Chapter 1
Blacked –Vol. 2
The BBC Bandits Series
By Vera Payne
Copyright 2020 Vera Payne Editions
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CH 3 – ending
He came, electricity coursing through his veins, and felt his cum gushing out like wild torrent and the spasms of pleasure convulsed his body and took him into a void where nothing existed except him and this pretty blond cunt that he had taken possession of. Leroy cried out loud carried on pumping his load into her until every drop of him had been poured into her. At last, he stopped.
He opened his eyes and looked at the doll. She was hardly moving at all; he touched a strand of blonde hair that was handing over her eyebrow and she came about.
‘I … I think I fainted,’ she admitted.
‘Yeah, it was totally epic.’
‘It was … hmmmm quite a roller-coaster,’ she admitted.
‘To be repeated?’ he asked
She let him linger a bit couldn’t keep the wide smile from her face for long.
‘Oh yea, Anytime, my black bull.’
‘What about me?’ asked a tiny voice at the door
‘What the fuck?’ growled Leroy as he stood up and reached for the door oblivious of his naked body and all manners of bodily fluids streaking it.
He opened the door with a wild jerk and there was Kat, an innocent smile on her face.
CH 4 - Katsumi
‘Kat! What on earth are you doing, sneaking up on us?’, asked Megan visibly upset by the unexpected intrusion. Despite all her libertine affectations, she didn’t look kindly to be spied upon. Her eyes glinted hard as diamonds as she stared fiercely at the Asian woman.
‘Oh Megs. It’s not what you think.’ She felt honestly guilty and ashamed of having been discovered, like a prying child, in that position. ‘I was worried, and Stephanie has left quite a while back. So, I was idle and decided to follow you in here…Then I heard you talk to him, the things you said, and I don’t know what came into me. I am so sorry.’
The pert little face cringed, and the eyes turned suddenly all misty under the unrelenting gaze of her friend. Leroy had leaned, easy and relaxed, into the door frame a wry smile on his mouth, clearly enjoying this little scene.
‘And how long have you been here?’
‘The questioning isn’t over,’ reflected Leroy to himself silently.
Kat blushed and stayed mum; the silence as explicit as any response she could have conjured up.
Megan came out of her wrath and realised that she was stark naked with fluids of all kind running down her body. She flushed slightly and bent down to pick up her clothes scattered haphazardly across the room, another indication, if any was needed, of the frantic sex happening just a few minutes ago.
‘So, what do you want?’, asked Leroy bluntly.
‘Well, it’s kind of delicate, you, you know…’, stammered the Asian woman, her strikingly beautiful almond face reddening at the thoughts racing in her mind.
‘Would you want me to leave. Kat?’ asked Megan.
‘It would be better. Would you mind, Megs? I will speak to you later. Promise. So sorry.’
Maybe it was the apparent contrition or just that that the waves of lust were ebbing away, Megan felt that she wanted to be away. She had gotten what she was looking for and she had been satisfied. Later surely, she would want a repeat. But for now, she only wanted home and a hot bath to soak her body in for hours with some wine at hand. She smiled sweetly and walked out on them, her crimson high heels dangling carelessly at her wrists.
‘Okay, little one,’ growled Leroy. ‘What’s the secrets about?’
Katsumi’s eyes shot to the floor under the intense gaze of the big black fellow, still naked and not in the least bothered by his huge genitals hanging so close to her.
‘It’s this fantasy I read about, and I wanted to, you know, experience it. Maybe you can help.’
‘Maybe. Come on. Spit it out. I don’t have the fricking all day.’
‘Well…can you organise a fake home invasion?’
‘A what? Home invasion. Do y’mean getting burglared? What’s your deal, lady?’
‘Yes, but it’s not only that…you would also use this opportunity to take advantage of me, all alone and everything. I will be by myself.’
‘Fuck. You wanna be boned by robbers?’, he laughed, voice coarse and unforgiving, as he imagined the scene.
‘Hmhm.’
‘Wow. I suppose I could get something goin’ but it’s gonna cost you a bit. And how do I ensure that I don’t end up in jail?’
‘I could sign a declaration of some kind?’
Leroy though for a short while and shook his head.
‘No, no, I would have rather have a video of you commissioning this little charade. Let’s do it now.’
‘Now?’
Leroy’s eyes rolled up and down.
‘I got no time to waste, my little minx.’
‘But…I am not prepared for this.’
‘Tough luck. I am,’ he replied whipping out a cheap smartphone from his crumpled pants. ‘And…action!’
Katsumi breathed in deeply, summoning the remnants of her rapidly disintegrating resolve and wondering rather late whether this wasn’t an absurdly bad idea, after all. She looked into the camera.
‘I, Katsumi Wallace, of sound body and mind, am asking Leroy Mitchell to simulate a house invasion followed by pseudo forced sex. I am confirming that this is being done at my behest and that no liability should ensue to him as a result.’
‘Spoken like a true lawyer...’ the ex-convict smirked.
‘I hope it’s enough?’
‘Dunna. Will run though some dudes to check and will let you know if ok or not.’
‘All right, well goodbye.’
‘Yeah. Beat it now.’
CH 5 - Katsumi
Later that night, her cell phone chimed with an incoming call. Richard was still away on diplomatic travel in South America and as usual in his absence, the huge mansion was eerily quiet almost to the point of being suffocating. Kat had laid camp in the furthermost recess of the residence, a small but cosy guest room with comforting blue tones. It was a welcome reprieve from the immense dull-grey master bedroom and its canopy bed.
She muted the television show she was watching from bed and picked up her phone from the African blackwood night table. The screen indicated that the number was a blocked one but she felt she had to answer regardless.
‘Good evening, little minx. It’s me.’
There was little doubt as to who the night caller was. The deep baritone-like voice of Leroy is not one that you would forget easily.
‘Oh, hi Leroy, how did you get my number? I didn’t think you would reach out so quickly.’
‘Yeah whatever,’ came the typically sour reply. ‘It’s not as if my diary is so full at the moment, the only socialising I am in is with my parole officer.’ He guffawed to himself amused with his own wit. ‘Regarding our little affair, it’s on but like I told ya, these gigs don’t come cheap, eh. If you want a proper job done, we’ll need additional manpower.’
He chuckled again.
‘Ok. What do you have in mind? Money is not an issue.’
‘Wish I could say the same. We are probably gonna be three and it will cost you fifty grand in total. Do you know have that kind of cash at home? I regret but the company doesn’t accept credit cards for the moment.’
She could see him smirking at the other end of the line but that didn’t matter. She wanted this. Badly.
‘Yeah sure. I have it here. When is it planned for?’
The line went dead. She shrugged and got up from under the covers. She checked the door to the external veranda that overlooked the manicured to the rose garden below. It was a pointless precaution as the doors were automatically locked as she activated the home protection alarm system in the evening. It was impossible to someone to get in without setting off the alarm and alerting the security guard on duty at his gatepost.
That quick conversation left her jumpy though and she felt she needed a quick shower before switching off for the night. As she undressed in the en-suite bathroom, she paused to gaze t her reflection in the body-length mirror. She liked what she saw. The private coaching gym sessions had kept her toned and fit. True, she was not of impressive build as most Japanese women were. But she had generous yet graceful curves throughout; firm, free-falling breasts adorned with lovely golden-brown areolas, a waterboard tummy with a delicate diamond-studded navel, sleek thighs and slender legs.
Her pubes were lovely – a little crop of carefully sculpted black hair springing out cutely from a perky mound. She thought what she had on offer would be enough for Richard to want to stay home more often or at least reduce the frequency of his trips, but he seemed to have also married the diplomatic corps and it was clear that she was not winning the battle against this invisible foe.
She sighed helplessly and steeped into the steaming bathtub, knowing the warm and bubbly water would soon take the sweet-sour melancholic thoughts away.…
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