It had been an eventful and wild year for the Hamlins. First there was Dolly's prolonged rape that had awakened long suppressed sexual feelings and then the wild and uninhibited voluntary reunion with her rapist. Dolly and her husband, Rob, had returned to their Missouri home and had settled down to a much more satisfying and sexual existence than they had ever known. But the winter had become dull and dreary to the point that it began to make the couple depressed. Dolly suggested that they take a vacation to help get through the doldrums of the grey winter.
After much discussion, they decided that a trip to New Orleans would be just the ticket to revive their lagging spirits. After a little research on the web, they decided that Mardi Gras would be perfect for a well deserved vacation. The decision being made, they began planning for their trip in earnest.
The Hamlins were a couple, both in their second marriage. They made a handsome pair. Rob Hamlin was a trim, but somewhat short Air Force veteran, standing about 5 feet 7 inches tall and weighing about 165 pounds. His wife Dolly however was a show stopping beauty with short platinum blonde hair, standing about 5 feet 2 inches and weighing about 125 pounds. Aside from her gorgeous good looks, Dolly sported a spectacular rack of 37 DD tits. The Hamlin's were both of mature years in age, somewhere "north " of 50, but not much.
Rob and Dolly's lives had undergone a monumental change in the past year. First. Their home had been invaded by a large escaped convicted sex offender who preceded to rape Dolly multiple times with the unlikely and amazing outcome of awakening a raging sex desire in his victim. Dolly had come alive under her attacker's pummeling oversized cock and had craved satisfaction ever since. The couple had traveled deep into Arkansas on one occasion to have a sex filled reunion with the man who set the long repressed sex juices flowing again in Dolly's fantastic body and mind. Now, they were embarked on a journey to work on fanning their own desires in a glamourous setting : New Orleans.
As the couple drove south through Arkansas, they passed through Mena, where the assignation with Lyle Buhr, Dolly's horse-cock stud had recently took her again and again to sexual paradise, Rob reached over and playfully squeezed Dolly's left breast. Dolly was dressed in a rather tight fitting sleeveless blouse and shorts that hugged her womanly hips and showed her exhibited most of her muscular legs. It was all Rob could do from slipping his hand in the open neckline and fondling Dolly's lace bra covered love mounds. Her tits were just plain gorgeous! His wife responded with a cupping of his cock and balls.
"God... that was a fantastic weekend we had with Lyle, wasn't it?" Dolly exclaimed. "I don't think I ever came as often or as hard as I did on our wild weekend!" She seemed to lock into a faraway gaze remembering the wonders of that weekend not that far removed from this day.
Rob, too remembering his chance to enjoy sloppy seconds, said "Ahh, me too... you were great, sweetheart!", and cupped his wife's crotch.
A the sun began to fade, Dolly said, " I think we better stop and get some food and gas up soon... maybe find a place to spend the night. What do you think, Rob?"
Rob though that it was a good idea and planned a stop at the next possible opportunity. They were now into Louisiana and the next town was a place named Hosston. The early evening lights of the town were showing in the distance as they got closer to town. As they approached, they saw roadside signs advertising food, gas and lodging. Dolly said, " Probably as good as any place, we'll stop here."
They soon saw an intriguing establishment advertising food, fuel and lodging, named "Traveler's Lodge." While it did not look like the Holiday Inn, it did look reasonably clean and respectable for the hinterlands of Louisiana. Rob therefore pulled in and filled up with gas and told Dolly that he'd check out the restaurant/bar when he paid for the fuel. Returning to the car, he reported that it looked relatively empty and that he had registered a room for the night.
After parking and washing up a bit, the two made their way to the restaurant/bar for something to eat before retiring for the night. The found an empty table and began to study the menu. Shortly, a black girl approached and asked if they were ready to order. It was only then that both Rob and Dolly noted that they were the only white persons in the place. Furthermore, they realized that there was a pool room of sorts attached to the bar and it was populated with a number of what appeared to be working class black men.
Looking about the room, Rob noted that there was a brightly lighted juke box and a small 12X12 dance floor in one corner. Standing at the juke box was a tall, muscular, rather well dressed black man popping quarters in the machine. Soon the room was filled with the bedroom saxophone jazz music. The music was undoubtedly sensuous and suggestive in it's rhythm and tone. Dolly remarked that it seemed somewhat out of place in a restaurant. Rob agreed but mentioned that the place also housed a bar and it wasn't out of place in a bar.
A petite black waitress approached and inquired if they were ready to order. Rob ordered a gin and tonic along with the evenings rib special. Dolly decided on a glass of Chablis and a grilled chicken salad. Having ordered, they were engaged in light conversation when the well dressed large black man approached their table. "Would you care to dance, fine lady?" he politely inquired of Dolly.
"No thank you, Dolly replied, I'm just waiting for dinner to be served."
"If I know anything about this place and its' kitchen, it'll be a while in coming. Surely, you can honor me with a dance and think about how the boy's in back will take it if you refuse me?" His smile radiated confidence and a quiet arrogance as he spoke.
Dolly glanced hesitantly at Rob who shrugged and slightly nodded. "Well alright" Dolly sighed and rose to be led to the micro dance floor by her towering black escort. Once there, the man introduced himself as "Dax" and Dolly responded telling him her name. With that, he swept here into his arms and pressed her body to his and began a slow fully clothed fucking of his prey right there on the dance floor.
As Dax held Dolly's voluptuous body tight against his he felt her soft DD cup tits flatten out against his muscular lower chest. Little by little he began to take small, almost insignificant, liberties with his fleeting touches and feels along Dolly's bodacious backside. Dolly's whispered protests obviously are falling upon deaf ears as Dax's attentions become more audacious. Being almost a full foot taller than Dolly, he knew that she could feel his growing erection pressing insistently up against the gentle curve of her belly. He dropped his left hand down her back and pulled her even closer to his growing manhood. As the strong sexual feelings began to build up in her body, Dolly leaned into her black escort and relaxed and went with the flow. The music, the movement, the large hard cock felt sooo sensuous.
