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Slave Trade
by Anonymous Author (defunct)
***
They'd always talked about it, about her being used by a
group of strong, strapping black studs. Her being their
Cum Dump. And they'd both loved it. The feeling she had
of being used and abused all night long and their visits
every few days for more of her hot cunt. The weekends
she stayed overnight at one of their homes, her husband
Len, back at their house waiting for her to return, to
tell him about her weekend orgies. (M+/F, nc, rp, oral,
anal, bd, intr, drugs, prost, preg)
***
Sue lay on her side in the bed. She felt a mouth at left
nipple. Her head swum, she couldn't tell from the
sensation whether it was her baby or a lover. She kept
her eyes closed, waited for other clues. No hands roamed
her body, no sounds but the quiet gurgling noise. She
surrendered to the sensation. The gentle sucking pulled
her nipple erect, tugged at the areole. She felt the
milk start to flow.
She felt a languid sensuality as the liquid left her
body, flowing through the sensitive nipple and into the
child at her breast. She pressed her legs together,
opened her eyes, then closed them again. Except for the
baby, she was alone in the room. She swung her right
knee upwards, pulling the covers off of her. She felt
the cool fabric slide down her shin.
The little mouth was still sucking, unperturbed by her
movements. She put her left hand between her legs and
touched herself. The clit was stiff, she pinched it
gently, then rubbed just above it. Small circles,
enjoying the sensations that flowed from her breast to
her belly to her crotch and back. She fell asleep before
she could make herself cum.
There was movement in the room. Sue opened her eyes and
saw three figures silhouetted in the light from the
hallway. One of them reached for the baby. As he lifted
the sleeping baby from the bed, Sue rolled to her back
and spread her legs wide, pulling her heels up toward
her ass.
"I think you're getting too big for that," Oscar said.
Obediently, she rolled over onto her side. Then, she
raised her knee, spreading her legs and opening her cunt
slightly. She felt the weight of her 6-month belly
pressing against the mattress. Oscar reached out his
hand, rubbed her belly gently. Then, he leaned over and
kissed it. "Another strong little one on the way."
"Oscar won the match tonight," said Ron. She could tell.
The smell of his sweat was strong. It had taken her some
time to get used to the smell of a black man's flesh,
and even longer to smelling it after the wrestling match
they had before visiting her.
Oscar knelt on the bed, positioned himself between her
legs. She heard him unzip his pants, heard the material
being pulled down over his ass and thighs. Oscar had
strong thighs, he worked construction and almost always
won the match. It was his baby she was carrying. Her
first baby was probably his as well. Fifteen months ago,
when this first started, they didn't keep such careful
track.
He rubbed his cock a few times, then pushed it into her
damp cunt. She was still wet with cum from his four
friends who had fucked her last night. She felt the warm
cum ooze out as he pushed his thick, big-headed cock
into her. She moaned, he always made her hot and tonight
was no exception. He steadied himself on her knee and
started fucking her hard. As usual, she responded with
enthusiasm, raising her hips to meet him, crying out.
"Fuck me, ream me, fuck me, fuck me!" Her words kept in
rhythm with his fucking. As he went deep, she'd start
the chant again. He didn't take long to finish, was
proud that he didn't have to prove his masculinity with
staying power. He was there to get off, she was there to
accept his cum, that was it.
As he shot his load into her, she clutched at the pillow
and sheets, trying to grind her clit against the base of
his cock and get herself off. He withdrew before she
finished. "Oh, Oscar, please. I need you, I need it..."
she begged.
"I know you do," he said as he made his way up the bed.
She raised her head and, as he always insisted, cleaned
the cum and cunt juice off of his cock with her tongue.
She opened wide to accept the head, sucked it gently,
enjoyed the taste of their mixed juices. Then, he
withdrew and she licked the shaft. At the base, she took
a mouthful of hair and sucked what had dripped there.
She tasted Lenny's cum from last night. It must have
flowed out of her cunt and onto Oscar's pubic hairs. She
closed her eyes and enjoyed the deep smell and the
taste.
"OK, she's yours. Sue, this is Joe and Al. They're going
to fuck you for a while. In the meantime, I'm going to
get the baby ready."
Sue looked up at him with desire. "Are you going to come
back for me?"
"I don't think I'll be back tonight. It depends. I might
hear something on the radio and get a hard-on. Who
knows? I might want to come back and fuck you a little.
You never can tell."
"Is it really six months?" she asked.
"Yes. It's six months. It's time for me to take her away
from you. We learned this from your people, you know."
She nodded. He left the room and Al turned on the
lights.
"Mmmm...mmm...mmm..." he said appreciatively. "No wonder
Oscar likes his little white cum dump. Lookit her face.
Like the cover of Vogue."
"Yeah.
They got a good gene pool goin," Joe agreed. "Open yo
legs, bitch!" Al ordered. She spread her legs. He pulled
off his shirt, then unbuttoned his pants. As soon as he
pulled down his white briefs, she watched his cock
unfold. It was easily as big as Oscar's, though it
looked a little thinner. Oscar's cock was abnormally
thick, though, and it didn't surprise her.
***
"So, yo baby's going back over?" Joe asked her as Al
knelt between her legs. "Yes," she said, trying not to
dwell on it. Oscar had explained everything to her and
Len a few months before the baby had been born. The
little girl was the result of her first black gang bang.
She and Len had set it up. They'd always talked about
it, about her being used by a group of strong, strapping
black studs. Being their Cum Dump. And they'd both loved
it. The feeling she had of being used and abused all
night long. Their visits every few days for more of her
hot cunt. The weekends she stayed overnight at one of
their homes, Len back at their house waiting for her to
return and tell him about the weekend.
Two months after the first night, she found out she was
pregnant. She'd carried the baby to term. From the first
moment the child saw light, it was obviously not Len's.
The doctors had not protested when Len insisted the
child was his -- easier than dealing with another
"father unknown" situation. The girl had a slight
problem with her eyes and mother and daughter spent two
days in the maternity ward. They'd put up with two days
of stares from the hospital staff. Once, Sue had seen
one of the cleaning men talking with one of the nurses
in the hall. They'd both looked at her, then walked on.
When the little girl came home, there was no way for
them to explain its obviously African features to
anyone. They'd become outcasts, rejected by their
families. In the weeks that followed, some of their
less-close friends deserted them. Then, when the newborn
was about two months old, they were visited by Oscar. It
was not unusual, but this time, he didn't fuck Sue. He
insisted on seeing the baby. Sue led him upstairs where
she was sleeping. He reached for the child's face,
turned her head one way then the other, then pulled off
her diaper. He examined both her bottom and her tiny
vagina. Then, he put the diaper back on and walked
downstairs.
"I'm taking her," he announced to Len and Sue.
"What do you mean?" Len asked, angry.
"I'm taking her. She's obviously not yours. And I
believe she's mine. I was the first to fuck your wife
that night and the baby has certain features that make
me believe she's mine."
Sue was confused. "Why would you want her? She's mine."
"She isn't yours. She is mine, I sired her, she is mine.
And I am going to take her for three reasons. First, she
is an infant and will require much of your time. Time is
a luxury you do not have. You may be needed by myself or
a friend, and you cannot be unavailable because of some
screaming six year old. Second, I am going to take her
because she is not yours. I have already had the
hospital papers altered and the birth certificate you
have is now merely a piece of paper. Third, I am going
to sell her. I already have a buyer."
"A buyer!" Len yelled.
"A buyer?"
"A buyer. Don't look so shocked. It's something your
people did to mine for over a hundred years. Slavery is
still acceptable in many parts of the world and I am
well connected. When your child is six months old, she
will be taken and sold into a harem. She will be trained
from that point on in the ways of love. She will fetch a
hefty price when she reaches twelve years of age."
Sue looked around the room, looked for an escape. Len
clenched his fist and told Oscar to leave his house. In
the weeks that followed, more problems came up. The
people at work noticed that Len wasn't talking about his
new baby, that was unusual. He wasn't normally a quiet
type. His work started slipping. Sue began to become
more and more interested in the black men who came by
almost daily now to fuck her.
When Len came home at night, he found that he too was
getting more and more drawn into the world they'd
created. And, the baby was excruciatingly difficult to
deal with. She was up all night, she screamed and cried,
wouldn't eat, then would eat, then would vomit it all
back up. They were constantly cleaning themselves, their
furniture, or the baby. And, Sue was pregnant again.
This time, it was Oscar's for sure. He had been the only
one to fuck her for nearly a week straight, just at the
time she was at her peak of fertility. They could see
the difficulties coming with the second child. It was
only a matter of weeks before they decided to go along
with Oscar's plan.
"Don't daydream, bitch," Al laughed. He was fucking her
slowly, waiting for her to start responding but she
hadn't. "Ho's dreaming about that big black cock of
Oscar's, isn't she? Once they fucked Oscar, they always
dream about it."
"Yeah? We'll I'll give her something to dream about." He
leaned down and started kissing her neck, then her ear.
When his lips ran over her eyes, she closed them and
felt the passion building again. In minutes, she was
fucking him back, giving him the wild ride she knew he'd
heard about from Oscar. She couldn't help it, she still
loved the feeling and the thought of being used by these
black men. "Say yo name, ho," Al said as he fucked her
deep.
"Cum Dump...Cum Dump..." she started whispering. The
degradation of it turned her on and she started cumming.
"OH fuck yes CUM DUMP CUM DUMP!! FILL ME UP!" Her hands
grabbed his arms, tried to pull him close. She squeezed
her cunt muscles, relaxed, squeezed. He laughed and shot
his load into her. She screamed and fucked him harder.
"That's it. Bitch loves it."
"Yes. I do...!"
***
When he finished, Joe took his place. He rolled her on
her belly, then raised her ass. "On your knees." She got
up on her knees. He placed the head of his cock at her
pussy hole. She felt his hands reach down under her,
wrapping around her firm not-yet-big belly. "This little
one's going to feel it, I think. I hope it's a girl!" He
shoved his cock into her, she felt the movement inside
her.
He fucked for nearly fifteen minutes, as she rode on a
wave of cum after cum. His one hand held her belly, the
other worked her clit. She was tossing her head back and
forth, moaning and screaming. Al and Joe were laughing
at how much noise she made, at how hot a bitch she was,
about how they'd talk about her at work tomorrow, then
probably send fresh meat for Oscar to check out for her.
***
Len and Sue were sitting at the dinner table at T and
L's home. These were some of the only friends who still
socialized with them. As the evening went on, they hit
on the subject of babysitters. Who was watching the new
baby tonight? Sue explained that they'd sent the baby
away. She and Len hadn't been able to come up with a
story they thought sounded convincing, so they didn't
offer one. When T pressed, Sue finally said that Len
wasn't the real father, and the real father had
threatened a lawsuit if they didn't give her over.
They'd backed down. T and L believed them, but were
skeptical.
***
Three months later, Sue was again on the delivery table
at the hospital. She recognized one of the attending
nurses as one who had been there the first time. Her
looks of disapproval continued through most of the 9
hour labor. When the black child's head emerged from
Sue's body, the nurse spit on her and walked out of the
room.
The others were less condemning, they simply all stopped
talking. No more encouraging words for the rest of the
deliver, no enthusiasm about the new life she'd created.
----- It was the second day after the baby's delivery.
Mother and child had again been kept in the hospital for
observation. The doctors were very evasive, just said
that they were running "tests."
Late the second evening, the door to Sue's room opened.
She was still awake, watching one of the late night TV
shows. "Yo, mama!" She turned her head and saw that one
of the male nurse's aides had walked into the room. She
recognized him immediately.
He was the one who had shaved her in the delivery room.
She'd been alone with Len, a nurse, and the male nurse's
aide. Len had asked the nurse some misleading questions,
all the time watching the aide get more and more
excited. Finally, he'd insisted that she be shaved and
that the young man do the work. The nurse objected, but
Len was adamant. Sue knew it was only because he wanted
to watch her lying there on her back, feet in the
stirrups, being shaved by this strange black man.
He turned around and locked the door. "I take it from
the look of your baby that you prefer dark meat?" She
looked at him. She hadn't been fucked in over a week
and, according to the doctor, she was able to start
again as long as she took it easy. Her eyes grew wider
and she pushed the bed sheets down. He looked her up and
down. She was wearing a white hospital gown. He knew it
was open down the back and that it also had a slit at
each breast for nursing.
"Show me your white tits," he said. She pulled the slits
open and pushed her breasts through. They were swollen
with milk, the new baby hadn't relieved her in four
hours. The orderly walked to her and started sucking on
the left nipple. It grew hard and the milk started
flowing.
"PFFF!!!!" he spit it on the bed. "Shit!"
She grinned. What did he expect? "Pull that thing up
around your waist and open up."
He unzipped his pants as she slid the flimsy material up
over her hips. Her shaved cunt was exposed for him to
see. "I do nice work, don't I?" He climbed onto the bed,
leaned down and kissed her. She reached up and ran her
hands through his hair, pulling him close and kissing
him deep. She moved her hips up and worked his cock into
her without his hands helping. He was moaning and
grinning from ear to ear. He fucked her gently -- told
her he knew she was still delicate -- but she kept
grinding against him hard. He worked in and out, met her
rhythm, and soon they were fucking hard. She reached up
and grabbed the metal rails, moaning and crying out.
Oscar burst through the door and ran across the room. He
pulled the aide off of her, threw him halfway across the
room. She lay there, eyes wide, legs spread, gasping.
Oscar put his hand between her legs. There was no blood
and he nodded in satisfaction.
"Young man, come here," he said without turning. The
aide pulled up his pants and walked across the room.
"You see this body?" He indicated her. "These thighs?
How strong and sturdy they are? And these hips - wide,
just right for child bearing."
His hands continued to caress her body. "Your patient is
going to breed many babies for me before I'm done. And
that's the problem. These babies must be mine. Her genes
and mine are very strong. I want the best I can breed.
If they are girls, they will be breeding sluts like
their mother. If they are boys, they will become strong
men like me. Independent men, strong, fierce. Men who
are dedicated to getting what they want out of life.
Just as I've got her."
Sue lay there with her eyes closed, listening to his
speech. She felt the excitement that always came when
she was reduced to exclusively her sexuality. "Now, if
you want to use her tonight, I have no objection. Just
don't get her pregnant." He threw a handful of rubbers
down on the bed.
"For some friends. Black men, ok?" The aide grinned.
Oscar kissed Sue on the forehead, whispered, "Treat them
right," and left.
***
When Sue got home from the hospital, Len showed her the
new room they'd prepared. The walls were a deep purple,
there was a new king-sized bed in the middle. There as a
small refrigerator against one wall and a sink and
toilet at a far end of the room. The window shades were
closed and the light was very low. There were wooden
African masks in an arrangement on one the walls.
"This is where they're going to fuck you from now on,"
he announced. Len was obviously excited. Oscar'd told
him he could be the first one to fuck her on the bed.
She put the baby in the cradle and stripped quickly.
They fucked for an hour, she cumming three times, he
enjoying having his wife back home.
"I didn't know she could sing!" Oscar and Len had been
standing in the front room. Sue was in the bedroom with
the baby, singing him to sleep. She had been singing
lullabies, a soft old spiritual. "She was in choirs all
through high school. Had a brief flirt with performing.
A rock band. It didn't last." Len took a drink of his
scotch, offered Oscar something.
"I don't drink."
The band struck up the first few notes. The saxophone
played a line that made one of the women in the front
row close her eyes and throw her head back slowly. Sue
stood in front of the crowded dance floor. She looked at
the microphone stand in front of her. They'd rehearsed
four or five times and she knew the material. Excitement
rushed through her body as she anticipated the affect
she was going to have. When he first eight bars were
finished, she began singing:
It's been a long night
I'm dreaming of you
Warmth of your kisses
The touch of your hand
As she sang, she moved her hips slightly as Oscar's
instructed her. She was wearing a tight white dress,
strapless, cut very low and revealing most of her
breasts. He'd insisted she spend an hour in the gym each
day since returning home with the baby. Her body was
firm again, her belly nearly flat, arms and legs toned
nicely. She'd spent twenty minutes a day naked in the
tanning booth and her skin was now a deep copper color.
She crossed her arms in front of her, hands on opposite
hips. The gloves she wore reached above her elbows. She
slid her arms up her sides, then across her breast and
back down to her sides.
You know I need you
You know I want you
Can't live without you
My slow riding man...
The saxophone took the solo again. She looked out on the
floor. Couples were kissing, one was obviously dry-
fucking on the floor. Most of the men were sneaking
looks at her even while they were dancing with their own
women. None of the women seemed to object.
Oscar knew several local musicians and had put them
together into a loose backup band for Sue. They were all
high-quality performers and her voice was as good as
he'd guessed. He chose several numbers for her, slow
sexy tunes. And he'd written this one himself.
I'm hungry for you
You knew I would be
And when I see you again
I'll make you want to stay
She pressed her shoulder together just slightly, her
cleavage became more obvious. She'd been taught the
trick by one of the whores he'd introduced her to after
a practice session. Then, she touched the tip of her
tongue to her upper lip and reached up to push a strand
of hair out of her face.
Your friends stopped by
They stayed a while
They're friends for life now
My slow riding man...
Len looked at her. They both understood the lyric and
wondered who else might. Len looked around the audience
and recognized several of the men who had visited his
home since she'd returned from the hospital. They smiled
at him, then turned their eyes back to his slut wife.
You know it's always open
It's yours all day and night
Just touch me open with your hand
And you can come inside
The saxophone took another solo and Sue walked off the
stage. She went directly to the bar where Oscar was
standing with several other men. He motioned for her to
step into the middle of their small circle.
"She's great!"
"Where did you find her?" Oscar smiled. He indicated for
the men to draw closer into a circle around her. "She's
got my baby in her belly." His hand pressed against her
flat stomach. "And, being pregnant, there's really no
need to use anything when you fuck her, is there?" he
asked, turning his eyes to her.
"None at all," she replied, breathless.
He was going to let them fuck her between sets. Oscar
raised his hand, dangled a key in front of one of the
other men. "You have fifteen minutes until she's on
again." They walked her to the back of the building. The
man with the key opened the door. It led to a large
storeroom. Against one of the walls was a folding bed.
The sheets indicated that it was used fairly regularly
while the lounge was open.
She slipped the tight dress off and one of them took it,
laid it gently across some boxes. She was completely
naked underneath, not even stockings. The first man
didn't waste any time, mounted her on the bed and had
cum in what seemed like seconds. The second replaced him
immediately. He took his time, working her over hard,
fucking deep and fast. When he came, she felt it
overflowing her cunt lip and dripping onto the mattress.
The third man pulled her legs open wider, climbed
between them, and unbuttoned to show her a short, very
thick cock. "He's small but mighty" he said. She felt
the walls of her cunt expand to accommodate him and felt
the surge of a powerful orgasm as she took him on.
Something about his boasting turned her on and she loved
fucking him. When he was finished, she was dripping cum
freely. Two more men used her before Oscan knocked on
the door. "Time!" he called.
They slipped the dress over her head. She felt the thick
cum inside of her moving around as she walked back
toward the stage. Some of the women made loud sniffing
noises as she walked past, then turned away in disgust.
She knew what they were smelling.
As the next song started, she noticed she hadn't put her
gloves back on. Nor had she brushed her hair. She stood
there exposed, knew she looked like she'd just been
fucked.
My man, my man...
She started singing, then froze as she felt the cum
dripping down the inside of her thigh. She looked down
and saw that there was a wet spot on the front of her
dress. It was not a drop, it had obviously soaked
through from the inside. She was going to sing her
entire next set while the cum of the five black men
leaked out of her cunt and wet the front of her dress.
She closed her eyes and was dizzy with lust for a
moment.
My man, I need your touch...
One of the dancers brushed his elbow against her hip.
The dance floor was close enough to the bandstand that
it could have been an accident. But to her, it felt like
electricity. He knew, he had to know! He was playing
with her!
I need that feeling
That you bring to me so much
There was a hand touching her left ankle. She didn't
look down.
I feel you beside me
In the dark, hot night
A fresh surge of cum oozed from her cunt and ran down
her leg. She felt the liquid cool as it flowed. It was
on the inside of her thigh, just below the knee.
I need to open the window
I need to get some light
Another hand -- or was it the same one -- ran a finger
up the back of her calf, from the heel to the knee. She
didn't look down.
I need to have you in me
I need to feel your love
She moved her leg slightly and felt that the material
was clinging to her thigh. The cum was soaking through
and drying.
I need my chocolate candy
I never have enough
A woman walked across the dance floor and stopped
directly in front of her. She spit. The saliva landed on
Sue's cheek, just below her right eye. The woman barked
out "whore" and stormed out of the lounge. The guitar
player took a solo and Oscar walked to the bandstand. He
put his left hand behind Sue's neck and wiped the spit
from her cheek with a handkerchief. Many of the dancers
had left the floor. By the end of the solo, most of the
patrons had left the lounge.
"They are petty ignorant little people," Oscar assured
her. "They don't understand what a good breeder
understands." He took her hand. "Finish the song."
He stepped down, took a seat at an open table to the
side of the dance floor. Tears of humiliation were
welling in her eyes, but they were tempered by the heat
that was building inside her cunt.
My sweet, sweet candy man
So sweet when I lick him
So sweet when I suck him
He's my special treat
I'm gonna make you melt, sweet man
Like chocolate in the sun
I'm gonna make you melt, sweet man
Like chocolate in the sun
"Set's over for her," Oscar announced to the band. The
played on, but Oscar led her out of the building. He
walked her to a mobile home somewhere in the middle of
the parking lot. When he gave a special knock, the door
opened. Inside, she was shocked to see the woman who had
spit on her. She was dressed in black leather pants and
top, a high collar and boots. Her hair was done up in a
pony-tail on top of her head. She held a riding crop and
a pair of handcuffs.
"You white whore. You deserve to have your ass whipped
bloody!"
Oscar pushed her inside, she knelt in front of the
woman.
"You go in there shaking your white trash ass, trying to
get your pleasure from those men. And they see you, you
like the whores on television and the sluts in your
magazines. And they want you. You deserve to be whipped
until you pass out. You deserve electric shock. You
deserve..."
"Enough," Oscan said. The woman walked to the back of
the room and sat down.
"Go fuck her husband."
Sue looked at Oscar, but he didn't change his
expression. She walked to the back of the trailer,
opened the bedroom door. There on the bed was a huge
man. He was bigger than Oscar, who was 6'3 and 240. This
man was all muscle, stripped completely naked except for
a wide red and black ankle bracelet.
She pulled off her dress and threw it on the floor. She
climbed on top of him, enjoying the feeling of his huge
black cock pushing up inside of her. She was soaking wet
from the fuckings earlier that night and he didn't need
to wait for her. He fucked her hard and she returned him
grunt for grunt. Soon, they were rolling over on the
bed, taking turns on top, both cumming without
disconnecting. She could tell from the way his body went
stiff that he came three times while they were together.
"I'm done, whore. Come back some other time."
She picked up her dress and staggered out of the room.
The cum trail was now all the way to her ankles. As she
walked, she felt the warm ooze again making its way down
her leg. She leaned against the sides of the hallway for
balance. He'd really worked her over and she had
difficulty staying on her feet.
"Stand up! Don't play games with me!" Oscar ordered. She
tried to steady herself. "Much nicer." He turned to the
man's wife. "Maybe next time, dear, maybe I'll want her
whipped sometime in the future. Something else we
learned." She smiled at him. "In the meantime, can you
clean her up for me?"
The woman nodded, walked to the sink. She ran some water
until it was warm, then dipped a washrag in it. She
knelt in front of Sue and started wiping at her ankle,
worked her way slowly up the inside of her right leg.
"Your little whore is dripping all the way to the
floor!" she announced.
"Yes, we like to keep her insides soaking wet like
that."
The woman wiped her from the ankle to the knees, then
did the same on the other leg. "Let's leave some of
this, shall we? If she's anything like I think she is,
she'll love it."
"Fine," Oscar returned.
He drove her directly home where there were six more men
waiting. He handed her over to them and drove home.
***
Len came home and found the front door padlocked one
day.
He'd lost his job three weeks ago and hadn't been able
to find anything else. He fingered the lock and banged
on the door, disgusted. He walked around the side of the
house, looked in the windows. Everything was inside --
all their clothes, the television, computer, everything.
They'd been threatened with eviction only a week ago.
There should have been some sort of legal process, some
sort of warning. Besides, could it possibly be legal for
them to be thrown out because of the stories that were
spreading?
Well, the stories had got him fired, so anything was
possible. People at work had started asking about his
kids. They knew his wife Sue had been pregnant twice in
the last two years. They'd even given a baby shower the
first time. But there were no pictures on the desk, no
talk about child care, no requests for babysitters.
He'd broken to someone the fact that the baby had been
given up for adoption. Everyone took it well. But the
second time, someone with a friend in the hospital had
told the rest of the story: the black baby, the visits
from several different men during her stay, the wife
seen with the kinky-headed brown baby in the grocery
store one day, then the baby never seen again. No one
had the full story, but they had enough to make life
unpleasant. And his company didn't want that. He had
been released with 2 weeks pay -- after 14 years of
service.
Someone had called the landlord with a story that was
too-damned-close to the truth and they'd received an
eviction notice. He kept looking for work every day, Sue
was usually out during the days doing who-knew-what for
Oscar. They must've come and locked the place up
sometime in the last 4 hours.
"Oscar, we're in trouble."
Len was sitting across the table from the tall black
man, sipping a glass of scotch whiskey. As usual, Oscar
turned down any alcohol. "I've heard. There's been
rumors. I take it they're true."
"Yes."
"Well. Life is hard sometimes, isn't it? Isn't that what
you white folk always tell us?"
Len shook his head. "Don't give me that crap. This is
completely different and you know it. We're friends,
Oscar. This is turning us both on!"
"It turns us on, but don't make the mistake of thinking
we're friends." He turned and motioned to the waitress.
She delivered a glass of club soda quickly. He smiled at
her. "She turns me on. We're not friends."
"So, what are you telling me?"
"Nothing. Just that I regret your position. But I don't
know what effect you think it will have on me? Why
should I be concerned?"
"Damn! If we don't have a place to live, where will you
and your joy-boys get your rocks off?"
"We'll fuck someone else. Though, I must admit Sue
breeds strong babies."
"And she likes black cock, we've been over this ground
before."
Oscar smiled. Len could tell he was getting some kind of
enjoyment out of the predicament Sue and he found
themselves in.
The front door of the bar opened. A group of three black
men walked in, arms around each other, laughing. Behind
them walked Sue. She was dressed in a white floor length
dress, a flowing summery design. It had a high collar
and no sleeves. The dress itself was pleated from the
waist to the hem and flowed around her slim legs nicely.
She smiled when she saw Len.
"Len!" She crossed the room and wrapped her arms around
him. She kissed him deeply, then sat down next to him.
"I'm so fucking hot! You're in for it tonight!" she
laughed.
"I don't think so," he said with a defeated tone to his
voice.
She turned her head to Oscar. "What's up?"
"I believe your white friends have turned on you. Your
husband now has no job and you have no home. You've been
locked out. And I know your landlord. Very conservative.
You're not getting back in."
"Which means?"
Len yelled. "It means we're not only fucking broke and
unemployed, but we can't even get back in the house to
get our clothes! That's what it means!" He pushed the
chair back, knocked it to the floor. Then, he stormed
across the room and out through the front door.
Sue looked at Oscar with panic on her face. "Can't you
help?"
Oscar smiled. "I can help. Why should I help? I can make
sure you have food to keep the baby healthy, but that's
all I'm concerned about."
She gave him a puzzled look. "Maybe that's all you're
interested in, but your friends seem to have a lot more
in mind. You know, sometimes I think you've got tunnel
vision."
"My friends use you at my whim. If I say yes, it's yes.
If I say no, they don't get any. Pretty simple equation.
I owe them nothing."
She studied his face but there was no clue there. He may
have been serious. She got up and walked outside to
where Len was standing, back against the wall of the
bar.
"I think we're in this too deep," he said. She put her
arms around his shoulders.
"Maybe. I don't think we can turn back, though. How
would we do it?"
"Don't turn back? So what do we do to go forward? Do you
have a plan?" He was angry, spat the words out at her.
"No. Nothing yet. But, we had better come up with
something quickly. I'll go talk to Oscar again." He
nodded, followed her back to the table.
"Oscar. I know you're not going to just walk away from
us. We both have too much invested. It's been 2 babies
and this new one is nearly 10 weeks. We have history and
a future."
Oscar nodded. "I've given it some thought. I know Len's
industry. He's never going to work again. And I know you
will not get back into that house. You're completely
indigent. Except of course for your cars and whatever
you have in your pockets."
Len nodded. But $8500 equity in an old BMW wasn't going
to get them far. And there was exactly $152 in his
pocket.
"This is my offer. It's not negotiable. You can take it
or leave it. The two of you can live upstairs in the
whore house I run off of 12th street. I will provide 2
meals daily. You will continue to sing for me, you will
continue to breed for me. But, two nights a week, you
can work the whorehouse, or this bar. You can choose.
"As usual, you will refrain from unprotected sex at any
time you do not have my child inside your womb. I will
choose all of your clothes from now on. You can keep any
money you earn. Len, you are welcome to tend bar, change
bed sheets, or otherwise help around the whorehouse and
the bar."
They looked at him in amazement. It sounded as though
he'd thought the entire thing out long before. The
agreement covered all the bases.
"That isn't fair and you know it. Who is going to pay to
have sex with her when you give her to all your
friends?"
"My friends do not frequent whores. They use women like
your wife. White slut cum dumps who enjoy it and don't
even have the decency to get paid for it. You will be
servicing a completely different set of clients for
money. The college kids, the truckers, the blue collar
boys out for a night with their buddies. You'll also be
servicing the ass-fuckers, the titty ropers, the
handcuff set, the ass-whippers, the nipple clampers, all
of the kids of people I won't have for friends."
He smiled as Len squirmed. Sue didn't seem perturbed.
"You'll notice that most of the perverts are white boys.
The limp-dicked accountants and lawyers who take off
their $1,200 suits and ask you to diaper them. Or the
little henpecked pieces of shit who want to put
clothespins on your cunt-lips because their wives will
hardly let them touch them down there, let alone do
anything that sick."
"Two nights a week?" Len asked softly.
"Two nights. The rest of the week, you're mine. Same
arrangement as before. Only this time, you're making
money and I'm setting the hours." It was true. Over the
last two years, both Len and Sue had become accustomed
to having men drop by anytime day or night. Anyone who
had Oscar's blessing and a hard-on showed up on their
door for a quick piece.
"How much money can we make in two nights, especially
given that we're not dealing with a high-traffic area,
and we're not looking at men with a lot of cash," Len
objected.
Oscar smiled at Sue, reached his hand across the table
and placed it on top of hers. "It all depends on how
hard she hustles. And, once the word gets out, no doubt
you'll begin to see regular traffic..."
***
There were full-length mirrors covering every inch of
wall in the gym. By turning her head just slightly, Sue
was able to see herself from almost any direction.
She set the resistance to medium-hard and pressed her
legs apart. She felt the weights lift on their chains,
pressed harder. She was up to 80 pounds on this machine,
100 on its partner, on which she pulled her legs
together. It kept her ass and thighs not slim but well-
toned.
When her legs were as wide apart as the machine allowed,
she looked at herself straight on. She was still
stunning. Oscar had given her three identical outfits
for working out. A red suit of a shiny spandex,
sleeveless, form fitting from neck to toe. Over this,
she wore a bright blue thong type of panty, the back
pulled tight between her ass cheeks. She always worked
out barefoot -- his subtle variation on "barefoot and
pregnant."
She was twelve weeks pregnant now and still not showing.
Her breasts had swollen, but her belly was still flat.
An hour a day in the gym, seven days a week, helped. And
she did the GY work on Oscar's time.
She finished her set and picked up the towel from the
floor next to her. She stood up and patted her face dry.
As usual, several pairs of eyes followed her as she
walked across the carpeted floor and to the incline
boards. She raised one of the boards a few notches and
secured it to the support. The cushion for her feet was
just over 3 feet from the floor.
Len watched her from his rowing machine. He'd started
going to the gym with her after Oscar had agreed to pay
for it. Len had convinced him that there might
occasionally be a paying customer at the gym and Len
wanted to be given first shot at him. Oscar had granted
the privilege.
Sue lay down on the incline, hooked her feet underneath
the supports. Then, she crossed her arms over her chest
and started her first set of 50 sit-ups. She did them
expertly, as she'd been taught by the personal trainer
Oscar had assigned during her first few months with him,
so long ago. No jerking, no back and neck strain, just
her belly and thigh muscles doing all the work.
"Hot little number, isn't she?" someone remarked to his
friend as they walked together to the locker room. Len
overheard but went on with his rowing. After a few
minutes, he got up off the machine and walked toward the
lockers.
The two men who had walked past were standing in front
of open lockers, laughing and putting way their wrist
and knee bands. Len lifted up the combination lock of a
locker near theirs and started twisting the dial.
"...yeah, but she'd never do it for me. I don't know,
maybe I should leave a copy of Penthouse Variations
laying around..."
"It never works," Len heard his friend say. "I tried it,
still can't get her to go down on me, let alone let me
do anything else..."
"I noticed the two of you admiring Sue out there," Len
casually remarked.
"You mean the hard-body wearing the blue cunt-liner? Oh
yeah."
"Seen her here a couple times before. Jeez, what a
body!"
"I heard she comes here every day. Shit, more dedication
than I'll ever have."
"Maybe she's rich."
"Or kept."
"She's an escort," Len announced.
The blond haired man's jaw dropped. His friend was more
nonchalant. "I suspected something like that."
"No you didn't, asshole," the blond man turned to him
and laughed. He turned back to Len. "How do you know
that?"
"Well, actually, I recognized her. Before I moved here,
I had her once on a business trip. That was years ago. I
was sure she was out of the business by now, but she
just keeps looking better and better..."
"Damn."
The two of them didn't notice that Len wasn't having any
luck with the lock. They were looking at each other,
wondering the same thing.
"Does she come here to pick up men?"
"Oh, no. It's legit, she comes here to keep herself in
shape. We've talked a few times since I moved to town.
What a coincidence that we go to the same gym. Name's
Len," he said, putting out his hand.
"Yeah. Jim." He shook Len's hand.
"Rick."
"So, what's the price on something like that, if I can
ask?" Jim said.
"She's kinda quirky. Her price changes depending on if
she likes you or not. If she likes you, she'll give you
a night you'll never forget. If she doesn't, it'll only
be fantastic."
"Well, do you know her type?"
"You'll do. You want her? I can arrange it. Bet on
$500."
"$500!? Bullshit."
"Hold your horses, Rick. I heard you two talking
earlier. About what you can and can't get at home...
What would you expect her to do for that kind of money?"
Len smiled and crossed his arms.
"Hell, for $500, we'd be talking about some rope."
"Yeah, and both of us at the same time. One in the
backdoor, one in the front."
"And she'd probably have to keep it up for a couple of
hours."
Len smiled. He could tell by the way they were one-
upping each other that they were hooked.
Len watched the back door of the bar nervously.
It was nearly 3 p.m. on Thursday. She was about to
change hands for another 24 hours. Monday and Thursday
were the days Oscar gave her a day of "freedom" and she
and Len tried to make the best of each minute. At 3:00
sharp, the two tricks from the gym should show up. Len
didn't want to keep them waiting. He also didn't want
them to walk in just as Sue was coming home.
At ten the night before, Oscar had shown up at the
whorehouse, gently knocking on Len and Sue's door. As
usual, Sue pulled off her nightshirt and pulled on the
white satin robe Oscar insisted on. She was not allowed
to tie it and the front hung open, revealing that she
was naked beneath. Len got out of the bed and sat in the
chair near the wall, as Oscar also insisted on.
When she opened the door, she saw that he'd brought
three short, wiry looking Middle Eastern men with him.
They were dressed in expensive suits and she supposed
they were on some sort of business trip, taking in the
local entertainment.
"Our friends have never seen a white woman naked, they
tell me," announced Oscar as he invited the men into the
room. "This is going to be a rare treat for them."
The men surrounded her, looking at her hair, her neck,
and her belly.
"Come, come, don't be shy," Oscar insisted with a smile.
He reached for the waist of the robe and pulled the left
side open. The men understood no English, but his motion
as clear enough.
One of the men raised his hand and slid it across her
hip. Another pressed his thumb against her upper lip and
pushed it open. She jerked her head back, but Oscar gave
her a stern look. She leaned forward toward the man and
pulled her upper lip back. He parted them further and
inspected her teeth with his other finger. Then, he
slipped his index finger along her tongue and to the
back of her throat. Her gag reflex had long since come
under her control and she made no response. He smiled,
pulled his finger out, slid it back in.
He announced something to his friends in a language she
didn't understand and they all looked closely. He
reached into his pocket and pulled out an expensive
looking fountain pen. He pushed the top of the pen along
the roof of her mouth, then to the back of her throat.
When she didn't gag, the men all looked at Oscar with a
very pleased look. One of them nodded and said a few
words to Oscar.
"They like you. They're going to fuck you here, then
Habib is going to take you home. He wants to fuck you in
his own hotel bed. I don't know his friends yet, but I
know Habib from some of the women I've provided him in
the past. He will probably make you suck his cock all
night. He likes the feeling of falling asleep and waking
up, falling asleep and waking up, all with a warm mouth
on his cock."
Oscar said a few more words to Habib. Habib said "coom
doomp". Oscar corrected him and this time, he said "cum
dump." Oscar nodded and called to Len. "She'll be back
here by 3:00 tomorrow, as per our agreement." He stepped
out into the hall and closed the door behind him.
One of the men pointed at Sue and said something she
didn't understand. She started to slide the robe off,
but he shook his head. He raised his hand, opened it
palm down, and lowered it. She remembered one of the
whores telling her about certain universal gestures. She
dropped slowly to one knee, then the other. He smiled
and nodded. He pointed to her wrist, then to her neck.
She raised both hands and put them behind her head,
fingers clasped behind her neck. She nodded again.
The three calmly took off their jackets and shoes, laid
them carefully across the back of a chair. Two of them
stripped slowly, the third pulled off his pants, shirt,
and underwear quickly. He approached her and pushed his
limp cock into her mouth. Her tongue pushed the foreskin
back and she started nibbling lightly at the head of his
cock. It swelled immediately and he pushed it hard into
her mouth. She didn't expect it and gagged. The men
laughed.
Len was watching with mixed feelings. Since the
breakdown of his own earning power, he was starting to
resent Oscar's handing his wife over to strangers. This
group was especially bothersome since the black/white
attraction was what had made this so exciting in the
first place. He watched as the man took his wife's head
in his hands and guided her speed and direction on his
cock. Her ass jiggled and hair flew as the man worked
his cock into her mouth. He slowed down, quickened,
moved her from side to side seemingly at random. Len saw
that her eyes were closed and she was breathing quicker.
He was wearing her out and she was not excited.
As he rubbed his cock against her tongue and throat, he
moaned softly "cum dump, cum dump." Len felt his
erection rise. After a few more minutes, the man's
spasms came on and he started shouting as he unloaded
into her mouth. "Cum Dump! Cum Dump!"
He pushed her away and stepped back. A thin string of
cum followed him, snapped from the tip of his penis, and
fell down onto her chin and chest. He wiped himself on a
towel and retired to the sofa.
The second naked man held his belt in his right hand and
whacked it against the palm of his left. He indicated
she was to turn around and raise her ass high. She put
her forehead between her elbows and raised her ass. He
reached for her, slid the robe over her bottom and down
her back.
She knelt there with her back and ass exposed, eyes
closed, waiting. She heard him walking on the carpet
around her. He was looking at her from all sides. Taking
in the expanse of white flesh he was about to violate.
Would it land on her back? Her ass? Her thighs? She felt
him knees in front of her. He reached down and raised
her chin. His fingers slid into her mouth and pulled her
tongue.
She pushed her tongue between her lips and he wiped his
balls on them. She understood what he wanted and started
licking them. She wasn't sure what the taste was, but it
was like nothing she'd ever tasted. A sweet, cloying
taste. Cloves? That wouldn't make sense. Was it his
sweat or was it something he'd smeared on them? She
smelled him, trying to put the smell and taste together.
He slipped something between her lips and pulled on her
tongue. In a reflex move, she swallowed it. There was no
taste and she panicked. What had he given her? But, he
gave no indication that anything had happened and
neither did anyone else. Len couldn't help her if
anything was going on. And the others certainly
wouldn't.
He lay the strap across her bottom, gently rested it
there. She felt the smell getting stronger in her
nostrils. The taste was getting more intense. She was
getting lost in it. She felt like she might be a flower,
admiring her own smell. It was the smell of horses fresh
back from a run. The smell of dirt in the garden after a
rain. She wanted more and opened her mouth. She tried to
reach up for his cock but it didn't seem to be there.
She looked up but saw nothing but his balls swinging
before her nose. They seemed massive. They were twenty
inches wide, wrapped in a dark, leathery pouch with
thick black hair like wires. She licked them hungrily
now, knew they were filled with a delicious liquid that
she needed. She didn't remember what it tasted like, or
where she was, or who she was. She only knew that if she
licked on those huge sweet basketballs in front of her
nose, she would somehow become very, very happy.
She moaned and pressed her thighs together. Her cunt was
oozing juice from earlier fucks as she pressed and
released, pressed and released her cunt muscles. She was
dimly aware of voices behind her saying something like
coom, noo coom, coom doomp' but she couldn't focus on
them. Only her need for that feeling between her legs
and that taste on her tongue. What was she doing with
her pussy again? It felt so damn good, what was it?
She reached up and grabbed his strong thighs, licked
like a cat slurping milk. Long, wet passes with her
tongue, then sucking on the skin and hairs, pulling back
slowly. She could almost taste invisible droplets of cum
oozing between the pores of his sac. The room was gone,
there was nothing but the feeling between her legs, the
voice repeating coom...' and the swollen sacks of cum
she was sucking right through his skin.
She felt something very far off. It was like a stripe of
fire off behind her. Somehow, it was connected to a loud
sound she'd heard but it didn't make sense. It didn't
belong together. Then, the sound came again and there
was a fire behind her, trying to catch up with her. But
the more she sucked and the more she squeezed her cunt
muscles, the further away the fire was. If she could
just keep going, it would never catch her.
"Whack!" came the sound again, closer this time. The
feeling moved up behind her, perhaps directly behind her
shoulder blades. Then just below. Desperate to stay
ahead of it, she sucked and licked at the sack. Saliva
was dripping down her chin and onto the floor, still she
couldn't get a decent mouthful through those thick
leathery pouches.
The stripe of fire was directly below her now, she could
have been sitting on it. It came again and again,
lighting a fire below her ass. She became dimly aware
that she was being whipped by a belt. For some reason,
it didn't register as pain, just sensation. And the
balls kept swimming in front of her eyes, changing size,
sometime changing shape. Somewhere in her head was a
voice saying they made you eat something' but she
ignored it. Her cunt was feeling very good now, nothing
else mattered.
Something changed in front of her, the balls were gone.
In their place she saw something huge and snakelike. She
recognized it immediately. It was a cock. It was oily
with pre-cum and she knew that it was attached in some
magical way to those balls. She could get all the cum
she wanted out of it if she just sucked it.
So, she ignored the fire underneath and opened her mouth
slightly. It seemed like she couldn't open it any wider.
The head of the beast slid between her lips, then slid
for an hour or so deeply into her mouth. She swallowed,
hoping to excite the head. Then, he was pulling out, the
back in. She moved to try and meet his rhythm. But the
whipping across her bottom and back was starting to
hurt. It was starting to distract her. She was beginning
to feel it. Something was wearing off and she was
recognizing normal sensations again.
She felt the belt stop hitting her and cried her relief.
In only seconds, the hot cum started filling up her
mouth and she began swallowing. It came in buckets,
rivers, flowing so fast she couldn't keep up with it. It
started dribbling down her chin, her neck, onto the
carpet. He pulled his cock out and stepped away. She
felt the pool of it remaining on her tongue, felt the
slow flow of it out over her lower lip, down her chin.
She swallowed hard, licked her lips, and wiped her chin
with the back of her left hand.
Habib, the third man, hadn't fucked her there in front
of Len but had taken her home. Before he left, he smiled
at Len. "Did you see her? A pity we have no more of that
particular herb with us," he said in perfect English.
At five minutes before three, Habib arrived with Sue. As
always, she was wearing one of the several outfits Oscar
had bought for her. Habib escorted her to the table and
sat her down beside Len.
"I compliment you. Your wife is truly a fine whore. Ask
her about the kennel later, if you want to hear
something very exciting. Later tonight, while you are
lying in her arms. Unless, of course, she will be
fucking someone else." He reached into his pocket and
pulled out an envelope. He threw it on the table. "There
are three $100 dollar bills in there. Oh yes, and some
photographs." He walked away and left the bar.
***
At five minutes before three, Habib arrived with Sue. As
always, she was wearing one of the several outfits Oscar
had bought for her. Habib escorted her to the table and
sat her down beside Len.
"I compliment you. Your wife is truly a fine whore. Ask
her about the kennel later, if you want to hear
something very exciting. Later tonight, while you are
lying in her arms. Unless, of course, she will be
fucking someone else." He reached into his pocket and
pulled out an envelope. He threw it on the table. "There
are three $100 dollar bills in there. Oh yes, and some
photographs." He walked away and left the bar.
Len looked at Sue after Habib had left the bar.
She looked exhausted. Her hair was pasted to her
forehead, her eyes had bags under them. She slumped into
the chair across from him and put her head down on her
arms. "I need some sleep."
"Did you get any sleep last night?"
"None. Correction - I think I dozed off a few times, but
never for very long. They didn't stop. Once, I told them
I had to go to the toilet. I fell asleep in there, woke
up on a mattress on the floor with one of them on top of
me, another lying underneath. I don't know how long
they'd been there, but it didn't seem too much matter to
them if I was awake or not."
He reached across the table and rested his hand on her
head. "Oscar's being an asshole about this whole 2
nights off' thing."
She raised her head, sat up straighter. "Oh, but Len! It
was like nothing I'd ever had with Oscar and his
friends. I felt like I was on another planet or
something - I just got off and off and off."
She was silent for a few seconds.
"They fed me something," she finally said.
"What do you mean?"
Her eyes widened and she leaned forward.
"When we got to his apartment, he gave me something to
drink. Then, he offered me a pill - said it would make
my breath sweet. I chewed them and it hit me
immediately. I don't know what it was, what the hell he
could have put in there, but I got so sensitive.
Anything that touched me turned me on. I felt every inch
of my clothes touching me, I felt the hairs on the backs
of my hands, the wind across my skin as someone walked
by. It was incredible."
She sat back down in her chair and closed her eyes. When
she opened them up again, she had an intense look in her
eyes. The signs of exhaustion she'd shown when she
arrived were gone.
"I want more."
"Listen, we can't afford to have you addicted to drugs
or something."
"It isn't like that. This wasn't cocaine. This was...I
don't know, but it's something he has and I want."
"Sue! Listen, get a grip on yourself. This is getting
out of hand." Len had a nervous look on his face as he
reached for his wife's hand.
"No, no, it isn't. It's just something new!"
"What is?"
Len looked up. It was Rick from the gym. He looked at
his watch - it was ten minutes after three.
"Sorry we're late," said Jim. He had a small suitcase
with him. Both of them were wearing jeans and white t-
shirts. Len looked at the muscled bodies he hadn't
noticed at the gym. These two obviously put in a lot of
time on the weight machines. "Are you ready?"
Sue stood up. The two men looked at her then at each
other. Rick looked at Sue again. Her hair was dirty and
her clothes were disheveled. She was wearing a bright
red scoop-neck leotard and a short, deep purple leather
miniskirt. Oscar had instructed her to wear black
fishnet stockings and heels for Habib who said he'd
"never seen a white woman in proper costume." There were
small, oval stains where cum had dripped and dried on
the skirt.
"Len, is this the $500 whore you said was an escort'?"
Len stood up and shook his head. "You don't understand.
This is a costume she had to put on for a customer. He
was a real jerk, a moron who has all these fantasies
about..."
"Fuck you. We don't need your half-assed explanations.
There's no way we're going to pay $500 unless we get our
money's worth. Got it?"
"Hey, I guarantee you'll get your money's worth," Sue
said. "What do you want me to change into? Give me ten
minutes."
"That's more like it. Be nice to us and we'll make it
worth your while."
"Yeah. Listen, why don't you put on something really
tight, just not trashy like that red thing. Why don't
you put on your exercise outfit and a wraparound skirt
on top? You have that?"
"Of course, honey," she said. "Just sit down here and
have a drink." She signaled to Len to bring them
something from the bar.
After he watched his wife walk upstairs to their room,
he took their orders and went to the bar. He was
thinking about how things would go later tonight. Len
hated himself some nights for getting so turned on
thinking about slipping up behind her, sliding his stiff
and excited cock into her gushing cunt. There was
nothing that turned him on as much as listening to the
sounds as he pushed the cum out of her cunt with his
cock. And few things that turned her on as much.
Until tonight. He wondered what Habib had given her that
had made such a big difference. And where could he get
some?
***
Rick handed the taxi driver a twenty and waved him off.
The man smiled and asked what time he should return.
"Six o'clock."
On the sidewalk, Jim was holding his small case in one
hand and pulling Sue closer with the other. She kissed
him softly and passionately. After their shaky start,
she had to do everything she could tonight to make sure
they would come back again. She moaned softly and
slipped her tongue between his lips. Her right hand ran
down his side, tugged at his belt. "Let's get inside."
Rick had already unlocked the door. He held it open and
the two of them stepped through. She heard him lock and
bolt the door behind them.
"God, I want some head from you!" said Jim, unzipping
his pants. "Ever since I started watching you at the
gym, it's been on my mind. Come over here."
She walked to him, dropped to her knees, and took the
head of his cock in her mouth. He was already starting
to get hard. She wrapped her lips lightly around the
head, ran her tongue in slow circles around the tip. He
put his hands on her head, pulled her close. She
resisted, kept her mouth just at the head.
She opened her mouth slightly and let out a long breath
of hot air. He moaned. "Oh shit!" She smiled. "I need to
lay down."
She stood up. "Whatever you say."
He pulled off his pants and boxers and jumped on the
bed. She knelt beside him, lowered her head to his belly
and started kissing just below his navel.
"Like this, honey?"
"Oh yeah," he moaned.
She pressed the tip of her tongue against his skin,
started moving in a slow line to the base of his cock.
He ground his hips into the mattress underneath. Sue
opened her mouth and ran it along the right side of his
cock. He felt her saliva soaking him as she moved slowly
toward his cock-head. When she reached it, she
immediately moved across and started licking her way
down the other side of his cock.
She kept at it for several minutes. When she was
finished, his cock was completely slick from her mouth.
"You want me to drink it or do you want it in my pussy?"
A wide smile broke out on his face. This was a whore who
worked for her money. She'd asked in such a sweet voice,
he could tell she'd love either answer.
"Milk me dry, honey."
"You ready for this?" she asked. Without waiting for an
answer, she straddled his chest and pushed her mouth
down on his cock. He felt it go past her lips, across
the roof of her mouth, and finally lodge deep in her
throat. He felt a constriction around his cockhead he'd
never felt before. She had him well into her throat. She
moved just slightly back and forth, but to his cock it
felt like the long long draw of a tight cunt.
He lay there, staring into her wide open cunt and
feeling the heavenly suction of her throat. His eyes
roamed over her ass. He raised her skirt and pulled down
the waistband of her tights. She was naked underneath.
His eyes feasted on her pussy lips and ass cheeks. He
noticed several wide stripes across her ass. She'd taken
a belt across it recently. He started toying with
possibilities in his mind. Sue kneeling before the two
of them, ass high, waiting for the belt. Or a coat
hanger. Or a wooden spoon. Or...
"Ahhh!!!!" He screamed as he shot his load into her
throat. She didn't change her pace, just kept a steady
milking motion. He jerked and lunged, losing control in
one of the best orgasms he could remember. Finally, he
was exhausted and pulled her shoulders. She stopped and
climbed off of the bed.
"Rick..." he moaned in a bare whisper.
Rick laughed. "Your dead pardner?"
"Noooo, not dead. Goddamn, she's good. Have her deep
throat you! It's so fucking good..."
"We'll see."
"Rick?"
"Yeah?"
"She takes the belt."
She looked quickly at Rick to gauge his reaction. She'd
taken the belt from Oscar's customers last night, but
didn't want to make a regular thing of it.
"Yeah, well, we'll see about that later," he said, very
matter-of-factly. Rick unzipped his pants and slid them
off. His cock was already stiff, the swollen head a
bright red. "Get out of those clothes, sweetie. Let's
see what you look like underneath that outfit."
She pulled the clothes off, piling them carefully on a
chair. Oscar was very tight with his clothing budget and
she couldn't afford to lose any being careless.
"Raise your arms above your head. That's it. Now, on
your toes. Turn around. Slowly."
She did as he instructed. "I see what you mean, Jim. It
isn't just her ass either. Her back shows some signs of
the belt. Come closer, dear." She stepped nearer to him.
"What's this?" he asked, examining some marks on her
shoulders and upper back.
"Paw prints?" She closed her eyes. "Don't tell me these
are paw prints!?"
She couldn't talk. She hadn't been certain if Habib was
serious or if he was trying to scare her, but he had let
two dogs loose on her. They had jumped on her and
knocked her to the floor. She'd been terrified that
there would be more. There hadn't.
"I don't think I want to know," Rick continued. "I just
want to feel the inside of that sweet pussy of yours."
He pushed her and she went to her knees. He walked
around behind her and raised her ass with his hands. She
rested her forehead on her arms and spread her knees
wider.
He pushed into her deep and fast. She felt the cum ooze
out along the sides of his cock and drip down her inner
thighs. "Nice. Silky, sweet..." Rick held her hips and
started a deep, slow fuck. She went along with his
rhythm. It felt good, he was being gentle and
considerate especially compared to Habib's friends last
night. She reached her hand down between her legs. With
two fingers, she lightly tickled his balls. With the
other two, she worked her own clit. He felt her start to
move underneath him and knew she was working herself. He
didn't mind. Let her, maybe her own orgasm would make
his more intense.
She started cumming before he did. He heard her
breathing get erratic, started taking her on. "Go on,
little pussy. Let's hear it. Don't be shy, no one's
around. Finger that little cunt-hole..." As her
excitement built, her pussy twitched and he felt it. He
started fucking deeper. They were working in unison and
he shot his load into her cunt.
Len was surprised to see them walk through the door at
5. They'd paid for her straight through to six o'clock.
"Any trouble?" he asked them.
They smiled at him. "No, no problem at all. We just
thought it might be nice to let you in on the fun." Rick
motioned for Len to follow him into the hallway at the
back of the bar. Len went along, smiling.
When they were out of range of the customers in the bar,
Rick raised Sue's skirt. Len saw that they'd attached
eight clothespins to her cunt-lips, four on each side.
"She's been like this for about twenty minutes. Jim
fucked her up the ass like this, and I've been holding
off. I think she's pretty damned sensitive by now. I'm
going to pull these off, then fuck her in the stock
room. If you want to, she's yours when I'm done. Just
thought you might like to get in on the action." He
reached his hand underneath her skirt and turned to Sue.
"Am I right? You pretty sensitive now?"
She nodded. He moved his hand around, brushed against
the front pair. "OOOhhhhh," she moaned. Rick smiled. He
pushed a finger against her clit and started massaging
it. She closed her eyes and smiled. "Fuck, yes...!"
"You go the key?" Rick asked Len. Len opened the door to
the stock room. Once they were inside, Rick pulled the
clothespins off of her quickly while she cried out in
pain. When they were all off, he pressed her against the
wall and unzipped his pants.
"Here we go. I want to feel you moving under me..." He
slid his cock into her damp cunt. She ground against
him, trying to find a comfortable position. There was
none. The fabric of his pants, the zipper, the hairs of
his cock, all of them pressed into her raw and swollen
cunt lips. She jerked and twitched as he fucked her. He
closed his eyes and rode her for nearly ten minutes like
that. Finally, he braced himself and pushed deep into
her while he came.
He pulled his cock out of her, wiped it dry on the
inside of her skirt, then stepped back. "Len, she's all
yours. I'll see you at the gym tomorrow..."
Rick and Jim left. Len looked at his wife. She'd spend
most of the last 24 hours getting her cunt fucked off by
at least eight men. And now, she was pressed against the
stock room wall, skirt up around her waist, legs bare,
cum dripping from her tender cunt. She smiled at him. He
smiled back. She raised her arms and he stepped into
them.
Sue pulled him close, kissed him lightly. "You like me
like this?"
He kissed her back. "Yes yes yes." He kissed her cheek,
eyebrows, forehead, then down the other side of her
face. She raised her left leg, wrapped it around his
back. His hard cock found her cunt and slid into her
easily. He held her face in his hands. Both of their
mouths were open, they were kissing and sucking at each
other's tongues. He fucked her gently at first, but as
her body motion became more intense, he matched her.
Soon, they were grunting and slamming into the wall. She
screamed as she came, he held off. When her spasms
subsided, he started her up again.
He whispered to her about the black cock whose baby was
inside her. Then, he told her what he'd seen yesterday
with the Middle Easterners. He whispered about Habib and
the belt across her ass. He whispered to her about the
men at the gym and the way they'd looked at her matted
hair and whore clothes. She became more and more excited
as he talked. Finally, the both built to a climax
together.
"Oh baby, this never needs to end!" she sighed as she
fell asleep in his arms.
Sue looked at Len sleeping. He was curled up tight, head
buried in the pillow. He hadn't slept well for the last
few nights and she was a little worried. She pulled the
blanket up over his shoulder and tucked it under his
chin.
It was still dark outside, the sun wouldn't rise until 7
at the earliest. The green glow from her wristwatch said
4:15 - Habib would be downstairs at half past.
She slid quietly out of the bed and moved silently into
the hallway. The door squealed a bit as she pulled it
closed behind her but Len didn't stir. There would be no
one in the shared bathroom at this hour, so she entered,
closed the door, and turned on the light.
Last night hadn't been too bad. It was one of Oscar's
nights and she'd had almost no traffic. Two men came,
both were gentle and considerate, both knew about her
and Len's money problems and tipped her generously. She
ran the brush through her hair and dusted a light violet
blush across her cheeks, a rich, dark violet for her
eyelids and lips. Habib liked that color, told her it
reminded him of flowers.
She'd gone to sleep wearing the outfit he preferred, a
deep burgundy thong and a white camisole - both of an
expensive fabric that felt like satin.
This would be the first time she struck out on her own.
She'd talked with Habib two nights earlier when he'd
arrived with some friends to pay Len for an hour with
her. She did her best to impress them, then pulled Habib
aside while his friends were dressing.
"The herb you gave me the night you took me home. What
was it?" He wouldn't tell her, but said that it was
available whenever she needed it. She told him she
needed it.
He'd been very calm and cool. He told her that he would
order some and have it in two days. They would meet at
4:30, they would have sex in one of the rooms and he
would give her what she wanted. She'd agreed.
In the intervening hours, she'd thought of little else.
She knew from the first time that she wanted to do it
again, now that the time was near, the craving was with
her all the time. She still wasn't certain what had
happened that first time, only that it was wonderful.
At 4:25, she clicked off the light and walked barefoot
down the stairs into the bar. There was a dim glow from
the neon signs, enough to allow her to navigate through
the darkness to the front door where he said he would
meet her.
She monitored the street, body tensing with excitement
at every sound of car tires or footsteps. A wind kicked
up and blew a piece of newspaper against the door - she
almost felt it. She felt her hand slide down between her
legs and touch lightly against her crotch. She was
tempted to finger herself, give herself a taste of what
was coming, but resisted.
At 4:30, Habib rose from his seat at one of the tables
and stepped into the dim light of the juke box.
"Hello, Sue."
She spun around, shocked that he had been there all that
time.
"How long have you been here?" she asked.
"Oh, Oscar has given me a key long ago."
She was surprised to hear that.
"Yes. In fact, I've looked in on you from time to time.
Watched you sleep. Once, I even watched your husband and
you making love. A touching sight."
She felt anger rise but her desire for the herb killed
it quickly. Habib stepped closer, reached out and
touched her hair.
"Especially when he talks to you about what he'd seen
you do earlier that day. Who you'd had in your mouth,
how many members had penetrated your body..."
She closed her eyes, listening to his words, letting the
humiliation wash over her. Habib had been studying her,
knew what she would react to. "Do you have it?"
"Ah, my little one. You have no shame left, do you? Not
even an insult for me, for my watching you and your
husband fucking?" He continued to caress her cheek. "You
remember what my friends and I did to your body, don't
you?" He reached into his pocket, withdrew a small
capsule. "Exploring every inch of your body. Knowing you
would not resist." He pushed the capsule between her
lips, pushed it back into her mouth with his thumb. "And
the nicest part was not worrying about your becoming
pregnant, yes? Knowing all the time that you are already
carrying a new life inside your womb..."
She swallowed the pill and listened to his words. She
let them surround her, knew that -- as it was last time
-- his voice would be her connection to reality once the
herb took effect.
"And you are wearing what I bought for you?"
"Yes, I have been wearing it since 10 o'clock last
night, as you instructed." She felt her body lighten,
knew the feeling was just moments away.
"Then, you know what I will want of you." She nodded,
feeling his hand on her face like a thousand feathers, a
thousand pins, a thousand million little fingers
caressing her.
"Yes, I know what you will want." The words were almost
tangible to her as they left her mouth. She felt them
build in her throat, move across her tongue and out into
the room.
"Well, then, why don't you go ahead and tell me?" He was
teasing her and she knew it. But, the feelings were
there, she had what she needed. Everything else was of
no consequence.
"You will have me go to the kitchen. I will look in the
refrigerator. I will find where they keep the butter. I
will dip my fingers into it, put it away. Then, I will
stand before you and beg you to let me make you
happy..."
She was floating away now, her body alive to any touch.
Soon, she'd need to beg him for it.
"...you will say yes'. Then, I will turn around pull the
thong down around my knees, and smear the butter all
over my fingers. I will slide my fingers up into my
asshole, lubricating myself for your Precious Member. I
will do this for several minutes, alternating fingers
the way you taught me last time. First the index finger,
to the first knuckle, then the middle finger. Then, the
index finger all the way, then the middle finger. I will
do this ten times, as you instructed..."
She was getting weak in the knees now. Talking about
this was making her hot. She could smell the lubrication
of her cunt. It was a strong, sweet smell. She knew it
would grow richer and muskier later.
"...you will approach me and unzip yourself. My mouth
will make your Precious Member hard, then, when you are
ready, you will move around behind me and fuck me up the
ass. You will fuck me for a long time, holding yourself
back from cumming. While you fuck, I will feel your
fingers on my clitoris. You will play with it, massaging
lightly, then quicker, then lighter again. You enjoy
hearing me beg and you will play me as long as you are
able. Which was over 30 minutes last time..."
She started moving her hips, hoping to entice him. She
reached out for him but he took her hands and placed
them at her sides. The drug made even those movements
exquisitely pleasurable.
"...when you finally cum, you will fill me up and then
allow me to finish masturbating myself. Then, I will
bring a warm rag and clean you, removing any traces of
my ass and the butter from your Precious Member."
Habib smiled. "Open your eyes, little one." She looked
at him. "Are you enjoying my gift?" She nodded. "It's as
I remembered it..." she mumbled, only half pronouncing
the words.
"Good. Go back to your bed, go back and sleep or fuck
your husband. I demand nothing of you tonight."
Habib kissed her lightly on the forehead and walked
toward the door.
"Habib! Please! You can't leave me like this...!" She
ran toward him, wrapped her arms around his neck.
He pulled her off of him and let go. "I bring you a
present and you demand more?"
"I am not demanding..." she wrapped her arms around her
knees, buried her face in his pant legs. "I am begging.
I just assumed you would want..."
"You assumed wrong. I came this time as a friend. But,
we need to talk about the future, don't we?"
He pulled a chair from under one of the tables and sat
down. "Come, stand beside me." She rose and stood to his
right. He reached for her and yanked the thong halfway
down her thighs. He pushed two fingers up inside of her
and let her move around on his hand as he talked. "You
know, I'm sure, that I will never pay for you again.
From now on, we will have an agreement. I will bring you
the drug and you will perform favors for me. Is that
satisfactory?"
She barely heard him, her entire focus was on the
fingers. They felt like snakes inside of her, curling,
coiling, then expanding, reaching further and deeper,
then withdrawing. She loved the image. "Yes, that is
fine," she breathed.
"I may bring friends. You will service them also."
"Yes, yes... deeper." She reached for her breasts,
pulled at them, scratched the tops with her fingernails.
"You may have it every second day. Some days, we will
meet at this hour. Other days, we will meet in the early
evening."
She felt the orgasm rising, coming nearer, roaring in
her ears. "More, three fingers, four... please..."
He forced a third then a fourth finger inside of her,
she bent her knees to open wider for him.
"You will not deny me anything."
"I will not...deny...you... anything!!!" She screamed as
she started to cum. Her hands went to her cunt and
rubbed hard, quickly, slowly, quickly again as she
panted and choked out her pleasure.
"Sleep well, little one," Habib said as he walked out of
the bar.
***
Oscar was petting her forehead gently. She had her eyes
closed, the back of her head rested on the inside of his
left thigh. She took a deep smell of his crotch. She
loved the sweet, deep male smell of him. When he was
gentle like this was the only time she worried at all
about Len. Seeing his wife's cradled between the legs of
their black master (what other word could she use these
days?), she worried that Len might feel just how reliant
they both were on Oscar's whims. As long as she kept
Oscar satisfied, she felt the tension between the men
could be kept to a minimum.
"You have already begun to swell," he said softly,
reaching his free hand down for her left breast. He was
right, she'd already gained two inches and one cup size.
Soon, he belly would begin showing as well. The thought
brought her another flash of passion between the legs.
He rolled her nipple gently between his fingers and she
closed her eyes. She allowed herself to forget the four
other men in the room who were watching the two of them.
As usual, Oscar had made them wait outside while she
serviced him, then enter the room to wait their turn.
"You see, my friends? Did you notice what she did as
soon as I began pulling on her soft, brown nipples?" She
blushed slightly - he was right. As soon as he'd cupped
her breast, she'd allowed her right knee to drop back
down to the bed. Now, she lay with her feet just inches
from her ass, left knee still bent and high, but the
right knee flat on the bed. She knew this had opened her
cunt lips and that the men were watching eagerly.
"She assumes this position for me often. It is one of
the several I prefer." He continued to massage the brown
area around her nipple, she moaned slightly. "She is my
own personal cum dump, into which you may deposit your
seed." She took another deep breath. His use of the term
still turned her on. "As you know, it will not fertilize
her. She already carries my child."
One of the men stepped forward. "I have wrestled the
other three and beaten them all. We wrestled nearly
twenty minutes. I prevailed."
"Show off muthafucker!" one of the others laughed. "Just
get your cock into that white bitch's little pussy and
let's show her how it's done!"
"Yeah," one of the other jeered. "Looka how hungry the
bitch is! And she ain't hungry for that thin little pink
cock her white man came with...!"
The three of them all laughed as the first man knelt on
the mattress at the foot of the bed. He rubbed his cock
lightly and it grew stiff. "You like this, mama?" he
asked as he moved closer.
"Give it to me!" she answered. Oscar kept her head there
in his lap, one hand on each side of her head now,
holding her steady. "I'm all yours."
The man pushed raised her left knee and raised it up. He
took her right knee in his other hand and put both knees
over his shoulders. Then, he let her slide down slowly
into place. Her ass rocked back and forth slowly as he
reached between her legs. He guided the head of his cock
between her outer lips.
"Ah, here we go bitch, here we go..." he repeated softly
as he pushed the head into her. She moaned and relaxed
her cunt muscles. She felt the head enter. After all
this time, she still loved the feeling of the thick head
spreading her cunt lips wide. It was nothing like
fucking Len or her other white lovers. Even the ones
with long cocks never seemed to have the thickness of
her black lovers. He worked his way up into her for what
seemed like five, ten, twenty long minutes. She felt the
walls of her cunt widen, her insides rearrange
themselves to allow him maximum penetration.
Then, he was withdrawing. She felt like her entire
insides were being pulled out after him. Like her entire
bowels were unloading, her entrails being pulled out
through her narrow opening. Then, he was pushing them
back into place. Back into place. And further.
Everything compacting against her stomach, her lungs,
the base of her throat.
"Oh, fucking damn, yes, oh fuck me! FUCK ME!!" she
moaned, already losing control after Oscar's buildup.
She started bucking against him, forcing his cock deeper
than even he had been moving. She sped up, rocked
against him, throwing her head right and left between
Oscar's thighs. She leaned her head back, smelled his
asshole, the smell of his shit from earlier mixed with
his sweat, his cum, her juices, her saliva from when she
sucked his sock. She pushed hard, felt his the wiry
hairs at the base of his cock scrubbing her nose, lips,
chin.
The man was losing control rapidly. His dreams of riding
Oscar's whore were vanishing in the silky pleasure she
provided. She knew how to work him and he couldn't
resist. He came in just eight minutes. When he unloaded,
it poured into her for hours, her screams of pleasure
muffled by Oscar's thigh, which she was again pressed
tight to.
He pulled his cock out of her, wiped it clean on her
cunt hairs, then invited the next man.
"Bitch tight, or maybe this big horse's cock of mine
just makes it feel that way !" he laughed.
"Fuck yourself, nigger! If she like that little boys
cootie of yours, she'll love this MAN's cock!" They
laughed and changed places. "You hear me, ho? You gonna
get a REAL fucking now." He rammed his cock into her
sopping wet cunt, felt the head hit home somewhere
around her stomach. He pulled out, slammed in, worked
her hard. She didn't slow down, met his every move. When
he showed signs of slowing down, she'd tighten the grip
she had on him with her thighs, pressing against the
small of his back with her heels.
"What's the matter," she asked. "Getting a little
tired?"
She knew they always took that as a challenge. He worked
her harder now, pulling his head all the way to her
outer cunt lips before plunging deep into her. With each
stroke now, he tried to pull nearly out, ram nearly all
the way through her. She moaned and humped, pressing her
crotch against him, trying to get the maximum pressure
on her clit. Finally, she came, the convulsions inside
her cunt taking him over the edge. When he'd unloaded,
he collapsed between her legs.
"Oscar, what a muthafucker!" He laughed. "You done
turned the bitch into something special...!"
Oscar leaned forward and pushed him off of her. "Get
your lazy ass outta here and give someone else some
room."
Len entered the room, told Oscar that it was nearly ten
p.m. -- the time they generally let her go to sleep,
unless something unusual had been planned. He looked
down on the bed and saw Sue there, hands between her
legs, holding herself open for the next man. There was a
pool of cum on the sheet between her legs, the insides
of her thighs were glistening and her cunt hairs matted.
He felt his cock get hard and a smile spread across his
face.
"Two more, Len," Oscar announced. "Unless, of course,
you'd like to have a go at her as well?"
Len was in a good mood. He walked across the room,
leaned down and kissed her belly. "Oh, I'll have her for
the rest of the night. Don't worry about me..." He
smiled.
Two of the men looked at each other and shook their
heads. "The white boy knows what his bitch likes,
doesn't he?"
"Hey, asshole," Len said, turning around quickly.
"You're dumb enough to do my warm up work for me, why
should I turn it down?" He turned back to Sue. "You just
fuck her. Me, she loves."
Len walked back to the door, waited just long enough to
watch the third man kneel down between Sue's legs while
she held her lips open wide. He smiled and left.
Len sat down at the small table at the back of the
barroom. He opened a notebook and reviewed the numbers.
Thirty-five hundred dollar. Still it seemed like a
pittance. Given their situation - and the unlikeness
he'd ever find a decent paying job again - that was not
nearly enough.
As he looked back at the numbers for the last few weeks,
it looked like she'd been bringing in less recently. The
numbers of visitors hadn't really changed. And Habib had
paid very well the first few times. This time, it seemed
like he wasn't coming through.
A short man approached him, looked around the bar
several times, then sat down. "You Len?" he asked.
"Who's asking?" Len returned.
"Don't fuck with me, I'm a friend. I have something to
talk to you about. I think Oscar might be in trouble."
Len leaned forward. This wasn't something he'd expected
at all. How and why would Oscar be in trouble? And, if
he was, Len wasn't aware that he and Oscar had any
common friends, let alone any who would tell Len about
Oscar's troubles.
"How am I involved?" Len asked.
"You rely pretty heavily on Oscar, don't you?"
Len nodded. No one really knew details, but it was
common knowledge that Len and Sue were living in the
whorehouse.
"There's trouble with the man who's been buying the
babies. I don't think he was aware that they were
mixed."
Len shook his head. That had been one of the major
factors they were all relying on. For some reason, Oscar
had picked Sue for his crazy scheme, and their entire
lives had been destroyed. Oscar was really all they had
left and if he was in trouble...
Sue braced herself against the shower wall with her left
arm. With her right, she adjusted the water until it was
as hot as she could stand it. It had been a long evening
and was going to be a shorter night. Oscar had her work
an entire 12 hour shift in the bar for him -- nine
customers with their paltry 25% split -- then took her
up to his own room for two hours. As always, he was
insatiable. She didn't know where he got his energy or
stamina, but she was always completely exhausted after a
session with him.
The hot water ran down the back of her body. She let it
caress her, turned slow circles so it would warm her
everywhere. Thoughts of Oscar wouldn't leave her. He'd
had her do a slow dance to a CD of saxophone music he
had playing. Now and then, he'd hang his ass off the end
of the bed, cock erect. She'd dance toward him, straddle
his hips, and take his cock up into her, all in time to
the music. She'd sway left and right, move up and down,
never allowing him to penetrate all the way. The head
entered, she withdrew. As she grew wetter, she slid a
few inches of the wrist-thick shaft into her. Then,
she'd withdraw again and dance in the middle of the
room.
After a few of these dances, he's shake his head and
point to his cock. She knelt in front of him and took
the head into her mouth. She'd suck while he made small
moaning sounds, encouraging her. Then, he'd push her
gently. She'd stand and dance again. Her heat grew and
grew as he teased her. Soon, she was spreading her cunt
lips open, crouching, pushing her hips forward trying to
entice him. He'd smile, put out his tongue. She danced
closer, trying to get him to lick her. He would flick
his tongue lightly, then withdraw.
When he finally did fuck her, it was on his back, hands
behind his head, a contented smile on his face. She did
all the work. She rocked back and forth, clenched and
released her pussy muscles, rose up to her knees, held
his member with her hand, pushed herself down, rubbed
herself hard against his pelvis to make certain it was
all the way in. Clenched with her insides again.
He'd indicate to her when he wanted to cum. No matter
how close or far she was to her own orgasm, she knew
this would take her over the edge. She'd start with the
slow, deep fuck he loved. Then, she'd raise herself up
and take just the head. She didn't move, just clenched
and unclenched her cunt muscles. He never failed to pull
his head forward with his hands and moan something
obscene to her.
She'd continue this ten, twenty times. Then, she'd slide
just a bit deeper and do it again. She'd repeat this
until the entire shaft was up inside of her. By then,
she was always nearly ready to cum. She knew the rest of
his pattern. She'd lean forward, brace herself with
fists on the bed, right beside his head. She'd lean
forward and offer her nipples right wherever his mouth
was. Sometimes he licked, sometimes he sucked, sometimes
he bit. Sometimes he ignored them. That turned her on,
not knowing.
Once she was in this position, the real fucking started.
He'd begin moving his hips up and down, fucking her at
whatever speed he liked that night. She was to remain
perfectly still. He sometimes fucked shallow, sometimes
deep, sometimes fast or slow. It was all up to him at
that point. If she lost control and began fucking back,
he'd leave her like that. If she allowed an elbow to
bend or a nipple to drift too far from the reach of his
mouth, he'd withdraw his cock and send her to her room.
She'd learned that her excitement was too great and that
this was a very real punishment.
So, she obliged him in every way. Nothing he ever wanted
was beyond her now. And this was little to ask - her
stillness.
He'd asked much more. The first few times she'd had to
lick around his asshole had taken her some getting used
to. Sometimes, she'd have to lay on the bed beneath him,
mouth open so wide it hurt her jaws, with both of his
balls in her mouth. She'd jack him off with her hands
while her tongue licked between, around, and all over
his sack. She'd often come away with hairs between her
teeth and sore jaws. But, it was what he demanded.
The hot water of the shower caressed her and she put her
hand between her legs. Then, she remembered it was a
night for Habib. She quickly finished the shower,
dressed in her "uniform" and went to bed.
Habib stood holding her tight against him. He kissed her
and she kissed back. The herbs had taken her somewhere
else again and she didn't know what it was exactly she
was feeling. It was something long and hot, moving
around inside her mouth. Something of her own was moving
with it. Sometimes they would move together, sometimes
apart. She pressed against it. It pressed back. She
sucked it. It grew longer and went down her throat. She
felt it inside her belly, moving around.
The feeling excited her and she squeezed the muscles of
her ass. Her asshole opened wider and she felt something
there too. It was something long and thin. It seemed to
have something very large at the end, it was probing
deep inside of her. She felt her arms move around
Habib's neck, tighten, loosen, tighten again.
An orgasm grew inside of her -- she never mistook that
feeling. It was a swelling that started at the base of
her body -- right between her cunt-hole and her asshole.
It spread slowly, warming up the entire bottom half of
her belly. Then it shot up her spine and came back down
through her throat to her belly and intestines.
But something was there. When the electricity moved
through her, she felt it encounter something stiff and
huge inside of her. It was that huge probe again. There
was something very thin and long attached to it,
something that protruded from her asshole. But inside of
her, it was very unusual. She opened her eyes to look at
Habib but couldn't see him. She only saw a pair of eyes,
no face. She closed her eyes again and surrendered to
the feeling.
It was the right thing to do. The orgasm was released
almost immediately. Her body spasmed, her feet left the
ground and went up somewhere around Habib's back. She
felt something supporting her, she assumed hands
underneath her ass.
There were other hands on her body. She felt something
warm and scratchy pressing against her back, something
similar against her belly and tits. Dimly, she
remembered that she was sandwiched between Habib and the
strong-looking, squat man he'd brought with him. After
giving her the herb, Habib had invited the man to sample
her asshole. She'd heard him open a bag of some sort,
turned to look.
He'd purchased some odd contraption that fit over his
cock. It was a series of four large metal rings,
connected by a leather strap. As the herb had taken
affect, she hadn't bothered asking whether he was going
to fuck her like that. She knew. And in seconds, it no
longer mattered. Her body was getting that familiar
feeling and nothing could matter. That was when Habib
had inserted his long, snake of a tongue into her mouth.
The men held her like that, fucking her on and off,
switching places, for nearly an hour. She was not
allowed to sit or lay down. Neither of them wanted to
use her cunt. They took turns, Habib with his long, thin
cock that penetrated so deep she worried he'd cause her
to unload her bowels, and Habib's friend with the thick,
mechanically enhanced rod that rammed into her with a
strength she'd only known from Oscar.
As the drug started wearing off, she was allowed a few
moments with no cock inside of her. She caught her
breath -- she'd long since stopped counting her orgasms
-- and braced herself against a chair.
"I want three hundred dollars," Habib's friend told her.
She gave him a puzzled look. "Excuse me?"
Habib took her by the shoulders and pulled her close.
"Sue, it's been nice fucking you for free, you have a
nice silky mouth and a sweet asshole. But, you must
understand that this herb does not come free to me."
She stared into his eyes, dazed. "What the hell are you
talking about?"
He gave her a wide smile as he stared directly into her
eyes. "I said, these herbs are not free. This is the man
I purchase them from."
She turned and looked at the short, dark man. He smiled
and bowed slightly. "I have been talking with Habib
about you. He told me all about your asshole and he was
completely correct. I think I will enjoy fucking you now
and then. And, when I do, you can pay me."
"For the drugs."
Habib smiled. "Well, for the drugs certainly. But, I've
been thinking that you should pay me for the fucking as
well."
"You're out of your mind."
"No, I'm not. Think about it. You love this much more
than I do. I could be fucking any of a number of whores
like yourself. Some might not be as eager as you, or as
pretty as you, but face it, as your boys say - they're
all pink on the inside?"
"You're out of your fucking mind if you think I'm going
to pay you for fucking me. That ISN'T how it works!"
"Not with most whores. But you are special. Let's try
this again. Do you know anywhere else you can get the
herb you love so much?"
She shook her head.
"And certainly, you know by now that you cannot get it
from either of us without fucking us?"
She shook her head again.
"Well, it's pretty damned simple then, isn't it? You can
either say goodbye to me tonight forever or you can go
find three hundred dollars somewhere."
Sue felt herself tense up. She'd never been in a
situation like this before. It was impossible to justify
spending money for sex, not when she had a steady stream
of cocks parading through her life. But money for the
herb, that was another story. She wasn't sure she could
do without it.
"How often?" she asked.
"When we want," the second man answered.
"You and I will remain on our usual schedule," Habib
said.
"This will be expensive," she complained.
"Work harder. Perhaps I can find additional customers
for you," the new man said. "I sell these devices to
many men at my bookstore and some of them are not
certain their lovers will enjoy them. Perhaps I can
charge them something to try the toys on you. You and I
will split the proceeds fifty-fifty."
"Wait a minute! How many kinds of those things are
there?"
"Not for you to worry about," said Habib. "Simply yes or
no."
"Oh my God, you can't mean this...!"
"I can and do. You have ten seconds." Habib looked at
his watch.
She walked behind the bar and picked up the combination
box she and Len kept their money in. She twisted the
dial and pulled out six $50 bills.
"Here."
The new man unsnapped the cock-rings and handed them to
Sue. "Here, clean these for me."
***
She washed herself gently. She was surprised to find
there was no blood, she was certain the cock-ring had
done something to her. Her surprise turned to pride.
Then, it turned to acceptance of her current way of
life.
She crawled back into bed and curled up against Len. He
rolled over and caressed her. She kissed him on the
cheek. He opened his eyes and pulled her close. He
pushed her legs apart with his knee and slid in between
them.
She felt her emotion rise up inside her, she was
immediately hot for him. She did the things he liked
with her fingers on his back, pulled him close, let him
take his time and fuck her long into the morning...
***
Rick waited until the water in the sink was steaming
hot. Then, he dipped his hands in and soaped them up. As
he scrubbed, he listened to Jim in the other room with
Sue. Rick had taken her for the first hour, Jim had
started only five minutes or so ago. He looked down at
his hands, they were nearly clean. He wondered whether
he was being overcautious, but then, knowing what kind
of woman Sue was, he returned to his scrubbing.
As he toweled off his hands, he walked back into the
front room. Sue was on her knees, hands clasped behind
her back, ass high in the air. Jim was standing behind
her with his hands on his hips, looking at her and
smiling.
"Let's see you bear down, see if you can open those cunt
lips up for me..."
Rick threw the towel back into the bathroom and walked
to the cooler they'd brought. He opened a beer and sat
on the bed.
"Very good. Pulse for me a little. You know, open,
close, open, close."
Sue relaxed and the lips of her pussy closed slightly.
Then, she tightened her muscles and the lips parted
again. She felt a small trickle of cum ooze out of her
and try to make its way to her leg.
Jim leaned down and pushed his thumb into her wet cunt.
He moved it back and forth gently, reached his index
finger for her clitoris.
"Here we go, baby. A little bit for you too..."
She pressed against him, started rubbing herself on his
finger and thumb. She wished there was something larger
inside of her and tried to imagine Oscar.
"You were beautiful at the gym today," Jim taunted. "I
know you saw us watching you. And you knew what we were
thinking, didn't you? Hmmm? About how nice your cunt was
underneath that outfit."
She didn't deny it, rubbed herself quicker.
"Do you want to know a secret? We saw you getting wet.
I'll bet the others thought it was sweat. But I was
close enough to smell you. You were lubing up, weren't
you? Thinking about the cock fest you were going to have
tonight?"
She closed her eyes and pushed back against his hand,
trying to get the thumb deeper into herself.
"Come on, turn around and come and get me, honey," Jim
said, removing his hand and setting back on the floor.
"I don't understand this. There's only $3,800 here. We
had $3,500 four days ago. I'm sure you made more than
that. What the hell's going on?"
Len was glaring at her across the table.
"Keep your voice down," Oscar called from several tables
away.
Len dropped his gaze, folded the spiral notebook closed
and pushed it away from him. "Well?"
Sue adjusted herself in the chair but didn't answer. She
knew this would have to happen sometime, there was no
way Len would not miss the money. But, she could not
deny herself the attention of Habib's friend and his
special herb.
"Look, if you spent it on something, it's no big deal. I
just want to know. It looks like there's nearly a
thousand dollars missing here..."
"OK, I did spend some, but not that much. Listen, don't
worry, I'll try and work harder tonight to make up for
it."
"What did you spend that kind of money on?" he asked,
but she had already stood up and was walking away. He
watched her. She was wearing another of the outfits
Oscar insisted on. It was nearly nothing - a white satin
camisole type dress with spaghetti straps. Her breasts -
- swollen now in her 14th week -- stressed the fabric,
but the rest of it clung nicely. He felt himself getting
hard just looking at her. It was short and barely
covered her ass. Underneath she wore thigh-high
stockings and no underwear. Six inches of naked flesh
showed between the top of the stockings and the hem of
the dress.
She made a circuit of the bar, slowed in front of each
of the men who had not already chosen other women.
Against one wall there was a group of four, they looked
to be about college age and clean-cut. She moved toward
them. When she was only a few feet from them, she
stopped and leaned against the wall.
"Mmmmm," one of them muttered. All four turned their
heads. "So, I take it that what I hear is true?"
She smiled and nodded. "It depends on what you hear. But
I think I know what you're talking about. And *that's*
true."
"Do you want a drink?" one of the others asked.
"No. A mouthful maybe, but not a drink." She smiled and
stared him directly in the eye. "Are you interested?"
He stood up. "Name's Roger and I'm very interested." He
turned to the others. "Don't wait up, boys."
She pretended to be shocked. "Are you going to send them
all home?"
The others smiled. "Well, actually we weren't planning
on it."
"You just wait here and we'll be right back. Unless you
all want to come up at once?"
They looked at each other. She thought it was sweet -
they seemed to be embarrassed. "We'll come up one at a
time."
"Come on, Roger," she beckoned.
Upstairs, she asked him for two hundred dollars. He said
he didn't have that kind of money but could pay $75. She
said no. He came up with $125 and told her to drive a
hard bargain with Brad, who was loaded with cash
tonight.
She set the money on the dresser and boldly grabbed his
shirt. She pulled him close and forced his mouth open
with her tongue. She kissed him long and hard, her right
hand reaching between his legs to cup his crotch,
checking his equipment.
"How do you like it? Rough? Slow? In my mouth? Up my
ass?" she asked between breaths, kissing all the time.
"Oh shit! I-I... let's just fuck, ok?"
She smiled, helped him unbutton his pants, and lay down
on the bed. "I don't need to take this off, isn't that
convenient?" she asked, spreading her legs wide and
pulling the dress up over her breasts. He pulled his
pants and shirt off and climbed between her legs. His
cock was stiff and entered her easily.
"There we go, honey. Isn't that nice? You like that?
That wet cunt for you?" She was talking him through it,
he looked like the type who would cum quickly. "Come on,
push deeper. Would you like a finger up your ass? Or
maybe one of yours up mine?"
He bucked and pumped, panting and puffing as she
continued talking.
"I feel that cock head. You've got a big one, feels so
nice inside of me. Feel that warm, wet pussy? You dream
about pussy like this? You can have it anytime, you
know..."
He started moaning, then yelling out loud.
"Whoa! A little quieter there, fella!" she whispered. He
didn't stop, raised his head high and shot his cum into
her with a scream of pleasure.
"Oh fuck, baby, you're good!" he told her as he stood up
and pulled his pants back on. "I'll be back..."
She ran her fingers through her hair and pulled the
skirt down. "Anytime." She walked back downstairs and
stood between two of the others. She bent over and gave
one a kiss. As she did, her skirt rode up over her ass,
which was in another's face. He whistled and she turned
around. "It's all yours, you know. You want to come
upstairs with your friend? One of you I front, one of
you in back?
They both smiled wide grins and pushed back their
chairs. "You're a hot bitch, aren't you?"
"Just enthusiastic," she said as she took their hands
and led them upstairs.
When the door closed, she slid the dress off and stood
naked with her thigh highs. "Who wants my cunt and who
wants my ass?"
They both shook their heads. "You're something..."
"Pussy's two hundred, ass is two fifty." She turned
around, leaned over to her elbows were on the end of the
bed, and opened her legs wider. "Who's going where?"
They opened their wallets and looked at each other. "No
can do. Maybe three hundred total?"
She stood up and walked to them. "A girl's gotta make a
living. For three hundred, one of you just gets head."
The shorter man dug into his pocket and pulled out a
crumpled hundred dollar bill. "My emergency fund. This
qualifies."
He threw it on the pile and she led them to the bed.
"Side by side or sandwich?" she asked.
"Goddamn, you're a raw one!"
"You pick. I'm ready for you either way."
She lay on her side and raised her left leg high. She
felt them moving around between her legs, each looking
for an opening. When they slid their cocks into her, she
let out a moan, encouraging them.
"You two fuck as a team all the time?" she asked as they
pumped away at her. "You're damn good at it. Your timing
is... is..." she started breathing harder, faking an
orgasm that she knew would push them over the edge. "Oh,
god don't stop... don't stop fucking... ream me a new
asshole, come on... c'mon!"
The two of them started unloading into her as she moaned
and started clawing at the sheets. "Yes, fuck me, fuck
me, come on!!!!"
Sue dropped eleven hundred dollars on the table in front
of Len.
"There we go, I'm off to a good start." She walked back
to her chair but didn't sit down. She could feel the cum
dripping down her thigh and reached for a napkin to wipe
herself. The four who had just had here had ordered
another pitcher. She assumed they were discussing what
they should do next.
Oscar walked across the room and sat down at their
table.
"Len says there's money missing."
Sue didn't look at him, just answered, "I spent a
little."
"Habib's been here a few times overnight, I notice
chairs and things moved around..." Oscar continued.
She began to feel a tightness in her stomach. Was it
possible Oscar knew?
"Habib tells me that his friend likes you too."
She looked at him, trying to read his face. How much did
he know?
"I know Habib's friend. He's no one to fool with. He's
ruined some of my best girls. He pushes a particular
type of drug - a herb he says is harmless. Three hundred
dollars a hit."
Len's face went white. He opened the book and refigured
his numbers. There was exactly nine hundred dollars
missing.
"Sue?" he said, looking directly at her.
Oscar looked from Len to Sue and back. "What do you know
about this?" he asked Len.
"Nothing," Len lied.
"I don't believe you. Tell me what you know."
Len hesitated, but realized Oscar would find out one way
or another. "I think she might be buying the drug. She
mentioned how much she enjoyed it when Habib fed it to
her."
Oscar shook his head. "Stupid fool. You know I have only
to ask Habib and he will reveal you to me. Did you think
he would be more loyal to you than to me?"
Her head spun. It hadn't entered her mind. Of course
Habib would preserve his friendship with Oscar -- whores
were a dime a dozen in their world, but pimps came at a
higher price.
"I'll stop. I'll never do it again," she pleaded.
"I don't think that's your choice. I know how Habib
works. And I know what must be done," Oscar said in a
voice that was only a thinly-veiled threat.
***
Sue lay awake in her bed as the neon flashed outside. It
had been two days since Oscar and Len had confronted her
about Habib. They'd called him and told him that his
privilege had been revoked and she was no longer
available to him. Oscar said "I'm sure I can trust you
to pass that information on to your partner." She knew
that she would not be tasting that special herb again.
She rolled from her side to her back, stared at the
light flashing against the dirty ceiling. Was she
hooked? Was she going to go through withdrawal? Or was
it non-addictive as Habib had guaranteed? She knew she
missed it, she knew she was starting to get restless.
But was it physical or just psychological dependence?
How long could she go without it before she knew for
certain.
Oscar had given her a stern talk about substance abuse.
She was carrying his baby and he would not allow her to
eat anything that might affect its health. Len had
complained about the money. He reminded her how
desperate they were and that she could not afford three
hundred dollars three times a week just to get her
kicks.
They were right, of course. She realized she had been
getting carried away. But it was her only vice and it
was so powerful.
No one had visited her at all that first day. And
yesterday was another day Oscar allowed them to whore on
their own. She'd made $1,300 for a series of fucks with
some of her regulars and a group of six businessmen who
came from somewhere in Europe, based on their having
spoken only French all night.
Len had told her he was having second thoughts about how
much money they needed to get free. He'd made a few more
inquiries and was getting more and more certain he would
not find work in his own profession. He started a night
class as a paralegal to see if he might be able to pick
up work in that field. At least there, no one knew him.
Word of his perverted lifestyle had gone around his own
field and those doors were closed.
She turned and watched him sleeping. They'd come a long
way with this game. It had cost them a lot but she still
loved to see the light in his eyes as she came to him at
the end of the day, used and abused, but hot as hell.
His cock would swell and he'd get a gleam in his eye
like a kid in a candy store. She didn't want to trade
that for anything.
Oscar knocked at the metal door. They were in an alley,
he'd had to push aside a pile of waste to clear a path
to the door. Len and Sue were still inside the car.
Oscar had told them to wait there until the door was
opened.
There was a yellow light in a wire cage overhead. It
turned on, throwing a sick looking glow on Oscar and the
piles of trash around him. The metal door creaked open.
"Sandra. I had some work I need you to do," Oscar said.
The light went out and the door swung open inwards.
Oscar motioned for Len and Sue to follow him into the
building.
The three of them followed a woman through two narrow
hallways, finally stepping into a room about twelve feet
square. The smell of leather was overpowering. There
were large, flat pieces of leather hanging from a hook
on the wall, straps of various widths hanging here and
there on the others. There was a work table with a dozen
or so tools hanging from a pegboard behind. Shoved
underneath was a heavy-duty sewing machine. There were
also two open boxes containing a variety of buckles,
snaps, and other pieces of oddly shaped metal.
"So what do you need and how much is it worth to you?"
"You're very direct, aren't you?" Oscar challenged her.
"I have to be. I don't have time to waste. What do you
need?"
"All right fine. I don't have time to waste with chit
chat either. I want you to fit a harness for her and a
mouthpiece. She's..."
"Let me guess. This is a disobedient whore who's been
making money on the side."
Oscar smiled. "You know me too well. I want her
inaccessible, ass, cunt and mouth. Two keys and two keys
only. You can make this one small, just a belt and
straps. Her breasts are all right as they are.
"And I want you to fashion another of those mouthpieces
you made for me once before. Habib is the one I'm most
concerned about and he tends to enjoy being sucked. I
want you to make another of those devices you made that
sits inside and can't be seen."
The woman he'd called Sandra was already rummaging
through one of the boxes. She took out several pieces of
metal and laid them out on the table. Sue watched her
move, then recognized her. She was the woman who had
been dressed in the leather outfit so many weeks back,
the woman who had spit on her while she was singing at
Oscar's club. The women who had threatened to whip her.
Sue turned to Len with a look of fear in her eyes. "He
isn't going to beat me?" she asked him in a whisper. Len
reassured her that he had no such plan.
Sandra held several of the pieces of metal in her hand
and stepped in front of Sue. She reached up and pushed
her mouth open without saying a word. She stuck one of
the pieces of metal into Sue's mouth, turned it
sideways, pushed it forward and back. Sue tasted the oil
on one of the ends, felt it scraping against her tongue.
She tried to pull away, felt Oscar's strong hands on her
shoulders.
"Stand still. It will be easier for all of us," was all
he said.
Sandra stared directly into her eyes, her face
expressionless. She pushed her finger into Sue's mouth,
pushed her chin up. Sue closed her lips around the
finger. Sandra moved her finger back and forth slowly.
Sue automatically tightened the grip her lips had. She
assumed the woman was a lesbian who wanted to toy with
her. She moved her tongue lightly over the surface of
the woman's finger. Sandra pulled her finger out, pushed
it back in slowly. Sue closer her eyes and started
breathing deeply. She sucked on Sandra's finger, then
wrapped her tongue around it again.
"Fucking whore is what she is!" Sandra shouted to Oscar,
pulling her finger away and slapping Sue's face several
times. "And she thinks I'm one of her white dyke
friends!"
A tear came to Sue's eye as she realized how easily
she'd been duped. She turned to Len, who put his arms
around her.
"Hey, Oscar, cut the shit, OK?" he said. Oscar waved to
Sandra, who walked back to the wooden bench.
"So, whatcha want? A strap at least, you want plugs, ass
plugged up? Cunt plugged up? You want it to scrape when
she walks? Metal rings?" She fingered some of the
leather straps on the wall, removed one that was about
an inch-and-a-half wide. She walked toward Sue, put the
strap between her thighs, then pulled up hard. Sue felt
the scratching of the edges against the sensitive skin
of her inner thighs, just where the leg and body met.
Sandra pulled upward, nearly lifting Sue off her feet.
"I can fashion this so it holds her open. I can make it
keep her little asshole open half an inch, an inch, two,
three. Or her cunt. Or do you want me to make sure they
don't open up at all? She can be clamped. What would you
like?" Her face was inches from Sue's as she asked
Oscar.
"Don't be so dramatic," Oscar said. Sandra released some
of the tension on the strap. "I just want her protected.
And no, I don't want any chafing. Cover the edges, make
it feel nice for her. In fact, the nicer the better. I
assume that will keep her wetter. She isn't one for
pain, she's one for fucking."
"Too bad," Sandra said as she pulled the strap away.
"OK, missie. Get naked."
Sue looked at Oscar, who nodded. She dropped the few
clothes she'd worn and stood naked in the middle of the
room.
Sandra stepped close. "Raise your left arm." Sue did.
Sandra tied a thin leather strap around the wrist,
secure the loose ends to an O bold in the ceiling. She
did the same with her other wrist.
"Just because I want to," Sandra laughed.
She went back and forth from the bench to Sue, taking
measurements, probing between Sue's legs with her
fingers and a variety of instruments. Sue wondered how
much of this was necessary, she seemed to measure
everything three, four times. And Oscar and she kept
exchanging glances.
Sandra left the tools on the bench and stepped close to
Sue again. She ran her fingers down her neck, over her
breasts, stopping to gently tug at the nipples. She felt
them stiffen and let her body relax in anticipation. She
didn't know what was going to happen, but it was always
safer to go along.
Sandra scratched her fingernails lightly over Sue's
belly, then went behind her and started lightly stroking
her ass. She felt her knees move apart automatically,
anticipating touch. Sandra didn't stop. She pushed her
thumb into Sue's damp cunt. Sue moaned.
"I know you don't enjoy this, Sandra," Oscar said. "If
you want, you can let one of the others do it." Sue
stiffened, eyes flashed onto Oscar. Oscar looked toward
one of the walls, the one with a full length mirror. The
mirror moved toward her, it was attached to a door. As
the door swung open, Sue saw that it was a one-way
mirror and that the door opened into another room.
Inside were four women, all dressed in tight leather
outfits with buckles all over them.
Sue realized that they'd been watching the entire time.
She didn't know how to react. This wasn't something
Oscar had ever hinted at, nor had Len. What did she
expect them to do?
One of the women knelt down in front of Sue and began to
lick her cunt. Sue responded immediately, pushing her
hips forward and pressing into the woman's mouth. The
tongue didn't slow down, but worked her clitoris up and
down in quick, short strokes. Sue felt something at the
opening of her cunt, realized one of the other women was
behind her. She showed her left hand, wearing a leather
glove smeared with lubricant. Her right hand must be
between Sue's legs, she felt fingers sliding inside of
her.
Then, the left hand vanished and she felt something at
her asshole. Soon, there were fingers inside both of her
openings. She couldn't tell how many or how deep, she
was only focused on the overall feeling. It was sweeping
over her and she was getting closer quickly. She started
screaming, panting, and crying out for more.
She felt something huge push through one of her
openings, she thought it was her cunt but couldn't tell.
Then, something large slid through her sphincter and she
knew that the woman's small, thin hands had probably
slid all the way inside of her. But, the tongue was
working so fast at her clit, she couldn't think of
anything else. She went over the edge to orgasm quickly,
screaming, thrashing around, pulling on the straps with
all her might, crying out for more.
The women brought her back down slowly, gently,
lovingly. One hand was removed from her body and only a
few fingers reinserted. Then the other was removed. The
licking slowed, became more gently. She closed her eyes
and swam on the waves of the feelings.
Then, they stopped completely and withdrew. She watched
as they silently left the room.
"There, finished!" Sandra announced. She showed Oscar
the chastity belt she had fashioned. Oscar nodded his
approval. "Put it on her."
Sandra nodded and went to Sue. She pulled the strap up
taut between her legs. Sue felt something small slide
into her asshole. It was only about two inches long and
half an inch around, like a small piece of a pencil.
Another one entered her cunt. Then the strap was pulled
tight and a wider belt wrapped around her waist. When
the buckles were done, Sandra handed one key to Oscar
and another to Len.
"Not quite," Oscar said. He reached for Len's key. "Not
that I don't trust you, but temptation is strong and I
know that you're only human. I just want to make certain
we don't violate any agreements."
Len handed the key over. "And when I want to fuck her?"
Oscar nodded. "No problem. Just send her to me and I'll
open her up."
Len nodded.
"Now, for the coup de grace!" Sandra held something in
her hand that looked like a castanet. She pushed Sue's
mouth open, pushed the device between her lips and spend
a few minutes adjusting it inside her mouth. Sue felt
tension against her back teeth, then against the roof of
her mouth. Sandra worked on the device a few more
minutes. Sue couldn't swallow while she did it. She felt
her mouth getting dry, saliva pooling at the back of her
throat.
"Go ahead, swallow," Sandra said when she'd removed her
fingers. Sue did. She felt the strange contraption
inside her mouth. It seemed to be attached to her
molars, some kind of springing device that allowed her
to open and close her mouth, but kept her tongue pressed
behind it.
"OK, now see if you can say something," Oscar said.
"What do you been?" she asked, unable to get out the
"m". She felt the pressure against her tongue.
Oscar and Sandra smiled. "Is that something you can
adjust?" Oscar asked her.
Sandra pushed Sue's mouth open and moved some of the
pieces of metal around. "Say something."
"OK, I'll thay thumpting," she said, unable again to
articulate clearly.
"What the hell is that?" Len asked.
"Oh, it doesn't hurt, does it Sue?" Oscar asked, turning
to her. She shook her head. "All it does is set up a
barrier to make certain she doesn't have a cock in her
mouth without us knowing about it."
She tried to reach her mouth to test this out, but her
wrists were still secured overhead.
Len stepped forward and put his finger into her mouth.
Oscar was right, he could go no further than just behind
her teeth. There was some kind of spring-loaded piece of
metal that put up a barrier whenever she opened her
mouth.
"Amazing," he said. "And it doesn't hurt?"
"Well, it duddn't feel good!" she said. After a pause
she said, "but no, it duddn't hurt."
"She'll have to learn how to speak with it in, others
have," Sandra said to Oscar.
"True enough," Oscar agreed.
"And what prevents her from taking it out?" asked Len.
"Actually, there's several possibilities there. First,
we can simply make certain her hands are restrained
somehow so they can go no further up than about her
shoulders. I've had to do that to others," Sandra said,
obviously enjoying the chance to explain her craft. "Or,
I can modify the molar clamps so they lock. Then, only
one of you could remove it."
"I don't much care for either option," said Len.
"No, men usually don't," Sandra snapped. "The most
popular method is simply to trust her. Not completely,
of course. There is a small bottle of dye attached to
one of the lower molar clamps. Like the dye the use to
prevent clothes from being stolen. If it's removed
without this..." she produced an odd looking tool, "the
dye pack explodes. You'll know if she removed it."
Oscar held out his hand and took the tool. He put it in
his pocket with the others.
"Sandra, it's so nice I can always count on you. Now,
Len will pay you."
Len glared at him. "Hey, that isn't fair!"
"Life isn't fair. You obviously can't control your
woman, this is obviously your problem," Oscar said very
calmly.
"I didn't bring any money," Len complained.
Oscar reached behind him onto one of Sandra's shelves.
He produced Len's cash box, the one he always left
behind the bar at Oscar's place.
"Here we go."
Len opened the box and took out a handful of bills.
"Four hundred dollars," Sandra announced. Len counted
out the amount in fifty dollar bills.
"Don't get dressed," Oscar told her. "Just go out to the
car like that. I have somewhere I need to drop you off
tonight. Len, you take her clothes home with you."
Len picked up the clothes as Sandra untied his wife.
Oscar led both of them back to the car and they drove
away as the yellow light glowed above Sandra's back
door.
***
The men drove her home shortly after midnight. They left
the chastity belt off during the drive, continued to
finger-fuck and play with her all the way back to
Oscar's. When the car pulled up in front of the bar, one
of the men got out to see who was inside. There were
about a half-dozen customers and Oscar was nowhere to be
found. He asked the bartender if Oscar was in, told him
they were returning Sue. The bartender said no but
pointed the man toward Len.
"We have Oscar's whore in the car. She's still naked and
hasn't got that leather thing on her. What do you want
us to do?"
Len stood up and followed the man out of the bar. He
looked into the back seat of the car. Sue was there with
her head buried in one man's lap giving him a blow job.
He smiled and opened the front door. "Drive around the
block a few times, let's let them finish."
The driver drove slowly around the corner, and down the
cross-street. Len listened to the sounds her mouth was
making on the man's cock, intermittently he'd let out a
moan.
"Here it comes baby, drink it all down, bitch, drink it
all down..." Len turned his head and saw the man arching
in his seat, delivering his load into his wife's mouth.
"Ahhh... fuckin' ay yes..."
She sat up and wiped her lips with her fingertips. Len
told the driver to pull around the back of the building.
When the car was stopped just outside the back door, Len
got out and then told Sue to get out. He took the belt,
the keys, and the mouthpiece from one of the passengers
and waved goodbye to them.
He didn't take her inside, but made her stand naked
there outside in the alley. "Here we go, dear. Lift up
your left foot." She steadied herself on his shoulder
and raised her foot. He guided her through the opening,
then guided her right foot. He pulled the device up
between her legs, carefully guided in the two small
plugs, then wrapped the wider belt around her waist. He
brought the straps together and slid the padlock into
place. Then, he squeezed the mouthpiece and slipped it
between her teeth. She accepted it without any
hesitation.
"Now, let's get you upstairs. Oscar said that's it for
the night, and I'm tired."
She walked naked through the back hallway, along the
back wall of the bar, and up the stairs. Many of the
heads turned and followed her. This was unusual even for
a whore-house and especially unusual with such a good-
looking woman.
Len didn't acknowledge any of them, just led her up the
stairs and to their room. Oscar hadn't given him either
the key or the tools, which was fine because he was
tired. He helped her into bed and then slid into it
himself. He was asleep in minutes.
Sue tossed and turned. Oscar's four friends had given
her a workout but she was not satisfied. She felt
something lacking and knew what it was. The herb. The
drug. It had been five days and she was getting to crave
it. It wasn't physical, she was sure. She wasn't
addicted. But she wanted it and wanted it badly.
Steady breathing on the other side of the bed indicated
that Len was asleep. She was glad for that. Most nights,
he fell asleep quickly and slept sound. She slid her
legs off the side of the bed and got up. She pulled on a
knee-length clingy cotton nightshirt. There was a
telephone at the end of the hall. She slid two quarters
into it and dialed Habib's number.
"I need to see you," she said in a desperate voice.
"Have you spoken with Oscar about this?" Habib answered.
"Fuck Oscar. You know what I want. And I want it now.
Come down her and bring your friend. Four-thirty as
always." She had no idea how she would deal with them
when they arrived, but she knew she'd think of
something.
She went downstairs, knew she couldn't sleep. There were
only a handful of men still there and they were all
slouched over their drinks. None even looked her way.
The bartender recognized her and smiled. She walked over
and sat down at the bar.
"Just can't thleep," she said. She was still having
trouble adjusting to talking around the mouthpiece.
"Sure. You want coffee or something to drink?" he asked
with a smile.
"Just soda."
He reached under the bar and picked out a clean glass.
"I hear Oscar's having a little trouble."
She shook her head. He couldn't know about her and
Habib. "I don't know what you mean."
"With the purchase. There might be some trouble, you
know." He put the glass on a napkin in front of her. Sue
stared at him. He was talking about something else and
she wondered what.
"What do you mean? What kind of trouble?"
He realized he'd slipped and tried to formulate a story
around the purchase of another bar. She seemed to buy
his story because she didn't ask anything else. He
polished the bar-top a bit, walked down to the far end
and talked with a couple of men sitting there. She
sipped her drink, watched the clock creeping toward 1
a.m. Three and a half more hours. She had to figure
something out to kill the time.
All of the other women had gone to bed. The small crowd
seemed more interested in their drinks than them and
they'd given up the chase. She looked around. Two of
them were regulars, in their 60's and never interested.
Another was a tall, strong-looking man in a business
suit. He had a stack of papers on the table in front of
him, spread out in disarray. She imagined that he'd
either been fired or had a major presentation he was
dreading.
The two others were black men sitting at the end of the
bar. Both were dressed in jeans and t-shirts and both
wore caps of yellow, green and black fabric. She'd seen
them on many of the younger men and always wanted to ask
what it meant. But she never did. Something always
stopped her.
It was 1:10 now. Time was creeping by painfully slow.
She looked at the man with the papers again. Maybe she
could entice him into something. If she could get him
interested, she might be able to get him to work his
fingers into her cunt and play with her. That would get
her off and she'd feel less stressed out and distracted.
She was certain she could use her lips and hands and get
him off, she'd just have to explain to him that he
couldn't fuck her.
The idea became more appealing to her as time crept on.
She could get the head of his cock into her mouth by
puckering her lips and forcing them forward. Maybe she
could take his cock along the side of her teeth instead
of straight in. Let him fuck the inside of one of her
cheeks. With her fingers playing with the shaft or his
balls, maybe he'd get enough of the feeling to cum.
Then, he'd help her get off. It was worth a try. And, if
it worked, she could offer the same to Habib in payment.
She took another drink from the cold glass then stood
up.
"Excuse me, miss."
The voice startled her. She spun around and saw that one
of the men had come down from the end of the bar.
"Yes?" she asked, noticing it was getting easier to
speak.
"You've been here for quite a while now. How long have
you been living this kind of life?"
She looked at him, then turned to look at the man at the
table. He was still fumbling with a pen, jotting notes,
then shaking his head and crumpling pieces of paper.
"What kind of life?" she asked.
"Making money this way. With your precious body."
The man at the table started picking up the pieces of
paper he'd balled up and putting them in a stack.
"What the hell?" she asked him. The man picked up half
of the stack of papers and straightened the edges.
"Your body. Living like this," the man repeated.
"I'm sorry, I just can't talk to you right now," she
said and walked away. She pulled out the chair opposite
the table from the man. He stopped with a handful of
papers in his hands.
"Hi. I couldn't help noticing you look a little down."
He shook his head, threw the papers into his briefcase.
"Life's shit. And, no, I'm not interested. I need my
money for shit like food and clothes, you know?"
She smiled. "You're a no-bullshit guy aren't you.
Listen, why don't we play Let's Make a Deal'?" He
gathered up the rest of his papers and put them with the
others.
"What do you have in mind?"
"I'll bet I can get you off without taking off my
clothes. If I win, you lick me until I cum."
"And if you can't?"
"That isn't really an option. You know I can, don't
you?" she teased.
He smiled. "I guess I know you can. Where do we go to do
this? I'm not spending a dime, dear."
"No need. Come on," she invited. He closed the top of
his case, clicked the locks, and stood up. She led him
up the stairs to one of the vacant rooms. When he was
inside, she turned around and locked the door.
"Why the lock, what the hell is this?" he said, slightly
panicked.
"Relax. I just want to make sure we have some privacy."
She walked toward him, reached for his shirt and started
unbuttoning it. He unzipped his pants and stepped out of
them while she pulled the shirt off of his shoulders.
"There we go. Are you a little more comfortable?"
He nodded. She led him to the bed. He laid down and put
his hands behind his head. She caressed his balls in her
left hand, leaned down and started rubbing the head of
his cock against her cheek. His hand roamed along her
calf, up her leg to the thigh, then up to her ass. She
parted her lips and took just the tip of his cock
between them. She nibbled lightly on it.
His hands encountered the leather strap between her
cheeks. His fingers traced it all the way up to the belt
at her waist. "What's this?" he asked in a quiet voice.
"Chastity belt. That's what makes me so creative," she
bluffed, hoping he would let her continue.
"I guess you have to be, then, don't you?" he whispered.
She slid the head of his cock along her front teeth,
then let it push between her teeth and her left cheek.
It was very awkward but he didn't flinch. She tried to
drool saliva onto her left hand, wanted to lubricate it
so he'd get the full feeling, as if he were inside of
her. She didn't produce much, but cupped her hand around
his shaft anyway. She felt his pre-cum helping get her
hand wet.
"That's nice, sweet. What are you doing?" he asked, not
caring about the answer. His hand was gliding up and
down along the edge of the leather. She felt it and it
was making her hot.
"Can you work a finger inside there?" she asked. He
pushed the strap aside as far as he could, felt the
stiff plug that was already in her. "Oh, this is kinky,
isn't it?" he asked.
She continued to hold the pressure of her hand steady,
letting the head of his cock glide in and out between
her lips, her hand trying to simulate the inside walls
of her cunt. She reached down with her other hand and
caressed his balls. She pressed them as flat as she
could against her palm, letting the heat of her hand
warm him.
She heard him moan, it was working. They hadn't taken
everything away after all. She felt his fingers find a
spot and slide inside of her. She worked her hips around
so she was rubbing the leather against her clit. Both of
them were building up fast.
"Oh fuck yes!" she heard him whispering. It was getting
quicker and quicker, she knew he wouldn't last long. She
panicked for a second as she realized that the
mouthpiece would be soaked with cum. Would Len check it
in the morning? Or worse - Oscar?
Then, she was cumming, feeling the pressure of the belt
against her waist, ass, and cunt-lips. He started to cum
too, in short spurts onto her teeth. She lost control
for a second and some of it shot into her eye, some
inside her let nostril. Then, she put her mouth over the
head again and sucked the rest of his orgasm.
"Oh that was just too fucking great," he said as she
slowed down and rubbed the head of his cock against her
cheek again. "Just great." He pulled his fingers away
from her and licked them. He spit. "What the hell's
that!"
She smiled. He couldn't have known about the men
earlier. She didn't say anything and he didn't ask.
Feeling that he'd embarrassed her, he didn't pursue the
subject.
She walked circles around the bar, channel surfed the
television for an hour, then walked some more circles.
Time was creeping but it was moving. It was four-twenty.
Ten more minutes and she'd have the herb. She
straightened the chairs again, wiped down the bar again.
At four-thirty, Habib and his friend stepped through the
front door. She walked to them slowly, trying to look
calm. Habib smiled and held out his hand. "I've
delivered for you," he said. "But first, what do you
have for me?"
Before she could object, he reached for her and pulled
the nightshirt up over her breasts.
"Oh, this is no good. How in the world are we going to
be able to do anything with you like that?"
"You don't understand. OK, here's the deal. I can do
other things for you. Wonderful things. I have my hands,
my lips, I can put you between my tits, look, look
here," she bargained, reaching up and pressing her
breasts together. "Right there, between them. And you'll
cum into my mouth..."
"You know what we like, don't you?" the insisted. "And
you can't offer it, can you?"
She tugged at the belt, pulled at the strap. "No, look,
we can work something out! Here, I can hold this off the
side, like this. Look, you can get into me like that!"
She pulled but the plugs wouldn't slide out, there was
not that much play in the strap.
Habib stepped closer. "I can't get into you like that.
And my partner here certainly can't. Especially not with
the new device he's brought."
"We can come up with something, oh please Habib, it's
been so long." She dropped to her knees in front of him,
her hand reaching for his zipper. As she fumbled with
it, she said "or maybe money? Maybe a little more money?
It's been a good week..."
He pushed her hands away and stepped back. "Don't
convince me, convince him." He indicated his friend, who
was standing with a small paper bag in his hand.
She went to him, started kissing him . She whispered,
"you can fuck my ass some other time. Tonight, why don't
you let me show you what else I can do? I can be very
inventive. I can take you places you've never gone..."
She raised her knee, rubbed it against his leg.
"Where the fuck's your tongue?" he yelled. She stepped
back. "I can't do that either. But, I can do other
things, you'll see.."
"Fuck you! No pussy, no asshole, no tongue, what the
hell kinda freak show is this?"
She tugged fiercely at the lock, at the leather strap,
trying to either pull it aside or break something. It
was no good. Sandra knew her craft and had left no
possibilities for error. She pushed at the mouthpiece
with her tongue but stopped, remembering the dye.
Sue fell to her knees in front of the shorter man.
"Okay, look. I cup my hands like this, you slide your
cock between them, and right into my mouth. I can
stretch my lips with my fingers, you'll have a nice
little hole to slide into..."
The lights in the room came on. Len appeared at the top
of the stairs and she saw that Oscar was sitting in one
of the booths. They had both watched the entire
exchange. She panicked, knew she was trapped. She shot a
look at Habib.
"You phoned him, didn't you?"
He didn't answer. She leaped up and tried to grab him.
He caught her wrists and stepped aside just as she tried
to kick him. He forced her into a chair. "Don't play
games with me, you whore."
She looked around the room. Everyone was watching. She
relaxed and he let go of her.
Oscar rose and walked toward her. "So, Sue. You have
chosen to try and defy my instructions? Even after I
have gone through all the trouble of fitting you with
this belt?" He stopped when he was beside her, reached
down and stroked her hair. "This is how you repay my
trying to keep you from abusing your body?"
She closed her eyes, felt his hands on her head.
"You are very ungrateful. But, I have inquired with
Habib as to the nature of this drug. It turns out that
it is NOT addictive. And it is not dangerous. I was
going to tell you that tomorrow. I was going to allow
you to use it occasionally. However, you violated my
orders and tried to obtain it yourself. This is a very
serious offense."
Her head was swimming. The drug was not addictive. It
was her own desire for something new that had caused the
craving . She had addicted herself. Oscar was going to
let her use it. And now, all that was lost. She started
to cry.
"There is a price to pay for everything, dear," Oscar
reassured her. "And you have just learned part of the
price of disobedience. You will learn the rest of the
price upstairs."
Oscar reached out his hand and she took it. She stood up
and followed him up the stairs. He led her to a room she
hadn't been in before. All four walls were black and it
was dark except for a dim red bulb in a table near the
corner. She couldn't tell what kind of material the
walls were because of the darkness. In the center of the
room was a large bed. It took up most of the space,
leaving only a foot or so on either side.
Habib stepped forward. "This will be your new home. It
is something we have in my country for disobedient
wives. Oscar has had to use it only once before, but it
seems like an appropriate place for you."
She looked at Len with panic in her eyes. Len turned to
Oscar. "What are you planning to do?"
Oscar leaner forward slightly toward Len. "She will be
monitored at all times from now on. Every waking moment.
We cannot trust her. She has tried to do something both
of us forbid, isn't that true?" After a few seconds, Len
nodded his head. "Therefore, from now on, she will be in
one of four places. With you, awake. With me, awake.
Being used by someone we both know and trust, or in
here."
Habib walked her to the bed. He pulled the nightshirt
over her head, threw it into the hallway outside. Then,
he attached an iron shackle around each of her ankles.
There was a cold, metallic click as he locked each of
them into place with a key.
"There you go. Nothing barbaric. You have your hands
free, and there is plenty of chain. You can sleep in any
position. You simply cannot leave the room. And, with
the harness in place, you cannot service anyone even if
they were to know about this room, enter it, and find
you."
He handed the key to Oscar. "And there is more. In order
to be just that much more certain..." he reached into
her mouth with the special tool and removed the spring
device. "...we have a little something else from
Sandra."
From somewhere underneath the bed, he removed a hood. He
pulled it over her head. It strapped underneath her
chin, and covered her mouth and nose. Her eyes and
forehead were exposed. Two straps went over the top of
her head and connected behind.
"This will prevent you from doing anything creative like
you tried earlier. We saw it all. You were very good,
very inventive. But, you know that it is forbidden."
Oscar sat down on the bed beside her. "You see, your
hands remain free. You may play with yourself if you
like. You may roll over on your back or stomach or sleep
on your side, whatever is most comfortable." As he
talked, he ran his hands over her body slowly. He knew
where to touch her to get her worked up and he was doing
his best. She felt the heat rising.
Habib knelt on the bed as well. He leaned forward and
sucked on one of her nipples. She panted underneath the
mask, her breath hot and moist against her own face. Len
slid his hand between her legs, pressing against the
leather with his thumb, just above her clitoris. She
felt the pleasure sweeping her away again. Habib pushed
one of the tablets into her mouth.
"Oh yes, yes, thank you thank you!" she cried. The herb
took effect immediately. She felt herself a river
flowing somewhere, boiling and churning, racing, felt
pulsations all over her body, feelings rising and
falling. Len reached down and unlocked the belt. He
pulled the straps off of her and threw it on the floor.
He climbed between her legs and started fucking her. She
tried to raise her knees but couldn't because of the
chains. He listened with excitement to the clatter of
the chains as she struggled to open herself wider.
The four of them fucked her until just after seven
o'clock. Then, they replaced the belt, left the room and
locked the door. From outside, Oscar turned off the red
light and she fell asleep in complete blackness.
***
In the blackness of the small room, Sue lay with her
eyes open. She stared off into space, unable to tell
whether the ceiling was one or one hundred feet above
her head. She felt Len sleeping beside her. He'd slept
with her each of the three nights since Oscar had
consigned her to the room. She turned her head from side
to side. The leather mask Oscar made her wear was still
uncomfortable, she didn't think she'd ever adjust.
"Hey!" she heard a voice call from outside the door.
There was some scuffling and she heard several pairs of
feet running down the hallway. Then, someone must have
fallen against a wall because there was a loud THUD.
Someone started laughing, and there were more sounds of
bodies pressed against the wall.
Someone knocked loud on the door of her room.
"Little pussy-ho! We know you're in there!" There was
more laughter and the sound of keys rattling.
"Little cum dump! Little, little pussy..." Another voice
called out, laughing. She knew there was a group of
drunk friends of Oscars outside, they knew about her and
were trying to get into the room. Had he given them they
key?
"I hear she let you fuck her, then when you ready to go,
you can whip yo cock into her mouth and she'll drink it
all..."
"Like a soda straw!"
They all started laughing and she heard someone fall
onto the floor.
"What's that?" Len whispered, waking slowly.
"More friends," she said through the mask.
Len slid to the foot of the bed, felt around for the
door latch. Then, he slid back beside her. "Fuck it. If
they can't get the key into the keyhole, they can stay
outside until they pass out!"
He pulled her close, ran his hands over her backside.
"What are you thinking?" he whispered.
"Nothing," she said.
"You're lying. You're dreaming about all those big,
stiff, black cocks out in the hallway, aren't you?" He
moved closer, caressed her ass as he whispered in her
ear.
"You're wondering how many of them here are. You're
wondering if they're going to make you cum..." He slid
his hand along her thighs, pressed them wide open. She
pulled her feet up closer to her hips, spreading her
knees. He unbuckled the mask and pulled it off of her
head.
"You'd love to line them, up, wouldn't you? From the
biggest to the smallest... would you start with the
biggest, fattest cock or the littlest one?"
She closed her eyes, reached for his cock. "I want the
big one first. The biggest one, to rip me open..."
He leaned forward, licked her nipples. His hand was
between her legs, fingers spreading her cunt lips and
sliding up inside of her. She was soaking wet already.
"And wouldn't you love one of their cocks in your
mouth?" He asked, raising his arm. He balled his fist
and let her lick his wrist, forearm, knuckles. "Don't
you wish it was this big?"
She opened her mouth wide, tried to take his entire fist
between her lips.
They heard a click and the door swung open. There were
seven men standing in the corridor in various stages of
undress. Two were holding brown bags with bottles in
them.
"Whew! Looka that bitch!"
"Yeah! Yeah! She sure looks like somethin I'd like to
load up with jism..."
"She takes it too. Just a dump for cum - a kinda jar for
us to fill up!"
"To the brim, Jim!"
Len reached down and pressed her thighs flat to the bed.
"Who's first?" he asked them.
One of the men whose pants were already unzipped lunged
and fell between her legs. His cock was stiff and he
rammed it into her without pausing. Len leaned her face
towards him and kissed her as the other man pumped and
grunted. He wasn't interested in anything but getting
off and Len tried to keep Sue worked up.
She reached around and grabbed the man's ass, pulling
him close and hard inside of her. The others stepped
into the room and pulled the door closed behind them.
One flicked on the dim red bulb. The others climbed onto
the bed - the room was too small to stand in.
Someone leaned over her face, shoved his cock into her
mouth. Eagerly, she sucked it, feeling with pleasure how
wide she had to open her mouth. It didn't take long for
him to start unloading into her. She swallowed, feeling
the thick mucus-like liquid along her tongue, the top of
her mouth, down her throat.
"Hey!"
Everyone looked up. There was a tall figure standing in
the doorway. He had piercing eyes and a serious look on
his face. He wore a white shirt and black pants and made
a dramatic figure.
"Yo, El! Whuz up?" one of the men asked.
"All drunk. All drunk and whoring. Get out of here," he
said. They sheepishly bowed their heads and left the
room, all avoiding eye contact with the man they'd
called "El."
When everyone was gone, he threw the door open. The
light from the hallway beamed in and lit up the bed.
"So. You're the white woman who's been breeding with
Oscar?"
She pulled her knees up in front of her, covering her
cunt and breasts with her arms. "What do you know about
that?"
"I know that there is a man who is very unhappy about
it. I know that Oscar won't be seen around here for a
long, long time. He may never be back. I know that you
are pregnant with another of his half-breed children. I
know that you are in trouble."
As he spoke, he sat down on the end of the bed. Len
thought he recognized him, had seen him in the bar from
time to time in the past.
"You are her husband?"
"Yeah."
The man reached down and rested his hand on Sue's leg.
"Something is wrong with you then. I am a Muslim, we do
not treat our women like this." He looked up at Len.
"What is wrong with you?"
Len shook his head. "Nothing is wrong with me, asshole!
We are just playing!"
El moved his hand to her ankle, produced a key from
somewhere and unlocked her chains.
"Oscar is not going to be able to sell this baby. And
you cannot raise it, you cannot even pay your own rent.
What will you do?"
Len's face tensed up. He was angry - who was this person
to tell them what to do? Sue leaned forward. "Are you
going to fuck me now?"
He reached for her face, pressed his hand against her
left cheek.
"No. I am here to ask you if you want to be released. To
go back to living a normal life."
She looked at him. There was something in his eyes that
she didn't recognize. A tenderness of some sort.
"I will pay your bills for one year if you choose to
leave this life, but you must swear you are finished
with ruining these men."
"I don't understand."
"I want you to swear you will never make yourself
available to another of my brothers. If you choose to be
unfaithful, be unfaithful with men of your own race."
Tears welled in Sue's eyes. His words were having an
effect she didn't understand.
"I want you to stop this completely. I want you and your
husband to swear devotion to each other."
She leaned forward, pressed her head against his chest
and started crying. Len slumped forward, put his head in
his hands, and began to weep.
El escorted them out of the room and into an office. He
pointed out new clothes for them as well as a suitcase
with several thousands of dollars in it.
"You are free but you must leave immediately. I do not
have a very large window during which I can make these
kinds of decisions. You must choose and you must choose
once and for all. What will it be?"
Sue reached for the slacks and sweater and started to
dress herself. Len pulled off his ragged jeans and shirt
and put on the clothes hanging there behind the door.
Len shook El's hand and reached for the suitcase.
"There will be another three thousand dollars mailed to
you each month for the next year. After that, you are on
your own. Do what you will, but we insist you never
consort with another of my race again. That is not a
request. Your very lives depend on it."
***
Len and Sue left the bar by the back door. There was a
five-year old car waiting for them.
It was old, but it was clean. It ended up lasting them
eight more years before it had to be retired due to a
bad engine.
END
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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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