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Chapter Three

Marcus started walking towards the front door, shaking his head.

Sensei Desmond just stood there, absolutely floored by what had happened.

Susie, on the other hand, threw down the mop and went running after her husband.

“Marcus, baby,” she managed to catch him when he was at the front door. “I’m sorry.” She moved to hug him, and he stepped out of reach. “It’s not that I don’t love you, or that I need to be away from you…”

And then she paused.

Looking up with her big, brown eyes, Marcus’s wife then corrected herself. She admitted: “Okay, perhaps it
is
that.”

She shrugged.

“You’re away at work all day. I’m stuck at home.” She sniffed. “I get
bored
. And don’t take this the wrong way, but I kind of want to go out and have my own life… See my own people.” She jerked her thumb towards Sensei Desmond. “And Desmond and I are friends, and I like hanging out with him.”

She shrugged.

“Y’know what? It’s just kind of nice – going out, spending a few hours with somebody else. And because I’m mopping the floors, I don’t feel like it’s an obligation. It’s just
easy
.”

Marcus paused in the doorway.

Then he shrugged.

“I get it,” he admitted. Then he moved forward and wrapped his arms around his wife. “In fact, I kind of suspected something like that.” He kissed her. “I know I’m not the easiest person to hang out with
all the time
, so if you need this?” He shrugged. “I’m cool with it.”

And then he paused.

“But I meant it about the floors back home. I don’t want to come in here and see these mats shining, while ours are so dirty the cat gets stick to them every time she jumps off the counter.”

Susie snorted with laughter.

“Okay, well, I’ll work on that.”

And then Marcus looked up.

Sensei Desmond was standing in the doorway, looking intensely relieved that Marcus and Susie had apparently repaired their marriage.

But Marcus wasn’t done with the handsome black guy yet.

“And
you
!” He snapped, smiling as he pointed an accusing finger at the karate instructor. “I expect better from you. If you’re going to give my wife free fitness lessons, the
least
you should have extorted out of her is a blowjob.”

And then, laughing, Marcus leaned down and kissed his wife on the cheek.

“Have fun mopping the floors. I’m going home to bed. I’ve got to be in the city early tomorrow.”

And then he was gone; the sound of his vintage Cadillac roaring off into the distance.

Susie laughed, and shook her head.

She turned around to Sensei Desmond and said: “I’m
so
sorry about that.”

Desmond laughed, his chuckle deep and rich.

“Don’t worry about it, hun. Your husband had every right to be suspicious. I’m pleased we were able to put his mind at ease.”

“Well, he actually seemed even
more
mad than if we
had
been fooling around,” she shook her head. “Men’s psychology is really fucked up.”

“Ha!” Desmond laughed. “It’s because he thinks you’re a sex goddess. He doesn’t understand why any man would have you mopping the floors when there are other services you could be providing instead.” He narrowed his eyes. “I mean, your husband’s right. You’re far too pretty and sexy to be a cleaning lady.”

Susie blushed.

“Oh, stop, you.”

And then Sensei Desmond pushed his luck.

“Well, y’know… Since he’s so unhappy about the cleaning thing… Maybe we
should
take his suggestion.” And as he said that, he reached down the elasticated front of his
karategi
pants and pulled out his cock.

Chapter Four

Susie gasped.

Desmond’s half-hard dick fell more than half-way to his knee. It was meaty, and veiny, and black – and almost as long and thick as her entire forearm.

Immediately, her panties were soaked.

“B-bradley,” Susie stammered, standing in the doorway watching her handsome friend start to stroke his big, black cock. It was getting engorged with blood – standing to attention eagerly. “B-bradley,
this isn’t right
.”

“Shit, it was your
husband’s suggestion
,” Desmond explained, eyes flashing. “I mean, you heard the man. In return for those free lessons you wanted, I should use you for what nature intended – and that s
ure as shit isn’t mopping floors!
”

His cock was fully-hard now, and he was stroking it eagerly.

Susie stood there for a second, with her mouth dry and her panties moist.

It didn’t take her long to decide.

“O-okay,” she gulped. “I mean, I suppose that’s what Marcus was
kind of
implying.” She knew, of course, that he’d implied
no such thing
. “But if we’re going to do this, we have to lay down some
guidelines
.”

“Like what?” Desmond laughed. “You slap twice if you need to come up for air? That kind of thing?”

Susie snorted.

“No, you pig. The
arrangement
.” She rolled her eyes. “I was going to volunteer nine hours a week in return for those lessons. I think a
blowjob
would cover a whole month’s worth.”

Sensei Desmond’s eyes flashed. He grinned.

“Well, I don’t know about
that
. I think maybe once a week would be fair.”

“Once a week?” Susie cocked her hips sassily. “Honey, you just wait until you’ve seen what I can do with my mouth. You’ll think you’re getting a bargain.”

The big man laughed uproariously.

“Okay, okay. How about twice a month. A bimonthly blowjob. Sound fair?”

Susie didn’t know. All she was aware of was that her pussy was throbbing insistently, and her mouth was watering at the thought of wrapping her lips around that magnificent, black dick.

“O-okay,” she nodded. “That sounds fair.” And then she looked over her shoulder, and saw that standing in the lobby of the karate school meant that anybody in the parking lot would have been able to look through the glass windows and see Sensei Desmond standing there, with his hard dick sticking out.

“Ahem,” she pointed to the doorway. “Maybe we should take this to the dojo.” She giggled. “It would be free advertising for anybody looking in through the window – but possibly not the sort of free advertising you want!”

Desmond laughed. Snapping his pants elastic back over his hard-on, he grabbed Susie’s hand and pulled her through the doorway.

A moment later, they were standing on the squishy padded mats in the dojo, in front of a wall of shatter-proof mirrors.

“Okay, sweetheart,” Sensei Desmond grinned, pulling down his pants and letting his still half-hard cock flop out, “where were we?”

Susie turned to him and giggled.

“Well,” she said, dropping to her knees in front of the handsome karate instructor, “I guess I better get to work.”

Chapter Five

Susie found herself kneeling down on the soft padded mats, in front of Desmond’s huge cock. It literally radiated warmth, and she drank in the musk as she took a deep breath to prepare herself.

She lifted her small hands, and her slender white fingers curled around his big, black shaft. She giggled as she felt it throb and swell as she struggled to close her fingers around it.

“Y’know, I’ve seen the outline of this through your karategi pants so many times while we were taking class.” She bit her bottom lip. “I always wondered if it would measure up in the flesh.”

“Well?” Desmond asked, peering down at the pretty housewife stroking his cock. “Does it?”

Susie licked her lips: “Oh, it
more
than measures up.”

And then she started planting kisses up and down the enormous shaft.

Sensei Desmond threw back his head and groaned as he felt her lips against his hard-on. He stretched one hand down and slithered his thick, black fingers through Susie’s hair, and helped guide her head as she kissed, and then
licked
his big, black cock.

“That’s fucking
amazing
,” he groaned, and Susie giggled again, before ducking her head and running her tongue over his heavy, egg-sized balls. “
Fuuuuck
.”

Susie’s head reeled. Her nostrils were filled with his musky, manly scent. Her tongue tasted the delicious salt of Desmond’s skin. She licked luxuriously, swimming in the sensation, tonguing his balls and then slathering her tongue all the way up his shaft – inch after inch – until Desmond’s big, thick dick was glistening with saliva.

And then she opened her mouth wide, and engulfed the swollen head of his cock.

“Fuuuuck,” Desmond groaned, knees nearly buckling as he felt the warm, wet, delicious sensation of Susie’s mouth on his dick.

“Mmmmph,” Susie said, her voice unintelligible. Not that Desmond was listening. He was moaning at the delicious sensation of Susie’s tongue swirling around the head of his cock, and her mouth swallowing more and more of him.

“Oh, Jesus,” he groaned, fingers tightening in her hair. “You were right. I’m getting a
bargain
.” His knees nearly buckled again. “You suck dick like a fucking
pornstar
, baby.”

Susie giggled, her mouth full of cock.

Pulling Desmond’s dick from between her lips, Susie fluttered her eyelashes and said: “Worth more than having to do this
twice a month
?”

Desmond smirked, and tightened his fist in Susie’s hair. Grabbing her head, he maneuvered her mouth back onto his dick.

“A deal’s a deal, honey,” he grinned.

For a long few moments, the only sound echoing around the dojo was the wet slurping of Susie’s hot mouth on Desmond’s cock, and his earnest moans and groans.

Susie was worshipping his big dick, caressing and massaging Desmond’s heavy balls with one hand, and stroking the base of his shaft with the other. All the while, she bobbed her head on the big, black cock, and licked and sucked, and slurped and moaned and groaned with little, muffled grunts of pleasure.

“Oh, fuuuck,” finally Desmond used Susie’s hair to pull her mouth from his cock. His dick left her mouth with an audible ‘pop’, and she looked up with strings of saliva stretching from his glistening shaft to her swollen lips.

“I gotta fuck you,” Desmond groaned, looking down into Susie’s big, brown eyes.

“That wasn’t part of the deal,” Susie giggled, using her saliva as lubrication as she stroked up and down on Desmond’s massive shaft.

“I don’t care. I’ll give you a month free…
Six
months free. Whatever. Just get your pants off.”

Susie giggled.

“It’s a deal.”

Chapter Six

Susie released Desmond’s cock, and clambered up to her feet. Hooking her thumbs into her sweat pants, she pulled them off easily – taking with them her panties, until she was standing there in her hoody and socks, with her deliciously plump rump and thick thighs bare to the world.

“Fuuuck,” Desmond groaned, mouth-watering. “You’re fucking
gorgeous
.”

“Okay,” Susie grinned, throwing her sweat pants and panties over her shoulder. “Where do you want me?”

Desmond growled, and practically scooped Susie up into his arms. Both hands wrapped around her, taking a bare ass-cheek in each palm, he physically lifted her up, and pressed his lips hard against hers.

They made out like that, the towering black man holding her aloft, for what seemed like forever. Susie was in heaven. Desmond’s soft, thick lips writhed deliciously against hers, and his hands on her ass were delicious close to the entrance to her pussy.

Which was soaking, by the way.

Making things even more intense was Desmond’s erection, poking straight up – and actually brushing against the entrance to her cunt.

Susie moaned, knowing that if Desmond lowered her just a few inches, she’d sink straight onto that big, thick, delicious cock of his.

But apparently he had other plans.

With a snarl, the enormous black man threw Susie onto a stack of padded mats and spread her legs. A moment later, he was on top of her, pinning her down, and sliding between her thighs.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he groaned, grabbing the base of his cock, and positioning it at the entrance to her glistening pussy. Susie moaned. She needed him.

“W-wait,” she struggled, holding him by his hips to prevent the thrust that she
knew
would impale her. “D-do you have protection?”

“Protection?”

“Yeah,” Susie moaned needfully. “You know.”

“I’ve got a .38 under the front desk, if that’s what you mean.”

“N-no,” Susie rolled her eyes, struggling not to lift her hips and impale herself on his beautiful cock. “A c-condom.” She squirmed needfully. “Unnngh. I’m not on the pill.”

Desmond grinned hungrily.

“Honey, believe it or not I didn’t expect to get laid tonight,” he nuzzled the head of his cock between the lips of Susie’s pussy. “I sure as hell didn’t think ahead to bring a rubber.”

Susie felt his big cock slithering up and down between the lips of her pussy, rubbing against her clitoris. She moaned hotly.

“O-okay,” she groaned. “B-but you have to pull out before you cum. You promise?”

“Uh huh.”

She punched him, hard.

“You
promise
?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Desmond nodded, and thrust his hips forward.

Susie arched back and cried out, as she felt Desmond’s thick, throbbing cock sink effortlessly inside her.