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Great Horn of Africa

by shooter3704 (C)

Author's note. This is a work of erotic fiction, and not a travelogue. Hope 
you enjoy it

Scott's story:

It funny how things work out. My wife and I were laying in bed watching a 
porno flick. It was supposed to be about a white girl who got sold into 
white slavery by her husband, or father, or somebody close to her. The plot 
wasn't all that good, but the action scenes were pretty hot.

Beth and I have been married for nearly twenty years. We got married right 
out of high school, and neither of us have ever had another sexual partner. 
I know I haven't, and I'm pretty sure about Beth. I'm Scott Wheeler, by the 
way.

At thirty eight, and after having two children, Beth is still a fine looking 
woman. She works hard to keep her body in good shape, although no one but me 
ever gets to enjoy it.

Our love life has slowed down considerably over the past few years. Age and 
mileage seemed to be taking over. After we got married, Beth worked to send 
me to business school. I opened my own accounting business. I'm a CPA with a 
long list of good clients. We finally got to where we are living 
comfortably. Our oldest daughter is in college, and the youngest is a senior 
in high school. Every aspect of my life is good, except in the bedroom. 
Watching porno seems to be one of the few things that would get us excited 
enough to make love. I guess I'm a little sad about that.

"I wonder what that would be like?" Beth said as we watched the video tape.

"I'll show you in a few minutes," I said trying to do a villainous leer.

"Not that, silly. I mean, being a prostitute. Going to bed and making love 
to strangers."

"I doubt there is much love involved," I said dryly. "I suspect it just 
plain ol' fucking." Beth hates the word fuck, and usually fusses at me for 
using it. This time she seemed to either not hear me, or decided to ignore 
it.

"I mean it would be an exciting life, I would think. Not knowing who your 
next customer would be. What they would be like. What they would want you to 
do for them."

"I guess," I said wondering where this line of conversation would go. Beth 
seldom commented on the porno I brought in. Sometimes she won't even watch 
them.

"That poor girl has a black pimp.is that the right word?" I nodded. "Her 
pimp tells her where to go, and what to do every day of her life." She was 
silent a moment and then continued. "He takes her whenever he wants to. He 
does unspeakable thing to her. Why are you laughing?"

"They're not unspeakable, Beth. The pimp often speaks of them. 'Get over 
here bitch and suck my cock.' 'Come here whore, and bend over so I can fuck 
your ass'."

"You know what I mean," Beth punched me in the ribs. "I pity the poor girl."

I noticed that Beth was rubbing one of her nipples. "And yet you also envy 
her," I said.

"Yes, I guess so, in a way," she answered after a few moments. "I wonder 
what it would be like to be totally uninhibited. To have sex with a lot of 
different men. To do that, and not have to think about it. Not to have a 
choice in the matter."

"So, you want me to find you a pimp?" I teased.

"You don't know any pimps," she said with a laugh.

"As a matter of fact, I do know a pimp. I have one for a client, Miss 
know-it-all."

"Really? I didn't know that. Who is it?"

"You know I don't discuss my clients, at home," I said putting my arm around 
her shoulders. "When I get him to take you on as his whore, you'll get to 
know him very well then."

"Why? What will he do to me?"

"Before he puts you to work, he'll have to try you out. He would take you to 
his house and fuck you all week-end long. He'd bring in a few friends to 
fuck you also." I kept up that kind of talk for a while. I played with her 
ample breasts, and when I put my hand down between her legs, I was a little 
surprised to find that she was soaking wet. I knew I was on to something, I 
just wasn't sure what it was.

Like a lot of men, when I find something that works, I stick with it. I used 
the theme for several weeks, and it worked like a charm every time. Beth 
would almost immediately warm up. We fucked like a couple of rabbits. ***

CHAPTER TWO

Two days after the end of the quarter, like clockwork, Roland Morgan brought 
his papers and books to my office. Roland, or Big R, as he's know on the 
street, has many irons in the fire. He owns a strip club, a convenience 
store, a liquor store, and a couple more enterprises. Most designed to 
laundry the illegal flow of money from his whores.

On our first meeting, I made it a point to tell Big R that I wasn't like a 
lawyer. I told him not to tell me anything that he didn't want told in 
court. Big R laughed when I told him that. He told me he wasn't worried, 
that he was protected. I discovered that he was paying out large sums of 
money to the cops. It was entered on his books as casual employment and 
miscellaneous expenses. I didn't know, or want to know, how many cops he was 
paying off, but the figures for casual employment and miscellaneous were 
large. On paper, Big R was a wealthy man, and I was sure that a lot of cash 
didn't get to the books.

"How's it going Mister Wheeler?" Big R asked setting the arm load of books 
on my desk. Describing Big R is difficult because there nothing about him 
that's unusual or remarkable. He's black, I'd guess late thirties or early 
forties, Five-nine or five-ten, and medium weight, neither heavy or light. 
He's a spiffy dresser, but not pimp flashy. He seemed to be mild mannered 
and soft spoken. I decided to ask him something that had been bothering me.

"Couldn't be better Mister Morgan," I answered. "I know it's none of my 
business, but I've wondered why they call you Big R."

He threw back his head and laughed. "Yeah, I can see why you might wonder. 
My momma named me Roland and my Pop took one look at my equipment, and 
called me Big R. The name just stuck. "

I know I must have turned five shades of red. I managed to say, "Oh, I see."

"Yeah, when you start out life with a big dick, you get tagged with some 
sort of nickname. Go on, Mister Wheeler. You can ask."

"Ah.er.well how big was it?"

"My seventh grade teacher measured it," he said laughing. "It was six and a 
half inches long then. Coming in at just under nine inches now. I kinda grew 
into it, I guess."

"Your school teacher measured it?" I stammered. "Why?"

"She was curious I guess. I fucked her two years later in the backseat of 
her car in the school parking lot." He laughed. "I had grown some by then. 
You going to call me when you get my books done?"

"Yes," I said. "I know I'm asking a lot of questions, but how does a person 
become a pimp?"

"I guess there's a lot of ways," he said. "I started in high school. Girls 
found out I had a big dick, and I got in a lot of panties. It wasn't long 
before I had more pussy than I could handle, so I sold some to the other 
guys. I had a variety of gals. Black, white, Hispanics, and a few Asian. I 
found that the black guys wanted white girls, and white guys wanted black 
girls, and almost any of them would fuck a gook or Mexican gal. I found out 
what the demand was, and supplied it. Still do, for that matter."

"I see. I guess that's what makes the world go around. Supply and demand. 
Still have a lot of girls?"

"I got twelve right now," he said. "Ten white girls and two black ones. I 
supply mostly to the black community, and they want white nookie. How long 
we been doing business? Four or five years, ain't it? So why all the 
questions now? I don't mind, but I'm curious."

"Oh, this woman I know was asking me about prostitution," I said. "I told 
her I'd check around." God! It sounded lame even to me.

"She's thinkin' about trying it?" Big R asked. "You can tell her it's 
fuckin' dangerous to go out independent. Lot of things can, and will go 
wrong. What she look like?" I don't know why, but I described Beth perfectly 
to him. "Sounds like she might make a good whore. A mature white woman, that 
has been around the block a few times can make some serious money." Son of a 
bitch! He was looking at the photo of Beth on my desk "You tell her that I'm 
fair with my bitches. I don't dope them, or keep their money. They can work 
as much, or as little as they want. All I ask is they be fair with me, and 
keep themselves clean. I insist on a check-up every two weeks, and that 
everybody uses a rubber." He looked me in the eye. "How serious is this 
chick? Is she thinking about it for the money, or for the fun of it?"

"I guess mostly for the fun of it. She doesn't need the money." How on earth 
did I let the conversation get this far. What the hell was I thinking?

"Best kind of whore," Big R said, glancing at Beth's picture again. "If 
she's looking for adventure, I can supply it. I got to go. Call me when the 
books are ready to be picked up." ***

"I spoke with Big.ah, my client today," I said. Beth and I were sitting at 
the kitchen table. The only daughter at home, wasn't at home, as usual.

"What big client is that, dear?"

"Not a big client. The pimp client I told you about." Beth's fork stopped 
half way to her mouth.

"What did you talk about?" she asked, putting the food back on her plate.

"This and that," I answered, probably a little smug. "How things were going 
with his business."

"And how are things in his business?"

"Apparently pretty good," I know I was grinning like a simpleton, but I 
couldn't help it Beth pushed her food around on the plate a few moments then 
got up, and put her plate in the sink.

"I'm going to take a shower and go on the bed," Beth said leaving the 
kitchen.

"Okay, I'll be up in a little while. Oh, by the way," I called after she had 
left. "He said you could interview for a job anytime you wanted to." Timing 
is everything. I waited for it. I didn't have to look up to know that she 
was back in the doorway. I could hear her breathing.

"What are you talking about, Scott?" she demanded.

"What? I thought you had gone." I was playing it cool and having some fun. 
"I mentioned to.my client, that I knew a woman who was thinking about 
becoming a prostitute. When I described her, he became interested. He said 
it sounded like she would make a good whore for him." Beth came on in the 
kitchen, and stopped beside my chair.

"Are you out of your mind?" she said, her voice cold, and trembling with 
passion. Not the good kind. "Tell me, Scott, are you out of your God damned 
mind?" Her voice had risen to a screech.

"Hey, Beth, calm down," I said. I wasn't having any fun now. "I didn't tell 
him who. I didn't give him any names or anything. He won't be calling you on 
the phone." She glared hard at me, her chest rising and falling. "I can't 
believe you," she said, and hurried out of the room. It's strange how 
something can turn into a bucket of shit so quick.

I watched some TV a while, read a book for a while, and stalled as long as I 
could. I was absolutely in no rush to go up to bed. I woke up when my 
daughter came in at quarter passed eleven. I lucked out, because Beth was 
asleep when I got to the bed.

The next day I was up and out of the house before Beth awoke, but that 
evening she seemed to be her old cheerful self. You can bet your ass, I 
didn't bring up the subject of our discontent. Actually, it was a couple 
nights later that it was mentioned. Beth brought it up.

"So what did you tell him?" she asked. I was already in bed and Beth was 
brushing her long auburn hair. She was looking at me in the mirror. It 
crossed my mind, briefly, to faint a lack of understanding, but I knew she 
knew I knew.

"Not all that much. I ask him how he got in the business, and it kind of 
evolved from there." I repeated the conversation between Big R and me.

"You told him I was pretty?" she asked.

"I did not. I told him that my friend was beautiful and super sexy." She 
didn't say anything for a while.

"I overreacted didn't I?"

"Maybe just a tad," I acknowledged. "But maybe you were justified. Who 
knows?"

"I can't believe his teacher measured his.thing. That's too bizarre. And 
they did it a couple years later?"

"That's what he said. He strikes me as a man that doesn't have to brag."

"And he said that he thought I could do well in the business?"

"He certainly did. He said a sexy mature woman could do very well." When she 
didn't respond right away I said, "While he was talking to me, I got a 
mental picture of you and him.together.you know.having sex." Beth turned 
around to look directly at me. A smile was playing around her mouth.

"Tell me about that mental image. What exactly did you see?"

I went into a long and fanciful story of what I saw in my mind. Beth came 
and lay down beside me as I spun the yarn. Some of it I had visualized, but 
most I conjured up from my mind. I had no more than finished the tale and 
Beth was all over me. She was like a wild woman who had been denied sex for 
a long time. ***

"You got a VCR?' Big R asked me. He had come to get the books. I told him I 
did, and he handed me a video tape. "You tell your friend to watch this 
tape, and then if she wants to talk, we can."

After he left I put the tape in my player that's build in the small TV I 
have in the office. The tape started showing Big R setting behind a big 
desk. He was speaking to someone out of sight.

"Why do you want to get in the business?" he asked. The sound wasn't all 
that clear, but I could understand him.

"I need some money," a female voice said. "I need a lot of money, fast." The 
camera widened out, and I saw an attractive white woman sitting on a chair 
in front of the desk. The angle didn't change, and I wondered if it was done 
remotely.

"You ever been a professional whore?" Big R asked. She shook her head and 
murmured something I couldn't hear. "I'm going to assume that you ain't a 
virgin."

"No, I'm hardly a virgin. I'm married, and I have two children."

"Most of our customers are black," Big R said. "You ever fucked a black man 
before?" She shook her head in the negative. "Do you like to fuck?" She 
nodded her head. "You get a blood test, like I ask you to do?"

"Yes sir, I did. Like I told you on the phone. I have never had sex with 
anybody except my husband.ever."

"I guess that answers the question about threesomes and gangbangs. Ever made 
it with a chick?"

"No sir," she answered in a soft voice.

"Why did you decide to be a whore?" Big R asked bluntly.

"I don't know. I guess because I thought that I could make some money doing 
something I like, and that I'm good at. I don't have any training or skills 
to fall back on. I've always been a housewife and mother. Last year my 
husband got sick. He was out of work for nearly six months. We got way 
behind in our bills. The mortgage company is demanding back house payments, 
or they'll foreclose."

"Your hubby know that you are applying to be a whore?" She nodded slowly. 
"He all right with it?"

"Yes.I don't know if he is or not. He said he was, but I don't know for 
sure. We're desperate, so It doesn't really matter. He's working two jobs, 
and we still aren't catching up very fast."

"We are being video taped," Big R said. "You see that camera over there on 
the shelf? Look right at the camera and say your name, your age, and that 
you are applying for a job as a whore of your own free will." The woman 
turned slightly, and looked right into the camera.

"My name is Holly May McAllister. I am twenty-six years old. I am applying 
for a job as a whore of my own free will."

"Stand up Holly May," big R instructed. "I want you to take off your 
clothes. Keep looking at the camera while you do." The woman did as he 
instructed. Soon she was naked. Holly May had breasts that were in the 
category of "mouthful", but they were well formed. The camera zoomed in on 
her chest and I could see that her boobs were like two cones on her chest. 
The camera panned down to show that she had a narrow strip of pubic hair 
above her slit. The camera widened back out to show all of her. I wondered 
who was operating the camera, as Big R didn't seem to move his hands. The 
only nervousness she displayed was biting her lower lip.

"Are you ready to continue?" Big R asked her. She nodded, and he led her 
through a door behind the desk. The picture went snowy, and then reappeared 
again in a bedroom setting. Big R was sitting on the edge of a bed with his 
clothes off. He was holding a huge cock in one hand. Obviously he had been 
truthful about the size of his cock. I stopped the tape and rewound it. I 
wanted to watch it with Beth. I had to watch it with her.

CHAPTER THREE

Beth's story:

I know I am a very lucky woman. I'm married to a wonderful man, I have two 
wonderful daughters, and I live in a nice house. Everything is perfect. 
That's not exactly the truth. It's not perfect, just comfortable. I'm not 
sure when I begun to have feelings of dissatisfaction. Maybe they came in 
small increments over a long period of time. I don't know.

Scott is a hard working man. He had to be earlier in our marriage, because 
we were usually only a few dollars from financial disaster. Scott's problem 
is, he didn't know when to slow down. We managed over the years to save 
enough so that both girls can go to college without us having to scrimp. 
Scott made some good investments that has paid off. He doesn't need to work 
all the time like he used to. But he does.

One night a couple of weeks ago, Scott brought in another adult video. I 
don't care for them much, but I've learned that if I want sex I have to put 
up with them. They do serve the purpose of arousing Scott. This tape was a 
lot different. The theme was a white girl who went to work as a prostitute 
for a black pimp. There was a lot of sex between her and various black men. 
I realize that it was just a movie with professional actors, but for some 
reason it sang to me. I envied the girl, and her ability to have casual sex 
with strangers. I liked the idea that she got paid to have sex with a lot of 
men. There was one scene that stuck in my mind vividly. The scene is firmly 
stuck in my memory so that I can quote the dialog from my memory.

The woman just returned from servicing a customer.john, they called it. Her 
pimp and another man were waiting on her. She smiles at her pimp, and gives 
him a big, long, deep kiss.

"Get your cunt all juiced up, did you?" the pimp said.. The woman said she 
had. "Get them clothes off, and let us see your slick, gooey pussy." The 
woman glanced at the other man, but took her clothes off. "Look here 
Tyrone," the pimp said. "She's still wet from her black sexin' That 
mutherfucker use a rubber?" The girl said of course. She said she knew the 
rules. "Good. Get down on your knees and give my cock a good suckin' Me and 
Tyrone are going to give you some more black cock."

The girl, Gina or Tina, got down, and took the man's big black penis out of 
his pants and proceeded to give him oral sex. I have never cared for oral 
sex, but she made it look like fun. Over the next thirty minutes or so, the 
pimp, and the man called Tyrone, had sex her in every imaginable position 
and combinations. The finale was both men took her. One in her vagina and 
one in her rectum. I admired, and envied the ease with which she took both 
of them in her. She appeared as if she like it a lot. I said my thoughts 
aloud to Scott without think about it. The end result was Scott and I had 
sex that was greater than any in recent history for us. In fact our sex life 
took a sharp upturn for the next several weeks.

The words they used in that video kept running through my head. Pussy, cunt, 
whore, cock and fuck. All words that I hate, and never use. Scott said fuck 
sometimes, but I always chided him when he did. For some reason I couldn't 
get the nasty words out of my mind.

Scott has a client that he says is a pimp. I doubted it at first, but I can 
usually tell when Scott is lieing to me. One night he had the audacity to 
tell me he had discussed me with the pimp. I flew into a rage. I wanted to 
choke Scott, but as quickly as the anger came, it left, and for some strange 
reason I was glad Scott talked to the pimp.

***



When Scott brought the tape home, I thought it was another video from the 
rental store. Scott told me it was special, and to wait until bedtime to 
watch it. I felt a tingle between my legs. If whatever it was, would get 
Scott an erection, I would watch it with him.

That night I finished in the bathroom first and was lying on the bed waiting 
for Scott. He came out and started the tape. He said that he had seem the 
first few minutes, so I was to start without him.

It was an interview for a prostitute, and when the camera widened out and I 
saw the woman I nearly fainted. I gasped, and Scott stuck his head out of 
the bathroom.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Oh.my.God," I said. "I know her. That's Holly.something. I can't remember 
her last name."

"Holly McAllister. How do you know her?" Scott said pushing the pause 
button.

"We were in the book club together," I said, staring at the frozen image on 
the TV. "She dropped out several months ago. I don't know the details, but 
something was wrong at home."

"Sickness," Scott said starting the tape again. "I'll be out in a few 
minutes. Keep watching."

And watch, I did. I had wondered what had happened to Holly. I had not seem 
her since the last book club meeting four or five months earlier. Now I 
knew. Apparently Holly had taken a job outside the home.

"This is where I stopped it," Scott said getting on the bed beside me. The 
scene showed the black man sitting on the bed holding his.cock, dammit. I 
might as well say it as think it. His cock was bigger than any I had ever 
seen in the porno movies Scott had brought home. I watched, totally 
enthralled, as a nude Holly went over and knelt down in front of the man. I 
watched without blinking, because I was afraid I might miss something. Holly 
took the man's penis.his cock, and stroked it, and then took it in her 
mouth. Neither Scott or I said a word as we watched her head bobbing up and 
down on his manhood. Her mouth was stretched wide and her cheeks were 
inflated as she sucked him. I managed to tear my eyes away long enough to 
glance at Scotts cock, and see that he was aroused.

The black man pulled Holly from his cock and pulled her down on the bed with 
him where he proceeded to take her forcefully. Her legs flew open, as he 
pressed himself into her. Holly moaned loudly as he enter her a little at a 
time. I could plainly hear her ask him to go slower, which he did. I was 
fascinated as I watched this girl I knew, being taken by this black man with 
the huge cock.

"What is his name?" I asked Scott without taking my eyes from the TV. "I 
don't want to think of him as 'that man', 'that pimp' or that 'black man'. I 
want to know his name."

"They call him Big R," Scott said.

Big R.okay, I had a name for the black creature that was fucking Holly so 
hard. Suddenly Holly started bucking, and yelling that she was coming. Big R 
just kept fucking her. That was what it was. It wasn't making love, having 
sex, or any other thing. It was fucking, pure and simple. Fucking.I said the 
word out loud, tasting it, savoring it, and causing Scott to stare at me. 
Holly had another orgasm, and another after that.

"How do they do that?" I asked Scott.

"How do they do what?"

"Make the camera change places and zoom in like that."

"Somebody is operating them from a remote site, I guess," Scott answered.

The idea that they were being watched by someone else, caused my heart to 
beat even harder. I didn't think that was possible. There were unseen eyes 
watching as his huge cock piston in and out of her. Unseen eyes watched as 
he withdrew his cock, and put her on her knees, and begun to fuck her doggy 
style. Eyes of an unknown person watched as the camera zoomed in to where 
Big R and Holly were connected, and saw the sperm gushing out around his 
black rod as it went in and out of her.

My nipples were rock hard and I stroked them to try to relive the aching. 
Big R used his sperm and her juices to facilitate his finger going into 
her.ass. He used one finger and then two. Suddenly he withdrew his cock from 
her. her cunt. Okay, I can say it. He took it out of her cunt, and rammed it 
in her ass. He got almost half of it in before she could react. Holly 
screamed loudly, and tried to crawl away from the anal intruder. It did her 
no good, because he was holding tightly to her hips. He jerked her back 
until she was fully impelled on his cock.

Big R held her still and didn't move himself until she quieted down. After 
she became quiet, he began to move his hips. Slowly at first and then faster 
until Holly began to rock with him. I could see her fingers playing with her 
clitoris as he butt fucked her. I couldn't take any more. I grabbed the 
remote and stopped the tape.

"Fuck me, Scott," I said. "Fuck me like Big R did Holly. Make me your 
bitch."

Good old Scott was ready, willing and able. He was as excited as I was, I 
think. I let, no, I demanded that, Scott fuck me in the ass, something I 
hadn't let him do all that often. After a prolonged bout of sex, I drifted 
off into a troubled sleep. I had dreams all night of a black man taking me 
like Big R took Holly.

After Scott left for work, I managed to get a few hours of dreamless sleep. 
I got up after nine o'clock, which was most unusual for me. I ate a quick 
breakfast and did some detective work. I called a friend, who was also in 
the book club with Holly. Marge knew where Holly lived. With that 
information, and what I knew from the interview I found the phone number.

"Hi Holly? This is Beth Wheeler," I said when a woman answered the phone. 
"How on earth are you doing?"

"Oh, Beth, hi," she said. "I'm fine. How are you?"

"I'm fine. We have missed you at the book club meetings, and I wanted to 
check on you."

"Why how nice of you. I had to drop out and get a job. Maybe in a few months 
I'll be able rejoin the group."

"How's your work going?" I asked. I was about to do something mean, and I 
dreaded it, because I'm not a mean person.

"Good, I enjoy it."

"Holly can we meet for coffee or maybe lunch? I would like to talk about 
your job. I know about Big R." There was a long silence on the line.

"Oh, shit," Holly said softly. "How did you find out?"

"Look Holly," I said. "I'm not going to divulge your secrets. I have no 
intention of hurting you in any way. I promise you that. I just need to talk 
to you in person. Please meet with me."

"Yeah, sure, why not?" Holly said in a resigned tone of voice. "Where?"

"How about coffee in an hour at the Town and Country caf�. I know it's an 
imposition to you, but it's important to me." I knew she knew where it was 
because we had some book club meeting there for a while. She agreed, and I 
hurried off to get dressed. I don't know exactly why, but I felt the need to 
look good for Holly. Is that not strange? I wanted to dress up for a 
prostitute. ***

There wasn't but two other customers in the Town and Country Caf�. The lunch 
crowd hadn't started and the breakfast crowd had gone. Holly was waiting for 
me at a table by the window,

"Sorry Holly. Am I late?" I said looking at my watch.

"No, I'm a little early. I just sit down, and I saw you parking. I ordered 
coffee for both of us. I hope that's okay."

"Yes, that fine. I want to thank you for meeting me," I said. "And I want 
you to know I meant what I said. I'll tell nobody what I know, and I won't 
cause you any trouble." Holly looked steadily at me and nodded. "You look 
great, Holly." She did look good, more confident and assured.

"Thank you," she said with a slight smile. "You look good also. How do you 
know Big R?"

"Actually, I don't know him," I said. I took a deep breath and plunged right 
in. "My husband knows him from a business relationship. I found out that you 
were working for Big R, and I wanted to ask you some questions about it. 
Rest assured, I'm not going to be judgmental. Oh, shoot. I'm doing this all 
wrong. Let me back up a little, and give you some background." I started 
with Scott bringing home the first interracial video tape, and told her 
everything. She let me tell my story without interrupting me.

"So you want to know what it's like to be a whore?" Holly asked when I 
finished. "Okay, but first let's get this straight. You don't want to become 
a whore. Not really. This is not a way for you to make money, because you 
don't need money. Beth, you want to be a slut. You are looking for 
adventure, for excitement, for some illicit sex, because you are bored, and 
your married sex life stinks. How close am I?"

I gave it some thought. "Pretty close," I admitted. " Is there adventure, 
and excitement? Can you tell me what it's like being.you know?"

"A whore. We can say the word," Holly said. "Sure I can. Is there adventure? 
Sure there's adventure, and there's excitement, and plenty of illicit sex, 
but it's not exactly like the videos. You have to be careful. Personal 
hygiene becomes a way of life for you. Hell, I got the crabs my second trip 
out. Big R is careful who gets to use his bitches. Ninety percent of the men 
are nice enough, it's the other ten percent you have to watch out for. When 
you work for Big R you have to do some gratis work. You know, give his boys 
some pussy from time to time, but he makes it up to you. I know it's not 
important to you, but the money is real good. Big R let's his girls work as 
much, or as little as they want to. When I first started, I worked almost 
every day and night. We were in debt up past our eyebrows, and getting 
deeper. When we got even with the creditors, I eased off some. Right now I'm 
only working a couple nights a week, and some special events. Have you and 
your husband ever swung? You know.swap parties, or that sort of thing?"

"No, nothing like that at all."

"Look Beth, I don't know what to tell you. You aren't really asking for 
advice on whether to do it or not. You've made up your mind about that 
already, haven't you?"

"No.I don't.I don't really know. Maybe I have. How many girls does Big R 
have working for him?"

"I don't know for sure. A dozen or so, I guess. I only know a few of them. 
The ones I know about are white. One is a granny."

"A granny? I guess I could qualify for that."

"Not for a few years," Holly said laughing. "His granny is about sixty and 
looks it."

"Really? There's a demand for an old woman?"

"Apparently there is a demand. I guess there are some black men who really 
get off fucking an old white woman. Maybe fucking their old school teacher 
vicariously. Anyway, I hear Granny does all right for herself. There is one 
white chick, Olga, who specializes in ass sucking." Holly laughed at my 
expression. "Hey, when you get in the business, you're going to find a lot 
of kinks. If you are strong for women's right, you need to find your 
adventure elsewhere. You try to tell Big R that it's your body, he'll be 
damned quick to tell you, not while you're working for him. Your body is his 
body, and he'll decide what's to be done with it. If you have any sexual 
hang-up, you better get over them. I had to learn a lot of things quick."

"Like what?" I asked.

"Sex with women for one thing," she said. "Have you ever made it with a 
chick?" I shook my head. "Me either until about three days after I started. 
One of Big R's friends shoved my face in a chick's pussy, and told me to eat 
it."

"What did you do?"

"I ate it," Holly said with a laugh ."Look, Beth, these guys don't ask you 
if you want to do this or if you would like to do that. They won't ask your 
permission. They tell you to do it, and you better do it or you'll regret 
it. For one thing Big R will run you off, but most likely, you'll get the 
hell slapped out of you. A lot of these guys will want to double up on you. 
I don't know what Big R would charge for you, but he put a three hundred 
dollar minimum on my ass. One guy for an hour, three hundred. Two guys for 
an hour is only five hundred. These guys aren't rocket scientists, but they 
can do the math. Joe Blow and his buddy save a hundred by doubling up on me. 
It works both ways. It saves them a hundred, but it saves me an hour, and 
time is money."

"You have to do a lot of anal sex?"

"Yeah," Holly answered with a grin. "Some of the black guys get off doing a 
woman in what they think is the final degradation and humiliation. Look, sex 
is all about head games. I found out early on that I get a lot of repeat 
customers by acting like it's terrible for me. I play the part of the poor 
little victim as far as I can, and it works for me."

"Wow, there's a lot to think about isn't there?" We sipped out coffee in 
silence for a few minutes. "Let me ask you one more question, Holly. If you 
had it to do over would you?"

Holly didn't answer for a few moments. "In five and a half months I managed 
to get us out of debt except for the house and my new car. Unlike you, I was 
looking for a way out. Apparently you're looking for a way in." Holly paused 
and stared out the window for a couple of minutes. "Yes I would," she 
finally said. "Not just for the money, either. Over the past several months 
I've made a discovery about myself that I didn't know before. I like sex. I 
like sex a lot, and I like a lot of sex. Some of Big R's bitches don't 
really like men. They don't really like sex. Being a whore is a means to an 
end for them. I was motivated by a need for quick cash, but along the way 
something awoke in me. I found out I like to fuck."

I noticed that two elderly women had taken the table next to ours. 
Apparently Holly had not noticed, or didn't care. Both women appeared to be 
well off, by their dress. One of them looked up at Holly's last statement.

"Good for you honey," the woman said loud enough for us to hear. "Fuck the 
silly bastards to death, and make them pay through the nose for it." Her 
companion nodded her head in agreement with the statement. Laughing, Holly 
and I left the caf�. The lunch crowd was beginning to arrive, anyway.

"Look, Holly," I said when we got to the curb. "Big R doesn't know who I am 
or anything about me. At least not yet. Please don't mention our 
conversation to him."

"Okay," she answered me. "However you want it. We both know that its not 
going to be long before you try sex with a black man. Let me urge you to be 
damned careful. Aside from the diseases, there are other dangers you need to 
consider. If you want to try it, do it with somebody safe, like Big R, who 
will take care of you. If you want to talk again, let me know. I'm available 
for you. Now I have one last question for you. How did you find out about 
me?"

"Big R gave Scott a video tape of your interview. Scott and I watched it 
last night."

"Oh, I see," she said blushing slightly, "Did you like it?"

"Loved it! We didn't watch it all because we had to stop, and take care of 
business. We both were hot and horny. We stopped the tape just after Big R 
screwed your butt."

"Then you missed the part where Big R, and his friend Russell, doubled up on 
me. I think Big R added some other sessions on the tape. I think there might 
be a bit where I pulled a train for them. I haven't seen all of it yet. I'd 
like to see it sometime. Call me, Beth. In fact call me, and let me know 
what you think about the rest of the tape. " She walked away, and I hurried 
home to watch some more of the video tape.

CHAPTER FOUR

Scott's story:

The next day after Beth and I watched Holly's video was a long one. I had 
trouble focusing on my work. Two things were clear to me. One, I was getting 
a lot of hot sex, and two, Beth was getting very interested in this 
thing.whatever it is. I guess it was the third thing that bothered me most, 
and that is, things were not going to stay like they were. I didn't know if 
I was going to like the changes or not.

At lunch time I took a few minutes just to think about my feelings. How 
would I feel if Beth actually went to Big R? The thought of another man's 
dick in my wife sent waves of anxiety through me. When I imagined it, I also 
felt an excitement that I couldn't quite get a handle on. The image never 
failed to bring me a throbbing hard-on. That fact couldn't be denied. There 
I sat at my desk, with a boner. I called home to see how Beth was doing.

"Hi, it's me," I said when she answered. "What's going on with you?"

"You will not believe what I just did," she sounded a little out of breath. 
"I just finished masturbating while watching that video of Holly." She was 
sure right. I didn't believe it. Doing that was so out of character for her. 
Saying it, even more so. "How is your day?" she added.

"Apparently not as good as yours," I said. "What brought the self 
gratification on?"

"I met with Holly this morning," Beth said. "We had a long talk 
about.things."

"What things?"

"Her motivation for being a prostitute. How she liked it, and what were some 
of the things she did. That sort of things."

"I see. Just regular girl talk, huh? Did you watch the rest of the video or 
just review what we've already seen?"

"Both," she giggled. "You are going to love the part you didn't see. I sure 
won't mind watching it again with you."

"I can't wait," I said realizing it was true. I couldn't wait. At that very 
moment I made a decision to bring in more accountants to do some of the 
work. Hell, I should be able to take off in the afternoon if I wanted to. 
Working my ass off suddenly got very old. That afternoon I started the ball 
rolling to buy out a competitor who wanted to retire. He had four CPA's 
working for him, and I'd keep all of them, and maybe even hire one more.

I was met at my front door by my beautiful wife wearing a slinky dressing 
gown. She handed me a cocktail. Both the dressing gown and cocktail were 
unusual, but most welcome. Beth literally dragged me to the bedroom.

"You won't believe what Big R, and some guy did to Holly," she said. She had 
the tape in the bedroom player, and set at where we left off the night 
before. While I watched, I took my coat and tie off. Beth lay on the bed, 
the dressing gown opened to her waist. I noticed that she had shaved most of 
her pubic hair off, leaving only a landing strip like Holly had.

I tore my eyes away from my wife and back to the TV. Holly was sitting on 
Big R, facing away toward the camera. She was leaned back so it was apparent 
that Big R's cock was in her ass. She had a look of pure enjoyment on her 
face. Another man entered the picture. He was also black. The stranger stood 
looking at Holly for a moment while stroking a fairly large cock. Not as 
large as Big R, but still impressive.

"Watch this, Scott," Beth said in a strained voice. "Watch what he does."

The man went in between their legs, reached out and took hold of Holly's 
small breasts. He twisted and pulled at her nipples, causing her to sit up 
straighter. The stranger leaned down and kissed Holly, still grasping her 
nipples. One of Holly's hands came up around the man's neck while the other 
was at his waist. They kissed for a long time and holly's hand left the 
man's neck and disappeared between them. I assumed that she had a grip on 
his cock. The camera changed position, and I could see that she did indeed 
have hold of his cock. She was pulling it toward her pussy.

"Watch Scott," Beth said as if I were able to be distracted. Fat chance of 
that happening right then. The man moved closer and Holly positioned the 
head of his cock to her cunt. Then with a lunge the man rammed his cock in 
her with one motion. Holly screamed loudly. She had her hands on the man's 
chest as if to shove him away from her.

"Take it easy!" Holly yelled. "Easy, dammit!" In just a few moments she was 
yelling for them to fuck her harder, and every few minutes she would cry out 
in ecstasy as she had an orgasm.

I looked over at Beth who was gazing at the screen and playing with her own 
wet pussy. In all the time we've been married, I never saw her finger 
herself. I took my pants and shorts off, and got on the bed beside her. With 
one hand she took my cock, and slowly stroked it, while frigging herself 
with the other hand. It was a time of many firsts for us.

"I want you in me when they gang-bang her," Beth said urgently. I lay back, 
and let her mount me, her back to me as Holly had been to Big R. I had to 
lean over to see around her. I could feel Beth's finger working her clit 
while I was in her. Beth came within a few seconds and continued to do so 
for the next ten minutes, until I came in her.

Pre-dinner sex was another new thing. I think I like it. Beth had dinner 
warming in the over and we set down with Carla, our youngest, and had a nice 
meal. Carl seem confused at her mothers and my antics during dinner. I guess 
we were a bit giddy. I announced that I was buying out old man Carlson and 
both Carla and Beth were surprised and pleased.

"Good for you Scott," Beth said. "Let the others do the work and you just 
set back and watch them. I hope you don't loose any of your big customers." 
The reference to "big" sent both Beth and I into a fit of laughter.

"What's wrong with you two?" Carla asked. "You are both acting weird." That 
comment caused more merriment. Carla seemed happy to escape from us.

Later that night as Beth and I were ready for bed, we talked about what was 
going on in our lives. The changes that seemed to be happening. The 
consensus was, we neither one, had a clue as to where it was leading, and we 
both knew that it was leading somewhere.

"The only thing that bothers me is, will you love me no matter what," Beth 
said.

"I can hopefully put your mind at ease on that," I told her. "We've been 
through too much to let something happen. Yes, Beth, I'll always love you no 
matter what. When do you want to meet him?" She didn't answer for so long I 
thought she had gone to sleep.

"Not where Holly did," she said softly. "Someplace where.I don't know. How 
about here?"

"When?"

"Soon, I think. Maybe for dinner or for cocktails."

"I'll let you know," I said. Soon we were both asleep.

The next morning I called Big R.

"Good morning Mister Morgan," I said. "My wife and I would like for you to 
come for dinner. Would Friday night be convenient? "

"And a good morning to you also, Mister Wheeler," came Big R's voice. "I 
don't know why we don't dispense with the misters, do you? I have to wonder 
who you are inviting to dinner. Roland Morgan or Big R?" That question 
completely threw me for a moment. I managed to recover.

"Both," I answered. "Roland Morgan for dinner and maybe Big R for after 
dinner drinks. Do you think that could be arranged?"

"Certainly, Scott," he answered with a chuckle. "I assume your friend liked 
the video?"

"Loved it, Roland," I answered. "Absolutely loved it. I'll see you at seven 
o'clock Friday evening." I gave him directions to my house and hung up, with 
a silly sense of satisfaction.

CHAPTER FIVE

Beth's story:

Holy cow I did it! I told Scott I wanted to meet Big R. Scott didn't let any 
grass grow under his feet. He call me the next morning and told me that we 
would be hosting a dinner for a client named Roland Morgan on Friday night. 
It's Big R, I could tell by the sound of Scott's voice.

The rest of that day, and all day Friday I was almost beside myself. When we 
host a dinner for a client, I use a caterer. It was simpler, and a lot 
easier on my nerves. I was so filled with anxiety that I doubt that I could 
have boiled water.

By Friday afternoon I was calm. Of course I had a little help from a bottle 
of Jack Daniels. I tried on several outfits and discarded all of them. I 
finally settled on a simple, but expensive black cocktail dress. It had a 
rather daring neckline, and spaghetti straps. The dress came to mid thigh. 
Sexy, but elegant, I thought. I didn't wear a bra. My legs have a nice tan 
and I didn't wear stockings. Just a pair of black pumps. Scott came home as 
I finished dressing. He apparently approved.

"Wow, sweetheart, you look good enough to eat." I gave him a big kiss. "Ah, 
I think I taste of the nectar from Lynchburg Tennessee on your lips. Why 
don't you fix me one while I grab a shower?"

"Sure thing, sugar-booger," I said playfully. "Carla is spending the night 
with a friend. They are going to a movie first."

At fifteen minutes until seven, everything was ready. I was getting 
butterflies again, which annoyed me. I wasn't a silly school girl waiting on 
her first date. I am a married housewife with children waiting on.I laughed 
out loud, and said it out loud. "A pimp."

"What was that dear?" Scott asked.

"I said, I heard a car door. It must be him."

When the door bell rang, Scott went to the door. "Hey, Roland, come on in." 
I stood nervously waiting in the hallway. The school girl jitters were back. 
"Roland is there somebody waiting in your car?" I heard Scott say.

"Yeah, That's Russell, or Russ some call him. He's usually around somewhere 
close."

"Do you want to invite him in?" Scott asked uncertainly.

"Naw, he's fine. I'll call him if he's needed. Nice place you got here."

"Thanks, Roland. Come and meet the wife." That was my cue. I came into the 
living room. "Honey, there you are, this is Roland Morgan. Roland, my wife 
Beth."

"Mrs. Wheeler, it so a pleasure to meet you." Roland said

"Now Mister Morgan you must call me Beth," I said.

"Okay, but you must call me Roland, I was just telling Scott that you have a 
beautiful place here. Please excuse me, while I mention to Scott what a 
beautiful wife he has, also."

Roland Morgan just oozed charm. Then and all through dinner. He regaled us 
with stories about himself and his various endeavors. Nothing about his 
being a pimp was mentioned or even hinted at. From every appearance he was 
Roland Morgan, charming businessman. I began to wonder if I had made a 
mistake, and that he wasn't Big R, the pimp.

After dinner we went out onto the patio for drinks. My head was slightly 
buzzing from the wine we had with dinner and the Jack Daniels before.

"So Big R," Scott said when we were seated with the drinks. "Everything cool 
on the street?"

"Yeah man, everything is super cool. Strip joint is jumpin' and the girls 
are jivin'. Life is good."

"What night is best for your bitches?" Scott asked. Something had happened. 
It was like I had left the room during a movie, and nobody told me what had 
happened while I was gone.

"Friday is usually pretty good 'cause it's payday for a lot of guys," the 
black man said. "So that's lay-day for some. 'Course every night is good if 
you got the right ladies working for you. I got a opening that I plan to 
interview for later. Can't have too many vacancies, you know." His voice was 
even different. I blinked a couple of times to make sure he was the same 
man. "I always give my bitches a test drive before I put them to work." He 
was looking across at me. I felt myself beginning to moisten. Was this 
really happening?

"What makes a good streetwalker?" Scott asked, glancing at me.

"I don't know. I got nothing but prime pussy, and I don't put them on the 
street. All my bitches are top grade. Some say table grade, cause they are 
good for eatin'" He was looking at me while talking to Scott. My face felt 
flush. My whole body felt flush.

"How do you test drive them?' Scott inquired.

"A gal come to me and says she wants to go to work selling her pussy. That 
don't mean she any good at it. Before I sell her ass, I have to know if it's 
any good or not. Not every woman who wants to be a ho can do the job. Takes 
a certain kind of woman to be a good whore."

"What kind of woman?" I heard myself ask. I was sitting beside Scott on the 
porch sofa, and Roland, who had suddenly became Big R, was sitting across 
from us in a chair. Scott got up to get more drinks, and when he did, Big R 
came over and sat beside me.



"First of all she's got to want to be a whore, or has to be a whore. The 
ones that want to are the best. They got to be able to learn the tricks of 
the trade, and do it pretty quick. Them that don't learn will be out turning 
tricks on the street pretty soon. Good whores like to fuck." He put his hand 
on my thigh where the dress stopped. He rubbed my leg with the tips of his 
fingers. "Every once in a while I get a bitch that's just curious about what 
it would be like to fuck a black man."

"How does that work?" Scott said. He handed us the drinks and took a seat 
across from us.

"Depends," Big R said continuing to stroke my leg. "I fuck'em of course. 
Most of the time I call Russell in to fuck'em , too. I value his opinion. 
Sometimes that satisfies them, and I never see them again. Most of the time 
I make a few buck off their ass before they decide to try something else. 
Once in a great while I find a jewel. That very special woman who goes wild 
for black cock, and can't get enough of it. The woman in the video you saw, 
was one such jewel. She's made me a bunch of money and having a ball doing 
it. Everybody wins."

"Holly," I said without thinking.

"Yes, Holly," Big R said. His stroking had moved the hem of my dress up 
almost high enough to expose my black panties. " Holly discovered that she 
enjoyed being the center of attention of a couple black studs. She found out 
that she loves it when two or more men of color fuck her." He stopped 
stroking me and put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer to him. 
"Tell me, Beth, do you think you would enjoy a big, hard, black cock?" I 
wasn't sure I could actually form words, so I just nodded my head. Big R 
flicked the thin strap off my shoulder. "Yes, I think you would. I think 
Scott would enjoy watching you get fucked by a black cock or two. Isn't that 
right, Scott?"

"Yes," Scott answered almost inaudibly. "I would."

Big R set his drink on the table beside the sofa and pulled the other strap 
from my shoulder. "Scott would you go out to the car and ask Russell to come 
in, please. I'm going to fuck Beth, and Russell always gets a kick watching 
it happen when I fuck a white woman for her first time." Scott quickly left 
the patio.

It all sounded so matter of fact, as if he were discussing some inane 
subject, and not the sexual taking of another person. One of his hands 
rested on by breast and the other pulled the top of my dress down, 
completely exposing my breasts. Scott was back soon, followed by another 
man.

"Ah, here is my main man, Russell. Russ, this is Beth. For the time being, 
Beth belongs to Scott. Doesn't Beth have nice tits?"

"Yeah, nice big titties," Russell said. He came over and took both my 
breasts in his hands and hefted them like a couple of melons. "Yeah R, 
them's nice fat tits." He pinched my nipples, casing a shiver to run through 
me.

"They are indeed, Russ," Big R said. "Scott, would you be so kind as to show 
Russ and I where the bedroom is. We are going to fuck Beth now." He had to 
help me up from the sofa. My knees were not strong enough to hold me. My 
mind seemed frozen. As we went through the living room, Big R unzipped my 
dress, and when it fell to the floor, I stepped out of it, and we continued 
on. I was now wearing only panties and heels, my full breasts swayed as we 
walked to the bedroom, following Scott and the man called Russ. Big R 
fondled one breast as we went.

I stopped just inside the bedroom door. I think when I saw the bed, it all 
became clear to me. Suddenly what had been surreal became very real. Until 
that moment it had not been really happening. But now I understood that I 
was going to be.fucked. Fucked by two black men on my bed, in my house, and 
my husband was going to watch. I felt Big R give me a gentle push toward the 
bed. It wasn't hard, it wasn't even an insistent push. More of a reminder 
that I wanted this to happen. I went on into the bedroom.

"Say this," Big R said. "I am Beth Wheeler. I am over the age of eighteen, 
and I want to be fucked by these two black men. Say today's date." Russell 
held up a small recorder, and I repeated the words.

I felt Big R pulling my panties down. I could also feel the wetness between 
my legs. Scott sat down on my dressing stool, and Russell took off his 
clothes. I could sense that Big R was also taking off his clothing, but I 
didn't turn around to look. I kept my eyes on my husband. I felt Big R's 
hand on my butt. I felt him caressing me. I felt his finger reaching my 
pussy from behind. I opened my legs to accommodate him. He inserted one 
finger in me and then another.

"She's wet, Russ," Big R said. "Very wet and ready. Turn around Beth and 
look at me." I did as he said. A very unremarkable man with a remarkable 
cock. It was not sticking out, but it was hard. His cock looked much larger 
than it had in the video. "Do you want to suck my cock, Beth?" I nodded, 
still not trusting my vocal abilities. "Get on your knees, Beth. Take my 
cock in your hands, and feel how hard it is for you. Take it into your 
mouth, and worship my black cock."

I did as he told me to do. His cock was hot and heavy, and big. It seemed to 
pulsate with a life of it's own. I licked the small drop of moisture from 
the tip, and then put as much of it as I could into my mouth. Big R's cock 
had a kind of sweet taste, almost like honey. I sucked and licked his cock 
for a few minutes, and then I realized that Russell had moved beside Big R, 
and he was holding his cock out to me. I alternated between the two men for 
a long time. Sucking first one then the other. Russell's cock had a slight 
salty taste, and was not as large as Big R's. Big R and Little R, but Little 
R was still larger than any cock I had ever seen, let alone held and sucked. 
I wasn't aware at the time that Russell handed a camcorder to Scott who 
taped the whole thing.

"Bitch is pretty good, ain't she R?" Russell said.

"Yeah, pretty good cocksucker, Russ," Big R responded. I took ridiculous 
pride in their words. "Hey, Beth! You ready to get some black cock in your 
cunt?"

I heard someone, me I guess, say, "Yesss. I want black cock in me."

From that point on, it's mostly a kaleidoscope of orgasms with a tiny bit of 
pain mixed in. I think I climaxed more in a few hours than all of my life 
previously. Big R took me first, then handed me off to Russell. I lost track 
of who fucked me when. I had at least one cock in me for over two hours 
straight. Much of the time I had both cocks in me. That tiny bit of pain 
came when Big R stuck that awesome cock in my ass for the first time. I do 
remember screaming at him to take it out, but he didn't. He and Russell both 
fucked me in my ass at least twice more. I vaguely remember Scott putting me 
in the shower. I was semi-comatose at the time. The next thing I remember 
was waking up, the sun shining in the bedroom window and birds singing 
outside.

CHAPTER SIX

Scott's story:

I left Bath sleeping peacefully and went in to the office. There were a 
couple of things that needed to be done, and my new employees weren't up to 
speed on my stuff. The problem was, I couldn't concentrate on numbers. I sat 
alone at my desk and wrestled with a number of conflicting emotions. I felt 
anger at Beth, and at myself, I felt betrayal of both Beth, and myself. I 
felt remorse, and I felt uncertainty. The guilt came from my part in the 
debauchery. I, Scott Wheeler, set it up, made it happen, and watched it 
happen. I wondered what Beth was feeling about it. Was she angry at me, at 
herself? Did she have remorse? After a couple of fruitless hours I closed 
the files, turned off the computer, and made ready to leave. I was almost to 
the door when the phone rang.

"Hi Scott," came Roland Morgan's voice. "Beth said you left a note that you 
were working."

"Hi Roland," I said. "Yeah, had some work to do. You talked with Beth, 
then?"

"Oh yeah, we had a nice little chat. She said her butt was a little tender 
but otherwise she was okay. How you doin'? You about ate up with guilt yet? 
Have you got over being pissed off yet?"

"What makes you think I'm pissed off?"

"Come on Scott." he said laughing. "Husbands always feel bad the next day 
after they see their wives getting the fucking of a lifetime. Mostly they 
get pissed at me, and that's okay with me. You and I both know it was going 
to happen sooner or later. The thoughts was in her head. She saw pictures of 
blacks fucking whites, and she was bound to try it. The question you have to 
address is, was it a one shot deal, or does she want more?"

"I didn't talk to her this morning," I said. "What did she tell you?"

"I didn't ask. That's something you two will have to work out between you. 
My educated guess is, she'll do whatever you want her to do. You've been 
married a long time, so she's got pretty good at compromising, and going 
along with you. If I were you, I'd just cool it a few days and see what 
develops. One thing to keep in mind is how much she liked what happened to 
her. If you will be honest with yourself, you liked it, too. I'll send you a 
copy of the tape you made last night. I'll be in touch." He hung up.

I got home about noon, and Beth was her normally cheerful self. She had 
lunch ready for me. I started several times that afternoon to bring it up, 
and force a discussion, but I refrained from doing so. Sunday we lounged 
around and watched Carla and her friends play in the pool.

By Wednesday I was busy merging my company with the one I bought. It was a 
busy time for me, and I managed to push what I thought of as the "dark 
incident" to the back part of my brain. By Friday evening things seemed to 
be going smoothly at work. I lucked out with my new employees. Two men and 
two women, and all seemed to know their way around a set of books.

After dinner that night, Beth and I were having a drink on the patio. 
Neither of us had said much, and I don't know why I brought it up.

"Your ass still sore?" I asked out of a clear sky. Beth stared at me through 
the twilight then laughed.

"No, that didn't last but a couple days. It never was too bad. I'm going out 
on a limb here, but I assume you're ready to talk about it."

"Yeah, I guess I am. Its been a long week for me."

"I guess so. Are you all right now?"

"Yes," I answered a little surprised that it was mostly true. "Are you?"

"I'm fine," she answered. "I had a few bad moments on Saturday morning when 
I woke up alone. Until I found the note, I though you had left me for good."

"Not bloody likely," I said with a laugh. "I'm not going to give up the best 
cocksucker and whore for black cock around. Tell me about it from your 
perception."

"I'm not sure I can," she answered also laughing. "I've tried all week to 
play it all back in my mind. I just remember having a thousand orgasms."

"A thousand, you say?"

"Okay, that's an exaggeration," she said smiling at me. "I do know I had a 
lot of them. Big ones like I use to get back when."

"Was it better than sex with me?" I had not planned on asking that stupid 
question.

"No, not better. Just different. Sex with you is easy, laidback, and sweet. 
Sex with Russell and Big R was raw. There was nothing easy or sweet about 
it. It was unrefined animal passion."

"And you like it."

"Yes, I liked it."

"Are you going to continue having raw sex with them?" There it was, the 
sixty four thousand dollar question.

"That is up to you, Scott," she said evenly. "I'm not going to jeopardize 
our marriage and friendship just to have sex."

"So if I say its all right, you'll do it again?"

"Yes I will," she answered immediately.

"If I say it's okay, you'll be a whore for Big R?"

"Yes," she said. "I would like to try it, but not at the risk of loosing 
you. You tell me."

I thought about that. I thought about it and felt good, but don't ask me 
why. A psychiatrist probably would say that I had control issues. That I was 
okay with things as long as I made the decisions, or that I needed the 
illusion that I was in control. Or the shrink may simple say that I was 
crazy. I suspect that the good doctor would use fancier words to say that I 
was a whacko. But there it was. A calmness settled over me like a warm and 
comfortable blanket. It was Scott Wheeler's call. I could say no way, Jos�, 
and Beth would do it my way, and be unhappy. Maybe not unhappy, just left 
unfulfilled with a hollow spot in her spirit. On the other hand, I could 
give her permission, and she would be a happy wife.and whore. What to do, 
what to do?

"I want you to do whatever makes you happy, Beth. I've never wanted anything 
but that. Give it a try, if you want to." There was this little imp sitting 
on my shoulder laughing his ass off. He was laughing and calling me a 
cuckold chump. Fuck you little imp. I bet I was going to get lucky. Good 
luck finding a slut imp.

BIG R MEATS BETH part 2

Scott's story:

So my wife, Beth, went to work for Big R. As any knowledgeable manager, Big 
R put her in a training program. The schooling was mostly just fucking her 
in various ways, and combinations of partners. I wasn't allowed to be 
present for most of her training, and I eagerly looked forward to her 
detailed description of it. From what Beth told me, Big R took a active part 
in her instruction. In every class, if that's the correct term, someone made 
a video, and from it, critiqued her performance. I did get to see some of 
the training videos.

Let me back up just a few days to where Beth told Big R that she would be a 
whore for him.

"Good for you, Beth," Big R said. We were in our den on the Saturday 
afternoon after I made the decision to "allowed" Beth to go to work. Our 
daughter, Carla, had gone to the lake with some of her friends, so it was 
just the three of us in the house. "I'm glad you will be coming on board. I 
know I can make a lot of money peddling your pussy around town, but mainly I 
wanted some more of your fine tight gash. You'll make a great whore for me."

"It wasn't just my decision, Roland," Beth said. She was actually beaming at 
his comments about her attributes and skills. Beth refused to call him by 
his street name. I think, in her mind, that set her apart from his other 
whores. "Scott agreed for me to try it. This is something we both agreed 
on." I suspect that last comment was for my benefit. "So what do we do now?"

"First things first," Big R said unzipping his fly. "You give me some head." 
He released his huge cock. Beth didn't hesitate. She went, knelt down, and 
took his cock in her mouth. She sucked him for about five minutes. "I'm 
going to shoot-off in your mouth. Swallow every drop of my come."

My Beth did exactly that. She swallowed his load except for a small dribble 
that ran down her chin. She caught that with her finger, and put it back in 
her mouth.

"Good girl," Big R said smiling. "Your training starts tonight. Russell will 
come for you at eight. Someone will bring you back tomorrow afternoon or 
early evening. You won't need a change of clothes, but you may want to bring 
your own cosmetics, toothbrush, and things of that nature. I'll see you 
tonight, my sweet little whore."

CHAPTER TWO

Beth's story:

I'm a whore in training. An intern, if you will. Russell and another man, 
Tony, came to pick me up to begin my training. By the time they arrived, I 
was a nervous wreck, and I admit it. This whole thing was totally foreign to 
me. I will have to say that even though he was supportive, Scott was also 
apprehensive. He walked the floor with me.

"Got your shit?" Russell asked. He was standing at my front door and Tony 
waited in the back seat of the car. I gave Scott a quick kiss, and walked 
with Russ to the car. "Get in the back with Tony," Russell said.

Tony seemed nice enough. We made small talk on the way to where ever we were 
going. After a while I noticed that we were in a part of town that was 
predominately black. Russell pulled the car to the curb, and stopped.

"Take your shirt off. bra, too," Russell said. "I'm talkin' to you Beth. 
Nobody wants to see Tony topless."

I'm not a timid or meek person by nature, but submissiveness seemed to be 
called for. I took the t-shirt off and also my bra. Tony rolled the tinted 
window down on both sides of the car, and Russell drove slowly up one street 
and down another. There was still enough daylight for the people on the 
sidewalks to see my breasts. Tony made sure they did, by yelling and 
jiggling my breasts out the window at pedestrians and drivers alike. I had 
never been so mortified in my life. I tried to scrunch down in the seat.

"Relax, cunt," Tony said. "We're just doin' some advertising promotion. Fuck 
it, nobody down here knows who the fuck you are anyway. " When that fact 
soaked in, I did relax some. He was right, I didn't know anybody in this 
part of town, but apparently Tony and Russell were well known.

"Hey, look! Big R has some new white pussy." "Hey Russ when we goina get 
some of that?" "Look at them knockers!" Were some of the comments hurled 
back at us. We stopped at a light, and one heavy-set black woman displayed 
her gigantic breasts, yelling that mine couldn't hold a candle to hers. She 
was correct, one of hers wouldn't fit in a bushel basket.

After what seemed an eternity, Russell pulled to a stop in front of a house. 
"Here we are," he announced, and shut off the engine. I reached for my 
shirt. "You won't be needing that," he said. There were five or six black 
men gathered just down the sidewalk a few yards.

I walked, bare breasted from the car, up a sidewalk, to the front door. Fuck 
it! They didn't know me. Some of the watching men made ribald comments as I 
walked to the house.

The house, from the outside, was in better condition then the neighboring 
houses. The yard was well maintained, and the house was recently painted. 
Tony, carrying my shirt, bra, and bag, opened the door for me. Inside was a 
long hallway that ran the length of the house to a back door. Doors, some 
open, were on either side of the hall. Tony steered me to the first door on 
the right. It was a living room, or at least had been designed as one. Now 
it was.I'm not sure exactly. Along the front wall, under the windows, were 
mattresses end to end from one side of the room to the other. There was a 
low, padded table in the center of the room. Several couches and chairs were 
scattered about. All empty except one. Holly McAllister sat smiling at me.

"Hi, Beth," Holly said. "Welcome to the den of iniquity."

"Hello Holly," I stammered. "Fancy seeing you here."

"Oh, that's not unusual," she said. "I'm here a lot. I see they gave you the 
tittie ride through town. Shame on you Russ, and you too, Tony." Neither man 
seemed to be shamed. They both grinned at her.

"You're just pissed 'cause Beth has something to show, and you don't," 
Russell said.

"You never seemed to mind," Holly responded. "I remember that you like to 
suck on my tiny titties."

"Yeah, I figured if I sucked hard enough and long enough they might get big 
enough to see good." They kept up a good natured bantering for a few minutes 
until Roland entered the room.

"Good, you're here. Let the fucking begin," Roland said. He proved to be a 
man of action. He came over to where I stood and took me into his arms and 
kissed me long and deep, fondling my breasts as he did. While he held me in 
his embrace, someone removed my shorts and panties by simply pulling them 
down.

Roland walked me backward to the low padded table. He pushed me down on to 
it and pushed my legs apart, and my knees back until I lay there completely 
exposed and vulnerable. With one hand, he removed his clothes while the 
other hand roughly opened me up. He put two fingers in me and used his thumb 
on my clitoris to stimulate me. I didn't need much. I had been ready for 
this since he told me to come to him.

"Are you ready for some black cock?" Roland asked me. I nodded. "Tell me 
what you want, Beth. Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you."

"I want you to.fuck me," I managed to say. "I want you to shove your black 
cock in me and fuck me." I was only vaguely aware that there were others in 
the room with us. Right at that moment the world had compacted into just the 
two of us. Roland used his big dick to play with my pussy. He hit my clit 
with his mighty cock, and worked it up and down my slit for a few moments, 
and suddenly did what I ask him to do. He shoved his cock in me and fucked 
me. Roland fucked he hard for a few minutes and withdrew, Russell was next, 
then Tony. The three of them took turns for the next half hour, or so. Time 
ceased to matter. I managed to glance over at Holly. Apparently it was her 
job to keep the guys ready for me by sucking and stroking them until it was 
their turn.

I discovered the table was adjustable. They would lower it when they wanted 
to do me dog fashion, and raise it for other positions. Tony was the first 
to do me in my butt. He wasn't quite as large as Roland or Russell, but big 
enough to have hurt me if he hadn't taken it easy. Apparently that signaled 
the next phase. They double teamed me for a long while. It seemed to me that 
Roland particularly liked to be in my pussy when another man penetrated my 
butt.

I don't recall the time, but it must have been nearly ten o'clock when they 
let me have a break. By break I mean from the men. Roland had Holly lay down 
on her back on the table and told me to eat her. No preparation, no leading 
up to it, just "eat her".

Not since junior high have I ever even considered having sex with a woman. 
Even then it was just girlish curiosity. I got on my knees between Holly's 
spread legs.

"I don't know what to do," I said.

"Lick her pussy," Roland said. He knelt beside me. "Nibble her clit. Use 
your tongue, and go deep in her. Eat her cunt, like you would want me to eat 
yours."

I did as he instructed. It wasn't anywhere near as disgusting as I had 
thought it would be. If fact it was kinda nice to make Holly squirm around 
on the table. It was exhilarating to make her orgasm, which she did a couple 
of times.

"Okay, you whores get into a sixty-nine. Beth, get your sloppy cunt down on 
Holly's face," Roland commanded. He was certainly right. I was sloppy. I 
didn't know how many loads of sperm they had put in me, but it had to be a 
lot. I got up on the table and mounted Holly. There was no hesitation on her 
part. Her tongue went right to my pussy and she started to lick, and suck 
the come out of me. I climaxed within a few minutes.

Roland let us do oral sex on one another for a long while. I had three or 
four beautiful orgasms. While we were still in the sixty-nine position , one 
of the guys, Tony, I think Put his cock in my pussy and fucked me. The 
combination of Holly's tongue and lips and Tony's cock was too much. I 
started to climax, and just kept doing it for a long, long time. One after 
the other until I though I would pass out from the excitement. I never knew 
I was multi-orgasmic. After that I had to rest. I made it to the mattresses 
and flopped down. I may have gone to sleep for a little while. I do remember 
hearing Holly's screams of passion while I rested.

By midnight I was up, rested, showered, and back in the thick of things. 
Holly had gone home and I was the only woman there. They had managed to find 
two other black men to service me. I assumed that the two new men were not 
part of the inter circle, because they had to wear condoms except for the 
blow jobs I did for them. I didn't find out until later they were paying 
customers. The sex continued until the wee hours of the morning.

After a few hours of blissful sleep I was awaken by fingers in my pussy. An 
unusual, but pleasurable way to wake up. It was Russell who fingered me 
awake.

"Big R will be here in about half an hour," he informed me. "He's bringing 
breakfast for me and a hard-on for you. After I fuck you, you can get 
showered." Russell threw the covers all the way off of me, climbed on the 
bed, and proceeded to fuck me. That was how Sunday begun. I was still in the 
shower when Roland arrived

"Come on Sweet Tits, Hurry it up," he called through the bathroom door. "I 
brought you something to eat."

"Food?" I called back. "I'll be dressed in a few seconds."

"You don't need no clothes. Haul your naked ass out here. You done laid 
around in bed, wastin' half the day. You got a customer to fuck in an hour, 
so shake a leg."

"Really," I said opening the door. "I though that I was going to be in 
training for a week or more."

"I like you fresh from the shower," Roland said taking my naked body in his 
arms. "You smell good enough to eat. Training? Oh yeah. Hell, Honey Cunt, 
life is training. We never stop learning. This gig just popped up, and 
you're tailor made for the job. The man said he was looking for some fresh 
pussy. He didn't want a girl, he wants a woman, and Sugar, you are all 
woman. Go eat before I throw your white ass on that bed and fuck the shit 
out of you."

"You say the sweetest things," I said, grabbing a robe from the foot of the 
bed. "This guy.is he black?"

Roland laughed, "Black? Yeah, I'd say so. Fucker's straight from the 
motherland. He a prince, or some such shit, from Kenya or Bumfuck Egypt. 
Some place in Africa. He's clean, and got papers to prove it so he won't be 
using a rubber" he mumbled something as we went to the kitchen.

"What did you say?" I asked.

"What?"

"You said he won't be using a rubber, and you mumbled something else I 
didn't hear. What was it?"

"Hell, I don't know. Go eat and then get dressed. I brought you some rags to 
wear."

Roland's "Rags" was an expensive, silk, floor length dress that was 
see-through in the right light. It had a slit up both sides nearly to the 
waist and a deep plunging neckline. It fit me perfectly and I wore it sans 
bra or panties. Russell called it a "fuck me now" dress.

Thirty minutes later I introduced myself to a man whose name was an 
unpronounceable string of consonants, mostly Y's and X's. fortunately he 
asked me to call him Reggie. Reggie was as black as a crow's wing, and 
nearly seven feet tall. The top of my head only reached his chest. I had to 
crane my neck to look up at him. At first I though his face had been burned 
until I saw the scars had a pattern to them. I assumed they were tribal 
markings. Reggie spoke English with a heavy accent, but he was mostly 
understandable. Roland had left me at the door to Reggie's room, walking 
away without a backward glance.

"Make yourself comfortable," Reggie said. "Would you like some champagne?" I 
told him champagne would be nice. I was hopeful that it would settle my 
unsettled stomach. Reggie poured us each a glass, and handed one to me. 
"Please take a seat," he said indicating a place by him.

"May I be so bold as to ask you some questions?" Reggie asked me. I nodded, 
and waited for him to continue. "It is my understanding that you have only 
recently came to...how shall I say it? Prostitution, is the correct word?" I 
told him that I thought it was the word he was searching for. "You are a 
married lady?" Again I told him that was correct. "You like the men with 
dark skin?" I nodded. "You like the men with the big.ah, what is the word I 
seek?"

"Cock?" I supplied holding my hands up and about six inches apart. He smiled 
and moved my hands farther apart. When he smiled I saw that his teeth were 
filed to a point.

"Yes, that is a good word. Rooster, eh? I like that word. Cock," he said 
again. "This is something you take pleasure in?"

"I like a man who can use whatever he has. Size without ability is of no 
value. Don't you agree?" He smile again showing his pointed teeth.

"And when you encounter a man of great size and great ability, you would 
enjoy such a man?"

"I do believe I would," I answered smiling back at him. The butterflies had 
mostly all flown away.

"Then the gods smile on you," he said seriously. "I have great size, and I 
shall prove my capability. Would you disrobe for me please?"

I stood up and unzipped the back of the dress. I let the shoulder straps 
fall away and the dress fell around my ankles. Reggie stared at me, and I 
noticed that his eyes had yellow flecks in them. It reminded me of a close 
up photo I had seen of a tiger. Standing nude before this stranger I was 
extremely aware that I didn't have the body of a young woman. I was aware 
that age and gravity had taken over, even thought I fought against it with 
diet and exercise.

"I asked for a beautiful mature woman," Reggie said. "You far exceed my 
expectations." I breathed a sigh of relief. It didn't appear that he was 
going to toss me out of his suite. He stood up, and took off the tunic he 
was wearing, displaying a massive scar covered chest. When he removed his 
shorts I know I moaned out loud. There, hanging between his legs, was the 
largest cock I had ever seem on a human. It had to be a foot long and as big 
around as my forearm. He smiled at my reaction. I knew what Roland had 
mumbled then. I don't think they make a condom to fit something like that.

"Does it frighten you, little one?" he asked gently. I nodded my head. "I am 
aware that most white women can not accommodate all of my spear. I will not 
force you to take more than you can. It is my purpose to give you nothing 
but great pleasure." He took a step toward me. "I am told you are skilled in 
giving oral pleasure. Please do so."

I went to my knees and reached for his cock. He called it a spear and that 
fit. I had to stretch my mouth to take it in. I realized quickly that I 
couldn't maintain that for very long without my jaw cramping. Reggie seemed 
content with me licking and kissing his massive tool. The head of his cock 
was slightly smaller then the shaft and I was able to take the very tip into 
my mouth comfortably. As I sucked and stroked him, his cock grew, not so 
much in length, but in circumference. It also became rigid, and warmer as 
his blood flooded into it. I worshiped his cock with my mouth for several 
minutes before he urged me to my feet.

"It is time for us to copulate," he said. "I like the word fuck, but I 
understand it is not always acceptable in your culture."

"It seems to be getting more so," I said just for something to say. He 
steered me toward the bedroom of the suite. I could feel the moisture in my 
pussy, and I could even smell the heat of my excitement. When he put me on 
the bed everything seemed to zoom in on my pussy. My genitalia became the 
center of the universe for me. Reggie proved to be a gentle lover at first. 
He pushed my legs apart, bent his head and licked and nibbled my clitoris 
causing the first of many orgasms.

Reggie penetrated me slowly, giving me a chance to adjust to his size. He 
demonstrated a lot of restraint, more than the other black men that had 
taken me. He probably had to developed self control because of his massive 
cock. It took nearly ten minutes for him to get most of his cock in me. He 
bottomed out with only an inch or so not in me. I had never felt so 
completely full before, and I was glad I had used the giant dildo, Scott 
bought for me as a joke.

For the next hour and some minutes, Reggie fucked me in every position. He 
was considerate, and only bumped my cervix a few times. Even when he did, it 
didn't hurt, it only served to remind me of his great size and it added to 
the enjoyment of being screwed by a giant black man from Africa. I almost 
giggled when I thought of how I was being "royally screwed" by an African 
prince.

Suddenly Reggie shuddered and groaned. He ejaculated with a gush of come, 
filling me to overflowing. I felt the rush of his sperm filling me and that 
caused a racking climax for me. He lay still on me for a few minutes. I 
could feel his cock softening inside of me. Sweat poured off of him, 
drenching me. Neither of us moved for several minutes. I wasn't even sure I 
could move. Finally Reggie rolled off of me with a contented sigh.

"That was magnificent," he said. "Absolutely wonderful, little one. You are 
the best I have ever had." I basked in his lavish praise.

After a while I got up from the bed and went to the shower. A moment later, 
Reggie joined me in the large shower cabinet. He carefully and lovingly 
washed every part of my body, first with soap and hot water, and finally 
with his tongue. I could see that his cock was on the rise, as was my own 
heat. A short while later, still wet from the shower, we were back on the 
bed going at it again.

Later after I had many more orgasms and Reggie came, we lay on the bed not 
moving or talking for a long time. He seemed to be thinking about something. 
Finally he rolled over and looked down at me.

"I'm wondering if you would consider taking another man?" He shook his head, 
"I mean, would you think it rude if I ask my body man to join us?"

"Body man?" I said. "I'm sorry I don't understand."

"My half brother is also my body man, a valet if you prefer. Also my body 
guard and servant," Reggie said. "He has always wished to take a white woman 
in her.back hole. Do you understand what I am saying?"

I was pretty sure I knew exactly what he was saying. He wanted some dude to 
fuck my ass. "Is his spear as large as yours?"

Reggie smiled and shook his head. "No he is much smaller than I am. If you 
agree, I'll make sure he doesn't hurt you."

"Sure, why not?" I said. I wasn't sure I could take much more sex ,but the 
customer is always right, I've heard it said.

The body man, Sam, came quickly when Reggie summoned him. Sam was a smaller 
version of Reggie. Before he arrived, I pulled the cover over me. They 
conversed in Swahili, or something, for a few moments. Reggie told me that 
Sam didn't speak English at all.

Sam 's look of surprise when Reggie pulled the cover off of me, and exposed 
my body to his gaze, was priceless. His eyes lit up, and he grinned big, 
showing his pointed teeth. Sam started to get on the bed fully clothed and 
Reggie stopped him. Sam quickly removed his tunic and shorts and kicked his 
sandals off with such force that one hit the ceiling. Sam jumped onto the 
bed, and hovered over me, just looking at me for a long time. He put a 
tentative hand on my breast and stroked it. He became more bold, and took 
the other breast and played with both of them. Reggie was telling Sam 
something which Sam seemed to be enthusiastically agreeing with. From the 
tone of Reggie's voice, I suspected Sam was being warned not to hurt me. At 
least I hoped that what it was. Sam's cock wasn't anywhere near as big as 
Reggie's but it was still large by my standards.

Sam wasn't as gentle as Reggie had been, nor did he need to be. He fucked my 
pussy for a while and then switched to my ass. That took a some time, but 
was worth the wait. After Sam finished, Reggie took another turn. There was 
no way in hell I was going to let him stick his baseball bat size cock in my 
butt, but that seemed to be all right with him. While Reggie was fucking me 
doggy style, I motioned Sam to come. I gave him a blow job while Reggie 
worked his magic on the other end.

I wasn't sure of the protocol since no one told me how long a whore stays 
with her customer. Roland hadn't mentioned it, but one thing was certain. I 
wasn't going to quit as long as Reggie and Sam wanted to go, even if it took 
all day, which it almost did. I didn't leave the hotel until nearly five 
o'clock that afternoon. Before I left Reggie, he handed me an envelope. He 
told me that the fee had been paid, and the contents of the envelope was 
just for me. It was a thousand dollars. Pretty nice tip, I thought.

Russell picked me up, and took me home. Knowing my husband was waiting for 
me to tell him all the details I pondered whether to share, or for now, 
withhold my bisexual conversion. With a self-satisfied chuckle I remembered 
an expression I had heard somewhere. After being "royally screwed" by an 
African prince that expression, "Great Horn of Africa," most definitely took 
on an entirely new provocative meaning!

PART TWO

Beth's story:

After all those years of being "just" a housewife, I'm finally working 
outside the home. I'll be the first to admit that my occupation is unusual 
and unconventional. It's also illegal in most places. I'm a prostitute.

I'll also admit that it is probably unusual for a woman to enter the 
profession at the age of thirty-eight. My husband of twenty years, Scott 
Wheeler, is a successful accountant and my life was comfortable, so it 
wasn't a need for money that prompted me to become a prostitute. Maybe it 
was because my life was so comfortable that motivated me to try it.

One night I watched a triple X videotape with Scott that depicted a young 
white woman who had supposedly been sold into white slavery to a black pimp. 
Something about that video reached out to me. I felt a mixture of emotions 
for the woman. I felt fear for her, I felt concern for her wellbeing, I felt 
compassion for her, but most of all I felt pure envy. Watching her with 
various men doing a wide variety of sex acts with them awakened something in 
me.in both Scott and I.

Me with a black pimp and other black men became a bedroom fantasy for us, 
and we role played for weeks. As luck would have it, Scott had a client 
that, among other things, was a pimp. To make a long story short Scott 
invited the pimp, Roland Morgan, whose street name is Big R, to our home for 
dinner one evening. Roland and a friend of his, Russell, did exactly what 
both Scott and I wanted them to do. They fucked me in my bedroom while Scott 
watched and video taped my introduction to sex with not just one but two 
black men. It wasn't but a few days later that with Scott's concurrence I 
became the newest whore in Big R's stable.

Because money wasn't the motivation for my entry into the ranks of 
professional whoredom, I basically worked when I wanted to. Because of my 
status I "dated" a lot during the day, so I was home most nights. What 
amazed me most was, I was in fairly high demand. Roland set the basic fee on 
me at five hundred dollars an hour. Men actually willingly and cheerfully 
paid that price and asked for other "dates" with me. Roland has one other 
woman, who commands a higher fee. Tina is her name and she is twenty years 
old that looks like a fifteen year old girl. Men willingly pay one thousand 
dollars an hour for her, and she stays busy. At thirty-eight I'm nearly at 
the other end of the age spectrum. I think Roland has a couple ladies older 
than me.

One of my very first paying customers was an African Prince who's anglicized 
name is Reggie, because his real name in unpronounceable. I met Reggie 
during my first week of training, and he has returned to town several times 
since, each time requesting me.



Reggie has a half brother, named Sam, who always accompanies him. Usually 
Reggie invites Sam to join us in bed. I think it was the third date that I 
measured Reggie's cock. I had to because I was eaten up with curiosity. 
Using my tape measure from home, I measured Reggie at eleven and 
three-quarters inches long and seven and a half inches in circumference. 
Poor Sam was only nine and a half long and five around. My husband scoffed 
when I used the term "poor Sam". Scott was right. In any other circumstance, 
Sam would be considered "hung." I've learned that cock size is relative.

I mention Reggie because of all the men I have "dated" in the past few 
months, he stands out. Not so much because of his physical size, which is 
considerable, but because he is a considerate lover. If Reggie weren't 
gentle, I wouldn't get within ten feet of him and his gigantic cock. That 
brings me to the story I want to tell.

It was early in the week, a Tuesday I think, that I got a call from Roland. 
It was mid-morning as I recall.

"Good morning Pretty pussy," Roland said when I answered the phone. "What's 
shakin'?"

"What do you want to shake?" I provocatively replied.

He chuckled. "I got a date for you. A big one." Roland sounded excited, 
which was unusual for him.

"Tell me about it," I said as my heart rate picked up. His excitement was 
contagious.

"Your African stud is coming to town this weekend," Rolland said. My silent 
reaction was, 'Nothing overly exciting there.' I always enjoyed my dates 
with Reggie and Sam, but it wasn't an earthshaking event. I waited for the 
rest. "Apparently there is some sort of trade convention going on. Prince 
Reggie is bringing a whole delegation to this country. They want to book 
some of my gals for the entertainment."

"Okay," I said. "Sounds like you are going to make some money out of it. So 
what?" In all honestly I was more than a little miffed that I had not been 
requested as Reggie's solo date, as I had been on several occasions.

"Maybe I didn't make myself clear," Roland said. "They want you and two 
other girls for a whole weekend. They got a lodge reserved out by Joy Lake. 
Honey, we're talking about some serious money here." That sounded better to 
me. At least Reggie had mentioned my name.

"How many in this delegation?" I asked.

"Fourteen total," Rolland said. "Who do you want to go with you?"

"I didn't agree to go," I said. "Fourteen Africans and three women? Roland, 
I know about these Africans. They can go all night and half the day. They'll 
wear us out. The equation sucks, count me out."

"Come on Beth," Roland said. "You girls will split half of fifty grand for 
one lousy weekend. That's good money in anybody's book." I quickly did the 
math. Roland was right. Eight thousand dollars and change was good money.

"Eight thousand is good money, Roland. I'm sure some of your women will jump 
at the chance. No amount of money is good if we get fucked to death trying 
to earn it. Thanks, but no thanks. I'll pass."

That should have been the end of it. Roland had never questioned my 
decisions before. It wasn't the end of it. Roland tried persuasion, then 
begging, and finally threats. I got angry, and I hung up on him. Something 
was wrong. Rolland had never put money before his girls that I was aware of. 
It had to be something more than his fifty percent of the fifty thousand 
dollars.

Holly's story:

My name is Holly McAllister and I'm a white whore for black men. My story is 
simple enough. My husband, Jefferson McAllister got sick. So sick he was out 
of work for over six months. We needed money, and we needed it quick. 
Without skills, training, nor experience I wasn't a good candidate for a 
good paying jobs anywhere. I heard about a pimp named Big R. I applied, 
auditioned, and got the job all in the same day. I spent the first few days 
just being fucked by black men. And I do mean a lot of black men.



Over the next four or five months I managed to get Jeff and I out of debt. I 
worked like a dog, night and day. I wouldn't even have a guess as to how 
many black cocks I had in me during that time. I know it was a lot of them. 
After we reached financial solvency, I stopped being a whore night and day. 
I cut back to a few times a week and a few special occasions for what might 
be considered a financial maintenance workload. But in truth by that time I 
was irrevocably hooked on black cock.

My husband had never really come to grips with me being a whore. He never 
said it in so many words, but I could tell. I don't know if it was his hurt 
pride or being ashamed of me and what I was doing, or some combination of 
both. I assured him many times that it wasn't his fault that he got sick. I 
tried to assure him that it was just one of those things that happen to 
people.

Whatever the cause, it was affecting our marriage. Jeff tried to punish me 
by withholding sex from me. He apparently hadn't given that enough thought. 
When he wouldn't give me sex, I just went on a date and got plenty. After 
Jeff saw that wasn't going to work, he tried to stonewall me. He would go 
for days without talking to me except for the occasional grunt. Big deal! I 
have two small children, so I get plenty of conversation. I can always have 
a lively discussion with one of my clients if I feel the need. Some of them 
want to talk.

After the stonewalling didn't work he tried to shame me. That pissed me off 
the most. When he would start, I would interrupt with a story about one of 
my clients. I would tell him about the size of the stud's cock and what the 
stud would do to me. That shut Jeff up pretty quick. Basically we were 
destroying each other, and it sucked the big one. Our marriage is quickly 
becoming a thing of the past.

It was a Tuesday afternoon when Big R called me with a date assignment. He 
was glowing about what a perfect date it was, and how much money I would 
make. It sounded perfect until he mentioned that it was an all weekend gig.

"Big R," I interrupted him. "You know I have two small children, and I can't 
be gone all weekend. You'll have to find somebody else."

"Wait, Holly. This is a big deal for all of us." He went on to explain about 
a trade delegation from Africa coming in. That set off a bell in my brain.

"Are you talking about that African prince that Beth dates?"

"Yeah, Beth can't make it. You and two other girls split twenty-five grand 
for the weekend. That some serious money, and I'll."

"Why can't Beth make it?" I interrupted again.

"How the hell do I know? Suppose it's some woman trouble. Got her period or 
something. What difference does that make?"

"None, I guess," I said. "I still can't get away all weekend. Sorry, Big R."

Big R went into a rage. He begged and pleaded, and made some threats that 
pissed me off. I hung up on him. I knew something wasn't right, so I called 
Beth.

"Yes, he called me this morning," Beth said. "I took a pass on it. I know 
something about the Africans. Three women to service fourteen African men 
would be murder under any conditions, but all weekend? I don't think so. I 
wouldn't even want to be with just Reggie for that long. Roland is going to 
get somebody hurt with that setup."

"I took a pass on it also," I said. "It really pissed Big R off though. He 
threatened to post my name, phone number, and address on the Internet and 
around town. Can you believe that?"

"Yes I can. He threatened me with the same. I don't know what's gotten into 
him. It surely can't be the money. Hey, let's get together for lunch 
tomorrow."

I agreed that it sounded good and we made a date for noon the next day.

I noticed him about two blocks from my house. There was a time, not all that 
long ago, if I saw a black man following me, I would have panicked and 
screamed for the cops. Now I wasn't all that concerned. Besides I recognized 
him.

I met Beth at the caf�, and we sat by a window and caught up on what we had 
been doing.

"Is Russell following you or me?" Beth asked after we had been there a 
while.

"Me, I think," I answered. "I saw him behind me on the way here. Is he still 
out there?"

"Yes, he's sitting in a car just down the street. Any idea what he's up to?"

"No, unless he's on a mission from Big R to get us to change our minds about 
the weekend. Has he contacted you since yesterday?"

Beth shook her head. "No, I haven't heard from him. I know all that business 
has something to do with something else besides selling our pussy to a bunch 
of Africans. Roland sounded desperate." We had finished our lunch.

"Why don't we just go out, and see what Russ has to say," I suggested. That 
was what Beth and I did.

"What's up Russ?" I asked approaching the driver's window.

"Not a whole lot," Russ answered grinning at both Beth and I. "Now that 
ain't exactly the truth. Big R is in trouble."

"What kind of trouble?" Beth asked.

"He's done gone and jumped in bed with them African niggers. Some import 
shit I don't understand. Anyway, R stands to loose everything if they don't 
come through with their end of the deal. As I understand it, the head nigger 
is holding out for a party this weekend. What's his name? The Prince?"

"Reggie," Beth supplied.

"Yeah, Reggie," Russ said. "He doesn't want just any woman. He wants you, 
Beth. He done told R that if you ain't comin' he's going to forget the deal. 
R tried to sell him your ass, Holly, but the stuck-up prick don't want 
nobody but Beth, and whoever she brings for the rest of the gang. R's a 
prideful man, but I told him to talk with you, Beth. I know you wouldn't 
want R to go down the shitter."

"I know he has a lot of pride," Beth said. "But, Russell, what he's asking 
is too much. Fourteen African men and three women are unreasonable."

"There ain't fourteen men. They got a couple women and some of the men are 
old farts. One of the old men is Reggie's daddy. He's got to be seventy or 
more." Russ shook his head. "I don't know why R didn't just tell you that 
his self. Another thing, R offered to send a woman for every man, but Reggie 
didn't want that. He's lookin' for an orgy, I guess. R don't know I came to 
talk with you gals, so don't tell him I did."

I glanced at Beth. She seemed to be giving the matter a great deal of 
thought. I too, was trying to think whom I could get to take care of my kids 
all weekend. Big R had been good to me, and I didn't want to see him get 
hurt.

"Okay," Beth said after a while. "The odds are better than I first thought. 
It's still going to be rough, but I think it should be manageable. What 
about you, Holly? Can you make it?"

"I have two kids," I said. "I don't see how."

"I've got that covered for you. Carla, my daughter, is always looking for 
ways to make money. She's good with kids, and she can cook. Scott can be a 
general overseer, just to make sure everything is okay. Whom can we line up 
for the third woman?"

"Lou," I answered immediately. "She would do it, I'm sure."

"Do I know her?" Beth asked.

"No, I don't think so. They moved here a few months ago. Her husband was 
confined to a wheelchair, but he passed away right after they moved here. I 
know Lou got left with a lot of bills and could use the money."

"Yeah, that Lou is a good fuck," Russ said. "She's done got way behind in 
her fuckin' and needs to catch up. Between you three, you'll fuck them 
jungle bunnies to death. When you going to see R?"

I glanced at Beth and she nodded. "Right now," I said. "Where is he?"

"He's at the main office, I guess," Russ answered. "You gals give me a 
fifteen minute start and I'll make sure he's there for you."





Beth's story:

I knew it had to be something big for Roland to act like he did. His conduct 
was so out of character for him. Holly and I went back into the caf�, and 
had another cup of coffee. We killed about fifteen minutes then left 
together to visit Roland. The initial part of our visit didn't go very well.

"What the fuck do you bitches want?" Roland snapped when he saw us enter his 
office. Roland maintained a couple offices, but his main office was in back 
of a liquor store on South Washington Street. That was where we were. It was 
also where Roland interviewed most of his new whores. There was a bedroom 
behind the office. Poor Roland looked like he had aged ten years in the week 
and a half since I last saw him. Russell stood beside his desk with a 
worried look on his face.

"We thought we needed to talk to you Roland," I said. "Why don't."

"Why don't you get the fuck out of here?" Roland yelled, throwing a 
ballpoint pen in our general direction.

"God dammit, R, shut the fuck up, and listen for a change," Russell yelled 
at Roland. It shocked Roland, it shocked Holly and I, and I think it shocked 
Russell. In all the times I had been with both of them, Russell always 
deferred to Roland. He was the perfect submissive employee. "Boss, I don't 
exactly understand why, but these gals like you. It ain't going to hurt you 
none to listen to what they have to say. You damned sure can't be any worse 
off than you are now."

Roland stared at Russell hard for a few moments before nodding his head a 
couple of times. "It appears that someone has been talking out of school. 
What did you tell them Russ?"

"I told them that you was hard up against it with these jungle bunnies. 
Shit, boss, I don't know why you didn't tell them to begin with. At least 
you should have told Beth. Fuckin' bull headedness if you ask me. Neither of 
these gals has ever said a bad thing against you even though they had 
reasons from time to time. Hell, you didn't bother to tell Beth that some of 
them folks were women and old men who couldn't get it up if their life 
depended on it. What the fuck was that all about, anyway?"

Roland didn't comment for several minutes. He looked first at Russell and 
then at Holly and me. Finally he gave a big sigh.

"Okay since all of you seemed hell-bent and determined to get your noses in 
my business, I'll tell you. Russ couldn't tell you much because he don't 
know much. I've been negotiating for a long time with the government that 
Reggie represents. Initially I invested two million dollars in a deal for me 
to be the exclusive importer of some authentic African artifacts and 
collector stuff. Then I had to invest some more money and still later some 
more money that I didn't have handy. I borrowed it and now Reggie is trying 
to renege on me. After some discussion he came up with the orgy plan. All I 
had to do was talk you, Beth, into showing up with a couple more gals and 
party with the group. That was supposed to satisfy Reggie and he'd sign the 
deal."

"So why is he so adamant about just three girls?" I asked. "That doesn't 
make any sense."

"Didn't to me either." Roland said. "He said he didn't want it to look like 
there was a bunch of whores running around. He told me that three would be 
enough, and would just look like some of the guys just got lucky. He didn't 
put it like that, but that's what he was getting to. Something I found out 
later was his old man is with the delegation. Maybe Pop is against his kid 
having sex. I don't know. Reggie hit the ceiling when I told him you 
couldn't make it to his love-in. He got a real thing for you Beth."

"Call him back and tell him that I can make it," I said. "Tell him I didn't 
understand that he was going to be there. Tell him I'm all excited about it, 
but that I have concerns about the safety of my friends. We want some 
guarantees that they will be okay, and not abused in any way. Holly wants 
the third woman to be Lou. Can you make that work?"

Roland looked like he had the weight of the world removed from his 
shoulders. He snatched the phone and punched a set of numbers, listened a 
moment and, punched in some more numbers.

"Reggie, my man. It's Roland Morgan. Look, I have some good news. Beth can 
make it after all.yeah man, I didn't tell it to her right. She didn't know 
it was you that wanted her.that's right, she'll be there.Okay look there is 
one thing. Beth is a softhearted woman. She's worried about how the other 
girls will be used. She don't want nobody getting hurt.Yeah, she knows all 
about you guys and what you can do." Roland listened for a moment and handed 
the telephone to me.

"Hello, Reggie, is that you?" I said.

"It is I," came the voice of Prince Reggie. "I am happy to hear your voice."

"Yes it's good to hear your voice too. It's been much too long. Nearly a 
month since I last felt your spear."

"Yes, too long, dear Beth. So I understand that you will be at the lodge 
this weekend. That makes me very happy. I assure you that nothing will 
befall your friends. This meeting is important to me. My father wishes to 
meet you. As a matter of fact, he has ordered that he meets you."

"Wonderful, I'm looking forward to meeting him." I said. "I know how you and 
your countrymen can be with your mighty spears. You must caution your men to 
be careful and take it easy."

Reggie replied cheerfully, "That is no problem. I think I may have bragged 
to my father too much about the wonderful Beth."

Suddenly I had a thought. "Okay then. There is just one more small detail. 
Stop fucking with Roland, and get the signed contracts to him before the 
weekend." There was a long pause. Reggie cleared his throat a few times and 
asked to speak with Roland. I handed the phone back to a shocked Roland. 
Roland listened, holding the phone out from his ear.

"Hell, man, I didn't know she was going to say that. I didn't.Okay, I'll be 
expecting them tomorrow." Roland hung up the phone and stared at it a 
moment. "Son of a bitch! He's sending the papers up from Washington tomorrow 
by messenger. Halleluiah, I'm saved! You did it! You saved my bacon! What's 
wrong with you, Beth? You look like you bit into something sour."

"Something is up," I said. "I'm not sure what, but why would Reggie give up 
so easily. He already has your money. He doesn't need pussy that bad. What 
is he up to?"

"Beats me," Roland said grinning. "I owe you big time, Beth. You too Holly."

"You owe Russ," Holly said. "If he hadn't tracked us down, and told us the 
facts you'd still are screwed."

"Roland," I said reaching a decision. "I want some high powered security at 
that lodge."

"Security? What are you talking about?" Roland asked.

"When Holly, Lou and I get ready to leave, I want to make sure we can. I 
want someone there to get us out if necessary. That Reggie is up to 
something, and until I know what, I want some big men with guns close by."

"That's reasonable, R," Russell said. "You want me to take care of that?"

"Yes, you're right. See to it Russ," Roland said. "It's a small price to pay 
for their safety. Get that Black Diamond bunch. They're tough as nails."

"Black Diamond bunch?" Holly said. "What's that?"

"They are a street gang gone big time in security." Russell said with a 
laugh. "Best thing about them is when you buy them they stay bought, and 
when you buy them you bought all fifty or so of them. Boss, the only problem 
I see is, that will mean a lot of black faces around that place. Might cause 
some concerns with the locals."

"The Africans reserved the whole place exclusively," Roland said. "They 
don't know how many black faces are supposed to be around there. Maybe you 
can get some of the Diamonds on the staff."

Holly and I left them to figure it out.

Lou's Story:

I'm Louise Collins. I've been called Lou ever since I was a little girl. I 
guess I look like someone who should be called Lou. I married my high school 
sweetheart just after he finished college. Things were storybook idyllic for 
us until three years ago when my husband, Charles, was the victim of a drunk 
driver. The crash left him paralyzed from the waist down.

I've never been one to complain much. I still don't, except to myself when I 
lay in bed, unfulfilled and lonely. I wouldn't want to count the times I 
cried myself to sleep in sexual frustration. Charles and I had an extremely 
active sex life even before we got married, and in the blink of an eye it 
all changed. At thirty-two I had needs. One day I was unnecessarily cross 
with Charles. I don't remember now what precipitated it.

"You need to get laid," Charles said looking up at me from his wheel chair.

"Yeah, right," I snapped.

"I'm serious Lou," he said. "You need a stiff dick, and God knows I haven't 
got one anymore. Go get fucked." It took me a moment to realize he was being 
serious.

"Charles, I can't do that. I made a vow to you."

"And I release you from that vow," he said reaching for my hand. "Lou, I've 
watched you slide down a little more every day since the accident. The Lou I 
married, the Lou I love, is disappearing right before my eyes. I'm crippled, 
not stupid. I know you have needs that I can't provide. The only thing I ask 
is that you don't tell me anything about any affair you might have. Don't 
tell me anything, just do it."

I held on to my pride, for lack of a better word, for a few weeks longer. I 
had an affair with a married man I worked with. It helped, but wasn't what I 
wanted. I picked a guy up from a bar one night. It was fun, but again, still 
not what I was looking for. One afternoon I was on my way home when I saw a 
black man and a white woman walking down the sidewalk holding hands. She was 
dressed in what only can be described as sluttish clothes. I had driven on 
down the street for a few blocks when it hit me. She was a prostitute. That 
small white woman was going to have sex with that big black man.

I wondered how I would be as a prostitute. I quickly put the thought out of 
my mind. First of all, I reasoned, Charles and I were fairly well known in 
our small town. I don't think our families could stand the knowledge that I 
was a whore. It just wouldn't work.

Twice a week I drove Charles to another town about two hours away, for 
treatment. It was a larger city, and I didn't know a soul there, except for 
some of the doctors and staff at the hospital. Charles' therapy took about 
two hours, so I usually sat in the coffee shop reading a book. One day I got 
to the coffee shop and realized that I left my book in the car. I got a cup 
of coffee, and was sitting at a table just staring off into space.

"What's a pretty woman like you doing looking so sad?" a voice said. I 
looked up to see a young black man wearing scrubs, looking down at me. He 
was holding a cup of coffee in his hand. "Mind if I join you?" He didn't 
give me a chance to say yes or no. He sat down and immediately told me a 
joke. It wasn't all that funny, but I laughed to be polite. He told another 
one that was cute.

"I guess you got someone in here?" he said. I told him that I was waiting on 
my husband. After a while I found myself telling that stranger all about my 
miserable life. I really unburdened myself on that poor man. When he managed 
to get a word in, he told me he was in his last year of residency, and that 
his name was William Morgan. In an effort to make a long story shorter, on 
my next trip, William and I went to a motel, and had sex. Great sex, I might 
add. William was my first black lover. It got to be a routine with us. Twice 
a week for the next couple of months we would meet for sex.

One afternoon after a wonderful screw we were lying on the bed trying to get 
our passions cool enough to go back to the real world outside the motel 
door. I told William how much I enjoyed our times together. That was when he 
told me that it would be our last time together. He had been accepted at a 
hospital out on the west coast somewhere. I was devastated. I had gotten 
used to our twice-weekly sex and I didn't want to go back to the way it had 
been.

"Lou, it doesn't have to be that way. You are a passionate woman. You need 
to be fucked on a regular basis." That was when William gave me a name to 
contact. His uncle, he told me, was a pimp that ran a string of white women 
for black men. I was not only devastated, now I was pissed off. I left 
William there and went back to my old routine. But something was missing and 
that something was sex.

It took me almost a month to summon up enough nerve to call William's uncle. 
Two important things happened at about the same time. The insurance money 
was running out and I was very horny. I called Roland Morgan from the public 
phone at the hospital and made an appointment to meet him on my next trip.

I met him in an office in back of a liquor store at the edge of the seedier 
part of town. Big R, as he preferred to be called, was charming, but blunt.

"My nephew said you might be calling me," Big R said. "He seemed to be quite 
taken with you. Tell me, Lou, why do you want to be a whore?"

"I could use the money and I like to fuck." I can be blunt also.

He smiled at me, "Good answer. Those are two excellent reasons to be a 
whore. William told me about your husband. Rotten luck. Since you and 
William have been fucking for several months, I'm going to assume you don't 
have a problem with fucking black men. Have you ever had a threesome? How 
about a gang-bang? Ever ate a pussy?"

I told him the truth. I had never engaged in any of that sort of activity. 
He asked me if I had a problem with any of it.

"No, I don't think so," I told him. "All except that last part. I'm not sure 
I could do that."

"Sure you can," he said laughing at me. "You just eat a woman the same way 
you would want to be eaten." Big R had me take off my clothing and stand 
nude in front of him, and to display myself to a video camera. He took me 
into another room and had sex with me. Big R deserved his nickname. He was 
larger than any other man I had ever had, by far, and I loved it. Another 
man came into the room. His name was Russell, I found out later. He had sex 
with me. I had a threesome with both of them. I wasn't overly happy when 
Russell screwed my ass, but I got used to it. I particularly liked it when 
they both penetrated me with Russell in my butt and Big R in my pussy.

Two weeks later Charles and I moved. I told Charles that the move was to cut 
down on expenses. Big R helped find us a nice place that was already fixed 
up for a wheelchair.

I didn't even bother to look for legitimate work. I became a full time whore 
for black cock and I threw myself into my new profession. With all the money 
I was making, I was able to buy some nice extra things for Charles, like a 
great stereo system and a big screen TV. There is no way Charles couldn't 
know what was going on, but I kept our agreement, and didn't tell him 
anything about what I was doing.

Two months after we moved Charles died. The doctors didn't know exactly why 
he just stopped breathing one afternoon. I was there for which I'll always 
be grateful.

Suddenly rationalizing my reason for being a whore was gone. Nevertheless, 
not only do I love what I'm doing, but also I've become sexually addicted to 
big black cocks. I haven't bothered to think about how long I'll continue to 
do what I do. It hasn't seemed necessary to do much thinking.

I don't know many of Big R's whores. I've met a few along the way. I suppose 
if I have a friend in the profession, it would be Holly. Holly was my first 
woman. We were at a house Big R owns when we got together. We were supposed 
to work a bachelor party and Big R insisted we practice. I didn't know that 
part of the act was to engage in some girl-girl stuff. I thought it would be 
just the two of us screwing a bunch of guys. That's why I wondered about the 
practice session.

Holly went down on me first and frankly I liked it. Big R told Holly and I 
to get into a sixty-nine. When Holly swung around and her pussy came down on 
my face, it just seemed natural to lick her. It wasn't bad at all. In fact I 
rather enjoyed it. Having sex with a woman was new, different, and 
admittedly exciting for me.

Big R and Russell were both there. While Big R fucked me from behind I 
willingly ate her pussy while she sucked Russell. That daisy chain was a lot 
of fun.

While I enjoy having sex with a woman, nothing takes the place of a hard 
cock in my pussy. I think of sex with a woman as something to do until a 
stiff cock comes along.

When Holly called me and told me about the gig at Joy Lake, I felt a surge 
of excitement. It sounded dangerous, sexy, and that's a heady combination. 
It sounded like it would be a blast. I accepted almost immediately and 
arranged to meet with Holly and a woman named Beth that afternoon.

Beth's Story:

Holly and Lou arrived at five o'clock. I had the coffee made, and we sat at 
my kitchen table.

"First of all, Lou, I said. "This is a weird deal from the get-go." I told 
her what I knew about the Africans and a little about Roland's deal with 
them. "What spooks me is the fact that Reggie folded so easily on the 
contracts. Maybe I jumping at shadows, but maybe not." I told her about the 
special security we were going to have.

"Sounds like you have us covered," Lou said. I like Lou immediately. She was 
personable, pretty, friendly, and outgoing. Something happened during that 
meeting that had never happened to me before. I found myself wondering how 
she looked with her clothes off. I wondered what she tasted like.

Lou asked, "So it will be a group thing?"

"As far as I know," I answered. "There will be at least ten men, and it 
would be a safe bet that they won't stand in line."

Lou excitedly asked multiple questions, "I heard you were the head man's 
main squeeze. The one he asks for when he comes to town? I hear he has a 
fourteen-inch cock. Is that true?"

To being Reggie's regular 'date' I admitted that was true. Regarding the 
size of his cock I countered, "No it not true. Reggie is just under twelve 
inches, but he's thick." I had to laugh at her expression. "As you can 
imagine, it takes a while for him to get it loaded."

"I've always wanted to try a cock that big," Lou wistfully said.

"Maybe you will have an opportunity. I don't know how Reggie plans to divvy 
up the workload."

"So when are we supposed to be there?" Holly asked.

"We'll go down tomorrow afternoon so as to be there by five o'clock. We'll 
leave there Sunday afternoon. At least that's the plan. I looked up as Scott 
came in the back door.

"Hi ladies," Scott said. He gave me a peck on the cheek and the same for 
Holly. Scott knew Holly because we had a couple threesomes with her. Scott 
seemed fascinated by Holly's tiny boobs.

"Scott this is Lou. Lou, Scott is my husband," I said.

"Hi Lou, nice to meet you," Scott said shaking her hand. "So you're the 
third member of the African hoedown?" Lou glanced at me.

"He knows everything. I don't keep secrets from him," I explained. Lou 
looked at me strangely for a moment before smiling.

"Yep, that's would be me," she said to Scott. "You have to be the most 
wonderful husband in the world."

"Well, that's certainly true," Scott said with a laugh. "Modestly prevents 
me from going in to detail of how great I really am."

"I'll have to agree that's he's pretty special," Holly piped up. "Not a bad 
fucker for an old white guy."

"Where do you get that 'old' shit?" Scott said in mock seriousness. "Grow 
some tits and we'll talk."

"I take it you all three know each other pretty well," Lou said.

"Yeah, pretty well," Holly said. "Scott walked in on Beth and I one 
afternoon. He took one look at me and fell madly in love with my boobs."

"He seemed to like your pussy pretty well, too," I said. We all laughed at 
my quip.

"I can tell you that seeing two women going to it will give a hard on to a 
dead man," Scott said. "Damnest thing I ever saw."

"So you liked that did you?" Lou asked Scott and looking directly at me. 
"Maybe we can blow his mind with three women. What do you think?"

"I'm game," Holly said. "Kids are with Carla getting acquainted so I'm in no 
hurry."

I certainly didn't have to give it any thought. It sounded perfect to me. I 
got up from the table. "Let's go someplace and get better acquainted," I 
said. "Like the bedroom." I think Holly had her clothes off before we got to 
the bedroom.

While Holly and Scott fooled around Lou and I sensually explored one 
another. Lou had a nice figure. Her breasts, while not as large as mine, 
were perfectly shaped. She had huge areoles and her nipples were twice as 
long as mine. Maybe three quarters of an inch long, and apparently very 
sensitive. She had a small orgasm while I nibbled on her spiked nipples.

As my sensually kissing lips and lustfully laving tongue descended across 
Lou's tippling stomach I realized the reason for the sudden and unexpected 
arousal I felt upon meeting her. I was sexually attracted to her unlike any 
other woman I knew including Holly. As my tongue teasingly peeled apart her 
cunt lips, my finger slipped between, sought and found her g-spot. Finger 
fucking Lou while ravenously feasting on her luscious honey pot enabled me 
to realize bisexuality was as integral a part of my expanded sexuality as 
ebony and ivory interracial heterosexual whoring.

One thing we discovered that afternoon and evening was three women and a man 
can have a lot of fun. We began with Scott fucking Lou while she ate me and 
I ate Holly and Holly rimmed and finger fucked Scott's ass. No matter what 
variation of our daisy chain we moved into for the rest of our group session 
somehow or another either I was eating Lou or she was eating me ecstatically 
proving she was equally enamored with me. Good old Scott rose to the 
occasion.several times.

Scott's Story:

I walked in the door and there sat three lovely women. Three fine looking 
whores. I wonder how many men have ever been able to make such a statement? 
Of course I knew my wife, Beth, and Holly. Beth and I have played with Holly 
several times in the recent past. I love Holly's two little tits, the 
perfect little cones that sit high on her chest. I can just suck on her 
puffy nipples all night.

I was introduced to Lou. I looked at, and admired all three women. There was 
a likeness although none of them looked alike. Holly was the smallest, then 
Lou, and than my Beth. I wondered if I would see them all naked, to make a 
comparison that way.

It didn't take but a few minutes for the conversation to turn to sex and it 
didn't take long for that to turn into bedroom frolicking. While I played 
with my two favorite tits, Beth and Lou got acquainted. I never thought I 
would live so long as to see my wife with her head between another woman's 
legs.

I was amazed at what four people can do, especially when three of them are 
the same sex. There are more positions than I thought possible, and all of 
them fun. It was about nine o'clock when they took pity on me, and took a 
break. The pizza I ordered came, and we took nourishment. Beth, Holly and 
Lou may not have needed it, but I damned sure did. I found it difficult to 
sit eating pizza with three near naked women.

"Holly was right," Lou said to me. "You are pretty good, color and age not 
withstanding."

"Why thank you," I replied. "Nice of you to say. Now can I ask a question? 
Have any of you ever heard the expression, 'Now that you had white, you 
can't be quiet'."

"As a matter of fact.no," Holly said laughing. "I have a question for Lou. 
What's the kinkiest thing you've ever done?"

"Oh my," Lou said, "That's a tough question coming from the queen of kink."

"Hey, how did I get to be queen of kink?" Holly demanded.

"Didn't you tell me that you let a guy use a real snake to fuck you?" Lou 
asked sweetly.

"Well, yeah, but it was just that one time." Holly said.

"Had to be a white guy," Beth said. "I hardly ever run into a kinky black 
guy. The black dude just wants some head and get to the fucking. It's always 
the white man who wants something off-the-wall."

"You are sure right about that," Lou said. "Either of you girls ever done 
the bondage and discipline bit?"

"Yeah once," Holly said. "I didn't like being tied up. Hey, that was a white 
guy, too. You may be on to something, Beth."

"I had a white guy just a few months ago that wanted me to fuck his damned 
dog," Lou said. "Stupid jerk. Ain't no brother gonna let a dog have his 
nookie."

"There was this white guy that fucked me with a stalk of celery," Holly 
said. "Anybody want that last piece of pizza?"

"You know Holly," I said. "As much as you eat, you would think you would 
have grown some tits by now."

"I noticed you seem to like what little she has," Beth said with a chuckle. 
"A stalk of celery, Holly?"

"Yeah, but that's not the worst. There's this guy that thinks he an 
inventor. He's always making these fuck machines. He used one on me a couple 
of weeks ago."

"My God, Holly don't you ever say no?" Beth asked laughing.

"Hardly ever," Holly admitted. "I'm too afraid I'll miss something fun. 
Anyway the last gadget the guy came up with was great. I lay down on a cot 
and the guy got it all adjusted and turned it on. Duffus sat by the cot and 
drank beer while his machine did all the work. Best lay I ever got at his 
place." By the time she finished her ribald tale we all were laughing fit to 
be tied.

"You know," Lou said when the laughter subsided. "With all the black guys 
I've been with, you would think I would have ran into at least one super 
cock. You know one of those twelve to fourteen inch jobs. So far, Big R has 
had the biggest."

"The stereotype black super cock is a myth," I said. "Very few, if any, 
around."

"Ha, tell that to Reggie," my wife said. " He's carrying nearly a foot of 
black meat."

"Sounds super to me," Holly said. "Frankly I don't care if I ever get one 
that big. I rather have one that just fits snug. I'd rather be tickled to 
death than stabbed to death. You fit me just fine, Scott." Holly wiped the 
last of the pizza sauce from her mouth, and came and sat down on my lap. "I 
think your cock is super."

"Thank you my dear," I said. "You aren't fooling me, you know. I know you're 
over here to get these pieces of crust I have left."

"Well, that's true, and if you let me have them, I'll let you fuck me."

"What if I don't?" I asked.

"I'll still let you fuck me, but I'll be mad at you while you do." Beth and 
Lou were cracking up.

"Take them," I said laughing. "I sure don't want you mad at me. Hey, I think 
there's some celery in the kitchen."

Beth's Story:

"Wow, this is a nice place," Lou said sticking her head out of the window 
and gawking at the Joy Lodge.

"Yeah, too nice for three whores," Holly said. "They really booked the whole 
place?"

"So Roland said," I answered. Joy Lodge was an impressive place. "Scott and 
I spent a weekend here a few years ago," I told them. "Pretty fancy, as I 
recall." I found a parking place and we went in to the desk.

"May I help you?" a smallish man asked. He sounded just as stuffy as he 
looked.

"I'm Beth Wheeler," I told him. "You should have reservations for me and my 
friends."

"I see," he said. The little squirt would have looked down his nose at me if 
he hadn't been so short. "You three, ah.ladies, will have the magnolia 
suite."

"If you say 'ah.ladies' one more time, I'll slap the hell out of you," Lou 
said glaring at him. The man's nametag said that he was Mister Johnson "You 
get it, Johnson?"

Johnson got busy shuffling some papers and carefully not looking at us. A 
bellman came with our luggage, which wasn't all that much. All three of us 
only brought a couple changes of clothes and our cosmetics.

"Okay, I could get used to living like this," Holly said. The magnolia suite 
was luxurious to say the least. We each had our own bedroom with a king size 
bed. The carpet was so thick I felt like I was sinking down into it.

"Yeah, when I get rich, I'm going to buy this place," Lou said. "Then I'm 
going to fire that twerp Johnson. Wonder what a room like this costs?"

"Two thousand dollars a day," Reggie answered coming through the connecting 
door that none of us had noticed. "It is wonderful to see you Beth," he 
added. He came to me and took me in his arms while Holly and Lou stared at 
his size.

"Damn, they grow them big where you come from, don't they?" Lou said. Reggie 
ignored her. He was busy kissing me. Reggie had kissed me before, but 
something seemed different this time. His kiss not only had a sense of 
urgency, but also more passionate or something like that. I had to wonder if 
this African giant was falling for me.

"I have missed you, Beth," he said when he finally released me. I wasn't 
sure exactly how to respond. I've gotten used to saying what the client 
wants to hear, but for some reason I was reluctant to encourage Reggie. I 
could feel his giant cock pushing at me through his tunic.

"It's good to see you Reggie," I said. That seemed neutral enough. "What's 
the game plan?"

"I'm sorry?" he said looking confused.

"The plan? The agenda? The schedule?" I said.

"Oh yes," Reggie said. "You will rest for a few hours. Your dinner will be 
served to you in this room. There will be a welcoming ceremony at eight 
o'clock, at which time you will meet my father, the king. Your attire is 
ready for each of you, please wear the dress that is in the wardrobe cabinet 
without any jewelry or accessories."

"All of us?" I asked. "How did you know what size to get?"

"The size of the dress is not important. I will come for you at eight." 
Reggie kissed me again and left through the connecting door.

"Jeeze, is he always that officious?" Lou asked.

"No, that was a different Reggie than I'm used to," I said.

"Would you girls look at what we're supposed to wear?" Holly said. She was 
holding up what appeared to be several yards of gauzy material. "This thing 
doesn't leave much to the imagination, does it? I'm betting we're not 
suppose to wear anything under it either."

Shortly after six, room service brought us a banquet. Literally a feast that 
twenty people couldn't have eaten. Holly did give it a game effort, though.

Holly had been right in her assessment of the dress. After we put them on we 
looked at one another and laughed.

"We wouldn't be more naked if we were naked," Lou said. "Good thing we're 
whores, ain't it? Otherwise our delicate dispositions might be offended."

The door opened at exactly eight o'clock. It wasn't Reggie. It was Sam 
dressed in a loincloth and a fur headdress from an unlucky lion. He was 
carrying a tall shield and spear

"Come," Sam said and led us through the next room and into a larger room.

The room was adorned with the hides of various animals. Zebra was the only 
one I recognized. People were sitting on the floor in two rows. I counted 
four women and ten men counting Sam. All except the women wore the lion skin 
headdress. The women were bare-breasted and three of them were a lot younger 
than the other one.

There were three seats, thrones actually, at the head of the two rows of 
people. Reggie sat on one throne. Another man, his father I assumed, sat in 
the middle. Sam left us at the end of the rows, and went to the other seat.

Reggie started speaking in Swahili or what I assumed was Swahili. It could 
have been Greek for all I knew. He spoke for several minutes and about 
midway, he stood up and approached me, continuing to speak and wave his 
hands. He put his huge hand on my shoulder and urged me forward.

"Go to the King and kneel," Reggie said softly. "Bow low and stay that way 
until he tells you to rise."

I pride myself on being able to adjust to any situation, so I did as he said 
to do. With my face down, almost to the animal skin I was kneeling on, I 
waited. The old man started talking and boy, did he talk. He went on for 
over five minutes. I almost giggled when I realized that the people behind 
me were getting a pretty good view of my butt. My knees were beginning to 
hurt when finally Reggie told me to get up.

Reggie stood beside me in front of the old man. King Whoopee or whatever his 
name was pulled the skin from his lap exposing his cock. Apparently Reggie 
took after his old man. The king had a king-size cock.

"Go forward and kiss his manhood," Reggie whispered to me. Why not? I was a 
whore who volunteered to attend an orgy. Apparently the party was starting. 
I went to the old man and took his stiffing cock in my hand. I bent and 
kissed the tip. The old geezer put his hand on my head and held me there. I 
assumed that I was supposed to do more than kiss his cock. I covered the 
head of his dick with my mouth. The damned thing sprang to life. It reared 
up like a snake about to strike. I mentally cursed Russell. The man may be 
old, but there certainly was a lot of life in him.

I was aware that Holly and Lou had joined me in front of the three men. I 
risked a quick glance and saw that a man was with them.

"I will translate the ceremony," the man said in perfect English. "Leave the 
King and go to the man on your left." He touched me so I assumed he was 
speaking to me. I went to Reggie, who had pulled his lion cloth aside. I 
took his cock and kissed it. I heard the man telling Lou and Holly to follow 
suit. Lou was first to suck the King followed by Holly. I was directed to 
Sam and the girls went to Reggie. So far, so good, I thought. The royalty 
wanted a bit of head, no sweat.

After we all had paid homage to the king and princes dicks we were led to 
where the others waited. I led Holly and Lou and we went down one side and 
up the other side. Every man politely pulled his loincloth over to give us 
access. The four women were the last ones. I wondered what I was supposed to 
do when it came their turn. The first woman, older by far than the others 
answered my unspoken question by pulling her tiny apron aside and leaning 
back to give me access to her private parts. She had a rancid smell and I 
didn't linger at her crotch. I moved on to the next woman who smelled much 
better than the old crone. The two younger women actually smelled nice.

When Holly, Lou and I finished with the dick sucking and pussy eating tour, 
the king made another speech. Our translator stood behind us and told us 
what the king was saying. Not a lot of it made sense. It was about an 
antelope jumping and a lion creeping through the grass and a lot of crap 
like that. After the king finished his spiel we were seated on the raised 
platform just below the three men of royalty. One of the younger women rose 
and came over to me. She pulled the gauzy dress up and bent down and kissed 
my pussy. She went to Lou and then to Holly. Each of the people came and did 
the same.

"I was beginning to wonder if this was a one way street," Lou said.

"Silence!" the interpreter hissed. "Do not speak."

"Fuck you Jack," Lou said, but she said it softly. The royal three were 
noticeably absent from the turnabout oral service.

The last man, a little wizen man of undeterminable age was last to approach 
us. I don't know if he was blind, uninterested, or what, but his lips missed 
my pussy by several inches. The man stood up in front of me and said 
something the interpreter did not bother to translate. One of the young 
women came to him holding a horn out for him. He took some pasty substance 
out of the horn and smeared it on his wrinkled cock.

"Suck it off," the translator said. I did and it tasted like crushed rose 
pedals smell. It also had a bitter after taste. The little man did the same 
for Holly and Lou. It didn't take but a few moments before I realized it was 
some sort of narcotic. I felt a rush of warmth spread all over my body, and 
my head felt light. My vision blurred just for an instant then cleared. In 
fact remarkably clear. I glanced over at Holly, and she grinned at me.

"That's some good shit," she said loudly. I think she thought she was 
whispering. "I'll suck the old timers dick all night unless he runs out of."

"Be quiet!" The translator screamed. I don't think he actually screamed, but 
it sounded like it.

Holly's Story:

I don't know what was on the old geezers dick, but I liked it. Every one of 
my senses suddenly got sharper. They led us back to the platform where 
somebody had put some big pillows. Beth, Lou, and I were stripped of our 
skimpy dress and told to lie down on the giant pillows.

The big auger, I guess he's the king, got up and came over to where Beth 
lay. He whipped out his cock and shoved it into her pussy. I felt for her 
pain because there had been no warm-up or foreplay. But Beth didn't seem to 
mind in the least. His big old cock slid right in. That was when I realized 
that I was so wet I was leaking. While I certainly enjoyed all them folks 
eating my pussy there was more moisture than that would have caused. Ah, I 
thought, the goop on the gommers dick was some kind of aphrodisiac. What 
were they thinking? We are whores. We don't need to be.

Whatever I had been thinking was interrupted by Reggie's big cock being 
pushed in me. Hot damn, that son of a bitch was hung like a bull! Thanks to 
all the moisture I was generating, he got the damn thing in okay. The other 
dude was fucking Lou. Sam, I think they called him. Beth, Lou and I were 
royally fucked for about ten minutes. Then the audience got into the act. 
All the men came up and took a turn. Wasn't a rubber to be seen anywhere. I 
mentally crossed my finger, and put it out of my mind. Anyway there wasn't 
anything I could do. Each man in the room fucked us, even the translator. 
And every man dropped a load of come in our dripping pussies. The last two 
or three sure had a sloppy cunt to work with. I could hear women crying out 
in the throes of passion, and I laughed out loud when I realized that I was 
one of them.

Lou's Story:

One after another the men fucked us. I don't know how many times I came, but 
it was a lot. From the racket Beth and Holly were making, I think they were 
having a good time, too. I'm not sure how long they fucked us. Time seemed 
to get all screwed up. It may have been an hour or it may have been three or 
four hours. The last man was pumping away at me, and when he grunted and 
shot his load the strangest thing happened.

Three of the younger women came up and each had a little dish. While one of 
the men held our legs open the women scooped the come out of us, catching it 
in the dish. They reached deep inside me and I assume they did with Holly 
and Beth. When they were satisfied they had all the come out, they took the 
dishes to the old woman. If that wasn't weird enough, it got weirder. The 
old bitch drank all of it down and licked the dishes clean! Then it started 
all over again. Apparently there was some kind of order to when they mounted 
us, but I couldn't figure it out. It didn't seem important enough to try.

Beth's Story:

This was the strangest thing I was ever involved in. I had been involved in 
group sex before, but nothing like one cock after another for at least three 
hours if not more. The old crone must have drunk two quarts of come before 
that part of the orgy was over. I'm guessing, but I think it was around 
midnight when we were split up. Lou was carried off, impelled on Sam's cock. 
Two men and one woman followed them. Holly received almost the same 
treatment except King Dick, three men and a woman, escorted her.

Reggie picked me up, and stuck his mighty spear in me, and we left with the 
remainder of the men and a woman. The old crone seemed to be in a sperm coma 
or something. She was curled up asleep on the floor.

Reggie carried me to a room that was nearly all bed. He put me on it, and 
stepped back and the woman came to me. She pushed my legs apart and started 
eating me. She was the youngest of the four women, but she obviously had 
some experience at eating pussy. The four men watched and drank some beer. I 
tried that beer or homebrew later, and it was some kind of powerful stuff 
that tasted a little what I imagined pee to taste like.

"You like to have your woman's part licked by a woman, dear Beth?" Reggie 
asked me. "Is my sister to your liking?"

"Yes," I managed to say. His sister? That was interesting news. I found out 
later that all the delegation was related, either by blood or marriage.

After the woman had brought me off several times, Reggie mounted me. The 
loudmouth translator followed him. Each time one of the men came in me, the 
girl came and cleaned it up. The other men took their turn at me, also. It 
wasn't very long before they doubled up on me. At one point I had three men 
doing my mouth, pussy and ass with another one biting on my tender nipples. 
I'm guessing at the young woman's name. It sounded like Lilly. Anyway, 
that's what I called her. Lilly got her share of action, too. Not just 
performing oral sex on me. She was fucked in her pussy and ass just like I 
was.

I'm not sure when I lost track. I may have passed out or just gone to sleep, 
I don't recall. The next thing I knew I was being awakened in my bed by 
someone knocking on the door.

Lou's Story:

"Somebody get that damned door!" I yelled. I glanced at my watch from the 
bedside table. It was ten o'clock, and from the bright sunlight streaming in 
through the window I concluded that it was the morning after a long action 
filled night of fucking and sucking. I reaffirmed what I had figured out 
early last night. These Africans are not human. They are fucking machines. I 
had at least one cock in me all night. Most of the time it was more than 
one.

That Sam, never seemed to loose his hard. When he wasn't fucking me he was 
on the little girl that was with us. Nobody in the room spoke English, 
except me, but it wasn't difficult to figure out what they wanted. I don't 
know how I would have coped if it hadn't been for that narcotic they gave us 
before the shindig started. I have to agree with Holly. That was some good 
shit. It kept me alert, sensitive, and well lubed for the whole night of 
debauchery. Holly was still flying, but poor Beth had to be carried to bed.

"What the hell do you want?" I heard Holly yelling from the front room. "Oh, 
hey Beth and Lou. Food is here." I made it to the front room to see two 
black men wheeling in carts of food. Beth was standing in her doorway 
looking like something a cat had dragged in. Holly, Beth and I didn't have a 
stitch on.

"Good morning ladies," one of the waiters said looking at each of us. "I'm 
Ron and this is Paul. We're with the Black Diamonds. You ladies look mighty 
good this morning. I might have to give Big R a call and we can party 
sometime." He went over and handed Beth two small pills. "Honey, you look 
like you could use some help getting started. These will help."

After they left we fell to eating. Holly doesn't let anything interfere with 
her appetite and I was famished. Beth took the pills with some orange juice 
and picked at her food for a while. Apparently the uppers kicked in and she 
too ate with some gusto.

Holly's Story:

What a fucking night! I had worked up one hell of an appetite and all the 
food was delicious. I had something important to tell Beth and Lou, but I 
wanted to wait until the right time.

"Well, I don't know about you two, but I feel almost human again," Lou said 
after she finished eating. "How do you feel now, Beth?"

"Much better," Beth answered with a smile. "Not quite up to human, but 
almost. How did you girls do last night?"

"I got fucked," Lou said with a laugh. "And fucked, and fucked and fucked. 
What happened to you? Why did you conk out?"

"I made a bad mistake," Beth said. "I drank some of that homebrew. I won't 
do that again, for sure."

"I only tasted it," I told them. "Tasted like panther piss, to me."

"I didn't even taste that stuff. The smell turned me away before I got it to 
my lips," Lou said. "Okay, I'll say it. Have either of you ever been 
involved in anything as weird as that was? I'm talking about the ceremony 
bit."

"Never," Beth said. "Weird doesn't describe it. What about you Holly?"

"No," I answered. The time was right. "I've read about wedding ceremonies in 
some parts of the world being strange, but this takes the cake."

"What about that old woman drinking all that . what did you say? Wedding 
ceremony?"

"You got it sister," I said. "We all got married last night. I think two of 
us are bigamists."

"What are you talking about?" Beth demanded.

"That little black chick that was in my group spoke good English," I said. 
"She told me that we had married the tribe. Or at least that part of the 
tribe." Neither of them said a word. They just stared at me for a long time. 
I waited a few moments and laid the rest of my news on them.

"Starting today we are supposed to come off of birth control. They want us 
knocked up as soon as possible." I gave them some time to digest that, and 
told them the rest of the story. "By the way, tomorrow we leave for Africa."

"Be damned if that's so!" Lou exploded. "I haven't lost a damned thing in 
Africa. They can kiss my white ass."

Beth looked thoughtful for a while. "It now makes some sense," she said. 
"That's why Reggie insisted on just the three of us. That son of a bitch is 
planning on a kidnapping."

"I hope they enjoyed the honeymoon because that's all they are going to 
get," Lou said. "Married, my ass! We need to get the hell out of Dodge."

We hurriedly got dressed in our own clothes and packed our few things. When 
the waiters came back to get the carts, Beth told them we wanted to leave.

"Okay, no sweat," the one named Ron said. He took a cell phone out, punched 
in some numbers, and spoke briefly. "Thirty minutes, ladies," he said 
putting the phone away. "Everybody will be in place by then."

That sounded good except that Reggie showed up ten minutes later.

Beth's Story:

"Why are you dressed like that?" Reggie demanded.

"Reggie, dear," I said as calmly as I could. "We are leaving here."

"No, that is not possible. I forbid it!"

"You tricked me, Reggie," I said, still trying to sound calm. "We are 
prostitutes, you don't have to marry us. In fact I am already married, I 
don't want another husband or a tribe of husbands. We are leaving."

Wordlessly a very irate Reggie went back out through the interconnecting 
door. I knew it wasn't over and I was right. He was back within a few 
minutes with two of his crew, complete with spears and shields. They all 
looked pissed.

"The ceremony will be completed," Reggie declared. "All of you will go home 
with us. Nothing will prevent that."

Holly opened the door and the two waiters came in the room. They took one 
look at the two men with spears and they took out their guns.

"You couldn't be more wrong," Lou told Reggie. "You better tell your men 
that they were stupid to bring spears to a gun fight. Let's go girls."

"I divorce thee, I divorce thee, I divorce thee," Holly parodied 'The King 
and I' with a merry laugh. "All except the dude with the knobby dick. I may 
keep him around for laughs. Adios, mother-fuckers!"

Two big Black Diamond guys with guns escorted us to my car where another 
Black Diamond was already behind the wheel with the engine running. Although 
I could hear Reggie yelling in frustration as armed Black Diamond members 
ringed the outside of the lodge insuring our escape, Lou, Holly and I loaded 
up and hauled ass out of there with a black tinted windowed Denali in front 
and behind us. None of the three drivers took their foot off the gas until 
we were a hundred miles away from Joy Lake.

During that entire hundred miles Holly, Lou and I said nothing. Undoubtedly 
the other two were also unwinding and reflecting upon what would have been 
our lot had Russell not suggested the precaution of enlisting the Black 
Diamond gang's protection. Needless to say being Reggie's exclusive "date" 
with the exorbitant tips was over.

After our narrow escape from being kidnapped to Africa Holly, Lou and I felt 
compelled to show our appreciation to every one of the Black Diamond 
escorts. Pulling over after one hundred miles Lou went to one Denali and 
Holly jumped in the other. Gratuitous sex with the two black men who 
escorted us safely from the lodge was merely a forerunner to making a 
phenomenal discovery. Not only was the driver of my car the leader of the 
Black Diamond gang, but also as well hung as Reggie.

Did our narrow escape motivate any of us to end our whoring for Big R? 
Holly, being admittedly addicted to black cock, had no qualms with our Black 
Diamond escorts evicting her loser husband and divorcing him. Not 
surprisingly becoming Scott's mistress while hooking up with Russell enabled 
Holly to continually enjoy interracial sexual adventures along with regular 
oreo threesomes.

Lou made no bones about liking sex and preferring black cock. Unlike Holly, 
who viewed sex with women as merely an interlude until the next big black 
cock, Lou reveled in her newfound bisexuality and had no qualms with 
female/female/black men threesomes while whoring for Big R. The spark 
igniting between us the first day Lou joined Holly, Scott and me in our 
prolonged group sex has since been fanned into a steadily burning flame. In 
fact, Lou and I nearly set either of our beds on fire with the raging 
inferno that erupts between us. We remain devoted to each other as lovers 
and fem soul mates.

As for me Big R is far more selective in my clientele. Even though assisting 
Roland with training recruits and converting each new girl into a bisexual 
gives the subtle perception I am his mistress that is not the case. 
Solidifying arrangements for Roland's many enterprises with the Black 
Diamond Security firm was no problem with me being the gang leader's main 
squeeze.

I often reflect on the irony how a white slavery triple X videotape 
initially piqued my curiosity about black and white interracial sex. In 
spite of the narrow brush with reality I am blessed to have such an 
open-minded, voyeuristic, unconditionally loving husband who has absolutely 
no regrets with our open marriage. Frequent sexual interludes with Roland, 
Russell and members of their inner circle in the course of breaking in new 
meat provides only part of my sought after black cock variety. As the 
President of Black Diamond Security's mistress, who includes being a sexual 
reward for outstanding employee performance, affords me an even wider 
variety of black cock. Consequently I have no regrets over no longer being 
the exclusive date of "The Great Horn of Africa!"
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