After the boys left, Karen laid in the bathtub for more than an hour. Finally, she began getting cold so she slowly lifted her worn out and used body from the tub and turned on the shower. After washing off the boys' cum, sweat and spit, she stumbled into bed and quickly fell into a deep sleep. It was after 10:00 before Karen finally wandered into the kitchen and made breakfast.
As she sat nursing her second cup of coffee, she began thinking of the day before. The three young black boys had completely dominated her and did things to her that she had never done before. She had to admit that she enjoyed having her body used by the boys, but she knew she had to stop before they pushed her too far. As she continued to ponder her dilemma, she knew that calling a stop to it would be easier said than done, especially since she had given herself completely to them last night and begged to lick their ass holes. She had even called them 'Master.'
She thought about it and decided what she would say to them by the time the coffee pot was empty. She put on a pair of knee length shorts and a baggy shirt in hopes of cooling the boy's libidos, when they showed up, and then started working around her new house. She got a full day's work done and was surprised that the boys didn't show up. And they didn't show up the next day, or the day after that. Although she managed to finish up getting her house in order, she wondered what happened to Trevonne, Frank and Lester.
At first, she was happy to have the time alone to get unpacked and organized. But on the third day, she actually found herself daydreaming of their young black cocks stuffed in all of her holes. She dreamed of how thoroughly they had used her the last time. She remembered initially telling them that she wasn't interested, and by the time they were finishing with her, she was licking their asses and drinking their piss.
"Fuck," she thought to herself. "I've never been treated like that before. I've never been so abused and yet begged for more. I've never been called such names and yet realized they were true, and relished what I had become. I've always felt that I'm equal to every man, and yet these three young black men have shown me that I enjoy being inferior and submissive to them. What the hell is the matter with me?"
The next day, Karen was in her yard when Trevonne walked by. "Hey Trevonne," she yelled, "What's up? Do you want a Coke or something?"
He wandered over to her fence and said, "Sure."
As they walked into her house, she asked, "Where have you guys been?"
Trevonne paused for a minute while trying to recall the plan devised by the three boys. With as much fake sincerity as he could muster, he said, "Ah, we want you to pose for some pictures for us, and Frank was trying to figure out how to ask you."
"Wha . . . what?" Karen asked. "You want me to pose naked for you guys? I . . . I c-can't do that. I have to live here."
He looked sadly at the floor and said, "Yeah, that's what I told the guys you'd say."
"Well . . . well, you guys can still come over if you want," she said. She saw his sad face and then added, "Look, how about if I pose in a bathing suit? Would that be OK, Trevonne?"
Trevonne continued to look sad, but appeared to perk up a little at her offer. He said, "You'll pose in a bathing suit? How about if we pick it out? That might sway them."
Karen thought for a minute and then smiled at the young black boy. "Sure. You guys can pick it out. How about tomorrow evening?" Trevonne smiled at her and nodded his head. He stepped over to her and embraced her putting his hands on her soft ass. She snaked her arms around his neck, and they kissed. She melted into his arms as he slid his hands down the back of her shorts and squeezed her bare ass. As she moaned, she shoved her tongue into the young man's mouth and began to hump his leg with her pussy.
Trevonne took one last squeeze of her ass and then stepped back. "OK, then Karen. We'll see you tomorrow."
Karen's mouth hung open and she said, "But . . . but, I thought . . . . I thought you wanted to . . . . "
"Naw," he said. "We'll see you tomorrow." He turned and walked out the door leaving an extremely hot and horny 43-year-old woman standing alone in her house.
Karen quickly walked to her room and opened the drawer with her toys and within a couple minutes had brought herself to orgasm. She thought, "That son-of-a-bitch got me all worked up and then walked away. What kind of a prick does something like that to a willing sex partner?"
The next night, the three boys showed up carrying several boxes. They explained that she would wear several different bikinis and they would take photos and videos of her modeling them for them. Although she still didn't think this was a good idea, she hesitantly agreed and disappeared to put on the first bikini while the boys sat up their equipment. After the equipment was running, Lester stepped for ward and announced that ex-centerfold model Karen Whitcomb, 38-28-40 and 43 years old would-be modeling bikinis and then getting stripped and fucked by three 18-year-old niggers. When they finished with her, she would be nothing but a begging wanton whore pleading for their cocks.
Naturally, the suit fit her curvy older body tight, but she just grinned and walked back in to her living room where she was greeted with three cameras sat on tripods. The boys directed her on how to walk and pose for almost 15 minutes and she grinned as she saw all three of them with tents in their shorts. She knew when they were done taking pictures, they would all adjourn to her bedroom.