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."