Sarah Madison led an idyllic life. Everything seemed like it fell into place for her. Although, she hadn't been one of the really popular girls in high school, she was definitely close to the top of the pecking order. Sarah was a pretty girl and an excellent student. She never had trouble getting dates either in high school or in college. She grew up in an upper middle-class home. While in college, she met her future husband Jimmy Madison, and upon graduation, they were married.
Jimmy's claim to fame was that his great great great etc. grandfather was the fourth president of the United States, and the family named at least one male in each generation after the ex-president. And that was Jimmy, and he pointed it out to everyone he met. Jimmy graduated from an ivy league school and took a job as a financial advisor in Chicago. Even though Sarah was concerned about moving to the murder capital of America, she finally acquiesced, and they moved into a moderately sized suburban house. As Sarah was raising their children, Jimmy was moving up in his company. As Jimmy serviced bigger and bigger clients, he found himself traveling frequently.
Through the years, the Madisons moved into larger and larger houses as Jimmy's salary and bonuses increased. Their children attended private schools and they eventually joined one of the more exclusive country clubs outside of Chicago. Since the Madisons hosted many parties for their neighbors, Jimmy's co-workers, fellow club members and others in their social strata, Sarah became an expert at planning and hosting. She also served her role as 'loving wife' and arm candy for Jimmy. Basically, Sarah led a sheltered, albeit privileged life.
Sarah was 44 years old when their youngest daughter left for college. She was still an attractive woman at 5'5" tall and 120 pounds. She had light brown hair and green eyes. Her curves were all in the right place and she always turned men's heads when she walked in to a room. However, with both kids out of the house, Sarah was becoming bored. She needed something to do.
After searching for a few months, she finally decided to volunteer at the local museum. Although Jimmy had never wanted Sarah to work, he felt differently about her volunteer work. It looked good in Jimmy's company if the spouses volunteered for community activities.
Sarah enjoyed her volunteer work at the admissions desk, souvenir shop and cataloging displays. When the museum received some items on loan from a Boston Museum, Sarah worked many hours cataloging and helping to place the items on display. Since Jimmy was traveling, she offered to work extra hours.
She was sitting at a large table listing arrowheads and other items from the Pawtucket and the Merrimack Indians when she sensed someone watching her. She jumped when she saw a young black man standing in the doorway. He had on jeans and a tee shirt and looked well over six feet tall. "Wh-who are y-y-you?" Sarah asked as she began looking for her purse that held her pepper spray.
The young man smiled and said, "I'm the janitor here. Who are you?"
Her voice quivered as she said, "I-I-I'm S-sarah. I-I'm a v-volunt-teer. Wh-who are y-you?"
"I'm Deshawn," he said as he moved towards her. "How long are you going to be here?"
"I-I'll be done in about an hour."
As Deshawn sat down next to Sarah, she felt like moving away, but stopped when she thought that he might be insulted if she did. She noticed that her hand trembled as she continued to list the items, and Deshawn watched closely. After a few minutes, he reached over and put his hand on hers. He said, "Your hands are soft."
Sarah had never been touched by a black person in her life. She didn't want to offend the young black man, but she was petrified of him. She left her hand in place for almost a minute before gently pulling her hand away and picking up a small piece of a bowl. "I-I-I ha-have to g-get back to w-work," she said noticing that her hands were still shaking.
Deshawn stood and walked slowly behind her and put his big hands on her shoulders making her whole body stiffen. She had butterflies in her stomach, but she was scared of the young man. He began to slowly massage her stiff shoulders and said, "Your shoulders are tight, Sarah. Let Deshawn help loosen you up."
Sarah can't remember ever being as scared as she was then. As his big black hands dug into her shoulders and upper arms, she closed her eyes. He definitely knew what he was doing, she thought. She leaned her head back and let him massage her shoulders for a few minutes, all the while knowing it was wrong. A light moan escaped from her mouth. His hands slowly worked their way down her chest until he grasped her breasts and squeezed. "Ohhhh!" She moaned again.
As he squeezed again, she snapped out of her trance and grabbed his hands, pulling them from her breasts. "Please," she pleaded. "P-please stop. I-I'm a m-married wo-woman." Her stomach was churning with fear and anticipation and she knew that her nipples were hard.
Deshawn stepped back, reached down and lifted Sarah to her feet. He turned her around and looked into her green eyes. Sarah looked back into his eyes and was afraid to look away. He smirked at her and said, "Meet me tomorrow night at 7:00 at Treyvon's Bar over on Blakely Street. You know the place?"
Sarah's mouth was open as she numbly nodded her head. "But I-I c-can't ge... "
Deshawn put his finger over her mouth and added, "And wear something sexy. Understand?"
Again, she numbly nodded her head. "I-I c-can't m-meet y-y-you D-Deshaw... "
"Be there!" He demanded as he dropped his hands and squeezed her breasts again before turning and leaving the room.
Sarah tried and tried to get back to her cataloging, but to no avail. She couldn't concentrate on anything but the young black man who had touched her body and squeezed her breasts. She knew she wouldn't venture out to Treyvon's tomorrow, even though her husband was still on the road. Finally, after a half hour of frustration at not being able to work, she packed up and went home.
When she lay in bed that night, she thought of the black man who had taken liberties with her body. 'Why hadn't she slapped his hands away?' She thought to herself. 'Could she ever work alone in the museum again without him scaring her and touching her again?'
Sarah was off the next day and she tried to stay busy to keep her mind off what had happened the night before. As evening approached, she felt herself getting butterflies in her stomach. She put her hand on her breasts and noticed that her nipples were hard. 'What was going on?' She thought. She laid in the bathtub and couldn't get the young man out of her mind. When she finished her bath, she looked in her closet and realized she had nothing even remotely sexy.
'Wait! Why was she even thinking about wearing something sexy?' She wondered to herself. As she continued to ponder what was going on with her, she put on a matching black bra and panties set and then dressed in a pair of mid-thigh shorts and a sleeveless blouse.
She pulled in to the parking lot of Treyvon's Bar at 7:15 and sat in the car watching people enter and leave. She knew she would never voluntarily come to a dump like this. Her stomach was churning and she was scared. She looked down and saw that her nipples were as hard as rocks. She slowly got out of the car and walked to the door of the dirty bar. She walked through the door at 7:28. By the time she realized that she was the only white person in the bar, Deshawn was walking across the bar to her. As he reached her, she also realized that there was only one other woman in the bar.
As she looked up at the young man, she realized he was a foot taller than her. His jeans were dirty and his tee shirt was torn and he held a cigarette in his hand. Before she could say anything, he grabbed her arm and pulled her to him and lowered his lips to hers. Her body trembled and she felt a tingling feeling inside. As he kissed her, she felt her fear gradually turning into something else. It was a feeling that she hadn't felt for a long time -- lust. She knew that she wanted Deshawn to take her. To make her his tonight. To use her white body.
When he broke the kiss, they turned towards the bar and Deshawn put his hand possessively on her ass. Sarah was still scared, and began thinking about where the evening was headed. She knew that she was about to cheat Jimmy for the first time. And it wasn't going to be with someone in their social circle. It wasn't going to be with a handsome white man of her own age. It wasn't going to be a romantic evening together. It was going to be with a dirty young black thug, who was a janitor at the museum. As she stood at the bar sipping a drink with Deshawn's hand on her ass, she felt her body tremble in anticipation of what was to come.
They stayed at the bar for almost an hour. Several of Deshawn's friends drifted over to briefly chat and check out the older white woman that they knew their friend was going to fuck. His hands drifted freely over her ass and breasts as they talked with Deshawn's friends. Every so often, she would lightly moan at his touch.
As they finished their drinks, Deshawn said, "Pay for the drinks and then let's get out of here and get to the main event." She reached into her purse and put a fifty on the counter as the bartender smiled knowingly at the woman that he knew was about to get fucked like she had never been fucked before.
As they left the bar, he had his arm draped over her shoulder with his hand squeezing and manipulating her breast. He led the obedient older woman out the door and around the corner into the alley. Sarah thought his car must be parked nearby, but she was surprised when he stopped and turned to her, again lowering his lips onto hers. His tongue slid into her mouth and she reciprocated knowing that she would do whatever this man wanted. His hands found her breasts and he squeezed and then began twisting her hard nipples.
"Ohhhh!" She moaned. "Mmmm, that feels nice." Even though she was still slightly trembling, it was no longer fear; it was anticipation.
Deshawn stepped back and unzipped his pants pulling out a semi-erect cock. Her eyes were like saucers as she stared at the big black cock thinking that it's much bigger than Jimmy's. "Suck it," he commanded as he put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her to her knees. Sarah had only sucked Jimmy's cock a few times during their twenty plus years together, but she didn't hesitate at all. She quickly moved towards his cock even though it smelled awful. She almost gagged, but she stuck out her tongue and licked the tip, and then its length. The smell was nauseating, but she engulfed as much of his cock into her mouth and began sucking.
