Carol: A Final Anthology

Anyway, I saw him today...the boy I'd suck off if/when Blaine tells me. Him or someone just like him. He was in his school uniform waiting for transportation, laughing with his mates, tall and slender, obviously an African immigrant, so very black.

I could have just asked him, taken him off behind the bushes, squatted down and done it. His mates would have known, of course. Perhaps I should even let them watch, witness my willingness to be a black cock slut, to let black cocks use me, use my mouth.

Poor white kids wouldn't get any of my mouth though. Blaine has forbidden it. My mouth is reserved for black cock only. I don't even suck Andy anymore. Poor guy, he doesn't understand why I've stopped blowing him. Maybe one day I'll get the nerve to tell him the truth.

I love pleasuring big, dark black cocks with my mouth. I wish I knew why, why they excite me the way they do, why I am so easy for them, why my cunt won't let me alone when I see them or think of them, why it pesters me with its constant drip-drip-drip of slick fluid. I had to come home and change my knickers after seeing that boy today.

I can't believe how much time I spend masturbating these days. It seems like I'm doing it all the time. Thinking of black cock and playing with myself is all I do. It's a wonder I get anything done at all.

Even the way I play with myself has changed. I no longer cum by shoving that plastic in and out of my cunt. Yes, I slide it in me for a while and it feels good. But only up to a point. Then I have to take it out and suck it. How is it possible that I now cum from sucking on a tube of black latex?

I lie on my back with the dildo in my mouth and my two hands pawing at my cunt. I suck it madly like a baby with a pacifier. I have no idea why it works but it does. Gloriously.

Thoughts of sucking black cock have become central to my life. Perhaps I should just do it. Get on a train, go to another city, find a black boy and suck him off. It's what I want, what I crave. Perhaps it's best I don't. I'd become addicted. Hell I'm already addicted and I haven't even done it yet.

~ * ~

The Changing Room

"What's taking you so long?" Blaine asked as he swung the changing room door open wide.

Carol was standing there in knickers and bra with stockings and suspenders. Behind him, a teenage boy could see her and his mouth gaped open.

"Blaine, please..." Carol beseeched, covering her bra with an arm and the crotch of her knickers with her other hand. "He can see!"

"Where's that green skirt I wanted to see?" Blaine asked apparently oblivious to Carol's embarrassment.

"It's there," she said, pointing with the hand covering her bra to a hanger. The boy continued to stare.

"Get it," Blaine ordered.

Carol turned and let go of her bra to pick up the skirt. Both the teen and Blaine could see that she was wearing a thong. Carol held the skirt up in front of herself.

"That's the one," Blaine said. "Put it on."

"Blaine, please, he can see me."

Blaine turned to see the skinny young white lad in his school uniform ogling Carol's near nakedness hungrily.

"Come over here," Blaine told the boy.

He was too frightened by a black man not to obey. Blaine held the door open, stepped inside, and motioned for him to follow.

"She's worried about me holding the door open," Blaine told the kid as he closed the door.

Blaine took the skirt from Carol's hand and placed it on a hook. She was blushing scarlet as the young man feasted his eyes on her exposed body.

"What do you think of this bra?" Blaine asked him, tugging at one of the straps. "It's OK," Blaine said when the youth struggled to find his vioce, "she likes to know a man's opinion, don't you Carol?"

"Blaine, please, don't do this."

"Tell him you want his opinion, Carol."

"I'd like to know what you think of my brassiere," Carol told the boy, goose bumps beginning to dot her flesh.

"Let him see," Blaine said, pushing Carol's arm down.

"It's nice," the boy said, his eyes bugged out.

"It feels really nice," Blaine told him, cupping her breast.

Carol's nipple hardened visibly.

"Blaine! This is wrong! He's too young."

"I'm of age," he protested.

"Go ahead and feel the material," Blaine told him. "She wants you to. See this?" he asked, grasping nipple, "that means she's excited by what we're doing. Tell him to feel it Carol."

"Please," Carol told the teenager, "touch my bra and see if you like it."

The boy cupped her breast and began feeling her up.

"The other one too," Blaine told him and he grabbed both tits. Carol's eyes closed and she moaned low as she realized her sluttishness had sunk to a new level and would probably go lower still. Would this young man embarrass her by causing the orgasm that was quickly building inside Carol?

"What about her kinckers?" Blaine asked the boy. "How do they feel?"

Now he had one hand on her breast while the other groped Carol's crotch. She began humping her pussy against his hand. What she was doing with this boy at Blaine's urging was making her so hot. She knew he was only doing it to humiliate her with such a young kid and that was enflaming Carol completely.

"They feel really soft," the kid said playing with the older woman's tits and cunt.

Carol began to shudder and Blaine could see she was on the verge of cumming.

"Thank you very much," Blaine told him bring Carol's petting session to a close without the climax that hung so close she could almost touch it.

"Please, Blaine, let him continue," Carol begged.

"He's given you what you needed, Carol. He's told you the items are nice."

"Please," she groveled again.

"No Carol, it wouldn't be fair to the boy. Now thank him for helping you."

"Thank you," Carol told him without enthusiasm.

"No, Carol, thank him," Blaine told her, placing his hand on top of her head and pushing down.

"Oh god!" she groaned as she sank to her knees.

She reached up and stroked his cock through his pants. Of course he had a raging hard on.

"Ask his permission," Blaine told her.

"May I suck you please?" Carol asked sweetly as she unzipped him.

He didn't answer and Carol didn't wait for one. His cock wasn't particularly long or thick and she buried it in her mouth in one gulp. He was so young and the teasing had him on the edge even before he experienced the hot wet confines of Carol's luscious mouth. He came quickly but not before Carol's own orgasm wracked her body.

Blaine and Carol still haven't discussed that shopping trip but they both know she came from sucking that young cock.

~ * ~

Jerking Off With Carol's Mouth

"Hi," Blaine said when Carol answered her phone.

"Hi," she replied. He could tell he'd caught her at a bad time.

"I was thinking about jerking off but I'd rather have a blowjob."

"It's work," he heard her say, probably to Andy.

Twenty minutes later Blaine heard the knock on his hotel room door. He answered the door in his favorite outfit for getting his cock sucked: a black tee shirt, a pair of floppy socks, and a beer.

"What if I'd been housekeeping?" Carol asked as Blaine opened the door wide and watched her gape at the long, fleshy, black tube hanging from his groin.

"Then she'd be getting my load and not you."

"You think you're so fucking funny..." Carol hesitated before continuing. "I-I..." she stammered.

"What Carol? Spit it out."

"Would it be all right if I played with myself while I do it?"

At first Blaine had just put Carol on her hand, making her responsible for any orgasms she would enjoy, but now he was controlling when she was permitted to masturbate as well. He was denying her the privilege of fingering herself until such times as he deemed appropriate and she was definitely on edge because of it.

Sometimes Carol wanted to cum so badly but Blaine wouldn't permit it. Like last week when he was traveling and he called her for phone sex. Blaine jerked off while Carol talked dirty to him but he wouldn't allow her do the same. Blaine described in great detail what he was doing to himself and she begged for permission to play with herself. Ultimately, he forbade it.

"Did you play with yourself today?" he asked.

"No sir."

"When was the last time you got yourself off?"

"Last week, before you called for phone sex."

"Has Andy gotten you off?"

"No sir. He's tried but I made sure I got him to cum before I did, then I faked it."

"You must be very horny?"

"You have no idea sir."

"Tomorrow, pet. You'll come to see me and I'll face-fuck you tomorrow and I'll permit it then."

"But Andy and I have plans..."

"Tomorrow or you'll have to wait another week."

Blaine got himself another beer and sat in a chair. He motioned for Carol to kneel between his legs. She got him hard with her hands and mouth. He grabbed a handful of blonde hair and began guiding her movements up and down his cock.

"Loosen up your jaw and neck," he told her. "I want to jerk off except that instead of my hand, your mouth will be holding my cock."

He began moving Carol's head again but she struggled to relax.

"Loosen your fucking neck, cunt," he barked.

Carol managed to relax her neck and Blaine began wanking off with her head. Carol's gag reflex was relaxed as well and he could push against the back of her throat without a reaction. He grabbed her hair even tighter and he jerked her mouth up and down his dick more and more rapidly.

"Here it comes you slut!" Blaine shouted as his stuff began exploding out of his cock and into her slut mouth.

She swallowed quickly until he was drained then lay her head against his thigh and sighed contentedly.

"I'd better get going," Carol told Blaine after a few minutes.

"Not yet, cunt. I always jerk off at least twice."

~ * ~

More Cock Sucking

Blaine was standing up, naked, leaning against the wall. His hand stroked his hard, black cock. Carol was sitting across the room fidgeting in her seat. She had been forbidden from approaching him or touching herself. Blaine, on the other hand, needed no such permission to relieve himself.

"Do you see it, slut? Do you see what I'm doing to myself?"

"Yes, sir, I can see clearly."

"Is it making you hot?"

"Yes, sir, your cock always makes me hot. I love watching you play with yourself even when I'm forbidden from doing the same. I'm so fucking hot right now I can't stand it."

"You can and will stand it slut. It's time you learned you don't always get what you want when you want it. You think this cock is here whenever you want it but it's not. I told you at the beginning that this was about my pleasure not yours. Now, it seems you are enjoying being my mouth slut even more than I do." Blaine continued stroking his cock slowly as he spoke, knowing he was teasing Carol mercilessly.

"I'm not sure sir."

"But you don't deny that you get a great deal of pleasure from sucking my dick."

"No, sir, I don't deny that."

"You don't deny that you get more pleasure from sucking my black cock than you do from fucking a white guy."

"No, sir, I don't deny that either."

"That's why I've had to restrict when you can finger yourself. You need re-educating. You need to remember your pleasure is not what's important. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Do you agree that I have control over your orgasms and not you?"

"Yes, sir."

Blaine can see Carol tremble as she admitted that she was willing to forgo her pleasure while agreeing to provide his. It felt so hideously kinky to think that a young man could control her that way. She could feel her nipples harden even farther if that was even possible.

"Come over here. I want to jerk myself off with your mouth."

"Yes, sir," Carol said practically jumping from the chair.

Blaine grabbed her hair tightly as she knelt and tilted her head up to his face.

"Open your mouth."

"Yes, sir," she answered.

"Stick out your tongue." Carol lolled her tongue from her open mouth.

"You're going to do my balls first."

Blaine pulled his cock out of the way with one hand and used Carol's hair to direct her mouth to his scrotum. She licked and sucked eagerly as he pulled her head up and down his ball sack. He could feel the vibrations from her mouth as Carol moaned lowly.

"That's good, slut, now the cock. This better be good, too. Your mouth better feel like a nice juicy cunt."

Carol's mouth was still open and he pointed his cock at it with one hand and pulled her mouth onto it with the other. Blaine set up a nice, slow rhythm like he had earlier when he was stroking himself while lecturing her. Blaine kept up a steady stream of chatter while he wanked himself using Carol's moist mouth.

"You're such a slut, you know that, Carol? You're one of the biggest sluts I've ever known and I've know quite a few. Maybe the biggest. No, you are the biggest. I like that your cunt is boiling right now and you're forbidden from doing anything about it.

"I'm getting a little impatient that you haven't told your friend - what's her name, Sarah? - about me yet. Perhaps the frequency of my permission for you to play with yourself will diminish until you tell her. It's what you want, isn't it? That your friend know? That she can judge you and confirm that you are a bigger slut than anyone else she knows?

"You want to be a slut, Carol, and part of that is others knowing. That's the sweet part, that part that gets your juices flowing. At first it was enough that I knew but now, others must know as well. Someone you can talk to about being a young black man's mouth slut."

Blaine was beating off faster now, gripping Carol's hair so tight it hurt a little.

"Would you like permission to finger yourself now, slut?" he asked, pulling her mouth off his cock long enough for her to answer.

"Yes, please, sir."

"No," he told her and shoved his massive erection into her mouth again.

Back and forth Carol's head went. Blaine was thrusting his pelvis in a counter rhythm to the strokes of her mouth. He was, as the Romans would say, giving her a blowjob. Finally the orgasm hit him. He held her head still while he emptied his nuts into her mouth. Spurt after spurt flowed inward. Somehow in his lust he told her not to swallow. He left his cock in her mouth until it began to soften.

Finally, Blaine pulled Carol's mouth off him. "Show me. Show me my cum in your mouth."

Carol opened her mouth carefully to keep from spilling any of the cock custard and he could see a big pool of white liquid on her tongue.

"Stick your tongue out so I can see better."

Carol pushed out her tongue out trying not to let any spill off. She was are not entirely successful and some dripped onto her blouse.

"Swallow." She closed her mouth and he could see her throat contracting.

"Let me see."

Carol opened her mouth again, sticking out her tongue, showing him the cum is all gone. Her cunt was on fire and driving her crazy.

"Please, sir, may I..."

"No! Now get back over to your chair until I need you again."

Carol shuffled back to the chair, hoping that he'd relent later.

~ * ~

Carol Confesses to Sarah

"Sarah, I'd like your advice on something but it's kind of embarrassing. Can I ask you without getting snickered at?"

"Of course, Carol. Why would you think I wouldn't take it seriously?"

"Because that's pretty much what you do. You always make a joke of the situation."

"OK, I'll give you that one, but what else?"

"See, you're doing it already."

"I know, It's just my way to clown around. I'll be serious, I promise."

"It's something sexual."

"Ooooh, now I'm really interested. It's about that young guy you met on line, isn't it?"

"Yes, it's about him."

"This IS juicy," Sarah said rubbing her hands together, but added, "What is it? I'll be serious, I promise. Have you met him?"

"No, not yet, and maybe not ever. OK, I'm not sure exactly how to say this so...he does want to meet but he says all he wants to do is get a blowjob."

"What do you mean, only get a blowjob? What about you?"

"That would be it for me too. What ever pleasure I get from sucking cock is what pleasure I'd get."

"That's pleasure? Having some guy shove his dick in your mouth?"

"You know what I meant. You mean it doesn't excite you to suck cock."

"Not that much!"

"But it does a little..."

"Yes, I admit I like to but I also want something for me."

"Perhaps I could use my fingers on me while I do it to him. I'm sure I'd get myself off."

"You can use your fingers anytime. You don't need a man for that."

"I know. So you think the idea is crazy."

"I didn't say that exactly, just that I don't see what you would get out of it. It seems so unfair. Why do you want to do it?"

"If I knew that, I wouldn't have to ask you. I take it you haven't just given a guy a blowjob and he didn't reciprocate."

"I may have sucked off someone who didn't return the favor at the moment but I knew it would happen later."

"What about a strip show? I hear they let women in the audience suck on them and many do. But the strippers are forbidden from touching the women. How is that any different?"

"I don't know, it just is. It's part of the show, I guess. Those women are probably all plants."

"I doubt they're all plants. I'm sure there are more than a few who are quite willing. You wouldn't let some handsome stud put it into your mouth for a few seconds?"

"I don't know, maybe if all the others were doing it."

"What about wanking him? Surely you'd touch his cock or give it a few tugs."

"Much more likely."

"So what's so different about using your mouth? Same principle."

"I don't know. It sure doesn't sound like the same principle in my head."

"Look, Sarah, I'm not saying I going to do it, just that I've been considering it. It does excite me, though. Remember that boy back at school, the one who held my head on his cock while he came? I just can't seem to forget about him even after all these years. Blaine's requests remind me of him and it always excites me."

Sarah remembered Carol telling her about the boy in question because it was, to her, rather an odd way of becoming excited. The boy was older and Carol fancied him so ardently. He was beautiful and cool, and could have any girl in the school. He had a reputation of taking what he wanted from them.

All of that excited Carol beyond endurance. She knew he would use her, that she'd have to let him have free reign over her with his hands, that she'd have to suck him whenever he wanted - and he'd dump he'd after a few weeks. She knew it wasn't going to last, wasn't going to work - and yet she wanted him so badly. Blaine did remind her of those feelings,

The boy had held her, held her on his cock with his hands - he wasn't the first in her mouth but he was the first to hold her head onto him as he came. They were together for seventeen days. And still Carol remembered him.

"Jeeze Carol, I don't know what to say."

"Just say you'll still be my friend if I decide to do it. Will you? Still be my friend?"

"Of course silly."

~ * ~

Sex on a Train

They still had two full hours of ride ahead of them when a woman of Carol's age, holding an infant, took the seat facing theirs. It quickly became obvious that she was the child's nanny and her glares let us know she highly disapproved of a middle-aged white woman traveling with a young black companion.

"I'm putting you on your hand, Carol," Blaine said as if they were seated alone.

"What does that mean?" she asked even though she knew exactly what it meant because he'd already done it weeks ago. In fact, now, she wasn't even permitted to masturbate at all without his authorization.

"It means you're responsible for your own orgasms."