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Charlotte
It had been over a month since Charlotte first kissed Izaak.
She had made him cum at least 3 times a day. When they fucked, she lost track of how many times she came.
It started slowly at first, but over time Charlotte had come to happily accept this "relationship". No longer questioning it, she did what Izaak said, and she loved it.
Charlotte looked at herself in the mirror. So much had changed since Izaak had moved in.
Her once pale skin was completely tanned all over from the multiple spray tan sessions she had been on that left her feeling almost black. Her once long, blonde hair was cut short and dyed. Then she turned and looked at the queen of spades tattoo on her shoulder with Izaak's initial, and then turned back and looked at the "Black Cock Throat Slut" tattoo on her hip.
One good thing about this short hair though, it was a lot quicker to dry for Charlotte.
"Slut, hurry up!" She heard Izaak's voice call from downstairs.
Just the sound of his voice and him calling her a slut made Charlotte's pussy twitch.
She opened the door and stuck her head out.
"I'm just getting dressed." She called back.
"Forget that, get down here." He told her.
There was no question in her head, Charlotte just did as she was told. Walking downstairs her tits bounced with each step. Then she walked into the living room to see Izaak sat watching TV.
"Yes, Master?" She asked happily.
"What do you want for breakfast? I'll order us something in?" He asked her.
"I don't mind, whatever you want." She said back to him.
She looked at this muscular, rough black man that had taken over her home. With his short black hair and shaved face, he really was beautiful.
"Okay, you carry on getting dressed, and I'll order this." He told her.
"Yes, sir." Charlotte replied and ran back upstairs.
She flicked through her wardrobe, but all of her old clothes were gone and all that remained was what Michelle had bought with her.
Over time though, Charlotte didn't miss her old clothes. She liked dressing sexy, especially for Izaak.
She grabbed a pair of very short, very tight blue denim shorts, a white crop top that looked like it was ripped at the bottom, and some fishnet stockings.
Putting them all on, Charlotte did her make up and went downstairs just as Izaak was shutting the door to the delivery man.
"Good timing, get some plates." He told her.
Charlotte smiled and grabbed two plates and returned to the dining table where Izaak sat at the head. He slid his chair out a little and patted his knee.
Automatically, Charlotte walked over and sat down on his firm, strong thigh. Izaak then wrapped his arms around her, placing one on her thigh and the other on her waist.
"Cut it up and feed it to me." He told her.
"Yes, sir." Charlotte instantly replied.
Grabbing a knife and fork, Charlotte started to cut up the sausage before stabbing it with a fork and bringing it to Izaak's mouth to feed him.
Why was I so afraid of him? He's nothing but good to me,
Charlotte thought as she kept feeding him and herself.
"What are you doing today?" Charlotte asked between bites.
"I'm going to see some of the boys." Izaak answered.
"Sounds fun." Charlotte replied and put another bite into his mouth.
His hand on her thigh had Charlotte already horny. Ever since she had started to kiss him, Charlotte felt herself falling more and more for this dominant black man. What started off as feeling like a hostage, now Charlotte didn't know what she would do without him.
"You're going to see George today." He suddenly told her.
"What? Really?" Charlotte asked, getting a shock of guilt throughout her body.
That's right, I'm doing this for George.
"Yeah," Izaak said, "make the most of it."
What does that mean?
Charlotte finished feeding them both, and after she was done, she got onto her knees and sucked Izaak's big, black cock until she got an extra load of cum with her breakfast.
After that Izaak went out to see his friends, and Charlotte headed over to the prison to see George.
The entire drive she felt like a mess. Her palms were sweating, her mouth was dry, and her legs wouldn't stop twitching. Not only had she fully been enjoying sleeping with this black man, but she had asked... no, begged him to knock her up.
When she finally got there, Charlotte was a nervous wreck.
She walked in, each step making her feel sick until she reached the booth where George sat on the other side.
"H-hi." Charlotte stuttered out.
"Charlotte? What's happened to your skin?" He asked. "And why are you dressed like that?"
"It was... I mean, Izaak..." Charlotte whispered, but George cut him off.
"Izaak! Of course, it was!" He shouted. "What do you think you're doing! They showed me the video of you begging him to get you pregnant! How could you do that to me?"
What?
Charlotte's guilt started to come to the surface, especially knowing that George had somehow seen the way she had been acting.
"George... I'm sorry." She whispered.
"You're actually enjoying this? Being his slut?! What else have you been doing?" George interrogated her like she was the prisoner, not him!
"I... I... I don't know." Charlotte stammered out, too ashamed to tell him all the details.
"I can't believe you've become this. I thought you loved me." George spat out.
Then, Charlotte's guilt turned into a bit of rage.
"Excuse me?" She asked, trying to calm her voice. "This is all happening because of you! If you didn't break the law, then Izaak would never have come into our lives! I wouldn't have to protect you!" She argued, getting angrier and angrier with every word.
"Well, it's not fucking working!" George nearly shouted until a guard gave him a glare.
"What do you mean?" Charlotte asked back.
"They're still... they... Oh god." George nearly broke down.
It looked like he was about to start crying.
"George? What have they done to you?" Charlotte asked.
He didn't have any bruises or cuts on his face, but Charlotte feared for what happened to him.
"I can't... Charlotte they're not going to stop." He stuttered out.
"It's okay; I'll talk to Izaak. I'll get him to listen." Charlotte told him.
George looked up with a tear in his eye that nearly broke Charlotte's heart.
"Do you think that will work?" He asked her.
"I don't know, hopefully." Charlotte replied.
"Okay, I'm so sorry." George said.
Truthfully, Charlotte was no longer angry with George for putting her in this situation. She was having the best sex of her life, but she resented the way he treated her about it.
They stayed and chatted for fifteen more minutes until Charlotte had to leave.
She got in her car and headed home, but her head was a mess. Everything she had done was supposed to protect George, but if he wasn't getting protected, then what was the point?
When she got back, she stepped out of the car to a few funny looks from the neighbours, who definitely were not used to seeing her dressed in such a way.
But when Charlotte went to unlock the door, it was already unlocked.
"Hello?" Charlotte called out as she stepped inside.
"Hey, long time no see." Michelle said appearing from the living room.
She was dressed in a very short skirt and a very tight t-shirt, all of which showed off her amazing figure and her soft, ebony skin.
Charlotte couldn't help but almost drool at the sight of her. She had a little guilt in the back of her head over the fact that seeing Michelle seemed to push any worry about her husband out the window.
"Michelle, you scared me to death." Charlotte said and shut the door.
Michelle smiled her beautiful smile and walked over to Charlotte.
"Have you missed me?" She asked as her ebony hand reached to graze Charlotte's arm. Her skin was so dark and beautiful, but Charlotte was still feeling sad over seeing George.
"What are you doing here?" Charlotte asked.
Michelle's hand left Charlotte as she took a step back and smiled.
"We're hanging out today," She said. "Didn't Izaak tell you?"
Charlotte looked around, but all she wanted to do was be alone.
"I'm not really in the best of moods." Charlotte told her.
She stood and watched as Michelle turned around and then bent over to pick up her purse from the floor. Charlotte couldn't help but stare at the beautiful, black woman's shapely arse before she turned back around.
"Well, I guess I just have to cheer you up." Michelle said.
She took Charlotte's hand in hers and led the married woman outside and back into Charlotte's car.
"Where are we going?" Charlotte asked.
"That's a surprise," Michelle told her. "I'll guide you."
As she drove Charlotte's head felt a mess. The last month she had succumbed to Izaak, barely thinking or worrying about George. But since seeing him she felt guilty, guilty that she had allowed herself to be broken into this person.
"Here we are." Michelle said when they reached their destination.
As Charlotte looked around, she couldn't tell where they were. Nothing stood out other than buildings on either side.
As Michelle got out, Charlotte followed her, and they entered a brown door. As they walked through the hallway she heard muffled music.
"What is this place?" Charlotte asked.
Michelle simply smiled and opened one last door that allowed the music to blare out of it. Immediately Charlotte froze. It was a dark room on the other side with neon lights giving a dim vibe. The music was loud, but what frightened her was seeing many, many black men inside.
It looked like some sort of hidden club, only she couldn't see a bar.
"This," Michelle said as she leaned in to whisper into Charlotte's ear, "Is Franklyn's bar."
What is it?
Charlotte thought.
