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Story title : Price of Too Much Debt - 2
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Price of Too Much Debt - 2
by jaacajjk (jaacajjk@aol.com)
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In earlier chapters, Janet Ross, a church going married
white wife with two teenage daughters is blackmailed by
a black loan shark, Mr. Ron Jackson. Having fallen
deeply in debt, Janet is forced to work for Mr. Jackson
providing herself to his clients. (MF, nc, intr,
blkmail)
WARNING: 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 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 is 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. "Oh, one last thing, I want you to
shed your fur coat."
"What do you mean?" Janet asked.
"I want you to either shave your pussy hair off or go
some where and have it removed. My customers like the
baby smooth feel" he said.
"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?
What would she tell her husband when he found she had
shaved her pussy hair?
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.
"So do you like what you feel?" he asked as he smiled
down at her. "I usually have to take my time with new
girls till they get accustomed to my size, but I never
have any complaints afterwards."
"Ah, I don't know if I can handle anyone as big as you
are." Janet stammered. Food was no longer on her mind;
she realized she wanted to see how big he really was.
"Can we go up to your room; I don't think I can wait
much longer." She quietly said to him. Janet couldn't
believe she was had actually said those words. She was
now anxiously looking forward to servicing he first
client, or should she call him a "JOHN"?
Ty was quick to pick up on the changed mood of Janet.
"Certainly, my dear," he responded, "I am sure I am
going to enjoy the desert I intend to have up in my
room."
His response left little doubt on what he intended to do
to her, sending another wave of chill through her body.
Rising from the table as he gave her a hand, Janet
walked with an air of confidence she had not previously
had as they made their way to the elevators. Ty placed
his arm around her and as if signaling to all around
that she was his woman he let his hand rest or her right
buttock.
Once they we in the elevator he continued to rub her
bottom and turning her towards him bent down to give her
a warm kiss. Tilting her head back she eagerly accepted
his lips and when his tongue pushed between her lips she
hungrily socked on it. Janet did not even flinch as the
elevator stopped on the 3rd floor and a family of five,
mother father and three young girls stepped in beside
them. Gone was her care for what others may think of
her. Her thoughts were now just on the anticipated
activities she knew awaited her when they got to Ty's
room.
When the elevator arrived at their floor, Janet and Ty
walked down the hall to the exact same room that Janet
has spent the afternoon in last week. Again, Janet was
filled with apprehension, however today it seemed of a
different type. Was she actually looking forward to the
afternoon's activities? Little was she to know but over
the next few months she would visit this same room very
frequently and in fact get to know the feel of the big
king sized bed with a man on it pumping her full of his
sperm better then her own martial bed.
Upon entering Ty again gave her a long kiss and patting
her on the ass said, "why don't you just go ahead and
undress for me?" as he sat down in the large easy chair.
This was it, here she was a prostitute, no a whore about
to undress for her first client. Then moving somewhat
stiffly, she went to take took her heels off.
Ty, however stopped her by saying, "No wait, save those
for last, I love to see a beautiful naked lady in just
her heels."
Following his directions, Janet began to strip while he
sat watching her. She kept looking at him, not sure what
emotions she felt. As she unzipped her dress and let it
fall from her body a cold shiver ran down her spine. But
the shiver was not from the cold as the room was
pleasantly warm and Janet knew she was actually quite
hot. Then she reached behind to unhook her brassiere and
dropped it on top of the dress by the bed. She then
slowly slid her matching panties down and stepped out of
them leaving her in just her thigh high nylons and
heels. Janet thought his gaze was the most intense she
had ever felt as he looked at her bare, bald pussy from
less than three feet away, and let out a low rumbling
wolf whistle.
"Damn baby!" His voice was filled with respect, and
adoration, but hardly raised above a whisper. "That's
what I call eaten pussy."
Ty saw that the nipples of her breasts were puckered
tightly and that her face was flushed as she stood
facing him waiting for his next move.
Janet realized what she was doing was evil and ugly, but
she could not do anything to stop it or to stop the
yearning that she had for what she was about to do. No
matter what her church up bringing was, she knew deep
inside this was what she was meant to be, a whore, a
working whore serving men, especially big black men. As
much as she might later try to erase the images from her
mind afterward, each tiny detail of the next few hours
would be burned into her mind like an EPROM in a
computer.
Ty then rose and began to strip. He wasted no time
getting out of his shirt, and pants shedding his shoes
in the process. When he was down to his silk black
boxers Janet was already panting. Then turning away he
lowered his shorts letting them puddle to the floor
before turning to give her more than an eye full of his
equipment. Once was down to his under shorts, he sat on
the end of the bed close to her. He had an athletic
build, with thick muscles and his long black cock could
be seen poking through his shorts.
"You have such a beautiful body," he smiled at her. "I
suspect that you are a little nervous right now though,
but there's no need. Mr. Jackson told me this was your
first time. But, there always has to be a first time and
I am sure you are going to enjoy the afternoon. Now why
don't you just lie back and relax and we'll get to know
each other a little better, okay?
She sat down beside him for a moment, and then she let
herself lean back to stretch out on the large bed. As
boldly and easily as if he'd known her all his life, he
sat and ran one hand up the inside of Janet's leg. She
shuddered.
Ty kept stroking her leg and talking to her, then after
a minute or so, she lifted one knee a little bit and let
her legs open more. He grinned even wider and cupped his
hand over her pubic mount. He began working his finger
in her and she stiffened a little, closing her eyes. He
kept fingering her and after a while Janet sighed.
There now," he said softly, "I believe you are getting
nice and wet now. I guess I should let you see the rest
of me." Then turning away he lowered his shorts letting
them puddle to the floor before turning to give her more
than an eye full of his equipment. Janet stared open
mouthed, and had the stupidest expression on her face as
drool formed around her lips at the sight of his onyx
monolith. And it was only at half-mast at that.
He then got up onto the bed and knelt between her legs,
his penis now completely erect. Continuing to play with
her, he didn't lie down on her immediately but knelt
there, showing her his hard-on with sly patience until
she stared nervously at the thick length and the
swollen, purplish black head that was about to be thrust
into her.
"It isn't going to bite you, Sweetheart" he chuckled. He
took her hand, put it on his cock and held it there.
"It's okay. Get acquainted with it some."
Janet felt embarrassed and miserable but she still
grasped that rigid, wicked looking thing when he took
his hand away. She could hardly get her fingers around
it. "Go on," he prompted and she hesitantly stroked it.
"You can do it better than that," he chided. Wetting her
palm with her tongue she grasped it again and took
longer strokes.
In retrospect Janet supposed it was just the shock of
seeing her first uncircumcised penis that made it look
so huge, but the damn thing was bigger than any cock
she'd ever seen in her life, and lived up to the legend,
and then some. Not quite as long as her forearm, or as
thick as her wrist by any stretch of the imagination,
but it was damn near three times bigger than her
husband's small penis, and probably half again as big as
Mr. Jackson's.
"That's the way," Ty said in a soft, purring tone, "get
it nice and hard for us." It seemed weird to Janet the
way his foreskin reacted when she pulled down along the
length of his shaft as if she were peeling it away from
the deep purple/black headed treasure knob underneath.
Her eyes already wide as she held him went wider still.
Her face drew closer and closer with each passing
second. Her tongue came out, and she took a swipe at the
uncovered head to taste it, and then pulled back sharply
after realizing what she had just done. All of her
sensibilities exploding into nova dots that flashed
before her eyes. And suddenly she had the whole head of
his cock in her mouth, and headed half way down my
throat.
She had to use both of her hands around the shaft as she
sucked on it to keep from gagging, but by then Ty had
lifted her up, and turned her inverted so that she was
squatting over his face. Just the touch of his tongue
rasping against her clit set off another explosion, this
time multiple mini orgasms that shorted out every
grating nerve ending in her body.
The next thing Janet knew she was flat on her back
looking up at Ty's face. "Okay, here we go, Sweetheart.
Put it where it belongs and let's enjoy ourselves." He
slowly lowered onto her. She cocked her knees back as
she guided his erection to her, only flinching a little
as he slowly pushed the head slowly into her. He took
his time not wanting to hurt her but she could not help
from flinching as the longest cock she had ever seen,
longer then she ever even dreamed they came pushed is
way into her depths. He seemed to take an awfully long
time, riding her with long, slow strokes. She lay
somewhat stiff under him at first but as he continued to
stroke in her and her juices started to flow even more,
she let her breath out in little grunts as he rocked
away at her.
At one point, she cried out "God, no more, its too big!"
"Easy baby, it's all in you now," Ty's voice like a
soothing balm on a boil about to pop. "Just relax, I
know you feel stretched out, but babies come out of
there, and I am no where near that big."
He was right of course, but to Janet it still felt like
somebody had shoved their hands up her pussy, and were
trying to applaud while in there.
However Ty gave her plenty of time to let her body get
accustomed to that awesome girth, and length of his cock
by just laying still over top of her resting his weight
on his arms for good measure. A patient lover and one
only concerned with their partner's pleasure first
always get their way. And soon Janet's pussy began to
lubricate again as it got over the shock of being
stretched out to the size of Lake Erie.
She was already perspiring profusely, her flesh a sheen
of salty meltdown when Ty eased back out of her
slightly, then eased all the way back in.
Her cunt was so packed full of his cock that it was
making slushy noises, and Janet sure she blushed every
time she heard them. But it gave her the time to realize
the stark contrast in coloring that the two of them
Janet and Ty fucked for what seemed to be hours, with
Janet experiencing an orgasm every five minutes or so,
and Ty cumming with a flood into her sopping cunt.
Just as he came, she expelled a long "ahhhh-uh!' and
lifted up to him.
When it was over, Janet asked herself, "How could I have
responded to him that way? She rolled onto her side,
breathing deeply, her eyes unfocused. There were wet
streaks on her lower belly.
"I'm going to take a little break now," Ty said to
Janet, "but stay nice and warm." Janet sat up, hugging
herself. When he returned, Janet dropped to her knees
without being told, and took his penis in her hand,
bringing it to her mouth. She licked her lips and then
suckled him, her head moving back and forth with a slow,
steady movement until he came fully erect. Then she
stopped, holding it in her hand as if waiting for
instructions.
Well, Janet, have you ever taken it up the ass?" was his
next comment to her.
She shook her head quickly. "No! I can't do that."
"Aw, come on now, Sweetheart," Ty said soothingly,
sitting down next to her and taking her hands. "There
has to be a first time. You're going to like it, once it
gets going, believe me."
"No," she protested again, fear, yet anticipation coming
over her.
Leaning down to her and cupping her chin in his hand and
turning her head so she had to look at him. She squirmed
and cried, pulling against Ty's grasp.
"It only smarts right at first, and then it gets good,
really good. I'll use some lubricant to make it go
easier. I tell you what: You let me know when it hurts
too much and I'll back off. But you have got to
understand that, sooner or later, you're going get it in
you."
She responded to him with a soft, "Okay" and a nod of
her head.
"That's better. Okay, here we go." Ty stated
affirmatively.
Janet was still for a time then, softly whimpering as Ty
got behind her and parted her butt cheeks to apply some
lubricant from the nightstand to her anal cleft. Ty then
hiked her hips up higher and nudged her legs further
apart. He stroked her exposed flanks in anticipation
before spreading her cheeks with one hand and inserted a
finger into her anus.
She tensed and gasped.
"Ok, Sweetheart," Ty chuckled, "that's only a little
finger. You are going to think you got a damn horse up
your ass pretty quick."
"No," she protested, trying to squirm away. "Please
don't!"
"Oh, come on, now! Stop your fussing and relax! Just get
set, Sweetheart, and we'll get it over with."
"Ow! Oh, no!" Janet screamed and tried to lean away as
he set the tip of his sizable manroot to her lubricated
opening and pressed forward a little. "Oh, God, it
hurts!"
"There, there, Honey," Ty told her in a tone someone
might use to gentle a frightened horse. "I know it does.
But we have to break you in right, don't we? He pressed
forward a bit more.
Janet hissed, arching her neck up and going rigid in
agony.
"Okay now," Ty soothed, "we're almost there. I am going
to give one more big old push and then it'll be in. You
count to three, take another deep breath, and then the
hard part will be all done. Ready?"
Janet shook her head, but when Ty smacked her butt, she
began to count.
"One," she said in a quavering voice.
"Keep going now," he said, holding her hips.
"Two..."
"Come on, Baby," Ty said, "let's get it over with."
Janet sucked in a quick breath. "Three."
Ty shoved forward again, hard, Janet howled in pain and
then went rigid, the cords standing out on her neck.
"Uhhh!" she moaned. "Oh Jesus, it hurts!"
"We got most of it there. Let's get it all in now. Try
pushing back at me, real nice and slow."
She cautiously rocked backward, caught a breath, then
pushed back again, wincing as his pelvis pressed snugly
against her buttocks. "There you go, Sweetheart, we did
it!
It's a different kind of feeling, isn't it?"
He pulled back and then wedged into her again. She
stiffened. He withdrew a little, paused, and pushed
again.
"Uh!" she exclaimed, but with less vehemence than
before, then sighed. "Now that's the way," he chuckled.
"I told you it would get easier, didn't I?"
Head hanging, Janet was silent, and Ty relaxed his hold,
as he started slow, steady strokes to her, grunting
softly, clucking to her as if she were a horse he was
riding. He could clearly hear the rasp of her 'uh, uh,
uh' as he rode her.
"Ok," he breathed, after a while, "we're going to go for
it now, Janet Baby. Are you all ready?"
"Please don't come inside me," she begged in a low
voice.
"Oh, I have to," Ty said firmly. He pulled back, paused
a second and then humped hard, grasping her hips tightly
and growling in his throat as he pounded the rippling
flesh of her abused buttocks.
"Yes!" he bellowed and moment later.
She lifted her head, just as Ty finished.
There was a strange, thin little smile on her lips, her
eyelids fluttered, and her mouth dropped open in dumb
delight as she pushed backward to accept his final
thrust.
"Oh now, that was just fine!" Ty commented as he eased
out of her.
"But, damn, we got a little mess here, Sweetheart. Go a
towel from the bathroom and wipe me off, won't you."
Naked and violated, she took a fresh washcloth and wiped
his genitals. When he was clean, she dabbed at her anus
with the rag.
"I'd better go to the bathroom," she told him.
As she walked to the bathroom with a tight, ungraceful
waddle, Ty saw the pale streaks of moisture still on the
inside of her thighs, mixed with a darker wetness.
When she returned from the bathroom, he said to her "You
can go ahead and get dressed."
Janet dressed slowly feeling both glad the day was over
but also proud of the fact she had been able to handle
all of him and to do everything he asked her to do
including having her first anal experience.
As she was about to leave, Ty reached over to his
clothes and from his wallet he handed her a stack of
bills. "This is for you, Janet, I have already paid Mr.
Jackson, and this is extra because I am pleased with
your service."
As she walked down the hall to the elevator, she looked
at the bills he had shoved into her hand. She was
shocked to see that he had given her $500.00, and this
was just a tip? Janet realized that this really did
confirm that she was now a true profession. She was a
working prostitute.
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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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