"I’m Gonna Take Care Of You…"

"Em...baby."

Carrie wasted no time reaching between her legs to aim his fat wet cock into her engorged, wet, pussy. He penetrated her with ease and she responded with a more high pitched girly squeal than any noise she'd made so far as she descended upon his full length. He filled her well, sliding between her lips exquisitely and releasing a tidal wave of endorphins which rippled throughout her body. She began that familiar bop, gyrating upon him with greedy intent. Beneath her, Joel was a prisoner of her will; a living hard-on who'd been reduced to this one sole purpose. She'd come to him on instruction to ease his suffering; but now the moment was hers to control for her own pleasure. His hands naturally found their way to her hips and held her as she rode him, gripping her big ass hungrily. Despite his condition, his face was full of pained pleasure and his voice uncontrollable as she fucked him. She took on her natural stance of holding her hair behind her head with one had and smoothing her palm over her soft belly with the other as she rocked her groin back and forth on his cock, savouring the unspeakable pleasure of their bodies melding.

Joel remained in a questionable state of consciousness. Occasionally he would open his eyes but they didn't make contact with hers and didn't seem to properly connect with his surroundings or his feelings or events. It was when Carrie mixed things up by circling her hips in his lap that things changed. His eyes opened and this time something did connect. He whipped his head round to meet her eyes dead on. When he realised what was happening his eyes bolted wide open and his breath stopped.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" he shouted with a jolt of his whole body. His eyes were panicked and seared into her own.

Carrie was determined that nothing would stop the momentum. "It's ok," she said firmly to reassure him. "It's ok! I'm gonna take care of you." She said this without breaking her rhythm. She slowed a little and leant forward into him and held his face as she spoke, manoeuvring her weight upon him so he had less opportunity to struggle. "I'm gonna take care of you. Emily said - she said to take care of you." With that she thrusted her lips upon his and her tongue into his mouth. It connected with his but he was unresponsive. Carrie leant further forward bringing her vagina up so it held just the raging tip of his cock in a teasing manner. Then she broke away from the kiss and easily smothered his face with her large tits, the long necklace bouncing between.

Joel was struggling with his situation. The last thing he remembered was climbing into bed after showering, feeling exhausted and still with a delicate stomach. Since then he'd not been properly conscious. His body had been reacting physiologically to Carrie's stimulation, but mentally he'd only registered any of it in a dream like state. To suddenly be dragged out of that state and thrust into all the sensations of his current consciousness was a shock to say the least. This was a guy who took sometimes many minutes to remember who he was and where he was when waking on a normal day. Now his mind put the pieces together and went tumbling into the reality of what was happening "Emily said..." Emily. Carrie - Carrie was fucking him. CARRIE WAS FUCKING HIM!

A nipple made contact with his tongue and Carrie-completely in control of the situation-found a way to pull him upright with her and hugged his face onto her nipple. His mouth opened wide to accept as much of her large breast as it could contain. "That's it, suck me! Fucking suck me!" she encouraged, pushing his mouth and her nipple together as if her breast contained some kind of magic serum. She observed his mouth on her nipple go from stunned inaction through acceptance to sucking her sexy big tits like a filthy fucking pervert. His hands found their way around her waist and down to her big ass where they gripped her with real possessiveness for the first time. In response she lifted her groin and slammed it down on him with a loud and unladylike grunt to show him that she meant business and that it was good that he was onboard because one way or another this train was leaving the station.

Her necklace jangled between them as her silky wet cunt stroked up and down the nerves of his cock with a deep sensuality that seemed to reach inside of him and charge his life force. Gone were any feelings of illness; or they were simply overwhelmed by the sensation of this sexy black girl fucking him. As his face hedonistically waded between her tits with his mouth open and his tongue out he found he didn't really care which.

Carrie moved her fucking up a gear, riding him like the whore her father would no doubt accuse her of being if he knew she was fucking some random white guy. She grabbed one of his hands from her ass and moved it up to her breasts, her eyes demanding that he grab and grope to his and her heart's content. Joel was euphoric beneath her, his pleasure senses being massaged towards the ultimate end. He took in the sight of Carrie on top of him, admiring the dark brown of her skin tone and the contours of her weighty figure. He couldn't help but compare her to Emily: both of them meaty girls with soft sensual bodies that they clearly knew how to utilise the power of. Carrie was built larger: taller and broader without losing an ounce of the femininity that Emily possessed. What a thing to wake up underneath her, to be used for her pleasure.

Something changed within Carrie then. Her pace altered into something slower and broader, mixing up that hip circulation with a grind against his groin. She seemed to have located his dick into a sweet spot in her vagina and focused her movements upon it. At the same time she brought a hand to her clit and began to rub her digits against it with increasing vigour. Her mouth closed tightly-lips sucking inwards-whilst her eyes leaped from wide open to squeezed shut. Joel admired her body as she started to lean backwards, pushing her vagina forwards so that his dick was all the way into the hilt. Joel couldn't help but follow her, lifting his body to meet hers. He held her back with both hands, planted his mouth back on her nipple and started to suck; his tongue worming around the stud of her nipple as the necklace hung around his face. This made her exhale in stimulated shock; a loud "Aaaah!" which told him to keep going. Seconds later Carrie's hand went into overdrive and beat her clit at a machine gun pace. Her face looked like she was trying to pull a thorn out of her skin, sweat covering her all over, her voice pained and holding breath. She crested, throwing her head back to breathlessly choke her orgasm out towards the ceiling. Her orgasm was like a demon and she exorcised it finally with one last pained gasp and then exhaled outwards. She let go of her pussy and let her arms come to rest on Joel's shoulders, breaking the spell of his feeding on her nipple. Her mouth leaned into his and kissed - a triumphant kiss of satisfaction. The balance between them shifted and he fell to his back, her weight perpendicular upon him again as he surrendered.

Her hips took up the rhythm once again, rocking back and forth on his impossibly hard cock. They continued to kiss for a moment or two but then Carrie bolted upright. She had a promise to keep. She put her hands in her big bouncy hair as she rode his dick, savouring the leftover sensations of her orgasm and displaying her womanly shape in all its glory. Joel's face told her that he knew what she already knew: that her vagina would be sopping wet and warm since the orgasm. He wouldn't be able to resist this for long. She slammed harder with her hips, a dirty look on her face that as good as demanded his ejaculation. She grabbed his hands and brought one back to her hips and the other to her breast. She made smutty noises of pleasure as he groped at her and her pussy devoured him. "Oh fuck, oh fuck yeh, oh fuck, fuck fuck," she as good as sneered.

Their genitals were a hot mess of wetness now, their flesh melding into a shared section of anatomy. Joel's face went red at the pleasure of her body as he held her at the hips and clung on for dear life. He convulsed suddenly, jolting upright like he'd been electrocuted only to fall back immediately. It was happening.

"Cum in me," she said with a slow emphasis on the C and savouring all three syllables in her mouth. "Cum inside my hot little pussy." Her voice took on the demeanour of a sulky child; a spoilt brat demanding dinner. "Cum in me! Emily wants you to. She wants you to fuck me and cum in me and use me and ruin me. I want you to cum in me. Cum in me. Cum in me. Cum in me..."

Joel was helpless to do anything other than the order she chanted. There was no escape from her beautiful body as he writhed and convulsed beneath her. He yelled out his pleasure, wordless cries of meaningless hysteria as he emptied himself inside her. Carrie's face turned wide-eyed once he'd given her all of it. Then she changed to a satisfied smile, wriggling in his lap to finish the deed. She shifted her balance to one knee and raised her hips slowly, touching her pubic region with her fingertips gently. She stared down in between her legs like a curious child and watched as his cock fell free of her and his semen began to ooze out and fall all over it. Joel watched this unexpected and lurid act with curiosity. She caught him watching. "I like to see it," she explained.

Her legs were weak now. She let the last drop of semen fall and then dismounted him finally, lying down beside him to catch her breath. Joel looked for something to clean up with but Carrie just pulled him towards her saying she didn't care and she liked to feel it. Even cleansed by orgasm, he found her skin euphoric to the touch. She was so thick, fragrant and meaty and holding her body to his was the ultimate in comfort. They were both sweaty and breathless as they lay in silence for a few minutes. Joel broke the ice by speaking first.

"Thank you for that. I was having the worst day ever."

"How are you feeling?"

"Jesus, more exhausted than ever."

"You need more rest," she said, running her fingers through his hair again.

They both dozed for a short time, Carrie in a more upright position against the headrest while Joel clung to her body below. When they roused she asked if he was hungry and though he was still worried how his stomach would react, it had been empty for so many hours that he decided to risk it. Carrie rose from the bed and Joel watched her walk to the foot of the bed naked and fetch her robe from the floor. God fucking damn! What a beautiful body. She put the robe on, threw him a hand towel and left the room telling him to feel free to put Netflix on and gesturing to the tv on the wall opposite the bed. Joel towelled off his mid region as he scrolled through options on the screen using a remote on the bedside table. Carrie returned ten minutes or so later carrying a tray with a warm bowl full of some kind of rice dish. It was delicious: fried rice with vegetables, coriander, lime, shredded pork and smoky seasoning. It came accompanied with an icy glass of ginger beer. As he ate, Carrie showered lightly for a few minutes in the bathroom adjacent. When she returned she switched a lamp on beside the bed before sitting beside him, leaning in affectionately.

"Did you make this?" Joel asked through a mouthful. Carrie nodded casually. "This is fucking great!" It was finished off in no time at all and Joel felt much better for having risked it.

He heard rain on the window. The curtains were closed but he could tell it was getting dark out. "Can we stay in bed for the rest of the night?" Joel asked. Despite feeling improved, he didn't want to leave and this felt like the least pathetic way of asking to stay the night. Carrie answered with a big smile and a nod.

"I promised I'd take care of you."

"That you have done. I hope you had fun too," he said genuinely, nodding towards her body.

"I did,"

"How long after you got started did I wake up?"

"A while. Do you remember any of it?"

"Sort of. Not really, I guess. I was pretty out of it. Like, I could feel something - I could feel the pleasure. But it only registered as a dreamlike kinda thing."

Carrie made a show of folding her arms with a whole heap of sass and a side nod of the head: "are you telling me you don't remember me sucking your dick?"

"Fuck! Are you serious?"

"Chance of a lifetime, honey!" she said with two snaps, "You missed out." Joel's eyes rolled into the back of his head. The absolute torture of knowing that this experience had been robbed of him by this horrible illness that had truly destroyed his day. "You look even more shocked than earlier."

"I'm sorry I reacted like that when I woke up. It was just a surprise is all."

"It's ok," she said with a shrug. "I guess I should be apologising for starting without...you know..."

Joel scoffed. "You're kidding aren't ya? Emily never waits for permission. I can't count the times I've woken up to her hand or her mouth on my dick. She'll grab my cock randomly in restaurants, bars - anywhere the mood takes her. I love being taken advantage of."

Carrie smiled and pressed herself closer to him. "I did have Emily's permission, if that makes it any better." Joel laughed; the woman controlled everything.

"Well, it was wonderful, thank you. You've been wonderful to me."

They lay in front of the tv for a while, happily saying nothing and watching the world go dark outside. Joel cozied up to her more and more, resting his head on her chest and wrapping his arms around her waist. Over time he began roaming with his hands, feeling the silk of the robe first and then smoothing his hands up and down her body while she kept a hand in his hair and occasionally kissed his scalp. He ran a finger along her frame and down over her knee, back up across her torso and down to her other knee. It gave Carrie a stimulating tickle. She liked that he was paying attention to her details.

"You look beautiful in this robe."

"I know," she responded casually as she threw an arm behind her head.

He looked up at her and they shared a smile. Then he returned his head to resting on her chest and slowly brought his hand back up to her midriff. He used a single fingertip to part the robe and reveal her lower belly and her naked groin. Carrie watched his motion and noticed how similar it was to how she undressed herself in front of him earlier. The robe open, he admired her: the shape of her hips, her soft belly and the way her black pubic hair darkened the already dark brown skin of her vagina. He smoothed his palm slowly over her belly, around her ass, across and between her thighs and brought it to rest against her pussy. Joel watched her belly dip as she skipped a breath. He massaged the top of her vagina with the heel of his palm and kept two fingers flat to her opening. Carrie's legs began to writhe. He leaned down and placed his lips on her lower belly and kissed gently; then worked his way up slowly with soft kisses: first her navel, then above (he kissed the necklace as he passed it) all the way way to her chest. The robe still met in the middle there but he pulled it open with his teeth and then marvelled at her lounging curvaceous body. They held each others gaze for a few seconds and then he leaned in and they kissed.

Strangely, it felt like the first kiss; despite the fact she fucked his brains out an hour or two ago. He replaced his hand between her legs as they kissed and Carrie curled her body into him in response to the kiss and the stimulation. Now her scent was in his face, the sound of her voice escaping as breath exchanged in close proximity. The kiss lingered. Carrie uttered tiny moans of pleasure and squeezed his hand between her thighs as their tongues lapped against each other with building passion. Her arm remained luxuriously behind her head the whole time, playing up to that Cleopatra feeling: kiss me, slave.

Her lips were irresistible, magnetic, intoxicating; her tongue a haze inducing opioid that he sucked on like a bee on a spoon of sugar water. In his hands her body was warm, firm and squishy all at once, infinitely tactile and responsive to his touch. Whilst it was horny as hell to be set upon in his sleep by sexy strangers under instruction from his sort-of girlfriend; here was the age-old act of discovering the intimate physical knowledge of someone for the first time. It was a sensory overload; full of energy and possibility and unknowns. There had been little conversation since the first time; but it was enough to solidify a higher sense of intimacy than when he'd simply walked into her bedroom and fallen asleep. Food and chat - for some it was love.

The kiss broke finally and Joel pulled away to stare her in the eyes. She gave back a glazed-over, sultry stare of half-smiling, half perverted sneer. Their bodies unconsciously negotiated for them; Carrie's legs opening naturally and Joel locating his body between them. He planted hands either side of her and leaned back in for another kiss: not much more than tongue tips meeting followed by him licking and biting her big bottom lip. Now he retraced his journey back down her body; light kisses at all the important landmarks: her neck, her chest. He stopped at her breasts and spent time properly licking and sucking them; running his tongue all around their circular contours and feeling the meatiness of each one in his mouth as he sucked, licked and groped. Carrie fucking loved it! She writhed beneath him, opened her legs further and moaned with the pleasure of his tongue.

Joel carried on his pilgrimage to the holy land, kissing all the way around her soft belly and her side contours. When the time came he used her legs to pull her body down and position her flat against the bed. She gave no struggle and happily pulled her legs up to give him the best access to satisfy them both. Joel, unaccustomed somewhat, took time to admire her black pussy. The pubic hair again, jet black against the dark brown skin, her inner thighs somewhat paler, her labia a brownish red - engorged with her excitement. He kissed lightly around it. First the pubic mound: a deliberately thick yet narrow strip of black curls. Then her thick and meaty thighs. He bit down on these lustfully, licking all around and brushing past her pussy teasingly as he spun his head between them. He made a wet patch on her left thigh and then traced a short line from there all the way across to her pussy lips and sunk his tongue in until his mouth sealed over. There he feasted.

Carrie let out a lyrical cry of ecstasy, like she'd heard a fascinating end to a long story. It was prolonged and ebbed and flowed in sync with his licking. He kissed the insides of her like he kissed her mouth moments ago. He saw no difference. The strokes of his tongue were long and wet and showed a devotion to her pleasure. He mined her wetness, nodding his head slowly up and down, spreading her juiciness out around her clit and even daring to shove his tongue down towards her asshole. He took his time; not once allowing himself to get carried away and staying focused on the things her body reacted strongly to.

Carrie found a moment to look down at him, only his closed eyes and the top of his nose were visible as he licked her. Good boy, she thought and put her hand in his hair again, combing through and tickling his scalp with affection. What a wonderful boy.

Now it was her turn to sound pathetic. She started to moan loudly, her voice crossing octaves to express her pleasure. The stimulation pushed her body into an arch which peaked in her neck, pushing her throat upwards and her head back. Remembering Emily's trick, she lifted her legs to expose her groin more fully. This opened her out like a flower, allowing his curiosity to be indulged. He pulled back to study her properly, kissing and licking her full lips and toying with her labia. Carrie both saw and felt that he was distracted. "You wanna see properly?" she asked, and without waiting for an answer she placed her fingers on each side of her lips and gently pulled them apart. Joel was equal parts fascinated and ragingly horny. Her pinkness was accentuated by the gorgeous honey'd brown of her pubic region. Joel wanted to eat it all up like some delicious sweet treat; a chocolate doughnut with a strawberry centre. The clit sat throbbing in front of his face and he lapped at it like it was an ice cream that might melt any second. Lips, clit, thighs, asshole and insides - he threw his face all over, smothering his tongue across and inside each one. Carrie meanwhile continued to weep pleasure as she watched him feast.