slightly. She leaned down, peeking up under the towel, but somehow, he’d gotten his cock up under his stomach. All she saw were the huge balls splayed out on the bedspread.

Her hands rubbed over his knees. She added some more oil, starting on his thighs. Her hands ran up under the towel. She kneaded his upper legs, feeling almost no muscle left in them. Claire withdrew her hands, climbing up on the bed and kneeling behind him. “May I?” she asked, tugging at the towel.

“Be my guest.”

She pulled at the knot and opened the towel. She could clearly see his balls now and his hard ass. His waist was thin expanding out into broad muscular shoulders. “Would you like your back done?”

“Look at it this way Claire,” he mumbled, eyes closed. “Everywhere hurts and everywhere you touch feels better.”

Calvin jerked when she squirted some of the cold oil onto his back. She began working it into his muscles, moving up to straddle his legs while she pushed down hard onto his back, gently massaging his shoulders and neck. He continued moaning. She squirted a little more oil into her palm and moved down his shoulders over his arms. “Wow,” she mumbled.

“What’s that?” he asked, opening his eyes.

“These are some impressive biceps,” she told him. She massaged around his upper arm muscles, kneading her hands down to his wrists before sliding down and lifting her leg off him. “All done.”

“Can you do my knees?” he asked, rolling over.

Claire found herself holding her breath before slowly exhaling when her eyes landed on his cock again. She couldn’t deny her fascination with it. She was completely in awe of the short black man’s giant cock. It was soft, but plump, looking like a foot-long black eel had attached itself to his crotch or one of those black balloons that when inflated could be twisted into animals only she knew from experience that when his balloon inflated it became an unbendable steel rod.

Claire glanced up at Calvin, his arms were behind his head, the biceps she’d touched earlier bulging. Most importantly, his eyes were closed and she could stare at his cock without being embarrassed. She squirted some oil onto her palms and went to work on the front of atrophied legs, working her hands up to his knees. He moaned again as she rubbed his knee caps so she spent a lot of time on them before moving on to his thighs. She stared down at his balls, at the base of his crotch. His cock had slid and was hanging over his stomach. It swelled slightly, rising along his stomach so that it was no longer dangling.

Claire glanced back up to make sure his eyes were still closed. She straddled his legs again, taking the bottle and squirting some oil on his chest. She leaned down, rubbing his upper chest and along his shoulders back to his biceps. She sat back up, sliding up his thighs. Claire had to suppress a giggle when she glanced down thinking it looked like she had a giant black cock sticking out between her legs.

Claire added another squirt of oil between his nipples, letting a pool build up. Her hands moved down his upper chest, encountering his cock. She lifted it to that her left hand could massage his stomach, but her right hand was kneading the plump shaft, feeling it harden in her hand until she could slide her hand up and down the shaft. Her left hand dipped back into the pool of oil, joining her other hand on his now rock-hard shaft. She glanced back up to see if his eyes were open. They were and he was looking at her. “No,” he said.

“What?” she asked, startled. “Why?”

“You didn’t ask.”

“May I jerk it off?”

“Jerk what off?”

“May I jerk your big black cock off, Calvin?”

“It’s all yours, Claire.”

It’s all mine, she thought. All mine. Mine. Her hands kneaded over every square millimeter of skin, making sure his shaft was completely coated in oil. Now it looked like she had a hard-black cock sticking out of her crotch, she thought, looking down as her hands began to jerk her cock off.

“One more thing, Claire.”

“What?” She glanced at him alarmed that he might make her stop. He waved her forward with his hand. She leaned down. No kissing, she thought, licking her lips to wet them for him. His hand came up and ran through her hair. It moved through her hair, down her neck, pulling the string holding her bikini top. She smiled, sitting back up as the cups fell off her breasts. She wasn’t surprised to see nipples were swollen and pulling her areolae off the smooth white surface of her breasts. She reached behind her and untied the knot behind her back, tossing the bikini top aside as she placed both hands back on his cock.

“I like seeing you there,” he said. “It looks like we’re fucking.”

“Oh god,” she moaned, shuddering, looking down at his black body as her hands moved rapidly up and down his shaft. It looks like I’m fucking him, riding his big black cock. Her hands moved faster, feeling every ridge and bump, the protruding blue-black veins crisscrossing the shaft. She slid her crotch forward, pressing it hard into the base of the shaft she was jerking off. She stared in his eyes as she slowly humped his shaft like a wanton slut. He stared back, arrogantly, knowing his cock had a power over her.

“Pull it up against you,” he ordered.

Claire pulled his shaft up against her nearly nude body, the tip disappearing between the folds of her large bosom. She glanced down her cleavage at the fat head staring back at her with its single eye. Her hands weren’t stroking it anymore, they were caressing down it lovingly.

“That’s how deep it would be,” said Calvin.

“I couldn’t take it,” she whispered.

“You could and you’d love every inch of it. That big black cock would take you places Tom’s little white penis could never take you.”

“Oh god,” she moaned, pushing it away so that she could stroke it faster. “Why don’t you cum? Do I suck at this?” She jerked his shaft as fast as she could.

“You haven’t tried sucking it,” said Calvin, bucking his hips slightly, sliding it through her hands. “And you’re amazing. The Custis boys got stamina is all. I gave Mrs. Barnes a forty-minute slow fuck one night. The final ten minutes she was begging me to seed her white pussy.”

“Oh god,” cried Claire again, humping the base of his cock faster as she jerked him off. “Can’t believe Mrs. Barnes said that.”

Calvin laughed. “She had a filthy mouth. She probably came ten times during that slow fuck, but wanted the big one.”

“The big one?”

“The really big orgasm you have when I fill your womb up with my seed.” He was breathing heavily now. Claire was humping his cock, staring at him in awe. “She had so many big ones that night she begged me to fuck her ass just to give her pussy a break.”

“You’re pulling my leg,” she gasped, still doubtful a vagina could handle such a huge cock, and knowing an ass couldn’t handle it. Still, Calvin’s talking about it was such a turn on, she was going to cum. His cock was swelling and turning darker. She was still jerking her hands out along his shaft like it was her own. She stared down the thick length, the bulbous head centered over Calvin’s face.

“Fuck Claire,” he groaned. “Pull it up. Pull it up, NOW.”

She pulled back on his shaft, aiming it away from him and pulling it straight up. His cock shuddered violently. Her own orgasm broke making her cry out as she watched the fountain of semen erupt before her eyes, closing them quickly just as it splattered her face, a lot landing in her mouth. Her face was splattered with his hot seed again, more landing in her mouth as she whimpered in pleasure. Large wads landed on the tops of her breasts. Claire jerked more sperm from his cock, running the head around on her hard nipples. Her tongue flickered out, licking the cum from around her lips.

“Tastes better straight from the source,” he moaned, still bucking his cock up through her hands.

Claire groaned. She opened her eyes and looked down at his cock, semen was dribbling up out of his cock head and she had a strong urge to slide back and suck it straight from the source. She suppressed the urge, but the sperm leaking from the head was tempting. She stared at it, squeezing his cock tightly and stroking upwards. “I think I had the big one,” she said, smiling. The sperm pouring from the head covered the top of her hand. She brought it to her mouth and licked it off while staring at him. Not straight from the source, but close enough. Why’d his semen taste so good?

“Nope, not the big one,” sighed Calvin, his cock starting to lose its steel. “Rub my seed into your tits.”

Claire glanced down at the semen covering her breasts. The tip of her nipple had a large drop forming on the head. A lot had shot up between her breasts. His cock fell like a log on his stomach when she released it. That hand joined her other hand rubbing his sperm into her breasts. She found Tom’s runny semen messy and disgusting, but she loved everything about Calvin’s seed. Claire moaned then whimpered when the tips of her fingers rubbed his rich seed into her nipples. Her pussy pressed down hard on his cock again. Rubbing her sensitive nipples felt really good. Another orgasm was growing, coming fast. Her forefinger and thumb squeezed her hard nipples, pulling them out. She pinched down hard. “AAAAHHHH!” she cried out, nearly screaming and humping his cock. Claire came down from the orgasm, falling forwards, her hands on his chest holding her up. She breathed heavily. “That,” she gasped. “That was the big one.”

“Nope.”

He couldn’t see her roll her eyes from her long brown hair hanging down over her face. It was certainly bigger than anything Tom had ever given her. She caught her breath after a bit, pushing herself back erect. “Care it I take a shower?”

“Yes. I want you to walk around like that the rest of the day.”

This time she rolled her eyes so he could see it. “I need to change.” She raised her eyebrows and he nodded knowingly. The two large orgasms had so soaked her bikini bottom she couldn’t tell if it was her period or orgasm soaking her pad. Probably both, she thought.

“Guess that means you aren’t pregnant,” he stated.

“No, and Tom will be out of town at a stupid real estate conference during the fertile part of my cycle. I could go with him, but I figured you would need me.” She looked at him expectantly.

“Sorry, I will need you when you’re fertile, but I understand if you choose to go away with your husband.”

“No, that’s okay. There’s always next month.” Claire climbed off, stumbling a little as she caught her footing. She untied her panty in the bathroom. She tossed the messy pad in Calvin’s wastebasket. It was lined with a plastic bag and she buried the pad under some tissues before stepping in his shower.

She pushed the bench back and stepped under the spray washing the semen off her breasts. It was mostly dried flakes now. She squirted some body wash into her palm and lathered her breasts up. The viscous white fluid reminded her of Calvin’s pudding-like semen. She watched her nipples rise out as she pictured herself rubbing the black man’s seed into her breasts again. She arched her back and hefted her tits under the hot water, rinsing the lather off. She stepped back, spreading her thighs and cleaning between her legs before spinning around and letting the water run down her back and the crack of her ass. “AH!” she gasped in surprise. Calvin was sitting in his wheelchair watching her. He was shirtless but wearing sweat pants.

The black man shook his head. “Claire, you are a work of art,” he said.

She turned the water off and gave him a fake glare. “Hand me a towel?”

He reached out and took a towel off the rack, handing it to her. She dried herself off in front of him. “Double your pay if you stay like that the rest of the day.”

“I can’t, remember?”

“I know,” he said, watching her wrap the towel around her exquisite body. “One last look?”

“Huh?”

“Flash me.”

Claire smiled and pulled the towel open, letting him look longingly at her body. His cock began straining at his sweat pants. She pulled the towel around her and tied it between her breasts. He sighed. “I’ll go start dinner,” she said.

“I’m going to clean up a bit.”

Claire glanced back as she left the restroom. Calvin was leaning against the wall and his cock was sticking straight out again just as it had the first time she’d seen it. Speaking of works of art, she thought. She glanced up at his face, wanting to rush over to his aid at his pained expression. The marijuana must have worn off. Standing was paining him more than ever. Reluctantly, she turned and left, knowing he liked to do most things on his own.

Calvin was delighted to see that though she wasn’t working naked, she had only put her bikini panty back on and was frying up pork chops for him in the kitchen topless. He watched her serve him and he watched her take his plate when he was finished. “You know something Claire?” he asked, watching her wash and rinse his plate. She turned and looked at him. “I’m starting to think I died already.”

“What? Don’t say that,” she said, looking concerned.

“Seriously, a topless beautiful woman cooking me dinner is pretty close to my idea of heaven.” He rolled back from the table and turned his chair towards her.

“You’re sweet, but heaven would be a lot better than this.” She nodded towards his legs.

“You’re right. If this were heaven, you’d be nude and willing to suck my cock.”

“Calvin!” She shook her head but smiled.

“Come here, sexy.”

Claire was drying her hands. “Why?”

“Come here and give me a kiss.”

Claire found herself walking towards him. “No kissing, remember?” Still, she stepped up to the chair and leaned down to kiss his forehead. Calvin reached around and rubbed the back of her thighs, moving his hands up to her bikini panty. “Mmm,” she moaned, his hands feeling good.

Calvin leaned in and up, his lips kissing the tip of one of her hard nipples. “May I at least give your nipples a kiss?” His hands were rubbing her back.

“Mmm,” she continued moaning. “I guess that’s okay,” she said, expecting him to plant another kiss on her nipple. Instead, Claire gasped as he sucked her nipple into his mouth and began suckling on it, tongue flickering over the hard knob. “Calvin?” she gasped, heart rate increasing. His mouth moved to her other nipple. Soon it was throbbing and sending spasms of lust down to her pussy. His hand came up to knead and pinch her other nipple, his other hand moved to the front of her thigh, over her pubic mound, and soon a finger was pressing against her slit, pushing the bottom of her panty into her. Claire pushed down into his finger several times, whimpering as it pushed deeper. Claire came to her senses and stepped back, erect nipple springing out of his mouth. “Whoo, okay, I uh…” She was panting and aroused, reaching down to adjust her panty. “I uh, think I should get going. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” said Calvin, his cock making a huge tent in his sweats. He saw her glancing at it, lustfully. She was aroused, cheeks blushing, even the tops of her breasts were flushed. “Thanks, see you Monday.”

“Yes, Monday,” she said, grabbing her keys off the table and heading for his door.

“Claire, you might want to put your clothes on,” he said.

“Oh!” She blushed redder. “Of course.”

“Damn that’s hot,” said Calvin, watching her dress. She didn’t bother putting her bikini top back on. She just pulled on the plaid shirt and tied it up to show off her belly. The top hugged her breasts, teasing the observer with hints of her nipples. “You are one sexy woman.”

“Thanks,” she replied, heading back for the door. She paused, turned, and looked at him watching her. Claire turned and marched back to the little black man in the wheelchair. She bent and kissed him on the forehead. “See you Monday.”

Claire was confused and feeling guilty while driving home. It was her period that made her come to her senses. If it weren’t for that, she might have let him finger her.