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Keylee's Descent: Bull Jones II
by Shooter3704 (Jack298@charter.net)
***
After more than eight years Keylee, a young widow, is
reunited with her old friend, Bull Jones. (MMF, intr,
prost)
***
I had not seen Alvin C. Jones in over eight years, but
I recognized him immediately. He was bigger and his
head was completely shaved, but it could be none other
than the man they called Bull. Bull wasn't someone you
forgot very easily. My name is Keylee.
Bull Jones was standing inside the Crescent City Mall
looking in a shop window. His hands were in his pockets
and he whistled silently. He appeared to be studying a
display of shirts and ties.
"You would look good in that black silk shirt with the
gray tie," I said, easing up beside him.
"Not much on wearing ties," he said in his deep low
voice. "How you doin', Keylee? Been a while." He didn't
glance around at me and he didn't sound surprised to
have me standing beside him in a crowded shopping mall
after eight years and five hundred miles from where he
last saw me. Bull Jones wasn't a man who was surprised
very much.
"You saw me, didn't you?" I said looking at his
reflection in the window.
"Yeah, I saw you a while ago."
"Why didn't you say something then?"
"Wasn't sure how you would react. I mean it's been a
long time and I heard you got married and had a bunch
of kids."
"You heard right on marriage, but not about children.
Got married and got widowed. My husband died two years
ago. Where did you disappear to, anyway?"
"Joined the navy and saw the world. I was in for six
years. Sorry about your husband. I figure he was a good
man, if you married him. Did I know him?"
"Yes, you and he were in the same class. Sam Hollings."
"Hell yes, I knew Sammy," Bull said turning to face me.
"Dammed sorry, Keylee."
"We got married the summer after I graduated," I told
him. "Sam had gone to work for his father at the
building material store." I didn't mention that the
following year Sam's father dropped dead of a heart
attack and Sam sold the business for a bunch of money.
Sam invested the money in some computer stock that made
even more money. Sam's passing had left me well off.
Empty and lonely, but well off. "Sam was only twenty
five when a drunk driver ran into his car."
"Shit happens," Bull said. "It's true that the good die
young. Want to get a beer?"
He led me out of the mall to his car and we drove to a
nearby pub. In the two years since Sam passed I had not
been alone in the company of any man, yet it felt right
to have a drink with Bull.
I tried to remember when he got named Bull, but I
couldn't. He had been called Bull ever since I had know
him. That would have been the sixth grade when my
family moved to town.
For some unexplained reason Bull and I became close
friends and remained so through his senior year. I had
to miss one grade because of a childhood decease so
Bull had gotten a grade ahead of me. He was one of the
few who came to my house to visit me while I was
confined. He came nearly every day until my father
found out about the black kid who came while he was at
work. That put a stop to the visits. My dad was a great
man, but he was a flaming bigot. He died as he lived,
hating anyone who wasn't as white as he.
Dad saw Bull as a black kid, but I never gave a
moment's thought about his skin color. To me he was
just a friend. Later in high school we never dated, but
I would have gone out with him in a minute. I never
told Bull, but it really pissed me off when he told me
all about his girlfriends. I knew he was having sex
with them because the whole school knew about it. I
never let on to him that I had a terrible crush on him.
When he disappeared from town I thought I would never
see him again. After Sam and I dated and got serious, I
filed Bull Jones back in a private pocket in my mind
and got on with my life. Now Bull sat across from me.
"Funny ain't it?" Bull said as if reading my mind. "Me
and you here after all this time."
"Indeed it is funny," I replied. "Do you live here in
town?"
"No just passing through. To tell the truth I was
looking for you."
"Really?" I asked surprised. "The mall meeting wasn't
an accident?"
"No, no accident. I followed you from your house."
"Bull, why didn't you just knock on my door?"
"I didn't know about your husband dieing until you told
me. I didn't want to just show up and shock hubby or
your neighbors. I found out where you were living and I
looked your address up. I have to say, Keylee, that the
years sure have been nice to you. I swear you're even
prettier than you used to be, and that's saying a lot."
"Now haven't you turned into a silver tongued dude," I
said blushing. "Thank you, Bull, for the flattery." I
have no idea why his compliment made me feel so good,
but it did.
Over the next hour, we drank beer and talked about old
times. For the first time since Sam died I felt alive.
In that hour I smiled and laughed more than the past
two years total. Bull Jones, proved he was good
medicine again.
"How about dinner?" Bull suggested. "I think I can
scrape up enough to buy you a burger. No fries, but at
least a burger."
"That sounds great, Bull," I said. "I have a better
idea. I have a couple of steaks in the refrigerator.
I'll grill them and make a salad. How does that sound
to you?"
"Sounds like you don't want to be seen with a black
man," he said seriously.
"Black man? You're black? Eek!" I said loudly enough to
be heard several tables away. "If you ever even hint
that I feel that way again, I'll smack all the black
off of you," I said lowering my voice. "You of all
people should know better, Bull."
"Yeah, sorry 'bout that. Didn't used to be so
sensitive. Steak sounds good to me, Keylee. I just want
you to know that my money situation is only temporary.
Had a few reversals lately. Why don't I bring some beer
or a bottle of wine?"
"Beer, I don't have, but there is a lot of wine at the
house. Sam loved his wine."
***
An hour later Bull tinkered with the gas grill while I
rummaged around in the kitchen making a salad. I
reminded myself to go grocery shopping. I had only been
buying enough for one since Sam died.
"Hey, Keylee," Bull called through the patio door.
"What ever happened to Sarah Miller?"
"I don't know," I called back. "I lost track of her
after Sam and I moved here. What made you think of...oh
yeah. You and Sarah were an item, weren't you?"
"I don't know about being an item," Bull said, coming
in the door wiping his hands. "I just thought of her, I
guess."
"Come on, Bull," I teased. "This is me, remember? Have
you forgotten crying on my shoulder when she dumped
you?"
"She didn't dump me," he said smiling at me. "Her old
man found out she was dating a nigger and he dumped me.
Somebody told me that she was on husband number three
or maybe four."
"Was Sarah your first white girl?" I don't know where
that came from but he took the question in stride.
"No, not the first. Becky Tyler's mother was the first
"
"You're kidding me! Mrs. Tyler and you? How did that
happen?"
"I mowed lawns my senior year. I mowed their yard and
one afternoon she brought me a glass of ice tea. One
thing led to another and we got it on. I did it to
Becky, too, but that was later."
I got the steaks out and took them to the patio. Bull
got the cooking utensils and followed me. After I put
the steaks on we sat down at the table.
"Well, weren't you quite the stud? Got the mother and
the daughter." I said smiling at him. "I guess the
rumors about you were true, huh?"
"Some were, I guess," he said smiling back.
"How come nearly every girl in school knew more about
you than I did?"
"That's not true. No other girl knew me as well as you
did. I told you things I never told another living
soul."
"Bull, just out of curiosity, how come you never tried
to put the make on me? Didn't I appeal to you? No,
don't answer that! It's..."
"Hell, Keylee," Bull said. "You were the only girl that
really appealed to me. How come I didn't try anything?
Simple. I knew you would beat yourself up if you had
sex with a black guy. I would never have done anything
to fuck you up. You were my friend. I figured
friendship was a lot more important than a piece of
tail." I didn't even try to answer that for a while.
"Thank you, Bull," I finally managed to say. "You were
wrong about one thing. I wouldn't have beat myself up
at all. How do you want your steak cooked?"
"Cremated," he answered, getting up to stand beside me
at the grill. "No kidding? It would have been all right
if we...I mean, if me and you had sex?"
"Bull, my old friend, at the time I wanted it more than
anything else in the world. I had such fantasies about
you. When I heard the stories about you and other girls
I was insanely jealous. God, how I hated them...and you
too, sometimes. Once when Marty Jenkins told me about
you and her. I seriously considered killing both of
you."
"Damn! I never had a clue, Keylee," Bull said putting
his arm across my shoulders. "Once I saw you naked and
I jacked off for weeks thinking about you."
"You did not! When did you see me naked?" I demanded.
"There was a hole in the janitors closet in the boys
shower room. We could see in the girl's shower. I was
peeking through it one afternoon and you came in the
shower. Talk about a closely guarded secret. Hardly
anybody knew about the peephole."
"Are you serious?" I said laughing. "Almost every girl
in school knew about it. We just didn't care." He
chuckled and hugged me tighter and I could smell him.
That peculiar musky order that I loved so much those
many years ago. Suddenly I wanted him more than
anything I have ever wanted. I was wet and it was the
first time in a long, long time that I felt like a
woman. Also, I was shaking like a leaf.
"Let's get something out of the way before we eat.
Something long overdue," Bull said, turning off the
gas. He took the fork from my trembling hand and tossed
it aside. He turned me toward him and leaned down and
put his lips onto mine. Time simply stopped moving.
Everything else in the world disappeared and there was
only Bull Jones and me.
Bull took my clothes off one item at a time until I was
naked. Then he stood still and let me strip him. Taking
his clothes off was harder because I had to stop and
caress his ebony skin. I pulled his shorts down and his
cock sprang out.
"Oh my God!" I said. "Now I know why you're called
Bull. No woman can take that thing."
"Any woman can," he said. "We'll take it nice and slow,
but believe me, Keylee, you are going to get fucked
with it." He swooped me up and I directed him to my
bedroom. I was both frightened and excited.
I had heard the term "basking in the afterglow", but
frankly I had never experienced it...until that night.
I just assumed it was something writers wrote about in
the romance novels, but it is a real phenomenon. I lay,
unable, or at least unwilling to move, beside Bull's
huge body. I tingled, really tingled, and that had
never happened to me before. Sex with Sam had always
been good. At least I thought it was good. Sex with
Bull was in another category all together.
The first coupling between Bull and me was hard, and
nothing more than raw passion, and that suited me just
fine. He was right about his manhood. It did fit after
a few minutes. It helped that I was soaking wet when he
inserted his huge penis into me. I made the mistake of
calling it a penis and he carefully explained that it
wasn't a penis. It was a cock. In the space of a few
minutes I had a brand new vocabulary. Cunt, tits,
knockers, pussy, dick, cock, and fuck. Of course I had
heard the terms, but they weren't part of my personal
vocabulary.
The first time I came, which was within a bare minute
of his thrusting, was wonderful. I saw fireworks in my
head. The second was even bigger and better. In the
space of thirty minutes I had over a dozen thundering
orgasms. Not all of them were with the flashing lights
and thunderous crashes, but all of them were great.
I was startled out of my mental wandering by Bull's
hand cupping my breast and squeezing my nipple. My
first though was he couldn't be wanting more. I knew he
had came several times and it couldn't be possible that
he was ready to go some more. I was wrong. My hand
accidentally brushed his cock and it was rigid again.
He rolled over and kissed me. Gently at first then with
increasing passion until I was a seething caldron of
lust. I didn't wait for him to mount me. I jumped on
top of him and I put his dick to the entrance of my
pussy. He hunched his hips and sent half of his
wonderful cock in me.
"Ride my cock, baby girl," Bull said. "Fuck me, Keylee!
Fuck that cock!" I did as he ordered. I bucked,
bounced, and rode his black cock until I nearly fainted
from the intensity of our love making, if it can be
called that. Honestly, I'm not sure what to call it.
A short while later I lay in Bull's arms and dozed for
a few minutes. I was completely sated and more than a
little tired. My wet, matted pussy was awash with his
semen.
"You know what I want?" Bull murmured bedside me.
"Oh God, Bull!" I managed to croak. "I can't take
anymore. My pussy is sore and throbbing."
"Get over yourself, girl," Bull said laughing. "I was
thinking about those steaks still on the grill. I'm
starved. Let's go eat something."
While Bull went to relight the fire, I staggered to the
shower and tried to revive myself. The shower did help
and by the time I joined Bull on the patio I felt about
half human again. By the time the steaks were cooked
and I had drank a glass of wine, I was almost
completely normal. I still tingled, but it was a good
feeling. The afterglow followed me.
I watched Bull tending the steaks and thought that an
old fantasy had become reality and the reality was even
better than the fantasy ever had been.
After we ate and drank some more wine it was getting
late. I asked Bull where he was staying.
"Motel Six, out on the highway," he answered. "I wasn't
sure how long I would be around so I only paid for
tonight."
"Go get your stuff and you can stay here tonight...and
tomorrow night and the next might," I said. I'm not
sure exactly when I made that decision, but apparently
I had. "As long as you want to stay," I added taking
his big hand in my smaller one. He gave me a
questioning look. "Yes, Bull, I'm very serious." There
was no way I was going to let him out of my life again.
That night Bull Jones, my old friend, became my new
lover...for lack of a better word.
***
It was like I had discovered sex for the first time.
Over the next week, Bull and I were hardly out of
physical contact. For the first four days we relied on
delivered food. Pizza, Mexican, Chinese, and Thai food
kept us with enough strength to keep fucking. Fucking
was what it was and that's what I decided to call it.
We managed to get dressed and go grocery shopping later
in the week, but hurried back to bed as quickly as we
could.
Our first time was great and it just kept getting
better. Bull, being the gentleman he was, always made
his first entry slowly and carefully until I adjusted
to his size. The illness that caused me to miss one
school year also caused me to be unable to conceive, so
birth control wasn't a concern. That was a good thing
because Bull spent gallons of semen in me. I didn't
know any man could eject that much semen.
That week was a learning process for me. I learned
things about myself that I hadn't known. First and
foremost was how much I loved fucking. I also
discovered that I liked anal sex. I didn't care much
for it the first time Bull put that log in my butt, but
it got better and better. Another thing I discovered
was I really liked giving head. Several times I
experienced orgasms while sucking Bull. I also found
out I liked the taste of cum.
All these discoveries surprised me to varying degrees.
I had sucked my husbands cock, but not for very long
and I never allowed him to shoot-off in my mouth. Sam
never ate me. He had a terrible hang-up about it and
that was one of the new discoveries I liked the best.
Bull loved to service me orally. He spend hours eating
my pussy and I loved every minute of it.
On Saturday, one week to the day I found Bull in the
mall, we were temporarily caught up on sex and decided
to get to know one another better. Up to that point
pillow talk mainly consisted of Bull telling me what to
do and me yelling loudly for him to fuck me.
"So why did you come looking for me?" I asked him. We
were on the sunlit patio. I was working on my tan and
Bull was drinking beer and sitting nearby in the shade.
"Not sure," he answered slowly. "I was in Daytona and
one night a couple weeks ago you popped into my mind.
Right out of the blue, there you were. I thought about
you a lot over the years, but nothing like that. I made
up my mind to look you up...someday. Fate took over and
sent me on my quest a lot sooner than I planed. So here
I am."
"Fate? What happened?"
"I had a few girls working for me and one night one of
them tried to roll an undercover cop. They brought a
lot of heat down on me and it seemed like a good idea
to haul ass."
"Working for you? You mean yow were...oh...I, I see." I
sputtered.
"I was an entertainment manager," he said grinning at
me. "Pimp to the cops. Are you shocked? Disgusted?
Sick?"
"No, nothing like that," I said, surprised that I
wasn't shocked speechless. "I guess I had a impression
about pimps and you don't fit into my concept of one. I
thought pimps were low-life sleeze-balls."
"I'm glad you don't think I'm a sleez-ball," Bull said.
"The bitch that got us cross-ways with the law was a
new girl. She was recommended by a guy I knew. She
violated one of my hard and fast rules. Fuck the
customers, but don't fuck with them. Anyway, I was
suddenly foot-loose and fancy free so I started looking
for you. Took me three days to find out where you lived
and another two days to actually find you. Boy, I'm
glad I did! There you have it. The story of my life.
What about you? I gather you are not gainfully employed
or you would have been fired by now."
"Actually, Bull, for the past two years I've been
vegetating. Just going through the motions of living.
After Sam died, I went into some off-the-wall limbo
state. No, I have a pretty good income from the
investments Sam made. He also had a big insurance
policy. I should go to work just to have something to
do and a reason to get out of bed, but so far I haven't
even looked to see what's out there." I didn't add that
mostly I've been sitting around feeling sorry for
myself. "Then you showed up and now you know my story.
What now?"
"Want to fuck?" he asked grinning at me.
"Don't mind if I do," I answered giggling like a silly
school girl. "Thought you'd never ask."
***
On Monday evening we ventured out of the house. We
dressed and went to a movie and then to dinner. It was
nice and we both enjoyed ourselves. In fact we had so
much fun we went out again on Tuesday afternoon.
Nothing as fancy as Monday night. I knew Bull was short
on cash and it seemed odd to me that a man who made his
living off of women, should have so much trouble
letting me pay.
"It's different," he said seriously when I stopped
teasing him. "Not sure exactly how, but it is. I got to
find something to turn a few bucks." I had a sudden
chill. What if he left town to work somewhere else? "I
guess I should get out of your bed long enough to look
around and see what the market is."
"I'm sure you'll be able to find something," I said.
"Bull," I said hesitantly, "you know I can afford to
keep both of us in pretty good style, don't you?"
"I guess you could," he answered taking my hand. "Not
my style not be pulling my own weight. I'll scout
around and find a couple ladies and start myself a
string. I know the head nigger around here. He's from
back home, too. Hell, you might even know him. Name's
Albert Smithson." I thought about it and shook my head.
"We called him Big Al back then. He played football
with me." Then suddenly I remembered him.
"Okay, now I know who you're talking about now," I
said. "I didn't run around with him or anything. I seem
to remember he left school before graduation."
"Yeah, they ran his ass off," Bull said laughing. "He
got the principal's daughter knocked up. At least he
got the blame for it. I don't doubt it, but it could
have been any one of a dozen brothers. Me included. She
did like her black meat. What was her name? Sally? No,
it was Sarah."
"You did her, too?"
"Oh yeah, a couple of times," Bull admitted. By that
time we were in the car headed home. At least I thought
we were going home. I questioned Bull when he made a
right turn on sixteenth street. "Thought we'd swing
down to the Green Frog. It's a bar and I hear Big Al
hangs out there. Might as well test the water."
The Green Frog was a dive I would never go into by
myself or even with anyone except Bull. I felt safe
with him. The place seemed crowded for a weeknight
Mixed bunch, but mostly black men. There was also a few
tough looking biker types. Bull spotted Big Al and led
me to the table. The eight years since high school had
not been kind to Albert Smithson. His face was scared
and part of his left ear was missing. He was lean and
mean looking. He looked up as we approached.
"Hey, Bull. Long time no see. Have a seat, Bro." he
glanced at me and smiled. "How you doin, Keylee? And
what the hell you doin' runnin' with this dude?" It was
as if it had been weeks or maybe months since our last
conversation. Not years.
"I'm just tagging along with an old friend," I said
taking a seat at the table. "How are you, Albert?"
"Could be better, but it could be a lot worse. At least
I'm on this side of the sod." He laughed. "Ain't been
called Albert in a while. Bull, I heard you was in
Florida."
"Was until a couple weeks ago. Had to come north for my
health. Looking to put together a string. Heard you was
the man to deal with."
"That would be the truth," Albert said glancing at me
then back to Bull. "What kind of string?"
"Four or five girls," Bull said. "Small potatoes, Al.
Won't get in your way, at all."
"Yeah, so you say, Bull. Anything that takes trade from
me is in my way."
"Oh, have you got clean, white soccer mom types
catering to black men? That's what I'm looking to do.
Won't be working the streets or doing anything south of
Belle Avenue."
"You got to know I ain't looking for any competition,"
Al said getting a cagy look on his battered face. "I
might consider letting you buy in. Kinda like a
franchise. Kinda like Kentucky Fried Chicken. In fact I
got a gal for you. Just met her a couple day ago.
Housewife from the burbs looking for some action. I
planed on taking her on myself."
"What kind of money you talking about for this
franchise, Al?" Bull asked.
"I'm thinkin', 'cause you and me go way back, ten
grand," Al said. "That buys you protected territory.
Keylee working for you?"
"No, I'm his partner," I spoke up before Bull could say
anything.
"Al, ten thousand is way out of line," Bull said
glancing at me. "I could have you whacked for less than
that. Get real, buddy."
"Seven and a half," Al came right back. "Better take
it, Bull. Save you a lot of trouble. Payin' seventy-
five hundred is a lot better than fighting me every
step of the way."
"I'd say so," Bull said. "Okay, maybe I'll think about
something else to get into. I didn't know the franchise
fees were going to be so hefty. See you later, Al." He
started to rise and Al held up his hand.
"Set down, Bull. Don't be so touchy. Hell, I ain't
going to hold you up. We pals from the old
neighborhood. Let's say you pay me five grand. You can
pay twenty-five hundred up front and the other twenty-
five in a couple months when you get goin'. That's
fair, ain't it?"
"I'd say it's fair," Bull said nodding slowly. "I'll
talk it over with my partner," he cut his eyes at me
again. "Get back to you. You ready, Keylee?" He led me
out of the place.
"Partner? Are you out of your mind?" Bull demanded when
we were in the car. "You don't want to get in the
racket. You're...you're...I don't know. You're a lady,
for God's sake."
"Of course I am," I snapped. "A lady who's had a black
man between her legs for the past two weeks. Let me ask
you something, Mister Jones. Do you have five thousand
dollars or even half of it to invest?" He didn't answer
and we rode in silence until we were nearly home.
"Come on, Bull," I said as he pulled in my drive. "It's
just an investment for me. I'll grant you it's self-
serving, but still an investment."
"Self-serving? How so?" he said when we were inside the
house.
"I've kinda got used to having you around. I've missed
you and I don't want you leave town again. I like what
we do together, Bull. I like fucking you." Wow, I said
that right out loud.
***
"Keylee," Bull said. We were lieing on the bed after a
wonderful session of mad passionate sex. "I don't want
you to get involved with my scheme. You don't have any
idea what it's all about. You're a nice white lady
and..."
"Bull," I interrupted him by putting my hand across his
lips. "You're right, of course. I don't know anything
about that business, but you can teach me. Let me do
it, please. I've never been more alive than I have been
these past couple of weeks. I can help you, honey."
Bull didn't say anything for a few minutes.
"Keylee, you got to know that this is a sex business. I
get women to fuck black men for money. I don't force
them, but I do encourage them. You don't know the first
thing about it. I'm the only black man you've ever
fucked. Hell, I'm probably the only black man you know.
Why don't you just loan me the money to get started?
That way you won't be involved."
"You're right," I said. "But like I said, I can learn.
I really want to do this, Bull."
"Dammit, Keylee, you don't really know me. I'm not the
same guy I was in high school. What would you do if I
turned you out to fuck other men? I might, you know.
How would you feel about it if I got a couple brothers
to come fuck you? "
"You would do that?" I asked, knowing full well he
would. "You would make a slut out of me?"
"Hell yes!" He snapped, reaching over and putting a
finger in my pussy. "I'd turn you out in a heartbeat.
I'd even hold your white legs open for a brother to
stick his black cock in you. I'm a rotten fucker,
Keylee." His finger was working his magic on me. I was
getting hot from his fingering. I closed my eyes and
saw an image of us. Him holding my legs open and
another faceless black man fucking me. I came with a
shudder.
"Fuck me, Bull," I said. "Stick that black cock in me
and fuck me!"
Nothing more was said about it until the next morning.
I got up early and made coffee. I was on my second cup
when Bull came in wearing only his boxers. I had been
thinking about things since getting out of bed. Bull,
the prostitution business, me, him...everything. I had
reached a decision.
"Good morning, Bull," I said. "We need to go to the
bank this morning and get some cash."
"Loan?"
"No, not a loan. We're going into business together. Go
get dressed, partner."
"You weren't always so hard-headed, Keylee," Bull said
getting a cup and pouring the coffee. "I thought I had
talked you out of it last night."
"You didn't, but there will be some rules. We need to
make the business look legitimate. Escort businesses
are legal here. That's what we should do. We need to
get a post office box and an answering service. We can
advertise in those little throw-away magazines, I've
seen around. There is one other thing...I don't do
anything I don't want to do...ever."
"Been thinking about this, ain't you?" he said looking
at me from over the raised cup. "What won't you do,
Keylee?"
"I don't know," I answered honestly. "I'm sure
something will come up. You have to understand I'm not
one of your whores, Bull. I'm a partner."
"Working partner?"
"If necessary, yes. I can do this, Bull and you're
going to let me. Hurry up the day is half gone."
"It's eight o'clock in the fuckin' morning," he
growled. He stared hard at me a moment then laughed.
"You don't have the foggiest idea what you're in for,
but it's damned sure going to be interesting watching
you get educated."
"So educate me, partner."
***
"The trick is to go slow and get the right women," Bull
said. We had just left Big Al Smithson's office which
was in the same seedy bar and the same table he was at
the first time we saw him.
Bull had negotiated with Al getting the fine points
established. Basically it was little more than Al
agreeing to leave us alone, but it took a lot of talk
to get it understood. Al, apparently, was paying off
some vice cops and we would come under that protection,
such as it was. Another thing Al insisted on was the
right to use any of our staff at a sharp discount. He
also gave us the name of a woman who was interested in
working the interracial trade.
"How do you know if they are the right women?" I asked
Bull.
"Easy enough," he said grinning at me. "I interview
them. I don't want any old skag that wants to fuck or
wants to make some money. I want women who like to fuck
and the money's secondary. Bored housewives make the
best girls for us. Of course at first we might have to
take whatever we can get. When did the lady say our ad
would come out?"
"Next week, so you better get cracking, partner.
They'll be installing the phone tomorrow." We decided
to cut down the overhead as much as possible by using
my house as a base of operation. We also had an
answering service that specialized in the trade. Our
ladies would each have a cell phone to get their
assignments. "Are you going to contact Molly?" Molly
was the name of the woman Al had supplied.
"Yes I am. She might be a dog. Al said she was nice
looking, but I'm not sure what he considers nice. They
don't have to be a supermodel, but they should look
decent."
"Are you going to interview me?' I teased. He smiled
and shook his head.
"Naw, already done that," He glanced over at me. "You
sure, Keylee? Are you really sure you want to do this?"
"I'm sure," I said with confidence I didn't actually
feel.
"Is that why you invited Albert Smithson over this
evening?" Bull asked me. "lookin' to see what another
black cock is like?"
"No..Yes...I guess. It seemed like the thing to do at
the time." Actually I didn't know why I invited Al. He
certainly didn't have a lot of sex appeal for me. I
suppose it was just taking the plunge. While we were
talking to him he put his hand on my leg and stroked
me. I'll admit it was a little exciting to be touched
by a black man in public. Al certainly didn't make any
effort to hide the fact he was interested in me. He
nearly fell out of his chair when I asked him to come
over so we could get better acquainted.
"I hope you know that Al is expecting to get some pussy
tonight," Bull said. "In fact you better get it into
your head that from now on every man we deal with is
going to want a piece of your ass." I had already
figured that out. "If up to you if he get's any or
not."
***
My backyard had a six foot privacy fence around it. The
back of the house and patio is completely cut off from
any of the neighbors. That was where we were with Al.
"Nice place you got here, Keylee," Al said. We had
spent some time doing the catch-up bit. Al knew a lot
about our old schoolmates and what they were doing, but
it wasn't long before we had exhausted that subject. "I
heard all about you getting hitched with Sam Hollings.
How was it being married to a moneybag?" It was a rude
question, but I answered it anyway.
"It was nice," I answered. "We were in love and it
ended all too soon. How did you become a pimp?" I could
be as rude as he could.
"Accident," he answered with a laugh. "After I got
accused of knocking Sarah Tally up I hauled ass out of
town. Her old man put a contract out on me. He really
didn't, but I thought he had. I had an aunt over in
Rogersville and I went there. My aunt was a whore.
Nothing fancy, just a street-walkin' whore, but she was
makin' good money. She didn't have a pimp and one of
the locals was puttin' the heat on her. He threatened
to throw acid on her face if she didn't get her ass in
his stable. I went and had a little talk with him and
convinced him to leave her alone."
"You convinced him?" Bull asked. "Really?"
"His name was Elmo Parks," Al said smiling. "Mean son
of a bitch. Used a car antenna for a whip. Beat his
women for nothing but the fun of it. He copped an
attitude with me and I used his antenna on his ragged
ass. When he woke up he thought he needed to be
somewhere else. I kinda took over his gals after that.
Them bitches fell in love with me. I figure they would
have fell in love with any man who rubbed their ass
instead of beatin' it with a antenna. Anyway, after a
couple years there I moved here and started all over
again."
"Why did you leave Rogersville?" Bull asked.
"They got a new chief of police," he said laughing. "A
real law and order fucker. One night he stuck a piece
in my mouth and suggested I leave town. Sounded like
good advice to me so I packed up and left his fuckin'
town. It turned out to be a good thing. Done a lot
better here. Most of the cops around here take a live
and let live view. I'll introduce you to a couple cops
that can help you out. One thing you got to know is
keep it clean. None of the cops will stand still for
your bitches rollin' the customers or any shit like
that."
"Only way I travel," Bull said. "Keylee doesn't like
the term, bitches. We've settled on 'staff'. Who are
these cops you mentioned? We goina have to pay them
off?"
"Naw, nothing like that," Al said. "Rex Calvin and Van
Mason. (see "Kelli and the Law") They are both homicide
dicks and both are straight-up dudes. They won't take a
dime from any of us. Vice is who you'll have to worry
about. I have a contact in vice that keeps me alerted
and when any street sweep comin' down. She calls me and
I get my gals off the street until they go back to
jackin' off as usual. Of course Rex and Van will want
the use of your...ah, staff, from time to time."
"She calls you?" I said. "She?"
"Yeah, she. I got myself a little white honey in vice
who likes black meat. I furnish the meat and she
furnished the information. Works out for both of us.
Staff, huh? How you comin' on putting your staff
together?"
"Goina talk with Molly tomorrow," Bull said. "I figure
I'll cruse the bars and see what I can find. I've
always had pretty good luck finding white women that
way. We're not in a big hurry. I'd rather have just a
few gals that are right. You never said, Al...How do
you know Molly?"
"I ran into her a couple weeks back. She strolled up to
me at a bar and asked if I was a pimp. Can you believe
that shit? Anyway, I told her I was and she asked if I
needed another whore. I told her I might, but that I'd
have to take her for a ride to see if she was any
good."
"You did, I suppose," I said. He shrugged and grinned a
me.
"Oh hell yes. She was good looking and I was horny so I
fucked her. I don't know much about her except she a
good fuck. I planned on getting back to her when you
came along. I figure Molly would be better working a
call-out deal then the streets. You planning on being a
working partner, Keylee?"
"Maybe," I answered. I still hadn't come to grips with
the idea.
"You any good?" Al asked grinning at me.
"I guess you'll have to ask Bull about that," I
answered feeling my face become warm.
"Well, is she, Bull?" Al asked.
"Yeah, damned good," Bull answered looking at me. "As
good as any and better than most." My face got even
warmer. "Keylee could kill a normal man."
"Damned good thing me and you ain't normal, ain't it?"
Al said. He too was looking at me. "Take it in the
ass?" he asked Bull.
"Yeah," Bull answered. "Likes it up the shitter."
"Suck cock?" Al asked. Bull nodded. I could still feel
his eyes on me. "Swallow or spit?"
"Swallows," Bull answered.
"Tits real?" Al inquired.
"Oh yeah," Bull answered. "Everything about Keylee is
real. Show him, honey." For a moment I wasn't aware he
was talking to me. I had been absorbed in how Bull felt
about me.
"Huh? Show him? My breasts?" Bull got up, came to stand
in front of me, and lifted me to my feet. I was wearing
a man's shirt and Bull deftly removed it. Since my
breasts are large I usually wear a bra and Bull made
short work of it. He stepped back and gently pushed me
toward Al Smithson.
"Sit on his lap and let Al get a feel of your tits,"
Bull said. My brain seemed to have stopped working. I
was like a zombie as I made the few steps it took to
reach Al. I suppose I knew it would happen, but it
still seemed sudden to me.
"Fuckin' nice," Al said reaching out to grasp one of my
breasts him his hand. He rolled my hardening nipple and
his other hand went to unfasten my shorts. I stood as
still as a statue as he stripped my shorts down. I
didn't stay still very long after he plunged a finger
into my pussy. Luckily the ribald conversation had
caused me to be wet and his finger went in to the
knuckle.
He wiggled his finger and his thumb rubbed my clitoris.
With his free hand he unzipped and pulled his cock out
of his pants. I knew then why he was called 'Big Al'.
His ebony cock was a little bigger than Bull's massive
cock. My legs got weak and Al pulled me around and set
me on his lap. His cock entered me and I heard myself
groan. It went all the way in me and I climaxed. That
was just the first of many that night.
A short while later we made it to the bedroom where
Bull and Al fucked me constantly for over an hour.
"By God, I've wanted to fuck you since the first day of
freshman year," Al said ramming his cock in my bottom.
"Now here you are with my cock in your lily white ass.
How does it feel, Keylee? You like my cock in you?"
"Yes!" I yelled at him. I had to take Bull's cock out
if my mouth to talk. I had always been a little
fastidious about sucking cock. I always made sure I
wiped the juices from it before I put it in my mouth.
Al and Bull didn't put up with that. They went from my
pussy or ass to my mouth and I greedily sucked them,
juices and all.
After they both had fucked my ass a couple of times,
they doubled up on me. I'll never be able to describe
how absolutely fantastic it felt. A black cock in my
ass and one in my pussy at the same time was fantastic.
I had the biggest orgasm of my life while they
sandwiched me between them. At some point I passed out
from sheer exhaustion and maybe sensory overload.
***
I woke up in small stages and discovered I was alone in
my bed. I lay there a few minutes reliving the
experience of having two black studs fucking me. For a
brief moment I thought it had been an erotic dream, but
I could still smell the musky odor of sex in the air.
That coupled with the fact that I had dried semen all
over my naked body and the tingling in my butt and
pussy was enough to make me realize it had not been a
dream.
I managed to drag my abused and battered body to the
shower. I washed my body twice and still wasn't sure I
had all their cum out of me. I made a mental note to
buy some disposal douche and soon. I toweled off and
slipped on a robe and sally forth to find coffee. As I
approached the kitchen I heard to male voices. I had
found Al and Bull. I stopped outside the door and
listened.
"I think you'll do good," Al said. "I've thought there
might be a market for nice clean white pussy for the
brothers."
"Yeah, I was doing great in Daytona until the shit hit
the fan. This town is sure big enough to support
several good women like that," Bull answered.
"I'll say one thing," Al said. "You sure got one hot
partner. You were right on the money when you said she
was good. Keylee has a natural talent for fuckin'."
"Yeah, I wasn't kidding about her. I don't know if
she's the best pussy I ever had, but she's got to be in
the top five. She's learned a lot in the past few
weeks. She is a natural."
I don't know why, but I felt myself swell with pride at
their words. I set myself a goal to be the number one
best pussy Bull ever had. Bull or any other man I came
across.
"Shit, Bull, Keylee could make you a pile of loot just
by herself," Al said. They looked up as I came in the
kitchen. I wanted to hear more, but the need for
caffeine dictated I present myself.
"Morning, boys," I said. "Is that coffee anywhere near
fresh?"
"Yeah, it's not too old. Get a cup and I'll make some
more," Bull said.
"Son of a bitch," Al said looking down. "I thought I
was all fucked out and be damned if I ain't getting a
hard-on. I always did like the smell of a woman just
out of the shower."
"Well, buster, you can get a soft-on or take care of it
yourself," I said taking a bar stool between them. "I'm
still a little bit sore from what you guys did to me
last night."
"Just as well," Al said with a laugh. "I got to go see
what my bitches...excuse me, I mean my staff brought in
last night. I'm a trusting fellow, but I know better
than to let any of them hold my money for too long.
Good luck with Molly, Bull. I think you're goina like
her. She ain't no Keylee, but she still prime pussy. I
guess the cops, Calvin and Mason, will be around to
meet you pretty soon." He bent down and kissed me. "You
were as great as I thought you would be, Keylee. Even
better. I'll see you guys later."
"So," Bull said after Al left. "How you doin'? I mean
after last night. Any regrets?"
"One," I said running my hand across his bald head. "I
wish I had done that a long time ago. Sex with two guys
was...I don't know how to describe it. Wonderful.
Magnificent. Any of those adjectives, or all of them.
What? Where you worried that I might be suicidal?"
"No, not suicidal, but maybe remorseful or something.
I'm real glad you're okay, Keylee."
"I'm fine...better than fine. I feel great. What time
is your meeting with what's-her-name?"
"Our meeting is for one o'clock. Hey, you wanted to be
a partner, so you can interview Molly, too."
***
"Hello, Molly," Bull said to the woman. Molly Grant was
a very attractive woman. "I'm Bull Jones and this is my
partner Keylee. You know why you're here?"
"An interview," she answered. Molly was obviously
nervous and ill at ease.
"Yes, an interview for a call girl. Are you a police
officer and do you have any affiliation with any law
enforcement agency? Sorry, but I need to get that out
of the way."
"No, I'm not any of those things," she answered biting
her lower lip.
"Tell us about Molly Grant," Bull said.
"Not all that much to tell. I'm thirty-four, I'm
married. I'm sorry, what exactly do you want to know
about me?"
"Why do you want to be a call girl?" Bull asked gently.
"Is it money?"
"No, not money. I guess if the truth was known I'm
bored out of my mind. I'm tired of the same old thing
day in and day out. I want some adventure in my life."
"So you decided against skydiving or mountain climbing
and wanted to become a prostitute?" I said. "Why is
that, Molly?"
"I like sex so I thought I'd go with my strength. I
didn't realize that getting on as a whore was so
involved."
"It's not," Bull answered her with a chuckle. "Anybody
can be a prostitute, Molly. Find a street corner and
have at it. We're a little different then most service
companies. We're very selective and we only want the
best. Our clients pay a lot of money and they expect a
lot more than a quick wham-bam, thank you ma'am."
"Molly, we're a start-up company," I explained. "Just
getting off the ground. Is your husband aware of
your... quest for adventure?"
"No, Roy is fat, dumb and happy to be working his usual
sixty or seventy hour week. He's not even aware that I
have needs and probably could care less. He's not a
problem and I come and go as I see fit."
"Okay, that's your business," Bull said. "As long as it
doesn't get in the way of our business. What we do is
provide affluent black men with attractive white women.
You obviously don't have any problem making it with a
black man. A straight date is an hour and it cost them
five hundred bucks. You get half and we get half. If
the client wants anything other than a straight date
the price goes up. Clear so far?"
"What does a straight date mean?" Molly asked.
"Sucking and fucking," Bull answered bluntly. "You
control how that goes. How about anal sex? You up for
that?" She nodded. "You give head?" she nodded again.
Threesomes and group sex?"
"I guess," she stammered. "I have never done anything
like that before. I'm willing to try almost anything,
but I don't like pain."
"Yeah, I'm not into that either," I said.
"How about women? Ever had sex with a woman?" Bull
asked. She started shaking her head then stopped.
"Only when I was in college. My roommate and I fooled
around a couple of times."
"Did you like it?" Bull inquired.
"It was okay, but it couldn't ever take the place of
regular sex." She smiled a bit. "I like men and what
they can do for me."
"I see," Bull said smiling back at her. "But if you
found yourself in a female-female threesome with a man,
you would go along with it?"
"Sure," Molly answered without hesitation. Her response
got me to thinking about my only girl-girl situation.
My high school senior class went on at trip to
Washington. I roomed with a girl by the mane of Tina.
We managed to score some weed and we smoked it and got
high. I passed out and woke up with Tina's face between
my legs. She was slurping on my pussy to beat the band.
I don't know what would have happened if somebody
hadn't set off the fire alarm and we all had to get out
of the hotel. I never told a soul, even Sam. I have
thought about that episode many times over the years.
"Some men want a show before they get to the main
event," Bull continued. "Do you have any problem with
that?"
"I don't know," Molly said. "What does that mean?"
"If your client asked you to do a slow striptease for
him, would you do it? She nodded quickly. "If he asked
you to play with yourself could you do that? Maybe used
a dildo?"
"I never have. I mean with someone watching, but I
could with no problem," Molly said. She seemed less
nervous now.
"Good, Molly," Bull said. "Stand up and do a striptease
for us." Molly hesitated, glanced at me and stood. I
put some upbeat music on for her. She was wearing a
sheer blouse and designer jeans. Getting the tight
jeans off was a little problem, but she managed. Molly
took her bra off in a slow teasing, tantalizing way.
Her breasts weren't as large as mine, but she had a
good rack by any standard. Her areoles were large,
maybe the size of a silver dollar. Her nipples were
large and even from where I sat, apparently hard. Molly
shimmied out of her panties and tossed them toward
Bull.
Completely naked she moved to the beat of the music
with her eyes closed and a slight smile on her pretty
face. Molly Grant had a great figure for an older woman
and she seemed to be comfortable being naked with two
strangers watching her. Her pubes were completely bare.
Molly Grant was a lot of woman, a fact not lost on
Bull. I think we all were well aware that he was going
to fuck her. And he did.
It became readily apparent that Molly knew her way
around a man's cock. When Bull offered her his stiff
ebony cock to suck she went to it like a baby to a
breast. I had two major feelings as I watched them.
One, I felt a keen sense of jealousy, and two, I felt
like a third wheel. I got up and started to leave them,
figuring my part of the interview was over.
"Take your clothes off and come over here, Keylee,"
Bull said. "I want to play with your tits while Molly
sucks me off." The second of the two emotions I felt
dissipated and I hurriedly striped and joined them. A
few minutes later Bull erupted him Molly's mouth while
he tugged on my nipples, his tongue in my mouth. I came
when he did.
Molly was a vocal lover. When Bull put his wonderful
cock in her she squealed like a banshee and continued
to yell, cruse, and moan through several orgasms. I was
relegated to voyeur status for most of the time. It
wasn't until Bull got Molly on her knees that he told
me to get in the fray.
"Lay down where Molly can eat your cunt, Keylee," he
instructed, not even slowing down as he thrust in and
out of her. I wasn't sure about that at all. Molly
wasn't either, but she did eat me when Bull shoved her
head down on my pussy.
I'm not going to lie about it. I liked it a lot, but
I'm like Molly. A woman's tongue will never replace a
man's hard cock. Never in a million years. After Bull
filled her pussy with his cum he told me to eat her. I
hesitated until he put me in position and rammed his
cock in me. Molly scooted around and pulled my head
down to her cum soaked pussy. I told myself I had no
choice. I was nibbled around for a few moments until
Molly ratted me out.
"She's not eating me," she told Bull. I could see that
me and Molly were going to have trouble.
"Get your tongue in it," Bull demanded slamming his
cock in me harder. "Eat that cunt, Keylee. Clean her
up, dammit." I did as I was told. Actually it wasn't
bad at all. After a few minutes Molly was jerking and
twitching and when she climaxed I felt a sense of
accomplishment. Keylee, the muff-diver, I thought
smiling in her pussy.
Later, after Molly left, I complained to Bull about
making me have sex with a woman. He laughed and told me
it was all part of the partnership. He said we were a
full service company.
Molly went on her first date the following night and
again the next afternoon. Bull went out every night
cruising the bars for more help. On the third night he
found one but had to throw her back. She was too young,
but it wasn't a total waste of time. She had a sister
that was old enough and very willing. The sister's name
was Greta.
Greta was an enthusiastic chick to say the least. She
showed her Germanic ancestry by being big, blonde, and
buxom Nearly six feet tall and only slightly
overweight. Enormous boobs that weighed in at an
unbelievable forty-eight G. Greta loved to fuck and
proved to be a welcome addition to our small stable.
Then the search dried up. Not that there weren't a lot
of available and willing women, but none that fit
Bull's criteria.
Greta and Molly were extremely busy for the next week.
It amazed me how fast word spread around about what we
offered. I suggested that we take on some of the "near
misses" Bull had found, but he was adamant that we
stick to our standards. He was concerned that we would
mess up our reputation with sub-standard help. I
deferred to his experience without mentioning his being
ran out of Florida.
***
"Hi, I'm Rex Calvin and this is my partner, Detective
Van Mason," The big man standing at my front door said.
It was early evening. "Big Al may have mentioned that
we'd be coming to meet you."
I knew they would be coming, but their appearance still
surprised me a little. Bull was out on a scouting
mission and it would be late when he got home. I opened
the storm door and invited the two big policemen in.
Since I hadn't been expecting guests I was wearing a
pair of shorts and a tee-shirt with out a bra, and no
make-up.
"I'm Keylee," I said. "I have beer and wine and maybe
some whiskey."
"Beer's fine," the man called Rex said. I got the beer
and invited them into the den.
"So, how's business?" Rex asked after we were sitting.
"It's going good," I said. "We're starting small and
going slow. My partner has a fixed idea about who
should be working and who shouldn't." I wasn't at all
sure how open I should be with them. No one bothered to
tell me.
"I think that's a good plan," Van Mason said. "The
wrong gals will get you in trouble. I heard you have
two girls working. Does that include you, Keylee?"
"No, I'm not working," I said mentally adding 'yet'.
"You are a fine looking lady," Rex said giving me
another apprising look. "You could do good in the
trade. As a matter of fact we have a lady who would fit
into your operation real good. Name's Kelli Bolton.
She's married, but hubby gets off knowing she fucking
black men. Been looking for a place for her. She got a
friend called Angel who probably work part time. Both
are good lookin' Want me to have them contact you?"
"That would be great," I said thinking how funny it
would be if I recruited two women while Bull was out,
striking-out. "You have our number?"
"Yes, I have it," Rex said. "I'm expecting you all will
treat anybody I recommend fair."
"We treat everybody fair," I assured him.
"By the way," Rex said. "I did some back-channel
checking and you can tell Jones that there aren't any
outstanding warrants or wants out for him in Florida."
I told him that I'd be sure to pass it on to Bull. "You
known him long?" I gave them a thumbnail version of
Bull and me.
"Nice when old friends can get it together, isn't it?"
Rex said when I finished. "Big Al told us you like
black meat. That true?" I nodded. It seemed silly to
get prudish at that point since I was a partner in a
prostitution business and they knew it. "You got a nice
rack Keylee. I like big white natural tits. Mind giving
me a better look?"
It wasn't like I didn't know what they had come for. I
knew from the minute I opened the door that the two
good-looking black men had come for sex. Since I was
the only woman around I knew it would have to be me. It
came as a bit of a surprise that I knew it and didn't
care. I wasn't under any obligation to be faithful to
Bull. I knew he was likely to be fucking some white
chick at that very moment. Rex wanted a better look so
I gave him a better look at my breasts. I took the tee-
shirt off and laid it aside.
"Fuckin' nice!" Van said. Rex Calvin nodded his
approval. "Let's see the rest of you." A few moments
later I was completely naked. I wasn't even wearing any
jewelry. It wasn't very long after that the three of us
were on my bed, fucking like bunnies. They both were
damned good and apparently had worked together on a
woman before. Lot's of times.
When it came time to double up on me, they did it with
practiced ease. Rex was in my ass and Van, being a bit
larger, took my pussy. I'd never felt so stuffed or so
good. They left me sometime just before midnight. They
left me covered in their cum and humming like a tuning
fork.
By the time Bull got home I was showered, rested and
strangely enough wanting more black cock. Bull reported
that he had a possible candidate.
"Bit older, but damned willing to get it on. She's not
sure about turning pro, but I'll convince her," Bull
said after he emerged from the shower. I told him about
Calvin and Mason coming to visit.
"Wanted some white pussy, huh?" Bull said smiling at
me. "You give them some?"
"I gave them a lot," I answered, laughing. "Also I have
a couple of possible ladies for us." I told him about
Kelli Bolton and her friend Angel. "Rex said they would
get in touch with us."
"Damn, ain't you somethin'. Got anything left for me?"
He threw the towel off showing me he had a need. I told
him I sure did and proceeded to show him I had a lot of
pussy left. It dawned on me that I was becoming a
regular slut. It also occurred to me I liked the new
me.
***
A few days later Kelli came to work for us. Angle
Watson agreed to work part time. Angel's husband was a
big shot in the police department and she had to take
extra care. Now we had four working ladies, five
counting me. I was apprehensive about it, but hearing
about their dates was driving me crazy. I had to try it
myself.
My first "date" was with a black city councilman, Jon
Ashland. I met Jon at a hotel. With Al's help, Bull had
made arrangements to have a room always ready at a nice
discount. Apparently the hotel manager, an older black
man, was a pussy hound so it didn't cost us anything
except for some time from one of the girls.
"I heard about you, Keylee," the councilman said when
we were together in the room. "The only thing they
neglected to tell me was how damned good you look."
"Thank you kind sir," I said. "What else did they,
whoever they are, tell you?"
"They said you liked men of a darker color," he said,
taking his suit coat off and draping it over a chair.
"They, in this case, is Big Al. He also said you were
selective. I'm glad you selected me."
It wasn't very long after that, I was glad I selected
him. Jon Ashland was a great fuck. He did everything
slow and easy which was good because he had a massive
cock. It looked like a giant black snake reared up to
strike. The head of his cock was bigger than the rest
of it. His balls were also huge. He asked me to take my
clothes off and model for him. I did and as I paraded
around naked, he stroked his huge purple cock.
Because the head of his manhood was larger than the
shaft, I had trouble sucking him, but I gave it my best
effort. By the time he put it in me, I was soaking wet
and had no trouble taking all of it.
When his time was up, I didn't insist he quit. I was
having too much of a good time to stand on policy. I
gave him another half hour. Councilman Ashland was an
extremely heavy cumer. Each time he shot nearly a
teacup of his juice in me.
My next date was with an assistant to the mayor.
Carlos, a Hispanic, was an eager young man. He was
through in less than twenty minutes after taking his
pants off. Fortunately Bull was available to finish
what Carlos started.
My next date was with the assistant chief of police who
proved himself to be another good fuck. I didn't need
Bulls assistance, but took it anyway.
The other staff members started teasing me. They called
me the city hall whore because it seemed that was where
most of my clientele came from. I didn't mind their
good natured teasing because it made me just one of the
girls.
Over the next six months the business grew and
flourished. I got almost all the black cock I wanted.
Almost but not quite. I was always looking for one more
nice, big black cock.
Over and over I thanked my lucky stars that Bull Jones
found me after all those years.
The End of the beginning of Keylee's descent
(As usual I want to remind you, dear readers, that this
is a work of fiction and fantasy. Should you happen to
run into a "Bull Jones" run like hell. You can get all
of my stories at www.a1adultebooks.com - Many are novel
length )
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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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