An intelligent plain-Jane, long strait hair and deliberately not wearing make-up to hide her beauty, that was Trish Landers' success in the Prosecutor's Office.  Coming across as stern and unrelenting, she got the defendants and their attorneys flustered and feeling that trial was eminent and thus forced to accept the terms of the plea deal being offered.  Getting a defendant to plead 'guilty' was just as good as winning a case in trial, preferred in fact at the Prosecutor's Office as then it allowed a prosecutor to handle a heavier case load.  It all made sense, especially on the bottom line, with many man-hours used when one had to prep for an upcoming trial.  Thus, Trish essentially led two differently lives, with only her husband knowing that the woman leaving in the house was the State's top plain-Jane prosecutor, really a beauty who had won a number of beauty pageants previously when growing up in a different state. 

Only when working an out-of-town case would she put her hair up and a bit of make-up to lessen her plain-Jane and harsh appearance, as that seemed to work better when getting things done elsewhere.  Having worked on an out-of-town case one day, checking into hotel she had booked, Trish was going over the case in preparation for the next day when there was a knock on the door and a male's voice saying 'Delivery'!  In walking to the door, the male's voice then said "Delivery from a Mr. Landers!", so Trish readily opened the door in thinking that her husband had sent her something and the hotel's bellhop was at the door with it.  But upon opening the door, Trish found that it was all a ruse ................................for she was confronted by an ex-con whom she had earlier convicted of a sex crime.

Forced back into the room, she heard the intruder say "It's payback time, bitch!"  Stripped of her clothing and forced up onto the bed on all fours, Trish felt him unpinning the back of her hair, letting it all fall about her face as she heard him say "Now that's how I's remember ya!"  Then she felt his large hands gripping her by the hips, his brutal thrust forward had her crying out "Eieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" as her petite body trembled from the pain of being brutally raped from behind, then heard her rapist gloat out "Gotcha, bitch!"  Another brutal thrust forward by the black bastard and Trish felt his testicles slap up against the back of her inner thighs.    

The wedding photo was put back on the mantle, then the photo of her winning a beauty pageant was brought down for her tormentor to gaze at, then he was looking towards her direction once again before commenting "Damn .....................it's you in these photos!  Straight hair - no make up - unflattering clothing, but that's all a front for the job, isn't it?  I's jist knew something didn't jive ..........................................yer gorgeous ...........................a real fuck'n beauty queen ................................caught me by surprise back at the hotel, shocked when I found myself with a real hottie on my hands ..............................and now I's know why!"  Now a second person had gained knowledge of her dual personality, this second person was the black bastard who she had prosecuted and sent to prison, the same bastard who had broken into her hotel room and raped her.  After which she had been forced to let him accompany her to her home, as he wanted to rape and defile her right upon her marital bed, and now he was looking over towards her direction, then back at the framed wedding photo in his hand.

Beauty pageant photo back on the mantle, then a recent photo a Christmas family photo had been brought down from the mantle, and Trish was asked "How long does it take for you to look like this?"  As the photo was basically how she looked at home daily, wearing nicer and more modern clothing and make-up, Trish responded with "About five minutes or so ............................it's just lipstick and a bit of make-up!  And of course, a change of clothing!"  "Well, seeing is believing!  Let's go to your bedroom so you can show me how its done ................................minus the change in clothing ...........................cause I's want ya buck naked again ....................right on the bed that ya share with yer hubby this time!" she was told.  Swallowing deeply, Trish turned towards the hallway with Rashan Jones following right behind of her.  

"Jesussssssssssssss ............................................never would have believed it if'n I's hadn't seen it fer myself!" Rashan advised as his jeans dropped to the bedroom carpeting around his feet.  T-shirt pulled up over his head and tossed aside, Rashan dropped his muscular and naked ebony body fell onto the Landers' king-sized bed, as he stroked his jutting boner and advised "Now, bitch ....................gimme a striptease .................and then git up on the saddle here!"  Boner rock solid and pointing straight up at the ceiling, Rashan just couldn't believe the transformation that he had just witnessed, in just five minutes the plain-Jane prosecutor that had put him in the slammer was now this gorgeous blonde beauty giving him a fantastic striptease in the very bedroom that she shared with her loving husband.  Never had Rashan's cock been so rock hard like now, and his cockhead flared wide as the petite beauty swung her leg over in order to straddle him as he had ordered.  Holding her trim hips firmly to keep her at bay, Rashan then fisted the base of his boner and continued to rub his bloated cockhead up and down her slick slit till she panted out "Oh, God ..................................fuck me .......................................fuck me with your big black cock!"

For Trish, the secret that had only been known by her husband was now also known this black bastard, an ex-con whom she was responsible for putting him in jail and who had victimized her in her hotel room.  Not only had he brutally raped her, he had made her perform such shameful sex acts, like fucking her while she was on the phone talking to her daughter and then her husband.  The worst part of it all was the mental anguish it had caused her, was when the black bastard ejaculated deep in her fertile womb as she talked to her husband on the phone ..........................................when she had to grit her teeth tightly ....................................to keep from screaming out from the mind-shattering orgasm that shook her entire body with uncontrollable spasms!  Never had Trish ever experienced such a wild climax before, nothing even came close to this when making love with her husband, and it was something that Trish knew she'd want to experience again.  She wiggled her hips, trying desperately to get in the saddle, wanting the black stallion she was trying to mount to ride her across the finish line.

With his hands over her titties, Rashan then began thumbing her pink buds, he felt them begin to harden even more, while he kept still and let her do all the work as she rode his jutting boner.  Lifting his hips some, sliding his boner up higher into her, Rashan then asked "You enjoyed me fucking ya while ya talked to yer hubby on the phone, didn't ya?"  Not getting an answer, Rashan humped up into her once again, demanding an answer to "Didn't ya?"  That broke her as she panted out "Yes ............................yes ........................I enjoyed it ..............................I got a thrill out of you fucking me while I talked to my husband on the phone!"  "Ya had an orgasm when I's shot off in ya, didn't ya ......................................ya had an orgasm when talking to hubby, didn't ya?" Rashan asked while pumping his dong in and out of her gripping pussy.  "Yes ...............................yes, I did  .....................oh God, yes I did!" she squealed out in reply to his questioning.

Ten days later, racked with guilt, Trish pick up her cellphone and answered the call ...............................it was Rashan asking "Can ya take off an hour or so this afternoon ...............................so we can fuck again?"  Swallowing and hesitating for a moment, Trish then responded with "Yes ..................................yes, I can!"  Trish was then told what motel to meet him at, that'd he'd text her the room number when he got it, and that he didn't want to see the plain-Jane prosecutor but 'the hot bitch' she really was.  When the time had come for her to leave, Trish went to her car, first opening her trunk to take out the make-up kit and shoe box that she kept in there.  While parked in a shady area near the motel, Trish then opened up her make-up kit to transform herself out from the plain-Jane facade and pinned up her long straight hair into a bun.  After opening the shoe box, she slipped off the flats she had on and slipped on the 3" heels that were in the box.  After checking herself in the mirror, she started up her car to find a parking space near the room number that Rashan had texted her. 

Naked while in Rashan's arms, Trish came to realize that 'I need it so bad!'  And her entire body shivered when Rashan slid his big black boner up into her slick sleeve, causing Trish to squeeze her cunny upon the pleasure giving shaft.  It was one fantastic fuck session for the prosecutor and the ex-con, after which the lay exhausted in each other's arms, still enjoined together as only a husband and wife should be.  As the time was approaching where she needed to leave in order to pick up her daughter on time, Rashan expanded his cock in her clutching cunny, then did it again and suggested "Why not call yer hubby and ask him to pick her up?"  Trish swallowed deeply as she knew exactly what Rashan was hinting at, which she too wanted, and thus she reached over to grab her cellphone from out of her purse. 

While still enjoined with her black lover, Trish hit the speed dial number to her husband's phone, and when it answered she spoke "Hi honey, I'm running a bit late and was hoping that you make the pick up today!"  After getting her husband's response, Trish advised "That's great!", then asked "And how did your day go?"  As she listened on the phone, Trish leaned over to kiss Rashan on the lips as he humped away at her.  The difference this time was that she was embracing Rashan while talking to her husband on the cellphone, not on all fours with Rashan taking her from behind.  And, of course, this time she was doing it willingly.  Just as Rashan began shooting off in her did Trish interrupt her husband on the phone, hurriedly telling him "Honey, I've got to go!  I love you!"  Turning the phone off and tossing it aside, Trish wound her arms and legs around Rashan's body as a mind-shattering orgasm rocked her being, panting out "Oh, Godddddddddddd ................................................I'm cummingggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg too!"

That night in bed with her husband, Trish's mind went back to that afternoon in the motel, following that fantastic fuck session she had with Rashan while she talked to her husband on the phone.  Her mind went back to their conversation, not that of prosecutor/criminal nor rapist/victim, but of two lovers concerned with one another.  She recalled Rashan telling her "You're still very much in love with yer husband!  Yer jist a very beautiful woman in need of a big black cock once in awhile!"  In thinking about it, Trish realized just how true that analysis was of her, for she didn't 'love' Rashan but certainly wanted his big black cock up in her!  She did feel that Rashan was true to his word, in that "No one will ever find out about us getting together!  I promise ya that!"  The rest of the conversation between them were in generalities, like that of what constituted her job and what counted the most, and then they had talked out his criminal profession and what the police did to get to the ringleaders of any crime.

Ten days later, Trish got a call from Rashan asking "What're doing tonight?  C'mon over and see my new digs cause I wanna fuck that tight little pussy of yers!"  "I can't ......................not tonight ......................I have to prepare for trial tomorrow!" Trish replied.  "Tell yer hubby ya'll be staying at a hotel overnight so ya can concentrate on the trial yer preparing fer!  My new digs are jist a block away from the courthouse!" she was told.  Trish sighed and laughingly asked "Are you going to get the defendant to plead 'guilty' tomorrow so I can spend tonight with you .......................in bed .................fucking our brains out?"  Trish's jaw dropped wide open when the response from Rashan came "Yep!"  Totally puzzled and unbelieving of what she had just heard, Trish went through all the questions of 'How, what and why's', then was told "Trust me, it's all taken care of!  So git yer ass over here tonight at 8 so we can fuck!  Dress nicely how's I's like ya and also bring along yer plain-Jane courtroom outfit fer tomorrow!"

At the dinner table, Trish advised her husband that she was going to stay at a hotel right near the courthouse as she'd be up all night preparing for the trial and then walking right over, thereby avoiding having to get up early in the morning and fighting the rush hour traffic.  After tucking her daughter into bed, kissing her husband goodbye, Trish then headed off with her briefcase and small overnight bag that she had packed.  Putting her trust into what Rashan had told her on the phone, Trish drove over to the new condo that he had purchased, parked in the 'guest parking' and checked the mirror so she'd meet Rashan's approval.  And her appearance certainly did meet with Rashan's approval as his tongue was in her mouth less than a minute after she entered his condo.  A tour of his new condo, then the main part of the unit that he wanted to show her .........................his bedroom that was furnished with a large king-sized bed!  A moment later, they were naked in bed and fucking up a storm, with Trish encircling her trim white legs around Rashan's black ass, as he gave it to her good!

Asleep in the buff under the covers after two fantastic fuckings thrown to her, Trish blinked her eyes to get them focused through the light coming from the master bath, then observed a fully dress Rashan exiting the room while speaking on his cellphone.  Then she heard Rashan say on the phone "Ya downstairs right now?  Okay, I'll buzz ya on in!  Take the elevator up ....................#1401!"  Trish was stunned that Rashan was letting someone else come into the condo with them together, then was advised "I's told ya I'd supply ya with all the black meat ya can handle!"  Then Trish came to realize that Rashan actually meant exactly what he had said, as she had initially construed that he was the one that was going to bed her each time, and now he was having another man come up into the condo to have sex with her.

When Rashan opened the door to admit a big muscular black male, Trish skirted down the bed a bit, pulling the bed sheet up to neck and holding it there.  Trish swallowed deeply as Rashan approached the bed while being followed by the man he had just let in.  "Benny, this is Trish!  Trish ...................meet Benny Williams!" were the introductions made by Rashan, causing Trish's eyes to widen in horror ................................for Benny Williams was the defendant in the trial she was the lead prosecutor in!  She gasped aloud, startled when Rashan reached on down to rip the sheet away from her, causing Trish to close her legs together and cross her arms over her exposed breasts.  She saw Rashan turn to Benny and ask "Ya like?", to which Benny responded "Yeah, sure do!"  Then Trish heard Rashan say "Well, git outta yer clothes, my man!  She's all yers till early morning!  And since she's to yer liking, I's gonna set it up so she'll be here the very day ya git out!  I's got the alarm set for 6 a.m., so's be downstairs at curbside at 6:30 so we can grab some breakfast before going to the lawyer's office and courthouse!  And the prettee lady here will also need some time in the morning to git dressed so she can git off to work on time!

Door closing as Rashan exited the condo unit, Trish found herself all alone with the man she was to prosecute that very next morning!  "Damn, that Rashan sure knows how to take care of his guys!  Do ya know he wants me to plead 'guilty' tomorrow and take the plea deal of a year in the can!  They say with 'good behavior', I's can git paroled in six months or so!  And while in jail, Rashan's gonna take care of all my's monthly bills and see that there's food on the table fer my wife and kids!  Shit, ain't had a bossman like that before .....................taking care of any guy in the crew who gits put caught and put in the slammer while pulling off a job!  Jist like a private company offering workmen's comp when injured on the job!" Trish heard Benny excitedly exclaim. 

Trish swallowed deeply in hearing that from Benny, for she was the one who had suggested something similar to Rashan awhile back, when they rested in each other's arms after a fantastic fuck session.  They had been chatting in bed, with her telling him of what her job entailed and Benny had expressed concern to her of one day being ratted out by one of his own men if he was caught by the cops when pulling off a job.  Trish had then suggested to Benny that "You need to have a benefit system to prevent that from happening, like private companies have worker's compensation for employees injured on the job!  It's insurance but in return, an employee cannot sue his employer for basic injuries taking place on the job!  In other words, if your guy got caught, there'd be no incentive for him to 'rat' you out as you say if he knew that you'd be taking care of his family and expenses while he's in jail!"  It then dawned on Trish that 'He doesn't know who I really am!'

Upon seeing the meaty schlong hanging between Benny's legs, Trish licked her lips as her cunny got slick from anticipation, she then spread her legs wide apart as the black stud climbed up onto the bed.  Looking down between their bodies, feeling the thick bloated cockhead pressing up against her slit, Trish panted out "Do it!  Give it to me!  Shove it all the way in!  Stick it too me good and hard!"  "Ooooohhhhhhhh, yessssssssssssss!" she squealed out as Benny did just that, burying some six inches of thick black meat up into her cunny on the first stroke.  "Oooohhhhhhh, my Godddddddddddddddddddd!" she cried out on Benny's second stroke, for he was now rubbing his short kinky black hair against her soft golden fleece.  As his hands moved down to cup her asscheeks while he took a swollen nipple into his mouth, Trish first wrapped her arms around his muscular black body, then she raised her legs up to encircle his black ass as she proceeded to lock her ankles together.  "Oh, damn ...........................so fuck'n good!" she heard him utter from above as his black log jogged in and out of her clasping pussy.

When the alarm rang at six in the morning, Trish could barely keep her eyes open, for she was totally exhausted from the five fabulous fuck sessions that she had with Benny, with each ending in a mind-shattering orgasm that rocked her entire body.  She remained in bed as Benny took a shower and got dressed to go downstairs to meet Rashan.  At about 6:20 a.m., Benny came to the side of the bed and put his hand gently on her sheet covered ass, telling her "Thanks fer the fantastic night!  I hope to see ya again in about six months when I's git outta the can!"  Swallowing deeply, Trish slid her naked body out from under the sheet, ending up on her knees before him.  Reaching up to undo his zipper, as she clasped the tab and pulled it down, Trish advised "I'll be here waiting for you!  Until you get back, I want to give you something to remember me by!"  Having pulled his cock out into the open, Trish then leaned on forward to take him into her mouth, and was pleased to hear Benny exclaim "Ohhhhh, shitttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt!" 

As the door clicked shut leaving Trish all alone in the condo, she licked her lips clean and swallowed all the remnants of Benny's cum that remained in her mouth, then got up from the bedroom carpet and made her way to the master bath.  Going to the bathroom sink, Trish wet a face towel to remove the make-up and lipstick on her face.  She needed to look like the 'plain-Jane' Trish Landers that everyone knew at the courthouse.  Getting the unflattering clothes that she had packed up with her, Trish made her way to the shower stall to wash away the smell of sex on her body.  A bit later, having showered and dressed, she then stepped into her 1" heels that she liked to wear in the courtroom.  Looking up at the time, Trish decided that it was time to head over to the courthouse, planning to stop by the coffee shop for a cup to go!

Over breakfast with Rashan, Benny was a bit puzzled but didn't ask any questions when told "Now remember, the judge is gonna ask if agree to the change in plea from 'not guilty' to 'guilty'!  Ya jist say 'yes' to that, that yer 'guilty'!  Nothing else ..............hear me .....................don't talk to yer lawyer to tell him anything else!  Understand?"  Accompanied by Rashon up to his lawyer's office, Benny sat and listened as his lawyer asked "Are you sure about this change in plea?  You're changing your plea from 'Not Guilty' to 'Guilty', provided of course that the plea deal from the prosecutor's office is still on the table for a 'one year' sentence for your 'guilty' plea!"  Benny first looked at Rashan and then concurred as to what his lawyer had just gone over with him.  As they walked over from the lawyer's office to the courthouse, Benny heard his attorney quip that "The prosecutor in the case is no dummy ............................in fact, she's a real sharp cookie!  But behind her back, we all call her PJ Landers ......................................for Plain-Jane Landers!  No make-up at all ..........................looks and acts like a real stern frigid bitch!"

Benny was seated next to his attorney at one table, while across the aisle from his attorney was where the Plain-Jane prosecutor would be along with any of her assistants.  Glancing about the courtroom later, Benny noticed two women seated at the prosecutor's table, and his boss Rashan had found himself a seat in the back of the courtroom.  Chin in the palm of his hand, Benny stared down at the table before him, waiting for the judge to make his appearance in the courtroom!  Upon hearing "All Rise!", Benny stood up and remained standing next to his attorney, then heard "Bert Sawyer for the defense, your Honor!"  Then from across the aisle, Benny heard a rather familiar voice now that had said "Oh, Benny .................fuck it to me!" now saying "Trish Landers for the prosecution, your Honor!"  "Be Seated!" was announced, at which time Benny did a double take as he looked at the woman prosecuting the case, then he whipped his head around see Rashan smiling widely at him.  Now Rashan's comment at breakfast made sense to him, for telling his attorney that he had just gone to bed with the prosecutor would get him an acquittal, but he'd definitely be dead by the end of the week.  Benny had heard of two guys crossing Rashan before, with both ending up floating up in a ditch within a week's time.  

Benny behaved himself in prison, every night dreaming of the hottie he had the night before going into the slammer, dreaming 'Oh, damn ...........................she sure had me fooled!  Almost didn't recognize the bitch in the courtroom!  They call her 'Plain-Jane' but she's a real looker and definitely a 'hottie' in bed, and that was some blowjob she game me before I left!  Man, I's jist gotta git to fuck her again!  She even told me that she'd be waiting fer me when I's git out of the can!  Sure as hell hope she wasn't shit'n me!"  Out on parole due to  'good behavior', Benny was still shocked to see Rashan waiting for him when he stepped out of prison, even though Rashan had promised to pick him up when the time came.  More so, Benny was shocked to hear that "Trish has been asking about you a lot since you came up for parole!  She's waiting for you at the condo right now!"  With the car pulling up in front of the condo at 9:30 that morning, Benny was told by Rashan "I'll pick ya up right here at four this afternoon!  That outta give ya enough time to git yer rocks off!"

"Shall we start where we left off, Benny?" the blonde beauty asked when he entered the condo, transformed from the 'Plain-Jane' prosecutor that he had last seen her in the courtroom as, for she was just gorgeous with her hair up on make-up on.  The nice form fitting green dress and 3" white heels certainly was a turn-on for Benny as the beauty got down on her knees and took his cock in her mouth.  Moments later, with both hands clamped together at the back of her head, Benny groaned out "Oh, shit ..................................cumming ..................................cummingggggggggggggggg ..............................................ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" as he popped his nuts in her hot sucking mouth.  Been watched as the blonde beauty licked at her cummy lips, hen stood up before and asked "What would make you happy most?", to which he responded "I's dreamed of gitting to undress ya every night I's was in prison!"  The petite beauty then turned around so that her back was to him, then he heard her say "Go to it, Benny!  Make your dream come true!"  Stripping her naked, he cupped her titties and began thumbing her budding nipples, then took her bed for their first fuck session of the day.  If anyone from the courthouse or the prosecutor's office was in the condo at that moment, that person or persons would swear that the woman panting "Fuck me ............................fuck me with that big black cock!" was certainly not 'PJ Landers'!  

As mid-afternoon came and both were totally exhausted from their numerous fuck sessions, Benny advised that "I'll plead 'guilty' anytime for a night in the sack with you!"  Smiling at the compliment, Trish advised that "I was so excited to see your name on the parole list, Benny!"  When Benny departed to go downstairs for his ride, Trish got the unflattering clothes that she had left home in and hung up in the closet, then went to take a hot shower to wash away the scent of sex off her body.  Wiping off the make-up and lipstick she had on, brushing her hair straight like how she had it that morning, Trish looked at her reflection in the bathroom mirror once again.  Both her husband and fellow employees merely thought that she was out of the office working on a case that day.  With her topping the stats in the office by far, no one questioned her whereabouts nor time spent on a case.  And Trish certainly did not want her loving husband that she was having her sexual cravings sated elsewhere.

Three weeks after Benny had changed his plea, Trish was spending the night out a 'hotel room rented by the prosecutor's office' to prep for trial the next day as it was near the courthouse, or that's what she had told her husband.  But once again, Trish was in Rashan's condo getting the fucking that she needed so badly.  And once again, the glare from bathroom light woke her up near midnight with Rashan fully dressed and getting off the cellphone to press the button allowing the front door to be opened.  Moments later, covering up her naked after the bed sheet was pulled away from her, Trish was introduced to Bruce Monroe ...........................the very man she scheduled to prosecute the next day!      

Pulled out of bed for an intimate kiss with the muscular hunk, Trish was in for quite a surprise as the big man lifted her right off the floor with his large hands cupping her ass cheeks.  Told to wrap her legs around him, Trish did as told, then gasped as he lifted her up even higher and set her down perfectly onto his jutting prong.  .Strong hands lifted her up at her butt, then Trish she was allowed to slide back down onto his thick boner, and next she heard him say "Damn, Rashan wasn't kidding when he said I'd have a good time before going in!"  Playing dumb, Trish asked "Going in?  Where?"  "Going into the joint tomorrow, sweetie!  Gonna plead 'guilty' and take the plea deal the prosecution is offering!  It's a one year sentence by I hear it'll probably be half of that before I'm paroled!"

With Bruce downing a couple of blue pills that Rashan had told him was in the nightstand's drawer, Trish got very little rest as Bruce ended up humping her six times during the night.  It seemed that Bruce liked it best when she was on her belly, him then hovering above from behind, him dropping his weight down upon her and thrusting his thick boner up into her from behind.  A second time was while up in a standing position, only Bruce proceeded to literally nail her to the wall.  And when Trish went to get herself a glass of water from the kitchen sink, she found herself sitting atop the kitchen counter and being fucked right then and there. 

With Trish there to welcome him home six months later, she lay on her belly as Bruce hovered above her like before, then his heavy body fell upon her as the ex-con proceeded to hump her in his favorite position.  "Rashan sure knows how to take care of a guy before and after going in the can!  He even sent me a picture of ya naked and assuring me that he'd have ya here when I's got out!" she heard him say as he shoved his black bone up into her from behind.  "Oh, so good .......................so bigggggggggggggg!  Oh, Bruce ................................give it to me ..................fuck it to me good!" she panted out in encouragement.  There was a nice lunch for them, one that Rashan had ordered to be delivered by the fancy restaurant atop of the building, then it was back to fabulous fucking for them.   By the time it came for Bruce to meet up with Rashan at four in the afternoon, the now ex-con was totally drained.  Meanwhile, Trish was dressing back down after showering away the smell of sex before heading on home.        

Trish remembered the 'send off' and 'welcome home' of the third such defendant who had changed his plea from 'Not Guilty' to 'Guilty' when trial was to begin.  His name was Ike 'Blackie' Horton, caught and charged in his second car theft, who Rashan told her was part of his crew.  The night before the trial, as she prepped for the trial in the usual way in Rashan's condo, she saw a fully dressed Rashan approaching the bed near midnight, and he was handing her a thin box containing a newly purchased pair of black nylons as she was advised "Here, put these on!"

Looking a bit confused up at Rashan, Trish was then asked "Ya know why's they call him 'Blackie'?", to which she shook her head 'No'.  She was then advised "Cause he can't resist turning his head around whenever a white woman wearing black nylons passes on by!  He once walked into a lamp post and ever since then the name 'Blackie' stuck!  Once, when a chick wearing black nylons walked pass the booth we were eating in, he began stammering and just couldn't take his eyes off of her!"  

Trish found out how right Rashan was in what he told about Ike Horton, for when the bed sheet was pulled away to reveal her clad in only a pair of black nylons, she saw Ike lick his lips as the front of his pants began tenting outwards.  'Boy, was he big!' Trish recalled, bigger than the fat end of the softball bat that she had used in college, and she truly assessed the length of his dong to surpass the twelve inch mark.  Ike just loved to have the back of her ankles atop of his broad shoulders, then he bent her in two, and gave it to her good. 

Prior to him leaving the condo, Trish unzipped the front of his pants and pulled out his whopper, then she lay back on the bed and proceeded to give him a foot job.  And when Ike departed to go downstairs, Trish recalled cringing a bit as she peeled off the sticky nylons to toss them in the trash.  Trish certainly recalled Ike's reaction in the courtroom when he came to realize that she was the prosecutor in his case.  Only after his change of plea and his formal sentencing to a year in jail, when the bailiff was escorting him between the attorneys' table did he do a double take, his jaw dropping wide open when he realized that he had been with her just a few hours ago.  Five fantastic fuck sessions, the best foot job he had ever gotten, and he only recognized her when the bailiff was leading him out of the courtroom in handcuffs.     

It turned out to be a fantastic 'welcome home' party, for Ike 'Blackie' Horton just couldn't wait to get her in bed.  In fact, he didn't bother slipping off her heels the first two times that he fucked her.  On their third fuck session was when he slipped the strap off the back of her left heel, to then toss it aside, following up by doing the same to her other spiked heel.  Trish did not expect what was to happen next, that of Ike rubbing his face in her nylon covered soles of her feet, all the while jacking himself off .................................and in the end sprayed his hot jizz all about her face and hair .......................thus giving Trish her very first creamy facial!  And all that occurred before lunch time, so Trish was able to catch her breath a bit when the cart of food came down from the top floor restaurant that delivered to tenants in the condo.  The end of the day came with Ike creaming all over her nylon covered soles, then Ike headed downstairs as Trish peeled off the new nylons that she had purchased for this special occasion, using the clean dry portions to wipe the now dried crusty off her face before tossing them into the trash.  She then went to take a nice hot shower and make herself presentable to return home.

   
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