Making new friends

Tom was washing up at the kitchen sink when he felt Sarah’s arms wrap around him as she hugged him from behind and rested her head on his back. “Hey you, what’s up?” Tom asked.

“I got the money… Thank you.”

“That’s okay.” He spun himself around but she didn’t let go of him. “You okay?”

“I’m sorry how I was yesterday. I just felt like you were trying to get in my way and it made me really annoyed. I don’t know what’s happening to me but I when I thought you might try to stop me…” her fingers dug into him and he could feel the tension inside her.

“I’m not trying to stop you. I know you have to work through this,” he reassured.

Sarah looked at him and smiled. “I know. Honestly, I got to thinking last night. There aren’t many husbands who would be as good about it as you. It made me feel really lucky but I couldn’t say it to you last night. I know I don’t find you attractive anymore but I still love you.”

“I love you too,” said Tom and leaned in to kiss her.

At the last minute Sarah turned her head and gave him her cheek. “Sorry,” she said with a sheepish grin. “I just don’t like the idea of you kissing me on the lips. It’s too sexual.” She stroked his cheek and smiled sadly up at him.

Tom nodded and pulled away before she noticed his growing erection. “Do you have plans today?”

“Shopping. As I said, I want to tweak my style again so when I get the chance, the black guys will know I’m down.”

Tom was amused by the fact that she still thought he had no idea of the two separate incidents. He loved that she was keeping it from him. “So, what does that involve?” he asked.

Sarah grinned. “Showing a lot of skin. I’m sure you will like it.”

“I’m sure I will, even if I can’t touch you like that anymore.”

“At least it will give you some fuel for your private little sessions. You can take pictures of me if you like. I will try to send you some so you don’t feel too left out.”

“When you finally get with a black guy will you send me some?” he asked, hopefully.

Sarah thought about it. “Maybe,” she said, slowly. “I think it would depend on if the guy was okay with it.” She looked at him and smiled. “I like this attitude a lot better. It feels more positive. If you can keep it up I’ll try and treat you from time to time.”

“I like that idea. Did you speak to Katie last night?”

“Yes,” said Sarah looking enthused. “You were right. She was totally shocked by the idea at first but when I spoke to her about it she seemed to get into the idea. I’m not sure she would be up for it yet but I bet if I keep talking to her, I could persuade her to join me.”

“That’s great. I knew you could be persuasive.”

Sarah grinned at him. “Thanks, baby.” She gave him a peck on the cheek and headed for the door. “I’m going to get started. I’ll see you later.”

Sarah drove into town and headed for her first stop, the mobile phone store. A new phone in hand she walked around to Jack’s place, found his name on the doorbells and pressed the appropriate one. A moment later the door opened. Jack was standing there in some scruffy jogging bottoms and a white vest. Sarah couldn’t help peeking down and sure enough, she could see the outline of his huge cock pushing against the fabric.

“Hey, sexy lady. What brings ya’ round to old Jack’s?”

“Hi,” she said sweetly. She couldn’t help but be flirtatious with this man. “I remembered you said you didn’t have a phone so I got you one.” She handed him the bag. “It’s in my name so you don’t have to worry about the bills.” Jack looked at the gift and nodded in approval. Seeing him accept her gift made Sarah ecstatic. “I wanted to be able to reach you. So I could, you know, ask you for advice and things.”

“Things like mi’ big black cock?” Jack asked with a smile.

“That too,” she blushed.

Jack squeezed his cock through his trousers. “How about I let ya’ suck it as a thankyou for ya’ lovely gift?”

Sarah looked up at him, through lidded eyes. “Here?” she asked. It was less of a question and more of an affirmation.

“Aye girlie, right here.”

Sarah crouched down and pulled his already swelling cock from his bottoms. “You are so generous,” she said as she gave his cock a firm stroke before lovingly enveloping his cock with her mouth. A wave of satisfaction washed over her as she got the thick cock in her mouth. THe little moan Jack gave was like music to her and she smiled around his shaft.

Here, in the hallway, Jack leaned against the wall and put his hand on Sarah’s head and guided her motions to set the pace he liked. Sarah hummed happily at the guidance. She felt a deep compulsion to make it as good as possible for him. She made sure to use her tongue and when she wasn’t bobbing her head, she was sliding her mouth from the tip down to his heavy balls.

Jack was clearly enjoying her skills as he urged her to go quicker. She was **** to make him cum. Her eyes watered as she pushed her ability to take him deep. It was uncomfortable and her body resisted but she needed to have as much of him inside her as she could.

A noise to one side of her did not distract her from her duty. “Jack!” came a high woman’s voice. “If you had money for whores you should have called me.”

Sarah couldn’t care less that some woman was standing there. She had Jack close and all she cared about was making this man cum. “Hey Ming, hold that thought. Take it, ya’ dirty bitch,” he shouted and pushed Sarah’s head onto him. She choked and gagged as his cum squirted right into the back of her throat. She did her best to control her reactions and swallow all she could but some did escape her lips and dribble onto her chin.

“Ha, she must have been cheap,” Mocked Ming.

“Free is as cheap as you can get,” laughed Jack.

“You’re a charming old fuck,” laughed Ming as she walked up to him and stroked his cheat as Sarah fell back and caught her breath. “Next time you have some money, you come visit Ming, okay?”

“Ya’ know I will,” smiled Jack as he kissed Ming’s hand.

Sarah got a good look at Ming. A Chinese woman, maybe thirty years old but it was hard to tell. She was thin and her tiny shorts only emphasised her thin legs and tiny bottom further emphasised by the strappy high heels she was wearing. It looked like she had breast implants as her chest seemed a little too firm and large for her build but they weren't massive. Her breasts were covered by a halter top that hung loosely on them and from her low angle Sarah could see that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. She was thickly made up and her long black hair hung down her back. She was looking at Sarah with disdain.

Sarah got back to her feet and absentmindedly scooped up the dribble of cum that had escaped with her finger and pushed it into her mouth. She felt a little pang of jealousy at Jack giving her attention and pushed herself close to him as well. She took his cock and placed it back inside his joggers. “Thanks for that Jack. Let me know when you have your gift all set up,” she purred.

“No, thank you,” he said and kissed her. Sarah looked at Ming who was rolling her eyes.

“Ugh, I’ll see you later Jack,” she said and was about to walk out when a thought struck Sarah and she broke the kiss with Jack?

“Ming was it?” she said.

Ming looked unimpressed as she slowly turned to face her. “What do you want, slut?”

“Hi, nice to meet you too,” said Sarah sarcastically. “I was actually looking for some advice.”

“Why should I help you?” said Ming, her voice thick with attitude.

Sarah looked her up and down, “How much for a fuck?” she asked.

“I don’t do girls and definitely not cheap sluts like you.”

“Jack, how much does she charge?” Sarah asked, turning to him.

“Fifty,” said Jack, clearly enjoying the confrontation. “But that is special rates for old Jack. A hundred normally.”

“Fine, two-hundred.”

That clearly took Ming by surprise. “Look, I’m not into women, okay?” her attitude had slipped.

“Three hundred but I want a good chunk of your time.”

Ming was clearly not used to commanding a high price. In another time Sarah would have pitied how cheap the Chinese woman was selling her body for but right now she was feeling merciless. “Shit,” she cursed. She looked uncomfortable as she said, “Fine, three hundred,” and walked towards Sarah.

Sarah put up a hand to stop her. “I’m sorry, I didn’t make myself clear. I don’t want to fuck you I want you to take me shopping.”

“What?” said Ming and Jack, one with confusion the other with mirth.

“I like your style, Ming. I want you to show me where you shop. I’m prepared to pay you for your time”

Ming looked at Sarah incredulously then burst into laughter. “You are one crazy bitch,” she said in a much friendlier tone. “Okay, crazy lady. Let’s go shopping.”