The Great Horn of Africa
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Great Horn of Africa
by shooter3704 (address defunct)
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A man's wife expresses curiosity about prostitution and
he sees she's aroused by the thought. A plan develops.
(M+/F, slut-wife, oral, anal, intr, prost, husb-voy)
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Author's note: This is a work of erotic fiction, and not
a travelogue. Hope you enjoy it.
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CHAPTER ONE
Scott's Story:
It funny how things work out. My wife and I were laying
in bed watching a porno flick. It was supposed to be
about a white girl who got sold into ***********ry by
her husband, or father, or somebody close to her. The
plot wasn't all that good, but the action scenes were
pretty hot.
Beth and I have been married for nearly twenty years. We
got married right out of high school, and neither of us
have ever had another sexual partner. I know I haven't,
and I'm pretty sure about Beth. I'm Scott Wheeler, by
the way.
At thirty eight, and after having two c***dren, Beth is
still a fine looking woman. She works hard to keep her
body in good shape, although no one but me ever gets to
enjoy it.
Our love life has slowed down considerably over the past
few years. Age and mileage seemed to be taking over.
After we got married, Beth worked to send me to business
school. I opened my own accounting business. I'm a CPA
with a long list of good clients.
We finally got to where we are living comfortably. Our
oldest daughter is in college, and the youngest is a
senior in high school. Every aspect of my life is good,
except in the bedroom. Watching porno seems to be one of
the few things that would get us excited enough to make
love. I guess I'm a little sad about that.
"I wonder what that would be like?" Beth said aloud, as
we watched the videotape.
"I'll show you in a few minutes," I said trying to do a
villainous leer.
"Not that, silly. I mean, being a prostitute. Going to
bed and making love to strangers."
"I doubt there is much love involved," I said dryly. "I
suspect it just plain ol' fucking." Beth hates the word
fuck, and usually fusses at me for using it. This time
she seemed to either not hear me, or decided to ignore
it.
"I mean it would be an exciting life, I would think. Not
knowing who your next customer would be. What they would
be like. What they would want you to do for them."
"I guess," I said wondering where this line of
conversation would go. Beth seldom commented on the
porno I brought in. Sometimes she won't even watch them.
"That poor girl has a black pimp... is that the right
word?" I nodded. "Her pimp tells her where to go, and
what to do every day of her life." She was silent a
moment and then continued. "He takes her whenever he
wants to. He does unspeakable thing to her. Why are you
laughing?"
"They're not unspeakable, Beth. The pimp often speaks of
them. 'Get over here bitch and suck my cock.' 'Come here
whore, and bend over so I can fuck your ass'."
"You know what I mean," Beth punched me in the ribs. "I
pity the poor girl."
I noticed that Beth was rubbing one of her nipples. "And
yet you also envy her," I said.
"Yes, I guess so, in a way," she answered after a few
moments. "I wonder what it would be like to be totally
uninhibited... to have sex with a lot of different men.
To do that and not have to think about it. not to have a
choice in the matter."
"So, you want me to find you a pimp?" I teased.
"You don't know any pimps," she said with a laugh.
"As a matter-of-fact, I do know a pimp. I have one for a
client, Miss know-it-all."
"Really? I didn't know that. Who is it?"
"You know I don't discuss my clients, at home," I said
putting my arm around her shoulders. "When I get him to
take you on as his whore, you'll get to know him very
well then."
"Why? What will he do to me?"
"Before he puts you to work, he'll have to try you out.
He would take you to his house and fuck you all weekend
long to see if you had what it takes. Then he'd bring in
a few friends to fuck you also." I kept up that kind of
talk for a while. I played with her ample breasts, and
when I put my hand down between her legs, I was a little
surprised to find that she was soaking wet. I knew I was
on to something, I just wasn't sure what it was.
Like a lot of men, when I find something that works, I
stick with it. I used the theme for several weeks, and
it worked like a charm every time. Beth would almost
immediately warm up. We fucked like a couple of rabbits.
CHAPTER TWO
Two days after the end of the quarter, like clockwork,
Roland Morgan brought his papers and books to my office.
Roland, or Big R, as he's known on the street, has many
irons in the fire. He owns a strip club, a convenience
store, a liquor store, and a couple more enterprises.
Most designed to laundry the i*****l flow of money from
his whores.
On our first meeting, I made it a point to tell Big R
that I wasn't like a lawyer. I told him not to tell me
anything that he didn't want told in court. Big R
laughed when I told him that. He told me he wasn't
worried, that he was protected. I discovered that he was
paying out large sums of money to the cops. It was
entered on his books as casual employment and
miscellaneous expenses.
I didn't know, or want to know, how many cops he was
paying off, but the figures for casual employment and
miscellaneous were large. On paper, Big R was a wealthy
man, and I was sure that a lot of cash didn't get to the
books.
"How's it going Mister Wheeler?" Big R asked setting the
arm load of books on my desk. Describing Big R is
difficult because there nothing about him that's unusual
or remarkable. He's black, I'd guess late thirties or
early forties, Five-nine or five-ten, and medium weight,
neither heavy or light. He's a spiffy dresser, but not
pimp flashy. He seemed to be mild mannered and soft
spoken. I decided to ask him something that had been
bothering me.
"Couldn't be better Mister Morgan," I answered. "I know
it's none of my business, but I've wondered why they
call you Big R."
He threw back his head and laughed. "Yeah, I can see why
you might wonder. My momma named me Roland and my Pop
took one look at my equipment, and called me Big R. The
name just stuck."
I know I must have turned five shades of red. I managed
to say, "Oh, I see."
"Yeah, when you start out life with a big dick, you get
tagged with some sort of nickname. Go on, Mister
Wheeler. You can ask."
"Ah, err... well how big was it?"
"My seventh grade teacher measured it," he said
laughing. "It was six and a half inches long then.
Coming in at just ********** inches now. I kinda grew
into it, I guess."
"Your school teacher measured it?" I stammered. "Why?"
"She was curious I guess. I fucked her two years later
in the backseat of her car in the school parking lot."
He laughed. "I had grown some by then. You going to call
me when you get my books done?"
"Yes," I said. "I know I'm asking a lot of questions,
but how does a person become a pimp?"
"I guess there's a lot of ways," he said. "I started in
high school. Girls found out I had a big dick, and I got
in a lot of panties. It wasn't long before I had more
pussy than I could handle, so I sold some to the other
guys. I had a variety of gals. Black, white, Hispanics,
and a few Asian. I found that the black guys wanted
white girls, and white guys wanted black girls, and
almost any of them would fuck a **** or Mexican gal. I
found out what the demand was, and supplied it. Still
do, for that matter."
"I see. I guess that's what makes the world go around.
Supply and demand. Still have a lot of girls?"
"I got twelve right now," he said. "Ten white girls and
two black ones. I supply mostly to the black community,
and they want white nookie. How long we been doing
business? Four or five years, ain't it? So why all the
questions now? I don't mind, but I'm curious."
"Oh, this woman I know was asking me about
prostitution," I said. "I told her I'd check around."
God! It sounded lame even to me.
"She's thinkin' about trying it?" Big R asked. "You can
tell her it's fuckin' dangerous to go out independent.
Lot of things can, and will go wrong. What she look
like?"
I don't know why, but I described Beth perfectly to him.
"Sounds like she might make a good whore. A mature white
woman, that has been around the block a few times can
make some serious money."
Son of a bitch! He was looking at the photo of Beth on
my desk. "You tell her that I'm fair with my bitches. I
don't dope them, or keep their money. They can work as
much, or as little as they want. All I ask is they be
fair with me, and keep themselves clean. I insist on a
check-up every two weeks, and that everybody uses a
rubber." He looked me in the eye. "How serious is this
chick? Is she thinking about it for the money, or for
the fun of it?"
"I guess mostly for the fun of it. She doesn't need the
money." How on earth did I let the conversation get this
far. What the hell was I thinking?
"Best kind of whore," Big R said, glancing at Beth's
picture again. "If she's looking for adventure, I can
supply it. I got to go. Call me when the books are ready
to be picked up."
***
"I spoke with Big... ah, my client today," I said. Beth
and I were sitting at the kitchen table. The only
daughter at home, wasn't at home, as usual.
"What big client is that, dear?"
"Not a big client. The pimp client I told you about."
Beth's fork stopped half way to her mouth.
"What did you talk about?" she asked, putting the food
back on her plate.
"This and that," I answered, probably a little smug.
"How things were going with his business."
"And how are things in his business?"
"Apparently pretty good," I know I was grinning like a
simpleton, but I couldn't help it Beth pushed her food
around on the plate a few moments then got up, and put
her plate in the sink.
"I'm going to take a shower and go on the bed," Beth
said leaving the kitchen.
"Okay, I'll be up in a little while. Oh, by the way," I
called after she had left. "He said you could interview
for a job anytime you wanted to." Timing is everything.
I waited for it. I didn't have to look up to know that
she was back in the doorway. I could hear her breathing.
"What are you talking about, Scott?" she demanded.
"What? I thought you had gone." I was playing it cool
and having some fun. "I mentioned to my client, that I
knew a woman who was thinking about becoming a
prostitute. When I described her, he became interested.
He said it sounded like she would make a good whore for
him." Beth came on in the kitchen, and stopped beside my
chair.
"Are you out of your mind?" she said, her voice cold,
and trembling with passion. Not the good kind. "Tell me,
Scott, are you out of your God damned mind?" Her voice
had risen to a screech.
"Hey, Beth, calm down," I said. I wasn't having any fun
now. "I didn't tell him who. I didn't give him any names
or anything. He won't be calling you on the phone." She
glared hard at me, her chest rising and falling. "I
can't believe you," she said, and hurried out of the
room. It's strange how something can turn into a bucket
of shit so quick.
I watched some TV a while, read a book for a while, and
stalled as long as I could. I was absolutely in no rush
to go up to bed. I woke up when my daughter came in at
quarter passed eleven. I lucked out, because Beth was
asleep when I got to the bed.
***
The next day I was up and out of the house before Beth
awoke, but that evening she seemed to be her old
cheerful self. You can bet your ass, I didn't bring up
the subject of our discontent. Actually, it was a couple
nights later that it was mentioned. Beth brought it up.
"So what did you tell him?" she asked. I was already in
bed and Beth was brushing her long auburn hair. She was
looking at me in the mirror. It crossed my mind,
briefly, to faint a lack of understanding, but I knew
she knew I knew.
"Not all that much. I ask him how he got in the
business, and it kind of evolved from there." I repeated
the conversation between Big R and me.
"You told him I was pretty?" she asked.
"I did not. I told him that my friend was beautiful and
super sexy." She didn't say anything for a while.
"I overreacted didn't I?"
"Maybe just a tad," I acknowledged. "But maybe you were
justified. Who knows?"
"I can't believe his teacher measured his... thing.
That's too bizarre. And they did it a couple years
later?"
"That's what he said. He strikes me as a man that
doesn't have to brag."
"And he said that he thought I could do well in the
business?"
"He certainly did. He said a sexy mature woman could do
very well." When she didn't respond right away I said,
"While he was talking to me, I got a mental picture of
you and him... together... you know... having sex." Beth
turned around to look directly at me. A smile was
playing around her mouth.
"Tell me about that mental image. What exactly did you
see?"
I went into a long and fanciful story of what I saw in
my mind. Beth came and lay down beside me as I spun the
yarn. Some of it I had visualized, but most I conjured
up from my mind. I had no more than finished the tale
and Beth was all over me. She was like a wild woman who
had been denied sex for a long time.
***
"You got a VCR?' Big R asked me. He had come to get the
books. I told him I did, and he handed me a video tape.
"You tell your friend to watch this tape, and then if
she wants to talk, we can."
After he left I put the tape in my player that's build
in the small TV I have in the office. The tape started
showing Big R setting behind a big desk. He was speaking
to someone out of sight.
"Why do you want to get in the business?" he asked. The
sound wasn't all that clear, but I could understand him.
"I need some money," a female voice said. "I need a lot
of money, fast." The camera widened out, and I saw an
attractive white woman sitting on a chair in front of
the desk. The angle didn't change, and I wondered if it
was done remotely.
"You ever been a professional whore?" Big R asked. She
shook her head and murmured something I couldn't hear.
"I'm going to assume that you ain't a virgin."
"No, I'm hardly a virgin. I'm married, and I have two
c***dren."
"Most of our customers are black," Big R said. "You ever
fucked a black man before?" She shook her head in the
negative. "Do you like to fuck?" She nodded her head.
"You get a blood test, like I ask you to do?"
"Yes sir, I did. Like I told you on the phone I have
never had sex with anybody except my husband... ever."
"I guess that answers the question about threesomes and
gangbangs. Ever made it with a chick?"
"No sir," she answered in a soft voice.
"Why did you decide you wanted to be a whore?" Big R
asked bluntly.
"I don't know. I guess because I thought I could make
some money doing something I like, and that I'm good at.
I don't have any training or skills to fall back on.
I've always been a housewife and mother. Last year my
husband got sick. He was out of work for nearly six
months. We got way behind in our bills. The mortgage
company is demanding back house payments, or they'll
foreclose."
"Your hubby know that you are applying to be a whore?"
She nodded slowly.
"He's all right with it?"
"Yes. I don't know if he is or not. He said he was, but
I don't know for sure. We're desperate, so it doesn't
really matter. He's working two jobs, and we still
aren't catching up very fast."
"We are being videotaped," Big R said. "You see that
camera over there on the shelf? Look right at the camera
and say your name, your age, and that you are applying
for a job as a whore of your own free will." The woman
turned slightly, and looked right into the camera.
"My name is Holly May McAllister. I am twenty-six years
old. I am applying for a job as a whore of my own free
will."
"Stand up Holly May," big R instructed. "I want you to
take off your clothes. Keep looking at the camera while
you do." The woman did as he instructed. Soon she was
naked. Holly May had breasts that were in the category
of "mouthful", but they were well formed.
The camera zoomed in on her chest and I could see that
her boobs were like two cones on her chest. The camera
panned down to show that she had a narrow strip of pubic
hair above her slit. The camera widened back out to show
all of her. I wondered who was operating the camera, as
Big R didn't seem to move his hands. The only
nervousness she displayed was biting her lower lip.
"Are you ready to continue?" Big R asked her. She
nodded, and he led her through a door behind the desk.
The picture went snowy, and then reappeared again in a
bedroom setting. Big R was sitting on the edge of a bed
with his clothes off. He was holding a huge cock in one
hand. Obviously he had been truthful about the size of
his cock. I stopped the tape and rewound it. I wanted to
watch it with Beth. I had to watch it with her.
CHAPTER THREE
Beth's story:
I know I am a very lucky woman. I'm married to a
wonderful man, I have two wonderful daughters, and I
live in a nice house. Everything is perfect. That's not
exactly the truth. It's not perfect, just comfortable.
I'm not sure when I begun to have feelings of
dissatisfaction. Maybe they came in small increments
over a long period of time. I don't know.
Scott is a hard working man. He had to be earlier in our
marriage, because we were usually only a few dollars
from financial disaster. Scott's problem is, he didn't
know when to slow down. We managed over the years to
save enough so that both girls can go to college without
us having to scrimp. Scott made some good investments
that has paid off. He doesn't need to work all the time
like he used to. But he does.
One night a couple of weeks ago, Scott brought in
another adult video. I don't care for them much, but
I've learned that if I want sex I have to put up with
them. They do serve the purpose of arousing Scott. This
tape was a lot different. The theme was a white girl who
went to work as a prostitute for a black pimp. There was
a lot of sex between her and various black men.
I realize that it was just a movie with professional
actors, but for some reason it **** to me. I envied the
girl, and her ability to have casual sex with strangers.
I liked the idea that she got paid to have sex with a
lot of men. There was one scene that stuck in my mind
vividly. The scene is firmly stuck in my memory so that
I can quote the dialog from my memory.
The woman just returned from servicing a customer...
john, they called it. Her pimp and another man were
waiting on her. She smiles at her pimp, and gives him a
big, long, deep kiss.
"Get your cunt all juiced up, did you?" the pimp said..
The woman said she had. "Get them clothes off, and let
us see your slick, gooey pussy." The woman glanced at
the other man, but took her clothes off. "Look here
Tyrone," the pimp said. "She's still wet from her black
sexin' That mutherfucker use a rubber?" The girl said of
course. She said she knew the rules. "Good. Get down on
your knees and give my cock a good suckin' Me and Tyrone
are going to give you some more black cock."
The girl, Gina or Tina, got down, and took the man's big
black penis out of his pants and proceeded to give him
oral sex. I have never cared for oral sex, but she made
it look like fun. Over the next thirty minutes or so,
the pimp, and the man called Tyrone, had sex her in
every imaginable position and combinations.
The finale was that both men took her. One in her vagina
and one in her rectum. I admired, and envied the ease
with which she took both of them in her. She appeared as
if she liked it a lot. I said my thoughts aloud to Scott
without think about it. The end result was Scott and I
had sex that was greater than any in recent history for
us. In fact our sex life took a sharp upturn for the
next several weeks.
The words they used in that video kept running through
my head. Pussy, cunt, whore, cock and fuck. All words
that I hate, and never use. Scott said fuck sometimes,
but I always chided him when he did. For some reason I
couldn't get the nasty words out of my mind.
Scott has a client that he says is a pimp. I doubted it
at first, but I can usually tell when Scott is lying to
me. One night he had the audacity to tell me he had
discussed me with the pimp. I flew into a rage. I wanted
to choke Scott, but as quickly as the anger came, it
left, and for some strange reason I was glad Scott
talked to the pimp.
***
When Scott brought the tape home, I thought it was
another video from the rental store. Scott told me it
was special, and to wait until bedtime to watch it. I
felt a tingle between my legs. If whatever it was, would
get Scott an erection, I would watch it with him.
That night I finished in the bathroom first and was
lying on the bed waiting for Scott. He came out and
started the tape. He said that he had seen the first few
minutes, so I was to start without him.
It was an interview for a prostitute, and when the
camera widened out and I saw the woman I nearly fainted.
I gasped, and Scott stuck his head out of the bathroom.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Oh... my... god!" I said. "I know her. That's Holly...
something. I can't remember her last name."
"Holly McAllister. How do you know her?" Scott said
pushing the pause button.
"We were in the book club together," I said, staring at
the frozen image on the TV. "She dropped out several
months ago. I don't know the details, but something was
wrong at home."
"Sickness," Scott said starting the tape again. "I'll be
out in a few minutes. Keep watching."
And watch, I did. I had wondered what had happened to
Holly. I had not seem her since the last book club
meeting four or five months earlier. Now I knew.
Apparently Holly had taken a job outside the home.
"This is where I stopped it," Scott said getting on the
bed beside me. The scene showed the black man sitting on
the bed holding his... cock, dammit. I might as well say
it as think it. His cock was bigger than any I had ever
seen in the porno movies Scott had brought home. I
watched, totally enthralled, as a nude Holly went over
and knelt down in front of the man.
I watched without blinking, because I was afraid I might
miss something. Holly took the man's penis... his cock,
and stroked it, and then took it in her mouth. Neither
Scott or I said a word as we watched her head bobbing up
and down on his manhood. Her mouth was stretched wide
and her cheeks were inflated as she sucked him. I
managed to tear my eyes away long enough to glance at
Scotts cock, and see that he was aroused.
The black man pulled Holly from his cock and pulled her
down on the bed with him where he proceeded to take her
forcefully. Her legs flew open, as he pressed himself
into her. Holly moaned loudly as he enter her a little
at a time. I could plainly hear her ask him to go
slower, which he did. I was fascinated as I watched this
girl I knew, being taken by this black man with the huge
cock.
"What is his name?" I asked Scott without taking my eyes
from the TV. "I don't want to think of him as 'that
man', 'that pimp' or that 'black man'. I want to know
his name."
"They call him Big R," Scott said.
Big R. okay, I had a name for the black creature that
was fucking Holly so hard. Suddenly Holly started
bucking, and yelling that she was coming. Big R just
kept fucking her. That was what it was. It wasn't making
love, having sex, or any other thing. It was fucking,
pure and simple. Fucking. I said the word out loud,
tasting it, savoring it, and causing Scott to stare at
me. Holly had another orgasm, and another after that.
"How do they do that?" I asked Scott.
"How do they do what?"
"Make the camera change places and zoom in like that."
"Somebody is operating them from a remote site, I
guess," Scott answered.
The idea that they were being watched by someone else,
caused my heart to beat even harder. I didn't think that
was possible. There were unseen eyes watching as his
huge cock piston in and out of her. Unseen eyes watched
as he withdrew his cock, and put her on her knees, and
begun to fuck her doggy style. Eyes of an unknown person
watched as the camera zoomed in to where Big R and Holly
were connected, and saw the sperm gushing out around his
black rod as it went in and out of her.
My nipples were rock hard and I stroked them to try to
relive the aching. Big R used his sperm and her juices
to facilitate his finger going into her.ass. He used one
finger and then two. Suddenly he withdrew his cock from
her. her cunt. Okay, I can say it. He took it out of her
cunt, and rammed it in her ass. He got almost half of it
in before she could react. Holly screamed loudly, and
tried to crawl away from the anal intruder. It did her
no good, because he was holding tightly to her hips. He
jerked her back until she was fully impelled on his
cock.
Big R held her still and didn't move himself until she
quieted down. After she became quiet, he began to move
his hips, slowly at first and then faster until Holly
began to rock with him. I could see her fingers playing
with her clitoris as he butt fucked her. I couldn't take
any more. I grabbed the remote and stopped the tape.
"Fuck me, Scott," I said. "Fuck me like Big R did Holly.
Make me your bitch."
Good old Scott was ready, willing and able. He was as
excited as I was, I think. I let, no, I demanded that,
Scott fuck me in the ass, something I hadn't let him do
all that often. After a prolonged bout of sex, I drifted
off into a troubled sleep. I had dreams all night of a
black man taking me like Big R took Holly.
After Scott left for work, I managed to get a few hours
of dreamless sleep. I got up after nine o'clock, which
was most unusual for me. I ate a quick breakfast and did
some detective work. I called a friend, who was also in
the book club with Holly. Marge knew where Holly lived.
With that information, and what I knew from the
interview I found the phone number.
"Hi Holly? This is Beth Wheeler," I said when a woman
answered the phone.
"How on earth are you doing?"
"Oh, Beth, hi," she said. "I'm fine. How are you?"
"I'm fine. We have missed you at the book club meetings,
and I wanted to check on you."
"Why how nice of you. I had to drop out and get a job.
Maybe in a few months I'll be able rejoin the group."
"How's your work going?" I asked. I was about to do
something mean, and I dreaded it, because I'm not a mean
person.
"Good, I enjoy it."
"Holly can we meet for coffee or maybe lunch? I would
like to talk about your job. I know about Big R."
There was a long silence on the line.
"Oh, shit," Holly said softly. "How did you find out?"
"Look Holly," I said. "I'm not going to divulge your
secrets. I have no intention of hurting you in any way.
I promise you that. I just need to talk to you in
person. Please meet with me."
"Yeah, sure, why not?" Holly said in a resigned tone of
voice. "Where?"
"How about coffee in an hour at the Town and Country
café. I know it's an imposition to you, but it's
important to me." I knew she knew where it was because
we had some book club meeting there for a while. She
agreed, and I hurried off to get dressed. I don't know
exactly why, but I felt the need to look good for Holly.
Is that not strange? I wanted to dress up for a
prostitute.
***
There wasn't but two other customers in the Town and
Country Café. The lunch crowd hadn't started and the
breakfast crowd had gone. Holly was waiting for me at a
table by the window.
"Sorry Holly. Am I late?" I said looking at my watch.
"No, I'm a little early. I just sit down, and I saw you
parking. I ordered coffee for both of us. I hope that's
okay."
"Yes, that fine. I want to thank you for meeting me," I
said. "And I want you to know I meant what I said. I'll
tell nobody what I know, and I won't cause you any
trouble." Holly looked steadily at me and nodded. "You
look great, Holly." She did look good, more confident
and assured.
"Thank you," she said with a slight smile. "You look
good also. How do you know Big R?"
"Actually, I don't know him," I said. I took a deep
breath and plunged right in. "My husband knows him from
a business relationship. I found out that you were
working for Big R, and I wanted to ask you some
questions about it. Rest assured, I'm not going to be
judgmental. Oh, shoot. I'm doing this all wrong. Let me
back up a little, and give you some background." I
started with Scott bringing home the first interracial
video tape, and told her everything. She let me tell my
story without interrupting me.
"So you want to know what it's like to be a whore?"
Holly asked when I finished. "Okay, but first let's get
this straight. You don't want to become a whore. Not
really. This is not a way for you to make money, because
you don't need money. Beth, you want to be a slut. You
are looking for adventure, for excitement, for some
illicit sex, because you are bored, and your married sex
life stinks. How close am I?"
I gave it some thought. "Pretty close," I admitted. " Is
there adventure, and excitement? Can you tell me what
it's like being... you know?"
"A whore. We can say the word," Holly said. "Sure I can.
Is there adventure? Sure there's adventure, and there's
excitement, and plenty of illicit sex, but it's not
exactly like the videos. You have to be careful.
Personal hygiene becomes a way of life for you. Hell, I
got the crabs my second trip out. Big R is careful who
gets to use his bitches. Ninety percent of the men are
nice enough, it's the other ten percent you have to
watch out for.
"When you work for Big R you have to do some gratis
work. You know, give his boys some pussy from time to
time, but he makes it up to you. I know it's not
important to you, but the money is real good. Big R
let's his girls work as much, or as little as they want
to. When I first started, I worked almost every day and
night.
"We were in debt up past our eyebrows, and getting
deeper. When we got even with the creditors, I eased off
some. Right now I'm only working a couple nights a week,
and some special events. Have you and your husband ever
swung? You know... swap parties, or that sort of thing?"
"No, nothing like that at all."
"Look Beth, I don't know what to tell you. You aren't
really asking for advice on whether to do it or not.
You've made up your mind about that already, haven't
you?"
"No... I don't... I don't really know. Maybe I have. How
many girls does Big R have working for him?"
"I don't know for sure. A dozen or so, I guess. I only
know a few of them. The ones I know about are white. One
is a granny."
"A granny? I guess I could qualify for that."
"Not for a few years," Holly said laughing. "His granny
is about sixty and looks it."
"Really? There's a demand for an old woman?"
"Apparently there is a demand. I guess there are some
black men who really get off fucking an old white woman.
Maybe fucking their old school teacher vicariously.
Anyway, I hear Granny does all right for herself. There
is one white chick, Olga, who specializes in ass
sucking." Holly laughed at my expression. "Hey, when you
get in the business, you're going to find a lot of
kinks. If you are strong for women's right, you need to
find your adventure elsewhere. You try to tell Big R
that it's your body, he'll be damned quick to tell you,
not while you're working for him. Your body is his body,
and he'll decide what's to be done with it. If you have
any sexual hang-up, you better get over them. I had to
learn a lot of things quick."
"Like what?" I asked.
"Sex with women for one thing," she said. "Have you ever
made it with a chick?" I shook my head. "Me either until
about three days after I started. One of Big R's friends
shoved my face in a chick's pussy, and told me to eat
it."
"What did you do?"
"I ate it," Holly said with a laugh. "Look, Beth, these
guys don't ask you if you want to do this or if you
would like to do that. They won't ask your permission.
They tell you to do it, and you better do it or you'll
regret it. For one thing Big R will run you off, but
most likely, you'll get the hell slapped out of you. A
lot of these guys will want to double up on you. I don't
know what Big R would charge for you, but he put a three
hundred dollar minimum on my ass.
"One guy for an hour, three hundred. Two guys for an
hour is only five hundred. These guys aren't rocket
scientists, but they can do the math. Joe Blow and his
buddy save a hundred by doubling up on me. It works both
ways. It saves them a hundred, but it saves me an hour,
and time is money."
"You have to do a lot of anal sex?"
"Yeah," Holly answered with a grin. "Some of the black
guys get off doing a woman in what they think is the
final degradation and humiliation. Look, sex is all
about head games. I found out early on that I get a lot
of repeat customers by acting like it's terrible for me.
I play the part of the poor little victim as far as I
can, and it works for me."
"Wow, there's a lot to think about isn't there?" We
sipped out coffee in silence for a few minutes. "Let me
ask you one more question, Holly. If you had it to do
over would you?"
Holly didn't answer for a few moments. "In five and a
half months I managed to get us out of debt except for
the house and my new car. Unlike you, I was looking for
a way out. Apparently you're looking for a way in."
Holly paused and stared out the window for a couple of
minutes. "Yes I would," she finally said. "Not just for
the money, either.
"Over the past several months I've made a discovery
about myself that I didn't know before. I like sex. I
like sex a lot, and I like a lot of sex. Some of Big R's
bitches don't really like men. They don't really like
sex. Being a whore is a means to an end for them. I was
motivated by a need for **********, but along the way
something awoke in me. I found out I like to fuck."
I noticed that two elderly women had taken the table
next to ours. Apparently Holly had not noticed, or
didn't care. Both women appeared to be well off, by
their dress. One of them looked up at Holly's last
statement.
"Good for you honey," the woman said loud enough for us
to hear. "Fuck the silly bastards to death, and make
them pay through the nose for it." Her companion nodded
her head in agreement with the statement. Laughing,
Holly and I left the café. The lunch crowd was beginning
to arrive, anyway.
"Look, Holly," I said when we got to the curb. "Big R
doesn't know who I am or anything about me. At least not
yet. Please don't mention our conversation to him."
"Okay," she answered me. "However you want it. We both
know that it's not going to be long before you try sex
with a black man. Let me urge you to be damned careful.
Aside from the diseases, there are other dangers you
need to consider. If you want to try it, do it with
somebody safe, like Big R, who will take care of you. If
you want to talk again, let me know. I'm available for
you. Now I have one last question for you. How did you
find out about me?"
"Big R gave Scott a video tape of your interview. Scott
and I watched it last night."
"Oh, I see," she said blushing slightly, "Did you like
it?"
"Loved it! We didn't watch it all because we had to
stop, and take care of business. We both were hot and
horny. We stopped the tape just after Big R screwed your
butt."
"Then you missed the part where Big R, and his friend
Russell, doubled up on me. I think Big R added some
other sessions on the tape. I think there might be a bit
where I pulled a train for them. I haven't seen all of
it yet. I'd like to see it sometime. Call me, Beth. In
fact call me, and let me know what you think about the
rest of the tape. " She walked away, and I hurried home
to watch some more of the video tape.
CHAPTER FOUR
Scott's story:
The next day after Beth and I watched Holly's video was
a long one. I had trouble focusing on my work. Two
things were clear to me. One, I was getting a lot of hot
sex, and two, Beth was getting very interested in this
thing... whatever it is. I guess it was the third thing
that bothered me most, and that is, things were not
going to stay like they were. I didn't know if I was
going to like the changes or not.
At lunch time I took a few minutes just to think about
my feelings. How would I feel if Beth actually went to
Big R? The thought of another man's dick in my wife sent
waves of anxiety through me. When I imagined it, I also
felt an excitement that I couldn't quite get a handle
on. The image never failed to bring me a throbbing hard-
on. That fact couldn't be denied. There I sat at my
desk, with a boner. I called home to see how Beth was
doing.
"Hi, it's me," I said when she answered. "What's going
on with you?"
"You will not believe what I just did," she sounded a
little out of breath. "I just finished masturbating
while watching that video of Holly." She was sure right.
I didn't believe it. Doing that was so out of character
for her. Saying it, even more so. "How is your day?" she
added.
"Apparently not as good as yours," I said. "What brought
the self gratification on?"
"I met with Holly this morning," Beth said. "We had a
long talk about... things."
"What things?"
"Her motivation for being a prostitute. How she liked
it, and what were some of the things she did. That sort
of things."
"I see. Just regular girl talk, huh? Did you watch the
rest of the video or just review what we've already
seen?"
"Both," she giggled. "You are going to love the part you
didn't see. I sure won't mind watching it again with
you."
"I can't wait," I said realizing it was true. I couldn't
wait. At that very moment I made a decision to bring in
more accountants to do some of the work. Hell, I should
be able to take off in the afternoon if I wanted to.
Working my ass off suddenly got very old. That afternoon
I started the ball rolling to buy out a competitor who
wanted to retire. He had four CPA's working for him, and
I'd keep all of them, and maybe even hire one more.
I was met at my front door by my beautiful wife wearing
a slinky dressing gown. She handed me a cocktail. Both
the dressing gown and cocktail were unusual, but most
welcome. Beth literally dragged me to the bedroom.
"You won't believe what Big R, and some guy did to
Holly," she said. She had the tape in the bedroom
player, and set at where we left off the night before.
While I watched, I took my coat and tie off. Beth lay on
the bed, the dressing gown opened to her waist. I
noticed that she had shaved most of her pubic hair off,
leaving only a landing strip like Holly had.
I tore my eyes away from my wife and back to the TV.
Holly was sitting on Big R, facing away toward the
camera. She was leaned back so it was apparent that Big
R's cock was in her ass. She had a look of pure
enjoyment on her face. Another man entered the picture.
He was also black. The stranger stood looking at Holly
for a moment while stroking a fairly large cock. Not as
large as Big R, but still impressive.
"Watch this, Scott," Beth said in a strained voice.
"Watch what he does."
The man went in between their legs, reached out and took
hold of Holly's small breasts. He twisted and pulled at
her nipples, causing her to sit up straighter. The
stranger leaned down and kissed Holly, still grasping
her nipples. One of Holly's hands came up around the
man's neck while the other was at his waist. They kissed
for a long time and holly's hand left the man's neck and
disappeared between them. I assumed that she had a grip
on his cock. The camera changed position, and I could
see that she did indeed have hold of his cock. She was
pulling it toward her pussy.
"Watch Scott," Beth said as if I were able to be
distracted. Fat chance of that happening right then. The
man moved closer and Holly positioned the head of his
cock to her cunt. Then with a lunge the man rammed his
cock in her with one motion. Holly screamed loudly. She
had her hands on the man's chest as if to shove him away
from her.
"Take it easy!" Holly yelled. "Easy, dammit!" In just a
few moments she was yelling for them to fuck her harder,
and every few minutes she would cry out in ecstasy as
she had an orgasm.
I looked over at Beth who was gazing at the screen and
playing with her own wet pussy. In all the time we've
been married, I never saw her finger herself. I took my
pants and shorts off, and got on the bed beside her.
With one hand she took my cock, and slowly stroked it,
while frigging herself with the other hand. It was a
time of many firsts for us.
"I want you in me when they gang-bang her," Beth said
urgently. I lay back, and let her mount me, her back to
me as Holly had been to Big R. I had to lean over to see
around her. I could feel Beth's finger working her clit
while I was in her. Beth came within a few seconds and
continued to do so for the next ten minutes, until I
came in her.
Pre-dinner sex was another new thing. I think I like it.
Beth had dinner warming in the over and we set down with
Carla, our youngest, and had a nice meal. Carl seem
confused at her mothers and my antics during dinner. I
guess we were a bit giddy. I announced that I was buying
out old man Carlson and both Carla and Beth were
surprised and pleased.
"Good for you Scott," Beth said. "Let the others do the
work and you just set back and watch them. I hope you
don't lose any of your big customers." The reference to
"big" sent both Beth and I into a fit of laughter.
"What's wrong with you two?" Carla asked. "You are both
acting weird." That comment caused more merriment. Carla
seemed happy to escape from us.
Later that night as Beth and I were ready for bed, we
talked about what was going on in our lives. The changes
that seemed to be happening. The consensus was, we
neither one, had a clue as to where it was leading, and
we both knew that it was leading somewhere.
"The only thing that bothers me is, will you love me no
matter what," Beth said.
"I can hopefully put your mind at ease on that," I told
her. "We've been through too much to let something
happen. Yes, Beth, I'll always love you no matter what.
When do you want to meet him?" She didn't answer for so
long I thought she had gone to sleep.
"Not where Holly did," she said softly. "Someplace
where... I don't know. How about here?"
"When?"
"Soon, I think. Maybe for dinner or for cocktails."
"I'll let you know," I said. Soon we were both asleep.
The next morning I called Big R.
"Good morning Mister Morgan," I said. "My wife and I
would like for you to come for dinner. Would Friday
night be convenient? "
"And a good morning to you also, Mister Wheeler," came
Big R's voice. "I don't know why we don't dispense with
the misters, do you? I have to wonder who you are
inviting to dinner. Roland Morgan or Big R?" That
question completely threw me for a moment. I managed to
recover.
"Both," I answered. "Roland Morgan for dinner and maybe
Big R for after dinner drinks. Do you think that could
be arranged?"
"Certainly, Scott," he answered with a chuckle. "I
assume your friend liked the video?"
"Loved it, Roland," I answered. "Absolutely loved it.
I'll see you at seven o'clock Friday evening." I gave
him directions to my house and hung up, with a silly
sense of satisfaction.
CHAPTER FIVE
Beth's story:
Holy cow I did it! I told Scott I wanted to meet Big R.
Scott didn't let any grass grow under his feet. He call
me the next morning and told me that we would be hosting
a dinner for a client named Roland Morgan on Friday
night. It's Big R, I could tell by the sound of Scott's
voice.
The rest of that day, and all day Friday I was almost
beside myself. When we host a dinner for a client, I use
a caterer. It was simpler, and a lot easier on my
nerves. I was so filled with anxiety that I doubt that I
could have boiled water.
By Friday afternoon I was calm. Of course I had a little
help from a bottle of Jack Daniels. I tried on several
outfits and discarded all of them. I finally settled on
a simple, but expensive black cocktail dress. It had a
rather daring neckline, and spaghetti straps. The dress
came to mid thigh. Sexy, but elegant, I thought. I
didn't wear a bra. My legs have a nice tan and I didn't
wear stockings. Just a pair of black pumps. Scott came
home as I finished dressing. He apparently approved.
"Wow, sweetheart, you look good enough to eat." I gave
him a big kiss. "Ah, I think I taste of the nectar from
Lynchburg Tennessee on your lips. Why don't you fix me
one while I grab a shower?"
"Sure thing, sugar-booger," I said playfully. "Carla is
spending the night with a friend. They are going to a
movie first."
At fifteen minutes until seven, everything was ready. I
was getting butterflies again, which annoyed me. I
wasn't a silly school girl waiting on her first date. I
am a married housewife with c***dren waiting on. I
laughed out loud, and said it out loud. "A pimp."
"What was that dear?" Scott asked.
"I said, I heard a car door. It must be him."
When the door bell rang, Scott went to the door. "Hey,
Roland, come on in."
I stood nervously waiting in the hallway. The school
girl jitters were back.
"Roland is there somebody waiting in your car?" I heard
Scott say.
"Yeah, That's Russell, or Russ some call him. He's
usually around somewhere close."
"Do you want to invite him in?" Scott asked uncertainly.
"Nah, he's fine. I'll call him if he's needed. Nice
place you got here."
"Thanks, Roland. Come and meet the wife." That was my
cue. I came into the living room. "Honey, there you are,
this is Roland Morgan. Roland, my wife Beth."
"Mrs. Wheeler, it so a pleasure to meet you," Roland
said.
"Now Mister Morgan you must call me Beth," I said.
"Okay, but you must call me Roland. I was just telling
Scott that you have a beautiful place here. Please
excuse me, while I mention to Scott what a beautiful
wife he has, also."
Roland Morgan just oozed charm. Then and all through
dinner. He regaled us with stories about himself and his
various endeavors. Nothing about his being a pimp was
mentioned or even hinted at. From every appearance he
was Roland Morgan, charming businessman. I began to
wonder if I had made a mistake, and that he wasn't Big
R, the pimp.
After dinner we went out onto the patio for drinks. My
head was slightly buzzing from the wine we had with
dinner and the Jack Daniels before.
"So Big R," Scott said when we were seated with the
drinks. "Everything cool on the street?"
"Yeah man, everything is super cool. Strip joint is
jumpin' and the girls are jivin'. Life is good."
"What night is best for your bitches?" Scott asked.
Something had happened. It was like I had left the room
during a movie, and nobody told me what had happened
while I was gone.
"Friday is usually pretty good 'cause it's payday for a
lot of guys," the black man said. "So that's lay-day for
some. Course every night is good if you got the right
ladies working for you. I got a opening that I plan to
interview for later. Can't have too many vacancies, you
know."
His voice was even different. I blinked a couple of
times to make sure he was the same man. "I always give
my bitches a test drive before I put them to work." He
was looking across at me. I felt myself beginning to
moisten. Was this really happening?
"What makes a good streetwalker?" Scott asked, glancing
at me.
"I don't know. I got nothing but prime pussy, and I
don't put them on the street. All my bitches are top
grade. Some say table grade, cause they are good for
eatin'" He was looking at me while talking to Scott. My
face felt flush. My whole body felt flush.
"How do you test drive them?' Scott inquired.
"A gal come to me and says she wants to go to work
selling her pussy. That don't mean she any good at it.
Before I sell her ass, I have to know if it's any good
or not. Not every woman who wants to be a ho can do the
job. Takes a certain kind of woman to be a good whore."
"What kind of woman?" I heard myself ask. I was sitting
beside Scott on the porch sofa, and Roland, who had
suddenly became Big R, was sitting across from us in a
chair. Scott got up to get more drinks, and when he did,
Big R came over and sat beside me.
"First of all she's got to want to be a whore, or has to
be a whore. The ones that want to are the best. They got
to be able to learn the tricks of the trade, and do it
pretty quick. Them that don't learn will be out turning
tricks on the street pretty soon. Good whores like to
fuck." He put his hand on my thigh where the dress
stopped. He rubbed my leg with the tips of his fingers.
"Every once in a while I get a bitch that's just curious
about what it would be like to fuck a black man."
"How does that work?" Scott said. He handed us the
drinks and took a seat across from us.
"Depends," Big R said continuing to stroke my leg. "I
fuck'em of course.
Most of the time I call Russell in to fuck'em , too. I
value his opinion. Sometimes that satisfies them, and I
never see them again. Most of the time I make a few buck
off their ass before they decide to try something else.
Once in a great while I find a jewel. That very special
woman who goes wild for black cock, and can't get enough
of it. The woman in the video you saw, was one such
jewel. She's made me a bunch of money and having a ball
doing it. Everybody wins."
"Holly," I said without thinking.
"Yes, Holly," Big R said. His stroking had moved the hem
of my dress up almost high enough to expose my black
panties. " Holly discovered that she enjoyed being the
center of attention of a couple black studs. She found
out that she loves it when two or more men of color fuck
her." He stopped stroking me and put his arm around my
shoulders and pulled me closer to him.
"Tell me, Beth, do you think you would enjoy a big,
hard, black cock?" I wasn't sure I could actually form
words, so I just nodded my head. Big R flicked the thin
strap off my shoulder. "Yes, I think you would. I think
Scott would enjoy watching you get fucked by a black
cock or two. Isn't that right, Scott?"
"Yes," Scott answered almost inaudibly. "I would."
Big R set his drink on the table beside the sofa and
pulled the other strap from my shoulder. "Scott would
you go out to the car and ask Russell to come in,
please. I'm going to fuck Beth, and Russell always gets
a kick watching it happen when I fuck a white woman for
her first time." Scott quickly left the patio.
It all sounded so matter of fact, as if he were
discussing some inane subject, and not the sexual taking
of another person. One of his hands rested on by breast
and the other pulled the top of my dress down,
completely exposing my breasts. Scott was back soon,
followed by another man.
"Ah, here is my main man, Russell. Russ, this is Beth.
For the time being, Beth belongs to Scott. Doesn't Beth
have nice tits?"
"Yeah, nice big titties," Russell said. He came over and
took both my breasts in his hands and hefted them like a
couple of melons. "Yeah R, them's nice fat tits." He
pinched my nipples, casing a shiver to run through me.
"They are indeed, Russ," Big R said. "Scott, would you
be so kind as to show Russ and I where the bedroom is.
We are going to fuck Beth now." He had to help me up
from the sofa. My knees were not strong enough to hold
me. My mind seemed frozen. As we went through the living
room, Big R unzipped my dress, and when it fell to the
floor, I stepped out of it, and we continued on. I was
now wearing only panties and heels, my full breasts
swayed as we walked to the bedroom, following Scott and
the man called Russ. Big R fondled one breast as we
went.
I stopped just inside the bedroom door. I think when I
saw the bed, it all became clear to me. Suddenly what
had been surreal became very real. Until that moment it
had not been really happening. But now I understood that
I was going to be... fucked. Fucked by two black men on
my bed, in my house, and my husband was going to watch.
I felt Big R give me a gentle push toward the bed. It
wasn't hard, it wasn't even an insistent push. More of a
reminder that I wanted this to happen. I went on into
the bedroom.
"Say this," Big R said. "I am Beth Wheeler. I am over
the age of eighteen, and I want to be fucked by these
two black men. Say today's date." Russell held up a
small recorder, and I repeated the words.
I felt Big R pulling my panties down. I could also feel
the wetness between my legs. Scott sat down on my
dressing stool, and Russell took off his clothes. I
could sense that Big R was also taking off his clothing,
but I didn't turn around to look. I kept my eyes on my
husband. I felt Big R's hand on my butt. I felt him
caressing me. I felt his finger reaching my pussy from
behind. I opened my legs to accommodate him. He inserted
one finger in me and then another.
"She's wet, Russ," Big R said. "Very wet and ready. Turn
around Beth and look at me." I did as he said. A very
unremarkable man with a remarkable cock. It was not
sticking out, but it was hard. His cock looked much
larger than it had in the video. "Do you want to suck my
cock, Beth?" I nodded, still not trusting my vocal
abilities. "Get on your knees, Beth. Take my cock in
your hands, and feel how hard it is for you. Take it
into your mouth, and worship my black cock."
I did as he told me to do. His cock was hot and heavy,
and big. It seemed to pulsate with a life of its own. I
licked the small drop of moisture from the tip, and then
put as much of it as I could into my mouth. Big R's cock
had a kind of sweet taste, almost like honey. I sucked
and licked his cock for a few minutes, and then I
realized that Russell had moved beside Big R, and he was
holding his cock out to me.
I alternated between the two men for a long time.
Sucking first one then the other. Russell's cock had a
slight salty taste, and was not as large as Big R's. Big
R and Little R, but Little R was still larger than any
cock I had ever seen, let alone held and sucked. I
wasn't aware at the time that Russell handed a camcorder
to Scott who taped the whole thing.
"Bitch is pretty good, ain't she R?" Russell said.
"Yeah, pretty good cocksucker, Russ," Big R responded. I
took ridiculous pride in their words. "Hey Beth! You
ready to get some black cock in your cunt?"
I heard someone, me I guess, say, "Yesss. I want black
cock in me."
From that point on, it's mostly a kaleidoscope of
orgasms with a tiny bit of pain mixed in. I think I
climaxed more in a few hours than all of my life
previously. Big R took me first, then handed me off to
Russell. I lost track of who fucked me when. I had at
least one cock in me for over two hours straight.
Much of the time I had both cocks in me. That tiny bit
of pain came when Big R stuck that awesome cock in my
ass for the first time. I do remember screaming at him
to take it out, but he didn't. He and Russell both
fucked me in my ass at least twice more. I vaguely
remember Scott putting me in the shower. I was semi-
comatose at the time.
The next thing I remember was waking up, the sun shining
in the bedroom window and birds singing outside.
CHAPTER SIX
Scott's story:
I left Bath sleeping peacefully and went in to the
office. There were a couple of things that needed to be
done, and my new employees weren't up to speed on my
stuff. The problem was, I couldn't concentrate on
numbers. I sat alone at my desk and wrestled with a
number of conflicting emotions. I felt anger at Beth,
and at myself, I felt betrayal of both Beth, and myself.
I felt remorse, and I felt uncertainty. The guilt came
from my part in the debauchery. I, Scott Wheeler, set it
up, made it happen, and watched it happen. I wondered
what Beth was feeling about it. Was she angry at me, at
herself? Did she have remorse? After a couple of
fruitless hours I closed the files, turned off the
computer, and made ready to leave. I was almost to the
door when the phone rang.
"Hi Scott," came Roland Morgan's voice. "Beth said you
left a note that you were working."
"Hi Roland," I said. "Yeah, had some work to do. You
talked with Beth, then?"
"Oh yeah, we had a nice little chat. She said her butt
was a little tender but otherwise she was okay. How you
doin'? You about ate up with guilt yet? Have you got
over being pissed off yet?"
"What makes you think I'm pissed off?"
"Come on Scott," he said laughing. "Husbands always feel
bad the next day after they see their wives getting the
fucking of a lifetime. Mostly they get pissed at me, and
that's okay with me. You and I both know it was going to
happen sooner or later. The thoughts was in her head.
She saw pictures of blacks fucking whites, and she was
bound to try it. The question you have to address is,
was it a one shot deal, or does she want more?"
"I didn't talk to her this morning," I said. "What did
she tell you?"
"I didn't ask. That's something you two will have to
work out between you. My educated guess is, she'll do
whatever you want her to do. You've been married a long
time, so she's got pretty good at compromising, and
going along with you. If I were you, I'd just cool it a
few days and see what develops. One thing to keep in
mind is how much she liked what happened to her. If you
will be honest with yourself, you liked it, too. I'll
send you a copy of the tape you made last night. I'll be
in touch." He hung up.
I got home about noon, and Beth was her normally
cheerful self. She had lunch ready for me. I started
several times that afternoon to bring it up, and force a
discussion, but I refrained from doing so. Sunday we
lounged around and watched Carla and her friends play in
the pool.
By Wednesday I was busy merging my company with the one
I bought. It was a busy time for me, and I managed to
push what I thought of as the "dark incident" to the
back part of my brain. By Friday evening things seemed
to be going smoothly at work. I lucked out with my new
employees. Two men and two women, and all seemed to know
their way around a set of books.
After dinner that night, Beth and I were having a drink
on the patio.
Neither of us had said much, and I don't know why I
brought it up.
"Your ass still sore?" I asked out of a clear sky. Beth
stared at me through the twilight then laughed.
"No, that didn't last but a couple days. It never was
too bad. I'm going out on a limb here, but I assume
you're ready to talk about it."
"Yeah, I guess I am. It's been a long week for me."
"I guess so. Are you all right now?"
"Yes," I answered a little surprised that it was mostly
true. "Are you?"
"I'm fine," she answered. "I had a few bad moments on
Saturday morning when I woke up alone. Until I found the
note, I thought you had left me for good."
"Not bloody likely," I said with a laugh. "I'm not going
to give up the best cocksucker and whore for black cock
around. Tell me about it from your perception."
"I'm not sure I can," she answered also laughing. "I've
tried all week to play it all back in my mind. I just
remember having a thousand orgasms."
"A thousand, you say?"
"Okay, that's an exaggeration," she said smiling at me.
"I do know I had a lot of them. Big ones like I use to
get back when."
"Was it better than sex with me?" I had not planned on
asking that stupid question.
"No, not better. just different. Sex with you is easy,
laidback, and sweet. Sex with Russell and Big R was raw.
There was nothing easy or sweet about it. It was
unrefined a****l passion."
"And you liked it?"
"Yes, I liked it."
"Are you going to continue having raw sex with them?"
There it was; the sixty four thousand dollar question.
"That is up to you, Scott," she said evenly. "I'm not
going to jeopardize our marriage and friendship just to
have sex."
"So if I say it's all right, you'll do it again?"
"Yes I will," she answered immediately.
"If I say it's okay, you'll be a whore for Big R?"
"Yes," she said. "I would like to try it, but not at the
risk of losing you. You tell me."
I thought about that. I thought about it and felt good,
but don't ask me why. A psychiatrist probably would say
that I had control issues. That I was okay with things
as long as I made the decisions, or that I needed the
illusion that I was in control. Or the shrink may simple
say that I was crazy. I suspect that the good doctor
would use fancier words to say that I was a whacko. But
there it was.
A calmness settled over me like a warm and comfortable
blanket. It was Scott Wheeler's call. I could say no
way, José, and Beth would do it my way, and be unhappy.
Maybe not unhappy, just left unfulfilled with a hollow
spot in her spirit. On the other hand, I could give her
permission, and she would be a happy wife... and whore.
What to do, what to do?
"I want you to do whatever makes you happy, Beth. I've
never wanted anything but that. Give it a try, if you
want to." There was this little imp sitting on my
shoulder laughing his ass off. He was laughing and
calling me a cuckold chump. Fuck you little imp. I bet I
was going to get lucky. Good luck finding a slut imp.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Scott's story:
So my wife, Beth, went to work for Big R. As any
knowledgeable manager, Big R put her in a training
program. The schooling was mostly just fucking her in
various ways, and combinations of partners. I wasn't
allowed to be present for most of her training, and I
eagerly looked forward to her detailed description of
it. From what Beth told me, Big R took a active part in
her instruction. In every class, if that's the correct
term, someone made a video, and from it, critiqued her
performance. I did get to see some of the training
videos.
Let me back up just a few days to where Beth told Big R
that she would be a whore for him.
"Good for you, Beth," Big R said. We were in our den on
the Saturday afternoon after I made the decision to
"allowed" Beth to go to work. Our daughter, Carla, had
gone to the lake with some of her friends, so it was
just the three of us in the house. "I'm glad you will be
coming on board. I know I can make a lot of money
peddling your pussy around town, but mainly I wanted
some more of your fine tight gash. You'll make a great
whore for me."
"It wasn't just my decision, Roland," Beth said. She was
actually beaming at his comments about her attributes
and skills. Beth refused to call him by his street name.
I think, in her mind, that set her apart from his other
whores. "Scott agreed for me to try it. This is
something we both agreed on." I suspect that last
comment was for my benefit. "So what do we do now?"
"First things first," Big R said unzipping his fly. "You
give me some head." He released his huge cock. Beth
didn't hesitate. She went, knelt down, and took his cock
in her mouth. She sucked him for about five minutes.
"I'm going to shoot-off in your mouth. Swallow every
drop of my come."
My Beth did exactly that. She swallowed his load except
for a small dribble that ran down her chin. She caught
that with her finger, and put it back in her mouth.
"Good girl," Big R said smiling. "Your training starts
tonight. Russell will come for you at eight. Someone
will bring you back tomorrow afternoon or early evening.
You won't need a change of clothes, but you may want to
bring your own cosmetics, toothbrush, and things of that
nature. I'll see you tonight, my sweet little whore."
Beth's story:
I'm a whore in training. An intern, if you will. Russell
and another man, Tony, came to pick me up to begin my
training. By the time they arrived, I was a nervous
wreck, and I admit it. This whole thing was totally
foreign to me. I will have to say that even though he
was supportive, Scott was also apprehensive. He walked
the floor with me.
"Got your shit?" Russell asked. He was standing at my
front door and Tony waited in the back seat of the car.
I gave Scott a quick kiss, and walked with Russ to the
car. "Get in the back with Tony," Russell said.
Tony seemed nice enough. We made small talk on the way
to where ever we were going. After a while I noticed
that we were in a part of town that was predominately
black. Russell pulled the car to the curb, and stopped.
"Take your shirt off. bra, too," Russell said. "I'm
talkin' to you Beth. Nobody wants to see Tony topless."
I'm not a timid or meek person by nature, but
submissiveness seemed to be called for. I took the t-
shirt off and also my bra. Tony rolled the tinted window
down on both sides of the car, and Russell drove slowly
up one street and down another. There was still enough
daylight for the people on the sidewalks to see my
breasts. Tony made sure they did, by yelling and
jiggling my breasts out the window at pedestrians and
drivers alike. I had never been so mortified in my life.
I tried to scrunch down in the seat.
"Relax, cunt," Tony said. "We're just doin' some
advertising promotion. Fuck it, nobody down here knows
who the fuck you are anyway. " When that fact soaked in,
I did relax some. He was right, I didn't know anybody in
this part of town, but apparently Tony and Russell were
well known.
"Hey, look! Big R has some new white pussy." "Hey Russ
when we goina get some of that?" "Look at them
knockers!" Were some of the comments hurled back at us.
We stopped at a light, and one heavy-set black woman
displayed her gigantic breasts, yelling that mine
couldn't hold a candle to hers. She was correct, one of
hers wouldn't fit in a bushel basket.
After what seemed an eternity, Russell pulled to a stop
in front of a house. "Here we are," he announced, and
shut off the engine. I reached for my shirt. "You won't
be needing that," he said. There were five or six black
men gathered just down the sidewalk a few yards.
I walked, bare breasted from the car, up a sidewalk, to
the front door. Fuck it! They didn't know me. Some of
the watching men made ribald comments as I walked to the
house.
The house, from the outside, was in better condition
than the neighboring houses. The yard was well
maintained, and the house was recently painted. Tony,
carrying my shirt, bra, and bag, opened the door for me.
Inside was a long hallway that ran the length of the
house to a back door. Doors, some open, were on either
side of the hall.
Tony steered me to the first door on the right. It was a
living room, or at least had been designed as one. Now
it was. I'm not sure exactly. Along the front wall,
under the windows, were mattresses end to end from one
side of the room to the other. There was a low, padded
table in the center of the room. Several couches and
chairs were s**ttered about. All empty except one. Holly
McAllister sat smiling at me.
"Hi, Beth," Holly said. "Welcome to the den of
iniquity."
"Hello Holly," I stammered, "Fancy seeing you here."
"Oh, that's not unusual," she said. "I'm here a lot. I
see they gave you the tittie ride through town. Shame on
you Russ, and you too, Tony." Neither man seemed to be
shamed. They both grinned at her.
"You're just pissed 'cause Beth has something to show,
and you don't," Russell said.
"You never seemed to mind," Holly responded. "I remember
that you like to suck on my tiny titties."
"Yeah, I figured if I sucked hard enough and long enough
they might get big enough to see good." They kept up a
good natured bantering for a few minutes until Roland
entered the room.
"Good, you're here. Let the fucking begin," Roland said.
He proved to be a man of action. He came over to where I
stood and took me into his arms and kissed me long and
deep, fondling my breasts as he did. While he held me in
his embrace, someone removed my shorts and panties by
simply pulling them down.
Roland walked me backward to the low padded table. He
pushed me down on to it and pushed my legs apart, and my
knees back until I lay there completely exposed and
vulnerable. With one hand, he removed his clothes while
the other hand roughly opened me up. He put two fingers
in me and used his thumb on my clitoris to stimulate me.
I didn't need much. I had been ready for this since he
told me to come to him.
"Are you ready for some black cock?" Roland asked me. I
nodded. "Tell me what you want, Beth. Tell me exactly
what you want me to do to you."
"I want you to... fuck me," I managed to say. "I want
you to shove your black cock in me and fuck me." I was
only vaguely aware that there were others in the room
with us. Right at that moment the world had compacted
into just the two of us. Roland used his big dick to
play with my pussy. He hit my clit with his mighty cock,
and worked it up and down my slit for a few moments, and
suddenly did what I ask him to do. He shoved his cock in
me and fucked me.
Roland fucked me hard for a few minutes and then
withdrew, Russell was next, then Tony. The three of them
took turns for the next half hour, or so. Time ceased to
matter. I managed to glance over at Holly. Apparently it
was her job to keep the guys ready for me by sucking and
stroking them until it was their turn.
I discovered the table was adjustable. They would lower
it when they wanted to do me dog fashion, and raise it
for other positions. Tony was the first to do me in my
butt. He wasn't quite as large as Roland or Russell, but
big enough to have hurt me if he hadn't taken it easy.
Apparently that signaled the next phase. They double
teamed me for a long while. It seemed to me that Roland
particularly liked to be in my pussy when another man
penetrated my butt.
I don't recall the time, but it must have been nearly
ten o'clock when they let me have a break. By break I
mean from the men. Roland had Holly lay down on her back
on the table and told me to eat her. No preparation, no
leading up to it, just "eat her".
Not since junior high have I ever even considered having
sex with a woman. Even then it was just girlish
curiosity. I got on my knees between Holly's spread
legs.
"I don't know what to do," I said.
"Lick her pussy," Roland said. He knelt beside me.
"Nibble her clit. Use your tongue, and go deep in her.
Eat her cunt, like you would want me to eat yours."
I did as he instructed. It wasn't anywhere near as
disgusting as I had thought it would be. If fact it was
kinda nice to make Holly squirm around on the table. It
was exhilarating to make her orgasm, which she did a
couple of times.
"Okay, you whores get into a sixty-nine. Beth, get your
sloppy cunt down on Holly's face," Roland commanded. He
was certainly right. I was sloppy. I didn't know how
many loads of sperm they had put in me, but it had to be
a lot. I got up on the table and mounted Holly. There
was no hesitation on her part. Her tongue went right to
my pussy and she started to lick, and suck the come out
of me. I climaxed within a few minutes.
Roland let us do oral sex on one another for a long
while. I had three or four beautiful orgasms. While we
were still in the sixty-nine position , one of the guys,
Tony, I think Put his cock in my pussy and fucked me.
The combination of Holly's tongue and lips and Tony's
cock was too much.
I started to climax, and just kept doing it for a long,
long time. One after the other until I thought I would
pass out from the excitement. I never knew I was multi-
orgasmic. After that I had to rest. I made it to the
mattresses and flopped down. I may have gone to sleep
for a little while. I do remember hearing Holly's
screams of passion while I rested.
By midnight I was up, rested, showered, and back in the
thick of things. Holly had gone home and I was the only
woman there. They had managed to find two other black
men to service me. I assumed that the two new men were
not part of the inner circle, because they had to wear
condoms except for the blow jobs I did for them. I
didn't find out until later they were paying customers.
The sex continued until the wee hours of the morning.
After a few hours of blissful sleep I was awaken by
fingers in my pussy. An unusual, but pleasurable way to
wake up. It was Russell who fingered me awake.
"Big R will be here in about half an hour," he informed
me. "He's bringing breakfast for me and a hard-on for
you. After I fuck you, you can get showered." Russell
threw the covers all the way off of me, climbed on the
bed, and proceeded to fuck me. That was how Sunday
begun. I was still in the shower when Roland arrived
"Come on Sweet Tits, Hurry it up," he called through the
bathroom door. "I brought you something to eat."
"Food?" I called back. "I'll be dressed in a few
seconds."
"You don't need no clothes. Haul your naked ass out
here. You done laid around in bed, wastin' half the day.
You got a customer to fuck in an hour, so shake a leg."
"Really," I said opening the door. "I thought that I was
going to be in training for a week or more."
"I like you fresh from the shower," Roland said taking
my naked body in his arms. "You smell good enough to
eat. Training? Oh yeah. Hell, Honey Cunt, life is
training. We never stop learning. This gig just popped
up, and you're tailor made for the job. The man said he
was looking for some fresh pussy. He didn't want a girl,
he wants a woman, and Sugar, you are all woman. Go eat
before I throw your white ass on that bed and fuck the
shit out of you."
"You say the sweetest things," I said, grabbing a robe
from the foot of the bed. "This guy, is he black?"
Roland laughed, "Black? Yeah, I'd say so. Fucker's
straight from the motherland. He a prince, or some such
shit, from Kenya or Bumfuck Egypt. Some place in Africa.
He's clean, and got papers to prove it so he won't be
using a rubber" he mumbled something as we went to the
kitchen.
"What did you say?" I asked.
"What?"
"You said he won't be using a rubber, and you mumbled
something else I didn't hear. What was it?"
"Hell, I don't know. Go eat and then get dressed. I
brought you some rags to wear."
Roland's "Rags" was an expensive, silk, floor length
dress that was see-through in the right light. It had a
slit up both sides nearly to the waist and a deep
plunging neckline. It fit me perfectly and I wore it
sans bra or panties. Russell called it a "fuck me now"
dress.
Thirty minutes later I introduced myself to a man whose
name was an unpronounceable string of consonants, mostly
Y's and X's. fortunately he asked me to call him Reggie.
Reggie was as black as a crow's wing, and nearly seven
feet tall. The top of my head only reached his chest. I
had to crane my neck to look up at him. At first I
thought his face had been burned until I saw the scars
had a pattern to them. I assumed they were tribal
markings. Reggie spoke English with a heavy accent, but
he was mostly understandable. Roland had left me at the
door to Reggie's room, walking away without a backward
glance.
"Make yourself comfortable," Reggie said. "Would you
like some champagne?" I told him champagne would be
nice. I was hopeful that it would settle my unsettled
stomach. Reggie poured us each a glass, and handed one
to me. "Please take a seat," he said indicating a place
by him.
"May I be so bold as to ask you some questions?" Reggie
asked me. I nodded, and waited for him to continue. "It
is my understanding that you have only recently came
to... how shall I say it? Prostitution, is the correct
word?" I told him that I thought it was the word he was
searching for. "You are a married lady?" Again I told
him that was correct. "You like the men with dark skin?"
I nodded. "You like the men with the big... ah, what is
the word I seek?"
"Cock?" I supplied holding my hands up and about six
inches apart. He smiled and moved my hands farther
apart. When he smiled I saw that his teeth were filed to
a point.
"Yes, that is a good word. Rooster, eh? I like that
word. Cock," he said again. "This is something you take
pleasure in?"
"I like a man who can use whatever he has. Size without
ability is of no value. Don't you agree?" He smile again
showing his pointed teeth.
"And when you encounter a man of great size and great
ability, you would enjoy such a man?"
"I do believe I would," I answered smiling back at him.
The butterflies had mostly all flown away.
"Then the gods smile on you," he said seriously. "I have
great size, and I shall prove my capability. Would you
disrobe for me please?"
I stood up and unzipped the back of the dress. I let the
shoulder straps fall away and the dress fell around my
ankles. Reggie stared at me, and I noticed that his eyes
had yellow flecks in them. It reminded me of a close up
photo I had seen of a tiger. Standing nude before this
stranger I was extremely aware that I didn't have the
body of a young woman. I was aware that age and gravity
had taken over, even thought I fought against it with
diet and exercise.
"I asked for a beautiful mature woman," Reggie said.
"You far exceed my expectations." I breathed a sigh of
relief. It didn't appear that he was going to toss me
out of his suite. He stood up, and took off the tunic he
was wearing, displaying a massive scar covered chest.
When he removed his shorts I know I moaned out loud.
There, hanging between his legs, was the largest cock I
had ever seen on a human. It had to be a foot long and
as big around as my forearm. He smiled at my reaction. I
knew what Roland had mumbled then. I don't think they
make a condom to fit something like that.
"Does it frighten you, little one?" he asked gently. I
nodded my head. "I am aware that most white women cannot
accommodate all of my spear. I will not force you to
take more than you can. It is my purpose to give you
nothing but great pleasure." He took a step toward me.
"I am told you are skilled in giving oral pleasure.
Please do so."
I went to my knees and reached for his cock. He called
it a spear and that fit. I had to stretch my mouth to
take it in. I realized quickly that I couldn't maintain
that for very long without my jaw cramping. Reggie
seemed content with me licking and kissing his massive
tool. The head of his cock was slightly smaller than the
shaft and I was able to take the very tip into my mouth
comfortably. As I sucked and stroked him, his cock grew,
not so much in length, but in circumference. It also
became rigid, and warmer as his blood flooded into it. I
worshiped his cock with my mouth for several minutes
before he urged me to my feet.
"It is time for us to copulate," he said. "I like the
word fuck, but I understand it is not always acceptable
in your culture."
"It seems to be getting more so," I said just for
something to say. He steered me toward the bedroom of
the suite. I could feel the moisture in my pussy, and I
could even smell the heat of my excitement. When he put
me on the bed everything seemed to zoom in on my pussy.
My genitalia became the center of the universe for me.
Reggie proved to be a gentle lover at first. He pushed
my legs apart, bent his head and licked and nibbled my
clitoris causing the first of many orgasms.
Reggie penetrated me slowly, giving me a chance to
adjust to his size. He demonstrated a lot of restraint,
more than the other black men that had taken me. He
probably had to developed self control because of his
massive cock. It took nearly ten minutes for him to get
most of his cock in me. He bottomed out with only an
inch or so not in me. I had never felt so completely
full before, and I was glad I had used the giant dildo,
Scott bought for me as a joke.
For the next hour and some minutes, Reggie fucked me in
every position. He was considerate, and only bumped my
cervix a few times. Even when he did, it didn't hurt, it
only served to remind me of his great size and it added
to the enjoyment of being screwed by a giant black man
from Africa. I almost giggled when I thought of how I
was being "royally screwed" by an African prince.
Suddenly Reggie shuddered and groaned. He ejaculated
with a gush of come, filling me to overflowing. I felt
the rush of his sperm filling me and that caused a
racking climax for me. He lay still on me for a few
minutes. I could feel his cock softening inside of me.
Sweat poured off of him, drenching me. Neither of us
moved for several minutes. I wasn't even sure I could
move. Finally Reggie rolled off of me with a contented
sigh.
"That was magnificent," he said. "Absolutely wonderful,
little one. You are the best I have ever had."
I basked in his lavish praise.
After a while I got up from the bed and went to the
shower. A moment later, Reggie joined me in the large
shower cabinet. He carefully and lovingly washed every
part of my body, first with soap and hot water, and
finally with his tongue. I could see that his cock was
on the rise, as was my own heat. A short while later,
still wet from the shower, we were back on the bed going
at it again.
Later after I had many more orgasms and Reggie came, we
lay on the bed not moving or talking for a long time. He
seemed to be thinking about something. Finally he rolled
over and looked down at me.
"I'm wondering if you would consider taking another
man?" He shook his head, "I mean, would you think it
rude if I ask my body man to join us?"
"Body man?" I said. "I'm sorry I don't understand."
"My half brother is also my body man, a valet if you
prefer. Also my body guard and servant," Reggie said.
"He has always wished to take a white woman in her...
back hole. Do you understand what I am saying?"
I was pretty sure I knew exactly what he was saying. He
wanted some dude to fuck my ass. "Is his spear as large
as yours?"
Reggie smiled and shook his head. "No he is much smaller
than I am. If you agree, I'll make sure he doesn't hurt
you."
"Sure, why not?" I said. I wasn't sure I could take much
more sex ,but the customer is always right, I've heard
it said.
The body man, Sam, came quickly when Reggie summoned
him. Sam was a smaller version of Reggie. Before he
arrived, I pulled the cover over me. They conversed in
Swahili, or something, for a few moments. Reggie told me
that Sam didn't speak English at all.
Sam 's look of surprise when Reggie pulled the cover off
of me, and exposed my body to his gaze, was priceless.
His eyes lit up, and he grinned big, showing his pointed
teeth. Sam started to get on the bed fully clothed and
Reggie stopped him. Sam quickly removed his tunic and
shorts and kicked his sandals off with such force that
one hit the ceiling.
Sam jumped onto the bed, and hovered over me, just
looking at me for a long time. He put a tentative hand
on my breast and stroked it. He became more bold, and
took the other breast and played with both of them.
Reggie was telling Sam something which Sam seemed to be
enthusiastically agreeing with. From the tone of
Reggie's voice, I suspected Sam was being warned not to
hurt me. At least I hoped that what it was. Sam's cock
wasn't anywhere near as big as Reggie's but it was still
large by my standards.
Sam wasn't as gentle as Reggie had been, nor did he need
to be. He fucked my pussy for a while and then switched
to my ass. That took a sometime, but was worth the wait.
After Sam finished, Reggie took another turn. There was
no way in hell I was going to let him stick his baseball
bat size cock in my butt, but that seemed to be all
right with him. While Reggie was fucking me doggy style,
I motioned Sam to come. I gave him a blow job while
Reggie worked his magic on the other end.
I wasn't sure of the protocol since no one told me how
long a whore stays with her customer. Roland hadn't
mentioned it, but one thing was certain. I wasn't going
to quit as long as Reggie and Sam wanted to go, even if
it took all day, which it almost did. I didn't leave the
hotel until nearly five o'clock that afternoon. Before I
left Reggie, he handed me an envelope. He told me that
the fee had been paid, and the contents of the envelope
was just for me. It was a thousand dollars. Pretty nice
tip, I thought.
Russell picked me up, and took me home. Knowing my
husband was waiting for me to tell him all the details I
pondered whether to share, or for now, withhold my
bisexual conversion. With a self-satisfied chuckle I
remembered an expression I had heard somewhere. After
being "royally screwed" by an African prince that
expression, "Great Horn of Africa," most definitely took
on an entirely new provocative meaning!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Beth's story:
After all those years of being "just" a housewife, I'm
finally working outside the home. I'll be the first to
admit that my occupation is unusual and unconventional.
It's also i*****l in most places. I'm a prostitute.
I'll also admit that it is probably unusual for a woman
to enter the profession at the age of thirty-eight. My
husband of twenty years, Scott Wheeler, is a successful
accountant and my life was comfortable, so it wasn't a
need for money that prompted me to become a prostitute.
Maybe it was because my life was so comfortable that
motivated me to try it.
One night I watched a triple X videotape with Scott that
depicted a young white woman who had supposedly been
sold into ***********ry to a black pimp. Something about
that video reached out to me. I felt a mixture of
emotions for the woman. I felt fear for her, I felt
concern for her wellbeing, I felt compassion for her,
but most of all I felt pure envy. Watching her with
various men doing a wide variety of sex acts with them
awakened something in me... in both Scott and I.
Me with a black pimp and other black men became a
bedroom fantasy for us, and we role played for weeks. As
luck would have it, Scott had a client that, among other
things, was a pimp. To make a long story short Scott
invited the pimp, Roland Morgan, whose street name is
Big R, to our home for dinner one evening. Roland and a
friend of his, Russell, did exactly what both Scott and
I wanted them to do.
They fucked me in my bedroom while Scott watched and
videotaped my introduction to sex with not just one but
two black men. It wasn't but a few days later that with
Scott's concurrence I became the newest whore in Big R's
stable.
Because money wasn't the motivation for my entry into
the ranks of professional whoredom, I basically worked
when I wanted to. Because of my status I "dated" a lot
during the day, so I was home most nights. What amazed
me most was, I was in fairly high demand. Roland set the
basic fee on me at five hundred dollars an hour. Men
actually willingly and cheerfully paid that price and
asked for other "dates" with me. Roland has one other
woman, who commands a higher fee. Tina is her name and
she is twenty years old that looks like a fifteen year
old girl. Men willingly pay one thousand dollars an hour
for her, and she stays busy. At thirty-eight I'm nearly
at the other end of the age spectrum. I think Roland has
a couple ladies older than me.
One of my very first paying customers was an African
Prince who's anglicized name is Reggie, because his real
name in unpronounceable. I met Reggie during my first
week of training, and he has returned to town several
times since, each time requesting me.
Reggie has a half brother, named Sam, who always
accompanies him. Usually Reggie invites Sam to join us
in bed. I think it was the third date that I measured
Reggie's cock. I had to because I was eaten up with
curiosity. Using my tape measure from home, I measured
Reggie at eleven and three-quarters inches long and
seven and a half inches in circumference. Poor Sam was
only nine and a half long and five around. My husband
scoffed when I used the term "poor Sam". Scott was
right. In any other circumstance, Sam would be
considered "hung." I've learned that cock size is
relative.
I mention Reggie because of all the men I have "dated"
in the past few months, he stands out. Not so much
because of his physical size, which is considerable, but
because he is a considerate lover. If Reggie weren't
gentle, I wouldn't get within ten feet of him and his
gigantic cock. That brings me to the story I want to
tell.
It was early in the week, a Tuesday I think, that I got
a call from Roland.
It was mid-morning as I recall.
"Good morning Pretty pussy," Roland said when I answered
the phone. "What's shakin'?"
"What do you want to shake?" I provocatively replied.
He chuckled. "I got a date for you. A big one." Roland
sounded excited, which was unusual for him.
"Tell me about it," I said as my heart rate picked up.
His excitement was contagious.
"Your African stud is coming to town this weekend,"
Rolland said. My silent reaction was, 'Nothing overly
exciting there.' I always enjoyed my dates with Reggie
and Sam, but it wasn't an earthshaking event. I waited
for the rest. "Apparently there is some sort of trade
convention going on. Prince Reggie is bringing a whole
delegation to this country. They want to book some of my
gals for the entertainment."
"Okay," I said. "Sounds like you are going to make some
money out of it. So what?" In all honestly I was more
than a little miffed that I had not been requested as
Reggie's solo date, as I had been on several occasions.
"Maybe I didn't make myself clear," Roland said. "They
want you and two other girls for a whole weekend. They
got a lodge reserved out by Joy Lake. Honey, we're
talking about some serious money here." That sounded
better to me. At least Reggie had mentioned my name.
"How many in this delegation?" I asked.
"f******n total," Rolland said. "Who do you want to go
with you?"
"I didn't agree to go," I said. "f******n Africans and
three women? Roland, I know about these Africans. They
can go all night and half the day. They'll wear us out.
The equation sucks, count me out."
"Come on Beth," Roland said. "You girls will split half
of fifty grand for one lousy weekend. That's good money
in anybody's book." I quickly did the math. Roland was
right. Eight thousand dollars and change was good money.
"Eight thousand is good money, Roland. I'm sure some of
your women will jump at the chance. No amount of money
is good if we get fucked to death trying to earn it.
Thanks, but no thanks. I'll pass."
That should have been the end of it. Roland had never
questioned my decisions before. It wasn't the end of it.
Roland tried persuasion, then begging, and finally
threats. I got angry, and I hung up on him. Something
was wrong. Rolland had never put money before his girls
that I was aware of. It had to be something more than
his fifty percent of the fifty thousand dollars.
CHPATER NINE
Holly's story:
My name is Holly McAllister and I'm a white whore for
black men. My story is simple enough. My husband,
Jefferson McAllister got sick. So sick he was out of
work for over six months. We needed money, and we needed
it quick. Without skills, training, nor experience I
wasn't a good candidate for a good paying jobs anywhere.
I heard about a pimp named Big R. I applied, auditioned,
and got the job all in the same day. I spent the first
few days just being fucked by black men. And I do mean a
lot of black men.
Over the next four or five months I managed to get Jeff
and I out of debt. I worked like a dog, night and day. I
wouldn't even have a guess as to how many black cocks I
had in me during that time. I know it was a lot of them.
After we reached financial solvency, I stopped being a
whore night and day. I cut back to a few times a week
and a few special occasions for what might be considered
a financial maintenance workload. But in truth by that
time I was irrevocably hooked on black cock.
My husband had never really come to grips with me being
a whore. He never said it in so many words, but I could
tell. I don't know if it was his hurt pride or being
ashamed of me and what I was doing, or some combination
of both. I assured him many times that it wasn't his
fault that he got sick. I tried to assure him that it
was just one of those things that happen to people.
Whatever the cause, it was affecting our marriage. Jeff
tried to punish me by withholding sex from me. He
apparently hadn't given that enough thought. When he
wouldn't give me sex, I just went on a date and got
plenty. After Jeff saw that wasn't going to work, he
tried to stonewall me. He would go for days without
talking to me except for the occasional grunt. Big deal!
I have two small c***dren, so I get plenty of
conversation. I can always have a lively discussion with
one of my clients if I feel the need. Some of them want
to talk.
After the stonewalling didn't work he tried to shame me.
That pissed me off the most. When he would start, I
would interrupt with a story about one of my clients. I
would tell him about the size of the stud's cock and
what the stud would do to me. That shut Jeff up pretty
quick. Basically we were destroying each other, and it
sucked the big one. Our marriage is quickly becoming a
thing of the past.
It was a Tuesday afternoon when Big R called me with a
date assignment. He was glowing about what a perfect
date it was, and how much money I would make. It sounded
perfect until he mentioned that it was an all weekend
gig.
"Big R," I interrupted him. "You know I have two small
c***dren, and I can't be gone all weekend. You'll have
to find somebody else."
"Wait, Holly. This is a big deal for all of us." He went
on to explain about a trade delegation from Africa
coming in. That set off a bell in my brain.
"Are you talking about that African prince that Beth
dates?"
"Yeah, Beth can't make it. You and two other girls split
twenty-five grand for the weekend. That some serious
money, and I'll."
"Why can't Beth make it?" I interrupted again.
"How the hell do I know? Suppose it's some woman
trouble. Got her period or something. What difference
does that make?"
"None, I guess," I said. "I still can't get away all
weekend. Sorry, Big R."
Big R went into a rage. He begged and pleaded, and made
some threats that pissed me off. I hung up on him. I
knew something wasn't right, so I called Beth.
"Yes, he called me this morning," Beth said. "I took a
pass on it. I know something about the Africans. Three
women to service f******n African men would be murder
under any conditions, but all weekend? I don't think so.
I wouldn't even want to be with just Reggie for that
long. Roland is going to get somebody hurt with that
setup."
"I took a pass on it also," I said. "It really pissed
Big R off though. He threatened to post my name, phone
number, and address on the Internet and around town. Can
you believe that?"
"Yes I can. He threatened me with the same. I don't know
what's gotten into him. It surely can't be the money.
Hey, let's get together for lunch tomorrow."
I agreed that it sounded good and we made a date for
noon the next day.
I noticed him about two blocks from my house. There was
a time, not all that long ago, if I saw a black man
following me, I would have panicked and screamed for the
cops. Now I wasn't all that concerned. Besides I
recognized him.
I met Beth at the café, and we sat by a window and
caught up on what we had been doing.
"Is Russell following you or me?" Beth asked after we
had been there a while.
"Me, I think," I answered. "I saw him behind me on the
way here. Is he still out there?"
"Yes, he's sitting in a car just down the street. Any
idea what he's up to?"
"No, unless he's on a mission from Big R to get us to
change our minds about the weekend. Has he contacted you
since yesterday?"
Beth shook her head. "No, I haven't heard from him. I
know all that business has something to do with
something else besides selling our pussy to a bunch of
Africans. Roland sounded desperate." We had finished our
lunch.
"Why don't we just go out, and see what Russ has to
say," I suggested. That was what Beth and I did.
"What's up Russ?" I asked approaching the driver's
window.
"Not a whole lot," Russ answered grinning at both Beth
and I. "Now that ain't exactly the truth. Big R is in
trouble."
"What kind of trouble?" Beth asked.
"He's done gone and jumped in bed with them African
****ers. Some import shit I don't understand. Anyway, R
stands to lose everything if they don't come through
with their end of the deal. As I understand it, the head
****er is holding out for a party this weekend. What's
his name? The Prince?"
"Reggie," Beth supplied.
"Yeah, Reggie," Russ said. "He doesn't want just any
woman. He wants you, Beth. He done told R that if you
ain't comin' he's going to forget the deal. R tried to
sell him your ass, Holly, but the stuck-up prick don't
want nobody but Beth, and whoever she brings for the
rest of the gang. R's a prideful man, but I told him to
talk with you, Beth. I know you wouldn't want R to go
down the shitter."
"I know he has a lot of pride," Beth said. "But,
Russell, what he's asking is too much. f******n African
men and three women are unreasonable."
"There ain't f******n men. They got a couple women and
some of the men are old farts. One of the old men is
Reggie's daddy. He's got to be seventy or more." Russ
shook his head. "I don't know why R didn't just tell you
that his self. Another thing, R offered to send a woman
for every man, but Reggie didn't want that. He's lookin'
for an orgy, I guess. R don't know I came to talk with
you gals, so don't tell him I did."
I glanced at Beth. She seemed to be giving the matter a
great deal of thought. I too, was trying to think whom I
could get to take care of my k**s all weekend. Big R had
been good to me, and I didn't want to see him get hurt.
"Okay," Beth said after a while. "The odds are better
than I first thought. It's still going to be rough, but
I think it should be manageable. What about you, Holly?
Can you make it?"
"I have two k**s," I said. "I don't see how."
"I've got that covered for you. Carla, my daughter, is
always looking for ways to make money. She's good with
k**s, and she can cook. Scott can be a general overseer,
just to make sure everything is okay. Whom can we line
up for the third woman?"
"Lou," I answered immediately. "She would do it, I'm
sure."
"Do I know her?" Beth asked.
"No, I don't think so. They moved here a few months ago.
Her husband was confined to a wheelchair, but he passed
away right after they moved here. I know Lou got left
with a lot of bills and could use the money."
"Yeah, that Lou is a good fuck," Russ said. "She's done
got way behind in her fuckin' and needs to catch up.
Between you three, you'll fuck them jungle bunnies to
death. When you going to see R?"
I glanced at Beth and she nodded. "Right now," I said.
"Where is he?"
"He's at the main office, I guess," Russ answered. "You
gals give me a fifteen minute start and I'll make sure
he's there for you."
CHAPTER NINE
Beth's story:
I knew it had to be something big for Roland to act like
he did. His conduct was so out of character for him.
Holly and I went back into the café, and had another cup
of coffee. We killed about fifteen minutes then left
together to visit Roland. The initial part of our visit
didn't go very well.
"What the fuck do you bitches want?" Roland snapped when
he saw us enter his office. Roland maintained a couple
offices, but his main office was in back of a liquor
store on South Washington Street. That was where we
were. It was also where Roland interviewed most of his
new whores. There was a bedroom behind the office. Poor
Roland looked like he had aged ten years in the week and
a half since I last saw him. Russell stood beside his
desk with a worried look on his face.
"We thought we needed to talk to you Roland," I said.
"Why don't."
"Why don't you get the fuck out of here?" Roland yelled,
throwing a ballpoint pen in our general direction.
"God dammit, R, shut the fuck up, and listen for a
change," Russell yelled at Roland. It shocked Roland, it
shocked Holly and I, and I think it shocked Russell. In
all the times I had been with both of them, Russell
always deferred to Roland. He was the perfect submissive
employee. "Boss, I don't exactly understand why, but
these gals like you. It ain't going to hurt you none to
listen to what they have to say. You damned sure can't
be any worse off than you are now."
Roland stared at Russell hard for a few moments before
nodding his head a couple of times. "It appears that
someone has been talking out of school. What did you
tell them Russ?"
"I told them that you was hard up against it with these
jungle bunnies. Shit, boss, I don't know why you didn't
tell them to begin with. At least you should have told
Beth. Fuckin' bull headedness if you ask me. Neither of
these gals has ever said a bad thing against you even
though they had reasons from time to time. Hell, you
didn't bother to tell Beth that some of them folks were
women and old men who couldn't get it up if their life
depended on it. What the fuck was that all about,
anyway?"
Roland didn't comment for several minutes. He looked
first at Russell and then at Holly and me. Finally he
gave a big sigh.
"Okay since all of you seemed hell-bent and determined
to get your noses in my business, I'll tell you. Russ
couldn't tell you much because he don't know much. I've
been negotiating for a long time with the government
that Reggie represents. Initially I invested two million
dollars in a deal for me to be the exclusive importer of
some authentic African artifacts and collector stuff.
Then I had to invest some more money and still later
some more money that I didn't have handy. I borrowed it
and now Reggie is trying to renege on me. After some
discussion he came up with the orgy plan. All I had to
do was talk you, Beth, into showing up with a couple
more gals and party with the group. That was supposed to
satisfy Reggie and he'd sign the deal."
"So why is he so adamant about just three girls?" I
asked. "That doesn't make any sense."
"Didn't to me either." Roland said. "He said he didn't
want it to look like there was a bunch of whores running
around. He told me that there would be enough, and would
just look like some of the guys just got lucky. He
didn't put it like that, but that's what he was getting
to. Something I found out later was his old man is with
the delegation. Maybe Pop is against his k** having sex.
I don't know. Reggie hit the ceiling when I told him you
couldn't make it to his love-in. He got a real thing for
you Beth."
"Call him back and tell him that I can make it," I said.
"Tell him I didn't understand that he was going to be
there. Tell him I'm all excited about it, but that I
have concerns about the safety of my friends. We want
some guarantees that they will be okay, and not abused
in any way. Holly wants the third woman to be Lou. Can
you make that work?"
Roland looked like he had the weight of the world
removed from his shoulders. He snatched the phone and
punched a set of numbers, listened a moment and, punched
in some more numbers.
"Reggie, my man. It's Roland Morgan. Look, I have some
good news. Beth can make it after all... yeah man, I
didn't tell it to her right. She didn't know it was you
that wanted her... that's right, she'll be there. Okay
look there is one thing. Beth is a softhearted woman.
She's worried about how the other girls will be used.
She don't want nobody getting hurt. Yeah, she knows all
about you guys and what you can do." Roland listened for
a moment and handed the telephone to me.
"Hello, Reggie, is that you?" I said.
"It is I," came the voice of Prince Reggie. "I am happy
to hear your voice."
"Yes it's good to hear your voice too. It's been much
too long. Nearly a month since I last felt your spear."
"Yes, too long, dear Beth. So I understand that you will
be at the lodge this weekend. That makes me very happy.
I assure you that nothing will befall your friends. This
meeting is important to me. My father wishes to meet
you. As a matter of fact, he has ordered that he meets
you."
"Wonderful, I'm looking forward to meeting him." I said.
"I know how you and your countrymen can be with your
mighty spears. You must caution your men to be careful
and take it easy."
Reggie replied cheerfully, "That is no problem. I think
I may have bragged to my father too much about the
wonderful Beth."
Suddenly I had a thought. "Okay then. There is just one
more small detail. Stop fucking with Roland, and get the
signed contracts to him before the weekend." There was a
long pause. Reggie cleared his throat a few times and
asked to speak with Roland. I handed the phone back to a
shocked Roland. Roland listened, holding the phone out
from his ear.
"Hell, man, I didn't know she was going to say that. I
didn't. Okay, I'll be expecting them tomorrow." Roland
hung up the phone and stared at it a moment. "Son of a
bitch! He's sending the papers up from Washington
tomorrow by messenger. Halleluiah, I'm saved! You did
it! You saved my bacon! What's wrong with you, Beth? You
look like you bit into something sour."
"Something is up," I said. "I'm not sure what, but why
would Reggie give up so easily. He already has your
money. He doesn't need pussy that bad. What is he up
to?"
"Beats me," Roland said grinning. "I owe you big time,
Beth. You too Holly."
"You owe Russ," Holly said. "If he hadn't tracked us
down, and told us the facts you'd still are screwed."
"Roland," I said reaching a decision. "I want some high
powered security at that lodge."
"Security? What are you talking about?" Roland asked.
"When Holly, Lou and I get ready to leave, I want to
make sure we can. I want someone there to get us out if
necessary. That Reggie is up to something, and until I
know what, I want some big men with guns close by."
"That's reasonable, R," Russell said. "You want me to
take care of that?"
"Yes, you're right. See to it Russ," Roland said. "It's
a small price to pay for their safety. Get that Black
Diamond bunch. They're tough as nails."
"Black Diamond bunch?" Holly said. "What's that?"
"They are a street gang gone big time in security."
Russell said with a laugh. "Best thing about them is
when you buy them they stay bought, and when you buy
them you bought all fifty or so of them. Boss, the only
problem I see is, that will mean a lot of black faces
around that place. Might cause some concerns with the
locals."
"The Africans reserved the whole place exclusively,"
Roland said. "They don't know how many black faces are
supposed to be around there. Maybe you can get some of
the Diamonds on the staff."
Holly and I left them to figure it out.
CHAPTER TEN
Lou's Story:
I'm Louise Collins. I've been called Lou ever since I
was a ***********. I guess I look like someone who
should be called Lou. I married my high school
sweetheart just after he finished college. Things were
storybook idyllic for us until three years ago when my
husband, Charles, was the victim of a drunk driver. The
crash left him paralyzed from the waist down.
I've never been one to complain much. I still don't,
except to myself when I lay in bed, unfulfilled and
lonely. I wouldn't want to count the times I cried
myself to sleep in sexual frustration. Charles and I had
an extremely active sex life even before we got married,
and in the blink of an eye it all changed. At thirty-two
I had needs. One day I was unnecessarily cross with
Charles. I don't remember now what precipitated it.
"You need to get laid," Charles said looking up at me
from his wheel chair.
"Yeah, right," I snapped.
"I'm serious Lou," he said. "You need a stiff dick, and
God knows I haven't got one anymore. Go get fucked." It
took me a moment to realize he was being serious.
"Charles, I can't do that. I made a vow to you."
"And I release you from that vow," he said reaching for
my hand. "Lou, I've watched you slide down a little more
every day since the accident. The Lou I married, the Lou
I love, is disappearing right before my eyes. I'm
crippled, not stupid. I know you have needs that I can't
provide. The only thing I ask is that you don't tell me
anything about any affair you might have. Don't tell me
anything, just do it."
I held on to my pride, for lack of a better word, for a
few weeks longer. I had an affair with a married man I
worked with. It helped, but wasn't what I wanted. I
picked a guy up from a bar one night. It was fun, but
again, still not what I was looking for. One afternoon I
was on my way home when I saw a black man and a white
woman walking down the sidewalk holding hands. She was
dressed in what only can be described as sluttish
clothes. I had driven on down the street for a few
blocks when it hit me. She was a prostitute. That small
white woman was going to have sex with that big black
man.
I wondered how I would be as a prostitute. I quickly put
the thought out of my mind. First of all, I reasoned,
Charles and I were fairly well known in our small town.
I don't think our families could stand the knowledge
that I was a whore. It just wouldn't work.
Twice a week I drove Charles to another town about two
hours away, for treatment. It was a larger city, and I
didn't know a soul there, except for some of the doctors
and staff at the hospital. Charles' therapy took about
two hours, so I usually sat in the coffee shop reading a
book. One day I got to the coffee shop and realized that
I left my book in the car. I got a cup of coffee, and
was sitting at a table just staring off into space.
"What's a pretty woman like you doing looking so sad?" a
voice said. I looked up to see a young black man wearing
scrubs, looking down at me. He was holding a cup of
coffee in his hand. "Mind if I join you?" He didn't give
me a chance to say yes or no. He sat down and
immediately told me a joke. It wasn't all that funny,
but I laughed to be polite. He told another one that was
cute.
"I guess you got someone in here?" he said. I told him
that I was waiting on my husband. After a while I found
myself telling that stranger all about my miserable
life. I really unburdened myself on that poor man. When
he managed to get a word in, he told me he was in his
last year of residency, and that his name was William
Morgan. In an effort to make a long story shorter, on my
next trip, William and I went to a motel, and had sex.
Great sex, I might add. William was my first black
lover. It got to be a routine with us. Twice a week for
the next couple of months we would meet for sex.
One afternoon after a wonderful screw we were lying on
the bed trying to get our passions cool enough to go
back to the real world outside the motel door. I told
William how much I enjoyed our times together. That was
when he told me that it would be our last time together.
He had been accepted at a hospital out on the west coast
somewhere. I was devastated. I had gotten used to our
twice-weekly sex and I didn't want to go back to the way
it had been.
"Lou, it doesn't have to be that way. You are a
passionate woman. You need to be fucked on a regular
basis." That was when William gave me a name to contact.
His uncle, he told me, was a pimp that ran a string of
white women for black men. I was not only devastated,
now I was pissed off. I left William there and went back
to my old routine. But something was missing and that
something was sex.
It took me almost a month to summon up enough nerve to
call William's uncle. Two important things happened at
about the same time. The insurance money was running out
and I was very horny. I called Roland Morgan from the
public phone at the hospital and made an appointment to
meet him on my next trip.
I met him in an office in back of a liquor store at the
edge of the seedier part of town. Big R, as he preferred
to be called, was charming, but blunt.
"My nephew said you might be calling me," Big R said.
"He seemed to be quite taken with you. Tell me, Lou, why
do you want to be a whore?"
"I could use the money and I like to fuck." I can be
blunt also.
He smiled at me, "Good answer. Those are two excellent
reasons to be a whore. William told me about your
husband. Rotten luck. Since you and William have been
fucking for several months, I'm going to assume you
don't have a problem with fucking black men. Have you
ever had a threesome? How about a gang-bang? Ever ate a
pussy?"
I told him the truth. I had never engaged in any of that
sort of activity.
He asked me if I had a problem with any of it.
"No, I don't think so," I told him. "All except that
last part. I'm not sure I could do that."
"Sure you can," he said laughing at me. "You just eat a
woman the same way you would want to be eaten." Big R
had me take off my clothing and stand nude in front of
him, and to display myself to a video camera. He took me
into another room and had sex with me. Big R deserved
his nickname. He was larger than any other man I had
ever had, by far, and I loved it. Another man came into
the room. His name was Russell, I found out later. He
had sex with me. I had a threesome with both of them. I
wasn't overly happy when Russell screwed my ass, but I
got used to it. I particularly liked it when they both
penetrated me with Russell in my butt and Big R in my
pussy.
Two weeks later Charles and I moved. I told Charles that
the move was to cut down on expenses. Big R helped find
us a nice place that was already fixed up for a
wheelchair.
I didn't even bother to look for legitimate work. I
became a full time whore for black cock and I threw
myself into my new profession. With all the money I was
making, I was able to buy some nice extra things for
Charles, like a great stereo system and a big screen TV.
There is no way Charles couldn't know what was going on,
but I kept our agreement, and didn't tell him anything
about what I was doing.
Two months after we moved Charles died. The doctors
didn't know exactly why he just stopped breathing one
afternoon. I was there for which I'll always be
grateful.
Suddenly rationalizing my reason for being a whore was
gone. Nevertheless, not only do I love what I'm doing,
but also I've become sexually addicted to big black
cocks. I haven't bothered to think about how long I'll
continue to do what I do. It hasn't seemed necessary to
do much thinking.
I don't know many of Big R's whores. I've met a few
along the way. I suppose if I have a friend in the
profession, it would be Holly. Holly was my first woman.
We were at a house Big R owns when we got together. We
were supposed to work a bachelor party and Big R
insisted we practice. I didn't know that part of the act
was to engage in some girl-girl stuff. I thought it
would be just the two of us screwing a bunch of guys.
That's why I wondered about the practice session.
Holly went down on me first and frankly I liked it. Big
R told Holly and I to get into a sixty-nine. When Holly
swung around and her pussy came down on my face, it just
seemed natural to lick her. It wasn't bad at all. In
fact I rather enjoyed it. Having sex with a woman was
new, different, and admittedly exciting for me.
Big R and Russell were both there. While Big R fucked me
from behind I willingly ate her pussy while she sucked
Russell. That daisy chain was a lot of fun.
While I enjoy having sex with a woman, nothing takes the
place of a hard cock in my pussy. I think of sex with a
woman as something to do until a stiff cock comes along.
When Holly called me and told me about the gig at Joy
Lake, I felt a surge of excitement. It sounded
dangerous, sexy, and that's a heady combination. It
sounded like it would be a blast. I accepted almost
immediately and arranged to meet with Holly and a woman
named Beth that afternoon.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Beth's Story:
Holly and Lou arrived at five o'clock. I had the coffee
made, and we sat at my kitchen table.
"First of all, Lou, I said. "This is a weird deal from
the get-go." I told her what I knew about the Africans
and a little about Roland's deal with them. "What spooks
me is the fact that Reggie folded so easily on the
contracts. Maybe I jumping at shadows, but maybe not." I
told her about the special security we were going to
have.
"Sounds like you have us covered," Lou said. I like Lou
immediately. She was personable, pretty, friendly, and
outgoing. Something happened during that meeting that
had never happened to me before. I found myself
wondering how she looked with her clothes off. I
wondered what she tasted like.
Lou asked, "So it will be a group thing?"
"As far as I know," I answered. "There will be at least
ten men, and it would be a safe bet that they won't
stand in line."
Lou excitedly asked multiple questions, "I heard you
were the head man's main squeeze. The one he asks for
when he comes to town? I hear he has a f******n-inch
cock. Is that true?"
To being Reggie's regular 'date' I admitted that was
true. Regarding the size of his cock I countered, "No it
not true. Reggie is just ************ inches, but he's
thick." I had to laugh at her expression. "As you can
imagine, it takes a while for him to get it loaded."
"I've always wanted to try a cock that big," Lou
wistfully said.
"Maybe you will have an opportunity. I don't know how
Reggie plans to divvy up the workload."
"So when are we supposed to be there?" Holly asked.
"We'll go down tomorrow afternoon so as to be there by
five o'clock. We'll leave there Sunday afternoon. At
least that's the plan. I looked up as Scott came in the
back door.
"Hi ladies," Scott said. He gave me a peck on the cheek
and the same for Holly. Scott knew Holly because we had
a couple threesomes with her. Scott seemed fascinated by
Holly's tiny boobs.
"Scott this is Lou. Lou, Scott is my husband," I said.
"Hi Lou, nice to meet you," Scott said shaking her hand.
"So you're the third member of the African hoedown?" Lou
glanced at me.
"He knows everything. I don't keep secrets from him," I
explained. Lou looked at me strangely for a moment
before smiling.
"Yep, that's would be me," she said to Scott. "You have
to be the most wonderful husband in the world."
"Well, that's certainly true," Scott said with a laugh.
"Modestly prevents me from going in to detail of how
great I really am."
"I'll have to agree that's he's pretty special," Holly
piped up. "Not a bad fucker for an old white guy."
"Where do you get that 'old' shit?" Scott said in mock
seriousness. "Grow some tits and we'll talk."
"I take it you all three know each other pretty well,"
Lou said.
"Yeah, pretty well," Holly said. "Scott walked in on
Beth and I one afternoon. He took one look at me and
fell madly in love with my boobs."
"He seemed to like your pussy pretty well, too," I said.
We all laughed at my quip.
"I can tell you that seeing two women going to it will
give a hard on to a dead man," Scott said. "Damndest
thing I ever saw."
"So you liked that did you?" Lou asked Scott and looking
directly at me.
"Maybe we can blow his mind with three women. What do
you think?"
"I'm game," Holly said. "k**s are with Carla getting
acquainted so I'm in no hurry."
I certainly didn't have to give it any thought. It
sounded perfect to me. I got up from the table. "Let's
go someplace and get better acquainted," I said. "Like
the bedroom." I think Holly had her clothes off before
we got to the bedroom.
While Holly and Scott fooled around Lou and I sensually
explored one another. Lou had a nice figure. Her
breasts, while not as large as mine, were perfectly
shaped. She had huge areoles and her nipples were twice
as long as mine. Maybe three quarters of an inch long,
and apparently very sensitive. She had a small orgasm
while I nibbled on her spiked nipples.
As my sensually kissing lips and lustfully laving tongue
descended across Lou's tippling stomach I realized the
reason for the sudden and unexpected arousal I felt upon
meeting her. I was sexually attracted to her unlike any
other woman I knew including Holly. As my tongue
teasingly peeled apart her cunt lips, my finger slipped
between, sought and found her g-spot. Finger fucking Lou
while ravenously feasting on her luscious honey pot
enabled me to realize bisexuality was as integral a part
of my expanded sexuality as ebony and ivory interracial
heterosexual whoring.
One thing we discovered that afternoon and evening was
three women and a man can have a lot of fun. We began
with Scott fucking Lou while she ate me and I ate Holly
and Holly rimmed and finger fucked Scott's ass. No
matter what variation of our daisy chain we moved into
for the rest of our group session somehow or another
either I was eating Lou or she was eating me
ecstatically proving she was equally enamored with me.
Good old Scott rose to the occasion, several times.
CHAPTER TWELEVE
Scott's Story:
I walked in the door and there sat three lovely women.
Three fine looking whores. I wonder how many men have
ever been able to make such a statement? Of course I
knew my wife, Beth, and Holly. Beth and I have played
with Holly several times in the recent past. I love
Holly's two little tits, the perfect little cones that
sit high on her chest. I can just suck on her puffy
nipples all night.
I was introduced to Lou. I looked at, and admired all
three women. There was a likeness although none of them
looked alike. Holly was the smallest, then Lou, and then
my Beth. I wondered if I would see them all naked, to
make a comparison that way.
It didn't take but a few minutes for the conversation to
turn to sex and it didn't take long for that to turn
into bedroom frolicking. While I played with my two
favorite tits, Beth and Lou got acquainted. I never
thought I would live so long as to see my wife with her
head between another woman's legs.
I was amazed at what four people can do, especially when
three of them are the same sex. There are more positions
than I thought possible, and all of them fun. It was
about nine o'clock when they took pity on me, and took a
break. The pizza I ordered came, and we took
nourishment. Beth, Holly and Lou may not have needed it,
but I damned sure did. I found it difficult to sit
eating pizza with three near naked women.
"Holly was right," Lou said to me. "You are pretty good,
color and age notwithstanding."
"Why thank you," I replied. "Nice of you to say. Now can
I ask a question? Have any of you ever heard the
expression, 'Now that you had white, you can't be
quiet'."
"As a matter-of-fact no," Holly said laughing. "I have a
question for Lou. What's the kinkiest thing you've ever
done?"
"Oh my," Lou said, "That's a tough question coming from
the queen of kink."
"Hey, how did I get to be queen of kink?" Holly
demanded.
"Didn't you tell me that you let a guy use a real snake
to fuck you?" Lou asked sweetly.
"Well, yeah, but it was just that one time," Holly said.
"Had to be a white guy," Beth said. "I hardly ever run
into a kinky black guy. The black dude just wants some
head and get to the fucking. It's always the white man
who wants something off-the-wall."
"You are sure right about that," Lou said. "Either of
you girls ever done the bondage and discipline bit?"
"Yeah once," Holly said. "I didn't like being tied up.
Hey, that was a white guy, too. You may be on to
something, Beth."
"I had a white guy just a few months ago that wanted me
to fuck his damned dog," Lou said. "Stupid jerk. Ain't
no brother gonna let a dog have his nookie."
"There was this white guy that fucked me with a stalk of
celery," Holly said. "Anybody want that last piece of
pizza?"
"You know Holly," I said. "As much as you eat, you would
think you would have grown some tits by now."
"I noticed you seem to like what little she has," Beth
said with a chuckle.
"A stalk of celery, Holly?"
"Yeah, but that's not the worst. There's this guy that
thinks he an inventor. He's always making these fuck
machines. He used one on me a couple of weeks ago."
"My God, Holly don't you ever say no?" Beth asked
laughing.
"Hardly ever," Holly admitted. "I'm too afraid I'll miss
something fun. Anyway the last gadget the guy came up
with was great. I lay down on a cot and the guy got it
all adjusted and turned it on. Duffus sat by the cot and
drank beer while his machine did all the work. Best lay
I ever got at his place." By the time she finished her
ribald tale we all were laughing fit to be tied.
"You know," Lou said when the laughter subsided. "With
all the black guys I've been with, you would think I
would have ran into at least one super cock. You know
one of those twelve to f******n inch jobs. So far, Big R
has had the biggest."
"The stereotype black super cock is a myth," I said.
"Very few, if any, around."
"Ha, tell that to Reggie," my wife said. " He's carrying
nearly a foot of black meat."
"Sounds super to me," Holly said. "Frankly I don't care
if I ever get one that big. I rather have one that just
fits snug. I'd rather be tickled to death than stabbed
to death. You fit me just fine, Scott." Holly wiped the
last of the pizza sauce from her mouth, and came and sat
down on my lap. "I think your cock is super."
"Thank you my dear," I said. "You aren't fooling me, you
know. I know you're over here to get these pieces of
crust I have left."
"Well, that's true, and if you let me have them, I'll
let you fuck me."
"What if I don't?" I asked.
"I'll still let you fuck me, but I'll be mad at you
while you do." Beth and Lou were cracking up.
"Take them," I said laughing. "I sure don't want you mad
at me. Hey, I think there's some celery in the kitchen."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Beth's Story:
"Wow, this is a nice place," Lou said sticking her head
out of the window and gawking at the Joy Lodge.
"Yeah, too nice for three whores," Holly said. "They
really booked the whole place?"
"So Roland said," I answered. Joy Lodge was an
impressive place. "Scott and I spent a weekend here a
few years ago," I told them. "Pretty fancy, as I
recall." I found a parking place and we went in to the
desk.
"May I help you?" a smallish man asked. He sounded just
as stuffy as he looked.
"I'm Beth Wheeler," I told him. "You should have
reservations for me and my friends."
"I see," he said. The little squirt would have looked
down his nose at me if he hadn't been so short. "You
three, ah... ladies, will have the magnolia suite."
"If you say 'ah... ladies' one more time, I'll slap the
hell out of you," Lou said glaring at him. The man's
nametag said that he was Mister Johnson "You get it,
Johnson?"
Johnson got busy shuffling some papers and carefully not
looking at us. A bellman came with our luggage, which
wasn't all that much. All three of us only brought a
couple changes of clothes and our cosmetics.
"Okay, I could get used to living like this," Holly
said. The magnolia suite was luxurious to say the least.
We each had our own bedroom with a king size bed. The
carpet was so thick I felt like I was sinking down into
it.
"Yeah, when I get rich, I'm going to buy this place,"
Lou said. "Then I'm going to fire that twerp Johnson.
Wonder what a room like this costs?"
"Two thousand dollars a day," Reggie answered coming
through the connecting door that none of us had noticed.
"It is wonderful to see you Beth," he added. He came to
me and took me in his arms while Holly and Lou stared at
his size.
"Damn, they grow them big where you come from, don't
they?" Lou said. Reggie ignored her. He was busy kissing
me. Reggie had kissed me before, but something seemed
different this time. His kiss not only had a sense of
urgency, but also more passionate or something like
that. I had to wonder if this African giant was falling
for me.
"I have missed you, Beth," he said when he finally
released me. I wasn't sure exactly how to respond. I've
gotten used to saying what the client wants to hear, but
for some reason I was reluctant to encourage Reggie. I
could feel his giant cock pushing at me through his
tunic.
"It's good to see you Reggie," I said. That seemed
neutral enough. "What's the game plan?"
"I'm sorry?" he said looking confused.
"The plan? The agenda? The schedule?" I said.
"Oh yes," Reggie said. "You will rest for a few hours.
Your dinner will be served to you in this room. There
will be a welcoming ceremony at eight o'clock, at which
time you will meet my father, the king. Your attire is
ready for each of you, please wear the dress that is in
the wardrobe cabinet without any jewelry or
accessories."
"All of us?" I asked. "How did you know what size to
get?"
"The size of the dress is not important. I will come for
you at eight."
Reggie kissed me again and left through the connecting
door.
"Jeeze, is he always that officious?" Lou asked.
"No, that was a different Reggie than I'm used to," I
said.
"Would you girls look at what we're supposed to wear?"
Holly said. She was holding up what appeared to be
several yards of gauzy material. "This thing doesn't
leave much to the imagination, does it? I'm betting
we're not suppose to wear anything under it either."
Shortly after six, room service brought us a banquet.
Literally a feast that twenty people couldn't have
eaten. Holly did give it a game effort, though.
Holly had been right in her assessment of the dress.
After we put them on we looked at one another and
laughed.
"We wouldn't be more naked if we were naked," Lou said.
"Good thing we're whores, ain't it? Otherwise our
delicate dispositions might be offended."
The door opened at exactly eight o'clock. It wasn't
Reggie. It was Sam dressed in a loincloth and a fur
headdress from an unlucky lion. He was carrying a tall
shield and spear.
"Come," Sam said and led us through the next room and
into a larger room.
The room was adorned with the hides of various a****ls.
Zebra was the only one I recognized. People were sitting
on the floor in two rows. I counted four women and ten
men counting Sam. All except the women wore the lion
skin headdress. The women were bare-breasted and three
of them were a lot younger than the other one.
There were three seats, thrones actually, at the head of
the two rows of people. Reggie sat on one throne.
Another man, his father I assumed, sat in the middle.
Sam left us at the end of the rows, and went to the
other seat.
Reggie started speaking in Swahili or what I assumed was
Swahili. It could have been Greek for all I knew. He
spoke for several minutes and about midway, he stood up
and approached me, continuing to speak and wave his
hands. He put his huge hand on my shoulder and urged me
forward.
"Go to the King and kneel," Reggie said softly. "Bow low
and stay that way until he tells you to rise."
I pride myself on being able to adjust to any situation,
so I did as he said to do. With my face down, almost to
the a****l skin I was kneeling on, I waited. The old man
started talking and boy, did he talk. He went on for
over five minutes. I almost giggled when I realized that
the people behind me were getting a pretty good view of
my butt. My knees were beginning to hurt when finally
Reggie told me to get up.
Reggie stood beside me in front of the old man. King
Whoopee or whatever his name was pulled the skin from
his lap exposing his cock. Apparently Reggie took after
his old man. The king had a king-size cock.
"Go forward and kiss his manhood," Reggie whispered to
me. Why not? I was a whore who volunteered to attend an
orgy. Apparently the party was starting. I went to the
old man and took his stiffing cock in my hand. I bent
and kissed the tip. The old geezer put his hand on my
head and held me there. I assumed that I was supposed to
do more than kiss his cock. I covered the head of his
dick with my mouth. The damned thing sprang to life. It
reared up like a snake about to strike. I mentally
cursed Russell. The man may be old, but there certainly
was a lot of life in him.
I was aware that Holly and Lou had joined me in front of
the three men. I risked a quick glance and saw that a
man was with them.
"I will translate the ceremony," the man said in perfect
English. "Leave the King and go to the man on your
left." He touched me so I assumed he was speaking to me.
I went to Reggie, who had pulled his loin cloth aside. I
took his cock and kissed it. I heard the man telling Lou
and Holly to follow suit. Lou was first to suck the King
followed by Holly. I was directed to Sam and the girls
went to Reggie. So far, so good, I thought. The royalty
wanted a bit of head, no sweat.
After we all had paid homage to the king and princes
dicks we were led to where the others waited. I led
Holly and Lou and we went down one side and up the other
side. Every man politely pulled his loincloth over to
give us access. The four women were the last ones. I
wondered what I was supposed to do when it came their
turn. The first woman, older by far than the others
answered my unspoken question by pulling her tiny apron
aside and leaning back to give me access to her private
parts. She had a rancid smell and I didn't linger at her
crotch. I moved on to the next woman who smelled much
better than the old crone. The two younger women
actually smelled nice.
When Holly, Lou and I finished with the dick sucking and
pussy eating tour, the king made another speech. Our
translator stood behind us and told us what the king was
saying. Not a lot of it made sense. It was about an
antelope jumping and a lion creeping through the grass
and a lot of crap like that. After the king finished his
spiel we were seated on the raised platform just below
the three men of royalty. One of the younger women rose
and came over to me. She pulled the gauzy dress up and
bent down and kissed my pussy. She went to Lou and then
to Holly. Each of the people came and did the same.
"I was beginning to wonder if this was a one way
street," Lou said.
"Silence!" the interpreter hissed. "Do not speak."
"Fuck you Jack," Lou said, but she said it softly. The
royal three were noticeably absent from the turnabout
oral service.
The last man, a little wizen man of undeterminable age
was last to approach us. I don't know if he was blind,
uninterested, or what, but his lips missed my pussy by
several inches. The man stood up in front of me and said
something the interpreter did not bother to translate.
One of the young women came to him holding a horn out
for him. He took some pasty substance out of the horn
and smeared it on his wrinkled cock.
"Suck it off," the translator said. I did and it tasted
like crushed rose pedals smell. It also had a bitter
after taste. The little man did the same for Holly and
Lou. It didn't take but a few moments before I realized
it was some sort of narcotic. I felt a rush of warmth
spread all over my body, and my head felt light. My
vision blurred just for an instant then cleared. In fact
remarkably clear. I glanced over at Holly, and she
grinned at me.
"That's some good shit," she said loudly. I think she
thought she was whispering. "I'll suck the old timers
dick all night unless he runs out of."
"Be quiet!" The translator screamed. I don't think he
actually screamed, but it sounded like it.
CHAPTER f******n
Holly's Story:
I don't know what was on the old geezers dick, but I
liked it. Every one of my senses suddenly got sharper.
They led us back to the platform where somebody had put
some big pillows. Beth, Lou, and I were stripped of our
skimpy dress and told to lie down on the giant pillows.
The big auger, I guess he's the king, got up and came
over to where Beth lay. He whipped out his cock and
shoved it into her pussy. I felt for her pain because
there had been no warm-up or foreplay. But Beth didn't
seem to mind in the least. His big old cock slid right
in. That was when I realized that I was so wet I was
leaking. While I certainly enjoyed all them folks eating
my pussy there was more moisture than that would have
caused. Ah, I thought, the goop on the gommers dick was
some kind of aphrodisiac. What were they thinking? We
are whores. We don't need to be.
Whatever I had been thinking was interrupted by Reggie's
big cock being pushed in me. Hot damn, that son of a
bitch was hung like a bull! Thanks to all the moisture I
was generating, he got the damn thing in okay. The other
dude was fucking Lou. Sam, I think they called him.
Beth, Lou and I were royally fucked for about ten
minutes. Then the audience got into the act. All the men
came up and took a turn. Wasn't a rubber to be seen
anywhere. I mentally crossed my finger, and put it out
of my mind. Anyway there wasn't anything I could do.
Each man in the room fucked us, even the translator. And
every man dropped a load of come in our dripping
pussies. The last two or three sure had a sloppy cunt to
work with. I could hear women crying out in the throes
of passion, and I laughed out loud when I realized that
I was one of them.
Lou's Story:
One after another the men fucked us. I don't know how
many times I came, but it was a lot. From the racket
Beth and Holly were making, I think they were having a
good time, too. I'm not sure how long they fucked us.
Time seemed to get all screwed up. It may have been an
hour or it may have been three or four hours. The last
man was pumping away at me, and when he grunted and shot
his load the strangest thing happened.
Three of the younger women came up and each had a little
dish. While one of the men held our legs open the women
scooped the come out of us, catching it in the dish.
They reached deep inside me and I assume they did with
Holly and Beth. When they were satisfied they had all
the come out, they took the dishes to the old woman. If
that wasn't weird enough, it got weirder. The old bitch
drank all of it down and licked the dishes clean! Then
it started all over again. Apparently there was some
kind of order to when they mounted us, but I couldn't
figure it out. It didn't seem important enough to try.
Beth's Story:
This was the strangest thing I was ever involved in. I
had been involved in group sex before, but nothing like
one cock after another for at least three hours if not
more. The old crone must have drunk two quarts of come
before that part of the orgy was over. I'm guessing, but
I think it was around midnight when we were split up.
Lou was carried off, impelled on Sam's cock. Two men and
one woman followed them. Holly received almost the same
treatment except King Dick, three men and a woman,
e*****ed her.
Reggie picked me up, and stuck his mighty spear in me,
and we left with the remainder of the men and a woman.
The old crone seemed to be in a sperm c*** or something.
She was curled up asleep on the floor.
Reggie carried me to a room that was nearly all bed. He
put me on it, and stepped back and the woman came to me.
She pushed my legs apart and started eating me. She was
the youngest of the four women, but she obviously had
some experience at eating pussy. The four men watched
and drank some beer. I tried that beer or homebrew
later, and it was some kind of powerful stuff that
tasted a little what I imagined pee to taste like.
"You like to have your woman's part licked by a woman,
dear Beth?" Reggie asked me. "Is my sister to your
liking?"
"Yes," I managed to say. His sister? That was
interesting news. I found out later that all the
delegation was related, either by blood or marriage.
After the woman had brought me off several times, Reggie
mounted me. The loudmouth translator followed him. Each
time one of the men came in me, the girl came and
cleaned it up. The other men took their turn at me,
also. It wasn't very long before they doubled up on me.
At one point I had three men doing my mouth, pussy and
ass with another one biting on my tender nipples. I'm
guessing at the young woman's name. It sounded like
Lilly. Anyway, that's what I called her. Lilly got her
share of action, too. Not just performing oral sex on
me. She was fucked in her pussy and ass just like I was.
I'm not sure when I lost track. I may have passed out or
just gone to sleep, I don't recall. The next thing I
knew I was being awakened in my bed by someone knocking
on the door.
Lou's Story:
"Somebody get that damned door!" I yelled. I glanced at
my watch from the bedside table. It was ten o'clock, and
from the bright sunlight streaming in through the window
I concluded that it was the morning after a long action
filled night of fucking and sucking. I reaffirmed what I
had figured out early last night. These Africans are not
human. They are fucking machines. I had at least one
cock in me all night. Most of the time it was more than
one.
That Sam, never seemed to lose his hard. When he wasn't
fucking me he was on the *********** that was with us.
Nobody in the room spoke English, except me, but it
wasn't difficult to figure out what they wanted. I don't
know how I would have coped if it hadn't been for that
narcotic they gave us before the shindig started. I have
to agree with Holly. That was some good shit. It kept me
alert, sensitive, and well lubed for the whole night of
debauchery. Holly was still flying, but poor Beth had to
be carried to bed.
"What the hell do you want?" I heard Holly yelling from
the front room. "Oh, hey Beth and Lou. Food is here." I
made it to the front room to see two black men wheeling
in carts of food. Beth was standing in her doorway
looking like something a cat had dragged in. Holly, Beth
and I didn't have a stitch on.
"Good morning ladies," one of the waiters said looking
at each of us. "I'm Ron and this is Paul. We're with the
Black Diamonds. You ladies look mighty good this
morning. I might have to give Big R a call and we can
party sometime." He went over and handed Beth two small
pills. "Honey, you look like you could use some help
getting started. These will help."
After they left we fell to eating. Holly doesn't let
anything interfere with her appetite and I was famished.
Beth took the pills with some orange juice and picked at
her food for a while. Apparently the uppers kicked in
and she too ate with some gusto.
Holly's Story:
What a fucking night! I had worked up one hell of an
appetite and all the food was delicious. I had something
important to tell Beth and Lou, but I wanted to wait
until the right time.
"Well, I don't know about you two, but I feel almost
human again," Lou said after she finished eating. "How
do you feel now, Beth?"
"Much better," Beth answered with a smile. "Not quite up
to human, but almost. How did you girls do last night?"
"I got fucked," Lou said with a laugh. "And fucked, and
fucked and fucked.
What happened to you? Why did you conk out?"
"I made a bad mistake," Beth said. "I drank some of that
homebrew. I won't do that again, for sure."
"I only tasted it," I told them. "Tasted like panther
piss, to me."
"I didn't even taste that stuff. The smell turned me
away before I got it to my lips," Lou said. "Okay, I'll
say it. Have either of you ever been involved in
anything as weird as that was? I'm talking about the
ceremony bit."
"Never," Beth said. "Weird doesn't describe it. What
about you Holly?"
"No," I answered. The time was right. "I've read about
wedding ceremonies in some parts of the world being
strange, but this takes the cake."
"What about that old woman drinking all that . what did
you say? Wedding ceremony?"
"You got it sister," I said. "We all got married last
night. I think two of us are bigamists."
"What are you talking about?" Beth demanded.
"That little black chick that was in my group spoke good
English," I said. "She told me that we had married the
tribe. Or at least that part of the tribe." Neither of
them said a word. They just stared at me for a long
time. I waited a few moments and laid the rest of my
news on them.
"Starting today we are supposed to come off of birth
control. They want us knocked up as soon as possible." I
gave them some time to digest that, and told them the
rest of the story. "By the way, tomorrow we leave for
Africa."
"Be damned if that's so!" Lou exploded. "I haven't lost
a damned thing in Africa. They can kiss my white ass."
Beth looked thoughtful for a while. "It now makes some
sense," she said. "That's why Reggie insisted on just
the three of us. That son of a bitch is planning on a
k**napping."
"I hope they enjoyed the honeymoon because that's all
they are going to get," Lou said. "Married, my ass! We
need to get the hell out of Dodge."
We hurriedly got dressed in our own clothes and packed
our few things. When the waiters came back to get the
carts, Beth told them we wanted to leave.
"Okay, no sweat," the one named Ron said. He took a cell
phone out, punched in some numbers, and spoke briefly.
"Thirty minutes, ladies," he said putting the phone
away. "Everybody will be in place by then."
That sounded good except that Reggie showed up ten
minutes later.
Beth's Story:
"Why are you dressed like that?" Reggie demanded.
"Reggie, dear," I said as calmly as I could. "We are
leaving here."
"No, that is not possible. I forbid it!"
"You tricked me, Reggie," I said, still trying to sound
calm. "We are prostitutes, you don't have to marry us.
In fact I am already married, I don't want another
husband or a tribe of husbands. We are leaving."
Wordlessly a very irate Reggie went back out through the
interconnecting door. I knew it wasn't over and I was
right. He was back within a few minutes with two of his
crew, complete with spears and shields. They all looked
pissed.
"The ceremony will be completed," Reggie declared. "All
of you will go home with us. Nothing will prevent that."
Holly opened the door and the two waiters came in the
room. They took one look at the two men with spears and
they took out their guns.
"You couldn't be more wrong," Lou told Reggie. "You
better tell your men that they were stupid to bring
spears to a gun fight. Let's go girls."
"I divorce thee, I divorce thee, I divorce thee," Holly
parodied 'The King and I' with a merry laugh. "All
except the dude with the knobby dick. I may keep him
around for laughs. Adios, mother-fuckers!"
Two big Black Diamond guys with guns e*****ed us to my
car where another Black Diamond was already behind the
wheel with the engine running. Although I could hear
Reggie yelling in frustration as armed Black Diamond
members ringed the outside of the lodge insuring our
escape, Lou, Holly and I loaded up and hauled ass out of
there with a black tinted windowed Denali in front and
behind us. None of the three drivers took their foot off
the gas until we were a hundred miles away from Joy
Lake.
During that entire hundred miles Holly, Lou and I said
nothing. Undoubtedly the other two were also unwinding
and reflecting upon what would have been our lot had
Russell not suggested the precaution of enlisting the
Black Diamond gang's protection. Needless to say being
Reggie's exclusive "date" with the exorbitant tips was
over.
After our narrow escape from being k**napped to Africa
Holly, Lou and I felt compelled to show our appreciation
to every one of the Black Diamond e*****s. Pulling over
after one hundred miles Lou went to one Denali and Holly
jumped in the other. Gratuitous sex with the two black
men who e*****ed us safely from the lodge was merely a
forerunner to making a phenomenal discovery. Not only
was the driver of my car the leader of the Black Diamond
gang, but also as well hung as Reggie.
Did our narrow escape motivate any of us to end our
whoring for Big R? Holly, being admittedly addicted to
black cock, had no qualms with our Black Diamond e*****s
evicting her loser husband and divorcing him. Not
surprisingly becoming Scott's mistress while hooking up
with Russell enabled Holly to continually enjoy
interracial sexual adventures along with regular Oreo
threesomes.
Lou made no bones about liking sex and preferring black
cock. Unlike Holly, who viewed sex with women as merely
an interlude until the next big black cock, Lou reveled
in her newfound bisexuality and had no qualms with
female/female/black men threesomes while whoring for Big
R. The spark igniting between us the first day Lou
joined Holly, Scott and me in our prolonged group sex
has since been fanned into a steadily burning flame. In
fact, Lou and I nearly set either of our beds on fire
with the raging inferno that erupts between us. We
remain devoted to each other as lovers and fem soul
mates.
As for me Big R is far more selective in my clientele.
Even though assisting Roland with training recruits and
converting each new girl into a bisexual gives the
subtle perception I am his mistress that is not the
case. Solidifying arrangements for Roland's many
enterprises with the Black Diamond Security firm was no
problem with me being the gang leader's main squeeze.
I often reflect on the irony how a ***********ry triple
X videotape initially piqued my curiosity about black
and white interracial sex. In spite of the narrow brush
with reality I am blessed to have such an open-minded,
voyeuristic, unconditionally loving husband who has
absolutely no regrets with our open marriage. Frequent
sexual interludes with Roland, Russell and members of
their inner circle in the course of breaking in new meat
provides only part of my sought after black cock
variety. As the President of Black Diamond Security's
mistress, who includes being a sexual reward for
outstanding employee performance, affords me an even
wider variety of black cock. Consequently I have no
regrets over no longer being the exclusive date of "The
Great Horn of Africa!"
THE END
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Great Horn of Africa
by shooter3704 (address defunct)
***
A man's wife expresses curiosity about prostitution and
he sees she's aroused by the thought. A plan develops.
(M+/F, slut-wife, oral, anal, intr, prost, husb-voy)
***
Author's note: This is a work of erotic fiction, and not
a travelogue. Hope you enjoy it.
***
CHAPTER ONE
Scott's Story:
It funny how things work out. My wife and I were laying
in bed watching a porno flick. It was supposed to be
about a white girl who got sold into ***********ry by
her husband, or father, or somebody close to her. The
plot wasn't all that good, but the action scenes were
pretty hot.
Beth and I have been married for nearly twenty years. We
got married right out of high school, and neither of us
have ever had another sexual partner. I know I haven't,
and I'm pretty sure about Beth. I'm Scott Wheeler, by
the way.
At thirty eight, and after having two c***dren, Beth is
still a fine looking woman. She works hard to keep her
body in good shape, although no one but me ever gets to
enjoy it.
Our love life has slowed down considerably over the past
few years. Age and mileage seemed to be taking over.
After we got married, Beth worked to send me to business
school. I opened my own accounting business. I'm a CPA
with a long list of good clients.
We finally got to where we are living comfortably. Our
oldest daughter is in college, and the youngest is a
senior in high school. Every aspect of my life is good,
except in the bedroom. Watching porno seems to be one of
the few things that would get us excited enough to make
love. I guess I'm a little sad about that.
"I wonder what that would be like?" Beth said aloud, as
we watched the videotape.
"I'll show you in a few minutes," I said trying to do a
villainous leer.
"Not that, silly. I mean, being a prostitute. Going to
bed and making love to strangers."
"I doubt there is much love involved," I said dryly. "I
suspect it just plain ol' fucking." Beth hates the word
fuck, and usually fusses at me for using it. This time
she seemed to either not hear me, or decided to ignore
it.
"I mean it would be an exciting life, I would think. Not
knowing who your next customer would be. What they would
be like. What they would want you to do for them."
"I guess," I said wondering where this line of
conversation would go. Beth seldom commented on the
porno I brought in. Sometimes she won't even watch them.
"That poor girl has a black pimp... is that the right
word?" I nodded. "Her pimp tells her where to go, and
what to do every day of her life." She was silent a
moment and then continued. "He takes her whenever he
wants to. He does unspeakable thing to her. Why are you
laughing?"
"They're not unspeakable, Beth. The pimp often speaks of
them. 'Get over here bitch and suck my cock.' 'Come here
whore, and bend over so I can fuck your ass'."
"You know what I mean," Beth punched me in the ribs. "I
pity the poor girl."
I noticed that Beth was rubbing one of her nipples. "And
yet you also envy her," I said.
"Yes, I guess so, in a way," she answered after a few
moments. "I wonder what it would be like to be totally
uninhibited... to have sex with a lot of different men.
To do that and not have to think about it. not to have a
choice in the matter."
"So, you want me to find you a pimp?" I teased.
"You don't know any pimps," she said with a laugh.
"As a matter-of-fact, I do know a pimp. I have one for a
client, Miss know-it-all."
"Really? I didn't know that. Who is it?"
"You know I don't discuss my clients, at home," I said
putting my arm around her shoulders. "When I get him to
take you on as his whore, you'll get to know him very
well then."
"Why? What will he do to me?"
"Before he puts you to work, he'll have to try you out.
He would take you to his house and fuck you all weekend
long to see if you had what it takes. Then he'd bring in
a few friends to fuck you also." I kept up that kind of
talk for a while. I played with her ample breasts, and
when I put my hand down between her legs, I was a little
surprised to find that she was soaking wet. I knew I was
on to something, I just wasn't sure what it was.
Like a lot of men, when I find something that works, I
stick with it. I used the theme for several weeks, and
it worked like a charm every time. Beth would almost
immediately warm up. We fucked like a couple of rabbits.
CHAPTER TWO
Two days after the end of the quarter, like clockwork,
Roland Morgan brought his papers and books to my office.
Roland, or Big R, as he's known on the street, has many
irons in the fire. He owns a strip club, a convenience
store, a liquor store, and a couple more enterprises.
Most designed to laundry the i*****l flow of money from
his whores.
On our first meeting, I made it a point to tell Big R
that I wasn't like a lawyer. I told him not to tell me
anything that he didn't want told in court. Big R
laughed when I told him that. He told me he wasn't
worried, that he was protected. I discovered that he was
paying out large sums of money to the cops. It was
entered on his books as casual employment and
miscellaneous expenses.
I didn't know, or want to know, how many cops he was
paying off, but the figures for casual employment and
miscellaneous were large. On paper, Big R was a wealthy
man, and I was sure that a lot of cash didn't get to the
books.
"How's it going Mister Wheeler?" Big R asked setting the
arm load of books on my desk. Describing Big R is
difficult because there nothing about him that's unusual
or remarkable. He's black, I'd guess late thirties or
early forties, Five-nine or five-ten, and medium weight,
neither heavy or light. He's a spiffy dresser, but not
pimp flashy. He seemed to be mild mannered and soft
spoken. I decided to ask him something that had been
bothering me.
"Couldn't be better Mister Morgan," I answered. "I know
it's none of my business, but I've wondered why they
call you Big R."
He threw back his head and laughed. "Yeah, I can see why
you might wonder. My momma named me Roland and my Pop
took one look at my equipment, and called me Big R. The
name just stuck."
I know I must have turned five shades of red. I managed
to say, "Oh, I see."
"Yeah, when you start out life with a big dick, you get
tagged with some sort of nickname. Go on, Mister
Wheeler. You can ask."
"Ah, err... well how big was it?"
"My seventh grade teacher measured it," he said
laughing. "It was six and a half inches long then.
Coming in at just ********** inches now. I kinda grew
into it, I guess."
"Your school teacher measured it?" I stammered. "Why?"
"She was curious I guess. I fucked her two years later
in the backseat of her car in the school parking lot."
He laughed. "I had grown some by then. You going to call
me when you get my books done?"
"Yes," I said. "I know I'm asking a lot of questions,
but how does a person become a pimp?"
"I guess there's a lot of ways," he said. "I started in
high school. Girls found out I had a big dick, and I got
in a lot of panties. It wasn't long before I had more
pussy than I could handle, so I sold some to the other
guys. I had a variety of gals. Black, white, Hispanics,
and a few Asian. I found that the black guys wanted
white girls, and white guys wanted black girls, and
almost any of them would fuck a **** or Mexican gal. I
found out what the demand was, and supplied it. Still
do, for that matter."
"I see. I guess that's what makes the world go around.
Supply and demand. Still have a lot of girls?"
"I got twelve right now," he said. "Ten white girls and
two black ones. I supply mostly to the black community,
and they want white nookie. How long we been doing
business? Four or five years, ain't it? So why all the
questions now? I don't mind, but I'm curious."
"Oh, this woman I know was asking me about
prostitution," I said. "I told her I'd check around."
God! It sounded lame even to me.
"She's thinkin' about trying it?" Big R asked. "You can
tell her it's fuckin' dangerous to go out independent.
Lot of things can, and will go wrong. What she look
like?"
I don't know why, but I described Beth perfectly to him.
"Sounds like she might make a good whore. A mature white
woman, that has been around the block a few times can
make some serious money."
Son of a bitch! He was looking at the photo of Beth on
my desk. "You tell her that I'm fair with my bitches. I
don't dope them, or keep their money. They can work as
much, or as little as they want. All I ask is they be
fair with me, and keep themselves clean. I insist on a
check-up every two weeks, and that everybody uses a
rubber." He looked me in the eye. "How serious is this
chick? Is she thinking about it for the money, or for
the fun of it?"
"I guess mostly for the fun of it. She doesn't need the
money." How on earth did I let the conversation get this
far. What the hell was I thinking?
"Best kind of whore," Big R said, glancing at Beth's
picture again. "If she's looking for adventure, I can
supply it. I got to go. Call me when the books are ready
to be picked up."
***
"I spoke with Big... ah, my client today," I said. Beth
and I were sitting at the kitchen table. The only
daughter at home, wasn't at home, as usual.
"What big client is that, dear?"
"Not a big client. The pimp client I told you about."
Beth's fork stopped half way to her mouth.
"What did you talk about?" she asked, putting the food
back on her plate.
"This and that," I answered, probably a little smug.
"How things were going with his business."
"And how are things in his business?"
"Apparently pretty good," I know I was grinning like a
simpleton, but I couldn't help it Beth pushed her food
around on the plate a few moments then got up, and put
her plate in the sink.
"I'm going to take a shower and go on the bed," Beth
said leaving the kitchen.
"Okay, I'll be up in a little while. Oh, by the way," I
called after she had left. "He said you could interview
for a job anytime you wanted to." Timing is everything.
I waited for it. I didn't have to look up to know that
she was back in the doorway. I could hear her breathing.
"What are you talking about, Scott?" she demanded.
"What? I thought you had gone." I was playing it cool
and having some fun. "I mentioned to my client, that I
knew a woman who was thinking about becoming a
prostitute. When I described her, he became interested.
He said it sounded like she would make a good whore for
him." Beth came on in the kitchen, and stopped beside my
chair.
"Are you out of your mind?" she said, her voice cold,
and trembling with passion. Not the good kind. "Tell me,
Scott, are you out of your God damned mind?" Her voice
had risen to a screech.
"Hey, Beth, calm down," I said. I wasn't having any fun
now. "I didn't tell him who. I didn't give him any names
or anything. He won't be calling you on the phone." She
glared hard at me, her chest rising and falling. "I
can't believe you," she said, and hurried out of the
room. It's strange how something can turn into a bucket
of shit so quick.
I watched some TV a while, read a book for a while, and
stalled as long as I could. I was absolutely in no rush
to go up to bed. I woke up when my daughter came in at
quarter passed eleven. I lucked out, because Beth was
asleep when I got to the bed.
***
The next day I was up and out of the house before Beth
awoke, but that evening she seemed to be her old
cheerful self. You can bet your ass, I didn't bring up
the subject of our discontent. Actually, it was a couple
nights later that it was mentioned. Beth brought it up.
"So what did you tell him?" she asked. I was already in
bed and Beth was brushing her long auburn hair. She was
looking at me in the mirror. It crossed my mind,
briefly, to faint a lack of understanding, but I knew
she knew I knew.
"Not all that much. I ask him how he got in the
business, and it kind of evolved from there." I repeated
the conversation between Big R and me.
"You told him I was pretty?" she asked.
"I did not. I told him that my friend was beautiful and
super sexy." She didn't say anything for a while.
"I overreacted didn't I?"
"Maybe just a tad," I acknowledged. "But maybe you were
justified. Who knows?"
"I can't believe his teacher measured his... thing.
That's too bizarre. And they did it a couple years
later?"
"That's what he said. He strikes me as a man that
doesn't have to brag."
"And he said that he thought I could do well in the
business?"
"He certainly did. He said a sexy mature woman could do
very well." When she didn't respond right away I said,
"While he was talking to me, I got a mental picture of
you and him... together... you know... having sex." Beth
turned around to look directly at me. A smile was
playing around her mouth.
"Tell me about that mental image. What exactly did you
see?"
I went into a long and fanciful story of what I saw in
my mind. Beth came and lay down beside me as I spun the
yarn. Some of it I had visualized, but most I conjured
up from my mind. I had no more than finished the tale
and Beth was all over me. She was like a wild woman who
had been denied sex for a long time.
***
"You got a VCR?' Big R asked me. He had come to get the
books. I told him I did, and he handed me a video tape.
"You tell your friend to watch this tape, and then if
she wants to talk, we can."
After he left I put the tape in my player that's build
in the small TV I have in the office. The tape started
showing Big R setting behind a big desk. He was speaking
to someone out of sight.
"Why do you want to get in the business?" he asked. The
sound wasn't all that clear, but I could understand him.
"I need some money," a female voice said. "I need a lot
of money, fast." The camera widened out, and I saw an
attractive white woman sitting on a chair in front of
the desk. The angle didn't change, and I wondered if it
was done remotely.
"You ever been a professional whore?" Big R asked. She
shook her head and murmured something I couldn't hear.
"I'm going to assume that you ain't a virgin."
"No, I'm hardly a virgin. I'm married, and I have two
c***dren."
"Most of our customers are black," Big R said. "You ever
fucked a black man before?" She shook her head in the
negative. "Do you like to fuck?" She nodded her head.
"You get a blood test, like I ask you to do?"
"Yes sir, I did. Like I told you on the phone I have
never had sex with anybody except my husband... ever."
"I guess that answers the question about threesomes and
gangbangs. Ever made it with a chick?"
"No sir," she answered in a soft voice.
"Why did you decide you wanted to be a whore?" Big R
asked bluntly.
"I don't know. I guess because I thought I could make
some money doing something I like, and that I'm good at.
I don't have any training or skills to fall back on.
I've always been a housewife and mother. Last year my
husband got sick. He was out of work for nearly six
months. We got way behind in our bills. The mortgage
company is demanding back house payments, or they'll
foreclose."
"Your hubby know that you are applying to be a whore?"
She nodded slowly.
"He's all right with it?"
"Yes. I don't know if he is or not. He said he was, but
I don't know for sure. We're desperate, so it doesn't
really matter. He's working two jobs, and we still
aren't catching up very fast."
"We are being videotaped," Big R said. "You see that
camera over there on the shelf? Look right at the camera
and say your name, your age, and that you are applying
for a job as a whore of your own free will." The woman
turned slightly, and looked right into the camera.
"My name is Holly May McAllister. I am twenty-six years
old. I am applying for a job as a whore of my own free
will."
"Stand up Holly May," big R instructed. "I want you to
take off your clothes. Keep looking at the camera while
you do." The woman did as he instructed. Soon she was
naked. Holly May had breasts that were in the category
of "mouthful", but they were well formed.
The camera zoomed in on her chest and I could see that
her boobs were like two cones on her chest. The camera
panned down to show that she had a narrow strip of pubic
hair above her slit. The camera widened back out to show
all of her. I wondered who was operating the camera, as
Big R didn't seem to move his hands. The only
nervousness she displayed was biting her lower lip.
"Are you ready to continue?" Big R asked her. She
nodded, and he led her through a door behind the desk.
The picture went snowy, and then reappeared again in a
bedroom setting. Big R was sitting on the edge of a bed
with his clothes off. He was holding a huge cock in one
hand. Obviously he had been truthful about the size of
his cock. I stopped the tape and rewound it. I wanted to
watch it with Beth. I had to watch it with her.
CHAPTER THREE
Beth's story:
I know I am a very lucky woman. I'm married to a
wonderful man, I have two wonderful daughters, and I
live in a nice house. Everything is perfect. That's not
exactly the truth. It's not perfect, just comfortable.
I'm not sure when I begun to have feelings of
dissatisfaction. Maybe they came in small increments
over a long period of time. I don't know.
Scott is a hard working man. He had to be earlier in our
marriage, because we were usually only a few dollars
from financial disaster. Scott's problem is, he didn't
know when to slow down. We managed over the years to
save enough so that both girls can go to college without
us having to scrimp. Scott made some good investments
that has paid off. He doesn't need to work all the time
like he used to. But he does.
One night a couple of weeks ago, Scott brought in
another adult video. I don't care for them much, but
I've learned that if I want sex I have to put up with
them. They do serve the purpose of arousing Scott. This
tape was a lot different. The theme was a white girl who
went to work as a prostitute for a black pimp. There was
a lot of sex between her and various black men.
I realize that it was just a movie with professional
actors, but for some reason it **** to me. I envied the
girl, and her ability to have casual sex with strangers.
I liked the idea that she got paid to have sex with a
lot of men. There was one scene that stuck in my mind
vividly. The scene is firmly stuck in my memory so that
I can quote the dialog from my memory.
The woman just returned from servicing a customer...
john, they called it. Her pimp and another man were
waiting on her. She smiles at her pimp, and gives him a
big, long, deep kiss.
"Get your cunt all juiced up, did you?" the pimp said..
The woman said she had. "Get them clothes off, and let
us see your slick, gooey pussy." The woman glanced at
the other man, but took her clothes off. "Look here
Tyrone," the pimp said. "She's still wet from her black
sexin' That mutherfucker use a rubber?" The girl said of
course. She said she knew the rules. "Good. Get down on
your knees and give my cock a good suckin' Me and Tyrone
are going to give you some more black cock."
The girl, Gina or Tina, got down, and took the man's big
black penis out of his pants and proceeded to give him
oral sex. I have never cared for oral sex, but she made
it look like fun. Over the next thirty minutes or so,
the pimp, and the man called Tyrone, had sex her in
every imaginable position and combinations.
The finale was that both men took her. One in her vagina
and one in her rectum. I admired, and envied the ease
with which she took both of them in her. She appeared as
if she liked it a lot. I said my thoughts aloud to Scott
without think about it. The end result was Scott and I
had sex that was greater than any in recent history for
us. In fact our sex life took a sharp upturn for the
next several weeks.
The words they used in that video kept running through
my head. Pussy, cunt, whore, cock and fuck. All words
that I hate, and never use. Scott said fuck sometimes,
but I always chided him when he did. For some reason I
couldn't get the nasty words out of my mind.
Scott has a client that he says is a pimp. I doubted it
at first, but I can usually tell when Scott is lying to
me. One night he had the audacity to tell me he had
discussed me with the pimp. I flew into a rage. I wanted
to choke Scott, but as quickly as the anger came, it
left, and for some strange reason I was glad Scott
talked to the pimp.
***
When Scott brought the tape home, I thought it was
another video from the rental store. Scott told me it
was special, and to wait until bedtime to watch it. I
felt a tingle between my legs. If whatever it was, would
get Scott an erection, I would watch it with him.
That night I finished in the bathroom first and was
lying on the bed waiting for Scott. He came out and
started the tape. He said that he had seen the first few
minutes, so I was to start without him.
It was an interview for a prostitute, and when the
camera widened out and I saw the woman I nearly fainted.
I gasped, and Scott stuck his head out of the bathroom.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Oh... my... god!" I said. "I know her. That's Holly...
something. I can't remember her last name."
"Holly McAllister. How do you know her?" Scott said
pushing the pause button.
"We were in the book club together," I said, staring at
the frozen image on the TV. "She dropped out several
months ago. I don't know the details, but something was
wrong at home."
"Sickness," Scott said starting the tape again. "I'll be
out in a few minutes. Keep watching."
And watch, I did. I had wondered what had happened to
Holly. I had not seem her since the last book club
meeting four or five months earlier. Now I knew.
Apparently Holly had taken a job outside the home.
"This is where I stopped it," Scott said getting on the
bed beside me. The scene showed the black man sitting on
the bed holding his... cock, dammit. I might as well say
it as think it. His cock was bigger than any I had ever
seen in the porno movies Scott had brought home. I
watched, totally enthralled, as a nude Holly went over
and knelt down in front of the man.
I watched without blinking, because I was afraid I might
miss something. Holly took the man's penis... his cock,
and stroked it, and then took it in her mouth. Neither
Scott or I said a word as we watched her head bobbing up
and down on his manhood. Her mouth was stretched wide
and her cheeks were inflated as she sucked him. I
managed to tear my eyes away long enough to glance at
Scotts cock, and see that he was aroused.
The black man pulled Holly from his cock and pulled her
down on the bed with him where he proceeded to take her
forcefully. Her legs flew open, as he pressed himself
into her. Holly moaned loudly as he enter her a little
at a time. I could plainly hear her ask him to go
slower, which he did. I was fascinated as I watched this
girl I knew, being taken by this black man with the huge
cock.
"What is his name?" I asked Scott without taking my eyes
from the TV. "I don't want to think of him as 'that
man', 'that pimp' or that 'black man'. I want to know
his name."
"They call him Big R," Scott said.
Big R. okay, I had a name for the black creature that
was fucking Holly so hard. Suddenly Holly started
bucking, and yelling that she was coming. Big R just
kept fucking her. That was what it was. It wasn't making
love, having sex, or any other thing. It was fucking,
pure and simple. Fucking. I said the word out loud,
tasting it, savoring it, and causing Scott to stare at
me. Holly had another orgasm, and another after that.
"How do they do that?" I asked Scott.
"How do they do what?"
"Make the camera change places and zoom in like that."
"Somebody is operating them from a remote site, I
guess," Scott answered.
The idea that they were being watched by someone else,
caused my heart to beat even harder. I didn't think that
was possible. There were unseen eyes watching as his
huge cock piston in and out of her. Unseen eyes watched
as he withdrew his cock, and put her on her knees, and
begun to fuck her doggy style. Eyes of an unknown person
watched as the camera zoomed in to where Big R and Holly
were connected, and saw the sperm gushing out around his
black rod as it went in and out of her.
My nipples were rock hard and I stroked them to try to
relive the aching. Big R used his sperm and her juices
to facilitate his finger going into her.ass. He used one
finger and then two. Suddenly he withdrew his cock from
her. her cunt. Okay, I can say it. He took it out of her
cunt, and rammed it in her ass. He got almost half of it
in before she could react. Holly screamed loudly, and
tried to crawl away from the anal intruder. It did her
no good, because he was holding tightly to her hips. He
jerked her back until she was fully impelled on his
cock.
Big R held her still and didn't move himself until she
quieted down. After she became quiet, he began to move
his hips, slowly at first and then faster until Holly
began to rock with him. I could see her fingers playing
with her clitoris as he butt fucked her. I couldn't take
any more. I grabbed the remote and stopped the tape.
"Fuck me, Scott," I said. "Fuck me like Big R did Holly.
Make me your bitch."
Good old Scott was ready, willing and able. He was as
excited as I was, I think. I let, no, I demanded that,
Scott fuck me in the ass, something I hadn't let him do
all that often. After a prolonged bout of sex, I drifted
off into a troubled sleep. I had dreams all night of a
black man taking me like Big R took Holly.
After Scott left for work, I managed to get a few hours
of dreamless sleep. I got up after nine o'clock, which
was most unusual for me. I ate a quick breakfast and did
some detective work. I called a friend, who was also in
the book club with Holly. Marge knew where Holly lived.
With that information, and what I knew from the
interview I found the phone number.
"Hi Holly? This is Beth Wheeler," I said when a woman
answered the phone.
"How on earth are you doing?"
"Oh, Beth, hi," she said. "I'm fine. How are you?"
"I'm fine. We have missed you at the book club meetings,
and I wanted to check on you."
"Why how nice of you. I had to drop out and get a job.
Maybe in a few months I'll be able rejoin the group."
"How's your work going?" I asked. I was about to do
something mean, and I dreaded it, because I'm not a mean
person.
"Good, I enjoy it."
"Holly can we meet for coffee or maybe lunch? I would
like to talk about your job. I know about Big R."
There was a long silence on the line.
"Oh, shit," Holly said softly. "How did you find out?"
"Look Holly," I said. "I'm not going to divulge your
secrets. I have no intention of hurting you in any way.
I promise you that. I just need to talk to you in
person. Please meet with me."
"Yeah, sure, why not?" Holly said in a resigned tone of
voice. "Where?"
"How about coffee in an hour at the Town and Country
café. I know it's an imposition to you, but it's
important to me." I knew she knew where it was because
we had some book club meeting there for a while. She
agreed, and I hurried off to get dressed. I don't know
exactly why, but I felt the need to look good for Holly.
Is that not strange? I wanted to dress up for a
prostitute.
***
There wasn't but two other customers in the Town and
Country Café. The lunch crowd hadn't started and the
breakfast crowd had gone. Holly was waiting for me at a
table by the window.
"Sorry Holly. Am I late?" I said looking at my watch.
"No, I'm a little early. I just sit down, and I saw you
parking. I ordered coffee for both of us. I hope that's
okay."
"Yes, that fine. I want to thank you for meeting me," I
said. "And I want you to know I meant what I said. I'll
tell nobody what I know, and I won't cause you any
trouble." Holly looked steadily at me and nodded. "You
look great, Holly." She did look good, more confident
and assured.
"Thank you," she said with a slight smile. "You look
good also. How do you know Big R?"
"Actually, I don't know him," I said. I took a deep
breath and plunged right in. "My husband knows him from
a business relationship. I found out that you were
working for Big R, and I wanted to ask you some
questions about it. Rest assured, I'm not going to be
judgmental. Oh, shoot. I'm doing this all wrong. Let me
back up a little, and give you some background." I
started with Scott bringing home the first interracial
video tape, and told her everything. She let me tell my
story without interrupting me.
"So you want to know what it's like to be a whore?"
Holly asked when I finished. "Okay, but first let's get
this straight. You don't want to become a whore. Not
really. This is not a way for you to make money, because
you don't need money. Beth, you want to be a slut. You
are looking for adventure, for excitement, for some
illicit sex, because you are bored, and your married sex
life stinks. How close am I?"
I gave it some thought. "Pretty close," I admitted. " Is
there adventure, and excitement? Can you tell me what
it's like being... you know?"
"A whore. We can say the word," Holly said. "Sure I can.
Is there adventure? Sure there's adventure, and there's
excitement, and plenty of illicit sex, but it's not
exactly like the videos. You have to be careful.
Personal hygiene becomes a way of life for you. Hell, I
got the crabs my second trip out. Big R is careful who
gets to use his bitches. Ninety percent of the men are
nice enough, it's the other ten percent you have to
watch out for.
"When you work for Big R you have to do some gratis
work. You know, give his boys some pussy from time to
time, but he makes it up to you. I know it's not
important to you, but the money is real good. Big R
let's his girls work as much, or as little as they want
to. When I first started, I worked almost every day and
night.
"We were in debt up past our eyebrows, and getting
deeper. When we got even with the creditors, I eased off
some. Right now I'm only working a couple nights a week,
and some special events. Have you and your husband ever
swung? You know... swap parties, or that sort of thing?"
"No, nothing like that at all."
"Look Beth, I don't know what to tell you. You aren't
really asking for advice on whether to do it or not.
You've made up your mind about that already, haven't
you?"
"No... I don't... I don't really know. Maybe I have. How
many girls does Big R have working for him?"
"I don't know for sure. A dozen or so, I guess. I only
know a few of them. The ones I know about are white. One
is a granny."
"A granny? I guess I could qualify for that."
"Not for a few years," Holly said laughing. "His granny
is about sixty and looks it."
"Really? There's a demand for an old woman?"
"Apparently there is a demand. I guess there are some
black men who really get off fucking an old white woman.
Maybe fucking their old school teacher vicariously.
Anyway, I hear Granny does all right for herself. There
is one white chick, Olga, who specializes in ass
sucking." Holly laughed at my expression. "Hey, when you
get in the business, you're going to find a lot of
kinks. If you are strong for women's right, you need to
find your adventure elsewhere. You try to tell Big R
that it's your body, he'll be damned quick to tell you,
not while you're working for him. Your body is his body,
and he'll decide what's to be done with it. If you have
any sexual hang-up, you better get over them. I had to
learn a lot of things quick."
"Like what?" I asked.
"Sex with women for one thing," she said. "Have you ever
made it with a chick?" I shook my head. "Me either until
about three days after I started. One of Big R's friends
shoved my face in a chick's pussy, and told me to eat
it."
"What did you do?"
"I ate it," Holly said with a laugh. "Look, Beth, these
guys don't ask you if you want to do this or if you
would like to do that. They won't ask your permission.
They tell you to do it, and you better do it or you'll
regret it. For one thing Big R will run you off, but
most likely, you'll get the hell slapped out of you. A
lot of these guys will want to double up on you. I don't
know what Big R would charge for you, but he put a three
hundred dollar minimum on my ass.
"One guy for an hour, three hundred. Two guys for an
hour is only five hundred. These guys aren't rocket
scientists, but they can do the math. Joe Blow and his
buddy save a hundred by doubling up on me. It works both
ways. It saves them a hundred, but it saves me an hour,
and time is money."
"You have to do a lot of anal sex?"
"Yeah," Holly answered with a grin. "Some of the black
guys get off doing a woman in what they think is the
final degradation and humiliation. Look, sex is all
about head games. I found out early on that I get a lot
of repeat customers by acting like it's terrible for me.
I play the part of the poor little victim as far as I
can, and it works for me."
"Wow, there's a lot to think about isn't there?" We
sipped out coffee in silence for a few minutes. "Let me
ask you one more question, Holly. If you had it to do
over would you?"
Holly didn't answer for a few moments. "In five and a
half months I managed to get us out of debt except for
the house and my new car. Unlike you, I was looking for
a way out. Apparently you're looking for a way in."
Holly paused and stared out the window for a couple of
minutes. "Yes I would," she finally said. "Not just for
the money, either.
"Over the past several months I've made a discovery
about myself that I didn't know before. I like sex. I
like sex a lot, and I like a lot of sex. Some of Big R's
bitches don't really like men. They don't really like
sex. Being a whore is a means to an end for them. I was
motivated by a need for **********, but along the way
something awoke in me. I found out I like to fuck."
I noticed that two elderly women had taken the table
next to ours. Apparently Holly had not noticed, or
didn't care. Both women appeared to be well off, by
their dress. One of them looked up at Holly's last
statement.
"Good for you honey," the woman said loud enough for us
to hear. "Fuck the silly bastards to death, and make
them pay through the nose for it." Her companion nodded
her head in agreement with the statement. Laughing,
Holly and I left the café. The lunch crowd was beginning
to arrive, anyway.
"Look, Holly," I said when we got to the curb. "Big R
doesn't know who I am or anything about me. At least not
yet. Please don't mention our conversation to him."
"Okay," she answered me. "However you want it. We both
know that it's not going to be long before you try sex
with a black man. Let me urge you to be damned careful.
Aside from the diseases, there are other dangers you
need to consider. If you want to try it, do it with
somebody safe, like Big R, who will take care of you. If
you want to talk again, let me know. I'm available for
you. Now I have one last question for you. How did you
find out about me?"
"Big R gave Scott a video tape of your interview. Scott
and I watched it last night."
"Oh, I see," she said blushing slightly, "Did you like
it?"
"Loved it! We didn't watch it all because we had to
stop, and take care of business. We both were hot and
horny. We stopped the tape just after Big R screwed your
butt."
"Then you missed the part where Big R, and his friend
Russell, doubled up on me. I think Big R added some
other sessions on the tape. I think there might be a bit
where I pulled a train for them. I haven't seen all of
it yet. I'd like to see it sometime. Call me, Beth. In
fact call me, and let me know what you think about the
rest of the tape. " She walked away, and I hurried home
to watch some more of the video tape.
CHAPTER FOUR
Scott's story:
The next day after Beth and I watched Holly's video was
a long one. I had trouble focusing on my work. Two
things were clear to me. One, I was getting a lot of hot
sex, and two, Beth was getting very interested in this
thing... whatever it is. I guess it was the third thing
that bothered me most, and that is, things were not
going to stay like they were. I didn't know if I was
going to like the changes or not.
At lunch time I took a few minutes just to think about
my feelings. How would I feel if Beth actually went to
Big R? The thought of another man's dick in my wife sent
waves of anxiety through me. When I imagined it, I also
felt an excitement that I couldn't quite get a handle
on. The image never failed to bring me a throbbing hard-
on. That fact couldn't be denied. There I sat at my
desk, with a boner. I called home to see how Beth was
doing.
"Hi, it's me," I said when she answered. "What's going
on with you?"
"You will not believe what I just did," she sounded a
little out of breath. "I just finished masturbating
while watching that video of Holly." She was sure right.
I didn't believe it. Doing that was so out of character
for her. Saying it, even more so. "How is your day?" she
added.
"Apparently not as good as yours," I said. "What brought
the self gratification on?"
"I met with Holly this morning," Beth said. "We had a
long talk about... things."
"What things?"
"Her motivation for being a prostitute. How she liked
it, and what were some of the things she did. That sort
of things."
"I see. Just regular girl talk, huh? Did you watch the
rest of the video or just review what we've already
seen?"
"Both," she giggled. "You are going to love the part you
didn't see. I sure won't mind watching it again with
you."
"I can't wait," I said realizing it was true. I couldn't
wait. At that very moment I made a decision to bring in
more accountants to do some of the work. Hell, I should
be able to take off in the afternoon if I wanted to.
Working my ass off suddenly got very old. That afternoon
I started the ball rolling to buy out a competitor who
wanted to retire. He had four CPA's working for him, and
I'd keep all of them, and maybe even hire one more.
I was met at my front door by my beautiful wife wearing
a slinky dressing gown. She handed me a cocktail. Both
the dressing gown and cocktail were unusual, but most
welcome. Beth literally dragged me to the bedroom.
"You won't believe what Big R, and some guy did to
Holly," she said. She had the tape in the bedroom
player, and set at where we left off the night before.
While I watched, I took my coat and tie off. Beth lay on
the bed, the dressing gown opened to her waist. I
noticed that she had shaved most of her pubic hair off,
leaving only a landing strip like Holly had.
I tore my eyes away from my wife and back to the TV.
Holly was sitting on Big R, facing away toward the
camera. She was leaned back so it was apparent that Big
R's cock was in her ass. She had a look of pure
enjoyment on her face. Another man entered the picture.
He was also black. The stranger stood looking at Holly
for a moment while stroking a fairly large cock. Not as
large as Big R, but still impressive.
"Watch this, Scott," Beth said in a strained voice.
"Watch what he does."
The man went in between their legs, reached out and took
hold of Holly's small breasts. He twisted and pulled at
her nipples, causing her to sit up straighter. The
stranger leaned down and kissed Holly, still grasping
her nipples. One of Holly's hands came up around the
man's neck while the other was at his waist. They kissed
for a long time and holly's hand left the man's neck and
disappeared between them. I assumed that she had a grip
on his cock. The camera changed position, and I could
see that she did indeed have hold of his cock. She was
pulling it toward her pussy.
"Watch Scott," Beth said as if I were able to be
distracted. Fat chance of that happening right then. The
man moved closer and Holly positioned the head of his
cock to her cunt. Then with a lunge the man rammed his
cock in her with one motion. Holly screamed loudly. She
had her hands on the man's chest as if to shove him away
from her.
"Take it easy!" Holly yelled. "Easy, dammit!" In just a
few moments she was yelling for them to fuck her harder,
and every few minutes she would cry out in ecstasy as
she had an orgasm.
I looked over at Beth who was gazing at the screen and
playing with her own wet pussy. In all the time we've
been married, I never saw her finger herself. I took my
pants and shorts off, and got on the bed beside her.
With one hand she took my cock, and slowly stroked it,
while frigging herself with the other hand. It was a
time of many firsts for us.
"I want you in me when they gang-bang her," Beth said
urgently. I lay back, and let her mount me, her back to
me as Holly had been to Big R. I had to lean over to see
around her. I could feel Beth's finger working her clit
while I was in her. Beth came within a few seconds and
continued to do so for the next ten minutes, until I
came in her.
Pre-dinner sex was another new thing. I think I like it.
Beth had dinner warming in the over and we set down with
Carla, our youngest, and had a nice meal. Carl seem
confused at her mothers and my antics during dinner. I
guess we were a bit giddy. I announced that I was buying
out old man Carlson and both Carla and Beth were
surprised and pleased.
"Good for you Scott," Beth said. "Let the others do the
work and you just set back and watch them. I hope you
don't lose any of your big customers." The reference to
"big" sent both Beth and I into a fit of laughter.
"What's wrong with you two?" Carla asked. "You are both
acting weird." That comment caused more merriment. Carla
seemed happy to escape from us.
Later that night as Beth and I were ready for bed, we
talked about what was going on in our lives. The changes
that seemed to be happening. The consensus was, we
neither one, had a clue as to where it was leading, and
we both knew that it was leading somewhere.
"The only thing that bothers me is, will you love me no
matter what," Beth said.
"I can hopefully put your mind at ease on that," I told
her. "We've been through too much to let something
happen. Yes, Beth, I'll always love you no matter what.
When do you want to meet him?" She didn't answer for so
long I thought she had gone to sleep.
"Not where Holly did," she said softly. "Someplace
where... I don't know. How about here?"
"When?"
"Soon, I think. Maybe for dinner or for cocktails."
"I'll let you know," I said. Soon we were both asleep.
The next morning I called Big R.
"Good morning Mister Morgan," I said. "My wife and I
would like for you to come for dinner. Would Friday
night be convenient? "
"And a good morning to you also, Mister Wheeler," came
Big R's voice. "I don't know why we don't dispense with
the misters, do you? I have to wonder who you are
inviting to dinner. Roland Morgan or Big R?" That
question completely threw me for a moment. I managed to
recover.
"Both," I answered. "Roland Morgan for dinner and maybe
Big R for after dinner drinks. Do you think that could
be arranged?"
"Certainly, Scott," he answered with a chuckle. "I
assume your friend liked the video?"
"Loved it, Roland," I answered. "Absolutely loved it.
I'll see you at seven o'clock Friday evening." I gave
him directions to my house and hung up, with a silly
sense of satisfaction.
CHAPTER FIVE
Beth's story:
Holy cow I did it! I told Scott I wanted to meet Big R.
Scott didn't let any grass grow under his feet. He call
me the next morning and told me that we would be hosting
a dinner for a client named Roland Morgan on Friday
night. It's Big R, I could tell by the sound of Scott's
voice.
The rest of that day, and all day Friday I was almost
beside myself. When we host a dinner for a client, I use
a caterer. It was simpler, and a lot easier on my
nerves. I was so filled with anxiety that I doubt that I
could have boiled water.
By Friday afternoon I was calm. Of course I had a little
help from a bottle of Jack Daniels. I tried on several
outfits and discarded all of them. I finally settled on
a simple, but expensive black cocktail dress. It had a
rather daring neckline, and spaghetti straps. The dress
came to mid thigh. Sexy, but elegant, I thought. I
didn't wear a bra. My legs have a nice tan and I didn't
wear stockings. Just a pair of black pumps. Scott came
home as I finished dressing. He apparently approved.
"Wow, sweetheart, you look good enough to eat." I gave
him a big kiss. "Ah, I think I taste of the nectar from
Lynchburg Tennessee on your lips. Why don't you fix me
one while I grab a shower?"
"Sure thing, sugar-booger," I said playfully. "Carla is
spending the night with a friend. They are going to a
movie first."
At fifteen minutes until seven, everything was ready. I
was getting butterflies again, which annoyed me. I
wasn't a silly school girl waiting on her first date. I
am a married housewife with c***dren waiting on. I
laughed out loud, and said it out loud. "A pimp."
"What was that dear?" Scott asked.
"I said, I heard a car door. It must be him."
When the door bell rang, Scott went to the door. "Hey,
Roland, come on in."
I stood nervously waiting in the hallway. The school
girl jitters were back.
"Roland is there somebody waiting in your car?" I heard
Scott say.
"Yeah, That's Russell, or Russ some call him. He's
usually around somewhere close."
"Do you want to invite him in?" Scott asked uncertainly.
"Nah, he's fine. I'll call him if he's needed. Nice
place you got here."
"Thanks, Roland. Come and meet the wife." That was my
cue. I came into the living room. "Honey, there you are,
this is Roland Morgan. Roland, my wife Beth."
"Mrs. Wheeler, it so a pleasure to meet you," Roland
said.
"Now Mister Morgan you must call me Beth," I said.
"Okay, but you must call me Roland. I was just telling
Scott that you have a beautiful place here. Please
excuse me, while I mention to Scott what a beautiful
wife he has, also."
Roland Morgan just oozed charm. Then and all through
dinner. He regaled us with stories about himself and his
various endeavors. Nothing about his being a pimp was
mentioned or even hinted at. From every appearance he
was Roland Morgan, charming businessman. I began to
wonder if I had made a mistake, and that he wasn't Big
R, the pimp.
After dinner we went out onto the patio for drinks. My
head was slightly buzzing from the wine we had with
dinner and the Jack Daniels before.
"So Big R," Scott said when we were seated with the
drinks. "Everything cool on the street?"
"Yeah man, everything is super cool. Strip joint is
jumpin' and the girls are jivin'. Life is good."
"What night is best for your bitches?" Scott asked.
Something had happened. It was like I had left the room
during a movie, and nobody told me what had happened
while I was gone.
"Friday is usually pretty good 'cause it's payday for a
lot of guys," the black man said. "So that's lay-day for
some. Course every night is good if you got the right
ladies working for you. I got a opening that I plan to
interview for later. Can't have too many vacancies, you
know."
His voice was even different. I blinked a couple of
times to make sure he was the same man. "I always give
my bitches a test drive before I put them to work." He
was looking across at me. I felt myself beginning to
moisten. Was this really happening?
"What makes a good streetwalker?" Scott asked, glancing
at me.
"I don't know. I got nothing but prime pussy, and I
don't put them on the street. All my bitches are top
grade. Some say table grade, cause they are good for
eatin'" He was looking at me while talking to Scott. My
face felt flush. My whole body felt flush.
"How do you test drive them?' Scott inquired.
"A gal come to me and says she wants to go to work
selling her pussy. That don't mean she any good at it.
Before I sell her ass, I have to know if it's any good
or not. Not every woman who wants to be a ho can do the
job. Takes a certain kind of woman to be a good whore."
"What kind of woman?" I heard myself ask. I was sitting
beside Scott on the porch sofa, and Roland, who had
suddenly became Big R, was sitting across from us in a
chair. Scott got up to get more drinks, and when he did,
Big R came over and sat beside me.
"First of all she's got to want to be a whore, or has to
be a whore. The ones that want to are the best. They got
to be able to learn the tricks of the trade, and do it
pretty quick. Them that don't learn will be out turning
tricks on the street pretty soon. Good whores like to
fuck." He put his hand on my thigh where the dress
stopped. He rubbed my leg with the tips of his fingers.
"Every once in a while I get a bitch that's just curious
about what it would be like to fuck a black man."
"How does that work?" Scott said. He handed us the
drinks and took a seat across from us.
"Depends," Big R said continuing to stroke my leg. "I
fuck'em of course.
Most of the time I call Russell in to fuck'em , too. I
value his opinion. Sometimes that satisfies them, and I
never see them again. Most of the time I make a few buck
off their ass before they decide to try something else.
Once in a great while I find a jewel. That very special
woman who goes wild for black cock, and can't get enough
of it. The woman in the video you saw, was one such
jewel. She's made me a bunch of money and having a ball
doing it. Everybody wins."
"Holly," I said without thinking.
"Yes, Holly," Big R said. His stroking had moved the hem
of my dress up almost high enough to expose my black
panties. " Holly discovered that she enjoyed being the
center of attention of a couple black studs. She found
out that she loves it when two or more men of color fuck
her." He stopped stroking me and put his arm around my
shoulders and pulled me closer to him.
"Tell me, Beth, do you think you would enjoy a big,
hard, black cock?" I wasn't sure I could actually form
words, so I just nodded my head. Big R flicked the thin
strap off my shoulder. "Yes, I think you would. I think
Scott would enjoy watching you get fucked by a black
cock or two. Isn't that right, Scott?"
"Yes," Scott answered almost inaudibly. "I would."
Big R set his drink on the table beside the sofa and
pulled the other strap from my shoulder. "Scott would
you go out to the car and ask Russell to come in,
please. I'm going to fuck Beth, and Russell always gets
a kick watching it happen when I fuck a white woman for
her first time." Scott quickly left the patio.
It all sounded so matter of fact, as if he were
discussing some inane subject, and not the sexual taking
of another person. One of his hands rested on by breast
and the other pulled the top of my dress down,
completely exposing my breasts. Scott was back soon,
followed by another man.
"Ah, here is my main man, Russell. Russ, this is Beth.
For the time being, Beth belongs to Scott. Doesn't Beth
have nice tits?"
"Yeah, nice big titties," Russell said. He came over and
took both my breasts in his hands and hefted them like a
couple of melons. "Yeah R, them's nice fat tits." He
pinched my nipples, casing a shiver to run through me.
"They are indeed, Russ," Big R said. "Scott, would you
be so kind as to show Russ and I where the bedroom is.
We are going to fuck Beth now." He had to help me up
from the sofa. My knees were not strong enough to hold
me. My mind seemed frozen. As we went through the living
room, Big R unzipped my dress, and when it fell to the
floor, I stepped out of it, and we continued on. I was
now wearing only panties and heels, my full breasts
swayed as we walked to the bedroom, following Scott and
the man called Russ. Big R fondled one breast as we
went.
I stopped just inside the bedroom door. I think when I
saw the bed, it all became clear to me. Suddenly what
had been surreal became very real. Until that moment it
had not been really happening. But now I understood that
I was going to be... fucked. Fucked by two black men on
my bed, in my house, and my husband was going to watch.
I felt Big R give me a gentle push toward the bed. It
wasn't hard, it wasn't even an insistent push. More of a
reminder that I wanted this to happen. I went on into
the bedroom.
"Say this," Big R said. "I am Beth Wheeler. I am over
the age of eighteen, and I want to be fucked by these
two black men. Say today's date." Russell held up a
small recorder, and I repeated the words.
I felt Big R pulling my panties down. I could also feel
the wetness between my legs. Scott sat down on my
dressing stool, and Russell took off his clothes. I
could sense that Big R was also taking off his clothing,
but I didn't turn around to look. I kept my eyes on my
husband. I felt Big R's hand on my butt. I felt him
caressing me. I felt his finger reaching my pussy from
behind. I opened my legs to accommodate him. He inserted
one finger in me and then another.
"She's wet, Russ," Big R said. "Very wet and ready. Turn
around Beth and look at me." I did as he said. A very
unremarkable man with a remarkable cock. It was not
sticking out, but it was hard. His cock looked much
larger than it had in the video. "Do you want to suck my
cock, Beth?" I nodded, still not trusting my vocal
abilities. "Get on your knees, Beth. Take my cock in
your hands, and feel how hard it is for you. Take it
into your mouth, and worship my black cock."
I did as he told me to do. His cock was hot and heavy,
and big. It seemed to pulsate with a life of its own. I
licked the small drop of moisture from the tip, and then
put as much of it as I could into my mouth. Big R's cock
had a kind of sweet taste, almost like honey. I sucked
and licked his cock for a few minutes, and then I
realized that Russell had moved beside Big R, and he was
holding his cock out to me.
I alternated between the two men for a long time.
Sucking first one then the other. Russell's cock had a
slight salty taste, and was not as large as Big R's. Big
R and Little R, but Little R was still larger than any
cock I had ever seen, let alone held and sucked. I
wasn't aware at the time that Russell handed a camcorder
to Scott who taped the whole thing.
"Bitch is pretty good, ain't she R?" Russell said.
"Yeah, pretty good cocksucker, Russ," Big R responded. I
took ridiculous pride in their words. "Hey Beth! You
ready to get some black cock in your cunt?"
I heard someone, me I guess, say, "Yesss. I want black
cock in me."
From that point on, it's mostly a kaleidoscope of
orgasms with a tiny bit of pain mixed in. I think I
climaxed more in a few hours than all of my life
previously. Big R took me first, then handed me off to
Russell. I lost track of who fucked me when. I had at
least one cock in me for over two hours straight.
Much of the time I had both cocks in me. That tiny bit
of pain came when Big R stuck that awesome cock in my
ass for the first time. I do remember screaming at him
to take it out, but he didn't. He and Russell both
fucked me in my ass at least twice more. I vaguely
remember Scott putting me in the shower. I was semi-
comatose at the time.
The next thing I remember was waking up, the sun shining
in the bedroom window and birds singing outside.
CHAPTER SIX
Scott's story:
I left Bath sleeping peacefully and went in to the
office. There were a couple of things that needed to be
done, and my new employees weren't up to speed on my
stuff. The problem was, I couldn't concentrate on
numbers. I sat alone at my desk and wrestled with a
number of conflicting emotions. I felt anger at Beth,
and at myself, I felt betrayal of both Beth, and myself.
I felt remorse, and I felt uncertainty. The guilt came
from my part in the debauchery. I, Scott Wheeler, set it
up, made it happen, and watched it happen. I wondered
what Beth was feeling about it. Was she angry at me, at
herself? Did she have remorse? After a couple of
fruitless hours I closed the files, turned off the
computer, and made ready to leave. I was almost to the
door when the phone rang.
"Hi Scott," came Roland Morgan's voice. "Beth said you
left a note that you were working."
"Hi Roland," I said. "Yeah, had some work to do. You
talked with Beth, then?"
"Oh yeah, we had a nice little chat. She said her butt
was a little tender but otherwise she was okay. How you
doin'? You about ate up with guilt yet? Have you got
over being pissed off yet?"
"What makes you think I'm pissed off?"
"Come on Scott," he said laughing. "Husbands always feel
bad the next day after they see their wives getting the
fucking of a lifetime. Mostly they get pissed at me, and
that's okay with me. You and I both know it was going to
happen sooner or later. The thoughts was in her head.
She saw pictures of blacks fucking whites, and she was
bound to try it. The question you have to address is,
was it a one shot deal, or does she want more?"
"I didn't talk to her this morning," I said. "What did
she tell you?"
"I didn't ask. That's something you two will have to
work out between you. My educated guess is, she'll do
whatever you want her to do. You've been married a long
time, so she's got pretty good at compromising, and
going along with you. If I were you, I'd just cool it a
few days and see what develops. One thing to keep in
mind is how much she liked what happened to her. If you
will be honest with yourself, you liked it, too. I'll
send you a copy of the tape you made last night. I'll be
in touch." He hung up.
I got home about noon, and Beth was her normally
cheerful self. She had lunch ready for me. I started
several times that afternoon to bring it up, and force a
discussion, but I refrained from doing so. Sunday we
lounged around and watched Carla and her friends play in
the pool.
By Wednesday I was busy merging my company with the one
I bought. It was a busy time for me, and I managed to
push what I thought of as the "dark incident" to the
back part of my brain. By Friday evening things seemed
to be going smoothly at work. I lucked out with my new
employees. Two men and two women, and all seemed to know
their way around a set of books.
After dinner that night, Beth and I were having a drink
on the patio.
Neither of us had said much, and I don't know why I
brought it up.
"Your ass still sore?" I asked out of a clear sky. Beth
stared at me through the twilight then laughed.
"No, that didn't last but a couple days. It never was
too bad. I'm going out on a limb here, but I assume
you're ready to talk about it."
"Yeah, I guess I am. It's been a long week for me."
"I guess so. Are you all right now?"
"Yes," I answered a little surprised that it was mostly
true. "Are you?"
"I'm fine," she answered. "I had a few bad moments on
Saturday morning when I woke up alone. Until I found the
note, I thought you had left me for good."
"Not bloody likely," I said with a laugh. "I'm not going
to give up the best cocksucker and whore for black cock
around. Tell me about it from your perception."
"I'm not sure I can," she answered also laughing. "I've
tried all week to play it all back in my mind. I just
remember having a thousand orgasms."
"A thousand, you say?"
"Okay, that's an exaggeration," she said smiling at me.
"I do know I had a lot of them. Big ones like I use to
get back when."
"Was it better than sex with me?" I had not planned on
asking that stupid question.
"No, not better. just different. Sex with you is easy,
laidback, and sweet. Sex with Russell and Big R was raw.
There was nothing easy or sweet about it. It was
unrefined a****l passion."
"And you liked it?"
"Yes, I liked it."
"Are you going to continue having raw sex with them?"
There it was; the sixty four thousand dollar question.
"That is up to you, Scott," she said evenly. "I'm not
going to jeopardize our marriage and friendship just to
have sex."
"So if I say it's all right, you'll do it again?"
"Yes I will," she answered immediately.
"If I say it's okay, you'll be a whore for Big R?"
"Yes," she said. "I would like to try it, but not at the
risk of losing you. You tell me."
I thought about that. I thought about it and felt good,
but don't ask me why. A psychiatrist probably would say
that I had control issues. That I was okay with things
as long as I made the decisions, or that I needed the
illusion that I was in control. Or the shrink may simple
say that I was crazy. I suspect that the good doctor
would use fancier words to say that I was a whacko. But
there it was.
A calmness settled over me like a warm and comfortable
blanket. It was Scott Wheeler's call. I could say no
way, José, and Beth would do it my way, and be unhappy.
Maybe not unhappy, just left unfulfilled with a hollow
spot in her spirit. On the other hand, I could give her
permission, and she would be a happy wife... and whore.
What to do, what to do?
"I want you to do whatever makes you happy, Beth. I've
never wanted anything but that. Give it a try, if you
want to." There was this little imp sitting on my
shoulder laughing his ass off. He was laughing and
calling me a cuckold chump. Fuck you little imp. I bet I
was going to get lucky. Good luck finding a slut imp.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Scott's story:
So my wife, Beth, went to work for Big R. As any
knowledgeable manager, Big R put her in a training
program. The schooling was mostly just fucking her in
various ways, and combinations of partners. I wasn't
allowed to be present for most of her training, and I
eagerly looked forward to her detailed description of
it. From what Beth told me, Big R took a active part in
her instruction. In every class, if that's the correct
term, someone made a video, and from it, critiqued her
performance. I did get to see some of the training
videos.
Let me back up just a few days to where Beth told Big R
that she would be a whore for him.
"Good for you, Beth," Big R said. We were in our den on
the Saturday afternoon after I made the decision to
"allowed" Beth to go to work. Our daughter, Carla, had
gone to the lake with some of her friends, so it was
just the three of us in the house. "I'm glad you will be
coming on board. I know I can make a lot of money
peddling your pussy around town, but mainly I wanted
some more of your fine tight gash. You'll make a great
whore for me."
"It wasn't just my decision, Roland," Beth said. She was
actually beaming at his comments about her attributes
and skills. Beth refused to call him by his street name.
I think, in her mind, that set her apart from his other
whores. "Scott agreed for me to try it. This is
something we both agreed on." I suspect that last
comment was for my benefit. "So what do we do now?"
"First things first," Big R said unzipping his fly. "You
give me some head." He released his huge cock. Beth
didn't hesitate. She went, knelt down, and took his cock
in her mouth. She sucked him for about five minutes.
"I'm going to shoot-off in your mouth. Swallow every
drop of my come."
My Beth did exactly that. She swallowed his load except
for a small dribble that ran down her chin. She caught
that with her finger, and put it back in her mouth.
"Good girl," Big R said smiling. "Your training starts
tonight. Russell will come for you at eight. Someone
will bring you back tomorrow afternoon or early evening.
You won't need a change of clothes, but you may want to
bring your own cosmetics, toothbrush, and things of that
nature. I'll see you tonight, my sweet little whore."
Beth's story:
I'm a whore in training. An intern, if you will. Russell
and another man, Tony, came to pick me up to begin my
training. By the time they arrived, I was a nervous
wreck, and I admit it. This whole thing was totally
foreign to me. I will have to say that even though he
was supportive, Scott was also apprehensive. He walked
the floor with me.
"Got your shit?" Russell asked. He was standing at my
front door and Tony waited in the back seat of the car.
I gave Scott a quick kiss, and walked with Russ to the
car. "Get in the back with Tony," Russell said.
Tony seemed nice enough. We made small talk on the way
to where ever we were going. After a while I noticed
that we were in a part of town that was predominately
black. Russell pulled the car to the curb, and stopped.
"Take your shirt off. bra, too," Russell said. "I'm
talkin' to you Beth. Nobody wants to see Tony topless."
I'm not a timid or meek person by nature, but
submissiveness seemed to be called for. I took the t-
shirt off and also my bra. Tony rolled the tinted window
down on both sides of the car, and Russell drove slowly
up one street and down another. There was still enough
daylight for the people on the sidewalks to see my
breasts. Tony made sure they did, by yelling and
jiggling my breasts out the window at pedestrians and
drivers alike. I had never been so mortified in my life.
I tried to scrunch down in the seat.
"Relax, cunt," Tony said. "We're just doin' some
advertising promotion. Fuck it, nobody down here knows
who the fuck you are anyway. " When that fact soaked in,
I did relax some. He was right, I didn't know anybody in
this part of town, but apparently Tony and Russell were
well known.
"Hey, look! Big R has some new white pussy." "Hey Russ
when we goina get some of that?" "Look at them
knockers!" Were some of the comments hurled back at us.
We stopped at a light, and one heavy-set black woman
displayed her gigantic breasts, yelling that mine
couldn't hold a candle to hers. She was correct, one of
hers wouldn't fit in a bushel basket.
After what seemed an eternity, Russell pulled to a stop
in front of a house. "Here we are," he announced, and
shut off the engine. I reached for my shirt. "You won't
be needing that," he said. There were five or six black
men gathered just down the sidewalk a few yards.
I walked, bare breasted from the car, up a sidewalk, to
the front door. Fuck it! They didn't know me. Some of
the watching men made ribald comments as I walked to the
house.
The house, from the outside, was in better condition
than the neighboring houses. The yard was well
maintained, and the house was recently painted. Tony,
carrying my shirt, bra, and bag, opened the door for me.
Inside was a long hallway that ran the length of the
house to a back door. Doors, some open, were on either
side of the hall.
Tony steered me to the first door on the right. It was a
living room, or at least had been designed as one. Now
it was. I'm not sure exactly. Along the front wall,
under the windows, were mattresses end to end from one
side of the room to the other. There was a low, padded
table in the center of the room. Several couches and
chairs were s**ttered about. All empty except one. Holly
McAllister sat smiling at me.
"Hi, Beth," Holly said. "Welcome to the den of
iniquity."
"Hello Holly," I stammered, "Fancy seeing you here."
"Oh, that's not unusual," she said. "I'm here a lot. I
see they gave you the tittie ride through town. Shame on
you Russ, and you too, Tony." Neither man seemed to be
shamed. They both grinned at her.
"You're just pissed 'cause Beth has something to show,
and you don't," Russell said.
"You never seemed to mind," Holly responded. "I remember
that you like to suck on my tiny titties."
"Yeah, I figured if I sucked hard enough and long enough
they might get big enough to see good." They kept up a
good natured bantering for a few minutes until Roland
entered the room.
"Good, you're here. Let the fucking begin," Roland said.
He proved to be a man of action. He came over to where I
stood and took me into his arms and kissed me long and
deep, fondling my breasts as he did. While he held me in
his embrace, someone removed my shorts and panties by
simply pulling them down.
Roland walked me backward to the low padded table. He
pushed me down on to it and pushed my legs apart, and my
knees back until I lay there completely exposed and
vulnerable. With one hand, he removed his clothes while
the other hand roughly opened me up. He put two fingers
in me and used his thumb on my clitoris to stimulate me.
I didn't need much. I had been ready for this since he
told me to come to him.
"Are you ready for some black cock?" Roland asked me. I
nodded. "Tell me what you want, Beth. Tell me exactly
what you want me to do to you."
"I want you to... fuck me," I managed to say. "I want
you to shove your black cock in me and fuck me." I was
only vaguely aware that there were others in the room
with us. Right at that moment the world had compacted
into just the two of us. Roland used his big dick to
play with my pussy. He hit my clit with his mighty cock,
and worked it up and down my slit for a few moments, and
suddenly did what I ask him to do. He shoved his cock in
me and fucked me.
Roland fucked me hard for a few minutes and then
withdrew, Russell was next, then Tony. The three of them
took turns for the next half hour, or so. Time ceased to
matter. I managed to glance over at Holly. Apparently it
was her job to keep the guys ready for me by sucking and
stroking them until it was their turn.
I discovered the table was adjustable. They would lower
it when they wanted to do me dog fashion, and raise it
for other positions. Tony was the first to do me in my
butt. He wasn't quite as large as Roland or Russell, but
big enough to have hurt me if he hadn't taken it easy.
Apparently that signaled the next phase. They double
teamed me for a long while. It seemed to me that Roland
particularly liked to be in my pussy when another man
penetrated my butt.
I don't recall the time, but it must have been nearly
ten o'clock when they let me have a break. By break I
mean from the men. Roland had Holly lay down on her back
on the table and told me to eat her. No preparation, no
leading up to it, just "eat her".
Not since junior high have I ever even considered having
sex with a woman. Even then it was just girlish
curiosity. I got on my knees between Holly's spread
legs.
"I don't know what to do," I said.
"Lick her pussy," Roland said. He knelt beside me.
"Nibble her clit. Use your tongue, and go deep in her.
Eat her cunt, like you would want me to eat yours."
I did as he instructed. It wasn't anywhere near as
disgusting as I had thought it would be. If fact it was
kinda nice to make Holly squirm around on the table. It
was exhilarating to make her orgasm, which she did a
couple of times.
"Okay, you whores get into a sixty-nine. Beth, get your
sloppy cunt down on Holly's face," Roland commanded. He
was certainly right. I was sloppy. I didn't know how
many loads of sperm they had put in me, but it had to be
a lot. I got up on the table and mounted Holly. There
was no hesitation on her part. Her tongue went right to
my pussy and she started to lick, and suck the come out
of me. I climaxed within a few minutes.
Roland let us do oral sex on one another for a long
while. I had three or four beautiful orgasms. While we
were still in the sixty-nine position , one of the guys,
Tony, I think Put his cock in my pussy and fucked me.
The combination of Holly's tongue and lips and Tony's
cock was too much.
I started to climax, and just kept doing it for a long,
long time. One after the other until I thought I would
pass out from the excitement. I never knew I was multi-
orgasmic. After that I had to rest. I made it to the
mattresses and flopped down. I may have gone to sleep
for a little while. I do remember hearing Holly's
screams of passion while I rested.
By midnight I was up, rested, showered, and back in the
thick of things. Holly had gone home and I was the only
woman there. They had managed to find two other black
men to service me. I assumed that the two new men were
not part of the inner circle, because they had to wear
condoms except for the blow jobs I did for them. I
didn't find out until later they were paying customers.
The sex continued until the wee hours of the morning.
After a few hours of blissful sleep I was awaken by
fingers in my pussy. An unusual, but pleasurable way to
wake up. It was Russell who fingered me awake.
"Big R will be here in about half an hour," he informed
me. "He's bringing breakfast for me and a hard-on for
you. After I fuck you, you can get showered." Russell
threw the covers all the way off of me, climbed on the
bed, and proceeded to fuck me. That was how Sunday
begun. I was still in the shower when Roland arrived
"Come on Sweet Tits, Hurry it up," he called through the
bathroom door. "I brought you something to eat."
"Food?" I called back. "I'll be dressed in a few
seconds."
"You don't need no clothes. Haul your naked ass out
here. You done laid around in bed, wastin' half the day.
You got a customer to fuck in an hour, so shake a leg."
"Really," I said opening the door. "I thought that I was
going to be in training for a week or more."
"I like you fresh from the shower," Roland said taking
my naked body in his arms. "You smell good enough to
eat. Training? Oh yeah. Hell, Honey Cunt, life is
training. We never stop learning. This gig just popped
up, and you're tailor made for the job. The man said he
was looking for some fresh pussy. He didn't want a girl,
he wants a woman, and Sugar, you are all woman. Go eat
before I throw your white ass on that bed and fuck the
shit out of you."
"You say the sweetest things," I said, grabbing a robe
from the foot of the bed. "This guy, is he black?"
Roland laughed, "Black? Yeah, I'd say so. Fucker's
straight from the motherland. He a prince, or some such
shit, from Kenya or Bumfuck Egypt. Some place in Africa.
He's clean, and got papers to prove it so he won't be
using a rubber" he mumbled something as we went to the
kitchen.
"What did you say?" I asked.
"What?"
"You said he won't be using a rubber, and you mumbled
something else I didn't hear. What was it?"
"Hell, I don't know. Go eat and then get dressed. I
brought you some rags to wear."
Roland's "Rags" was an expensive, silk, floor length
dress that was see-through in the right light. It had a
slit up both sides nearly to the waist and a deep
plunging neckline. It fit me perfectly and I wore it
sans bra or panties. Russell called it a "fuck me now"
dress.
Thirty minutes later I introduced myself to a man whose
name was an unpronounceable string of consonants, mostly
Y's and X's. fortunately he asked me to call him Reggie.
Reggie was as black as a crow's wing, and nearly seven
feet tall. The top of my head only reached his chest. I
had to crane my neck to look up at him. At first I
thought his face had been burned until I saw the scars
had a pattern to them. I assumed they were tribal
markings. Reggie spoke English with a heavy accent, but
he was mostly understandable. Roland had left me at the
door to Reggie's room, walking away without a backward
glance.
"Make yourself comfortable," Reggie said. "Would you
like some champagne?" I told him champagne would be
nice. I was hopeful that it would settle my unsettled
stomach. Reggie poured us each a glass, and handed one
to me. "Please take a seat," he said indicating a place
by him.
"May I be so bold as to ask you some questions?" Reggie
asked me. I nodded, and waited for him to continue. "It
is my understanding that you have only recently came
to... how shall I say it? Prostitution, is the correct
word?" I told him that I thought it was the word he was
searching for. "You are a married lady?" Again I told
him that was correct. "You like the men with dark skin?"
I nodded. "You like the men with the big... ah, what is
the word I seek?"
"Cock?" I supplied holding my hands up and about six
inches apart. He smiled and moved my hands farther
apart. When he smiled I saw that his teeth were filed to
a point.
"Yes, that is a good word. Rooster, eh? I like that
word. Cock," he said again. "This is something you take
pleasure in?"
"I like a man who can use whatever he has. Size without
ability is of no value. Don't you agree?" He smile again
showing his pointed teeth.
"And when you encounter a man of great size and great
ability, you would enjoy such a man?"
"I do believe I would," I answered smiling back at him.
The butterflies had mostly all flown away.
"Then the gods smile on you," he said seriously. "I have
great size, and I shall prove my capability. Would you
disrobe for me please?"
I stood up and unzipped the back of the dress. I let the
shoulder straps fall away and the dress fell around my
ankles. Reggie stared at me, and I noticed that his eyes
had yellow flecks in them. It reminded me of a close up
photo I had seen of a tiger. Standing nude before this
stranger I was extremely aware that I didn't have the
body of a young woman. I was aware that age and gravity
had taken over, even thought I fought against it with
diet and exercise.
"I asked for a beautiful mature woman," Reggie said.
"You far exceed my expectations." I breathed a sigh of
relief. It didn't appear that he was going to toss me
out of his suite. He stood up, and took off the tunic he
was wearing, displaying a massive scar covered chest.
When he removed his shorts I know I moaned out loud.
There, hanging between his legs, was the largest cock I
had ever seen on a human. It had to be a foot long and
as big around as my forearm. He smiled at my reaction. I
knew what Roland had mumbled then. I don't think they
make a condom to fit something like that.
"Does it frighten you, little one?" he asked gently. I
nodded my head. "I am aware that most white women cannot
accommodate all of my spear. I will not force you to
take more than you can. It is my purpose to give you
nothing but great pleasure." He took a step toward me.
"I am told you are skilled in giving oral pleasure.
Please do so."
I went to my knees and reached for his cock. He called
it a spear and that fit. I had to stretch my mouth to
take it in. I realized quickly that I couldn't maintain
that for very long without my jaw cramping. Reggie
seemed content with me licking and kissing his massive
tool. The head of his cock was slightly smaller than the
shaft and I was able to take the very tip into my mouth
comfortably. As I sucked and stroked him, his cock grew,
not so much in length, but in circumference. It also
became rigid, and warmer as his blood flooded into it. I
worshiped his cock with my mouth for several minutes
before he urged me to my feet.
"It is time for us to copulate," he said. "I like the
word fuck, but I understand it is not always acceptable
in your culture."
"It seems to be getting more so," I said just for
something to say. He steered me toward the bedroom of
the suite. I could feel the moisture in my pussy, and I
could even smell the heat of my excitement. When he put
me on the bed everything seemed to zoom in on my pussy.
My genitalia became the center of the universe for me.
Reggie proved to be a gentle lover at first. He pushed
my legs apart, bent his head and licked and nibbled my
clitoris causing the first of many orgasms.
Reggie penetrated me slowly, giving me a chance to
adjust to his size. He demonstrated a lot of restraint,
more than the other black men that had taken me. He
probably had to developed self control because of his
massive cock. It took nearly ten minutes for him to get
most of his cock in me. He bottomed out with only an
inch or so not in me. I had never felt so completely
full before, and I was glad I had used the giant dildo,
Scott bought for me as a joke.
For the next hour and some minutes, Reggie fucked me in
every position. He was considerate, and only bumped my
cervix a few times. Even when he did, it didn't hurt, it
only served to remind me of his great size and it added
to the enjoyment of being screwed by a giant black man
from Africa. I almost giggled when I thought of how I
was being "royally screwed" by an African prince.
Suddenly Reggie shuddered and groaned. He ejaculated
with a gush of come, filling me to overflowing. I felt
the rush of his sperm filling me and that caused a
racking climax for me. He lay still on me for a few
minutes. I could feel his cock softening inside of me.
Sweat poured off of him, drenching me. Neither of us
moved for several minutes. I wasn't even sure I could
move. Finally Reggie rolled off of me with a contented
sigh.
"That was magnificent," he said. "Absolutely wonderful,
little one. You are the best I have ever had."
I basked in his lavish praise.
After a while I got up from the bed and went to the
shower. A moment later, Reggie joined me in the large
shower cabinet. He carefully and lovingly washed every
part of my body, first with soap and hot water, and
finally with his tongue. I could see that his cock was
on the rise, as was my own heat. A short while later,
still wet from the shower, we were back on the bed going
at it again.
Later after I had many more orgasms and Reggie came, we
lay on the bed not moving or talking for a long time. He
seemed to be thinking about something. Finally he rolled
over and looked down at me.
"I'm wondering if you would consider taking another
man?" He shook his head, "I mean, would you think it
rude if I ask my body man to join us?"
"Body man?" I said. "I'm sorry I don't understand."
"My half brother is also my body man, a valet if you
prefer. Also my body guard and servant," Reggie said.
"He has always wished to take a white woman in her...
back hole. Do you understand what I am saying?"
I was pretty sure I knew exactly what he was saying. He
wanted some dude to fuck my ass. "Is his spear as large
as yours?"
Reggie smiled and shook his head. "No he is much smaller
than I am. If you agree, I'll make sure he doesn't hurt
you."
"Sure, why not?" I said. I wasn't sure I could take much
more sex ,but the customer is always right, I've heard
it said.
The body man, Sam, came quickly when Reggie summoned
him. Sam was a smaller version of Reggie. Before he
arrived, I pulled the cover over me. They conversed in
Swahili, or something, for a few moments. Reggie told me
that Sam didn't speak English at all.
Sam 's look of surprise when Reggie pulled the cover off
of me, and exposed my body to his gaze, was priceless.
His eyes lit up, and he grinned big, showing his pointed
teeth. Sam started to get on the bed fully clothed and
Reggie stopped him. Sam quickly removed his tunic and
shorts and kicked his sandals off with such force that
one hit the ceiling.
Sam jumped onto the bed, and hovered over me, just
looking at me for a long time. He put a tentative hand
on my breast and stroked it. He became more bold, and
took the other breast and played with both of them.
Reggie was telling Sam something which Sam seemed to be
enthusiastically agreeing with. From the tone of
Reggie's voice, I suspected Sam was being warned not to
hurt me. At least I hoped that what it was. Sam's cock
wasn't anywhere near as big as Reggie's but it was still
large by my standards.
Sam wasn't as gentle as Reggie had been, nor did he need
to be. He fucked my pussy for a while and then switched
to my ass. That took a sometime, but was worth the wait.
After Sam finished, Reggie took another turn. There was
no way in hell I was going to let him stick his baseball
bat size cock in my butt, but that seemed to be all
right with him. While Reggie was fucking me doggy style,
I motioned Sam to come. I gave him a blow job while
Reggie worked his magic on the other end.
I wasn't sure of the protocol since no one told me how
long a whore stays with her customer. Roland hadn't
mentioned it, but one thing was certain. I wasn't going
to quit as long as Reggie and Sam wanted to go, even if
it took all day, which it almost did. I didn't leave the
hotel until nearly five o'clock that afternoon. Before I
left Reggie, he handed me an envelope. He told me that
the fee had been paid, and the contents of the envelope
was just for me. It was a thousand dollars. Pretty nice
tip, I thought.
Russell picked me up, and took me home. Knowing my
husband was waiting for me to tell him all the details I
pondered whether to share, or for now, withhold my
bisexual conversion. With a self-satisfied chuckle I
remembered an expression I had heard somewhere. After
being "royally screwed" by an African prince that
expression, "Great Horn of Africa," most definitely took
on an entirely new provocative meaning!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Beth's story:
After all those years of being "just" a housewife, I'm
finally working outside the home. I'll be the first to
admit that my occupation is unusual and unconventional.
It's also i*****l in most places. I'm a prostitute.
I'll also admit that it is probably unusual for a woman
to enter the profession at the age of thirty-eight. My
husband of twenty years, Scott Wheeler, is a successful
accountant and my life was comfortable, so it wasn't a
need for money that prompted me to become a prostitute.
Maybe it was because my life was so comfortable that
motivated me to try it.
One night I watched a triple X videotape with Scott that
depicted a young white woman who had supposedly been
sold into ***********ry to a black pimp. Something about
that video reached out to me. I felt a mixture of
emotions for the woman. I felt fear for her, I felt
concern for her wellbeing, I felt compassion for her,
but most of all I felt pure envy. Watching her with
various men doing a wide variety of sex acts with them
awakened something in me... in both Scott and I.
Me with a black pimp and other black men became a
bedroom fantasy for us, and we role played for weeks. As
luck would have it, Scott had a client that, among other
things, was a pimp. To make a long story short Scott
invited the pimp, Roland Morgan, whose street name is
Big R, to our home for dinner one evening. Roland and a
friend of his, Russell, did exactly what both Scott and
I wanted them to do.
They fucked me in my bedroom while Scott watched and
videotaped my introduction to sex with not just one but
two black men. It wasn't but a few days later that with
Scott's concurrence I became the newest whore in Big R's
stable.
Because money wasn't the motivation for my entry into
the ranks of professional whoredom, I basically worked
when I wanted to. Because of my status I "dated" a lot
during the day, so I was home most nights. What amazed
me most was, I was in fairly high demand. Roland set the
basic fee on me at five hundred dollars an hour. Men
actually willingly and cheerfully paid that price and
asked for other "dates" with me. Roland has one other
woman, who commands a higher fee. Tina is her name and
she is twenty years old that looks like a fifteen year
old girl. Men willingly pay one thousand dollars an hour
for her, and she stays busy. At thirty-eight I'm nearly
at the other end of the age spectrum. I think Roland has
a couple ladies older than me.
One of my very first paying customers was an African
Prince who's anglicized name is Reggie, because his real
name in unpronounceable. I met Reggie during my first
week of training, and he has returned to town several
times since, each time requesting me.
Reggie has a half brother, named Sam, who always
accompanies him. Usually Reggie invites Sam to join us
in bed. I think it was the third date that I measured
Reggie's cock. I had to because I was eaten up with
curiosity. Using my tape measure from home, I measured
Reggie at eleven and three-quarters inches long and
seven and a half inches in circumference. Poor Sam was
only nine and a half long and five around. My husband
scoffed when I used the term "poor Sam". Scott was
right. In any other circumstance, Sam would be
considered "hung." I've learned that cock size is
relative.
I mention Reggie because of all the men I have "dated"
in the past few months, he stands out. Not so much
because of his physical size, which is considerable, but
because he is a considerate lover. If Reggie weren't
gentle, I wouldn't get within ten feet of him and his
gigantic cock. That brings me to the story I want to
tell.
It was early in the week, a Tuesday I think, that I got
a call from Roland.
It was mid-morning as I recall.
"Good morning Pretty pussy," Roland said when I answered
the phone. "What's shakin'?"
"What do you want to shake?" I provocatively replied.
He chuckled. "I got a date for you. A big one." Roland
sounded excited, which was unusual for him.
"Tell me about it," I said as my heart rate picked up.
His excitement was contagious.
"Your African stud is coming to town this weekend,"
Rolland said. My silent reaction was, 'Nothing overly
exciting there.' I always enjoyed my dates with Reggie
and Sam, but it wasn't an earthshaking event. I waited
for the rest. "Apparently there is some sort of trade
convention going on. Prince Reggie is bringing a whole
delegation to this country. They want to book some of my
gals for the entertainment."
"Okay," I said. "Sounds like you are going to make some
money out of it. So what?" In all honestly I was more
than a little miffed that I had not been requested as
Reggie's solo date, as I had been on several occasions.
"Maybe I didn't make myself clear," Roland said. "They
want you and two other girls for a whole weekend. They
got a lodge reserved out by Joy Lake. Honey, we're
talking about some serious money here." That sounded
better to me. At least Reggie had mentioned my name.
"How many in this delegation?" I asked.
"f******n total," Rolland said. "Who do you want to go
with you?"
"I didn't agree to go," I said. "f******n Africans and
three women? Roland, I know about these Africans. They
can go all night and half the day. They'll wear us out.
The equation sucks, count me out."
"Come on Beth," Roland said. "You girls will split half
of fifty grand for one lousy weekend. That's good money
in anybody's book." I quickly did the math. Roland was
right. Eight thousand dollars and change was good money.
"Eight thousand is good money, Roland. I'm sure some of
your women will jump at the chance. No amount of money
is good if we get fucked to death trying to earn it.
Thanks, but no thanks. I'll pass."
That should have been the end of it. Roland had never
questioned my decisions before. It wasn't the end of it.
Roland tried persuasion, then begging, and finally
threats. I got angry, and I hung up on him. Something
was wrong. Rolland had never put money before his girls
that I was aware of. It had to be something more than
his fifty percent of the fifty thousand dollars.
CHPATER NINE
Holly's story:
My name is Holly McAllister and I'm a white whore for
black men. My story is simple enough. My husband,
Jefferson McAllister got sick. So sick he was out of
work for over six months. We needed money, and we needed
it quick. Without skills, training, nor experience I
wasn't a good candidate for a good paying jobs anywhere.
I heard about a pimp named Big R. I applied, auditioned,
and got the job all in the same day. I spent the first
few days just being fucked by black men. And I do mean a
lot of black men.
Over the next four or five months I managed to get Jeff
and I out of debt. I worked like a dog, night and day. I
wouldn't even have a guess as to how many black cocks I
had in me during that time. I know it was a lot of them.
After we reached financial solvency, I stopped being a
whore night and day. I cut back to a few times a week
and a few special occasions for what might be considered
a financial maintenance workload. But in truth by that
time I was irrevocably hooked on black cock.
My husband had never really come to grips with me being
a whore. He never said it in so many words, but I could
tell. I don't know if it was his hurt pride or being
ashamed of me and what I was doing, or some combination
of both. I assured him many times that it wasn't his
fault that he got sick. I tried to assure him that it
was just one of those things that happen to people.
Whatever the cause, it was affecting our marriage. Jeff
tried to punish me by withholding sex from me. He
apparently hadn't given that enough thought. When he
wouldn't give me sex, I just went on a date and got
plenty. After Jeff saw that wasn't going to work, he
tried to stonewall me. He would go for days without
talking to me except for the occasional grunt. Big deal!
I have two small c***dren, so I get plenty of
conversation. I can always have a lively discussion with
one of my clients if I feel the need. Some of them want
to talk.
After the stonewalling didn't work he tried to shame me.
That pissed me off the most. When he would start, I
would interrupt with a story about one of my clients. I
would tell him about the size of the stud's cock and
what the stud would do to me. That shut Jeff up pretty
quick. Basically we were destroying each other, and it
sucked the big one. Our marriage is quickly becoming a
thing of the past.
It was a Tuesday afternoon when Big R called me with a
date assignment. He was glowing about what a perfect
date it was, and how much money I would make. It sounded
perfect until he mentioned that it was an all weekend
gig.
"Big R," I interrupted him. "You know I have two small
c***dren, and I can't be gone all weekend. You'll have
to find somebody else."
"Wait, Holly. This is a big deal for all of us." He went
on to explain about a trade delegation from Africa
coming in. That set off a bell in my brain.
"Are you talking about that African prince that Beth
dates?"
"Yeah, Beth can't make it. You and two other girls split
twenty-five grand for the weekend. That some serious
money, and I'll."
"Why can't Beth make it?" I interrupted again.
"How the hell do I know? Suppose it's some woman
trouble. Got her period or something. What difference
does that make?"
"None, I guess," I said. "I still can't get away all
weekend. Sorry, Big R."
Big R went into a rage. He begged and pleaded, and made
some threats that pissed me off. I hung up on him. I
knew something wasn't right, so I called Beth.
"Yes, he called me this morning," Beth said. "I took a
pass on it. I know something about the Africans. Three
women to service f******n African men would be murder
under any conditions, but all weekend? I don't think so.
I wouldn't even want to be with just Reggie for that
long. Roland is going to get somebody hurt with that
setup."
"I took a pass on it also," I said. "It really pissed
Big R off though. He threatened to post my name, phone
number, and address on the Internet and around town. Can
you believe that?"
"Yes I can. He threatened me with the same. I don't know
what's gotten into him. It surely can't be the money.
Hey, let's get together for lunch tomorrow."
I agreed that it sounded good and we made a date for
noon the next day.
I noticed him about two blocks from my house. There was
a time, not all that long ago, if I saw a black man
following me, I would have panicked and screamed for the
cops. Now I wasn't all that concerned. Besides I
recognized him.
I met Beth at the café, and we sat by a window and
caught up on what we had been doing.
"Is Russell following you or me?" Beth asked after we
had been there a while.
"Me, I think," I answered. "I saw him behind me on the
way here. Is he still out there?"
"Yes, he's sitting in a car just down the street. Any
idea what he's up to?"
"No, unless he's on a mission from Big R to get us to
change our minds about the weekend. Has he contacted you
since yesterday?"
Beth shook her head. "No, I haven't heard from him. I
know all that business has something to do with
something else besides selling our pussy to a bunch of
Africans. Roland sounded desperate." We had finished our
lunch.
"Why don't we just go out, and see what Russ has to
say," I suggested. That was what Beth and I did.
"What's up Russ?" I asked approaching the driver's
window.
"Not a whole lot," Russ answered grinning at both Beth
and I. "Now that ain't exactly the truth. Big R is in
trouble."
"What kind of trouble?" Beth asked.
"He's done gone and jumped in bed with them African
****ers. Some import shit I don't understand. Anyway, R
stands to lose everything if they don't come through
with their end of the deal. As I understand it, the head
****er is holding out for a party this weekend. What's
his name? The Prince?"
"Reggie," Beth supplied.
"Yeah, Reggie," Russ said. "He doesn't want just any
woman. He wants you, Beth. He done told R that if you
ain't comin' he's going to forget the deal. R tried to
sell him your ass, Holly, but the stuck-up prick don't
want nobody but Beth, and whoever she brings for the
rest of the gang. R's a prideful man, but I told him to
talk with you, Beth. I know you wouldn't want R to go
down the shitter."
"I know he has a lot of pride," Beth said. "But,
Russell, what he's asking is too much. f******n African
men and three women are unreasonable."
"There ain't f******n men. They got a couple women and
some of the men are old farts. One of the old men is
Reggie's daddy. He's got to be seventy or more." Russ
shook his head. "I don't know why R didn't just tell you
that his self. Another thing, R offered to send a woman
for every man, but Reggie didn't want that. He's lookin'
for an orgy, I guess. R don't know I came to talk with
you gals, so don't tell him I did."
I glanced at Beth. She seemed to be giving the matter a
great deal of thought. I too, was trying to think whom I
could get to take care of my k**s all weekend. Big R had
been good to me, and I didn't want to see him get hurt.
"Okay," Beth said after a while. "The odds are better
than I first thought. It's still going to be rough, but
I think it should be manageable. What about you, Holly?
Can you make it?"
"I have two k**s," I said. "I don't see how."
"I've got that covered for you. Carla, my daughter, is
always looking for ways to make money. She's good with
k**s, and she can cook. Scott can be a general overseer,
just to make sure everything is okay. Whom can we line
up for the third woman?"
"Lou," I answered immediately. "She would do it, I'm
sure."
"Do I know her?" Beth asked.
"No, I don't think so. They moved here a few months ago.
Her husband was confined to a wheelchair, but he passed
away right after they moved here. I know Lou got left
with a lot of bills and could use the money."
"Yeah, that Lou is a good fuck," Russ said. "She's done
got way behind in her fuckin' and needs to catch up.
Between you three, you'll fuck them jungle bunnies to
death. When you going to see R?"
I glanced at Beth and she nodded. "Right now," I said.
"Where is he?"
"He's at the main office, I guess," Russ answered. "You
gals give me a fifteen minute start and I'll make sure
he's there for you."
CHAPTER NINE
Beth's story:
I knew it had to be something big for Roland to act like
he did. His conduct was so out of character for him.
Holly and I went back into the café, and had another cup
of coffee. We killed about fifteen minutes then left
together to visit Roland. The initial part of our visit
didn't go very well.
"What the fuck do you bitches want?" Roland snapped when
he saw us enter his office. Roland maintained a couple
offices, but his main office was in back of a liquor
store on South Washington Street. That was where we
were. It was also where Roland interviewed most of his
new whores. There was a bedroom behind the office. Poor
Roland looked like he had aged ten years in the week and
a half since I last saw him. Russell stood beside his
desk with a worried look on his face.
"We thought we needed to talk to you Roland," I said.
"Why don't."
"Why don't you get the fuck out of here?" Roland yelled,
throwing a ballpoint pen in our general direction.
"God dammit, R, shut the fuck up, and listen for a
change," Russell yelled at Roland. It shocked Roland, it
shocked Holly and I, and I think it shocked Russell. In
all the times I had been with both of them, Russell
always deferred to Roland. He was the perfect submissive
employee. "Boss, I don't exactly understand why, but
these gals like you. It ain't going to hurt you none to
listen to what they have to say. You damned sure can't
be any worse off than you are now."
Roland stared at Russell hard for a few moments before
nodding his head a couple of times. "It appears that
someone has been talking out of school. What did you
tell them Russ?"
"I told them that you was hard up against it with these
jungle bunnies. Shit, boss, I don't know why you didn't
tell them to begin with. At least you should have told
Beth. Fuckin' bull headedness if you ask me. Neither of
these gals has ever said a bad thing against you even
though they had reasons from time to time. Hell, you
didn't bother to tell Beth that some of them folks were
women and old men who couldn't get it up if their life
depended on it. What the fuck was that all about,
anyway?"
Roland didn't comment for several minutes. He looked
first at Russell and then at Holly and me. Finally he
gave a big sigh.
"Okay since all of you seemed hell-bent and determined
to get your noses in my business, I'll tell you. Russ
couldn't tell you much because he don't know much. I've
been negotiating for a long time with the government
that Reggie represents. Initially I invested two million
dollars in a deal for me to be the exclusive importer of
some authentic African artifacts and collector stuff.
Then I had to invest some more money and still later
some more money that I didn't have handy. I borrowed it
and now Reggie is trying to renege on me. After some
discussion he came up with the orgy plan. All I had to
do was talk you, Beth, into showing up with a couple
more gals and party with the group. That was supposed to
satisfy Reggie and he'd sign the deal."
"So why is he so adamant about just three girls?" I
asked. "That doesn't make any sense."
"Didn't to me either." Roland said. "He said he didn't
want it to look like there was a bunch of whores running
around. He told me that there would be enough, and would
just look like some of the guys just got lucky. He
didn't put it like that, but that's what he was getting
to. Something I found out later was his old man is with
the delegation. Maybe Pop is against his k** having sex.
I don't know. Reggie hit the ceiling when I told him you
couldn't make it to his love-in. He got a real thing for
you Beth."
"Call him back and tell him that I can make it," I said.
"Tell him I didn't understand that he was going to be
there. Tell him I'm all excited about it, but that I
have concerns about the safety of my friends. We want
some guarantees that they will be okay, and not abused
in any way. Holly wants the third woman to be Lou. Can
you make that work?"
Roland looked like he had the weight of the world
removed from his shoulders. He snatched the phone and
punched a set of numbers, listened a moment and, punched
in some more numbers.
"Reggie, my man. It's Roland Morgan. Look, I have some
good news. Beth can make it after all... yeah man, I
didn't tell it to her right. She didn't know it was you
that wanted her... that's right, she'll be there. Okay
look there is one thing. Beth is a softhearted woman.
She's worried about how the other girls will be used.
She don't want nobody getting hurt. Yeah, she knows all
about you guys and what you can do." Roland listened for
a moment and handed the telephone to me.
"Hello, Reggie, is that you?" I said.
"It is I," came the voice of Prince Reggie. "I am happy
to hear your voice."
"Yes it's good to hear your voice too. It's been much
too long. Nearly a month since I last felt your spear."
"Yes, too long, dear Beth. So I understand that you will
be at the lodge this weekend. That makes me very happy.
I assure you that nothing will befall your friends. This
meeting is important to me. My father wishes to meet
you. As a matter of fact, he has ordered that he meets
you."
"Wonderful, I'm looking forward to meeting him." I said.
"I know how you and your countrymen can be with your
mighty spears. You must caution your men to be careful
and take it easy."
Reggie replied cheerfully, "That is no problem. I think
I may have bragged to my father too much about the
wonderful Beth."
Suddenly I had a thought. "Okay then. There is just one
more small detail. Stop fucking with Roland, and get the
signed contracts to him before the weekend." There was a
long pause. Reggie cleared his throat a few times and
asked to speak with Roland. I handed the phone back to a
shocked Roland. Roland listened, holding the phone out
from his ear.
"Hell, man, I didn't know she was going to say that. I
didn't. Okay, I'll be expecting them tomorrow." Roland
hung up the phone and stared at it a moment. "Son of a
bitch! He's sending the papers up from Washington
tomorrow by messenger. Halleluiah, I'm saved! You did
it! You saved my bacon! What's wrong with you, Beth? You
look like you bit into something sour."
"Something is up," I said. "I'm not sure what, but why
would Reggie give up so easily. He already has your
money. He doesn't need pussy that bad. What is he up
to?"
"Beats me," Roland said grinning. "I owe you big time,
Beth. You too Holly."
"You owe Russ," Holly said. "If he hadn't tracked us
down, and told us the facts you'd still are screwed."
"Roland," I said reaching a decision. "I want some high
powered security at that lodge."
"Security? What are you talking about?" Roland asked.
"When Holly, Lou and I get ready to leave, I want to
make sure we can. I want someone there to get us out if
necessary. That Reggie is up to something, and until I
know what, I want some big men with guns close by."
"That's reasonable, R," Russell said. "You want me to
take care of that?"
"Yes, you're right. See to it Russ," Roland said. "It's
a small price to pay for their safety. Get that Black
Diamond bunch. They're tough as nails."
"Black Diamond bunch?" Holly said. "What's that?"
"They are a street gang gone big time in security."
Russell said with a laugh. "Best thing about them is
when you buy them they stay bought, and when you buy
them you bought all fifty or so of them. Boss, the only
problem I see is, that will mean a lot of black faces
around that place. Might cause some concerns with the
locals."
"The Africans reserved the whole place exclusively,"
Roland said. "They don't know how many black faces are
supposed to be around there. Maybe you can get some of
the Diamonds on the staff."
Holly and I left them to figure it out.
CHAPTER TEN
Lou's Story:
I'm Louise Collins. I've been called Lou ever since I
was a ***********. I guess I look like someone who
should be called Lou. I married my high school
sweetheart just after he finished college. Things were
storybook idyllic for us until three years ago when my
husband, Charles, was the victim of a drunk driver. The
crash left him paralyzed from the waist down.
I've never been one to complain much. I still don't,
except to myself when I lay in bed, unfulfilled and
lonely. I wouldn't want to count the times I cried
myself to sleep in sexual frustration. Charles and I had
an extremely active sex life even before we got married,
and in the blink of an eye it all changed. At thirty-two
I had needs. One day I was unnecessarily cross with
Charles. I don't remember now what precipitated it.
"You need to get laid," Charles said looking up at me
from his wheel chair.
"Yeah, right," I snapped.
"I'm serious Lou," he said. "You need a stiff dick, and
God knows I haven't got one anymore. Go get fucked." It
took me a moment to realize he was being serious.
"Charles, I can't do that. I made a vow to you."
"And I release you from that vow," he said reaching for
my hand. "Lou, I've watched you slide down a little more
every day since the accident. The Lou I married, the Lou
I love, is disappearing right before my eyes. I'm
crippled, not stupid. I know you have needs that I can't
provide. The only thing I ask is that you don't tell me
anything about any affair you might have. Don't tell me
anything, just do it."
I held on to my pride, for lack of a better word, for a
few weeks longer. I had an affair with a married man I
worked with. It helped, but wasn't what I wanted. I
picked a guy up from a bar one night. It was fun, but
again, still not what I was looking for. One afternoon I
was on my way home when I saw a black man and a white
woman walking down the sidewalk holding hands. She was
dressed in what only can be described as sluttish
clothes. I had driven on down the street for a few
blocks when it hit me. She was a prostitute. That small
white woman was going to have sex with that big black
man.
I wondered how I would be as a prostitute. I quickly put
the thought out of my mind. First of all, I reasoned,
Charles and I were fairly well known in our small town.
I don't think our families could stand the knowledge
that I was a whore. It just wouldn't work.
Twice a week I drove Charles to another town about two
hours away, for treatment. It was a larger city, and I
didn't know a soul there, except for some of the doctors
and staff at the hospital. Charles' therapy took about
two hours, so I usually sat in the coffee shop reading a
book. One day I got to the coffee shop and realized that
I left my book in the car. I got a cup of coffee, and
was sitting at a table just staring off into space.
"What's a pretty woman like you doing looking so sad?" a
voice said. I looked up to see a young black man wearing
scrubs, looking down at me. He was holding a cup of
coffee in his hand. "Mind if I join you?" He didn't give
me a chance to say yes or no. He sat down and
immediately told me a joke. It wasn't all that funny,
but I laughed to be polite. He told another one that was
cute.
"I guess you got someone in here?" he said. I told him
that I was waiting on my husband. After a while I found
myself telling that stranger all about my miserable
life. I really unburdened myself on that poor man. When
he managed to get a word in, he told me he was in his
last year of residency, and that his name was William
Morgan. In an effort to make a long story shorter, on my
next trip, William and I went to a motel, and had sex.
Great sex, I might add. William was my first black
lover. It got to be a routine with us. Twice a week for
the next couple of months we would meet for sex.
One afternoon after a wonderful screw we were lying on
the bed trying to get our passions cool enough to go
back to the real world outside the motel door. I told
William how much I enjoyed our times together. That was
when he told me that it would be our last time together.
He had been accepted at a hospital out on the west coast
somewhere. I was devastated. I had gotten used to our
twice-weekly sex and I didn't want to go back to the way
it had been.
"Lou, it doesn't have to be that way. You are a
passionate woman. You need to be fucked on a regular
basis." That was when William gave me a name to contact.
His uncle, he told me, was a pimp that ran a string of
white women for black men. I was not only devastated,
now I was pissed off. I left William there and went back
to my old routine. But something was missing and that
something was sex.
It took me almost a month to summon up enough nerve to
call William's uncle. Two important things happened at
about the same time. The insurance money was running out
and I was very horny. I called Roland Morgan from the
public phone at the hospital and made an appointment to
meet him on my next trip.
I met him in an office in back of a liquor store at the
edge of the seedier part of town. Big R, as he preferred
to be called, was charming, but blunt.
"My nephew said you might be calling me," Big R said.
"He seemed to be quite taken with you. Tell me, Lou, why
do you want to be a whore?"
"I could use the money and I like to fuck." I can be
blunt also.
He smiled at me, "Good answer. Those are two excellent
reasons to be a whore. William told me about your
husband. Rotten luck. Since you and William have been
fucking for several months, I'm going to assume you
don't have a problem with fucking black men. Have you
ever had a threesome? How about a gang-bang? Ever ate a
pussy?"
I told him the truth. I had never engaged in any of that
sort of activity.
He asked me if I had a problem with any of it.
"No, I don't think so," I told him. "All except that
last part. I'm not sure I could do that."
"Sure you can," he said laughing at me. "You just eat a
woman the same way you would want to be eaten." Big R
had me take off my clothing and stand nude in front of
him, and to display myself to a video camera. He took me
into another room and had sex with me. Big R deserved
his nickname. He was larger than any other man I had
ever had, by far, and I loved it. Another man came into
the room. His name was Russell, I found out later. He
had sex with me. I had a threesome with both of them. I
wasn't overly happy when Russell screwed my ass, but I
got used to it. I particularly liked it when they both
penetrated me with Russell in my butt and Big R in my
pussy.
Two weeks later Charles and I moved. I told Charles that
the move was to cut down on expenses. Big R helped find
us a nice place that was already fixed up for a
wheelchair.
I didn't even bother to look for legitimate work. I
became a full time whore for black cock and I threw
myself into my new profession. With all the money I was
making, I was able to buy some nice extra things for
Charles, like a great stereo system and a big screen TV.
There is no way Charles couldn't know what was going on,
but I kept our agreement, and didn't tell him anything
about what I was doing.
Two months after we moved Charles died. The doctors
didn't know exactly why he just stopped breathing one
afternoon. I was there for which I'll always be
grateful.
Suddenly rationalizing my reason for being a whore was
gone. Nevertheless, not only do I love what I'm doing,
but also I've become sexually addicted to big black
cocks. I haven't bothered to think about how long I'll
continue to do what I do. It hasn't seemed necessary to
do much thinking.
I don't know many of Big R's whores. I've met a few
along the way. I suppose if I have a friend in the
profession, it would be Holly. Holly was my first woman.
We were at a house Big R owns when we got together. We
were supposed to work a bachelor party and Big R
insisted we practice. I didn't know that part of the act
was to engage in some girl-girl stuff. I thought it
would be just the two of us screwing a bunch of guys.
That's why I wondered about the practice session.
Holly went down on me first and frankly I liked it. Big
R told Holly and I to get into a sixty-nine. When Holly
swung around and her pussy came down on my face, it just
seemed natural to lick her. It wasn't bad at all. In
fact I rather enjoyed it. Having sex with a woman was
new, different, and admittedly exciting for me.
Big R and Russell were both there. While Big R fucked me
from behind I willingly ate her pussy while she sucked
Russell. That daisy chain was a lot of fun.
While I enjoy having sex with a woman, nothing takes the
place of a hard cock in my pussy. I think of sex with a
woman as something to do until a stiff cock comes along.
When Holly called me and told me about the gig at Joy
Lake, I felt a surge of excitement. It sounded
dangerous, sexy, and that's a heady combination. It
sounded like it would be a blast. I accepted almost
immediately and arranged to meet with Holly and a woman
named Beth that afternoon.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Beth's Story:
Holly and Lou arrived at five o'clock. I had the coffee
made, and we sat at my kitchen table.
"First of all, Lou, I said. "This is a weird deal from
the get-go." I told her what I knew about the Africans
and a little about Roland's deal with them. "What spooks
me is the fact that Reggie folded so easily on the
contracts. Maybe I jumping at shadows, but maybe not." I
told her about the special security we were going to
have.
"Sounds like you have us covered," Lou said. I like Lou
immediately. She was personable, pretty, friendly, and
outgoing. Something happened during that meeting that
had never happened to me before. I found myself
wondering how she looked with her clothes off. I
wondered what she tasted like.
Lou asked, "So it will be a group thing?"
"As far as I know," I answered. "There will be at least
ten men, and it would be a safe bet that they won't
stand in line."
Lou excitedly asked multiple questions, "I heard you
were the head man's main squeeze. The one he asks for
when he comes to town? I hear he has a f******n-inch
cock. Is that true?"
To being Reggie's regular 'date' I admitted that was
true. Regarding the size of his cock I countered, "No it
not true. Reggie is just ************ inches, but he's
thick." I had to laugh at her expression. "As you can
imagine, it takes a while for him to get it loaded."
"I've always wanted to try a cock that big," Lou
wistfully said.
"Maybe you will have an opportunity. I don't know how
Reggie plans to divvy up the workload."
"So when are we supposed to be there?" Holly asked.
"We'll go down tomorrow afternoon so as to be there by
five o'clock. We'll leave there Sunday afternoon. At
least that's the plan. I looked up as Scott came in the
back door.
"Hi ladies," Scott said. He gave me a peck on the cheek
and the same for Holly. Scott knew Holly because we had
a couple threesomes with her. Scott seemed fascinated by
Holly's tiny boobs.
"Scott this is Lou. Lou, Scott is my husband," I said.
"Hi Lou, nice to meet you," Scott said shaking her hand.
"So you're the third member of the African hoedown?" Lou
glanced at me.
"He knows everything. I don't keep secrets from him," I
explained. Lou looked at me strangely for a moment
before smiling.
"Yep, that's would be me," she said to Scott. "You have
to be the most wonderful husband in the world."
"Well, that's certainly true," Scott said with a laugh.
"Modestly prevents me from going in to detail of how
great I really am."
"I'll have to agree that's he's pretty special," Holly
piped up. "Not a bad fucker for an old white guy."
"Where do you get that 'old' shit?" Scott said in mock
seriousness. "Grow some tits and we'll talk."
"I take it you all three know each other pretty well,"
Lou said.
"Yeah, pretty well," Holly said. "Scott walked in on
Beth and I one afternoon. He took one look at me and
fell madly in love with my boobs."
"He seemed to like your pussy pretty well, too," I said.
We all laughed at my quip.
"I can tell you that seeing two women going to it will
give a hard on to a dead man," Scott said. "Damndest
thing I ever saw."
"So you liked that did you?" Lou asked Scott and looking
directly at me.
"Maybe we can blow his mind with three women. What do
you think?"
"I'm game," Holly said. "k**s are with Carla getting
acquainted so I'm in no hurry."
I certainly didn't have to give it any thought. It
sounded perfect to me. I got up from the table. "Let's
go someplace and get better acquainted," I said. "Like
the bedroom." I think Holly had her clothes off before
we got to the bedroom.
While Holly and Scott fooled around Lou and I sensually
explored one another. Lou had a nice figure. Her
breasts, while not as large as mine, were perfectly
shaped. She had huge areoles and her nipples were twice
as long as mine. Maybe three quarters of an inch long,
and apparently very sensitive. She had a small orgasm
while I nibbled on her spiked nipples.
As my sensually kissing lips and lustfully laving tongue
descended across Lou's tippling stomach I realized the
reason for the sudden and unexpected arousal I felt upon
meeting her. I was sexually attracted to her unlike any
other woman I knew including Holly. As my tongue
teasingly peeled apart her cunt lips, my finger slipped
between, sought and found her g-spot. Finger fucking Lou
while ravenously feasting on her luscious honey pot
enabled me to realize bisexuality was as integral a part
of my expanded sexuality as ebony and ivory interracial
heterosexual whoring.
One thing we discovered that afternoon and evening was
three women and a man can have a lot of fun. We began
with Scott fucking Lou while she ate me and I ate Holly
and Holly rimmed and finger fucked Scott's ass. No
matter what variation of our daisy chain we moved into
for the rest of our group session somehow or another
either I was eating Lou or she was eating me
ecstatically proving she was equally enamored with me.
Good old Scott rose to the occasion, several times.
CHAPTER TWELEVE
Scott's Story:
I walked in the door and there sat three lovely women.
Three fine looking whores. I wonder how many men have
ever been able to make such a statement? Of course I
knew my wife, Beth, and Holly. Beth and I have played
with Holly several times in the recent past. I love
Holly's two little tits, the perfect little cones that
sit high on her chest. I can just suck on her puffy
nipples all night.
I was introduced to Lou. I looked at, and admired all
three women. There was a likeness although none of them
looked alike. Holly was the smallest, then Lou, and then
my Beth. I wondered if I would see them all naked, to
make a comparison that way.
It didn't take but a few minutes for the conversation to
turn to sex and it didn't take long for that to turn
into bedroom frolicking. While I played with my two
favorite tits, Beth and Lou got acquainted. I never
thought I would live so long as to see my wife with her
head between another woman's legs.
I was amazed at what four people can do, especially when
three of them are the same sex. There are more positions
than I thought possible, and all of them fun. It was
about nine o'clock when they took pity on me, and took a
break. The pizza I ordered came, and we took
nourishment. Beth, Holly and Lou may not have needed it,
but I damned sure did. I found it difficult to sit
eating pizza with three near naked women.
"Holly was right," Lou said to me. "You are pretty good,
color and age notwithstanding."
"Why thank you," I replied. "Nice of you to say. Now can
I ask a question? Have any of you ever heard the
expression, 'Now that you had white, you can't be
quiet'."
"As a matter-of-fact no," Holly said laughing. "I have a
question for Lou. What's the kinkiest thing you've ever
done?"
"Oh my," Lou said, "That's a tough question coming from
the queen of kink."
"Hey, how did I get to be queen of kink?" Holly
demanded.
"Didn't you tell me that you let a guy use a real snake
to fuck you?" Lou asked sweetly.
"Well, yeah, but it was just that one time," Holly said.
"Had to be a white guy," Beth said. "I hardly ever run
into a kinky black guy. The black dude just wants some
head and get to the fucking. It's always the white man
who wants something off-the-wall."
"You are sure right about that," Lou said. "Either of
you girls ever done the bondage and discipline bit?"
"Yeah once," Holly said. "I didn't like being tied up.
Hey, that was a white guy, too. You may be on to
something, Beth."
"I had a white guy just a few months ago that wanted me
to fuck his damned dog," Lou said. "Stupid jerk. Ain't
no brother gonna let a dog have his nookie."
"There was this white guy that fucked me with a stalk of
celery," Holly said. "Anybody want that last piece of
pizza?"
"You know Holly," I said. "As much as you eat, you would
think you would have grown some tits by now."
"I noticed you seem to like what little she has," Beth
said with a chuckle.
"A stalk of celery, Holly?"
"Yeah, but that's not the worst. There's this guy that
thinks he an inventor. He's always making these fuck
machines. He used one on me a couple of weeks ago."
"My God, Holly don't you ever say no?" Beth asked
laughing.
"Hardly ever," Holly admitted. "I'm too afraid I'll miss
something fun. Anyway the last gadget the guy came up
with was great. I lay down on a cot and the guy got it
all adjusted and turned it on. Duffus sat by the cot and
drank beer while his machine did all the work. Best lay
I ever got at his place." By the time she finished her
ribald tale we all were laughing fit to be tied.
"You know," Lou said when the laughter subsided. "With
all the black guys I've been with, you would think I
would have ran into at least one super cock. You know
one of those twelve to f******n inch jobs. So far, Big R
has had the biggest."
"The stereotype black super cock is a myth," I said.
"Very few, if any, around."
"Ha, tell that to Reggie," my wife said. " He's carrying
nearly a foot of black meat."
"Sounds super to me," Holly said. "Frankly I don't care
if I ever get one that big. I rather have one that just
fits snug. I'd rather be tickled to death than stabbed
to death. You fit me just fine, Scott." Holly wiped the
last of the pizza sauce from her mouth, and came and sat
down on my lap. "I think your cock is super."
"Thank you my dear," I said. "You aren't fooling me, you
know. I know you're over here to get these pieces of
crust I have left."
"Well, that's true, and if you let me have them, I'll
let you fuck me."
"What if I don't?" I asked.
"I'll still let you fuck me, but I'll be mad at you
while you do." Beth and Lou were cracking up.
"Take them," I said laughing. "I sure don't want you mad
at me. Hey, I think there's some celery in the kitchen."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Beth's Story:
"Wow, this is a nice place," Lou said sticking her head
out of the window and gawking at the Joy Lodge.
"Yeah, too nice for three whores," Holly said. "They
really booked the whole place?"
"So Roland said," I answered. Joy Lodge was an
impressive place. "Scott and I spent a weekend here a
few years ago," I told them. "Pretty fancy, as I
recall." I found a parking place and we went in to the
desk.
"May I help you?" a smallish man asked. He sounded just
as stuffy as he looked.
"I'm Beth Wheeler," I told him. "You should have
reservations for me and my friends."
"I see," he said. The little squirt would have looked
down his nose at me if he hadn't been so short. "You
three, ah... ladies, will have the magnolia suite."
"If you say 'ah... ladies' one more time, I'll slap the
hell out of you," Lou said glaring at him. The man's
nametag said that he was Mister Johnson "You get it,
Johnson?"
Johnson got busy shuffling some papers and carefully not
looking at us. A bellman came with our luggage, which
wasn't all that much. All three of us only brought a
couple changes of clothes and our cosmetics.
"Okay, I could get used to living like this," Holly
said. The magnolia suite was luxurious to say the least.
We each had our own bedroom with a king size bed. The
carpet was so thick I felt like I was sinking down into
it.
"Yeah, when I get rich, I'm going to buy this place,"
Lou said. "Then I'm going to fire that twerp Johnson.
Wonder what a room like this costs?"
"Two thousand dollars a day," Reggie answered coming
through the connecting door that none of us had noticed.
"It is wonderful to see you Beth," he added. He came to
me and took me in his arms while Holly and Lou stared at
his size.
"Damn, they grow them big where you come from, don't
they?" Lou said. Reggie ignored her. He was busy kissing
me. Reggie had kissed me before, but something seemed
different this time. His kiss not only had a sense of
urgency, but also more passionate or something like
that. I had to wonder if this African giant was falling
for me.
"I have missed you, Beth," he said when he finally
released me. I wasn't sure exactly how to respond. I've
gotten used to saying what the client wants to hear, but
for some reason I was reluctant to encourage Reggie. I
could feel his giant cock pushing at me through his
tunic.
"It's good to see you Reggie," I said. That seemed
neutral enough. "What's the game plan?"
"I'm sorry?" he said looking confused.
"The plan? The agenda? The schedule?" I said.
"Oh yes," Reggie said. "You will rest for a few hours.
Your dinner will be served to you in this room. There
will be a welcoming ceremony at eight o'clock, at which
time you will meet my father, the king. Your attire is
ready for each of you, please wear the dress that is in
the wardrobe cabinet without any jewelry or
accessories."
"All of us?" I asked. "How did you know what size to
get?"
"The size of the dress is not important. I will come for
you at eight."
Reggie kissed me again and left through the connecting
door.
"Jeeze, is he always that officious?" Lou asked.
"No, that was a different Reggie than I'm used to," I
said.
"Would you girls look at what we're supposed to wear?"
Holly said. She was holding up what appeared to be
several yards of gauzy material. "This thing doesn't
leave much to the imagination, does it? I'm betting
we're not suppose to wear anything under it either."
Shortly after six, room service brought us a banquet.
Literally a feast that twenty people couldn't have
eaten. Holly did give it a game effort, though.
Holly had been right in her assessment of the dress.
After we put them on we looked at one another and
laughed.
"We wouldn't be more naked if we were naked," Lou said.
"Good thing we're whores, ain't it? Otherwise our
delicate dispositions might be offended."
The door opened at exactly eight o'clock. It wasn't
Reggie. It was Sam dressed in a loincloth and a fur
headdress from an unlucky lion. He was carrying a tall
shield and spear.
"Come," Sam said and led us through the next room and
into a larger room.
The room was adorned with the hides of various a****ls.
Zebra was the only one I recognized. People were sitting
on the floor in two rows. I counted four women and ten
men counting Sam. All except the women wore the lion
skin headdress. The women were bare-breasted and three
of them were a lot younger than the other one.
There were three seats, thrones actually, at the head of
the two rows of people. Reggie sat on one throne.
Another man, his father I assumed, sat in the middle.
Sam left us at the end of the rows, and went to the
other seat.
Reggie started speaking in Swahili or what I assumed was
Swahili. It could have been Greek for all I knew. He
spoke for several minutes and about midway, he stood up
and approached me, continuing to speak and wave his
hands. He put his huge hand on my shoulder and urged me
forward.
"Go to the King and kneel," Reggie said softly. "Bow low
and stay that way until he tells you to rise."
I pride myself on being able to adjust to any situation,
so I did as he said to do. With my face down, almost to
the a****l skin I was kneeling on, I waited. The old man
started talking and boy, did he talk. He went on for
over five minutes. I almost giggled when I realized that
the people behind me were getting a pretty good view of
my butt. My knees were beginning to hurt when finally
Reggie told me to get up.
Reggie stood beside me in front of the old man. King
Whoopee or whatever his name was pulled the skin from
his lap exposing his cock. Apparently Reggie took after
his old man. The king had a king-size cock.
"Go forward and kiss his manhood," Reggie whispered to
me. Why not? I was a whore who volunteered to attend an
orgy. Apparently the party was starting. I went to the
old man and took his stiffing cock in my hand. I bent
and kissed the tip. The old geezer put his hand on my
head and held me there. I assumed that I was supposed to
do more than kiss his cock. I covered the head of his
dick with my mouth. The damned thing sprang to life. It
reared up like a snake about to strike. I mentally
cursed Russell. The man may be old, but there certainly
was a lot of life in him.
I was aware that Holly and Lou had joined me in front of
the three men. I risked a quick glance and saw that a
man was with them.
"I will translate the ceremony," the man said in perfect
English. "Leave the King and go to the man on your
left." He touched me so I assumed he was speaking to me.
I went to Reggie, who had pulled his loin cloth aside. I
took his cock and kissed it. I heard the man telling Lou
and Holly to follow suit. Lou was first to suck the King
followed by Holly. I was directed to Sam and the girls
went to Reggie. So far, so good, I thought. The royalty
wanted a bit of head, no sweat.
After we all had paid homage to the king and princes
dicks we were led to where the others waited. I led
Holly and Lou and we went down one side and up the other
side. Every man politely pulled his loincloth over to
give us access. The four women were the last ones. I
wondered what I was supposed to do when it came their
turn. The first woman, older by far than the others
answered my unspoken question by pulling her tiny apron
aside and leaning back to give me access to her private
parts. She had a rancid smell and I didn't linger at her
crotch. I moved on to the next woman who smelled much
better than the old crone. The two younger women
actually smelled nice.
When Holly, Lou and I finished with the dick sucking and
pussy eating tour, the king made another speech. Our
translator stood behind us and told us what the king was
saying. Not a lot of it made sense. It was about an
antelope jumping and a lion creeping through the grass
and a lot of crap like that. After the king finished his
spiel we were seated on the raised platform just below
the three men of royalty. One of the younger women rose
and came over to me. She pulled the gauzy dress up and
bent down and kissed my pussy. She went to Lou and then
to Holly. Each of the people came and did the same.
"I was beginning to wonder if this was a one way
street," Lou said.
"Silence!" the interpreter hissed. "Do not speak."
"Fuck you Jack," Lou said, but she said it softly. The
royal three were noticeably absent from the turnabout
oral service.
The last man, a little wizen man of undeterminable age
was last to approach us. I don't know if he was blind,
uninterested, or what, but his lips missed my pussy by
several inches. The man stood up in front of me and said
something the interpreter did not bother to translate.
One of the young women came to him holding a horn out
for him. He took some pasty substance out of the horn
and smeared it on his wrinkled cock.
"Suck it off," the translator said. I did and it tasted
like crushed rose pedals smell. It also had a bitter
after taste. The little man did the same for Holly and
Lou. It didn't take but a few moments before I realized
it was some sort of narcotic. I felt a rush of warmth
spread all over my body, and my head felt light. My
vision blurred just for an instant then cleared. In fact
remarkably clear. I glanced over at Holly, and she
grinned at me.
"That's some good shit," she said loudly. I think she
thought she was whispering. "I'll suck the old timers
dick all night unless he runs out of."
"Be quiet!" The translator screamed. I don't think he
actually screamed, but it sounded like it.
CHAPTER f******n
Holly's Story:
I don't know what was on the old geezers dick, but I
liked it. Every one of my senses suddenly got sharper.
They led us back to the platform where somebody had put
some big pillows. Beth, Lou, and I were stripped of our
skimpy dress and told to lie down on the giant pillows.
The big auger, I guess he's the king, got up and came
over to where Beth lay. He whipped out his cock and
shoved it into her pussy. I felt for her pain because
there had been no warm-up or foreplay. But Beth didn't
seem to mind in the least. His big old cock slid right
in. That was when I realized that I was so wet I was
leaking. While I certainly enjoyed all them folks eating
my pussy there was more moisture than that would have
caused. Ah, I thought, the goop on the gommers dick was
some kind of aphrodisiac. What were they thinking? We
are whores. We don't need to be.
Whatever I had been thinking was interrupted by Reggie's
big cock being pushed in me. Hot damn, that son of a
bitch was hung like a bull! Thanks to all the moisture I
was generating, he got the damn thing in okay. The other
dude was fucking Lou. Sam, I think they called him.
Beth, Lou and I were royally fucked for about ten
minutes. Then the audience got into the act. All the men
came up and took a turn. Wasn't a rubber to be seen
anywhere. I mentally crossed my finger, and put it out
of my mind. Anyway there wasn't anything I could do.
Each man in the room fucked us, even the translator. And
every man dropped a load of come in our dripping
pussies. The last two or three sure had a sloppy cunt to
work with. I could hear women crying out in the throes
of passion, and I laughed out loud when I realized that
I was one of them.
Lou's Story:
One after another the men fucked us. I don't know how
many times I came, but it was a lot. From the racket
Beth and Holly were making, I think they were having a
good time, too. I'm not sure how long they fucked us.
Time seemed to get all screwed up. It may have been an
hour or it may have been three or four hours. The last
man was pumping away at me, and when he grunted and shot
his load the strangest thing happened.
Three of the younger women came up and each had a little
dish. While one of the men held our legs open the women
scooped the come out of us, catching it in the dish.
They reached deep inside me and I assume they did with
Holly and Beth. When they were satisfied they had all
the come out, they took the dishes to the old woman. If
that wasn't weird enough, it got weirder. The old bitch
drank all of it down and licked the dishes clean! Then
it started all over again. Apparently there was some
kind of order to when they mounted us, but I couldn't
figure it out. It didn't seem important enough to try.
Beth's Story:
This was the strangest thing I was ever involved in. I
had been involved in group sex before, but nothing like
one cock after another for at least three hours if not
more. The old crone must have drunk two quarts of come
before that part of the orgy was over. I'm guessing, but
I think it was around midnight when we were split up.
Lou was carried off, impelled on Sam's cock. Two men and
one woman followed them. Holly received almost the same
treatment except King Dick, three men and a woman,
e*****ed her.
Reggie picked me up, and stuck his mighty spear in me,
and we left with the remainder of the men and a woman.
The old crone seemed to be in a sperm c*** or something.
She was curled up asleep on the floor.
Reggie carried me to a room that was nearly all bed. He
put me on it, and stepped back and the woman came to me.
She pushed my legs apart and started eating me. She was
the youngest of the four women, but she obviously had
some experience at eating pussy. The four men watched
and drank some beer. I tried that beer or homebrew
later, and it was some kind of powerful stuff that
tasted a little what I imagined pee to taste like.
"You like to have your woman's part licked by a woman,
dear Beth?" Reggie asked me. "Is my sister to your
liking?"
"Yes," I managed to say. His sister? That was
interesting news. I found out later that all the
delegation was related, either by blood or marriage.
After the woman had brought me off several times, Reggie
mounted me. The loudmouth translator followed him. Each
time one of the men came in me, the girl came and
cleaned it up. The other men took their turn at me,
also. It wasn't very long before they doubled up on me.
At one point I had three men doing my mouth, pussy and
ass with another one biting on my tender nipples. I'm
guessing at the young woman's name. It sounded like
Lilly. Anyway, that's what I called her. Lilly got her
share of action, too. Not just performing oral sex on
me. She was fucked in her pussy and ass just like I was.
I'm not sure when I lost track. I may have passed out or
just gone to sleep, I don't recall. The next thing I
knew I was being awakened in my bed by someone knocking
on the door.
Lou's Story:
"Somebody get that damned door!" I yelled. I glanced at
my watch from the bedside table. It was ten o'clock, and
from the bright sunlight streaming in through the window
I concluded that it was the morning after a long action
filled night of fucking and sucking. I reaffirmed what I
had figured out early last night. These Africans are not
human. They are fucking machines. I had at least one
cock in me all night. Most of the time it was more than
one.
That Sam, never seemed to lose his hard. When he wasn't
fucking me he was on the *********** that was with us.
Nobody in the room spoke English, except me, but it
wasn't difficult to figure out what they wanted. I don't
know how I would have coped if it hadn't been for that
narcotic they gave us before the shindig started. I have
to agree with Holly. That was some good shit. It kept me
alert, sensitive, and well lubed for the whole night of
debauchery. Holly was still flying, but poor Beth had to
be carried to bed.
"What the hell do you want?" I heard Holly yelling from
the front room. "Oh, hey Beth and Lou. Food is here." I
made it to the front room to see two black men wheeling
in carts of food. Beth was standing in her doorway
looking like something a cat had dragged in. Holly, Beth
and I didn't have a stitch on.
"Good morning ladies," one of the waiters said looking
at each of us. "I'm Ron and this is Paul. We're with the
Black Diamonds. You ladies look mighty good this
morning. I might have to give Big R a call and we can
party sometime." He went over and handed Beth two small
pills. "Honey, you look like you could use some help
getting started. These will help."
After they left we fell to eating. Holly doesn't let
anything interfere with her appetite and I was famished.
Beth took the pills with some orange juice and picked at
her food for a while. Apparently the uppers kicked in
and she too ate with some gusto.
Holly's Story:
What a fucking night! I had worked up one hell of an
appetite and all the food was delicious. I had something
important to tell Beth and Lou, but I wanted to wait
until the right time.
"Well, I don't know about you two, but I feel almost
human again," Lou said after she finished eating. "How
do you feel now, Beth?"
"Much better," Beth answered with a smile. "Not quite up
to human, but almost. How did you girls do last night?"
"I got fucked," Lou said with a laugh. "And fucked, and
fucked and fucked.
What happened to you? Why did you conk out?"
"I made a bad mistake," Beth said. "I drank some of that
homebrew. I won't do that again, for sure."
"I only tasted it," I told them. "Tasted like panther
piss, to me."
"I didn't even taste that stuff. The smell turned me
away before I got it to my lips," Lou said. "Okay, I'll
say it. Have either of you ever been involved in
anything as weird as that was? I'm talking about the
ceremony bit."
"Never," Beth said. "Weird doesn't describe it. What
about you Holly?"
"No," I answered. The time was right. "I've read about
wedding ceremonies in some parts of the world being
strange, but this takes the cake."
"What about that old woman drinking all that . what did
you say? Wedding ceremony?"
"You got it sister," I said. "We all got married last
night. I think two of us are bigamists."
"What are you talking about?" Beth demanded.
"That little black chick that was in my group spoke good
English," I said. "She told me that we had married the
tribe. Or at least that part of the tribe." Neither of
them said a word. They just stared at me for a long
time. I waited a few moments and laid the rest of my
news on them.
"Starting today we are supposed to come off of birth
control. They want us knocked up as soon as possible." I
gave them some time to digest that, and told them the
rest of the story. "By the way, tomorrow we leave for
Africa."
"Be damned if that's so!" Lou exploded. "I haven't lost
a damned thing in Africa. They can kiss my white ass."
Beth looked thoughtful for a while. "It now makes some
sense," she said. "That's why Reggie insisted on just
the three of us. That son of a bitch is planning on a
k**napping."
"I hope they enjoyed the honeymoon because that's all
they are going to get," Lou said. "Married, my ass! We
need to get the hell out of Dodge."
We hurriedly got dressed in our own clothes and packed
our few things. When the waiters came back to get the
carts, Beth told them we wanted to leave.
"Okay, no sweat," the one named Ron said. He took a cell
phone out, punched in some numbers, and spoke briefly.
"Thirty minutes, ladies," he said putting the phone
away. "Everybody will be in place by then."
That sounded good except that Reggie showed up ten
minutes later.
Beth's Story:
"Why are you dressed like that?" Reggie demanded.
"Reggie, dear," I said as calmly as I could. "We are
leaving here."
"No, that is not possible. I forbid it!"
"You tricked me, Reggie," I said, still trying to sound
calm. "We are prostitutes, you don't have to marry us.
In fact I am already married, I don't want another
husband or a tribe of husbands. We are leaving."
Wordlessly a very irate Reggie went back out through the
interconnecting door. I knew it wasn't over and I was
right. He was back within a few minutes with two of his
crew, complete with spears and shields. They all looked
pissed.
"The ceremony will be completed," Reggie declared. "All
of you will go home with us. Nothing will prevent that."
Holly opened the door and the two waiters came in the
room. They took one look at the two men with spears and
they took out their guns.
"You couldn't be more wrong," Lou told Reggie. "You
better tell your men that they were stupid to bring
spears to a gun fight. Let's go girls."
"I divorce thee, I divorce thee, I divorce thee," Holly
parodied 'The King and I' with a merry laugh. "All
except the dude with the knobby dick. I may keep him
around for laughs. Adios, mother-fuckers!"
Two big Black Diamond guys with guns e*****ed us to my
car where another Black Diamond was already behind the
wheel with the engine running. Although I could hear
Reggie yelling in frustration as armed Black Diamond
members ringed the outside of the lodge insuring our
escape, Lou, Holly and I loaded up and hauled ass out of
there with a black tinted windowed Denali in front and
behind us. None of the three drivers took their foot off
the gas until we were a hundred miles away from Joy
Lake.
During that entire hundred miles Holly, Lou and I said
nothing. Undoubtedly the other two were also unwinding
and reflecting upon what would have been our lot had
Russell not suggested the precaution of enlisting the
Black Diamond gang's protection. Needless to say being
Reggie's exclusive "date" with the exorbitant tips was
over.
After our narrow escape from being k**napped to Africa
Holly, Lou and I felt compelled to show our appreciation
to every one of the Black Diamond e*****s. Pulling over
after one hundred miles Lou went to one Denali and Holly
jumped in the other. Gratuitous sex with the two black
men who e*****ed us safely from the lodge was merely a
forerunner to making a phenomenal discovery. Not only
was the driver of my car the leader of the Black Diamond
gang, but also as well hung as Reggie.
Did our narrow escape motivate any of us to end our
whoring for Big R? Holly, being admittedly addicted to
black cock, had no qualms with our Black Diamond e*****s
evicting her loser husband and divorcing him. Not
surprisingly becoming Scott's mistress while hooking up
with Russell enabled Holly to continually enjoy
interracial sexual adventures along with regular Oreo
threesomes.
Lou made no bones about liking sex and preferring black
cock. Unlike Holly, who viewed sex with women as merely
an interlude until the next big black cock, Lou reveled
in her newfound bisexuality and had no qualms with
female/female/black men threesomes while whoring for Big
R. The spark igniting between us the first day Lou
joined Holly, Scott and me in our prolonged group sex
has since been fanned into a steadily burning flame. In
fact, Lou and I nearly set either of our beds on fire
with the raging inferno that erupts between us. We
remain devoted to each other as lovers and fem soul
mates.
As for me Big R is far more selective in my clientele.
Even though assisting Roland with training recruits and
converting each new girl into a bisexual gives the
subtle perception I am his mistress that is not the
case. Solidifying arrangements for Roland's many
enterprises with the Black Diamond Security firm was no
problem with me being the gang leader's main squeeze.
I often reflect on the irony how a ***********ry triple
X videotape initially piqued my curiosity about black
and white interracial sex. In spite of the narrow brush
with reality I am blessed to have such an open-minded,
voyeuristic, unconditionally loving husband who has
absolutely no regrets with our open marriage. Frequent
sexual interludes with Roland, Russell and members of
their inner circle in the course of breaking in new meat
provides only part of my sought after black cock
variety. As the President of Black Diamond Security's
mistress, who includes being a sexual reward for
outstanding employee performance, affords me an even
wider variety of black cock. Consequently I have no
regrets over no longer being the exclusive date of "The
Great Horn of Africa!"
THE END
8年前
