New Location

From then on, Jamal was part of every single session.

Anna came to the spa twice a week – she’d upgraded her membership to ‘Premium’ straight after her tattoo appointment so she could come more often. Leonie had just smiled knowingly and updated her membership.

And Jamal fucked her at every appointment. No longer just secretly after the massage – but properly, hard and often right in the middle of the treatment.

Sometimes even in the sauna: he pressed her face against the hot wooden wall, spread her legs and thrust his thick black cock deep into her dripping cunt from behind, whilst sweat ran down her heavy tits. The slap of flesh against flesh echoed loudly in the small cubicle.

Another time in the hot tub: Anna sat with her legs spread wide on the edge, Jamal stood in the water and fucked her slowly and deeply, whilst the bubbles fizzed around his balls. Her new tattoos, ‘BBC CUNT’ and the Queen of Spades, glistened wet and shiny.

And once even in the relaxation room: he laid her on one of the wide loungers, lifted her legs over his shoulders and fucked her so hard that the lounger creaked and Anna screamed loudly. Her plump arse slapped against his groin with every thrust.

Leonie caught them a total of three times.

The first time in the hot tub, she suddenly stood in the doorway, arms crossed.

“Mrs Berger… again?”

Ten hard strokes with the paddle on her bare, wet arse – plus five extra because Anna had “voluntarily taken on Jamal’s punishment”. Her arse was dark red and burning afterwards.

The second time, in the sauna, Leonie was even more annoyed.

“You two just can’t control yourselves, can you?”

Another ten plus five strokes. Anna had to count out loud and say “I’m sorry, Leonie” every time, whilst Jamal stood by and watched, his cock still half-hard and glistening from Anna’s cunt.

The third time in the relaxation room, Leonie just sighed in exasperation.

“This is getting ridiculous.”

Ten plus five strokes. Anna’s plump arse was so sore afterwards that she could barely sit on the way home – and yet her cunt was dripping with lust.

Despite (or perhaps because of) the punishments, Anna grew ever more insatiable. She paid for the expensive upgrade without complaint, turned up punctually twice a week and let Jamal fuck her in every hole – sometimes even twice per session.

Her “BBC CUNT ♠” tattoo above her cunt had now healed completely and glowed proudly and unmistakably at every appointment. When Jamal took her, he always ran his fingers over it and whispered in her ear:

“Look at yourself… my very own white BBC slut.”

Anna just nodded obediently, her eyes glazed with lust, and spread her legs even wider.

She had arrived.

She belonged to Jamal.

And she never wanted anything else again.

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One day, after a particularly intense session in which Jamal had just taken her hard from behind in the hot tub, Leonie entered the relaxation room with a serious expression.

“Mrs Berger… I’m afraid I have some bad news for you.”

Anna, still naked and with Jamal’s cum between her legs, sat up. “What’s going on?”

Leonie sighed heavily. “The vice squad were here. There have been several anonymous complaints – allegedly regarding ‘indecent behaviour’ and ‘prostitution under the guise of a spa’. We have to close down. It’s all over in two weeks. I’ve tried everything, but the authorities are putting the pressure on.”

Anna went pale as a sheet. The thought of no longer seeing Jamal regularly, of no longer feeling his hands, his cock, his dominance, sent a sharp pang deep into her stomach.

“And… what will become of me? Of us?”

Leonie shrugged. “There’s another location – a somewhat more secluded private house on the outskirts of town that I’ve had my eye on for a while. Very discreet, much bigger, with proper playrooms. But for that I need significantly more paying clients. Without enough women booking the ‘Hysteria Programme’, the rent isn’t worth it.”

Anna was silent for a moment. Then she straightened her shoulders.

“I’ll take care of it.”

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Over the next ten days, Anna became the hardest-working promoter the spa had ever seen. She wrote to old acquaintances, posted subtle but unambiguous messages in women-only groups, and even approached two neighbours and one of Sarah’s colleagues directly. She spoke of “secret, extremely effective relaxation treatments for mature women” that “really make the body and soul sing”.

In the end, she actually brought in **ten new clients** – all aged between 42 and 55, all curious, all ready to sign up for the expensive membership.

Leonie was impressed. “That’s enough. The private residence is secured. We’re moving.”

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The new private residence was located just outside the city, discreetly hidden behind tall hedges. Anna parked with her heart pounding and went inside. She was wearing her thin light-blue summer dress again – no bra, no knickers, just as Jamal had demanded. The fresh tattoo “BBC CUNT ♠” above her smooth pussy still stung slightly beneath the fabric.

Leonie greeted her at the door, but this time her smile was slightly different – almost a little mischievous.

“We have a little surprise for you today, Mrs Berger. Jamal has another client today. Instead, you’ll be meeting someone new.”

She led Anna into a large, warm treatment room with dimmed lighting, a wide massage table and a large mirror on the wall.

Then he entered.

Tyrone.

He was huge. Almost two metres tall, jet-black, with shoulders that almost filled the doorframe. His upper body was bare, his muscles clearly defined, a deep six-pack extending down to the waistband of his loose-fitting tracksuit bottoms. The shorts were already straining suspiciously over a massive, semi-erect cock that pressed heavily and thickly against the fabric – significantly larger and thicker than even Jamal’s.

Tyrone smiled slowly, a deep, self-assured smile that immediately made Anna’s knees go weak.

“Anna, right?” he said in a deep, calm voice. “I’m Tyrone. Jamal’s told me a lot about you.”

Anna blushed bright red. She knew exactly what Jamal had told him.

Leonie quietly left the room and closed the door.

Tyrone stepped closer. He towered over Anna completely. With one finger, he lifted her chin and looked her straight in the eyes.

“Get undressed. Everything. I want to see what belongs to me.”

Anna obeyed, trembling. The dress fell to the floor. She stood naked before him, her heavy tits bouncing, the new tattoos clearly visible above her smooth cunt.

Tyrone looked at her for a long time. His gaze lingered on the large black Queen of Spades and the “BBC CUNT”. He ran two thick fingers over them.

“Very nice,” he murmured. “You’re already well marked.”

He led her to the massage table, poured warm oil over her body and began to massage her – but it was clear from the start that this wasn’t going to be a normal massage. His huge hands kneaded her tits hard, tugged at her nipples, glided over her stomach and then spread her legs wide.

Anna was already moaning softly as he parted her outer labia with just his fingers.

Then Tyrone pulled down his trousers.

His cock sprang out – thick, heavy, longer and significantly thicker than Jamal’s. The glans was large and shiny, the veins pulsing.

“Oh my God…,” Anna whispered involuntarily.

Tyrone grinned. “Yeah, that’s what most of them say the first time.”

He didn’t lie down. Instead, he lifted Anna’s legs, draped them over his shoulders and pressed the thick glans right against her wet, slick cunt.

“Relax, you little white slut,” he murmured.

Then he pushed himself slowly but mercilessly into her.

Anna cried out. The stretching pain was intense, almost too much – and at the same time incredibly arousing. Tyrone was so thick that she felt as though her cunt was being torn apart completely. Inch by inch, the huge black cock disappeared inside her until his heavy balls slapped against her arse.

“Fuck… you’re so tight… and yet you take it all,” Tyrone growled.

He began to fuck her slowly – deep, long thrusts that reached right into her belly. Anna came on the third thrust, loudly and trembling, her cunt clenching around his thick shaft. Tyrone didn’t stop. He kept fucking her, hard and steady, while he kneaded her tits and looked deep into her eyes.

“Say it,” he ordered.

“I… I’m your BBC slut…,” Anna gasped between two thrusts.

“Louder.”

“I’m a BBC CUNT! I belong to black cocks!”

Tyrone grinned with satisfaction and picked up the pace. He fucked her through two more orgasms until Anna lay beneath him, whimpering and twitching. Only then did he pull out, turn her round and shoot his thick, hot cum over her arse and the fresh tattoo on her lower abdomen.

He rubbed it all in, especially over the letters “BBC CUNT”.

She was now officially the number one regular.