Her Vet - part two
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He could not look her in the eye when he finally asked her “Why Me?”

“Do you recognize me, Daniel?” She asked softly. “Here’s a hint. You saved my life many years ago.”

Daniel jerked his head back in order to better see her face. “Stephanie? Is that you?”

Her eyes teared up as she smiled happily at him, nodding.

“Holy shit! Is it really you?” Daniels brain was hit with a million almost forgotten memories of his high school days. “Where the hell is Bill these days? Oh my god! Little Stephanie, all grown up! And oh my god what a perfect woman you have turned out to be!”

They discussed her older brother, Bill, who had been Daniel’s best friend for the four years of high school. She reminded Daniel that she had still been in the eighth grade when he had graduated from high school.

“So you were still in the eighth grade when we had that car wreck then?”

Stephanie nodded, her face clouding with the horrible memory. “Yeah, I was in a coma for over seven months. By the time I woke up, you were already away in the military for your basic training.”

“My god that must have been horrible, Stephanie. I had no idea.” Daniel’s compassion filled his face, . . . . . and her heart.

Then, still feeling a bit like a victim, Daniel blurted out, “But still, why me? I mean there are dozens of other GI’s that would absolutely die to get in those incredibly sexy panties of yours, Steph. Why me?”

Her face turned to his, looking deep into his eyes as she cleared her throat to answer him. “Daniel, we have not only a shared past, but also, I hope, a shared future. There is much I need to tell you, but first I must show you something that is critical for you to know. Please understand that I did not take these pictures, OK?” She reached out and touched her fingers to his lips to quell his next question. She knew what he would ask, and did not want to let him draw conclusions about the future just yet.

She smiled softly, caringly at him, kissed him softly, then reached for the clicker for the TV. She pressed play.

He heard a VCR whir to life, then the TV began to display a black and white video picture.

The picture was of a black man fucking a white woman. The white woman’s legs were pinned back against her chest, her breasts trapped between her thighs, and her pussy was being slammed hard by a meaty black cock. Daniel could see the black man’s balls slapping the white woman’s ass each time his hefty black cock disappeared into her squirming quivering body. There was no sound with the picture, just the visions of the black man fucking a white woman hard and strong as she was obviously orgasming. Her hips were thrusting up toward his penetrating prick with each drive into her. Daniel could see eh r vaginal lips clenching and suckling the black pole that was impaling her.

The woman’s breasts were rolling up back and forth as the man slammed her body over and over. Daniel felt his own penis begin to harden as he watched the obvious ecstasy that was occurring. The couple was definitely not faking it. Couldn’t be actors. No, this was a woman caught having sex. Her delicate white heels were urging the man on now, obviously eager for his sperm to be deposited within her body.

Daniel realized that the camera which had captured the tryst was stationed outside the bedroom window.

Daniel looked at Stephanie, raising his eyebrows in question. “What the hell?”

Concerned, she urged him “Just watch for a while, it will all become much clearer in a bit. In the mean time, of course, my offer of my body being yours to enjoy is still open. So if this turns you on, go for it. I am certainly up for a bit more of your attentions!”

Daniel climbed around behind her and guided his own white cock into the receptive wet white pussy that seemed to enjoy his penis more than his own wife ever had.

With the urgings of the video taped white woman, and the way her tight little pussy was suckling the thick black penis so powerfully, it didn’t take long for the black penis to fill the little blonde haired pussy it was fucking with its thick virile sperm. The black skin of his shaft suddenly acquired a white foam around its base as it continued to pummel her vagina.

The man didn’t even soften after his orgasm. He continued to fuck the white woman even more powerfully. Daniel could see her body still cumming continuously as the black pipe slid in and out of her throbbing core.

The man came the second time only moments later, adding yet more white gooeyness to his cock, and of course her fibrillating little white pussy. Finally the black man collapsed onto the white woman, his cock still buried deep within her, her legs wrapped around his butt cheeks, her heels dug in, pulsing in time to her ebbing orgasm, still urging him on.

The video faded to black.

Within seconds, the TV screen again was showing a different black man enjoying the sexual favors of the same white woman. It was without doubt a different black man than had previously been there. The current man’s body was much slimmer, and his belly was taught and firm. This man also fucked the white woman without protection, enjoying skin to skin contact with her obviously spasming white vagina. This time the man lasted through only one orgasm, then the camera faded to black as the white woman’s cunt slowly stopped clenching.

Highly turned on, yet mystified, and slightly disturbed by what he was watching, Daniel watched as a continuing succession of black men fucked the same white woman in a long string of erotic sexual encounters. They used all of her openings, and she seemed to enjoy sucking them off and having them fill her ass as much as she did her pussy.

As they watched, Daniel’s own prick was causing the beautiful Stephanie to cum continuously, her silken tunnel gripping him and releasing him with each stroke, each filling and emptying. She was moaning loudly now, her wetness beginning to drip onto his legs as he fucked her in unison with the big black cocks that were all fucking the various openings of the little blonde woman on screen.

Stephanie’s face watched the mirror to the side of the bed more than it watched the video playing on the television. Her eyes adored seeing Daniel’s body pumping her full of his prurient flesh. “God yes baby, fuck this little sluts cunt honey! Fuck it hard and deep baby! Yes! YES!!! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!” Daniel found his hands on her jiggling swaying breasts, roughly gripping and inching her nipples as he fucked into her lewd copious wetness, his cock pulsing harder than he could ever remember it being before. His ball sack was incredibly loose and he could feel his surging balls slapping her sticky wet pussy with each powerful inward stroke deep down her velvet channel of lust.

In the next sequence, some of the black men had pinned the woman’s legs back as they fucked her as deep as they could possibly go, their wiry pubic hair seeming to pull her own blonde locks away form her body as they pulled out of her cunt only to slam back deep into her.

They pulled her legs over their shoulders and slammed her cunt from that vantage point, then all took her in the missionary position. Suddenly one of the man turned her around and took the white woman anally, carefully entering her till he was fully encased, then beginning to piston just as he would have in her pussy. He came in there as the others rooted him on. After that they all took turns with her bottom, cumming deep inside her as she squirmed in her own powerful unremitting orgasms.

Daniel found himself fascinated by that bit of black on white on brown perversion, and suddenly had an uniquely intense orgasm himself. Stephanie chuckled when she saw what had finally triggered her lover’s orgasm.

Always the black men fucked the little white slut bareback, and always they came inside her shuddering slutty body.

And always the men fucking the women were black men. Some were generously endowed, some had normal sized cocks, some even had smaller than average cocks, but their black cocks always made the white woman shudder in orgasm from nearly the time they entered her body until long after they had filled her with their sperm..

Suddenly the TV startled Daniel as it started to make sounds. The picture was now in color as well, Daniel realized. The screen showed several unfamiliar men obviously getting ready to enjoy the sexual favors of the little blonde woman. Daniel realized that the camera had moved into the bedroom with the cavorting group. The excited woman glanced fleetingly at the camera several times, nervously, then seemed to forget it was there as she set about consuming their ebony flesh, her blonde hair shining against the background of their black bodies gathered around her. The camera was angled perfectly to show the pinkness of her body enveloping the men’s dark shafts as they all took her deep and hard to completion over and over again.

Then Daniel’s heart froze, stopped cold by a familiar sound he heard. As his mind sorted things out, his eyes roved the room, so far as he could see it within the camera angle. It suddenly dawned on him that it was HIS bedroom. Well, the bedroom that had been his when he lived with his Ex. And it was his wife’s voice screaming at the black men to fuck their little whore deep and hard and knock her little white cunt up with their black baby making sperm!

Finally his mind allowed him to comprehend what was going on. It struck him like a sledgehammer blow. This was his wife taking all of these black men on, one after another in a long, seemingly endless, string of sexual encounters.

Daniel reached for the clicker, his eyes blurred by his tears, and his heart racing in vivid anger. “What the fucking god damn hell!!!!!!?? ?” he screamed, out of breathe from the adrenaline surge that had consumed him. He wanted to hit whatever was around him, strike out in anger and his pain.

Stephanie didn’t cower from his anger. She sat there, her face turned directly to him, her eyes filled with compassion for the man that she had so enjoyed for all these past hours.

Finally, softly she said “Your wife is a whore now, Daniel. She was paid to have sex with everyone of those men” She stated that awful fact simply, without emotion or judgment.

Daniel’s mind begin to spin out of control. He sobbed in wracking heaving gasps, collapsing to the floor of the motel room.

Stephanie held him there on the floor as he sobbed. After his body stopped wracking so much, she again spoke softly and lovingly. “The point of this fact is, Daniel, your wife has been my husband’s secretary. As you doubtless know, they are on their honeymoon right now in Jamaica .” She paused again so that Daniel’s dumbfounded mind could catch up. She stared calmly into his eyes, caressing his back, her compassion for what he was feeling obvious on her face.

Daniel continued to sob quietly. She then held him gently for a long time as Daniel slowly came to grips with what had transpired in the life of the woman he had loved without reserve.

Finally, he choked out “What do you mean she is a whore now? Because she likes black men?”

“No honey, her new husband, my Ex, sells her body to his black business clients in trade for signing a contract. Your wife confided to him that she wanted to try having sex with a black man when she first interviewed for the job. I have no idea how the subject came up, but it was obviously a fit for both of them. He has been whoring her since she first started working there for him. That is why they are honeymooning in Jamaica , so that she can have the black men she enjoys so much.” Stephanie shut up again, so that Daniel could come to terms with this new knowledge of his ex-wife’s behavior.

After another long spell, his voice, more calm now, asked more for confirmation than anything else, “She worked for your husband?”

“Yes.”

“How long?” His question carried urgency in its tone.

“Four years baby, four years.”

“Shesus!” He again sat quietly for awhile.

Stephanie got up onto her knees and began to massage his shoulders and neck.

His head began to loll back and forth after a few minutes of her loving manipulations. “Steph, why do you not look familiar to me? I have a distinct vision in my head of how you looked way back then. You look different now, very different.”

“It took four plastic surgeries to reconstruct my face after the accident, Daniel.”

“Oh my god!” he breathed softly. Daniel pulled her down by him, his face hovering over hers, looking intently at her face. Finally he kissed her softly, tenderly, lovingly.

Finally he pulled away again, and asked “So why me Steph? What are you not telling me?”

Stephanie got up off the floor, pulling a soft terrycloth robe over her body. She tied it properly, firmly, then turned resolutely to face him.

She took a deep breath, the robe moving seductively over her perfect breasts. “I have been following your career for years Daniel, ever since you started working for my husband. From afar, I watched you make good suggestion after great proposal to him, . . . . and have them all, everyone of them, turned down flat. I have gone back and tracked them, studying to see what would have happened to the business had your suggestions had been acted upon. Know what I found out?”

“Yeah,” Daniel said bitterly, “The company would have been worth three times what it is now.”

“Well, Daniel, here is your chance to make it all right. As of ten o’clock local time tomorrow morning, I will own the company lock, stock, and barrel. Tomorrow, my husband will be arrested under the prostitution and international slave trade laws of Jamaica and will face extradition to the US if the charges do not stick down there. I will, under the company bylaws, become the default Chairman of the Board and own one hundred percent of the stock. And I want you to run for me it as the new CEO. Half a million salary and ten percent of the increase in profit after you take over the helm. What do you say?”

Shocked beyond any ability to think rationally, Daniel stared at her for interminable minutes. Finally he said “You planned out this whole . . . . thing?”

“Yes, Daniel.”

“Including meeting me in the bar the other day?”

Her back straitened, but her eyes locked on his. “Yes Daniel.”

“So answer my original question, Stephanie, why me?”

“Why not you Daniel? You are intelligent and resourceful, trust worthy, honest, loyal, and have the Harvard MBA and business acumen that my husband was always so damned jealous of. And, Daniel . . . . I have loved you since I was a little girl, why NOT you, . . . . soldier?”


The end . . . . . . and a beginning.