Carol's Story

A fictional account of a real woman.

"This is Carol," she said in her best professional manner as she answered the telephone.

"Hi," he said.

"Blaine?" She framed her reply as a question, but she knew. He had a very deep voice, the kind that excites women, the kind they don't forget.

"Miss me?" he asked. It had been six months since their rendezvous at the hotel. Life kept happening.

"I have a boyfriend now. I sent you a note."

"You didn't answer my question."

"What question?"

"I asked if you missed me?"

"We've gotten serious Blaine. I can't think about those things anymore."

"What about my cock then? Have you missed that at least?"

"Blaine, don't. Please."

"I'm only in town until tomorrow. It's just a blowjob. He doesn't have to know."

"We're getting engaged."

"That's great! You deserve it."

"Thanks."

"When can we get together?"

"What do you mean?"

"The BJ Carol. Can we do it now?"

"What are you talking about?!?! I'm at work; I have a boyfriend."

"You're also wet, aren't you?"

"Don't do this Blaine. Please, I'm asking nicely."

"Do what?"

"Make me do that?"

"I'm not making you do anything. Do you want me to hang up?"

She hesitated for several seconds but eventually spoke the word they both knew was coming. "No."

"You're wet, aren't you?" he accused.

"Yes."

"What are you wearing?"

"A business suit. What does that matter?"

"Stockings or tights?"

"Tights, why?"

"Take them off."

"Blaine!" she exclaimed, but in a whisper. "I'm at the office, I can't do that. Women aren't allowed bare legs at the office."

"Take them off."

He heard her perturbed sighs, then she said, "Call me back in ten minutes."

"Why?"

"I have to go to the ladies to do what you want."

"You've got a desk, nobody will see."

"It's so embarrassing."

"Get over yourself. Take them the fuck off."

"I've got to put the phone down a minute." he heard her struggle as she reached up under her skirt and pulled them off.

"Done," she said, slightly out of breath. "They're off, happy now?"

"Did you take your knickers off as well?"

"NO!!"

"My mistake, I meant to tell you knickers as well."

"Jesus, you're incorrigible!" Another phone-putting-down wrestling match occurred at her desk. "They're off."

"What colour are they?"

"Colour!? Christ, they're white."

"Not very slutty...white."

"Fuck you! What do you want? I have to go to a meeting."

"I told you."

"That's not going to happen Blaine. I have a ring."

"You said you were getting a ring."

"Same fucking thing! Either way I don't suck black cock anymore."

"Don't you Carol?"

"Blaine, I haven't seen you in six months...you can't just show up."

"Finger yourself Carol."

"I'm at my fucking desk!!" he could hear her grinding her teeth.

"Finger yourself."

"Oh for Christ's sakes. Happy now? It's in there."

"Where are they?"

"Where are what?"

"Your knickers, Carol. That matronly white thing you put next to your cunt this morning and just took off for me."

"They're in my pocket."

"Take them out. Put them on your desk in plain sight."

"Don't be ridicu..."

"Put them on the fucking desk you fucking slut," he said with force.

"Don't be so grumpy. They're on the desk."

"What's your boyfriend's name?"

"Andy." She answered quickly then worried she'd given him information than she should. "Leave Andy out of this Blaine."

"You leave him out of it. This is between you and me. You keep bringing him up. Is he good for you Carol?"

"Very good."

"In bed I mean. Is he good in bed?"

"He's plenty good, not that that's any of your business."

"What my slut does in bed is precisely my business."

"I'm not your slut anymore."

"That's not how it works dear. I tell you when I'm done with you."

She remained silent but he could hear her labored breathing.

"If you aren't my slut, why did you agree to blow me this afternoon?"

"Shit Blaine, what the fuck are you doing? I didn't agree!"

"How's your pussy feel Carol? Nice and juicy?"

"Stop torturing yourself Blaine."

"I'm not darling; I'm torturing you and we both know it. Will you answer one question honestly?"

"What?"

"Is your cunt wetter right now than it is when Andy fucks you?"

"I...uh..."

"Remember my cock Carol?"

"Yes."

"Are you thinking of my cock while you're playing with your pussy or are you thinking of his?"

"Yours Blaine."

"Are you hotter right now thinking of my cock than you've ever been fucking his?"

"I don't know. Maybe."

"Are you playing with yourself Carol?"

"Yes."

"While you think of my cock?"

"Yes."

"What are you thinking about my cock?"

"About sucking it."

"Do you think about sucking my cock while Andy's fucking you? Do you need mental images of a getting a big black cock off with your mouth to help your boyfriend get you off?"

"Yes."

"So you've been thinking about sucking me off all this time?"

"Yes."

"You're still my slut aren't you Carol."

"Yes."

"Say it."

"I'm your slut Blaine. I'm your slut to use for your pleasure."

"Are you still fingering yourself? Are you going to cum?"

"Yes."

"Right there at your desk?"

"Yes."

"Don't."

"What?" he could hear the confusion in her voice. She was so close to orgasm. She wanted so badly to continue.

"Don't. Take your finger out. Is it out?"

"Yes."

"Lick the goo off."

"What is it with guys? You want the weirdest things."

"Did you lick it?"

"Yes."

"Come out front."

"What?"

"I'm here. Come out front of your building. I'm in a taxi."

"Blaine I have to go to a meeting."

"You have to suck me off."

"I can't do that...where? Where am I going to blow you?"

"In the taxi."

"I can't..."

"Hurry the fuck up Carol. Stop fucking around. I'm starting to get hard." He knew that would get her, telling her he had a hard black cock waiting.

"Blaine!" she giggled. "Do you at least have a nice big load for me?"

"This isn't about you Carol. Get your hot mouth out here. Now!"

She hurried from her office, curtly telling a subordinate she had to go out for a minute. She hoped that the juices from her pussy hadn't soaked her skirt leaving a telltale wet mark for everyone to see. She felt her sticky excretions sliding down her thighs and hoped they wouldn't drip onto the carpet.

It was raining when she stepped outside and she strained to see what taxi he was in. He opened the door and she hurried over. She shook the water off her hair and suit coat as she sat down.

"Where are we going?" she asked. "I've got to hurry."

"We're not going anywhere. You're doing it here."

"ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY?" she asked then realized the driver could hear everything she said. "Are you out of your fucking mind?" she repeated in a whisper. "What about all the people around? What about HIM?" she asked nodding her head in the direction of the driver watching them in the rear view mirror.

"Tim?" Blaine asked. "I don't think he'll mind. Tim, do you have any rules about a guy getting head in the back seat?" Carol was mortified.

"None at all mate. Not so long as 'e pays the fare."

"There, Carol, see, Tim doesn't mind."

"I mind," she growled.

"She the slut you was tellin' me 'bout then? She's a right lookin' bird."

The conversation came to a halt when Blaine pushed her off the seat. Carol was kneeling on the filthy, wet, plastic mat on the floor of the taxi with her face pushed in his crotch trying to hide her shame while he fished his half hard dick out of his pants. She tried to hide her humiliation at having to suck him off in front of a stranger by stuffing as much cock into her mouth as could fit.

"She really as big a slut as you told me mate?"

"You know what she asked just before she came out?"

Shit!

Carol thought, as she sucked his cock frantically

that bastard was letting this cab driving wanker listen to our phone call!!

"What's that mate?"

"She wanted to know if I had a big load saved up for her. Is that slut enough for you? All she cares about is how much cum I'm going to feed her. She used to cream all over herself from sucking my dick, now it's about the cum. She's a fucking cum slut."

"Blimey," Tim said as he watched her slide her lips up and down Blaine's cock shaft, "no wonder she can't quit you. You're 'alf donkey!"

Blaine felt Carol shudder at the taxi driver's words. However much she wanted to shut out everything but that black cock in her mouth, there was no doubt that stranger had a ringside seat to her frantic blowjob. She was so humiliated but that just fanned the fires of her lust. Blaine stroked her hair as she rammed her mouth up and down his shaft desperately seeking semen.

"Don't fret little slut," Blaine soothed, "it's cumming. It'll be here soon."

Carol's cunt was burning up.

Blaine's right,

Carol thought,

I am a cum slut. When had it become all about the cum? I am no longer a black cock slut. Now I'm a black cum slut.

She felt even more embarrassed if that were possible. She had become so debased it was cum, a man's slimy, oily essence that now fired her lust most.

"Want to see something Tim?" Blaine asked rhetorically. "The cunt doesn't even have knickers on. I made her take them off and now they're sitting on top of her office desk where anyone can walk in and see them."

She felt his hand lifting the hem of her skirt. He felt her tense, then wiggle her hips in an effort to dislodge her skirt resting atop her arse where he had placed it. Amazingly, despite whatever embarrassment she may have felt by having a common taxi driver ogle her privates, she never let her mouth lose contact with his cock.

Her bare, wiggling arse was not lost on Tim and he extended his hand to caress her tender flesh. His hand was rough and coarse against her smooth skin.

"She's damned fine, this one," Tim announced like Carol was the pick of the lot working a titty bar.

"Get a good feel, Tim," Blaine told him.

"I'll give you reduced fare if you let me 'ave a go at her when you're done," Tim said, sliding his hand off her ass and pushing it between her thighs. Imagine his surprise to find Carol already there, fingering furiously, trying to secure her release at the same time Blaine got his.

Blaine felt her bite down lightly on his close-to-cumming cock and shake her head.

"Maybe another time Tim. We're all a little pressed with other engagements."

That nip on his cock shaft sent Blaine over the edge and he began unloading into her mouth.

"Damn pal, here it cums!" he told Peeping Tim.

She, too, was lost in a climax of her own and his cum began splashing out everywhere. All over her hands, her face, her blouse, her jacket, her skirt.

"I don't suppose you have a towel," Carol asked Tim when she'd had time to recover. She held her hands out, away from her body letting cum drip onto the plastic mat on the floor of the taxi.

"All I got is a tissue," Tim said extending a small white square.

"I'll need more than that," she told him starting to clean up by licking her fingers.

"Last one," he said without apology. Then, "Geez lady your face is a bloody mess."

"I'm aware of that," she said haughtily, looking at the mirror in her purse and scraping pools of dripping cum into her mouth. "Oh shit," she moaned seeing the oily white blobs oozing into her blouse. Desperately, she scooped up everything she could see feeding it into her mouth.

"You need to stop that and get over here and clean me up," Blaine told her sitting with his slick, wilting stalk sticking out of his fly.

"Please Blaine, I have to get back."

"You don't have so much trouble stuffing it into your mouth before it shoots off.

"Don't Blaine. You know I love cleaning your beautiful dick. It's just I have..."

He grabbed the back of her head and pushed her mouth back onto his cock. Rather than being annoyed like she was when her mouth was empty, as soon as he filled it, Carol lovingly licked up every drop and left him sparkling clean.

The same could not be said of her. She was still scooping cum from her skirt as she exited the taxi.

"We're meeting at the hotel bar at eight Carol. See you then."

"But Andy and I are..."

"Eight sharp," Blaine yelled after her as Tim pulled away leaving Carol to ponder whom "we" meant.