Hi, my name is Kelly Mason, and I've got myself into a bit of a situation that I'm not sure how to get out of, but to be honest I'm not sure either if I want to get out of it just yet. It all started when my husband employed a new assistant, he couldn't keep up with his work load. He had started a new venture nine months ago and its going from good to great.
He is a computer whiz kid; he knows more about them than just about anybody, he's no geek though. He is a good looking regular guy. Tall at over 6ft, well built, got all the attributes a girl looks for in a man.
He used to work for one of the major firms, but I said to him one day, why do all the work and they get all the credit, and the profits. He thought about it, and within 6 months he was self employed and making his way in a very competitive world. As he got busier he was spending more and more time in his new workshop and office, I was going down to help as much as I could with the paper work and what have you. But computers and me don't fit. I can just about send an e mail. It's not that I'm stupid or anything, I just have no interest in them what so ever, none!
Then started having to travel to see people, meetings, seminars, it was all taking its toll. And the very reason he was working for himself as beginning to suffer. So I made another suggestion, call your old professor at the college where you used to go, where he taught you all you know, and ask him if there is anyone worth while employing for a 6 month period or so. It would also help and get them on their way in the IT world.
Jack thought this was a good idea, and it was this that led me to where I am today, with a lover. Who in the first instance forced himself on me, but by the time he was finished doing what he wanted to me. And I had made my way home, I wanted it again.
I am 28 years old, 5ft 8" and I have what people call dirty blond hair, though I don't like the term at all. I prefer deep blond, its more fitting. The one thing I really do like about it is how it seems to change to a different hue, in certain lights.
I am quite good looking, people have told me I am more than good looking but I don't go there. I have a good face; I know that much, big blue eyes, a Roman nose, and full lips. And luckily, I believe, a flawless complexion.
I am shapely, move in and out in all the right places, and I also know I have great legs, so I like to show them off for the admiring glances I receive from males. Because of the way I look I like to dress well, and now my husband is making good money, I can pick and choose me attires.
We have a good sex life, try anything new at least once, and we tell each other stories to try and make one another jealous sometimes, but mainly to get turned on differently. One of Jacks was about a black man who just grabbed me, forced me down and fucked me senseless with his whopping black prick.
Forcing himself on me, sucking my nipples, fingering my pussy, poking my ass, then screwing me time and again before he let me go. Knowing I was beaten, subjugated, and taken, and knowing he would and could take me anytime he wanted. I found this a fantastic turn on, and Jack fucked me silly while telling me it was my wonderful black rapist, driving his thick meaty wedge into my helpless soaking, and dripping cunt.
I had never thought that this chat, this fantasy of ours, would ever come true but it did. And it was my husband hiring his new assistant that was the catalyst, he was my black rapist, though he didn't have what you would call a whopping prick, it was certainly bigger, and thicker than Jacks.
Jack even bought a black butt vibrator, which he used on me, telling me it was my beautiful black man, and he was forcing his middle finger into my defenceless ass. At the same time sucking and biting my super sensitive nipples nearly right off. It drove me crazy. I had my man squarely fixed in my mind, who he was, what he looked like, his size, body shape, cock, everything.
We don't have children, I had a car accident when I was a child and it did for me in the baby stakes, we both wanted children but God ordained it that I wouldn't. I still brood about it now and again, what woman doesn't want her own children? But we've got past that and we live a good life together, sort of now anyway.
I was spending more time in his workshop and office than I was at home; he was spending more time there than any where, something had to give, so I made him make the call. His old professor was delighted and said he had just the right guy. He was coming up to the last of his term, he was a star student, and felt that this boy was the person he was looking for.
So Jack had a meeting with him, and hired him, his qualifications from college were impeccable, and his attitude was perfect. Jack hired him on the spot, initially for a 6 month period. Jack told me he was black, and 21 years old. He knew nothing of his parents, or parentage, he had been abandoned as a child and brought up in orphanages. But he found he had a mathematical brain, and computer know how, was his forte.
Neither of us reconciled that with the role play we had in bed together now and again. He started work, I wasn't at the office for nearly a week, it was great, and then Jack had to go away for a night. He asked me to pop down the following morning and see if there was any thing he needed help with.
I walked into the office at about ten in the morning with two star bucks in my hands. I thought I might as well show him I'm a friendly girl at least. Let me describe the office workshop, its very special in that it is totally stand alone in all its features except of course water and gas. The electric is hooked up to something called UPS, uninterrupted power supply. Which means if there is a power failure, things keep going for four hours, why? Don't ask me, I have no idea.
It also has security shutters, in case of fire, and also to keep out nasty people. Everything is operated within the office and workshop area. Jack says this enables him to work on very sensitive things without fear of a break in, or industrial espionage.
When I walked in after initiating the right security entry, I saw Larry sat at a work bench and his back was to me. I knew immediately that he was good looking, and just like the man in my fantasy. I hadn't seen his face yet, but I just knew it was him. The only thing I could discern from the rear of him was, his hair, it was longish, straight, down to his neck and extremely black.
I coughed, and said, "Hi Larry, I'm Kelly, Jacks wife." He spun around in surprise and stood up.
Recovering quickly, he said, "Hi Kelly, great to meet you at last, Larry," he said, holding out his hand, "Larry Nightingale." We shook hands warmly, but I was in a state of shock, he was my man, everything about him was my fantasy rapist.
I managed to get a hold of myself, but I'm sure he saw the look in my eyes. Consternation, recognition, inner fear? I'm not sure, but I am sure he saw it in me. After introductions were made, and we decided that yes, there was a little paper work I could do we settled down. But I kept giving him glances, appraising him etc.
This went on for two or three weeks, but we became friendly too, he was a funny guy, nice to be around, and was respectful. Me? Well, for my part had I him down all the time as the man in my head, who would fuck me when ever he felt like it. I even took him to bed with me in my head, and made love to Jack!