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MRWADE.159 By Master Wade
The Home-maker
The second floor interrogation room of the city jail was a
high-ceilinged plaster-walled room with only one window which was
placed high along the outside wall. The walls were painted a light
green from the ceiling to a midpoint mark, a darker shade of green
from there to the floor. The floor was painted cement, also green;
the only furniture a conference table and three wooden chairs.
Anderson Farmer found himself in this room often. As one of
several public defenders who worked for the county he was
accustomed to meeting his clients here, hearing their usually
pitiful stories, and trying to give them the best legal counsel the
tax-payers were willing to provide. It was seldom good enough, but
then it was better than nothing.
The client that Anderson, more commonly known as Andy, was
here to meet on this occasion was a young woman who had stabbed and
killed a local evangelical preacher. In the public's eye the girl
was a common tramp, the preacher a well known and respected member
of the community. The local grapevine said the county prosecutor
was threatening to go for First Degree Murder, but Andy found it
hard to believe there had been any premeditation on the girl's
part. More than likely the prosecutor was planning on letting the
public defender take credit for getting the charge reduced to
Manslaughter, a common enough tactic that made it appear to the
public that the wheels of justice turned smoothly.
The guard brought the girl in and closed the door behind her,
leaving them alone. She looked frightened and frail, a waif who
had suddenly found herself thrust toward the gates of Hell.
Andy rose and greeted her, pulling out one of the chairs and
helping her to a seat at the table. Her name was Jenny Wilson, and
she was twenty-three years old.
Andy had read the police report, but he also knew that such
reports didn't always tell the whole story.
Jenny Wilson, the preliminary investigation had revealed, had
completed two years of college before becoming involved with an
older man who had from that point on served as a Sugar Daddy for
her, providing her with an apartment and money, with the
understanding that she would be available to him when he wanted her
to be. Jeff Marsh, the Sugar Daddy, was a wealthy middle-aged
twice-divorced businessman who apparently had some rather bizarre
sexual perversions. Jenny, it appeared, had been more than
competent in helping Marsh satisfy some of these sexual needs.
The Reverend Wilson Frederick Lewis, now deceased, having
become aware of the moral outrage visited upon this poor girl, had
apparently attempted to turn her from her path of sin. The result
had been his death and Jenny's incarceration.
"In order for me to understand what took place, Jenny," Andy
said, "it's important for me to know everything about your
lifestyle and what brought it to the attention of Reverend Lewis.
Start at the beginning, when you first met Jeff Marsh and decided
to drop out of college."
The girl shifted in her chair. She had answered so many
questions from so many ugly, hostile people. At least this man was
supposed to be on her side. She brushed her light brown bangs out
of her eyes and began her story.
"I liked college okay, and wasn't doing too badly, but the
expense of it was getting to be more than I could bear. I was
trying to do it all on my own. There was a small scholarship, and
I was working part time in the evenings as a waitress, but I was
having to borrow heavily to make the tuition payments. There's
only my mother and she lives on a small social security payment
each month..
"Anyway, when I met Jeff he swept me off my feet immediately.
He didn't really try to talk me out of staying in college, but he
wanted me to be free to be with him whenever he wanted. I've been
saving some of the money he gives me, and I figure I can go back to
college later on if I want. I guess that makes me a `kept woman',
but I like it, and Jeff likes it, so what does it matter to anyone
else?"
"It shouldn't," Andy replied, "but it looks like it did, huh?"
"Yeah, I guess so. But what that preacher was drawn to me
over wasn't so much my relationship with Jeff...it had more to do
with the other things I did for Jeff. Look...this is kind of long
and kind of personal, but I guess you need to hear it all, huh?"
"There can't be any surprises when we go to court, Jenny,"
Andy replied. "I'm sorry, but I do need to hear it all."
"Okay. I understand. Well, I'm not ashamed of any of it,
because it never hurt anyone, you understand. No one did anything
they didn't want to do and no one did anything behind anyone's
back. If people have a problem with that, then that's their
problem, not mine.
"Anyway, Jeff would sometimes want me to have lunch with him
or something, but usually he would just come to the apartment for
dinner in the evenings and stay until about 2:00 or 3:00 in the
morning. He never seemed to need much sleep, and he'd leave my
apartment, go home and shower and go jogging and then shower again
and get ready to go to work. So, he wasn't there that many hours
each day.
"Jeff had a lot of sexual fantasies that matched some of mine,
and we got real comfortable about discussing them and even trying
some of them out. One of the big ones had to do with me being with
other guys. Jeff really found that exciting, and he wanted me to
let some other guys come to the apartment during the day when he
wasn't there, and then for me to tell him about it when he came
home.
"I have to admit that I found that very exciting too, even if
it was a little scary at first. The first guy was a friend of
Jeff's, a guy named Mike Realto. Mike and I went out a time or
two, and then he started coming by in the mornings before he
started work. Jeff gave him a key and he'd let himself in. It was
really neat how they worked it out. I'd go to sleep with one guy
and wake up with another one. And they are both wonderful lovers.
"That got to be a regular thing. So regular, I guess, that it
lost some of it's power with Jeff, and he started wanting me to do
yet another guy during the day. Well, I don't mind admitting that
I love to do it...okay? I mean, I'm not a nymphomaniac or anything
like that; I can say no, but I didn't see any reason to say no,
particularly, under the circumstances.
"Well, another one of Jeff's fantasies had to do with girls
being with black guys. I think it had to do more with girls being
with guys with big cocks, if you know what I mean, but there was
something about the guy being black that appealed to us both too.
So Jeff and Mike and I started looking for a handsome black man who
would enjoy having a place in my daily schedule.
"Mike met his guy named Carl Woodbridge, a really tall black
guy who is knockout gorgeous. Turns out that Carl works second
shift and is free in the daytime, and when Mike tells him about me
he's all for it. Jeff didn't want anyone to see Carl and me
together in public, but it was fine with both of us for Carl just
to come by in the mornings, just before lunch. So, before you know
it, I'm having a lot of company every day, and while there were
some days when maybe one or the other of them didn't want to do it,
those days were few and far between.
"As it turned out, Carl wasn't any bigger than Mike or Jeff.
That was okay with me...he was still a hunk and I liked the fact
that he was black and that I was white. But Jeff still wanted me
to do a guy that was real big. We talked about it and I told him
that he couldn't just keep adding guys...that I was loving it, but
that there was a limit, you know? Jeff said for me to just think
about it. He said that one really hung guy would make it all
complete and there wouldn't have to be any others."
Andy tried hard to be professional. It was arousing him to
hear this intelligent young girl's story. There were questions he
wanted to ask, but he couldn't decide if they were honestly related
to her defense or born in his own fantasies.
"Was the sex with these three men what a jury would consider
to be fairly normal sex, or did you do anything kinky with them?",
he asked.
"You may be a better judge of what a jury would consider kinky
than I am," Jenny said. "Mike was big on anal sex and usually liked
to do me that way when he came by in the mornings. Carl was more
of an oral sex guy and loved for me to give him head, but he fucked
me a lot too. Jeff, I guess, is the kinkiest one. He likes to do
it in all three places and he really got off on me going down on
Carl...I guess partly because he is black, you know. Jeff talks to
me almost constantly when we do it, talking dirty about me and Mike
and Carl. I guess some people would think that's kinky."
"But you didn't do any bondage or S&M or those kinds of things
with any of them?"
"No. Well, we talked about doing it, and I could have gotten
into that, I think, but we never did any of it."
"I interrupted you. Did you add the fourth guy, or not?",
Andy asked.
"Oh...yeah. We did, finally, but it took a while to find the
right guy. It's harder than you might think to find a guy that is
really hung good. You can tell if a guy is black or not pretty
easy, you know, but it isn't so easy to tell how big a guy is."
"How did you go about it?", Andy asked, wondering to himself
how big one had to be to be "really hung good".
"Well, Jeff made me tell Mike and Carl what we were looking
for, in case they knew someone like that. He figured Carl probably
would and if I wound up doing two black guys it would be just that
much better. But I guess guys don't know how big other guys
are...I mean how many guys cocks have you seen?"
"Not many...I can see how that would be a problem."
"Right. I guess girls know more about who has the big cocks
than guys do, and I wasn't around that many girls at the time.
Anyway, when Mike and Carl weren't able to help much, Jeff finally
said that I'd just have to do some one-night stands until I found
the right guy."
"How did you feel about that? Did that work out okay?"
"It was okay with me. Actually, it was fun, to tell the
truth. Jeff gave me some credit cards and let me buy all the sexy
clothes I wanted and for several weeks I went to all the clubs,
picking up guys and bringing them back to the apartment. You guys
are pretty easy, you know...especially if the skirt is short
enough."
"I'm sure you didn't have any problem convincing them to come
home with you. How long did it take you to find someone?"
Jenny fought a grin and shifted nervously in her chair.
"Well...I don't know why I don't just lie to you about
this...maybe I want you to know, or something...anyway, you can't
tell Jeff this, but I found just the right guy on the second night
I went out."
"But you kept `searching', even though you knew you had one
that would suit Jeff?"
"Yeah. That's bad, huh?" She stopped and waited for an
answer, a naughty smile written on her lips.
Andy couldn't help but chuckle. "Yeah, Jenny. That's pretty
bad. But it's cute."
"Well, hey...the clubs were nice, not the kind of places that
I could have afforded to go on my own, you know? And they were
full of good looking men. I love to dance, and I loved all the
attention the guys gave me. And Jeff was getting off on it anyway.
He loved to hear me tell him all about it."
"So, you did what?...eight or ten guys before you told Jeff
about the guy you knew was the right one?"
"Twelve. I figured I might as well do a dozen." She grinned
again. This was a girl who enjoyed being bad. But Andy found it
hard to believe she was a murderer.
"Okay, so you started doing the hung guy too. Did he come by
every day like the others?"
"Oh yeah. In fact, he sometimes came by twice. If one of the
others wasn't coming for some reason, I'd give him a call and he'd
come over. His name is Dan Scribner, and he's a painter who lives
not far from my apartment, so he could come over most anytime I
wanted him to."
"Jenny, this doesn't have anything to do with your case,
really, but I can't help wonder how big `big' is?"
Jenny chuckled and lowered her head before answering.
"Well, I can answer that precisely, because Jeff made me
measure Dan. There are guys who are longer, I guess, although I
didn't see any when I was going out on the weekends. Dan is a
little over eight inches, measured along the top. But he is six
inches around when he's hard...and believe me...THAT is BIG! I was
a little afraid at first, but after the first time I really got
into it. I didn't really notice how big he really was though until
he had me deepthroat him and until he started doing anal on me.
That's when a girl really knows how big 8X6 is."
Andy felt himself growing hard inside his pants. He was glad
the table hid his lap from Jenny's view.
"So, was Dan your favorite, Jenny?", Andy asked. Fuck
professionalism.
"Oh, God, I don't know how to answer that one. I do love his
cock. I mean really love it. Even in the ass, although it hurts
pretty bad when he does me that way. In my pussy...whew...well, I
don't how to tell you how good that is. I'm multi-orgasmic when he
fucks me, and I'm not with the others. Usually. But I like them
all, and as much as I love Dan's cock, I wouldn't really want to
say that he's my favorite. I guess I like having all of them."
"It must be pretty hard being in jail and not being able to be
with any of them, huh?", he asked.
Jenny turned her head toward the door and fought back tears.
"I hate it. And I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for that
damned preacher."
"Tell me what happened with the preacher, Jenny."
"He tricked me. It wasn't fair, what he did," she said, her
voice full of hurt.
"What did he do, Jenny?"
"I started getting phone calls...the kind where no one says
anything and you finally hang up on them. I guess I should have
wondered about the fact that they never came when anyone was at the
apartment with me, but I suppose I was too frustrated by them to
think about that. Anyway, I don't mind a little phone sex every
now and then, and I figured this guy was someone who just called
until he found some woman's voice that he liked or something and
then got off thinking about her, or something like that. Finally,
I just told him that if that was what he was doing that we could
both have fun if he'd talk to me instead of just sitting there not
saying anything.
"I didn't have too many options, really. I couldn't call the
cops and have them finding out about Carl and Mike and Jeff and
Dan, you know what I mean? Anyway, he finally started talking, and
it wasn't bad. I didn't need it particularly, but I got into it
pretty good. He wanted to know the kinkiest things I'd ever done,
and so I told him that I did the other guys. I know that was
stupid of me now, but I didn't have any idea that the guy knew who
I was or anything."
"Are you saying that this was Revered Lewis who was calling
you, Jenny?"
"Yeah. I didn't know it. I know his voice is famous and all
to most people, but it wasn't famous to me. Not then, anyway. He
sure didn't sound like a preacher. He kept saying that he bet he
was bigger than Dan and that he wanted to be number five."
"And he talked you into letting him come to the apartment?"
"Not at first, but the phone sex was pretty good, and I
figured Jeff might like it, especially if he was really bigger than
Dan."
"How many times did he come to see you at the apartment?"
"Just that one time. I knew who he was as soon as I opened
the door. He's on TV, you know, and on billboards all over the
place too. I guess it was the subject we talked about on the phone
that made it so hard for me to make the connection. But I felt
really stupid when I realized I'd been having phone sex with the
most famous preacher around."
"What happened when you realized who he was?", Andy asked.
"Well, I was shocked. I told him I wouldn't have invited him
if I'd known who he was, and that made him angry. He said that
shouldn't make any difference, that he had needs just like other
men. He said we should at least talk about it, and asked if I
would fix him a glass of tea or something. We went into the
kitchen and I got him a Coke...didn't have any tea...and we
talked."
"Was he still angry with you?"
"Not at first. I guess he thought he would talk me into it.
But I told him I just didn't want to do it with someone as famous
as he was, especially with him being a preacher and all that.
That's when he really got angry. He started half-preaching-half-
cussing me then, talking about what a sinful whore I was to do it
with four men a day, one of them black and then to have phone sex
on the side. He said it all in such an ugly way...it was all meant
to hurt and to try to make me feel guilty. I asked him to leave,
and he said he wasn't leaving until he got some and then he started
pawing me and pushing me back against the counter."
"And you fought him off?"
"Yeah. I mean...just because I like to do it with guys
doesn't mean I can't say no and mean it, does it? And I may have
led him to believe he could do it when we talked on the phone, but
that was when I didn't know who he was. I sure didn't lead him on
after he showed up at the apartment."
"He wouldn't take no for an answer though."
"No, he sure wouldn't. He was raping me...that's exactly what
he was doing. I knew it, and the idea of someone that was supposed
to be as pure and everything that he was supposed to be raping me
made me so angry that I couldn't see straight. I managed to get
the drawer open and got out one of the kitchen knives and I stuck
him in the neck with it. He let me go then and staggered back and
tried to reach the knife to pull it out, but before he could get it
out he fell down in the floor, and I guess he was dead. I didn't
know anything else to do except call the police, so I did. And
here I am."
"It's a clear case of self-defense, Jenny. I don't think
we'll have any problem. The worst part will be that the
prosecution is going to drag Jeff and the others into it, and try
to prove that you enticed him and lured him to your apartment.
Then they'll probably try to prove that you planned it all because
he tried to talk you out of the kind of life you were living, or
something along those lines. It won't be pretty, but we'll get you
through it all okay."
In the coming trial, Jenny was found not guilty of first
degree murder. The court decided she had acted in self-defense and
she was released. Unfortunately, all four of the men Jenny had
been having relations with found the trial and the publicity to be
too much for them, and by the time it was all over, none of them
wanted to see her again.
Jenny and Andy became friends during the trial and lovers
afterward. They found it difficult to live so close to Jenny's
past, and Andy quit his job with the county and talked Jenny into
moving with him to Chicago. Not long after settling there, they
were married.
Andy saw to it that Jenny got her degree. She worked hard and
made excellent grades. She was happy with her new life with Andy,
and even though she missed the excitement she had known with Jeff,
she was quite content.
Not long after her graduation, Andy held a surprise party for
her, in honor of her graduation. The house was full of their new
Chicago friends, and Jenny was genuinely surprised and pleased by
Andy's thoughtfulness. After the party, as they sat on the couch
in the living room, remembering the evening, they talked.
"You know," Andy said, his hand playing in her hair, "tonight
is the first time I've really seen you around other people very
much."
"I guess we've both been pretty pre-occupied with me trying to
get through school and you getting the firm off to a good start,"
she replied, warmly.
"Some of the guy's couldn't keep their eyes off you," he said,
smiling.
"Awww...who? I didn't notice that," she said, with genuine
surprise.
"Harry, for one. And Jim Blessing. They were both nearly
drooling all night."
"Well, you needn't worry about that. I'm your wife, you
know."
"Actually, I liked it. I liked the way they looked at you,
and I liked knowing that they wanted you."
"Andy...you don't have to..."
"I'm not saying that for any reason other than it being the
truth, Jenny. I did like it. It excited me. Still does."
"Are you sure?", she asked. Andy could feel a tension between
them, but hardly an uncomfortable one.
"I'm very sure, Jenny. I found myself wanting to ask Harry if
he'd like to fuck you sometime."
"Andy...don't say that..."
"No, I did, Jenny. I really wanted to ask him that. I kept
picturing you on your knees in front of him, sucking him off."
Jenny laid her hand high along the inside of Andy's thigh and
put her head on his shoulder. She didn't say anything.
"When you brought the coffee service in and set it on the
table, your dress raised up pretty high in back. Not quite high
enough for the tops of your stockings to show, but almost. It was
very sexy. Harry and Jim were both sitting where they could have
seen it, and I looked over at them, wanting them to see, but they
were talking to other people and they missed it. I actually was
disappointed, Jenny. I really was."
"You can invite them over another time, I guess, if you want,"
she said, rubbing his thigh softly.
"If I did, it would only be because I wanted them to fuck you,
Jenny," Andy said, quietly.
"I know," she said, her head still on his shoulder.
"It might not be good to involve close friends like that,"
Andy said, sliding his hand down into Jenny's blouse.
"It could cause some problems," Jenny replied.
"Yeah," Andy said, cupping her right breast and catching her
nipple between his fingers. He felt it harden.
"The placement office has some job interviews they want me to
take," she said.
"That's nice. I guess you're looking forward to finding a
good job, huh?" Andy began tugging her dress up, exposing her
legs, working the hem above her stocking tops.
"Well, I guess that's the whole point of getting the degree,
right?"
"That's one reason, I suppose," he said, touching her naked
thighs gently. "I'm going to miss you being home whenever I want
you to be."
"A girl can get into a lot of trouble if she stays home too
much," Jenny said, opening her legs. Andy swallowed hard and slid
his hand between her legs. Her panties were wet to his touch.
"You're right. Especially a girl who loves to fuck," Andy
said, rubbing the crotch of her panties.
"I love to fuck, Andy," Jenny said, her voice thick with
passion.
"I don't know if you love to fuck as much as you once did,
Jenny," he said, pushing her panties to the side and rubbing her
hard little clitoris. Her legs opened further. "You used to love
it so much that you did four different men every day, Jenny. Even
a black guy."
"I know. I like black men," she said, her voice almost a
whisper.
"You like big cocks too, don't you?", he asked, pushing two
fingers into her.
Jenny moaned and pushed back at the fingers. "Yes, Andy. I
like black men and big cocks and staying home."
"That's what you want to do, isn't it, Jenny? Stay home and
fuck all day? Fuck different guys? Fuck black guys and guys with
big cocks? You want to be my wife, but you want to fuck, don't
you, Jenny?"
Jenny grabbed his arm and held it tightly between her hands.
Her hips pumped rythmicly now, her wet pussy fucking at Andy's
fingers. She lay her head back against his arm and turned to face
him, her eyes half-closed.
"I want to, Andy," she said, her voice almost a gasp as she
fucked herself against his hand. "I want to do it...I want to do
it sooo bad, Andy!"
Andy brought her quickly to orgasm, rubbing his thumb against
her clit while she worked her tight little pussy on his fingers.
After she came, he unzipped his pants, pushed her onto her back on
the couch, straddled her chest, and pushed the head of his nine
inch black cock past the opening of her throat.
The End
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