Turning Contest: A Kismet Encounter

Fate.

Crystal preferred the word kismet: meaning destiny, fate.

After her double turn teen score that gave her the lead she was riding a high, and even before she had a chance to become concerned about when the next turn would occur, a turn literally popped up right in front of her... KISMET!

A little thirsty after her playtime with the two teens, she stopped a few blocks from home at a Starbucks to get a chilled latte.

Crystal had been standing in line for a minute or two and getting a little annoyed the line was so long, when she recognized the woman standing immediately in front of her.

Her daughter Kassandra's grade three teacher.

A sweetheart of a woman.

Crystal tapped her shoulder and when the teacher turned around she asked, "You're Mrs. Kaminski, am I right?"

Pam Kaminski had been in her own world, wondering what she should have for supper since her husband was gone fishing for the weekend, when she was tapped from behind. She turned around to see a pretty black woman who apparently knew her. She hated that. Didn't hate talking to someone... no... she hated when she didn't recognize someone but they knew her. Definitely one of the awkward moments every teacher of much local experience had to deal with. Teaching grade three, many of her students looked completely different five, ten, twenty years later... and parents often assumed she should recognize them and remember their child... something that the longer she taught she was getting worse and worse at. She managed a friendly smile and replied, "Yes, I am."

Crystal knew the teacher wouldn't have a hope of knowing who she was. She had her own long experience of being a professor and often needing to relate to people who assumed she should know them. So she introduced herself. "You taught my daughter Kassandra quite a few years ago, Kassandra Watson. My name is Crystal Watson."

Pam instantly recalled the student, an unchanged name easier to recall than a changed face, "Oh yes, what grade is she in now?"

"She's a senior in high school," Crystal answered, still thinking it was crazy she'd be graduating so soon.

"Wow, the years fly by," Pam said, thinking that meant it had been almost a decade since she'd taught her.

"Tell me about it," Crystal smiled, checking out the sexy teacher. She'd considered seducing her during a parent-teacher interview years ago but had resisted the temptation for her innocent daughter's sake. These days her far from innocent daughter would love having her own teacher pet. She continued, "So are you still teaching little rug rats?"

"Yeah," Pam nodded with a smile, recalling vaguely that Kassandra's mother was a professor, "and with only a few years until retirement. I can't quit now."

"I could never do your job," Crystal said, wanting to let her know she was an educator too, "I can barely hold back my contempt for some of my college students."

"And I could never do yours," Pam countered, thinking even the grade six students were too old and ignorant for her. Grade three children were, for the most part, very sweet and respectful.

"Each to their own," Crystal laughed playfully.

"So what is Kassandra thinking of doing next year?" Pam asked, being friendly.

"It's psychology this week," Crystal said, her daughter changing her mind every week or two, it seemed.

"Yikes," Pam laughed.

"I know," Crystal said. "She's always trying to analyze me."

"Double yikes," Pam laughed again.

Crystal was already sizing up the teacher as her next turn. She was ripe for the plucking, and perhaps even for a nice fucking. Her strap-on likely had cobwebs on it, it being used so rarely. "Tell me about it. This may sound strange, but what are you doing for dinner tonight?" Before Pam could answer she added a lie, "I've been considering going into administration, and I'd love to chat about your experiences."

Pam was surprised by the invitation. She answered, thinking having dinner with someone was a lot more appealing than eating alone, "I was just wondering a minute ago what I should make for supper. My husband's off fishing, so I'm spending tonight alone."

"Then let me decide the menu for you," Crystal said, taking control. She'd learned early in her seduction career not to ask, but to decide for them, "you're coming to my place for dinner."

"Oh, um, well, okay," Pam agreed, having thought they might go to a restaurant.

"Great," Crystal said. "I live just a few blocks from here."

"I live a block from here," Pam replied.

"A great neighbourhood."

"Walking distance to work, the gym, my favourite coffee place, and the movie theatre," Pam said, loving the neighborhood she lived in. Truth was, she could often go a full two weeks without ever driving anywhere. She could get many of her groceries from a small local grocery and her meat from a small family store. She made a bi-weekly shopping expedition to get her bulk items.

"Amazing," Crystal nodded. "I love this area."

"Next," the barista called.

Pam went and ordered her drink.

Crystal followed, ordering hers.

As they waited Crystal asked, "Hungry?"

"A little," Pam admitted.

"I'm famished," Crystal said. "Why don't you come home with me now?"

"Sure," Pam shrugged just as her name was called.

"Great," Crystal said, looking at her prey in a cute summer dress which would give her easy access to her pussy.

A moment later Crystal's name was called, and they headed to her vehicle.

A couple minutes after that, they were at her place, chatting about generic things.

Once inside, Crystal went to the kitchen and grabbed some brandy, thinking perhaps a drink or two would help to provide some liquid weakness (many women let down their inhibitions once they had a couple drinks in them) to enhance her seduction and said, waving the bottle, "Want some?"

"Maybe a little," Pam agreed, feeling such an instant rapport with Crystal... something that didn't happen much at her age. All her friends were pretty much staff colleagues, and all they ever talked about was how much they hated their jobs or their students (and what Pam didn't talk about was how much she hated listening to all that negativity).

Crystal went to Pam, opened her coffee lid and poured a very generous amount, easily two ounces, into the cardboard cup.

"That's more than a little," Pam gasped.

"I don't do anything in moderation," Crystal smiled, which was likely the most accurate description of her personality.

Pam laughed, "So I see."

Crystal poured an equal amount in her own cup and she said, "Let's go out back; sunset won't be for another hour or so."

"Sure," Pam nodded as Crystal took her hand and led her outside.

Taking her prey by the hand had two purposes: one, to see how the woman reacted (if she allowed it, she could be either submissive or too polite to pull it away... which in effect was just another form of submission) and two, the simple contact would discretely stir the libido and start an inner flame flickering the prey may not even recognize existed in her.

Once outside Crystal said, "I love having a drink and just relaxing on the deck."

"Me too," Pam said, wishing her house had a pool.

"I also love going for a dip in the pool," Crystal added, thinking perhaps getting the sexy teacher in the water wearing less clothing could be how she'd go for the kill.

Pam laughed, "I was just thinking how I sure wished I had a pool in my backyard."

"I could never live without one," Crystal said as they sat down.

For the next fifteen minutes they chatted about how teaching had changed over the years, Pam shocked to learn that college was being dumbed down almost as much as the K-12 schools.

Both done with their drinks, Crystal went inside, poured each of them a double and returned. "Bottoms up to new friends."

"Agreed," Pam said, accepting the drink, clinking glasses, and then taking a big swallow, realizing this was another strong drink... at this rate she'd be drunk in fifteen minutes.

Crystal sat back down and asked, "Want to go for a dip?"

"I'd love to, but I don't have a suit," Pam said, the water looking inviting.

"I have one for you," Crystal said standing up.

Pam looked at Crystal's big breasts, as well as her stereotypical big black booty (so much more attractive than her own flat ass, although her husband said he loved her ass... especially when his five-inch cock was deep inside of it. Truth was, few would believe Pam was a kinky slut in the bedroom, who after a couple drinks became an eager ass slut, or that she loved swallowing cum or taking a warm load on her face, or that her biggest fantasy was getting fucked by a BBC... a current fantasy and one her husband had been encouraging for some time), and pointed out the obvious, "We aren't exactly the same body type."

Crystal laughed, cupping her tits, "Yeah, these things are a pain in the ass."

Pam, not even sure why she said it, quipped with a playful smile, "I imagine they're a lot of things, but a pain in the ass isn't one of them."

"You little minx," Crystal accused jovially, mockingly shocked, thinking this may be even easier than she'd thought. "Appearances are indeed deceiving."

Pam stammered, blushing instantly, "I-I-I didn't mean that," even though that was exactly what she'd meant.

Crystal shrugged, "I'm certainly in no position to judge you for such a trifle. I have a lot of dirty little secrets of my own," like my daughter being my lesbian pet... even though she'd seen her submissive daughter's dominant side awakening of late as she brought home white girl after white girl (well plus a couple Asians, a Pilipino and a cute Latina) in the past few weeks. And another secret was that her entire reason for inviting this cute teacher over was to turn her so she could advance her lead in a week-long lesbian turning competition to get her four best friends' daughters (who'd been off limits since everyone in the group had turned their daughters) to serve as her personal pets for a weekend.

"I can't believe I just said that," Pam said, shaking her head. She'd only had a drink and a third (well maybe two and a half, since these were definitely doubles) so she couldn't really blame being tipsy for her rather brazen words. When drunk enough (which wasn't very), she got quite vocal, liberally using the word 'cunt', which she would never utter at any other time (nor would she want anyone but her husband to know of her secret slut persona) and begging for her ass to be pounded by a big black cock. Her husband had even bought a black extension for his cock that made it seven inches long and a bit thicker. Truth was, she wanted still bigger, and although they were still just in talking mode, she hoped one day soon to have a real BBC, hopefully nine inches or longer plowing through her white cunt.

"I think it's really hot that you take it in the backdoor," Crystal said bluntly with a wicked smile, wanting to keep the sexual conversation going, knowing that the sweet teacher's libido was already revving up... evidenced by her honest sexual admission as well as her red cheeks.

"I think I need another drink," Pam said, shaking her head with embarrassment as she downed the rest of the one she already had.

Crystal walked over to Pam, pulled her up and said, "I'll get you one while you change."

"Into what?"

"My daughter's bikini," Crystal said, "you two have similar body types."

"Kassandra's?" Pam asked, thinking it would be very weird to be wearing an ex-student's bikini.

"Yep," Crystal said, again taking the teacher's hand and leading her into the house. Again making physical contact. Again in control.

Pam followed, feeling a little tipsy and oddly, a little horny.

Crystal led the teacher into her daughter's room and went to her daughter's dresser. She opened a drawer and got her own surprise... a strap-on in clear view atop her bikinis. Crystal gasped, rather dramatically (she was a bit surprised, but not shocked... she was her mother's daughter after all, and Crystal had fucked her many times with one of her own half a dozen strap-ons), "Oh my God!"

"What?" Pam asked.

"I can't even say it," Crystal said, trying to win an Oscar for best actress portraying dismayed and embarrassed as she pulled out the six-inch strap-on.

"Oh my!" Pam said, as she spied the sexual contraption dangling from Crystal's hand.

"I had a hunch she liked girls," Crystal said, continuing her dramatic acting performance, "but this is a little surprising. She's certainly not in the third grade anymore!"

"Well at least she won't get pregnant," Pam joked, trying to lighten the sudden awkwardness.

"True enough," Pam laughed, as she dropped the harness and cock back in the drawer and grabbed a handful of bikinis. She tossed them on the bed and said, "Choose any one you like."

"You sure this is okay?" Pam said, looking at pictures on the wall of Kassandra and her friends, now barely recognizable.

"Yeah, she wouldn't mind," Crystal said, thinking, Actually, she'd likely find a way of getting you out of it.

"Okay," Pam said with trepidation.

"I'll be back in a minute," Crystal said. "I'll go put mine on."

"Okay," Pam said, as Crystal left and closed the door. This is so weird, Pam thought to herself as she began getting undressed, feeling a strange rush of adrenaline as she did.

Crystal quickly got out of her clothes and into her bikini, excited about the turn about to transpire. She went downstairs, poured two more drinks, and waited.

Pam admired herself in the mirror, flattered she could fit into a teenager's bikini. She headed downstairs and asked, feeling comfortable and playful, "Is my drink ready?"

"It is," Crystal smiled, knowing she wasn't far away from adding onto her lead. Crystal added, knowing the power of compliments to enhance or trigger the natural inner submission of a woman, "you look pretty hot in my daughter's bikini."

"Thanks," Pam said, spinning around and posing playfully.

Crystal handed Pam her drink, took her hand and led her back outside and directly into the pool.

Pam followed, enjoying the sensation of stepping down into the surprisingly warm water.

Crystal said, "We heat it because I hate the cold."

"You live in the wrong city then," Pam joked, not even noticing Crystal was still holding her hand.

"Tell me about it," Crystal laughed, having lived most of her life in Savannah, Georgia. She'd felt like she was going to die the first winter she spent in Massachusetts.

"I could spend the entire day in here," Pam said, enjoying the warm water as she sipped on her drink.

"I won't kick you out," Crystal said, still holding her prey's hand.

"Be careful what you promise," Pam smiled, "I may never leave."

"Well, you are going to be staying for dinner," Crystal smiled back, standing right in front of her innocent prey. the innuendo oblivious to her.

"Sure," Pam agreed, not knowing what she was agreeing to.

"I have a delicious home-made dinner that's almost ready for consumption," Crystal announced, enjoying the bluntness that wasn't being caught.

"Sounds delicious," Pam said, realizing she was getting hungry... and tipsier.

"It's literally life-changing," Crystal said as she downed her drink, tossed the glass onto the grass and used her now free hand to reach under the water, and in one smooth move she tugged at the string of Pam's bikini bottom, pulled it off and tossed it carelessly into the water.

"W-w-what are you doing?" Pam stammered.

Crystal answered, not with words but her lips, as she leaned into the stunned but clearly horny woman.

Pam was paralyzed.

Paralyzed by shock.

An ex-student's mother had just stolen her bikini bottom.

An ex-student's mother was now kissing her.

An ex-student's mother next broke the kiss and whispered, "Relax, Pam; I know exactly what you need."

Pam felt far from relaxed. What she did feel was

Bewildered.

Speechless.

Horny?

As anticipated, Crystal's newest prey didn't protest, didn't back away. Taking this lack of protest as permission to continue, Crystal reached her hand back down into the water and went directly to the teacher's surprisingly shaved snatch and she whispered, tugging on the pretty woman's ear with gentle teeth, "You're so sexy, Pam."

Pam moaned, involuntarily.

The hot breath on her ear; the nibbles; the finger tracing her pussy lips; the compliment from the pretty woman.

"Yes, so sexy," Crystal purred, kissing her neck. Some seductions are dominant. Some seductions are sly. Some seductions are a game of cat and mouse. And rarely, but in this case the reality, sometimes you had to be sweet and tender... at least at the start.

"W-w-we can't do this," Pam stammered, even though she didn't back away... didn't push away the finger teasing her pussy... made no move to walk out of the pool.

"Or else we can do this," Crystal countered softly as she tapped Pam's clit three times.

Pam trembled and moaned, dropping her drink into the pool. "That's okay," Crystal said. "Just let go."

"You're my student's mother," Pam pointed out, grasping at straws; she knew this was wrong and yet it felt oddly right.

"That was a decade ago," Crystal said as she moved a finger between Pam's pussy lips.

"But this is unethical," Pam continued to create arguments in her mind that her body couldn't care less about.

"Why unethical? If I please you enough, can you improve Kassandra's third grade report card? I think not; we're just two adults," Crystal purred, her tongue slithering down her neck. "Two adults about to have some fun."

"But I'm married," Pam moaned, the finger between her pussy lips really distracting her.

"Would he be mad to see you with another woman?" Crystal asked. "Or right after you tell him about you and me and tonight, will you fuck each other like rabbits?"

Pam pondered these intriguing questions as she felt a finger continually teasing her undeniably burning pussy and her conflicting emotions.

Crystal saw the look in her prey's eyes. She continued smiling as she whispered, "The look in your eyes tells me it'll be the rabbits."

"Well we have talked about my being with a person of colour," Pam admitted shyly.

"How fortunate it is then that I happen to be a person of colour, it must be kismet," Crystal replied, knowing this woman was hers, as she didn't stop her at all when she slid a finger easily inside.

"Oh," Pam moaned, as the first finger inside her other than her husband's in decades slid home. Why was she letting this woman molest her? She was tipsy... not drunk. She was black... yes... but a black woman, not a man.

Crystal continued the soothing talk as she explored the woman's cunt and found her g-spot, "And I even have a couple of black dicks upstairs, if that pleases you."

"Are they...big?" Pam moaned, as her body trembled with the discovery the g-spot wasn't a myth.

"Would you prefer eight or ten?" Crystal replied as she tapped the g-spot twice.

"Oh God," Pam gasped, quite loudly, both at the sizes, each way bigger than her husband, and the life-changing g-spot pleasure that was sending waves of pleasure through her entire being.

"Have you ever been with a woman, Pam?" Crystal asked.

One tap.

"No," Pam moaned.

"Have you ever fantasized about being with a woman?"

One tap.

"Oh God!"

"Is that a yes or no?"

One tap.

"Yes," Pam admitted rather urgently, not wanting this pleasure to end. Truth was, the older she got, the more intense her fantasies had become. Usually they were interracial, or gangbang, or better yet, interracial gangbang, but on occasion she had lesbian fantasies too. Rare... but often enough that at this moment those sapphic dreams were at the forefront.

One tap.

Then Crystal pulled her finger out, took the prey's hand and led her to the shallow end of the pool. Crystal hopped up on the edge, spread her legs and invited, "Come enjoy a delicious chocolate appetizer, and then I'll finish giving you your g-spot orgasm."

Pam was in a daze.

Horny as fuck.

Desperate to have that finger back inside her.

Pam stared at the shaved black pussy right in front of her. Amazed at how bright the pink pussy was, encased by the black body. It was beautiful.

Crystal knew all that was left was some gentle final encouragement and a subtle revealing of the hierarchy. Crystal ordered, "Come lick my pussy, my pet."

Pam's eyes went wide at the term 'my pet'. A submissive term. One her ex from college used to use for her in the early days of their relationship... before the relationship had been heightened to sub and dom. One where he used all three of her holes whenever he liked. One where the names he called her were humiliating for a sweet feminist like she was: 'fuck toy', 'cum slut', 'bimbo bitch'. Oddly, each humiliating name or humiliating act she was ordered to perform only enhanced her pleasure and her natural need to please.

Pam sensed this decision could draw her into a wicked web of submission, and yet right now that was exactly what she desired. To be a pet. To obey. To explore her sexuality. She hesitated only for a few seconds before she crept between Crystal's black legs, knelt into the warm water and stared at the beautiful pinkness.

Crystal moved her hand to the back of her newest turn's head and guided it in the last few inches. As expected, there was no resistance.

Pam allowed herself to be guided into the oasis. She extended her tongue and began licking.

"Good girl," Crystal encouraged, happy about yet another turn. She certainly hadn't lost her touch.

"So good," Pam murmured in a daze as she parted the pussy lips to dive deep into the wetness. She'd tasted herself on many occasions... occasionally on her finger... more commonly on her husband's cock... but tasting another woman directly from the source, was an entirely different matter.

"You're a natural, my pet," Crystal said, continuing the positive reinforcement.

"Thank you," Pam said, appreciating the compliment as she explored this pussy, trying to imagine what she would like having done to her.

After a few minutes of slow increasing stimulation, Pam unknowingly having to work harder because Crystal had come not that long ago from the two teens in the van, Crystal's orgasm was building.

Crystal ordered with a moan, "We're almost there. Now focus on my clit, my pet."

"Yes, ma'am," Pam responded, even though she was a decade older than the woman she was pleasing. She also got excited hearing Crystal moan.

Crystal smiled at how submissive Pam was, and she moaned as her newest turn began attacking her clit. "That's it, my pet, time to taste my cunt cum."

Pam flicked the clit.

Pam tugged on the clit.

Pam hungrily licked... desperate to get her off... to taste her cum... to be a good pet.

"Oh yes, don't stop," Crystal moaned, close to coming. She reached for Pam's head again and pulled her deep into her wetness.

Pam licked... sucked.

"Oh yes, oh yes, fuck," Crystal moaned, as her orgasm hit her.

Pam felt the gush of cum splatter onto her face, onto her lips. She eagerly lapped up the sweet cum that didn't taste anything like fish (fucking stupid men). No, it was rather a subtle sweetness that she wanted more of.

Crystal let go of the pet's head and allowed her orgasm to course through her.

Pam kept licking, not about to leave this tasty treat until she was ordered to.

A couple minutes later Crystal pushed the pet's head away and said, "Stop, or I'm going to pee."

Pam responded, so addicted to the cunt, to the submission, not wanting this moment to end, "Well, yours was just now my first pussy, and I've never had a golden shower before, either."

It was Crystal's turn to be surprised.

"You want a golden shower?" Crystal asked, looking down at the pretty, lustful pet.

"Yes, please," Pam requested, surprised to hear herself ask for it... it wasn't something she'd ever even fantasized about.

"Well, I'm not going to be able to hold it back much longer," Crystal warned.

Pam moved right up to the pussy, opened her mouth and said, "Whenever you're ready."

"You're one dirty little slut," Crystal complimented playfully.

"Use me as you wish, Mistress," Pam answered, graduating to a term she'd encountered in a few stories on erotica sites and a couple times on video.

"Mistress," Crystal smiled as she let go a warm stream of pee.

Pam wasn't expecting it at that very moment and had closed her mouth. Nor was she expecting it to be warm (although it made sense, since cum was always warm when coating her face). After some splattered her face, she reopened her mouth and allowed some urine in. This was the most submissive, nastiest, act she had ever committed, and the idea of it combined with the actuality made her entire body burn with excitement. When horny, she would do anything she was told... anything at all... luckily only her husband and her ex from college knew that (and the latter had passed away a few years ago in a tragic car accident).

Crystal felt a surprising rush of adrenaline as she gave her first golden shower. It hadn't been something she'd ever fantasized doing either, but as her piss splashed onto the woman's pretty face and then even went directly into her mouth, she couldn't help but get excited.

Once she was done Crystal ordered, "Dive under and clean yourself up. It's time to finish what I started."

"Yes, Mistress," Pam replied, licking a few more drops of golden wetness from her pussy before dunking herself underwater.

Crystal stood up and stretched.

Pam came back up from under the water and stared at the beautiful chocolate body. God, she was hot.

Crystal said, grabbing a towel, "Follow me."

Pam got out of the water, grabbed the other towel and followed her inside, hoping her promised g-spot orgasm was imminent.

Crystal led her upstairs and back into her daughter's room. "Stay. I'll be right back."

"Woof." Giggle.

Crystal went to her bedroom, grabbed both black cocks and returned. She asked, "Eight or ten?"

"Ten," Pam answered without hesitation.

"You really are full of surprises," Crystal smiled as she put the harness on.

"I guess you know by now I love being a slut when I can," Pam admitted.

"As do I," Crystal smiled, as she walked over to Pam and tugged at her bikini top. "Let's see these sweet little cupcakes."

"They don't compare to yours," Pam said.

Crystal pulled her bikini top off and asked, "These?"

"So perfect," Pam said, staring at them.

"As are yours," Crystal smiled, as she gently pushed her onto her daughter's bed. "Not as big as mine of course, but they're not meant to be; yours are meant to be the size they are, and they're gorgeous on you."

"Wow! Thanks, you just made me tingle all over! Are you going to fuck me now?" Pam asked as she looked up at her black goddess.

"Right after I do this," Crystal promised as she spread Pam's legs, crawled between and slid her finger once again inside the very wet cunt.

"Oh, yes," Pam moaned.

"So wet," Crystal said as she quickly found her g-spot.

"You have me a muddled mess," Pam said, as her body twitched with each tap.

"Wait until I fuck you with my big black cock," Crystal portended, tapping the g-spot.

"Oh, God," Pam moaned and quaked, "my husband... and I... have... been... role playing... that... forever."

"Come for me, my sexy slut," Crystal ordered, tapping the g-spot... and leaning down... and sucking the swollen clit into her mouth.

"Oh fuck!" Pam screamed as her orgasm suddenly erupted... her entire body surging with wave after wave of pleasure.

"Good girl," Crystal purred, as she lapped up the cunt cum flooding from her pet.

"Never... so... good," Pam groaned, as her orgasm continued, refusing to dissipate.

Crystal pulled her finger out, sucked the wetness off of it and flipped the pet, still coming, onto her side.

Pam felt like a sexual rag doll as she felt the long-fantasised big cock poke her from behind. "Oh yes, shove that big black cock way into my little white cunt."

Crystal smiled as she easily slid the big cock inside her, "You like being my white slut?"

"Love it, use me," Pam moaned, as the cock filled her.

"Your white cunt is easily swallowing this black monster," Crystal declared as the entire ten inches filled the white slut.

"Oh yes, so full," Pam moaned, in awe of having ten inches, double her husband's unextended size, deep inside her. This was a whole new level of getting fucked.

"Ready to get really pounded?"

"Yes, fuck the shit out of me," Pam moaned.

"Maybe later," Crystal joked, as she reached around, cupped the teacher's tits, and started slowly fucking her.

"My asshole is yours for the fucking too," Pam replied mindlessly, catching the reference and eager to give this black beauty anything she wanted.

"You really are a little slut for BBC," Crystal encouraged.

"Oh yes, I've wanted a BBC in my tight white cunt forever," Pam confessed, as the ten inches slid in and out of her.

"You know the saying once you go black..." Crystal teased.

"...you never go back," Pam finished, knowing that this encounter had only confirmed her desire to be blacked (like in a video series she'd loved).

"That goes for black cunt too," Crystal pointed out.

"Definitely," Pam moaned.

For a couple minutes, Crystal slowly fucked her white pet.

"Oh yes, fuck," Pam moaned, a second orgasm building already.

"That's it you little white slut," Crystal growled, knowing Pam enjoyed the racial role play, "take my big black cock."

"Yes, fuck me with that dominant dick," Pam quoted from somewhere, bucking her ass back to meet the faster stokes.

For a couple more minutes Crystal fucked Pam. As Pam's moans grew louder, her breathing more stunted, Crystal knew she was closing in on her second orgasm.

Crystal said, employing a word she rarely used, but sensed this would send the white slut right over the top, "Come again, you white nigger-slut!"

"Oh fuck, yes," Pam screamed, as the taboo name-calling triggered her second orgasm.

Crystal fucked her for another minute before pulling out and asking, "Want to order some actual food?"

"Definitely," Pam nodded, feeling completely weak and suddenly under-hydrated. "And perhaps some water?"

"It'll taste like wine after that fucking," Crystal smiled.

"I imagine so," Pam said, as Crystal checked her phone and saw another update. She clicked on it and saw Veronica had joined Jasmine in second place, each only a single turn behind Crystal. Only for the moment, but it was still irritating.

Score at 4:37 PM on Saturday:

Scorecard:

Crystal: 5

Jasmine: 4

Veronica: 4

Carol: 3

Portia: 3

"Fuck!" Crystal cursed.

"What?" Pam asked, slowly getting off the bed.

"Nothing," Crystal sighed, realizing this was going to be a long week of seductions and she wouldn't be allowed just to coast her way to victory.

"You sure?" Pam said, offering whatever, as she walked over to the naked, still cock-wearing beauty.

Crystal asked, "Do you know any other straight women who want to try some black pussy?"

"Not many. Probably just every single one of my friends," Pam joked.

Crystal wondered if perhaps Pam couldn't become her white wing woman. "Maybe you can help me."

"Get more white pets?" Pam asked.

"Exactly," Crystal smiled.

"I have a couple friends whose pussies are dry as a desert," Pam said, thinking of a couple of her colleagues who were both going through divorces.

"I could probably help them out with that," Crystal said.

"If you were so inclined, I imagine you could," Pam agreed.

Crystal added her conquest.

Score at 4:58 PM on Saturday:

Scorecard:

Crystal: 6

Jasmine: 4

Veronica: 4

Carol: 3

Portia: 3

She then took her pet's hand and said, "Let's go order some food, and then you can slurp up some chocolate dessert."

THE END