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Price of Too Much Debt
by jaacajjk (jaacajjk@aol.com)
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Married white housewife gets into debt, way over her
head and ends up working for black loan shark. (M+/F,
blkmail, intr, wife)
***
This is my first attempt at writing and the first three
chapters are now complete. There will be additions
added later.
AUTHOR NOTE: This story is fiction, and should be
treated as such. The following story is for the
entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions
of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading
sex stories upset you, do not read any further. This is
my first attempt at writing a story of this type so
bear with me. I hope you like it.
***
Chapter One: Debt Leads to Trouble
Janet slowly walked back across the street from her
mailbox. In her hand she knew were more of the dreaded
notices of late payments. This was the third day this
week she had received at least two or more notices. It
was March and the after Christmas bills had come and
gone without her being able to pay even the minimum
due. Now two months later the notices were getting more
insistent
Lowering her head, she wondered what she could do. She
couldn't let her husband, Rich, know what a mess they
were in. It had been three years since their last big
blow up over overextended credit limits. At that time
Rich blamed it all on her as it was her duty to keep
the family bills.
Heaven knows, she thought it was both of them who went
overboard and if he earned more this wouldn't be such a
problem. But no, she shouldn't think that way, as she
knew he worked hard trying to provide well for their
family of four. But with Karen in her senior year at
State and Jenny just a freshman in high school the
bills mounted fast.
Janet had long ago started hiding the bills from Rich
so he didn't have any idea how deeply in debt they
were, and frankly, she didn't think he wanted to know,
leaving those worries to her.
One thing she knew, she couldn't go through a blow up
like last time. They still had a strain between them.
Before that everything had been perfect in their first
18 years of marriage, but ever since it seemed they
were never close. Yes they made love like just this
morning, but it wasn't the same. Maybe he was
satisfied, as he always got what he wanted but she
never felt fulfilled anymore and never reached climax
like she used to.
Sighing, and trying to come up with a plan on how to
put off all these bill collectors, she knew the only
way was to once again go to the Acme Financial office
over at the Riverside Plaza. Kindly Mr. Winthrop had
always been helpful in the past, but she knew this time
she needed more credit then ever before. One of the
notices had been from Acme with a note about
repossessing her car that she had used as collateral on
her last loan. Well, there was no choice she would have
to go and see what could be done.
As she got dressed she admired herself in the mirror.
Not bad for a 36 year old mother of two. She knew her
slim figure and pretty features had originally
attracted Rich to her. They were married when she was
only 17, two months out of high school and he was 22, a
college graduate. She had continued to keep herself
trim and fit, working out even now with the girls both
grown to be beautiful young ladies of 15 and 18
themselves.
Picking out one of her short skirts and tight fitting
top, she smiled to herself. Even though Mr. Winthrop
was in his sixties, he still admired her figure
whenever she went to ask for an extension or increase
in her loan. She knew it didn't hurt to use her charms,
a pretty smile or sad expression did wonders with most
men.
As she drove the ten miles over to Riverview Plaza,
many thoughts went through Janet's mind. Though
temporary, she knew this was her one hope of solving
the problem with the bills. She had started using Acme
Financial two years early, first because they were two
towns over from the high income area where she and Rich
lived, and two because of the nice Mr. Winthrop, who
managed the place and always had been sympathetic of
her needs.
As she entered the Acme Financial office, she noticed a
number of changes since her last visit. The furniture
had changed considerably and looked much more modern
and fancy. Also, Mrs. Quinn, Mr. Winthrop's elderly
secretary was nowhere to be seen and in her place was a
beautiful young blonde who looked like she was out of a
fashion magazine.
Stepping up to the front desk, Janet inquired if she
could see Mr. Winthrop.
"I'm sorry," the blonde replied," he doesn't work here
anymore, Mr. Jackson, Jerome Jackson is the manager
now."
Oh, very well, could I see Mr. Jackson?" Janet replied.
"Yes, he should be available in a few minutes; could I
have your name?"
"I'm Mrs. Janet Ross, I have an account with your
firm."
"Please have a seat and I will check with Mr. Jackson,
I believe he will be very glad to see you, Mrs. Ross."
The secretary replied with a funny smile on her face.
It seemed like hours passed as Janet waited, but
actually it was only 20 minutes later when the
secretary called her name and ushered her into Mr.
Jackson's office.
"Hello Mrs. Ross, or can I call you Janet?" A very
large, black gentleman in a dark three piece suit said
to her as he met her at the door to his office and took
her hand, leading her into an office that was certainly
different then when Mr. Winthrop was there. Gone was
the old shabby furniture, replaced instead, by new
elegant top quality office furniture. On the back wall
there was even a large over stuffed couch that looked
like it belonged in an expensive home.
"Why yes, please call me Janet"' she responded. Clearly
she had been taken off guard by his open welcome. As he
let go of her hand, which he had used to guide her to
one of the overstuffed chairs in front of his desk, she
felt a chill run down her back.
"Well Janet, Mrs. Janet Ross, you have saved me a trip
by coming to see me. You are rather late with the
payment of your account. In fact if I am not mistaken
you are probably two full months in arrears right now."
"Yes, I know, that is why I am here," Janet replied, "I
am afraid I got a little over extended. In the past Mr.
Winthrop was very understanding and he always figured a
way to work it out so that I could make payments. Could
we, just this one more time redo my account and
consolidate what I owe you with some other accounts so
that I just have one payment to make?"
"I'm sorry, Janet, but that was Mr. Winthrop, I bought
him out in November and I am a businessman. If I were
to do that I would most likely loose even more then you
already owe me. In fact, I need to ask you for your car
keys. You did drive here, didn't you?"
Janet suddenly felt a sinking feeling as this was the
collateral she had hoped to use to redo her loan; maybe
she had made a mistake in coming here. Now she might
have to turn over her car and then Rich would
immediately find out what bad financial condition they
were in. What should she do?
"Please Mr. Jackson, I really need my car. I know you
want to be paid, and I want to pay you but isn't there
something that can be worked out. Your company has
always been so helpful in the past."
"What kind of a fool do you think I am Mrs. Ross? I
want the money you owe us or we will repossess your car
and if you don't come up with the rest you will end up
in jail for defrauding us!" Mr. Jackson bellowed at
her.
Janet suddenly began to cry uncontrollably, "No, please
you have to understand, that will kill me, my husband
will leave me, isn't there something we can work out,
isn't there something I can do to get you to extend my
credit just one more time?"
Mr. Jackson was silent, staring at her for what seemed
like minutes, but in reality it was probably only
seconds, then he responded. "Well let me see Janet,
just what are you willing to do?"
Suddenly a cold chill went down Janet's spine. What did
he mean? What are you willing to do? She didn't like
the sound or the look in his eyes as he peered across
his large desk at her. "I'm sorry, Mr. Jackson, I don't
know what you mean by that" she replied.
"What I mean, Janet, is I am a business man with
several operations not just this loan company. I am
always in need of some good looking women who can do
some escorting/entertaining for some of my out of town
clients during the day."
"I find that suburban housewives fill this need very
nicely. You are a very beautiful woman and I could use
your services in return for extending your credit and
even maybe give you a better interest rate as well as
providing you with some extra income to help pay down
this debt. Since this involves daytime assignments
mainly over the midday, you won't even have to let your
husband know what you are doing."
Janet's world suddenly seemed to implode upon her, what
was he saying, he wanted her to escort/ entertain
strange men. Just what did this entertaining mean, but
she knew without asking. What he was suggesting was
that she would be meeting and providing sexual favors
to these clients of his.
"Absolutely not, what do you think I am? I could
never!" Janet spoke out.
"I wouldn't be so hasty in my answer if I were you. It
is either do as I require or give me your car keys and
you better find the rest of the money you owe me or I
will be coming to take over your house! Do you really
want your husband and your family to know that the
financial mess you have gotten yourself into?"
With tears streaming from her eyes, Janet sat
motionless. What was she to do, she couldn't do as he
was suggesting. But she couldn't just let her world
fall apart. She knew from the last time she had told
Rich about them being in big debt that he would leave
her.
The pit in her stomach grew with every passing second.
Her head down, she tried not to look at Mr. Jackson.
She realized she really had no choice. She would have
to do what he wanted. She knew she had made her problem
and now she would have to pay the piper. Slowly she
shook her head up and down, "Yes," she half whispered,
I will do what you want."
"Good, I am glad to see you recognize the right
answer," he replied. Smiling to himself he felt a
swelling of his manhood as he anticipated seeing this
beauty upscale housewife naked and putting out. These
suburban housewives were all the same. They claimed to
be such righteous holier then thou, loving wives but if
they were faced with losing all their treasures they
would prostitute themselves just like all the sluts
from the inner city who walked the streets to make a
living to support their children.
"Let's see what I am going to be providing my clients,
stand up and remove your clothes" He then said rising
from his chair and stepping around his desk to stand a
few feet from her.
"Here, you want me to undress here in your office?"
Janet said in a shaken voice.
"Don't argue with me or I won't be so accommodating.
Now stand up and get those clothes off!" he commanded.
Looking down at her feet she slowly rose to a standing
position on legs that wanted to give way. Knowing there
was no hope she started to undo the buttons of her
blouse. A chill went through her body as she pulled the
tails of the blouse out of her skirt and slipped it off
her shoulders.
For the first time in her life she was standing in
front of a man other then her husband in her bra. Her
face felt flushed as she next undid the button to her
skirt and let it fall at her feet. Now she stood there
with only her lacy white bra and panties covering her
most precious parts, knowing that shortly these would
also be gone.
Strangely she felt another quiver run through her body,
but this one started from deep in her groin, oh God was
she actually getting turned on by this horrible event?
As much as she wanted to suppress it, she realized she
was actually getting wet between the legs. No, she
couldn't let this happen.
"Come on, quite taking so long," Mr. Jackson suddenly
bellowed, "Get that bra and panties off!"
Janet was still looking down or she would have seen
that Mr. Jackson had begun to stroke himself through
his pants. A large growing bulge gave the first
indication of the effect her near nakedness was having
on him and his increasing anticipation of seeing her
completely at his mercy. If she had she would have been
surprised at the size of his potent cock.
Janet realized the moment of truth was at hand; she
reached behind her back and undid the clasp, which
freed her breasts from what little protection her lacy
bra had provided. Dropping it to the floor at her feet
she looked up into Mr. Jackson's smiling face.
Strangely, whether the cool air of the office or
something else, she realized that her nipples had
turned hard and pointed. While she didn't have
exceptionally large breasts, at only a 36C, she knew
they were nicely shaped. Why was she feeling this way,
instead of being completely repulsed?
Before he got angry again, she hooked her thumbs into
her panties at her hips and slowly lowered them,
stepping out of first one then the other foot. She
realized that she was now quite wet from her own
secretions as the panties momentarily clung to her
pussy lips. What was happening to her, as yet more
shivers of excitement raced through her body. Was she
really starting to like unveiling herself to this
terrible man?
"Very nice, now turn around slowly, so I can see all of
you." Mr. Jackson commented.
Dropping her arms to her sides she slowly turned on her
right foot and showed him her cute ass. Then she
continued to turn so that she faced him again. She was
sure that her pussy had to be showing the wetness she
felt.
"Yes, you will do very nicely, I am sure my clients
will enjoy your company," he added.
Standing there naked in front of this imposing black
man was doing things to her she could not and did not
want to understand. Why were her nipples all hard and
aroused and why was she so wet in her pussy? She had
not been this way with Rich for several years if ever.
What was he going to do to her? She kept waiting for
him to reach out and grab her or force her to submit to
his advances, but no he just stood there looking at
her.
What she did not realize was that he was really dying
to do just that and touch her exquisite, white body and
make her submit to him. But, he had other plans. He
knew he would have her soon enough. He didn't want to
jeopardize his real objective. He wanted to have her
fully submit to his orders and become the complete
whore that he intended to turn her into.
"You can put your clothes back on now," he said
surprising her.
She felt relief but at the same time there was a
disappointment, he was not going to do anything to her.
She realized she had been anticipating a sexual release
but none would be coming. Hesitantly she retrieved her
panties and bra and slowly put them back on. Then with
him watching the whole time she put her blouse and
skirt on.
"You can keep your car for now as you will need it
tomorrow. I want you at the downtown Hilton, at the
main dining room at 12:00 sharp. You will join Mr. Ron
Baker for lunch and then go to his room with him. He
will want more then to just look at you as I did today.
You will submit to whatever he demands and you had best
make it enjoyable for him. If I get any reports of you
not obeying or of you not being enthusiastic and I will
start foreclosure of all your possessions and your
husband and everyone will know what problems you have
gotten yourself into. Do you understand?"
Once again, looking down at the floor she quietly
responded, "yes."
On the drive home, Janet could not get the itch between
her legs to go away. Why she didn't know but undressing
and standing naked in front of the horrible Mr.
Jackson, had ignited a need deep within her. She
couldn't stop wondering was it true what they said that
black men were endowed with massive cocks.
The only one she had seen to this point in her life had
been that of her loving husband, Rich. But now she
wondered what would it be like to have someone, a black
man like Mr. Jackson take her and use her in any way he
desired. Why had he not done anything but look at her?
He said she was beautiful and that his, his clients,
would enjoy her.
She also wondered what she would do when she went to
meet this Mr. Ron Baker tomorrow at the downtown
Hilton. Could she really do what she knew she must do,
give herself to a man other then her husband? What
would he be like, how would she act. How could she
continue to live her normal life with her loving family
if now she was to do this? But wasn't she doing this
for her family to keep all the things they had
together?
It was with this thought that she pulled into her
driveway and parked the car in the garage. Then knowing
she still had a couple of hours before the girls would
be home from school she hurried into her bedroom and
stripped off her blouse skirt, bra and panties. She had
to get that need between her legs satisfied.
Spotting her hairbrush on her bed stand she lay down on
the bed and began to rub it in her wet pussy folds.
Only after rubbing the handle of the hairbrush in her
sloppy wet slit and sticking it in to the edge of the
bristles was she able to bring herself to a mind
shattering orgasm. What had she become?
Recovering from the afterglow she took a quick shower
and put on fresh clothes before the girls and Rich got
home. For whatever reason, she decided to make Rich's
favorite meal for dinner that night.
The dinner with the family she had hoped would be
special really didn't turn out like she hoped. Rich ate
his food and then said he was tired and went off to bed
without even as much as telling her how much he enjoyed
it. The girls both ate quickly and left the table to go
to the high school basketball game.
Thus Janet was left with a kitchen full of dirty dishes
and an hours worth of cleanup. As she cleaned up the
mess, she thought to herself, why had she tried to
please Rich with a special dinner? She knew that it was
the guilt of knowing she had let another man see her
nude this afternoon and the fact that tomorrow she
would be giving, no selling her body to a stranger to
make payment on the huge debt she had built up.
Finishing the cleanup she went into the family room and
turned on the television, she could not bring herself
to go to bed with Rich until she was sure he would be
asleep. Unfortunately the only thing on the TV was a
special about the growing prostitution, especially
streetwalkers in the city and actions the city
government was taking to try and clean up the city.
She could not help but think, "SHE WAS ABOUT TO JOIN
THE RANKS OF THE WOMEN THE SPECIAL WAS TALKING ABOUT?"
What would it be like, she asked herself? Could she
really do it, give her body to a stranger? But she knew
she had no choice; she was not doing this of her own
free will, was she?
Chapter Two: Her First Appointment
She awoke with a start, as the sunlight shone through
the family room window into her face, the TV was still
on and she immediately remembered the last thoughts she
had had before she drifted off to sleep. Getting up and
sneaking into the bedroom without waking Rich, she
grabbed her robe and slipped into the bathroom to get a
shower before he awoke. She could not help running her
hands over her body as she took the refreshing shower,
a chill running through her, thinking ahead to what lay
ahead of her this fateful day.
After waking Rich, she went to the kitchen and got
breakfast for him and the girls. She was anxious to get
them off to work and school afraid she would show the
terror and what was it, excitement of the upcoming
events. She made little conversation with the three of
them as they ate their breakfast and hurried on their
ways, Rich to work, Jen to catch the bus for high
school and Karen off to the University.
Now she was left alone in the empty house with only her
thoughts of the Appointment she had at 12:00 that
afternoon. What should she wear she wondered?
What did you wear to meet a strange man who was going
to being paying for your body? What would he look like
and what would he expect her to do? The special on TV
that she had watched the night before had hinted at
unspeakable acts that the streetwalkers often performed
for their johns, would she have to do similar things?
Needing something to fortify her she went to the bar
and got out the vodka and made a quick drink. She never
had a drink in the morning but today was different she
knew she need it to give her strength.
Before she knew it, it was time to get dressed for her
date? Was that what she should call it? Looking through
her closet she settled on a simple black dress that she
felt would not make her look too conspicuous in the
downtown Hilton at noontime. There would indubitably be
businessmen and women there for the noon meal.
Not knowing why, she picked out a matching set of black
bra and thong panties that Rich loved to see her in.
Instead of panty hose she decided to put on thigh high
black fish net stockings. Adding her makeup she looked
in the mirror and while pleased with what she saw, she
wondered why am I making my self look so good? Is this
what a prostitute does to please her clients?
All too soon it was time to leave and she got into her
car, yes her car but only her car if she did the
unthinkable that she was about to do. Why had she
gotten her self into so much debt and why wasn't Rich
more understanding? If he were she wouldn't have to go
to meet this stranger.
Arriving downtown at the Hilton, she drove into the
parking garage. It was all she could do to move her
legs to get out of the car, where she was safe and make
her way to the elevator to the first floor restaurant
where was to meet Mr. Ron Baker. What would he look
like? Was he black like Mr. Jackson? Oh, god, she
thought she just couldn't bare the thought, yet deep
down in side she wondered what it would be like to go
to bed with a black man.
As if in a trance, she walked slowly to the entrance to
the restaurant. There she asked the hostess if Mr. Ron
Baker was there.
"Yes," she said, "and you must be Janet. Mr. Baker is
waiting for you at his table. Please follow me."
This was it, she was really here and she knew now she
could not back out. The hostess led her to the back of
the dining room and there at the table in the corner
was Mr. Baker. She realized immediately, that at least
she did not have to face her worst fears as Mr. Baker,
while deeply tanned, was not a black man.
Mr. Baker stood and extended his hand to her in
greeting. A chill ran down her spine as she felt him
squeeze her small hand.
"So nice to meet you Janet, Please have a seat. I hope
you don't mind but I took the liberty of ordering
today's special for both of us," he said as he pulled
out the chair to his left for her. "I must say you are
everything Mr. Jackson said you would be. What would
you like to drink?" he inquired.
While she would usually not even think of having a
drink in the middle of the day, today she quickly asked
for a martini. She knew she would need the strong
drinks effects to help her through the coming ordeal.
Without any hesitation Mr. Baker informed the waiter of
her drink order. "I thought we would enjoy a nice meal
and then adjourn to my room where we can get to know
each other much better." Please tell me about yourself
and your family. I understand you have two teenage
daughters," he commented.
Another chill ran through her. How did he know all
about her? But what was she to do, he owned her or more
precisely, Mr. Jackson owned her and Mr. Baker had
bought her from Mr. Jackson for his use. What she
didn't know was that Mr. Baker was actually a trusted
employee of Mr. Jackson.
Today was just a test to see if she would really give
in to Mr. Jackson's demands and in fact was a trap. Mr.
Jackson was in fact already now up in Mr. Baker's room
getting everything ready to record today's events for
further control of Janet.
After today with everything on tape, there would be no
way that she could refuse his additional demands. After
today she would truly be one of his assets to help him
with his other businesses.
The meal was a blur to Janet and she just went through
the motions of eating, not really hungry as her stomach
was full of butterflies. As Mr. Jackson continued to
talk she realized he was quite well educated and not
unpleasant to talk with. Then as he continued to devour
his meal she felt his left hand under the table on her
leg. With the tablecloth hiding his actions from
everyone else in the restaurant, he easily slid his
hand under her skirt and slid it above her nylons and
was gently caressing her soft inner thigh.
Fear swept over her but she knew she could do nothing
to stop him, even though here she was in a public place
being felt up by a total stranger. Then she thought to
herself, does it really matter? In a very short time
wouldn't she be up in his room letting him do anything
he wanted with her? His finger had deftly wormed its
way to the vee between her legs and was now rubbing her
most intimate spot.
She felt a warm blush pass over her as she realized she
had become wet from his efforts. She fought the feeling
but unsuccessfully as she realized he was going to
cause her to have an orgasm. Just as the waiter
returned to the table to collect their dishes; a strong
wave swept through her. She clamped her legs together
trapping his hand as he brought her to a pleasant
climax.
Oh, god she thought how could I have let that happen?
Did the waiter realize what was going on? Did he
realize that Mr. Baker had his hand between her legs?
That she was letting him have his way with her?
"Could I get either of you some desert today?" the
waiter asked.
Mr. Baker answered in the negative for both of them.
"We have to be going as we have a busy afternoon," he
responded. "Could you I have the check?"
After paying for the meal and leaving a generous tip,
Mr. Baker stood up and extended his hand to her. "Shall
we go he said to her?"
Having some difficulty responding because of the
dryness in her throat, she softly answered "Yes".
Taking her hand Mr. Baker steered her out of the
restaurant and guided her in the direction of the
elevators to the hotel rooms.
This was it she realized, in a few minutes she would be
alone with this stranger in his hotel room and she
would be letting him undress her and do what ever he
wanted. Could she really let this happen? How had she
gotten herself into this mess? But she knew there was
nothing she could do. Her marriage would be over if
Rich knew how she had gotten them so deeply in debt.
She must now pay the penalty for getting herself into
this mess.
As they entered the elevator she felt Mr. Baker's hand
slide behind her and begin to caress her bottom. He
turned her towards himself and using his other hand
touched her beneath her chin raising it up to meet his
kiss. Without thinking she allowed him to push his
tongue into her mouse, giving her as kiss like only her
husband had previously been permitted to do.
Even when the elevator stopped at the next floor and an
elderly couple entered he did not stop his intimate
caressing of her bottom even dropping his other hand to
quickly grope her breasts. Janet saw the look of
disbelief and condemnation by the elderly woman, saying
with her expression how can you be so disgraceful?
When the elevator stopped at the tenth floor Mr. Baker
guided her down the hall and stopped at room 1014. As
he opened the door and ushered her inside she knew that
the thing that a day earlier she would have considered
unthinkable was about to happen.
At the sound of the key being placed in the lock, Mr.
Jackson had quietly hurried into his hiding spot in the
big walk-in closet in the bedroom of the hotel suite.
He used this suite quite often for the entertainment of
his out of town clients.
It had a living room with bar, a very large bathroom
with a Jacuzzi and a big walk in closet. The louvered
doors were ideal for setting up camera equipment and
for personally watching the action in the bedroom. The
recording of the activities that his married girls
submitted too provided excellent material to keep them
in line for his future needs.
Today was a special day for Mr. Jackson as this would
be his first chance to watch and record Mrs. Janet
Ross. But not only did he plan to watch but as soon as
his trusted employee, Ron Baker, had finished with her;
he would also have his way with the lovely Mrs. Ross.
Janet would be one of his special girls. He could tell
instinctively which married white wives would succumb
to his black power.
As most of his clients were also well-endowed black
businessmen, Janet would soon be entertaining lots of
big black cocks. He had known immediately when he
pressured her about her huge over due debt and she
broke into tears asking if there wasn't some way to
work things out that he had a new money-maker for his
businesses. Once she was totally under his control she
would seal the deal on many a new business venture.
All his black business associates would do anything to
get an afternoon in the sack with a lovely white
married slut like her. He knew she was one he would
require to go off all birth control when she serviced
his clients as that was always an extra bonus if they
new they were fucking a fertile married white wife with
no protection.
Hidden in the closet Mr. Jackson could both hear and
see everything that took place in the apartment. He had
positioned several video cameras in the living room,
bathroom and here in the bedroom. He had hidden them in
the decorations and plants that decorated the rooms and
with Ron taking all of her attention, he knew she would
never suspect she was being filmed.
What a surprise she would get PI when he came out of
the closet and became the second man to have his way
with her in the same afternoon. He was positive that
his would be the first black cock to enter her. In fact
he would be surprised if this uppity suburban housewife
had ever had any other cock then that of her husband.
As soon as the door closed behind Janet and Mr. Baker,
Ron turned her towards him and again gave her another
open mouth kiss. Again she did not resist. She was now
at the point of being resigned to anything that
happened to her. What bothered her more then anything
was the way she had reacted when he had placed his hand
under her skirt and had brought her to an orgasm with
his finger.
Now she could feel her self again getting wet. Did she
really want this to happen? She kept telling herself
she had no choice but was she really enjoying it? Ron's
lewd hands roamed all over her body. She could not help
being aroused. His one hand was now caressing the soft
contours of her flat belly, causing her to wriggle her
buttocks in to the other hand that was rubbing her
little ass cheek.
The warmth from the martini she had recently consumed
was also spreading rapidly through her veins and
contributing to her unwanted excitement. His hand
slipped now from her buttocks and reached under the hem
of her short skirt and inexorably slipped under the
cloth and upward past her thigh high nylon s upward
along her naked thigh. His palm once again found the
tender inner side of her thigh and established an
intimate stroking contact that sent delicious little
tingles upward to the center of her vainly resisting
womb.
Janet was now aware that her panties were wet from the
unwanted secretion that was seeping from her warmly
aroused vaginal in automatic response. Hot and cold
tingling was shooting upward to the center of her
vainly resisting womb.
She shivered, grinding her hips frantically against his
hand in a vain effort to soothe the maddening feeling
of her now throbbing cuntal slit.
Her pitiful supply of courage was rapidly deserting
her. Quickly taking its place was the new need to find
relief.
"Let's get you undressed girl, I want to see all of
you," Mr. only Baker (Ron) said to her. It did not take
long to remove her clothing as she was now very willing
to help. She soon stood stark naked in the middle of
the hotel room, slight gooseflesh dappling her creamy
skin as she shivered in the cool air-conditioned
atmosphere wile perspiration still continued to dampen
her flushed beautiful face.
"Beautiful," Ron exclaimed.
And truly she was perfection with her voluptuously
proportioned breasts slender waist and long legs.
Moisture now covered the mysterious little triangular
mound of her sex. Ron Baker stepped back and continued
to admire her while quickly shedding his own clothes.
As he stepped out of his underwear, Janet suddenly
caught sight of his enormous erection.
"My God," she exclaimed, "that can't be real, I never
knew they could be so big, Rich is only half that big
even when he is fully erect."
She shivered again, unable to tear her eyes away from
the ridged, blue-veined shaft that was standing spear-
like straight out from his loins.
His cock throbbed as he surveyed her, and he placed one
hand on her hip, just where it began to curve, and
moved closer, his stiff cock now pressing against her
thigh while his hands slipped to her tense, flat
stomach and began to massage it. His face loomed above
her, so close she could feel his warm breath. Janet
could not deny that he was producing an unwelcome
fascination deep within her, his hands were strangely
comforting in their warmth, while the feel of his penis
as it poked close to her dilating vagina instigated a
thrill of erotic sensation. Then, he moved his hands to
the swelling mounds of her breasts, thumb tips pressing
the nipples in.
She stared down at the unfamiliar hands manipulating
her breasts, she was consumed by a wave of passion that
ripped away any doubt that she had about going through
with this.
"God, you are a luscious thing!" Ron Baker said, as his
mouth closed over one of her erect nipples. Janet
thought her body had taken fire as he began to suck.
She squirmed and wriggled in the cool air-conditioned
hotel room. His hand snaked down and parted the hair-
fringed lips of her heated cunt, gently slipping a
finger into its wetness. Janet groaned aloud in her
struggle against his burning lips at her breast and the
tantalizing finger in her tingling cunt. "Oh, God," she
breathed helplessly as he kept up his assault on her
exposed body. Never in her life had she felt anything
like this. "Ooooh... yes... please!"
"Come, I want to fuck you on the bed," he ordered.
As always the obscene word caused an inward reaction in
Janet, Rich never used such words, but this time it
excited her more then repelled her and she hissed back
at him, "Yes!" and he eased her backward and down. She
saw him kneeling over her, his face a mask of carnal
lust, and her eyes slid downward to his rigid penis
jutting angrily from his abdomen.
She gaped at it in utter misery, filled with shame as
she once again realized what she was about to do and
hated her own naked body that lay willingly stretched
out under him. But she could not do anything about the
desire that gripped her. The purplish head of his
monstrous cock looked like a giant fist... big enough
to split her apart... God; she could not possibly take
all of that in her.
"Oh God," she cried as he dropped down on her and the
hardness of his rod surged against her belly like a
cudgel. She quaked beneath him, gasping as he guided
his rock-hard shaft to the wet entrance of her vagina,
using the smooth bulbous head to separate her fringed
cunt lips. The electrifying instant of contact with his
male organ sent shudders of pleasure racing through her
spread-eagled body. He continued to push against her
tight hole, causing intense pain as he stretcher her
sensitive skin as it had never been before.
He pressed forward again and the ponderous cock-head
burst its way into the warmly palpitating opening.
"Please... no more... you're hurting me!" she begged.
"Please no."
Ron continued the impalement, his lust engorged shaft
slowly moving inch by inch up into her unwilling
vagina. As he continued to push against her tight hole,
the pressure caused her to wince from the pain as he
stretched her. Slowly, inch-by-inch he filled her more
completely then she had ever been before. She could
feel the ripples of his penis as they stretched her
vaginal walls. He slowed for a moment to give her a
chance to adjust to his size and then with a snap of
his hips he plunged deeper into her pushing up towards
her belly.
Oh Goddddddd!" Janet groaned but her desire overcame
her and as her inflamed pussy gradually adjusted itself
to the shear bulk of his penis her whimpers of pain
changed slowly to moan of pleasure. Ron began a rocking
motion with his hips that sent his hard rod crushing
into her vagina until the head pounded cruelly against
her cervix. He quickened his pace and built up to a
rhythm. Ron Baker thought to himself, this is the best
cunt I have ever experienced.
Janet soon began to mover her hips in harmony with the
rhythm he had established. She began to sweat profusely
and her moans now were unmistakably the sounds of
passion. She forgot everything but this very moment. No
longer were there doubts regrets or thoughts of her
loving husband. All she cared about now was the release
that this thick cock of a stranger was about to bring
her. The cock now buried to its complete depth in her
burning body.
"Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me harder!" she breathed using
the obscene words that she would never before utter.
Ron reached up under her grinding buttocks and jerked
them up even tighter to his thrusting loins. The
passion housewife drove her throbbing wet cunt
desperately up against his rigid cock. Passionate
sounds suddenly burst from deep in her throat as her
taut muscled legs encircled him pulling his loins even
closer to her.
She had never felt anything like this with her loving
husband. Janet wanted, no she needed more. She did not
want it to end. But suddenly a hot orgasm swept over
her just as Ron also reached his climax and filled her
with his baby juice.
A few minutes later as Ron's now softening penis
slipped out of her soaking pussy, Janet thought her
ordeal no how could she call it that when it had
brought her so much enjoyment, was over. However
looking up she suddenly saw the leering face of Mr.
Jackson. He was here in the room with them and
obviously had witnessed everything.
Struggling to cover her nakedness and attempting to get
up from the bed and move to gather her clothes Janet
was quite a sight.
"Don't think you are going anywhere, you have a long
afternoon ahead of you." Mr. Jackson said as he began
to get out of his own clothing. "Ron was just the warm
up for you. I am here to give you the main course."
A short while ago, Janet had only ever seen one man
naked, her loving husband, Rich. Now for the second
time in an hour she was watching another man disrobe.
As he stepped out of his underwear, Janet realized that
if Ron Baker were large, Mr. Jackson was enormous. No
longer would she wonder whether it were true that
blacks were hung like horses.
She could not take her eyes off of the truly enormous,
grotesques, yet in a way beautiful penis. She suddenly
had a great fear come over her. There was no way she
could possibly accommodate that size, he would split
her in two.
The bed suddenly sagged as Mr. Jackson crawled up the
bed, grabbing her by her legs and spreading her so he
could move closer to the juncture between them. Closing
her eyes she couldn't watch what was about to happen.
Janet expected to feel him push I s huge cock into but
the next thing she knew she was gazing at the top of
his bald black head as he dipped between her legs. She
felt his lips kiss her lips but not the ones on her
face but between her legs. His tongue snaked out and
cleaved the lips that only Rich had kissed before. God
she thought she would die!
He reached up with both hands and pinched a nipple on
each breast between his thumb and forefinger and began
to roll it around. His tongue bathed her slit from the
hood of her clit to the opening of her soaking pussy
then down her to her asshole. He made the trip several
times. Janet placed the soles of her bare feet on each
of his shoulders and started coming the instant his
tongue touched her clit.
Then, she became afraid as he took her little clit
between his teeth. She thought he might bite it but he
was very gentle and somehow sucked it in and with just
the slightest contact with his teeth. Janet didn't
realize it but she screamed. Mr. Jackson kept it up for
several minutes. He looked up at her and smiled his
face was soaking with her juices.
Then he kissed her tummy and sucked each nipple until
she was constantly moaning. He reached between their
bodies and inserted one long black finger in her pussy.
Janet was embarrassed because her pussy seemed to grab
and suck his digit in deep. His finger was joined by a
second one. He really knew a woman's anatomy. He
reached up towards the top of her vagina and started to
massage her G spot, which triggered a nonstop climax
that must have lasted for several minutes. Then
suddenly he withdrew his fingers.
Janet realized the moment of truth had arrived, she was
about to get fucked by her first black cock, and she
now knew the rumors were true, blacks did have bigger
cocks, at least Mr. Jackson did.
Janet knew that she was soaking. Then, she felt the
outside of his hairy thighs as they touched the insides
of hers. She knew that it was his cock head that was
now moving up and down her slit, from her clit to her
asshole. She really wanted it and by her movements and
sounds he must have known that.
Then Mr. Jackson again tired tormenting her, he placed
the head at her opening and said, "You put it in Janet,
you know you want it."
Janet took hold of the base of his shaft with one hand
and pulled his buttock cheek with the other. It was
starting. She caught her breath. Perhaps two inches,
three, five had entered her. Oh god, she was cumming.
He stopped for a minute and kissed her. Then he
continued. She was sure that it would be impossible for
her to take every inch of the black shaft but she was
wrong. By the time every inch was sheathed by my tissue
she was perspiring like she had run a marathon. Maybe
running a marathon would have been less of an
accomplishment.
Then he started moving. Alternating between hard, soft,
fast and slow strokes. He was driving her crazy and he
knew it. Janet now knew she was capable of attaining
sexual peaks she had never reached. Tears were streaming
down her face, but were they from shame, fear, or
enjoyment, she didn't know.
Mr. Jackson groaned with pleasure as his cock was being
enveloped in the slick but tight love nest of the
sobbing young wife. He enjoyed having a struggling
woman in his arms. Then he began to pump his enormous
body up and down into the sobbing beauty. He again
slammed his black monster forward, burying the entire
length of into Janet loving the way she was obviously
enjoying the fucking he was giving her.
Holding the trim sexy hips tightly to him, he got the
reaction that he had been waiting for. He knew the
faithful beauty's body had betrayed her will power, for
suddenly she began to arch up, enveloping more of his
thick black cock. He laughed as he heard her groan in
shame, her body not obeying her will power as she
clenched her thighs tightly together to get all of his
cock into her.
Oh, yeah baby, that's it, take my nigger cock take all
of my cum!" Then his cock exploded, spurting out his
thick potent jism, deep into her fertile womb. Janet's
body went out of control, reacting on its own as her
trim white legs encircled her rapist and squeezed,
trying to milk all the hot cream out of him.
At the same time Janet experienced an orgasm like none
she had ever imagined. It was so intense. So forbidden,
against everything she had been taught and yet it was
thrilling and satisfying beyond her ability to
describe. Now that the pleasure had swept over her
though, the guilt of what she had done and how she had
betrayed her loving husband and family hit her like a
lead brick. How could she have given in so easily, and
enjoyed it so much?
Mr. Jackson had no regrets; all he could think about
was the future he had planned for the beautiful Mrs.
Ross. He slowly withdrew his now shrinking black cock,
pulling it out with a 'pop'. He needed a break to
regain some energy before socking it to the beautiful
bitch again.
He got up and looked down as Janet sobbed in the shame
and humiliation of being 'ruined' by a black cock and
for the way she had responded to his possession of her
body. He enjoyed the sight of the lovely housewife
curled up in a fetal position, with his thick nigger
cum oozing from her slit.
Twenty minutes later, Janet again felt Mr. Jackson
climb onto the bed. Pulling her legs apart he again
began to play with her still oozing slit. Again the
unwanted stimulus had the desired affect. She felt him
begin to suckle on her tits and again she craved more
of wonderful feelings. Gone for the moment was the
guilt and only the desire remained. She never thought
she would hear herself utter the words to any man other
than her husband, but she did. She begged him to "fuck
her!"
Then he was looming over her. They kissed and she again
felt the head of his cock try to enter her. Janet
instinctively reached down to guide it in and again
wondered if she would be able to take it. When the head
went in past the glands she swore she heard a plopping
sound.
Then slowly, so slowly Mr. Jackson began to push more
and more of the black meat into her pink pussy. She
reached down to feel that there were still three or
four inches outside her body. It hurt, but not
unbearably. She knew her insides were being pushed
around by the invader. But she also felt herself
adjusting to accommodate the massive cock. Her little
tuft of pubic hair mingled with his coarser hair. Her
pubic bone was separated from his by a thin layer of
skin, nothing more. Her juices were gushing. Then he
started to withdraw until just the head was inside her.
He seemed to actually pause at the top of his stroke
before ramming forward until our bones touched again.
She came and came and came.
They fucked like this for what must have been half an
hour until he announced the arrival of his climax by
screaming, "I'm cumming." Janet could actually feel the
insemination as his semen splashed against her cervix.
The next two hours were filled with more of the same.
Chapter Three: No Longer any Choice
At three o'clock, Janet slowly turned over and
stretched as she felt herself begin to recover from the
exhausting afternoon's activities. She was still lying
naked in the bed following the last time Mr. Jackson
had brought her to the heights with his enormous black
cock. She had completely lost count of the number of
orgasms she had experienced. How could she have
responded so to the raw sex that she had just been
forced to submit to? Forced wasn't the right word, she
had in fact submitted even if it was under the threat
by Mr. Jackson of repossessing her car and informing
her husband of the huge debt she was overdue on.
Guilt suddenly gripped her as she again realized she
had cheated on her loving husband Rich, not with one
strange man but with two in the same afternoon. Trying
to hide her nakedness from further view by her
tormentor, she quickly put on her bra. Her panties
though, were nowhere to be seen. So she moved from the
bed to the bathroom and attempted to purge as much of
the creamy white spunk from the numerous deposits that
had been left in her. Putting on her skirt and blouse
she exited the bathroom with the intent of immediately
departing.
However, she was stopped by Mr. Jackson who was now the
only one remaining in the room. "Please sit down
Janet," he said. "We have some business arrangements to
discuss. I'd like to show you a short video first
though."
Then pushing the button on the camcorder, which he had
connected, to the TV, he started the tape, which had
recorded Janet's initial actions with Mr. Baker after
they entered the hotel room.
Janet was horrified to realize that everything she had
done had been caught on tape. The tape clearly showed
her response to Mr. Baker's hands sliding up under her
skirt and her mouth opening in response to his kissing.
Oh, god, you could she her actually kissing him back
like she had previously only done with her husband. As
Mr. Baker had continued to further stimulate her with
one hand attacking her ass and the other rummaging in
her bra, she could see she certainly appeared a willing
participant, readily agreeing to his command to get her
undressed.
At that Mr. Jackson stopped the tape and turned towards
her. "As you can see Janet, before I had your
indebtedness to obtain you services, now I believe I
really own you. That is unless you want copies of this
tape to go to your husband, your parents and other
members of your community."
Sobbing now even more then yesterday when she had
agreed to his initial demands on her, Janet realized
she would no longer have any choice but to obey Mr.
Jackson's demands.
"Let me cover a few rules by which we will work
together," he continued. "First, you will willingly
respond to appointments which I arrange for you. You
have proved to me today that you are more then capable
of pleasing all of my business clients, though some may
required you to try a few new things. You are a very
lovely lady and being the personification of a white
suburban housewife, you will be very much in demand,
especially from many of my black collogues who greatly
enjoy screwing white wives. I will usually give you a
day or two warning so that you can arrange to make the
appointment and keep a good cover so you family does
not realize your new activities. You may want to look
for a some good cover stories.
"The appointments will always end by 3:00 so you can
get home before rush hour and clean up before the
family arrives home. Let me make it clear though, you
have no choice, you will provide my clients with an
enjoyable entertainment or you will not receive any
credit towards what you owe me. For appointments where
the clients a totally satisfied I will credit you
$500.00. If you do an especially good job, on the
recommendation of my clients I may occasionally double
your credit. Also any tips from my, I mean your clients
is yours to keep. Do you understand what I have just
said?"
Still sobbing almost uncontrollably Janet slowly shook
her head and responded with a soft, "yes."
"Now you better wipe those tears and be on your way or
your daughters will arrive home before you and you
probably want to cleanup so that they don't see
anything out of the ordinary. Oh, one more thing, what
type of birth control are you on Janet?"
"I use birth control pills," Janet softly responded.
"Good," Mr. Jackson replied. "From today forward you
will no longer take any of those pills and you will not
use any other form of birth control. All my clients are
routinely checked to ensure they do not have any STD's
so you do not have to worry about contracting anything.
They do enjoy having sex with married white women if
they know that there is a chance of breeding them with
a black baby."
"No, I can't do that," Janet cried. "What if I get
pregnant, I could never explain that to my husband and
family."
"You can and you will do as I say. You had best buy
some potent douche and bring it with on your dates.
That way you at least will have some chance of not
getting pregnant at least for a while," he cold
heartily said. "Now you west be on you way home. I will
call when I have an appointment for you." And with that
said he gathered up his camera equipment, putting the
tape safely in his inner pocket and departed, leaving
her standing in the room all alone.
Composing herself as best she could, Janet quickly
applied makeup to hide her tears and to at least look
somewhat presentable before departing the room. Just
after she had entered the elevator to make her way to
the parking garage the elevator reopened and the same
elderly couple entered in the elevator. As the elevator
began its decent, the old woman looked directly at
Janet and mouthed the words, which Janet could clearly
distinguish as "whore".
Looking beyond the woman Janet could not help be notice
the lecherous stare by the gentleman. It was obvious he
had his own thoughts about her. Embarrassed even
further then before all Janet could do was look down at
the floor and not return the looks of her companions in
the elevator.
When the elevator reached the parking garage level,
Janet immediately exited and made her way to her car
for the drive home. As she drove home as quickly as
possible numerous thoughts raced through her mind. Was
she really now a whore like the old woman had
indicated? Hadn't she been forced to do allow the
events of the afternoon to occur? But, why had she
responded so, having not one but many orgasms as the
two strangers had taken complete advantage of her body.
She was nearing their neighborhood when she realized
the lack of panties and the copious amounts of cum that
had been deposited in her had leaked from her still wet
slit and now had made her skirt and the car seat wet
with the evidence of her infidelity.
Arriving home, Janet drove into the garage and went
directly to their master bedroom, stripping her soiled
clothing and shoving them into the bottom of the hamper
she quickly stepped into the shower where she attempted
to cleanse her body. Reaching between her legs she
could not help but have an involuntary spasm as she
thought back on the two enormous cocks that had
recently stretched her as never before.
She knew she could not have sex with Rich for sometime
as how could he help but notice how loose she must now
be. As she was fixing her hair after her shower, she
heard the door close and knew that she had just managed
to beat her daughter's return from school.
Supper that night was uneventful though Janet had a
hard time looking at Rich as each time she looked him
directly in the eyes she could not help but remember
how she had recently violated her marriage vows and had
given herself to two strange men.
While she might try to argue that she had not given
herself willingly, the memories of how she had reacted
and the pleasures she had experienced as both men had
had their way, shoving those enormous cocks into the
place only her husband had ever before been. Also
hadn't she wantonly pleasured each man with her
previously virginal mouth, something Rich had tried for
years to get her to do for him.
While she was able to make small conversation with her
family, her mind could not wander far from the
afternoon's activities. Deep within her she kept
wondering about when Mr. Jackson would again call her
and what despicable acts she would be required to
perform.
Telling Rich she was not feeling well she went to bed
early that night while he went to the family room to
watch some of his favorite shows. Lying alone in bed
she could not help but run her hands over her breasts
that still were sore from the rough handling by Mr.
Jackson. He had taken great pleasure in pinching her
nipples until the tips were hard. Ten running her hand
over her smooth belly, she soon rubbed her clit till it
once again was hard.
She was almost to the point of bringing herself to
another climax when she heard Rich coming down the hall
to their bedroom. Not wanting him to know she was still
awake she turned away from his side of the bed and
faked being asleep. It was a long while though before
she finally drifted off to sleep still thinking about
the numerous orgasms she had that afternoon.
The next couple of days went by slowly for Janet.
Friday she got up made breakfast and tried to act
normally. After the family had left for work and school
though her thoughts kept coming back to what would her
future be. As she sat at the kitchen table finishing
her breakfast she got her vitamins and the plastic
container that held her birth control pills. She
started to pick the one for that day up and bringing it
almost to her mouth she stopped.
Mr. Jackson had been very emphatic when he had told her
yesterday that from then on she was to immediately stop
taking her birth control pills and that she could not
use any other form of protection like a diaphragm. What
should she do she thought to herself? Without further
hesitation she quickly threw the pill into the sink and
washed it down the drain. One day surely would not make
and difference?
With the weekend arriving, life returned much to normal
and Janet was able to think about family activities.
The went to the high school track meet that the girls
were participating in on Saturday and then all four
went to dinner at a local restaurant. After returning
home the girls departed to meet up with some friends
and go to a movie, leaving Janet and Rich alone at
home.
As Janet was putting some things away in the kitchen
Rich came up behind her and gave her a kiss, his arms
encircling her. "We probably have some privacy for the
next two hours," he said, "why don't we have some fun?"
"No, Rich, please," Janet responded, not wanting to
have sex with her husband for fear he would still be
able to tell that she was now different.
But Rich would not listen to her, as now his hands were
caressing her breasts through her blouse. The urgent,
yet much gentler rubbing then when Mr. Jackson had
roughly mauled her the other day still caused her to
wince as her nipples were still quite tender. Thinking
that her reaction was one of arousal, Rich continued,
slipping his other hand down to the junction between
her legs. While not wanting to give in, this further
stimulation started to have the intended affect on her.
"All right," Janet finally whispered back to Rich, how
could she deny him. "But let me take a quick shower
before we do anything," she said slipping out of his
grasp.
Going to the bedroom, she turned out the lights so it
would be dark when they made love and Rich would not be
able to see any of the lingering marks from the events
of the other day. Janet then got into the shower to
ensure she was as clean as possible for her husband.
She still felt dirty from the illicit sex she had
experienced just a few days before. Drying herself off
after her shower she inspected herself to insure there
were no telltales visible that might make Rich
suspicious.
In the bedroom, Rich had already undressed and was
anxiously awaiting her. But while she was hoping that
their lovemaking would be different and she would react
to her husband in the wanton manner she had with the
two strangers, she quickly realized it would be the
same old thing. Rich was far too quick to position her
on her back and to move atop her.
She wasn't at all ready when he started to fumble with
his little penis and insert it into her still dry
vagina. She kept hoping he would hold out but all too
quickly he came, leaving her high and dry in need of an
urgent release. Shortly after getting his own
satisfaction and telling her how much he loved her,
Rich was sound asleep.
Maybe, she thought this was why she had reacted so the
other day when both Mr. Baker and Mr. Jackson had
brought her to such sexual heights. Knowing she could
not sleep with the still burning need in her loins,
Janet cautiously, without waking her sleeping husband,
crawled out of bed. Going to the kitchen, she looked
around for something that might help her find release.
Thinking first of a carrot, she opened the refrigerator
door, but as she reached for the bag of carrots, she
spotted the perfect item, an 18 inch long cucumber that
immediately reminded her of the two enormous cocks she
had felt this week. Picking it up, she realized it was
too cold, so she put it into the microwave and warmed
it for a few seconds until it had to be about equal to
her body temperature. Then going into the bathroom, she
poured baby oil on it and using it like a big dildo;
she inserted it into her hot cunt and started a welcome
back and forth motion until she brought herself to a
tingling climax.
Recovering somewhat, she took the now very slippery
cucumber back into the kitchen. Disposing of it in the
garbage disposal she thought to herself, I really
should feed this to Rich for all the satisfaction he
gives me. "I need to get one of those vibrators that I
can use for times like this," she thought to herself.
The rest of the weekend went by fairly uneventfully.
The one other disturbing event occurred when the entire
family went to church on Sunday morning. Sitting in
their normal pew right up in the front of the
congregation, Janet listened to the minister talk about
the sins of adultery and the current problems with
prostitution in the downtown area of the city. Janet
felt like he was looking right at her as he proclaimed
the need for sinners to repent. She knew her face must
be red for all to recognize her as one of these
sinners.
Monday also went by with life seeming to have returned
to normal. The one thing that she did do differently
was that each morning on having her coffee when she
normally took her birth control pill, she took the pill
and washed it down the drain. Why was she doing this
she kept asking herself? Wasn't she playing with fire?
But each day she said missing one day won't hurt, I
will still be protected; besides I don't intend to do
anything again.
Chapter Four: Second Appointment, First Real Client
Then on Tuesday morning after the family had departed
and as she was cleaning up the kitchen, the telephone
rang.
"Hello," she replied without even thinking.
"Good morning Janet. Jackson here. I told you I would
give you good warning so you can make up a good excuse
for being gone. I have a client who you will meet at
the downtown Hilton at 10:30 on Thursday. His name is
Tyrone Thomas. He will have a table reserved at the
restaurant and will treat you to a light brunch before
you adjourn to his hotel room where you will treat him
to what ever his heart desires.
"Mr. Thomas is a very important client of mine and I
expect him to sign a sizeable contract with my company
before he leaves town. You are to ensure that he signs
that contract. If you perform well I will see that a
debit is made to your account. In fact if you perform
like you did for Ron and me last week, I suspect you
may earn a sizeable tip. Do you understand what is
expected of you?" he asked?
Shivers ran down her spine and she felt weak in the
knees. It was all she could do to answer him, but
softly she replied, "Yes, I will be there."
Then, he asked, "Have you followed my instructions from
last week?"
"What do you mean?" Janet replied.
"Have you stopped taking your birth control pills?"
Again hesitating with her reply, she finally responded,
"Yes, I have not taken any since last week. Please, you
don't really expect me to leave myself unprotected do
you?"
"I told you last week that you could buy some strong
douche, but no, you are not to have any other form of
birth protection. I told Mr. Thomas that you would be a
married white wife who was no longer protected and he
was very pleased. Also have you ever gone Greek?" He
asked?
"What do you mean Greek?" Janet stammered.
"I mean have you ever had anal intercourse?" he fairly
shouted at her over the phone."
"Oh, god no, that's so dirty! I haven't even considered
doing that with Rich." What she didn't say is that on
several occasions Rich had actually tried to get her to
let him do it in her bottom.
"Well you better be prepared because I know Mr. Thomas
takes a fancy to that and once I tell him you are a
virgin I am sure he will take great pleasure in
breaking you in" he laughed.
"Now I suggest that you make up a good story so your
husband will not get suspicious. Mr. Thomas knows to
ensure that you are on your way home by 2:30 so you are
home and recovered before your family gets home. Oh,
you should be delighted to hear, Mr. Thomas is very
well endowed, and I understand he can please the ladies
beyond compare. I expect you will enjoy it despite your
feelings. Good day."
As she hung up, Janet slipped to the floor and sat
there just staring across the room. It was true! She
was now just a prostitute and arrangements had just
been made for her first paying customer. She could feel
her entire body shaking, but was it in fear or in
anticipation of the potential that she would again feel
the pleasures she had experienced last week. What would
Mr. Thomas be like? Would he really try to have anal
sex with her?
Quickly she wiped that thought from her brain as it was
just too much to deal with. From his name and the way
Mr. Jackson talked, he must certainly be black. Could
she really go through with this meeting? Yes, she knew
she must for she couldn't let Rich ever see those tapes
of her last week with Mr. Baker or let him know of the
mess she had gotten them into. Wasn't this business
arrangement away for her to solver her financial
problems?
Recovering finally from the shock, Janet realized she
had things to do. She needed to visit a drugstore away
from their home and buy a supply of strong douche. What
kind did working lady use, she wondered.
Time seemed to stand still for the next two days. It
was all she could do to not think constantly of what
awaited her at the Hilton on Thursday. Wednesday night
at supper she told Rich that she was going out on
Thursday with some of her friends for lunch and
shopping.
She had actually already been shopping but had hid the
packages in the guestroom closet so that she could pull
them out on her return home on Thursday. If the
afternoon turned out like she expected, she knew she
would not have the time or energy to do any shopping on
Thursday.
Thursday morning finally arrived. After getting the
family off, Janet took a warm soothing bath. She did
not know why but she felt like she did when she was a
high school sophomore getting ready for her first big
date. She picked out new matching bra and panty set and
again put on thigh high nylons. Then picking a nice but
conservative church dress she looked at herself in the
mirror. "So this is what a working whore looks like,
she said to herself.
The drive downtown was uneventful, after last week she
knew right where she was going. Butterflies were still
present in her stomach, but was this form fear or in
anticipation. Parking the car in the garage underneath
the Hilton she took the elevator to the main floor and
proceeded to the restaurant. As it was only mid-morning
there were not many customers present. Upon being
greeted by the Hostess she told him that she was there
to meet Mr. Thomas.
"Please follow me, he is waiting for you at his table,"
replied the Hostess as she led Janet to the same back
corner of the dining room as she had been seated in
with Mr. Baker.
As they approached the table, Janet immediately
realized that Mr. Tyrone Thomas was a very big man, a
very big black man. Seeing her arrive, Mr. Thomas rose
and extended his hand to her.
"Janet, so nice to meet you," he said, "please have a
seat," as he indicated the chair to his right rather
then the normal seat across the table from him.
Janet quickly realized that this placed her very near
to him with their backs to any other customers who
might enter the dining room. However, with the plants
and other decor in the room they really were very
private. This had to be intentional she was sure. The
table was also already filled with a number of dishes
so it was clear they would not be disturbed.
It was almost immediately after sitting down that Janet
felt Mr. Thomas' large hand descend upon her left
thigh. Without any effort it seemed he had raised her
skirt so that in fact his hand was on her bare thigh
gently stroking her. A chill ran down her spine whether
in fear or in anticipation she did not know. What she
knew for sure was that she was helpless to stop his
erotic advances.
"Janet, you are certainly a lovely creature, I am sure
today is going to be a fantastic experience. Please
call me Ty," he commented. "Go ahead and help yourself,
I don't know about you but I am famished. Would you
like some coffee, do you like it black or with cream?"
he asked?
Janet softly replied, "Black please," as she helped
herself to some fruit.
As he poured her he gave her a wink and gently squeezed
her upper thigh. "I knew you would be a black only," he
replied.
The conversation throughout the meal was actually very
pleasant though Janet could feel his hand constantly
moving closer to the junction between her legs. She
could tell that she was already getting wet in what she
now realized was anticipation not fear. It was not long
before his finger was inserting itself beyond her
panties and was rubbing her clit, which responded by
immediately becoming erect, almost like it was she who
had a penis.
Where a week ago with Mr. Baker, Janet had dreaded
every moment and was not sure if she would go with him
to his room, now it was clear to her now that she was
looking forward to the privacy of Mr. Thomas' room.
However, Ty seemed in no immediate hurry as he
continued to feast on the more then ample food. His
hand was now continuing to stimulate Janet to the point
that she was no longer able to concentrate on eating.
Just when Janet thought his manipulations were going to
bring her to a welcome climax he stopped and with drew
his hand. Janet felt at a loss, why was he stopping?
She needed the release.
"I think it is time you felt what I have in store for
you this afternoon," he said. Taking a hold of her hand
he maneuvered it under the table and placed it into his
lap.
Janet could not help but be surprised by the feel of
the enormous monster that was in his pants. She could
not believe it was really his manhood, it had to be
even larger then Mr. Jackson's and she didn't think
they could come any larger.
The end... for now!
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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