Hazel Plays With Fire Ch. 05

This story has ever stronger cuckold themes. If that and / or interracial subject matter are a problem for you then stop reading now.

Also please note that views and attitudes expressed in this story, even by the narrator, are not necessarily those of the author.

A Losing Hand

Her footsteps sounded on the tiled floor.

"Well it's Friday afternoon again. Another hard week of school finished but soon I'll be picked up and then I can have some fun."

She pushed open a door and the sound began to echo in a way that let you know immediately she had gone into the bathrooms.

"No-one here - that's lucky."

It was then I really focused on what the camera was showing me. Basins and stalls yes, but also urinals. It was the boy's toilets at her school.

"They do a lovely job here - keeping these clean. Seems almost a shame..." Her fingers appeared in front of the camera wiggling a permanent marker pen.

I heard a stall door close. The white wall filled the screen, a few faded and washed-out marks the only visible blemishes.

My wife's voice came, hushed but clear. "They'll soon wash these off or paint them over but I hope not before the message gets out." The pen swiftly moved across the white wall spelling out its message.

'Ms Reeve sucks Black cock.'

Just as she finished there was a noise outside and her hand froze on screen. A few seconds later there was the sound of pissing. The camera moved to show my wife stifling her giggles. Soon we heard someone washing their hands and then the outside door thumped shut again.

"Seems not everyone has gone yet," Hazel whispered into her phone, "so I'd best get on."

She moved to the next stall and the pen once again did its work.

'Bad luck white boys - Ms Reeve is Black-only.'

Then onto the next.

'Ms Reeve is a nigger-loving ho.'

So it continued until each stall had a message. The last one read,

'Any Black boys need free white pussy - give Ms Reeve a call.' I recognised the number she wrote underneath - the very phone that she was now recording with. She paused and then added another line. 'Must be 18 to ride.'

"It's the sixth-form loos," she whispered, "so who knows I might get lucky." She giggled to herself.

I thanked our lucky stars that this video had been sent direct to me. If it was posted onto the internet then it would be the end of my wife's career. Every minute seemed more damning. The fucking tabloids would have had a field-day. The likes of the Mail loved giving their crusty old readers a cheap thrill by showing an 'English rose' corrupted and debased.

Hazel wasn't quite done. She stepped out of the stall and admired herself in the mirror. She carefully undid the top three buttons of her blouse, revealing cleavage and her tattooed 'Queen of Spades' necklace. She kicked off her shoes and swapped them for a pair of four-inch heels with scarlet soles.

"Anything else? Why I almost forgot..." She hitched up her knee-length skirt and removed her panties "Then, of course, the final touch as my Black Master requested."

She delved into her bag and removed a silver item.

Its shape left no doubt as to what it was but she turned its end to the camera so any viewers could see the enamelled 'Queen of Spades' symbol mirroring the one seen earlier on her tattoo.

"Just the perfect little butt plug for the girl whose Black owner is going to be pounding her sweet little ass all night." She paused. "Well if I'm lucky." She wiggled her rear end in the mirror. "You think I'll be lucky? I think I'll be lucky." Her musical giggle echoed against the tiling. She flipped her skirt up and then eased some lube onto the butt plug. The camera caught the image in the mirror as she slid the plug home into her ass.

She collected her gear and looked into the mirror. She smiled. "NOW I'm ready to go meet my Black owner," The clip cut off.

***

The picture returned in a vehicle with the English countryside flashing past. I could guess which vehicle it was - I'd seen it outside our house more than once.

"What you got for me little bitch?" That was Levy, the purr of the engine did nothing to hide that fact.

"Your favourite," she responded.

Her joy at being with him was obvious. It made my heart sink but my treacherous white dick stayed hard as a rock.

Levy was driving but he held his free hand up to her and she took two, three and then all four fingers into her mouth, sucking and licking them. Her eyes weren't on the camera, they were on him. Her only wish was seemingly to please him, to earn the approval of her Black owner.

He withdrew his fingers and Hazel scooted her little butt across the plush seat, turning towards him and flicking up the front of her skirt. Her bare pussy was exposed for him, beautiful and hungry. His fingers found her and explored. Hazel gasped but kept her legs wide and open for him. He explored a moment more and then put his fingers back to her mouth. She sucked them in greedily, tasting herself on him.

"Little bitch makes it hard for a man to concentrate on the road. Fore we get onto the main road you best show that little white girl butt of yours."

She obeyed - turning and wiggling her backside at him and the camera.

"You keeping it good and ready for me. That's good - I'm planning on fucking it hard tonight. That sound good?"

"Real good master."

He playfully swatted her butt with his big Black hand. "Sit down and put your seat-belt on. We've got a way to go."

Levy kept talking as she followed his instructions. "Gonna tell your hubby and everyone else why I'm concentrating on that booty today."

"You need a reason?"

"Nah, but tell them anyway"

"It's because this weekend's a little risky."

"Aha, why's that little bitch?"

"You made me come off the pill and I've been staying at home at my most fertile times. But..." She hesitated and looked at him

"Tou need to tell them little bitch and you need to show them how you feel."

"Is that allowed?"

"So long as I can still see to drive. Do your thing girl."

Hazel eased off her heels and scooted her butt forward so that she could brace her bare feet against the dashboard of the vehicle. She tucked her skirt out of the way and left her legs and her bare pussy exposed. As she spoke she began to masturbate, using her fingers to tease her pussy lips and clit.

Lvey's voice was insistent. "Now, while you playing, tell me again - why am I hitting that little white ass of yours tonight."

"Because I'm off the pill and this weekend is a little bit too close a call. But I didn't want to stay home like the other times."

"Yeah - why not?"

"Its boring there - just me and my white husband. I can't get what I need there."

"Yeah - what's that you need?".

"Big Black cock - your big Black cock."

Her fingers were moving faster now. Her face was a little flushed, her eyes fixed on him and the camera.

"So you playing with fire again girl - bringing that sweet little white pussy up here all fertile and unprotected. You thought about that?"

She didn't answer but her fingers kept moving, teasing and pleasuring her sex.

"That cunt looks sweet and that cunt looks hungry. Maybe I should fill it - fuck it good and fill it with African seed.."

Again no answer except the fingers moving that little bit faster and a little groan from Hazel.

"Speak up little bitch - who owns you?"

"You do master." Her voice was low, her breath now coming in deep shuddering gasps.

"Who owns that pretty little cunt of yours?"

"YOU do master."

"Yeah - that's right. So I'll decide - maybe that little pussy needs my seed. Maybe you doing good enough to deserve a real man's baby in your belly. That OK with you?"

"Uuhhhhh." My wife gave a little grunt, her legs quivering. She was climaxing at her vulnerability, at the chance that she might be going home already pregnant with a black baby.

Levy gave one of his little laughs. "I'll take that as a 'yes'." He turned up the music.

Outside the car window the initial green fields had become suburbia and then more densely populated scenes. Hazel was just gently fingering her pussy as they went.

"How far to go," she asked. She unbuttoned her blouse and began to play with her pierced nipple.

"Not far," said Levy. Then he swung his vehicle left and off the main road. "Too long to wait tho." He drove down a shabby looking street and then past a bunch of half-derelict shops. "Advantage of local knowledge - the street girls bring their work round behind here."

At the rear of the shuttered shops was a shabby little open space, strewn with rubbish and weeds. Levy parked up. "You know what to do but lose that top first."

Hazel undid her last couple of buttons and then dropped her top to the floor of the vehicle. She undid her seat belt and moved across to him, her hands quickly undoing his trousers.

A couple of strokes with her hand and Levy was fully hard, his ebony-black cock looking stark and powerful in her soft white hand. Hazel's head came down and she began to suck him. Pushing herself down onto his shaft and then teasing him with her tongue. She knew what her owner liked and she was skilled at providing it. Levy eased back in his seat, relaxing as he enjoyed her work, one hand resting on her head with its fingers entwined in her long blonde hair, setting the pace as and when he desired.

After a couple of minutes I heard the gentle hum of a motor. The window...

"Hey Juke - how's it going?

Another voice from outside the vehicle. "Levy man - I see YOUR day is going well." There was a harsh smoker's cackle.

"Just road-testing a fresh little white whore. Hard work but it has to be done." Hazel didn't hesitate or pause, she just kept her head moving up and down that big Black cock.

"She any good?" I saw a couple of dark shapes outside the vehicle.

Levy tightened his hold on my wife's hair and then pulled her up and off him. "What you think?" he asked as he showed her off to them.

"Nice," said Juke, "not much by way of titties but nice all the same. Where you always finding these fine white bitches Levy?"

"Ha! Like I'd be telling you! But I'm a generous man. Want to try this one out?"

"We got some time."

Levy leaned across and opened the passenger door. "Go on little bitch - show them your skills." As Hazel got out of the 4x4 he added, "Not the pussy - just the mouth for now. Call it a free sample. When you get that pussy it won't be for free."

Juke laughed. "Don't blame you - but lets see what the whore can do. Get that old box from over there Tony."

Juke was in his fifties, smoking a cigarette. His clothes pretty much nondescript, just a man on the street. Tony was perhaps twenty years younger and almost a foot taller, muscled where Juke was rather flabby. Both were Black, their dark skin suggesting they shared Levy's West African roots.

Tony dumped the contents of an old cardboard box and then punched it flat with his fist. He dropped the cardboard down in front of them.

Hazel knew her place and dropped to her knees in front of the two men. She had already released Juke's cock, six inches that she was stroking to full hardness. Now, on her knees, she undid Tony's trousers and soon had him free too, a sturdy seven or eight inches of hard meat. She stroked a cock in each hand and looked from one to the other as if unsure which to suck first.

Juke blew out some smoke. "You going to admire them all day or you going to blow us? Time is money for a whore." Hazel immediately began to suck the older man's cock, gently working his heavy balls with one hand. The other kept Tony hard and ready.

I heard Levy's chuckle from behind the camera. I knew he liked my wife's reaction. No outrage, no complaint, just submission. He also liked her obvious eagerness to worship and pleasure these two Black men, strangers to her if not to Levy.

Hazel was on her knees, her eyes looking up into those of Juke. He was watching her like a connoisseur, savouring her work. "Not bad - she just vanilla?"

"She won't break," was all Levy answered.

Juke moved his big hands to grip Hazel's hair. I knew what was coming. Juke began to fuck her mouth, pushing his hard cock home as far as it would go again and again. Hazel didn't protest or struggle.. Instead she just dropped her hands behind her back and held one wrist with her other hand.

"Nice," said Tony, "you got her trained good."

"Shit - Levy always trains his whores right. Here - you try her." Juke pulled Hazel's mouth off his cock, leaving her panting and coughing out long strings of drool.

Tony didn't hesitate. He stepped up and pushed his cock as far home it her mouth as it would go. It stopped short the first time but then Hazel allowed all that training with Levy and her toys to kick in. The second time that big cock went all the way, her nose left pressed against his shirt.

"Yeah - that's good. Tongue my balls too bitch, show me how you love that Black cock."

Juke's rough hand pawed at Hazel's left breast, his fingers finding her piercing and pulling on it. "She give up that tight little ass yet."

"Only to me," said Levy, " but same as the pussy it'll soon be available - at a price."

"Best be saving my pennies then 'cos this one looks sweet and juicy."

Hazel and Tony seemed to be in another world. Her eyes were locked onto his again. He'd let her set the pace now. Watched her sucking and licking every part of him. She stroked his cock with her hand, its skin slick with her saliva. "You going to show me what this beautiful big Black cock can do Tony. You going to shoot your big load for me - shoot it all over my face. Show me what a dirty little white whore deserves?"

Tony's mouth tensed a little. I knew the signs and Hazel did too. "C'mon Tony - I want it, I need it. All over me, on my face, in my hair. Show everyone what a dirty little slut I am."

Tony grunted out a harsh, "fuck," and then came in four or five heavy spurts of his cum. The seed painting her face in streaks. Hazel squealed in pleasure, barely closing her eyes in time. She waited until he had finished and then cautiously opened an eye. "You enjoyed that! Look at all this fucking cum! What a stud!"

"Yeah yeah - you still got this one. Don't leave a job half done." Juke's mock-grumble brought Hazel back to work on his own cock. It was clear he'd liked seeing my wife being cum on because he didn't take long.

"This whore swallow?" He asked Levy.

"Try her out," came the languid reply.

"You sure I can't buy that pussy today?"

"Not just yet - besides she's come down here fertile today."

"Jeeezzzz," grunted Juke and the his hand came up to Hazel's head and held her on him as he came hard.

"Fuck it," said Juke, "I was trying to keep it going but the idea of this little slut with a Black man's baby in her..." He eased his cock back out of Hazel's mouth.

She kept her eyes on his and then carefully opened her mouth. I knew she was showing him his seed, pooled in her mouth and on her tongue. Then she closed her mouth and swallowed, carefully and obviously. The second time she opened her mouth I knew that she was proving to Juke that she had swallowed his seed.

"Damn - she IS good. Pretty much perfect..."

"...except for them tiny titties." finished Tony.

"Yeah - shame about them - but still a damn fine little ho." Juke tucked his cock away.

I heard the click of Levy's fingers and Hazel went back to the vehicle.

"Done good girl - think my little bitch deserves a treat. What treat you want?"

Hazel hesitated a moment and then said in a clear voice. "You know what I want."

"You think you deserve that - you think you worth that?"

"I'm trying to be."

Levy paused a moment or two - watching my wife's face. Finally he decided. "Fuck it - get your treat if you ready."

Hazel moved back to him and swiftly had his cock out of his trousers again. This time she didn't drop her head down to suck him Instead she held his big cock in position so that she could straddle him and lower herself down onto him.

She didn't care that she was on a dirty old bit of waste ground. She didn't care that she was almost naked and fucking a Black man in public. She didn't care that Juke and Tony were both right there, watching through the open doors of the 4x4. She didn't care that she was off her birth control and taking him bare. Or perhaps she did care about that last part - perhaps that was why she needed it so much and so bad.

"UUUUggggghhhh," she moaned and her legs quivered as she pushed herself down onto him, felt his strong Black cock claiming every part her white pussy. Her sex was very ready to be claimed, wet and welcoming. His hands grasped her hips, regulating and determining her movements as she rode him.

There was the click and fizzle of a lighter and a cigarette being lit. That had to be Juke - enjoying the show.

"Little whore looks fucking hot, fucking banging!" That was Tony - suddenly sounding much more London than his previous mid-Atlantic tones.

"Yeah - watch yo'self with oyibo like that one. Unless you want child support chasing you. Seen the likes of her before..." Juke blew out a long stream of blue-tinged smoke. "Once they get it that bad they don't think about nothing but getting Black cock."

Hazel was working hard, her skin flushed and her breath coming in long ragged gasps. Lifting herself again and again, pushing herself down onto Levy's hard dick time after time.

Levy's hand almost casually found her breast, squeezing the pale flesh roughly before his fingers found her piercing and tugged. "That right little bitch - you got the fever, you need that nigga cock, that nigga nut, that nigga baby in your belly."

Hazel howled, her voice strong and strident. Her body shook and her legs and arms seemed to lose their power. Levy pushed his body up and out of the vehicle's door - his hands holding her before him. He turned and laid her on the front seat, a determined look on his face. Then standing next to his vehicle he hooked her legs up and onto his shoulders. Her pussy was left vulnerable and open to him. He didn't hesitate but rammed his big Black cock home into his property. It was hard and fast and very deliberate. No-one there or watching could ever have doubted what the conclusion would be. Levy was in no mood to pull out.

Finally he pushed home almost viciously, a motion then repeated another three times. Hazel squealed, trying to kick her legs out of Levy's strong grip. It didn't work. She wasn't going anywhere. She'd wanted his nut and now he was making sure that she was getting it all, just as deep as he could plant his potent African seed.

When he was satisfied Levy finally pulled out. He wasn't finished with her though. His hand cupped her pussy, his fingers working her clit.

"That how it is little bitch? You like fucking out here, you like getting bred in front of Black strangers? You like showing what a slut you are?" His hand moved quickly while his other almost casually held her in place. She bucked and shifted and squealed but he wasn't letting her go. Finally, she howled out her orgasm and liquid sprayed out of her pussy and onto the neglected asphalt.

"Damn - only seen that in porn before. She really is a dirty little whore." Tony's voice had a tinge of wonder about it. I wondered if he was already hard again. It'd all been too much for me a while back but I couldn't take my eyes off the screen.

Levy casually wiped his fingers on Hazel's top, plucked from where she had discarded it. "Plenty say that getting them off like that helps make sure they're knocked up. Might be true - can't hurt anyway."

Hazel was laid back, still breathing hard, her eyes wide and staring. Could she believe what had just happened? Had she thought she could simply excite Levy with her fertility? Was she only now understanding the possible implications?