Isobel 1 Making A Discovery

"Mark a newbie for the Madison"

The voice was deep but given a certain edge by pleasure and perhaps excitement.

A piece of paper appeared on the screen showing a date written in marker pen. The date shown was only a couple of days earlier. Below the date a dark finger held in place a driving license from their state. The picture showed a blonde young woman quite clearly while her name and address had been blurred. Also sharp and clear was the woman's date of birth. She was still a couple of months off being able to go into a bar in their city. Happily, they weren't planning on going to a bar and twenty was old enough for what they had planned in any state of the union.

"Now we gonna earn some points - you ready baby?"

The camera, more probably a phone, moved round until a young woman's face was front and center. She was easily recognisable as the owner of the driving license.

"Ain't she sweet - first timer here of course. But its even better ain't it baby? You gone Black before?"

A nervous smile and a shake of the head.

"Well enjoy baby - I gotta feeling you soon gonna be making up for lost time in the biggest way."

The camera moved back a little and behind the woman a dark form moved into place. A dark-skinned torso with clearly defined muscles, inked designs showing clearly. A gun was easily recognisable, a car, a hand of playing cards or was that currency? A deep dark 'M' with the outlines of naked girls entwined around it.

The inked torso dipped a little in the camera and then moved forward.

"God."

Her eyes, a deep blue, widened as the word escaped her lips.

"Fuck."

Long dark fingers showed at her hips as he held his position. Waiting. Letting her adjust.

"Yes."

"So you ready to be fucked?" This second voice was also deep but with a more gravelly sound. A voice that carried authority, that knew what it wanted and pretty much always got it. "I mean fucked for real - not by some little white boy."

"Yeah - fuck me."

That was all he had been waiting for. His body moved slowly but with purpose. Pushing up into her and then easing back. Each repetition edging further forward, claiming a little piece more of her. She'd seen his hard cock of course, had sucked it real nice, but feeling it was something else, feeling it was what sealed the deal. Feeling it was what kept girls like her coming back, always wanting and then needing more.

Now he was into a steady rhythmn and the young woman was clearly getting into it too. No-one looking at her face could have doubted that. The sparkle in her eyes, the slight blush on her cheeks, the excited smile into the camera. She was learning something here, having something confirmed that she had always wondered about, had always fantasised about.

The muscular Black body behind her picked up the pace. Firmer, deeper, longer strokes and the slap, slap, slap, of bare skin on bare skin. The woman was breathing fast now and almost laughed at the realisation. She had taken all of him, all of that Big Black Cock.

"Yeah," his deep voice was almost a growl "yeah - you getting it all. What's that make you girl?"

"Fucking lucky." Now she did laugh, a slightly manic breathy laugh.

"Maybe," his voice was stern, "but you know what we wanna hear. What we gonna make you? What you gonna be." He stepped up the pace of his fucking again, every thrust with a weight of intent behind it. "Tell me."

The laugh had gone now. She was looking forward and suddenly seemed to notice the camera capturing her again. She gasped and brought her hands up to her face.

Strong Black arms swiftly grasped her white ones and gently, but firmly, pulled them away from her face. Moved them behind her back where one strong Black hand held them in place. The other Black arm hooked round the top her chest and held her upright in front of the pitiless lens of the camera.

"What we gonna make you girl?" The same question and delivered in the same tone. He would have to be answered.

This time she didn't try to duck away from the camera, didn't try to shy away from the truth. Every second was confirming in her mind what she had suspected and then dreaded and now welcomed. This was a fuck like she had never had before, these were men like she had never met before. Everything had changed for her - she wouldn't be able to reverse her course now.

"A slut." Her words were almost soundless, mouthed into that merciless, all-seeing, lens.

"Yeah," now his voice had that lilt of triumph in every word. "A Black mans woman, a Black man's slut, a Black man's ho. Preach it." Every couple of words punctuated by a powerful thrust forward, his cock balls deep in warm, wet, white pussy.

Now he really took the brakes off. Fucking the woman hard, making sure he got what he wanted.

Her mouth was open now, gasping for oxygen. The blood and adrenaline surging through her arteries and veins. Sensations that she had never felt before remorselessly claiming her body and brain.

The camera caught it all. Her flushed face, wild eyes and also on camera her bared nipples, standing proud and hard as diamonds.

"Preach it." You couldn't see his face and indeed never saw either of the men's faces but you knew he was talking through gritted teeth. He was getting close.

A wild glance at the camera and then the moment of acceptance, of realization. She had mouthed words before but now she shouted them, howled them, as the knowledge of her own surrender to her fate took her over the top. "I'm a Black man's slut, a Black man's whore!!!"

Her body quivered and she might have collapsed onto the bed but two strong Black arms held her in position. The position that he wanted as his hard Black cock kept fucking her, powering her through one peek and towards another. At its moment of realisation his muscular body pushed hard against hers and even through her own climax she had to know it. He was cuming in her. Another couple of hard, deep, thrusts and then his movements were more careful, more professional. Making sure his new little bitch got it all.

"Oh God!" she was sucking in deep breaths of air as he finally allowed her down onto the bed.

The camera moved around and caught him as he finally withdrew. Pulling back inch after inch of thick dark cock from her pussy, a pussy sated for the moment but that would always now be hungry for more. The dark shaft gleamed with moisture as it withdrew until finally its head emerged, still with a bead of cum dripping from it.

A dark finger skilfully, almost nonchalantly, explored her and found her most sensitive area. He worked her like a man who had done this many, many, times. The microphone caught her groan of pleasure at the same moment that the lens caught a well of his potent, African, seed inside her well-fucked white pussy.

"Yeah mark it up for the Madison. Thass the points for a newbie and one more for the creampie. First of many cos you is gonna be coming back ain't you bitch?"

"Yeah." There was no resignation or anxiety in the girl's voice now. She was just stating the obvious.

"Why you coming back Girl?"

"Because I'm a Black man's slut."

The two men laughed and a Black hand slapped her butt hard, making her gasp in response. "You sure as fuck is - but the evening ain't done yet."

The camera swing round and came to rest on a beautiful young brunette, her long hair framing her face. She saw the camera move but didn't try to escape it, didn't even remove her hand from inside her panties. She had clearly enjoyed watching her friend getting Blacked.

"You a virgin too?"

"No," her response was annoyed at the idea, "I've fucked loads of times."

"With Black men?"

She paused and then admitted, "No."

"Then you a virgin," his voice had a playful tone to it, "but get them clothes off and you ain' t gonna be one much longer.

The brunette didn't hesitate. Her jeans and top were on the floor even before the second man had found her ID in her bag ready to be shown to the camera.

The screen went dark. 'Session 24-158 part ii will be available tomorrow,' scrolled onto the screen in white letters. 'Score for Madison confirmed -               10 points for a new recruit and 1 point for a creampie on camera. Check DeSV.com for the latest confirmed score.'

Then the video ended.

For a good ten seconds she just looked at the screen. Isobel Denver had never, in her twenty-six years on God's good earth, seen anything like it. She had a nagging thought that she should have turned it off as soon as she had realised the nature of the video. However, she hadn't. She had somehow needed to see it all the way to its conclusion.

Even now she could still see that powerful, muscled, Black body. Could still see that Big Black Cock pulling out of freshly-seeded white pussy. It took a moment to remember where she was and to carefully restore everything to how it had been before she could close the lap-top. She took a deep breath and then laughed at herself. It was crazy - it wasn't like she was a sex-mad teenager or something.

So she dismissed those dangerously alluring visions from her mind. However, as time would soon tell, it is not so easy to exclude some things from your fantasies or your dreams.

***

There were apparently such things as amicable break-ups. Unfortunately, that had not been Isobel Denver's experience.

Isobel Denver. It was strangely reassuring to be Isobel Denver again. Taking her husband's name had been a mistake but not nearly so big a mistake as marrying him. Let alone marrying as young as they had. How did you pledge your future life to someone who didn't even know who they themselves really were yet?

At least she had understood her mistake reasonably quickly. Perhaps that had been her maturing too. Understanding that she couldn't go on as she had over those four years.

She no longer had any animosity towards Simon. She had no doubt that he would do well, had little doubt that he would find a wife that more fitted his idea of what a wife should be. An adjunct, an accessory and a servant. Always subordinating her desires and needs to those of the master of the house. When he did find her he'd no doubt ditch his newly-found Catholic refusal to agree to a divorce. Then he could have one - a nice easy amicable one. In the meantime she didn't care because she was not planning on marrying again. Once bitten twice shy!

She didn't want his name or his money. The only things she had kept were his rings. They were useful in fending off the lounge lizards who made a pastime of sniffing around women as attractive as Isobel was.

She was pretty sure Simon hadn't always had those attitudes - especially when they had first met. You never knew though. Maybe he had just hidden them. Now that would be cause for animosity but she didn't believe it had been the case. It was just that as she had grown up Simon had failed to do so. As if everyone else in his life was just another NPC to be considered only in so far as their actions and feelings had an impact on him.

She'd stuck it as long as she could and then had, very calmly, pointed out what was happening. If he had denied it or got angry then she might have had a little more hope that the situation was salvageable. Instead he just hadn't understood, had been emotionally incapable of grasping the first part of what she was trying to say to him.

In truth she had pretty much subordinated her career and needs to his. A serious mistake in those crucial years. A worse mistake when she found herself surrounded by his friends and family in his city. Even working for the same firm though of course that hadn't lasted long. 'Bad for team spirit' apparently. Well fuck them. Still - she was beginning to repair the damage.

In two ways she had been fortunate. First, they had not started a family. With children in the mix things could have got very bad or, more likely, she would have been unable to leave him. The very idea made her shudder a little but perhaps with children it would have been different?

Her second piece of luck had come via her sister. Hayley's husband was quite the high flyer. He'd won a Project Leadership role for his company down in Chile for six months. Which meant their house would be empty and they didn't need to rent it out but they didn't want it left obviously empty. Even in their leafy suburb that would be a little too much of an invitation.

So Isobel found herself house-sitting their really beautiful home. With six months to sort herself out and get herself in a position to start again. It was a peculiar feeling to live surrounded by other people's family pictures and furniture. She had carefully based herself in the guest room which she could make her own to some degree with what little had survived the wreck of her marriage.

Essentially she had the house to herself but not quite. Her elder sister was the second wife of Paul and while they had no children he did have a daughter from his first marriage That young woman, Zoe, was now at college but she had visited when Isobel had moved in and she was due back during the break.

That was no problem for Isobel. Apart from anything else she was really Zoe's guest rather than the other way around. Whatever was the case she liked Zoe and hoped the feeling was reciprocated. Despite being her step-aunt (if there even were such things as step-aunts) there were actually only five years between their ages. In fact, Isobel had a much bigger age difference with her own sister.

Anyway Zoe was an attractive and intelligent young woman. They had never really talked properly before Zoe's first visit back home and when they had done so it had been a really pleasant surprise. The talk had been superficial of course but they had got along very well.

In the meantime there were CVs to e-mail and applications to fill in. In truth she knew it was something of a lost cause. That model of journalism was dying fast. Her old employment had, she had to admit, been secured largely on her ex-husband's family influence. If she wanted to earn a living that way then it would have to be as a freelance and even that most definitely required a big story to get her name out there. The alternative was writing fiction - an even less likely source of a steady income.

Her first two weeks of house-sitting saw the pace of life slow down. It was a nice place but it was big and out in the suburban desert. Boredom could goad you into more job-hunting but the effect was lessened somewhat when you half-admitted it was a futility. Then it was a rapid slide into total boredom.

It really had been very fortunate for her that this surrender was followed very rapidly by Zoe's arrival on her break. At least for a month or so there would be someone sharing the house.

***

"Your phone's ringing."

Through the door Isobel heard the slight chaos of a person being startled out of their previous thoughts. She had heard a rhythmic squeak as she had come to the door but that had stopped now too. Isobel felt a certain guilt at interrupting Zoe's studies. However, it was rare for the younger woman not to have her phone on her and it had become clear that she hated to miss calls.

"I can answer it for you if you want."

Now the noise through the door redoubled. It flew open and Zoe dashed out blurting, "NO, no, I thought it was in my jacket. Sorry - I'll get it."

Now Isobel really did regret disturbing Zoe. There had been something very strange about her. Looking through the still open door she saw a lap-top with its screen showing a blank word processor document.

Journalists, even failed ones, are curious. Isobel was curious even for a journalist. She couldn't resist taking the few steps into the room to see what Zoe had been working on There was a minimised video window but that didn't interest her. Next to it was a text window which was also minimised and labelled 'Project'.

Isobel wanted to take an interest and who knew maybe she could help. That would serve to pass the time at least. She clicked the tab and the text appeared on the screen.

Two seconds were all that it took. Her eyes taking in one word and then another and then another. This was no college project. Her surprise gave way to a feeling of some amusement. It seemed that she was not the only one trying her hand at some fiction but Zoe's version was spicy to say the least! Not exactly PC either or woke or whatever the favoured term was nowadays. Her young friend would need a good pseudonym if she was going to put this out!

Isobel carefully restored the computer to how she had found it and then left the room. She was clear and free before Zoe arrived back. The latter gave her a look of mock-frustration and a smile and then closed her door behind her.

Isobel looked after her but saw only the closed door. Amazing to think of all that was going through her young friend's mind. She turned to go back to her own room and only just noted the resumption of that strange squeaking noise.

***

Left to her own devices Isobel had got really lazy in the matter of meals. Maybe some cereals for breakfast if she bothered at all, a delivery or something real easy otherwise.

That changed when Zoe got back. The younger woman seemed to have no problem with being in the kitchen even if she wasn't too practised there. Isobel was no chef but she had practical skills and was happy to pass them on. It was nothing much but it gave her some purpose.

It helped that the younger woman was a real quick learner. Show her once and she pretty much had it. The only problem was a month of Zoe's meals would force Isobel onto a diet once the Break was over!

This morning she had found her breakfast waiting for her and Zoe almost finished. She remembered that the latter had talked about meeting some friends today. Isobel had declined an invitation to join them. Getting out of the house might be good but she didn't want to be in the way. At least that was what she told herself.

There was an anxious moment or too waiting for Zoe to leave. A relief when the younger woman left with only a small bag. Isobel had wondered a little too late if Zoe planned to do some work and would take her lap-top with her. However, that wasn't the case.

It would be a lie to say that Isobel didn't feel a little guilty. She really did like Zoe very much but that glimpse at her computer screen had been like catnip for Isobel's well-trained curiosity. Besides, didn't she have a certain responsibility to her sister and Zoe's father?

Even when she tried to be convincing on the latter fact she knew that she was lying to herself. If it had just been something a little risqué then Isobel wouldn't have thought of mentioning it to anyone. Zoe was an adult and people were allowed their fantasies and desires. Isobel certainly had her own even if they had always been carefully kept hidden from herself as well as everyone else. The stress of the last few months had helped put such things way, way, to the back of her priorities.

Until she had seen that computer screen. Some of the words there had echoed her own deepest, most repressed, fantasies. Had sent them roaring back into the front of her consciousness. Just a few words on the screen had done that and Isobel had seen enough to know that there were a lot more such words inside that computer.

In the meantime, however, she had to wait for Zoe to leave. It was somewhat humiliating to understand just how anxious she was to see some, no all, of those words. It had set a fire burning in her that she hadn't felt the like of in way too long. Or perhaps that it would have been best if she had never felt again. She wasn't sure which was true but nothing could alter the reality of the situation now. She needed to see more.

Finally, yes finally, Zoe was off with a cheery smile. Isobel waited until the vehicle was gone and then immediately dashed to Zoe's room. There was no real need for hurry. The younger woman would be gone all day. However, Isobel didn't want to wait another moment.