Chapter 1

 

My name is Rita Dow and after two weeks I finally went to a professional for help. Not that I have any great faith in therapy, but I was at my wit's end. It took three sessions before I managed to actually tell my therapist the truth about the dreams; lush, vivid, erotic dreams. Dreams of me having sex so real I had nocturnal orgasms. Not just orgasms, but racking, crashing climaxes that woke me up from the dream to lay panting and covered with sweat. Luckily I am single and there was no one to whom I had to explain my nocturnal, moans, groans, and gyrations.

For the first week of nightly dreams, I just enjoyed them and thought nothing of them. After all, I reasoned that dreams were not real. They originated somewhere down in my subconscious. Or so I thought. By the second week of the dreams, I became worried because they were so vivid, so real, and so persistent so I decided to seek help.

As a rule, I have little or no recollection of my dreams. I'm aware I dreamed, but details are usually hazy or not even recallable. These new wet dreams were so life-like; I remembered every sizzling detail of them. Every detail but one. His face. I couldn't remember what his face looked like.

I could visualize his body. It was large and muscular. I could remember his voice, it was soft and educated. I could clearly recall what he did to me. How he roughly took me without any preliminaries, but in my dreams I didn't need any foreplay or preparation. I was always wet, aroused, and ready. The man in my dreams was a bull...a fucking stallion. His penis was large and menacing, but always hard and always welcome by me.

It was on the fifth therapy session that I confided all the details to my therapist, Doctor Mills. I doubt that I would have ever summonsed the nerve to tell a man what I dreamed, but Doctor Mills was a woman and she was nice so I told her everything.

Her office was a place of safety. A refuge. A place where I could unburden myself without fear that anyone would know my deep dark secrets. She even insisted that I use her first name, which is Ellen. I told Ellen all.

"You say the man in your dreams is dark," Ellen said toward the end of one of my sessions. "Dark as in well tanned, a Latino...maybe black?" I thought about the question.

"I think he is a black man," I finally answered. "His speech is more like a black man's. Sometimes he's rather course and vulgar." Not that I believe all black men are vulgar.

"I see," she said making a note in her book. "Have you ever engaged in sex with a black man?" I gave that question some thought also. I decided to tell the truth. After all, I was paying her and she was bound by law to keep my secrets.

"Yes, Ellen, I have," I answered. "It took place several years ago and it's a long and somewhat involved story."

"We have time," Ellen said. "Tell me about it."

 

***

 

This is the story I told my therapist:

 

If there is such a thing as an innocent affair, that's what it was. Two consenting adults and all that jazz. I mean I'm not married and neither is he, so I didn't consider it anyone's business. I had always avoided workplace romances, because they never come to a good end, in my experiences.

I was twenty-five, divorced, and gainfully employed by the Capstan Corporation as an assistant to vice president Mike Blevins. Our fling, if that's the right word, started on a beastly Friday. One of those days when nothing goes right. Even things that had never gone wrong before did so that day. Mike took pity on me and asked me to stop off for a drink after work. We did and I got smashed. To make a long story short, we ended up in his bed doing the nasty. In fact, we spent the entire weekend in bed

For the next couple of weeks we fell into a natural pattern of being at his place or mine. It had been a long dry spell for me as far as sex. More months than I care to admit. In fact, my ex-husband was the last man to fuck me before Mike came on the scene. It's exactly like they say it is. I mean sex is like riding a bike and I was surprised how much I missed good sex. Not that sex with my ex was all that good, but Mike was very good indeed. He knew which buttons to push and when to push them.

Mike and I were very careful to keep our personal lives away from work. No covert looks or touching. No little terms of endearment or anything like that. Strictly professional in every aspect.

Our mini affair had been going on for a little over two months when things got weird. Weird as far as I was concerned, at least. One night Mike and I were watching a porno video. Not that it was weird. I've always enjoyed a good triple X movie. The weird part was all three movies he brought in were group sex movies and all were two men and one woman.

I'll have to admit they were hot, but one was super hot. I sat up and paid attention when the two guys both penetrated the woman. One in her ass and one in her pussy. The woman either liked it a lot or she was a super actress. I didn't think any woman was that good an actress.

My ex-husband liked to butt fuck me and to tell the truth I didn't mind it if he took it slow and was gentle. Watching that chick get two cocks in her at the same time really flipped my switch. Up until that night Mike had not fucked my ass. He used his finger a couple of times, but not his dick. That night after watching the videos I held my butt cheeks open for him and he took the hint.

"I know what you need," Mike said when his cock was fully in me. "You need another cock to work your cunt, don't you?" I guess I must have said yes, but I don't remember if I did or not. I'm likely to say anything when I'm hot, and I was steaming hot right then. I had a couple of satisfying orgasms and after Mike came we went to sleep and I didn't think about it again for several days.

"Rita, are you going to cook for us Friday night?" Mike asked me one afternoon. I told him that I had planned on it. I like to cook and Mike likes to eat a homemade meal. I often cooked for him. I asked him why he inquired.

"Mose is going to be in town a few days," Mike answered. "I thought if it was all right with you, I'd invite him over for one of your fantastic meals." Since Mike's kitchen was a bit larger than mine I usually cooked at his apartment.

"Okay, no problem," I said. "Who is Mose?"

"I told you about him didn't I? Moses Walker? We went to college together. Roommates and all that. Mose is a good guy and a lot of fun. You'll like him." Aside from the fact I didn't want to waste our Friday night together, I didn't have a problem with it. I'd just cook a little bit more than usual. What Mike neglected to mention was his friend, Mose, was black.

I'm not a prejudice person as far as race is concerned. I never have been, even thought I was raised in a mostly white community. There were a few black kids at school and some I counted among my friends. I try to look beyond the color of a person's skin, but it was still a surprise when this black man came calling.

Okay, I'm going to admit that Moses Walker caused me to get chill bumps. When Mike introduced me to his friend and the man took my hand, I got the shakes. Not big-time, but I could tell even if Mike and Mose couldn't. There was an immediate sexual attraction.

Mose is a hard man to describe. Big is the first word that comes to mind. Nearly seven feet tall and well over three hundred pounds. Very little of that bulk was fat. He played varsity football at college and professional football for a few years after school. Mose is soft spoken and for all his size a gentle man. The next thing that struck me was his eyes. They are golden yellow like a tiger's eyes. Not light brown, but yellow and they peer right into your soul. The next descriptive item was his hair...or lack of it. A receding hairline, according to Mose, prompted him to remove all of it from his head and to grow a beard. I thought of it as hair relocation.

So there I stood looking up at the giant, my legs turning to limp noodles. Mike was talking, but I didn't pay much attention to what he was saying. I was fascinated by the huge man who still held my hand in his.

"Dinner is almost ready," I managed to stammer. "Not more than ten minutes. Drink?"

"Whatever you're having," Mose answered in his soft slow speech.

"I'm drinking beer," I said.

"Beer is fine with me. I actually rather have beer. Can or bottle is fine also. " Mose Walker finally released my hand and I hurried away to get his beer. Mike doesn't care much for beer, preferring wine. He's actually a little bit of a wine snob and I've told him so several times. Wine is always a disappointment to me. I always think it should taste like grape juice and it never does. Besides I got drunk on wine once in college and I thought I'd die from the hangover. Beer is honest with me. I usually get full or sleepy before I make a complete fool of myself. Not so with other forms of alcohol.

I got Mike his wine and Mose his bottle of beer and delivered it to them. Mike had taken his huge friend into the living room. I stayed in the background and let the two men catch up with each other. Just as I was about to call them to dinner the phone rang. It was bad news for Mike. His father had suffered a heart attack and he needed to go home. Home for Mike was a four-hour drive.

I offered to go with him, but he declined saying that he didn't know how long he would have to be gone. He told me I would be needed at C-Cor, which is what our company is called, should he need to stay for a longer time. Mike insisted that Mose and I have our dinner and he hurriedly threw some clothes together and quickly left after telling Mose to stay the night, or longer if he needed to. Mose told him that he had to leave the next day.

"Well," Mose said. "Alone at last. I sure hope Mister Blevins is okay. I've met him several times. Seems like a nice person." I told the big black man I hadn't met Mike's parents.

"We've sorta kept our 'thing' quiet," I added. "We wanted to avoid the usual workplace crap."

"So you gave up modeling to enter the world of business? Why did you decide to do that?" I almost choked on my beer.

"You got to be joking," I said laughing. "Me? Model?"

"I'm sorry," he said. "I just assumed that...well, you know. How you look and all. I figured surely you modeled. No offence intended."

"And none taken," I said. "In fact I'm flattered. I don't think anyone ever assumed I was a model before."

"Oh I think they have," Mose said with a smile. "They probably just weren't rude enough to mention it. Before I forget to mention it, this is a great meal. I'm making a hog of myself." I assured him that there was no bigger compliment to the cook than to have the food eaten with enthusiasm. Moses Walker certainly ate with gusto.

"I'm sure it takes a lot of fuel for such a large body," I said. "Have some more, but save room for desert. I made an apple pie and there is ice cream to go with it." He claimed he could not possibly eat any desert, but he managed to choke down a quarter of the pie and a pint of ice cream.

"I'm sure sorry Mike had to leave, but frankly I'm enjoying your company so much I hate to call it a night," Mose said. "Want to check out his movie collection?" I also was enjoying his company so I agreed.

"What do you want to watch?" Mose said standing at the shelf looking at the hundreds of disks.

"I don't care, you just pick one," I replied. "What's that you're looking at?"

"Don't have a clue," Mose answered. "It doesn't have a label just the number four. In fact there's a couple dozen without labels. Pot luck?"

"Sure why not," I answered. "Probably some bootleg stuff he's collected." Mose put the disk in the player and came back and sat beside me on the big leather couch. The movie wasn't exactly what I anticipated. It was porno.

"Oops," Mose said. "I think I know why they weren't labeled." He started to get to his feet. I don't consider myself a prude, and as I said, I do like to watch. Just as Mose reached for the eject button I recognized someone on the screen.

"Wait a minute, Mose," I said. "I think I know that woman." I watched her cavort around a moment taking her clothing off one piece at a time. When the camera zoomed in on her face I knew for a fact who she was. "Oh my God! That's Julie Brown," I exclaimed.

"Who's Julie Brown?" Mose asked returning to his seat beside me.

"She works at C-Cor," I answered, my eyes still fixed on the screen. Julie was now topless and about to be totally nude. "She works in accounting." The camera panned back and I could see that there was a man in the room and the room was the room where Mose and I were sitting.

"This ought to be interesting," Mose said. "Two men and one woman. At least I assume it's a guy operating the camera." By that time Julie had gotten completely naked and was standing straddled over the man's legs, hunching her hips toward his face. The man was a black man and when the camera moved to the side I recognized him.

"That's Taylor...something, from the shipping department," I said. I was shocked because I recognized both of them. Co-workers, as a matter of fact. The camera jiggled a moment then stabilized and another man entered the picture. A naked man with a familiar ass. It was Mike. Mike walked up behind Julie and hugged her to him. Because it was a side view I could see Mike's hard penis until she was tight against his body. I could also see his hands grasping her big breasts and crushing then. There was some music playing, but I could clearly hear Julie moan when Mike squeezed her boobs. Taylor, the black man, had stripped down so that he was now only wearing his socks. He approached Julie and Mike from her front and pressed himself to her.

"I see the brother isn't a shorthorn," Mose commented with a chuckle. For a moment I didn't understand then I got it. Longhorn and shorthorn cattle? Then I understood. Taylor was carrying a large penis and it was hard. Mike lifted Julie up while she spread her legs and I could plainly see Taylor's manhood enter her. Julie gasped then groaned loudly as the black man pushed forward, completely shoving his dick in her. Taylor carried Julie backward until he was sitting on the very couch that Mose and I occupied. At no time did he and Julie become unconnected. Disconnected? Taylor twisted around until he was laying on his back and Julie on top of him. The camera moved slowly until the couple were again centered in the frame. Then Mike entered the picture again.

I watched him put something, lube I assumed, on his hard dick and then get on the couch. He then put his penis in Julie's butt. She was skewered between the two men. Julie was yelling at them to fuck her and to fuck her hard. I felt something stir in me and for a moment I thought it was jealousy. Then I realized it wasn't just jealousy. I was becoming sexually stimulated and I was so very aware of the big man sitting beside me.