“Mmmmm, this is gorgeous,” she whispered, stepping a little closer to him.
“Yes,” he said, “you are!” and he dropped the pizza, and closed the gap. He wasn’t a very young man, he was 23 and married, but always on the lookout for a chance, and he wasn’t about to let this one pass by him. He puled her to him and kissed those lips that men drool for. Sarah closed her eyes as they met, ‘what are you doing Sarah, are you fucking mad!’ she chided herself hotly. But it was already too late.
She had made the sideways offer, he was taking her up on it. “Where,” he demanded, it brought Sarah out of her reverie, she mumbled something. he decided what she had said, bedroom. Bending, he picked her up and walked with her tight in his arms to her bedroom. His grip on her gave her untold excitement, it was irresistible. But she also told herself that this had been unnecessary, ‘Pete had been available you know!’
He got on with her and soon she was being ravished by him, one minute she was dressed, the next, both of them were naked, and he rose up. Sarah glanced down and saw the dark skinned weapon about to be fired, it was cocked and ready. ‘My first black!’ she muttered in her head. And then she was impaled by it, the sudden thrust made her tell herself that she was nothing but a dirty slut” Sarah came immediately.
She never even asked the boy his name, he fucked her twice, she came a million times, his dark skin was an aphrodisiac to her. She had always wondered about black men, in this case it wasn’t true, but he was more than capable of giving a girl a great time. But she didn’t feel right either inside, ‘I am a slut, I am!’ she told herself repeatedly.
Over the next three months she collected five telephone numbers of young men, all about the age of twenty. The next one had been from a shop. She had given him the come on, he offered to carry her purchases to her car for her, where she had thanked him admirably. And he had screwed her in the back of her car, it had been thrillingly exciting, looking out of the rear window while being royally screwed on her knees and from behind, whilst taking in the skyline. It was on the top of the deserted multi storey car park, where she now parked in case of picking a guy up.
Another who had come to her home, following her from the gas station where he worked, taking a chance he knew, but she had come on to him. And the risk he had taken paid off because she had spent the afternoon under, over and around him. Another was an Italian waiter from where she liked to have a coffee; she had gone upstairs with him, where he had a small apartment.
But Sarah was becoming disillusioned, not only with what she was doing, and the way she was behaving. But because Ken was away from home so much. She was becoming increasingly frustrated, she complained to him, but he passed it off as a mid life crisis, and told her to get over it. Mark too noticed the change in his mother, and decided to investigate, he knew his mother was up to something, but he was in for a massive shock.