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 UTR

   (MF, wife, intr, prost)

   ***

   Candice looked at herself in the bathroom mirror, barely recognizing the
woman staring back.  The makeup, the red lipstick, the skin tight black
dress, all of it tramped up like she had never seen herself before.  She
could hear Devon outside, pouring them a drink.  She would need it. 
Washing her hands, she realized she had left on her wedding and engagement
rings.  She forced herself not to cry as she slipped them off and tucked
them into her purse.  How had she let him talk her into this?

   Beside her purse lay an envelope.  She opened it and pulled out a stack
of twenties.  She didn't count it.  It felt dirty in her hands somehow, and
she just stuffed it in her purse.  It was supposed to be two hundred
dollars, more than she made in three day's working the front desk at a
fitness center.  That was on top of the hundred he had already given her as
a "down payment." All in return for the next hour of her life.

   It wasn't supposed to be like this.  She had left college early to marry
Erik, her high school sweetheart, earning the scorn of their parents in the
process.  He had graduated and landed a job with a solar energy startup in
Memphis.  It took them three hours away from their families, alienating
them further, but the pay was excellent.  She was going to finish her
degree in Memphis, but when solar companies started to crash in 2012 his
went down with the rest.  He managed to find a job with a local utility,
but at less than a third of his previous pay.  Candice had to give up going
back to school, taking a desk job at a fitness club to help pay the rent.
Even with that it wasn't enough.

   Their marriage had suffered, with almost every night ending with an
argument over money.  No matter what they each gave up, there still was not
enough to cover their expenses, and the balance on their credit card began
to creep up slowly.  Despite the bad pay, her job at the gym at least kept
the lights on and food in the fridge.  It also led her to Devon, and to
what she was about to do.

   Devon had befriended her shortly after she started working at the gym.
He was a personal trainer, one of the more popular ones, always with a
steady stream of women booking time with him.  He had played college
basketball, and had even played professionally in Europe for a couple years
before being sidelined by a knee injury.  He still retained the physique of
an athlete, and exuded the confidence to match.  She found him attractive,
and judging by his clientele at the gym she wasn't the only white woman to
think so.  She had a feeling he was fucking at least three of his clients
on the side, just from how they acted when they were with him in the gym.
She had never dated a black man before, and had wondered on more than one
occasion what she would have done had she not been married.

   She was in charge of scheduling the trainers at the gym, and every
morning he would chat with her for a few minutes when he came to pick up
his list of clients.  Their friendship had grown quickly, and soon she had
started to confide in him.  He had listened sympathetically on multiple
occasions as she had vented her frustrations about money.  One particularly
bad week she had said something about being desperate for some extra money
to fix the broken air conditioner in her car.  That was when he made his
move.

   He came by the desk after his last appointment and asked her if she
could meet him at the coffee shop next door when she got off work to talk
about a business proposition.  She agreed, hoping he was going to point her
to some other jobs.  What he offered instead shocked her to the core.  She
had joined him in the shop as soon as her shift finished, sitting next to
him on a small couch in the corner.  He was surprisingly direct.  She had
been too stunned at his boldness to remember his exact words, but his
meaning was clear; he would help her out financially, in return for sex. 
Her mouth had gone dry, and her heart was pounding, but she couldn't think
of a thing to say.

   "Just think about it.  Just so you know I am serious, here is something
to help you out now, no strings attached." Devon said, and laid a plain
white envelope down beside her.  "I will give you another two hundred if
you say yes.  My phone number is inside."

   He then walked out, leaving her alone with her thoughts.  She had sat
there for a long time, occasionally touching the envelope with trembling
fingers.  She had almost walked away, leaving it behind.  In the end, her
desperation won out, and she had slipped it in her purse and walked out to
her car with tears running down her cheeks.  She had called him the
following night, and now, two days later stood there in the bathroom of a
hotel room preparing herself for him.

   Candice stepped out of the bathroom and Devon turned to her, already
shirtless, and handed her a drink.

   "You look amazing Candice.  I'm glad you came.  You seemed so nervous on
the phone I thought you would cancel."

   All she could do was take the drink from him and smile.  Her heart
pounded.  On the drive over the reality of it all was starting to crush in
on her, and she almost turned the car around in the parking lot.  Part of
her still wanted to turn and run to the door, but the Xanax she had taken
earlier was starting to kick in, making it seem like a movie.  A movie
where a beautiful blonde wife was about to become a black man's whore.  She
let him lead her over to the bed, and he sat down on the end facing her.

   "You've never done anything like this before have you?"

   She shook her head no.

   He put his hands on her hips, and gently began to explore her body,
sliding up and down her side, down her legs, and then to her ass, pulling
her close.  He was tall, and her chest brushed against his face.  She
gasped, feeling her nipples begin to strain against her bra, firm and
tender.

   "I've been thinking about this since I met you." He said, moving his
hands up to her shoulders and slipping the straps of her dress down over
her shoulders.  Reflexively she crossed her arms, but he pushed them to her
side, letting her dress slip down around her ankles.  Her bra and panties
covered more than some of her bikinis, but she felt more exposed than she
had ever been.

   His hands were on her breasts now, caressing them through the lace of
her bra, making her nipples rock hard.  He slipped one hand behind her
back, expertly snapping open her bra with his fingers.  As her bra fell off
her shoulders he leaned in to first kiss then suck her nipples with the
skill of someone who had done this many times.  An unexpected jolt of
pleasure radiated down her spine.  Almost involuntarily she had her hand on
the back of his head, pulling him in close to her.  The scratchy feel of
his tight curls was another new, almost erotic sensation, one that she had
wondered about many times before when talking to him at the gym.  She
realized then that she would likely have fucked him for free, if he had
come on to her before.

   Devon stood and pulled her close, leaning in to kiss her.  She turned
away, not quite ready for this level of intimacy, and he kissed her on the
cheek and neck.  She heard the zipper on his pants, and looked down as he
slid off his jeans.  The first black cock she had ever seen popped out of
his boxers.

   "Oh my God!" she gasped.  She had heard the rumors of course, but she
realized she had never even seen a porno before.  The sight of his black
shaft, as long as and almost as big around as a beer bottle, was beyond
anything she had ever imagined.

   Mesmerized, Candice knelt down on the rumpled mess of her dress and bra
on the floor.  She took his cock in her hand, feeling the heat throb under
her fingers, and stroked him a few times as her hand became slippery with
his pre-cum.

   She finally began to lick tip of his cock, the salty taste of his
pre-cum filling her mouth.  She had given her husband plenty of blowjobs,
and she actually enjoyed the feel and taste of his cock in her mouth. 
Devon was different, saltier and more virile, almost overwhelming at first.
She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him in to take him deep into her
mouth.  Saliva poured into her mouth, turning his cock slick.  She would
have had her husband's entire cock in her mouth at this point, but Devon
was only halfway in.  She worked him deeper until he hit the back of her
throat, causing her to gag.  She backed off, coughing, and spit poured down
her chin and onto her breasts.  She took him again and again, working him
deeper into her throat until she could feel her nose brush against his
pubic hair when she went down.

   Suddenly Devon stiffened, and for a second she thought he was going to
cum in her throat.  Instead he slowly pushed her mouth off his cock and
turned her face up to him "Stand up, I'm gonna fuck you."

   Candice complied, as if his slave.  Her mind was detached, but her body
had given itself over to him, even craved to finally feel him inside of
her.

   He laid her on her back with her ass at the edge of the bed, then
slipped his fingers under her panties, sliding them off.  She lifted her
legs up to allow him to slip them off her legs.  He dropped them on the bed
next to her face, and she noticed the crotch was soaked.  She dropped her
feet to the floor, Devon kneeling before her and pushing her knees open to
reveal her wetness.

   "Goddamn, that's a fine white pussy." Devon said, admiring her for a
while as she anticipated his touch.  At last he leaned in, savoring her
aroma before licking up her slit with his tongue, gently swirling around
her clit.

   Candice moaned, arching her back as his tongue sent electric pulses
through her body.  Her moans became louder, nearly screams, before he
finally pulled away.  She lay there gasping as he stood and pushed his
shaft toward her wetness.  She bad brought condoms in her purse, but before
she could think to stop him he was already pushing his cock into her.  She
cried out, first in surprise, then in pain as he steadily penetrated her.
Halfway in she clamped her legs tight from the pain.  He paused, sliding
back a little before pushing in a little deeper than before.

   It took him several strokes before her body accommodated to his size,
and she cried out with every one.  Her mind was focused on the new
sensations from deep in her womb as he banged against her cervix whith
every thrust.  The pack of rubbers in her purse was long forgotten.  He
lifted her legs up from the floor, holding them apart with his arms under
her knees.  This rotated her ass up a little, giving him deeper access to
her stretched hole.  She looked down, watching as his shaft slid in and out
of her, covered in her wetness.

   Her orgasm hit so fast she barely felt it coming on.  She writhed on the
bed as he continued to thrust into her.  "Oh shit!  Oh my fucking God!" she
cried out, then screamed in ecstasy as her body shook.

   Deveon lifted her off the bed, still inside her, then turned and sat
with her on top.  "Damn you feel good, now show me how you can fuck that
black cock."

   She positioned herself over him and began to slide up and down his
shaft. From this angle his cock rode against the front of her cunt,
touching the g-spot she never even knew she had.  Each thrust sent deep
jolts of pleasure through her, causing her to ride him faster and deeper.
Her blonde hair flew wildly, sticking to her sweaty face.  Her tits bounced
rhythmically, Devon occasionally pulling her close to lick and suck as she
fucked him.  She would have came again, but Devon beat her to it, grasping
her waist and pulling her down firmly on his cock.  It felt like he swelled
inside her before he began to pulsate, filling her with load after load. 
When he finished he held her there on his cock for some time, still firm
inside her.  When at last slid out as she lay down beside a rush of hot
sticky liquid ran down her thigh and onto the bed.

   They lay there silently for several minutes, catching their breath. 
Candice's mind reeled at what she had done.  With all the adrenaline the
Xanax had started to wear off.  Her marriage vows were long broken.  The
cum of a black man she barely knew oozed from her pussy.  The word
prostitute raced over and over again in her head.

   "Why me Devon?"

   "What do you mean?"

   "You seem to have plenty of women at the gym.  I see how they throw
themselves at you, even the married ones.  You are fucking some of them
aren't you?"

   "Yeah, a few.  Most are teases, but I get my share." He replied with an
air of pride that somehow avoided sounding like bragging.

   "Then why pay me?  Why not just make a move and try to get it for free?"


   "That's complicated.  Partly it's that you needed the money.  Don't tell
me you didn't.  Partly it's that I have been wanting to fuck you since you
first walked into the gym, and the other day I saw an opportunity.  The
main reason though I don't want to talk about right now."

   "Why not?"

   "Let's just say that if you get home and don't freak out about all of
this, and you are still talking to me when I see you Monday, then I'll know
you are ready to hear the rest.  OK?"

   "OK." Candice said, reluctantly.

   "Now go get cleaned up get home before I get horny again.  I didn't
bring any money for another hour."

   That last part stung, but she tried not to show it.  She gathered her
things and stepped into the bathroom.  She showered quickly, washing as
much semen from her thighs as she could.  She dried off and slipped on her
panties, feeling their dampness as she slid them on.  She finished
dressing, then turned to pick up her purse.  She took out the envelope,
finally counting the money inside.  Two hundred dollars, all there.  She
tucked the envelope deep inside her purse, then pulled out her rings.  She
paused, looking at the strange woman in the mirror, and wondered if she
even deserved to wear them again.  She finally slid them on.

   By the time she had dressed and stepped out into the room Devon was
gone. No awkward goodbyes to worry about at least.

   Driving home, her mind obsessed over how she would be able to face Erik
tonight.  More so she obsessed about what Devon would have to say to her on
Monday.

   To Be Continued...
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