RESCUED

Joanne had gotten her old job back. She'd needed to 
because her useless husband was not only useless in 
bed, but was useless as a bread winner.

In the years BC (Before Children), Joanne had worked in 
a laboratory and was very high up in rank. She'd lead a 
team and was considered one of the best in her field. 
When she rang up to ask if they had any vacancies, they 
almost bit her arm off and invited her to start 
immediately and almost allowed her to name her own 
price. Suffice to say, they'd made it worth her while 
to return and, what's more, she was given her old unit 
to run. 

Her unit was as commercially sterile as it could be, 
given the nature of the lab work, and this necessitated 
all staff to shower in and out of the unit. You could 
not gain access to the changing rooms on either side 
unless you've gone through the shower first, it was 
electronically controlled.

Joanne had been working on a particular project and her 
staff had gone home. She'd put her personal effects 
into a sealed clinical bag and taken it into the shower 
with her. The shower finished and she pushed to door to 
get out of the clean side so she could enter the lab. 
The door was jammed shut. She swore under her breath 
and tried again. It was stuck fast and would not budge. 

Thinking maybe the door from the outer changing room 
was still open slightly, she tried that door too. 
Jammed. She was stuck in the middle, totally naked in a 
locked shower unit, her staff had gone home and the 
unit was so well insulated against pathogens, it was 
also insulated against sound.

She opened her sealed clinical bag and took out her one 
personal item, her mobile phone, and rang her boss. He 
rushed down with colleagues into the female changing 
rooms and they tried to get the door open. It was no 
use, the door was jammed.

The governor decided to call the fire and rescue 
service and, before long, an appliance was despatched 
and the crew directed to the incident. 

The fire chief despatched two of his team to go in via 
the male changing area and try to gain access that way. 
The solid doors were like trying to crack a safe, 
waterproof seals and solid steel stood between Joanne 
and her rescuers.

The lab itself was very well heated and although Joanne 
stood in the shower cubicle naked, she was not cold. 
She could hear the occasional clang as tools were 
bashed against metal or walls, and other than the air 
vent which was big enough to get a rabbit through, and 
the drainage hold which was big enough for a mouse, 
maybe.

Joanne felt a rush of cool air and the door on the 
clean side opened. There, in front of her, were two 
young and very good looking fire officers. She stepped 
out in her nakedness and one of them took off his 
jacket to put around her. 

"Are you OK, darlin'?" the fireman said. She looked up 
at his face, his kind eyes showing genuine concern.

"Yes, thank you" she said. The second fire officer, a 
little taller and of half caste skin, squatted down in 
front of her as she was sat on a bench in the ladies 
changing rooms.

"Are you hurt anywhere?" he asked. She shook her head.

"No. I'm fine."

"You're more than fine, sweetheart," said the first 
fire fighter. I'm Stuart and this is Rob" he said, by 
way of introduction.

"I'm Joanne," she said, holding out her hand to shake. 
Stuart took her hand and kissed the back like a 
gentleman. He was actually looking to see what she wore 
on her hand.

"Been married long?" he said, noticing her band of 
Gold.

"Too ruddy long," she said, a little too quick. Stuart 
smiled at Rob.

"Not happy in your marriage darlin'?" he said. "Why's 
that, then?" Joanne had noticed that beneath their 
uniforms, they appeared to be sporting either very 
heavy tools or they were aroused by her. Assuming the 
latter, she felt flattered.

"My husband's only got a small dick," she said.

"How small is small then?" Rob asked. She smiled. 

"Oh, you know," she said, beginning to flirt with them 
and enjoying it.

"Stuart's got a small one, haven't you?" Rob jeered. 
Stuart took the feed line.

"Yeah, that's right. Wanna have a look?" he said and 
before Joanne could resist, he'd slipped his braces 
holding up his trousers and dropped them to the floor, 
immediately removing his designer label briefs.

Stuart stood there in front of her, sporting his 10-
inch dick, fully erect. It was twice the size of her 
useless husband's dick.

"I see what you mean," she said, flirting some more. "I 
suppose you're much bigger, are you Rob?" she said, 
turning to face him. He followed Stuart's approach and, 
removing his jacket first, removed his pants. He was 
close to being almost 12 inches long, his short curly 
pubic hair really bushy, his balls quite pronounced.

"You ever had a black man before?" Rob asked her. 

Joanne shook her head.

"You prejudiced or what?" he challenged her.

"No, never had the opportunity before," she said, 
liking what she saw.

"What do you mean, never had the opportunity before?" 
Stuart said. Joanne smiled and stood up, shrugging off 
Stuart's fireman's jacket and facing Rob.

"Never had the opportunity before now," she said, 
sinking to her knees and rubbing his large throbbing 
erection.

"I bet you keep your girlfriend satisfied," she said, 
running her hands along the full length of his firm 
erection. She allowed his cock to enter her mouth and 
she closed her sweet lips around it, feeling it's pulse 
against her tongue. Stuart had knelt behind her and 
started to massage her shoulders, removing any 
tenseness and stress. 

Joanne could feel Rob's hand stroking her hair and 
gently pulling her towards him, allowing more of his 
cock to enter her mouth. She took a deep breath and 
positioned her neck so she could take as much of his 
dick in her mouth that was possible, her tonsils being 
tickled by his erect penis, teasing her. He began to 
slowly thrust in her mouth and she licked and sucked, 
tickling his testicles simultaneously. Rob groaned in 
pleasure.

Meanwhile, Stuart had leaned forward and was caressing 
Joanne's firm and supple breasts, her nipples erect, so 
erect they could have hung their jackets on them.

"Suck me baby," Rob said in his best black voice. It 
was hardly deep like Barry White but the message was 
understood. Joanne increased the speed which she took 
him in her mouth, he tongue movements over the head of 
his dick slow and elongated.

"Mmm, that's nice," he said. Stuart was less vocal but 
every bit as aroused. His hands moved down her abdomen 
to the sweep juicy pussy they'd seen the moment she'd 
stepped out of the shower. His fingers reached his goal 
and found her labia, her clitoris already stood to 
attention and craving for attention of it's own. Stuart 
willingly obliged, causing Joanne to squirm and moan, 
taking Rob's hot hard cock from her mouth whilst Stuart 
finger fucked her.

"Deeper," she whispered, making sure Rob's cock did not 
go soft my wanking him, her wedding ring on her white 
hand in total contrast to Rob's dark skin. Stuart's 
fingers delved deeper, causing Joanne to murmur.

"Can you get it deeper?" she asked. Stuart smiled. 

"You want something deeper, do you?"

Joanne nodded, "Ooh, yes. Deeper. Deeper," she begged. 
Stuart was knelt behind her and she moved forward so 
she was now on all fours. His hard aching cock 
approached her vaginal opening and his cock felt the 
warmth and moisture of her love lips. He slowly inched 
himself into her, bit at a time, his massive cock being 
buried deep in her wet juicy pussy. 

"Ooh, yes. That's it," she encouraged, "Deeper." Stuart 
kept going, deeper into her pussy until it was fully 
inside her. She'd accommodated him with immense ease 
and now he was pulling his meat in and out of her, his 
pace increasing.

"Fuck me deeper," she said, aware she had Stuart's 
massive cock inside her. Just then Rob's radio burst 
into life.

"Progress report," said the Governors voice. Rob 
reached over for the radio, Stuart attempting to keep 
the noise levels low.

"Just gaining entry now, Guv!" he said. Stuart laughed 
out loud.

"You can tell him I'm just coming!" he laughed. 

Joanne smiled, then said, "If you're going to cum, then 
cum."

Rob placed his cock in her mouth again and she greedily 
gobbled at him for a while before he told Stuart to 
change places. Joanne was at first disappointed to 
loose that 10 inch cock from her pussy but was 
delighted when it was replaced by Rob's rock hard love 
rod.

Not only was Rob bigger than Stuart, he had style and 
technique.

"Fuck me. Don't stop!" Joanne implored. Stuart had 
found his way to her mouth and placed his pussy 
flavoured cock into her mouth. She licked away her own 
juices, eager to taste Stuart in her mouth. It was 
seconds later that he uttered the fact he was cumming. 

Now Joanne doesn't normally like waste, she likes cum 
in her pussy, but she was happy for Stuart to fill her 
mouth, his seed spilling out of him like the water from 
the fountains at Trafalgar Square. She sucked and 
swallowed his cum, licking her lips as though looking 
for more. Stuart sat down on a changing bench whilst 
Rob continued to pound her pussy.

"Is this your first black dick?" he asked her.

"Mmm," she replied, still catching her breath from all 
the cum she'd swallowed.

"You like black dick?" he asked.

"I love being fucked by black dick," she responded. 
"Fuck me." Rob did. His long hard cock slid in and out 
of her smooth moist pussy and she groaned with 
pleasure.

"Take it out," she ordered and Rob thought he must had 
done something wrong. He withdrew and found that he, a 
big burly fire fighter had been rolled onto the floor 
by this petite (and incredibly horny) woman. Joanne 
straddled his hips and lowered herself onto his hard, 
aching cock until it was all in, every last millimetre. 

"Now fuck me," she ordered Rob and he began to thrust 
himself deep into her pussy, her rocking movements 
varied in direction and this gave her sensations she'd 
not experienced for a very long time. She ached for big 
cock. Her husband just couldn't deliver between the 
sheets and despite everything, she needed to feel 
fulfilled. She needed to feel filled full too! And Rob 
could certainly deliver. He reached up and caressed her 
tits, his strong masculine arms reaching up her slender 
shapely body to her well proportioned chest. 

Joanne ran her hands through Rob's chest hair, throwing 
her head back in delight as his 12 inch portion filled 
her entirely. She was reaching the first of her orgasms 
when Stuart knelt behind her. Rob saw his intentions 
and took Joanne's arms, lowering her towards him, 
exposing her bottom to Stuart. Rob used this 
opportunity to place a tit in his mouth, his lips and 
tongue eager to explore her nipple, his saliva adding 
to her body sweat. Stuart placed the tip of his dick 
against her anus and slowly pushed, inserting his cock 
up her shitter.

Joanne squealed as the tip of Stuart's cock entered her 
hole but as he slid it in further, her noises reverted 
back to satisfied moans. As she moved her body 
forwards, Rob's dick hit full penetration, as she moved 
backwards, Stuarts cock stimulated her arse, every 
which way was pleasurable.

Joanne was being double fucked and enjoying it, Rob's 
mouth sucking one tit, his hand on the other, and with 
nearly 2 feet of cock inside her, she was having the 
ride of her life.

Rob released her tits and pulled her hips towards him.

"Fuck. I'm cumming. Fuck me!" he uttered and she thrust 
herself deep onto his cock.

"Cum inside me. Cum!" she whispered.

"Shit, I'm cumming!" he said, his voice sounding like 
he needed breathing apparatus. This horny young nubile 
bitch was taking his breath away. With one final thrust 
and a loud scream of "Fuck," he climaxed inside her 
sweet moist vagina, his semen pumping into her, looking 
for eggs to fertilise.

Stuart leaned round as she sat up and took one of her 
tits in one hand, his other playing with her pussy. His 
little finger found her clit and with the angle of his 
penetration, and Rob's pulsating cock, Joanne tripped 
into another wild orgasm, her body thrashing around 
causing Stuart to empty a second load of spunk, this 
time up her rectum. That's the second load of spunk 
that's gone to waste, Joanne thought to herself. 

Stuart removed himself from her and as she stood up, 
Rob's sperm trickled down her leg, leaving globules of 
cum on the floor.

"I think we all need a shower," Joanne said. 

Shortly after, cleaned and presentable, Joanne said her 
more formal thank you's.  She shook Stuart by the hand, 
then she shook Rob by the hand, finding time to give 
him a subtle peck on the cheek. She palmed Rob one of 
her business cards with her mobile number on which 
she'd picked up from her office whilst they were 
cleaning up.

Rob looked at the card quizzically and she gave him a 
knowing wink.

"Call me," she said. "I'd like to go sliding down your 
pole again sometime." Rob grinned like the cat who'd 
got the cream. Then Joanne really surprised him.

"Next time," she whispered in his ear, "how about you 
bring the entire watch?"

"Sure," he said, gasping for breath. "But you know that 
only the Governor and Stuart are white, the rest are 
either black or mixed culture?" he said. Joanne's face 
did not alter at all. This had been her first black 
cock and she loved it. 

"Even better," said Joanne as she left for the door, 
her cute arse wiggling in her white summery skirt, her 
dark string highly visible. Joanne turned and blew a 
kiss to the entire crew and walked off leaving Stuart 
and Rob with empty scrotums and a story to tell.