[Kolt48]

I have had some time and have been rather horny lately, so I choose to write. It seems to work, in lue of a good, hard, rough fuck. I hope you find it enjoyable.



Carla was a very statuesque and buxom blonde. She had dated Darren for years and became smitten with him. She had always longed for the day of his proposal, instead she had received a painful shock to her dreams. Darren was done with her. He explained that he had found another, and that he had been tired of Carla's constant flirts with other men. Yes, while Carla did love Darren, she did like to flirt with her black friends. However, Darren disdained the whole black and white experience.

'What is wrong with loving someone but still having a little black cock on the side?' she thought.

Love was a different thing to her, and it had nothing to do with commitment. It was more of an ownership thing, and Darren had both the good looks and money to make her the envy of everyone at work. Now this other girl; This girl was throwing a wrench in her plans. To make matters worse, only two months after the break-up, Darren announced his engagement to this witch. Carla was furious and vowed revenge. She had to find out who this other girl was.

To Carla's horror, the new fiancee was a young girl from her office: Crissy. At 25, the girl was 3 years younger than her. She was a short girl, only about 5' 4, and had one of those cute, little apple-shaped asses. Her brunette hair was short, and she had that little girl voice that made her seem 18 or 19. You would never had guessed her age, if she hadn't possessed a nice, firm set of breasts that matched quite well with her shapely ass.

Carla was fuming. Crissy constantly went on and on about her new fiance. She stressed that she had been a virgin, saving herself for the perfect man like Darren. They were going to fly to the Maldives and get married on some exotic beach; Just like the romance novels.

Carla had enough and began to get close to Carla, while plotting her sweet revenge. She phoned her two part-time, black lovers; Darrell and Cliff, to enticing them in to her plan. They were both ex semi-pro, football players that dabbled in the submission of white women. Another phone call she made next, was to a doctor friend.

"I have just what you need,' he explained, 'Two drugs. One is a powerful fertility drug, the other works like GHB. While the patient will be able to feel everything, her motor skills will be diminished and her memory foggy. She won't be able to piece together enough to press charges afterward. She could easily be convinced that it was her own doing."

"What's it going to cost me?" Carla asked.

"I only ask one thing, Darling,' he replied, 'A copy of the whole thing on HD."

"Well, Dr. Perversion, that I can do. I'll even throw in a blowjob on my next check up," she said.

"I would expect no less from you, my dear Carla. I'll drive by after work and drop it in your mail box."

Carla soon found her sex burning with arousal, as she developed her scheme. Now, she just needed a time, place, and a little convincing of her innocent pawn.

She caught Crissy at lunch the next day.

"I know you haven't really had a bachelorette party, so why don't you come by my house on Friday night? I will cook dinner. We can have a small celebration."

"I don't know, Carla,' Crissy said, ' I don't really drink, and I know you and Darren used to have a thing?"

"Oh, that's water under the bridge, Girl. I'm happy for you. I would enjoy celebrating his happiness. We'll just have a few glasses of wine. It'll be good for you. I can show you Darren's favorite wine. You can impress him with your knowledge. I can get you a bottle for your wedding night," Carla said, forcing her best smile.

"That would make it perfect," Crissy replied. "OK, you convinced me. I'll be there."

"8:00 then," Carla said, smiling for real this time.

When Friday came, and Crissy arrived at Carla's, there were already two other vehicles in the driveway.

'I wonder who that may be,' she thought, 'I thought it was just going to be the two of us.'

Ringing the doorbell; Crissy was greeted by Carla. Carla was dressed in a beautiful, long, red evening gown. It followed all of her curves. The long neckline showcasing her large, ample breasts.

"Come in," Carla said moving aside.

There were two large black men sitting in the living room; One was seated on the sofa and another in the recliner. They were both handsome but gave Crissy an uneasy feeling.

"I can leave if I'm disturbing something," Crissy said.

"Oh no, Honey,' Carla explained, 'These are two good friends of mine; Darrell and Cliff. They just happened to stop by, so I invited them to stay for dinner. You don't mind do you, Crissy? They are quite the conservationists."

Crissy had never been around black men much, and thought it odd that Carla had some black, male friends. She didn't know what to say.

"I...I...Sure I don't mind," Crissy said with some hesitation.

"Good, come to the dining room," Carla said, leading the way.

The two large black men followed closely behind, watching the sway of the two gorgeous backsides.

Crissy felt a little under-dressed. Both the black men and Carla were elegantly attired, while she wore her favorite, knee length, light gray skirt, and light blue, button-up, short-sleeve blouse.

There were already 4 places set at the table. Crissy was positioned at the head, with Carla to her right, Darrell to her left, with Cliff across from her. 4 glasses of red wine had been pre-filled, and the bottle sat next to a large platter of shrimp scampi and Italian bread; Her favorite. Crissy was unaware of the small, hidden camera, pointing down at her from the chandelier.

The meal was good, and the wine, smooth and sweet. The men discussed their football experiences and worldly travels. The stories were amusing, and Crissy had downed 3 or 4 glasses before realizing it. The finished plates were picked up and moved away. Crissy found her eyes drawn to her red reflection in the wine. Her eyes were hazy; The pupils dilated. She began to slightly sway. Looking up, the room was turning in a slow spin. Carla's voice came at her from a distance. It seemed to echo between her ears. At the same time, She noticed, while not numb, her arms and legs tingled.

"Are you OK, Crissy?" Carla inquired.

"I feel strange,' Crissy replied, 'Must have had too much w...wine."

"You look hot," Carla said, getting up and moving behind Crissy's chair. Her fingers went around Crissy's torso and began to release the buttons of her blouse. "Let's open this up and let you breath, Honey."

"N...no...d...don't," Crissy weakly spoke. She tried to lift her hands up, but found them also weak. Carla easily slapped them down, continuing to release the buttons and open up Crissy's blouse.

Spreading the shirt open, the men got a preview of Crissy's firm breasts. They were encased in a soft, light blue bra. One at a time, Carla reached under the bra's wire, and pushing the top of it down, she lifted out a creamy breast. The areolas were large and each one tipped with a perfect, taut, pink nipple. Carla ran the surface of her thumb over them, feeling them spring back at her touch.

"W...what are you doing?" Crissy slurred.

Carla had shifted to her knees beside Crissy and was increasing the pressure of her nipple massage.

"This," Carla replied, leaning forward and capturing both the large areola and Crissy's nipple in her open lips. She painfully sucked the tip to hardness. "Does Darren like your breasts, Crissy?" Her mouth left the one breast, then shifted to the other, giving it the same attention.

"Y...yes...Stop, Carla. Don't," Crissy pleaded, trying to push the woman away.

Carla stood back up and began pulling off Crissy's shirt and bra, discarding it on the dining room floor. Then she got in idea and picked the blouse back up. Using it like a rope, she pulled Crissy's hands behind the chair and tied her arms at the elbows.

"What are you doing, Carla? We're friends," Crissy said.

Reaching back, Carla swung the back of her hand at Crissy's face. She delivered a harsh blow to the girl's cheek, drawing a trickle of blood from the corner of her lip. It almost tipped the chair over.

"Friend? You man-stealing Bitch! I'm not your damn friend! I'm your worse nightmare, and I'm going to see that you pay." Carla screamed in fury.

"Look, I'm sorry, Carla, but Darren doesn't love you. He loves me. We were meant for each other," Crissy tried to explain between tears.

"Well, isn't that sweet,' Carla replied, 'He won't love you when I'm through with you."

"Whatever your going to do, please don't. I did not mean to hurt you," Crissy continued to plead.

"Too bad, Cunt, because I mean to hurt you,"

"W...what are you going to do?" Crissy fearfully asked.

"Me?' Carla said, 'Not just me, but me and the boys are going to see that you are well fucked, and filled to the brim with cum."

"Oh God, No! You can't! Please, I'm a virgin." Crissy cried, powerlessly struggling in her bonds.

Carla turned to the men. "See, I told you she was."

The men smiled; Their white teeth shining, then they began to remove their clothes.