Sherri's hands were trembling as she removed the cassette from the video recorder. She could not decide what she should do about it. After thinking for a few minutes, she decided she would show it to her best friend, Lana, and get her opinion. She slipped the cassette into her purse.
Sherri was the night manager at the supermarket where Travis and Jerome worked. She was an attractive 38 year-old blonde woman with a nice smile and a pleasant personality. She had been raised in rural Tennessee but had moved to Nashville when she married at age 17. Despite her divorce, she had remained in Nashville, where she had raised her twin sons. Her boys were now away, one in college and the other in the Navy, so Sherri was left with an empty nest at the neat, well-tended trailer she owned on a five-acre wooded lot outside Nashville.
Sherri had married young. During her last two years of high school, she had been quite sexually active, mostly with older men. Her ex-husband had been ten years older than Sherri when she got pregnant by him. At the time, both Sherri and her husband had thought they were in love and the marriage would last forever. But, looking back, Sherri now realized she had been far to young to be a mother and her ex-husband too immature to care for a family. He hadn't been abusive or cheated on her, but he preferred drinking beer with his fishing buddies to the company of his young family. After eight years, the marriage failed.
On her own at age 25 with twin boys to raise, Sherri went to work. A single mom with limited skills and worked a series of menial, minimum wage jobs to support her family. She had sometimes worked two jobs at once because the pay was so meager. She had worked as a convenience store clerk, motel housekeeper, and a cashier. Nine years ago, she had landed a good-paying union job at the supermarket and had worked her way up to night manager. Three years ago, using her savings and a small inheritance, she had bought some rural property and a double-wide trailer.
Sherri was proud of her accomplishments, especially because she had achieved everything through her own efforts. But raising a family and working had left little time for a social life. Her life had revolved almost exclusively around her boys and her job. When her boys entered high school, she had discreetly resumed dating. She found the pickings slim, and although she had a few sexual encounters with the men she dated, she felt unfulfilled.
As she grew older, her sexual appetite had increased and her fantasies became more varied. She often fantasized about being with another woman. Her other fantasies included interracial sex, orgies, bondage, sex with younger men and being serviced by multiple men. Some of these fantasies became real when she met Lana, but she still wanted more than lesbian sex. Last year, when her boys left home, she had joined a local swing club but she found that she had little in common with the other members, who were mostly couples. The single men there left her cold and she had attended only one party there and left early and alone. Unless she was with Lana, she satisfied herself with her vibrator.
Sherri sat down at her desk and thought about what she had witnessed on the security monitor. She had reconnected the security camera in the break room because she suspected that her two youngest employees, Travis and Jerome were smoking marijuana in there. She didn't want to fire the two boys because they were the two best workers on her shift. They worked hard, never complained, always showed up on time and required little supervision. She appreciated those qualities because it left her with more time to complete the supermarket's paperwork - which was the main job of the night manager - and devote herself to the employees who required intense supervision. They usually finished their tasks early and spent the rest of their shift goofing off in the break room. Sherri didn't care about the goofing off, but she didn't want them smoking dope on the supermarket's property and she thought that if she caught them on tape they would stop.
But Sherri had witnessed more than Travis and Jerome just smoking a joint, and what she saw had aroused her sexual appetites. When she first saw what the boys were doing, she was tempted to lock the door and masturbate. Instead, she would show the tape to Lana and seek her opinion.
Lana was a black woman a year older than Sherri. She worked at a mortgage company as a loan officer, which was where she met Sherri when she helped arrange Sherri's mortgage. Lana had grown up in upstate New York and had gone to a state university there. She had dated frequently and enjoyed an active sex life. After graduation, Lana married one of the university's star football players and took a job at a bank in Rochester, where the couple resided. Her husband planned to play professional football, but an early injury ended his career. He was uninterested in finding another career, and the marriage soon turned abusive. Her husband often drank excessively and sometimes beat her. Lana fled the marriage, filed for divorce and moved to Nashville, where she found work at a mortgage company. She never looked back, and had now lived in Nashville for twelve years.
In many ways, Lana and Sherri were opposites. Lana was a college-educated professional while Sherri was hadn't finished high-school. Sherri had raised a family while Lana was uninterested in children. Sherri tended to dress casually, wearing sweatshirts and jeans that concealed her attractive figure while Lana dressed elegantly, with a vast wardrobe of tops and skirts that accentuated every curve of her body, and had a large collection of jewelry. Sherri lived in a rural double-wide while Lana lived in an upscale Nashville condo.
Lana had expensive tastes and she indulged them. Her job paid well, but Lana supplemented her income. By night, she was a professional dominatrix. She didn't work through an agency and she didn't advertise her services.
When Lana moved to Nashville she started dating, meeting businessmen and other professionals in the better bars and clubs in Nashville. One night a businessman propositioned her. Lana had never received or even considered such a proposal before, but when the man put forth his specific request, she agreed. The man wanted her to tie him up, whip him and orally copulate him. Lana discovered she enjoyed assuming a sexually dominant and abusive role. She had a creative imagination and soon found that she was very good at such activities. Lana turned a fetish into a business.
Over time, Lana developed a selective clientele of upscale businessmen and professionals, male and female, who paid well for her services. She sometimes climaxed while applying sexual torment and humiliation to a bound and restrained client. Because she enjoyed what she did, she was good at it and her services were often in demand with her well-heeled clients. Lana shared a well-furnished dungeon in an apartment she rented with another dominatrix. Although Lana sometimes did doubles with her business partner, their relationship was strictly professional and they didn't socialize.
When Lana met Sherri, she became friends with the pretty, cheerful white woman. One night at Lana's apartment, Sherri told Lana of her sexual frustrations. That night, Lana seduced her and introduced her to her world of kinky sex. Sherri obtained tremendous satisfaction from her submissive role with Lana, but hesitated to expand her limits despite Lana's urgings.
Sherri's shift was almost over. Before she went home she picked up the phone and called Lana, hoping to catch her before she left for work. When Lana answered, Sherri asked her to come over on Sunday evening, one of Sherri's nights off. Lana agreed.
Two days later, Lana sat at the table in Sherri's kitchen in the early evening. Lana was well dressed, wearing a cream-colored blouse buttoned at the neck that emphasized her full breasts, and a dark skirt. She liked good clothes and always dressed well, while Sherri favored more casual attire. They were drinking coffee and discussing Sherri's dilemma at work. Lana, Sherri's long-time lover, had watched the video of Travis, Jerome and Brenda in the break room. Lana was smoking a cigarette, holding it elegantly between her manicured fingers. Her Italian leather overnight bag rested next to her chair.
"Lana, I don't want those boys smoking dope at work," Sherri explained, studying Lana's face. "But I can't confront them with that tape."
"Why not?" Lana asked.
"I...I don't know," Sherri stammered. "Maybe they'll get in trouble. Besides," Sherri added, looking down, "it's embarrassing."
"So what do you think you should do?" Lana asked.
"Well," Sherri replied, looking up again, "the way I see it I should just fire them." Lana snorted.
"You don't want those boys to get in trouble but you're going to fire them?" Lana asked Sherri. "That's not trouble?"
"So what do you think I should do?" Sherri asked, again studying Lana's expression. Lana toyed with her cigarette briefly before answering.
"Invite them here some night," Lana finally responded.
"What!" Sherri exclaimed, a shocked expression on her face. "Why should I do that?"
"Look, Sherri," Lana said, stubbing out her cigarette. "Let's be honest. This isn't about those boys smoking dope. You really want to have sex with them. Admit it."
"I couldn't do that!" Sherri exclaimed. "They work for me! They're half my age! It just wouldn't work."
"But you want to. You want to take them both. Isn't that true?" Lana demanded. "You want them to work you over like that nasty girl on the tape." Lana's leaned across the table and her eyes locked with Sherri's. Her voice softened. "You've often told me you want a threesome with two bisexual men. I've even offered to set you up with a couple of my clients. So I know you want them. Invite them over." Lana had several bisexual clients. Sherri had always turned down Lana's offer, afraid she's meet somebody she knew.
"I couldn't do it," Sherri said, shaking her head.
"You want live out your fantasies, but you're afraid. That tape turned you on and that's why it's embarrassing. Admit it" Sherri looked down at her coffee cup. Lana had found her secret. Lana always found everybody's secrets.
"Yes," Sherri meekly admitted. "It turns me on every time I watch that tape. I masturbated while I watched Travis and Jerome with that girl." She looked at Lana again. "But I couldn't do it. I want to, but I can't ." Lana could see Sherri was getting turned on. She was feeling horny, too. Normally porn didn't arouse her, but the tape had made her crotch wet.
"We'll talk about it more later," Lana said. She smiled and started unbuttoning her blouse. "You've been a bad girl. I think you need a nice spanking. Go in the bedroom and get ready while I get dressed." Lana picked up her bag of toys and went to the guest bedroom.
The bedroom was illuminated only by candles, which flickered and gave a pleasant aroma of French vanilla. Lana had tied Sherri spread-eagled to the large bed. Her wrists and ankles were secured to the corners of the bed with black leather cuffs and she wore a black slave collar around her neck. Large silver clamps decorated her erect pink nipples. A pillow was under her ass. Sherri was watching Lana whip her shaved white pussy.
Lana stood at the foot of the bed. She was wearing black, calf-high stiletto boots, and a black leather bustier that pushed up her full breasts. She wore gold rings in her thick, pierced nipples, which glimmered in the dim light and emphasized her caramel breasts. A large, life-like black dildo, complete with simulated testicles, jutted obscenely from Lana's groin and was secured by a black leather harness. She aimed her black leather cat-o-nine tails at Sherri's exposed pussy and let fly.
Sherri groaned and writhed in ecstasy, straining at her restraints. Her pussy and nipples tingled, and the vibrating egg Lana had inserted in her oiled asshole was driving her wild. She loved it when Lana whipped her pussy, and she often orgasmed under Lana's skilled lash.
"I think you're almost ready," Lana said, laying aside her whip. She poured some baby oil on her black strap-on dildo and slowly stroked it, like a man stroking his cock, as she looked down at the horny, submissive white woman writhing on the bed. She walked to the side of the bed, still stroking her rubber cock and straddled Sherri's chest, laying her strap-on between Sherri's heaving white tits.. She removed Sherri's nipple clamps and massaged the thick pink nubs, pulling and squeezing.
"Oh fuck, that feels good, Mistress" Sherri panted. "Stretch out my nipples. I love it when you play with my titties. Make me suck your cock."
"You're really horny tonight," Lana said. "You only talk dirty when you're really turned-on." Sherri said nothing as Lana worked over her nipples. "Do you want me to fuck you?" Lana asked.
"Yes, Mistress," Sherri replied, squirming in her restraints underneath the black dominatrix. "Please fuck me."
"Not yet," Lana replied. She released Sherri's throbbing nipples and moved herself up on Sherri's chest. She grabbed Sherri's blonde hair with her left hand and offered her big black strap-on to Sherri's open mouth with her right hand. "Suck my cock," she hissed.
Sherri accepted the oily rubber cock in her mouth. She sucked hard on the head and wished it was real man-meat. Lana started a mouth-fucking motion with her hips, feeding more of her black strap-on into Sherri's mouth. She looked down at Sherri's bulging cheeks and closed eyes and knew the horny blonde was almost ready for a fuck. She reached back and fingered Sherri's gushing white pussy.
"Fuck me, Mistress," Sherri begged, releasing the rubber cock from her mouth. "Fuck me like that slut on the tape. I need that black cock in my pussy." Lana positioned herself at Sherri's pussy and slowly inserted her strap-on. Sherri came immediately, shouting filthy obscenities in the throes of her orgasm and humping herself against Lana's dildo. Sherri closed her eyes and imagined Jerome's young black cock was pounding her hot white pussy.
For the next hour, Lana fucked Sherri. She fucked Sherri while she was tied to the bed, their sweaty breasts slapping together, then whipped her again. She untied Sherri and made her ride the big black strap-on while Lana squeezed her breasts and sucked her nipples. Sherri begged for more. Lana called her a slut and slapped her tits. Lana turned her over, pulled the vibrating egg out of her oily ass and butt-fucked the submissive white woman while Sherri shamelessly fingered her clit and squealed with pleasure. Both women experienced multiple orgasms.
Later, Lana sat on the recliner in Sherri's living room sipping a glass of white wine and smoking a cigarette She removed her bustier and strap-on but still wore her stiletto boots. Sherri was kneeling between Lana's wide-spread caramel legs, her face planted in Lana's thick bush of neatly trimmed, but wiry black pubic hair. Sherri's hands were cuffed behind her back. The submissive white woman was completely naked except for the three clothes pins that adorned her nipples and clit. Lana smoked her cigarette and watched the 11:00 television news as Sherri gently lapped her chocolate pussy. Lana took a sip of wine and caressed Sherri's blonde hair. The television news switched to a commercial break.
"Look at me," Lana told Sherri, gently pulling on Sherri's blonde mane until their eyes met. "You're still thinking about those two nasty boys, aren't you?" Lana asked. "You've been thinking about Jerome's cock all night, haven't you? That's why you were so responsive tonight." It was a statement, not a question.
"Yes, Mistress," Sherri said, still licking Lana's black pussy. Another secret revealed.
"Invite them over," Lana said soothingly, looking directly into Sherri's blue eyes. "It's better this way. Otherwise you'll end up fucking those boys in that nasty break room which is what you don't want."
"But what can I tell them?" Sherri asked, lifting her face from Lana's sweet, chocolate pussy.
"I have a plan," Lana replied. "Stand up. Time for bed." Lana removed the clothes pins and massaged Sherri's aching nipples and clit. She shuddered and cummed again as Lana massaged her tender parts.
"Oh, fuck, Mistress," Sherri moaned as Lana unlocked her wrists.
"Invite them over," Lana said as she massaged Sherri's aching white breasts with her skilled black hands. Lana reached between Sherri's legs and thumbed her clit as she pulled her blonde head against her full black breasts. Sherri closed he eyes and bit her lip.
"But what do I tell them?" Sherri asked.
"This is what you do," Lana said as she cupped Sherri's chin, which was smeared with Lana's juices. "You wanted some of that extra furniture moved out to the shed. Tell them you need some help. All three of you are off on Sundays. Invite them over next Sunday." Sherri hesitated. "Don't worry, I'll be here. Besides," Lana whispered, leaning close to Sherri's face, "I want to fuck that white boy, Travis."
"If you'll be here I'll do it." Sherri finally said softly. "Good," Lana said, releasing Sherri's chin. Now go draw a bath so you can wash me before we go to bed."
On Wednesday, Sherri called Lana and told her the boys would be at her house on Sunday afternoon.