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Subject: {ASSM} A String of Pearls by Largo Scuro (interracial, cock worship, slut wife)
Date: Thu, 20 Jul 2000 06:10:01 -0400
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A STRING OF PEARLS

The petite young Oriental woman worked the oil into the black man's back with 
her slender fingers. He was the last customer of the day and though she 
couldn't wait to call it quits, Kim didn't exactly mind massaging his strong 
sinewy back. For a split second she fantasized she was working in one of the 
massage parlors you find downtown. Where the girls do a little more then just 
loosen you up. But the moment was fleeting. She actually felt bad for the 
girls who worked at those places. Demoralizing themselves for money. Not that 
she and David didn't need money right now more than ever. Not only was she 
starting her first year in an American college, she and her fiance had just 
put a down payment on a condo in Silver Lake. They planned to move in 
immediately following the wedding, which was merely days away now. David 
already had a decent paying job but they decided she needed to work too, and 
start right away. Since Jen had been trained as a masseuse back in Korea 
setting up a parlor in their apartment seemed like the logical choice. She 
wouldn't have to lug the table around with her. And besides they didn't have 
a second car.

She moved down to the black man's muscular legs, glancing for a moment at the 
towel around his waist. His firm round buttocks stuck up like bubbles. She 
thought of David's nonexistent rearend in contrast. No contest there. She was 
struck with the fact that she had never checked out the buttcheeks on a man's 
behind before. But the ones on this black man sure were appealing. She mused 
for a second how nice they'd be to hold onto, then stopped herself --

"Stop that Kim", she imagined her mother saying, "Ladies do not think dirty."

Her mother's voice did that a lot. Popped into her head like a Pavlovian 
bell. Jen was raised in Soeul, Korea, the youngest of five girls. She and her 
sisters grew up under their mother's intense scrutiny, disciplined heavily 
for even the mildest form of inappropriate behavior. They were expected to 
talk, dress, eat, act and think like perfect ladies. It's a wonder any of 
them were allowed to look at boys. Kim did not even go out on a date until 
she twenty. But it was worth the wait. David was a sweet kind man and a few 
months after that first date, when he proposed to her, she immediately 
accepted. She was grateful to him for saving her from spinsterhood. Her 
mother was not happy that he was American but his parents were both from 
Korea so she supposed he had hope, thought she still thought his manners were 
"deplorable." She found David to be the most easy going man she'd ever met. 
Mother's manners were the deplorable ones. Indeed it was more than 
spinsterhood David was saving Kim from. She had finally bid Korea and her 
difficult mother good-bye last month and moved out to LA. They were still 
going to fly back to Soeul next weekend for the wedding- which mother was 
planning meticulously- but beyond that Kim felt as a if a burden had been 
taken off her back. Now if she could only get the woman's voice out of her 
head! "Not very likely --" Jen's mother seemed to say.

"You've got good hands --" a real voice said. The black man's. She looked down 
at his face. His head was resting on a massive forearm, eyes closed. She 
hadn't really gotten a good look at him when he came in but she noticed now 
he was a very handsome man.

"Thank you," Jen spoke in her thick Korean accent. David had started teaching 
her English two hours every night without fail since the day she accepted his 
proposal. He was a great teacher. "Someone should teach David to tuck his 
shirt in," her mother's voice chimed in. Jen caught herself almost saying: 
"Oh shut up, mom."

Her mind got back to the task at hand. Jen now had the one the man's mighty 
calves in her palms. She found a kink and worked it out. She wondered what he 
did. She thought it must involve some physical exertion. Personal trainer 
maybe? He certainly had a body to show for it. She slid both hands along one 
leg, starting down at the ankle, easing up to mid-thigh. Amazing how a 
professional masseuse can spend all day touching other people in intimate 
places and remain completely un-sensual . She had done this to several other 
people this day and not once did she feel sexually aroused. Not until now. 
This black body was looking more and more beautiful with every touch. She 
contained her carnal feelings well enough, but she knew she'd probably be 
thinking about this man on her honeymoon. "You're already starting to think 
like an American," oh -- mother again, "With all their strippers and their peep 
shows. Snap out of it and just do your work!" Mother was right. She had to 
keep working without any further distractions. She and David will have a 
mortgage soon and this man's money won't hurt the cause.

Jen finally finished up. "All set," she said. "Cash, check or charge?" David 
had drilled those three magic words into her head on their first lesson.

"I'm still feeling a little tension," the black man said, eyes still closed.

"Okay --" Jen worked her hands over his legs, then his back, didn't feel any 
kinks, "I'm sorry, I can't find it."

"It's really bothering me --" the black man said.

She moved her hand up to his neck. "Where is it?"

"Not there," the man said.

Jen finally gave up and removed her hands from his body. "Could you show me?" 
she asked.

He opened his eyes. "It's in front," he answered.

"Can I ask you to roll over please and show me where it is?" Jen asked, 
smiling politely.

"Sure," the black man said and did. He started to roll his gorgeous body over 
and when he was halfway round, the towel around his waist flew up in front, 
and up popped a dick so big, Jen nearly fainted. It was like nothing she had 
ever seen. A long thick erection, covered with pulsating veins, crowned by 
dark plum-like tip. It looked lethal. "Here it is," he said matter of factly, 
"I think it's gonna need a good rubdown, what do you think?"

Jen's mouth parted, but she was unable to speak. Her brain was still 
processing the image of this wonder cock towering before her. The thing was 
bobbing in front of him as he swung a leg off the table and leaned up. He 
pointed that thick black cannon right in her face.

"Come on, ho," the man said in an inviting voice. David had told her the word 
'ho' was a derogatory term. Jen didn't seem to mind when he said it.  "Work 
the kinks out of this hard muscle, you know you want to. Do it right I'll 
give you something special." 

Jen couldn't believe herself. She was actually evaluating the circumstances! 
Let's see, David would not be home for a few more hours. The neighbors 
weren't watching. And there really was no harm in just putting her hands on 
that astounding slab of black dickmeat. Was there? 

"Jen you need to call the cops now. This man is going to assault you!"

But the man was not acting the least bit aggressive. Just displaying an 
irresistible love tool, I mean, a nun would have trouble turning down an 
opportunity like this!

"You are engaged to be married!"

That was exactly it. Jen was going to be married. Forever. To David, who, 
while he was very nice and very giving, was nowhere near as big as this black 
superstud. Most American women get what is called a "bachelorette party" 
where they get a little crazy. Then they get married, settle down and have 
babies. This would be Jen's little "bachelorette party." Well little in one 
way, awfully big in another!

"Jen you are a filthy pig!"

Jen looked up at the man's face then back down at his monster dick. She 
licked her lips.

"He even called you a whore to your face and you did nothing! You are a 
disgrace."

(What would YOU do, mom? Would you have the guts to walk away from this 
magnificent penis?)

Silence. Absolute silence. Her mother's voice was gone -- All those years of 
etiquette, shattered by the sight of a powerful black cock.

Jen tried to suppress a smile as she reached out for it. 

"Ah-ah," he said stopping her before she could grab it. "Oil it up first."

She turned to get her bottle of oil and thought she had enough to oil up the 
whole thing. She then walked right up to that stunning black organ, popped 
the cap off the bottle and started pouring. She began at the balls and slowly 
worked her way up. About midway, her bottle emptied. She went back to the 
table and broke open a new one, picking up where she left off. Bathed in oil, 
the hardened black flesh glistened, almost blinding her. She finally got to 
the tip and tipped the bottle up, letting two or three droplets hit the "eye" 
of that enormous crown.

"So far so good," he said, "I think you're gonna get that bonus I told you 
about."

Jen couldn't believe her luck. A chance to handle a nice big dick and some 
extra cash to boot! Though she didn't show it, she felt deliciously naughty. 

The time had come. She gently placed her palms on it -- and wrapped her fingers 
around it. That as as much around as her fingers could reach. It was hot and 
smooth to the grip, pulsating with soul-shattering dominance. A black sword. 
She began running her hands up down its length, with firm strokes, always 
making sure to caress the head.

"You really like your work, don't you, ho?" the stud asked.

Jen nodded, never taking her eyes off this fantastic shlong. She worked her 
wrists, fingers and palms fluidly, deliberately, careful never to miss a spot.

"Say, nice engagement ring..." he commented. "When's the wedding, ho?"

To her own shock she didn't even feel a pang of guilt at the reference to her 
upcoming nuptials. Why should she? She was enjoying herself beyond her 
wildest dreams. "This weekend --" she muttered, staring at the tip of that 
spellbinding erection she was massaging.

"Congratulations --" the black man said. Then he sniffed the air and said, "I 
smell pussy juice. That you?"

Jen was shocked. She hadn't even realized it but her panties were soaked! 
This was unbelievable. Pleasing this stranger's big dick was arousing her in 
a way she'd never been before. And in the span of about ten minutes!

"Too bad I have an appointment to go to -- or I'd fill your little Asian cunt 
to the breaking point."

Jen could not believe she didn't protest the way this man was talking to her. 
She would. If she didn't enjoy the way this man was talking to her.

"You are definitely going to get that extra something I told you about," he 
moaned. "Want me to tell you what it is?"

She looked up at him and nodded.

"A string of pearls," he cooed with a smile.

So that's what this guy did for a living. He was a jeweler. Pearls weren't 
money, but they were something. Maybe she'd wear them at the wedding, 
wouldn't that be a hoot!

 "Now pick up the pace a little," the black man ordered,  "I got to jet outta 
here pretty soon."

She pulled up and down on it faster. This master prick was bigger than ever. 
She listened to the spanking noise her efforts were making: spank -- spank -- 
spank --

"Little faster," he told her.

Spank-spank-spank-spank. Her wrists beginning to ache. Looking down on that 
thing, it was hard for her to complain.

"Yeah. That's it, you hot little whore," he grinned. "You ready for your 
string of pearls?"

She nodded, never easing up on that big black driveshaft.

The black man took her head in both his hands and positioned her chin right 
over his swelling crown. That was when Jen suddenly realized what he'd meant 
by 'string of pearls.'

But it was too late.

The man squinted and gritted his teeth. "Ahhh, yeahhhhh, jack it nice and 
hard, ho!"

SPANK!SPANK!SPANK!SPANK!

Then Jen suddenly find herself directly over an erupting volcano. A thick jet 
of cum blasted her face and neck. Then another, which spat thick gob of cock 
juice right up her nose. Another hit her in the eye. And that throbbing 
member just kept cumming. Her face was getting covered with warm cock 
chowder. David never came like this. His tiny pecker just sort of dribbled a 
little bit. Nothing like the wet explosions coming from this beast. And just 
when she thought he was never going to stop, his enormous dick let out one 
more spasm emitting a droplet of semen which ran down its length. Jen slowed 
and finally stopped stroking.

While the man sighed in relief, Jen stood there, blinking incredulously, face 
and hands dripping wet with hot sticky cum. She tasted salt. It was dribbling 
into her mouth. 

"You like your string of pears, ho?"

The looked up at him in disbelief. "Yes. They are -- lovely."

He looked at her ears. "Looks like my cock even threw in a matching set of 
earrings. That was very generous of it don't you think?""

She leveled her gaze at that awesome spunk covered tower of manhood. It was 
beginning to soften now, and still unbelievably massive. "Yes. Very 
generous." 

"Then show your appreciation, ho. Clean up that mess. And I don't mean with a 
towel."

He palmed the top of her head and guided it down onto his creamy dick. She 
started licking all that jizz off. Cleaning the head, the neck, the balls, 
swallowing every drop she licked up. 

"That's it. Bitch, you are one nasty cock-lovin' cum swallowin' ho," the 
black man smiled.

As she licked her hands and fingers clean, he started throwing on his clothes.

"I'm gonna have to come back again, only this time I'm the one givin' you the 
massage. A very deep massage." 

"Anytime," she begged.

"I'm off to Hawaii on some personal business the next couple of weeks. Give 
you a call when I get back." The man threw his jacket over his shoulder. "So 
I figure that string of pearls covers your massage fee, right?"

Jen stood there, cum all over her face. Her will had been broken. Her dignity 
gone. She had just been mastered by this man's superior cock. All she could 
say was, "Sure."

The black man walked out the door, not even looking back. 

She walked over to a mirror on the wall and looked at herself in the 
reflection. She always resembled her mother. But she couldn't imagine her mom 
dressed in this "string of pearls." Jen smiled. She was free. 

So when the door opened, Jen didn't even flinch, just looked him right in the 
eye, and smiled, tasting the cum on her lips.

David walked in, "Hey, honey we need to just need to firm up some last minute 
wedding shit --" His voice trailed off when he saw her face. At first he seemed 
a little confused, then, his features darkened. But before he could say a 
word-

"Yes," she said in an authoritative voice that he was accustomed to hearing 
from his future wife. "We are not going to Paris on our honeymoon anymore --" 
She looked back in the mirror, admiring the mess on her face that black 
stud's super cock created. "We are going to Hawaii."

THE END

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