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It Was Just A Stupid Bet 

by shooter3704 (C)

It was just a bet. A stupid, stupid bet followed by the worst run of bad 
luck I have ever heard of in my life.

My name is Dale Smithson and I work for a big freight line as a loader. That 
is I and the guys I work with load the trucks. It a damned good job and jobs 
are hard to find around here. We are not union but the pay is great and the 
benefits are good, too. We were in between loading assignments and were 
gathered around the TV watching a boxing match. I don't follow boxing, but 
most of the crew does and they were all caught up in the fight. It was a 
white guy and a black guy and the black guy was getting the shit beat out of 
him.

"Come on man," one of the black guys on my crew said. "Get your shit 
together."

That was funny. The black dude couldn't even see the other boxer. He didn't 
have any shit left to get together. "Looks like your man is going down," I 
said laughing.

"Naw, he's just waiting for the right moment," Bass said from his seat on 
the couch. Bass was a huge black man and crew leader. He answered directly 
to the foreman.

"Yeah right," I said. "I think the right moment has come and gone for your 
man...what's his name? Oh yeah Mad Dog Hays. I think somebody needs to put 
Mad Dog out of his misery."

"Hey man," Bass said in his deep voice, "You don't know nothin' about 
fighting. Just shut the fuck up." Ordinarily I'd have shut up. Most people 
did when Bass told them to, but for some strange and stupid reason I didn't.

"I got twenty-five dollars that says the white boxer wins the fight," I 
said. I was confident that nobody would take me up on it.

"You sure you want to throw your money away like that?" Bass asked.

"I think it's a sure thing," I answered laughing.

"You are on," bass growled. "Twenty-five bucks."

I was so surprised I almost missed what happened a few seconds later. The 
white boxer hit the black one with a right to the jaw. That was good, but he 
let his left down and the black guy nailed him with a right of his own. As 
far as I knew it was the only time in five rounds that the black boxer even 
hit the other one. The white guy hit the canvas and never even twitched. 
Stupid bastard was out for the count.

"That will be twenty-five bucks, Smithson," Bass said holding out a massive 
paw.

"I'll have to pay you payday," I stammered. "I ain't got it right now." 
Payday was still ten days off and I sure hoped that he was willing to wait.

"Yeah," Bass rumbled. "Payday it is."

That should have been the end of it. I paid off and learned not to bet on 
things I knew nothing about. But it wasn't. Next afternoon I made another 
bet with Bass over a basketball game. I lost that, too Now I owed the big 
bastard fifty dollars.

The other guys on the loading crew were laughing at me and having a good old 
time.

"Hey," Bass said. "Tell you what Smithson. I'll make it easy on you. I know 
you got a new little wife at home and can't afford to loose fifty bucks. 
Double or nothing that the next man that walks in the room won't be wearing 
shoes. What do you say?"

What could I say? The odds were in my favor. Hell we had to wear steal toed 
shoes to work on the loading docks. Nobody ever went bare footed. Son of a 
bitch, I lost again! Sam Howell spilled something on his shoes and was 
carrying them when he walked into the break room. Now I owed Bass a hundred 
dollars.

Every day Bass would offer me a bet, double or nothing. I took every one of 
them because any fool knows that sooner or later you will clear the debt. 
Bullshit! When payday rolled around I owed Bass sixty four hundred dollars. 
On what I made it might as well have been sixty four million. I was fucked.

"Hey Bass," I said, slowly approaching him as he stood by the drink machine. 
"You surely don't expect me to pay you all at once do you?"

"I do expect you to pay me all of it and at one time," he said casting a 
look at me.

"Come on, Bass," I said, aware that I was whining and hating myself for it. 
"Cut me some slack, for pity sake."

"You made the bet," Bass said. "Pay up."

"Bullshit," I said. I was mad now. "When I have it you'll get it."

"Uh huh." he said still staring at me "I smell a welch coming on. Don't get 
cute with me Smithson. I'll bust your head for you."

"Hey take it easy, Bass," I said hurriedly. I dammed sure didn't want Bass 
mad at me. I had enough problems. "I said I'd pay you and I will. It will 
just take a while to get that much money together. I just made a down 
payment on a house and some furniture and my savings is..."

"I don't give a shit about what you don't have." he said interrupting me. "I 
want to be paid and soon." He paused then said, "maybe there is a way..." He 
let it hang there.

"What?" I took the bait like a drowning man grasps at a rope.

"I might let you off the hook if you lined me up some prime white pussy," he 
said. "Not a hooker, but some suburban, married white gash. You understand 
me?"

"No," I said. "Where would I get some..." It hit me like a freight train. 
The big son of a bitch was thinking about my wife Tina. He had seen a photo 
of her in my locker one day. He had made several comments since then. "No 
fucking way, Bass! No fucking way."

"Suit yourself, Smitty," he said grinning at me. "One things for sure. You 
will pay me one way or another." He walked off laughing at me. I was so 
pissed off I couldn't think straight. I finished out the shift is a daze.

CHAPTER TWO

That night after dinner Tina and I were watching TV. I had told her about 
the first bet but not all of the story.

"Honey do we have any money around that we can lay hands on quick?" I said 
during a commercial.

"Money? How much? I have about fifty dollars left from the grocery money," 
she said. "Will that do?"

I shook my head. Tina wasn't working. Her job had been abolished during a 
down-sizing. I was thinking about my 401k. Maybe I could borrow from it.

"What do you need money for, Dale," Tina asked. "What's wrong?"

"I made a stupid bet and lost," I said. "I owe this guy some money. Don't 
worry about it."

"How much?"

"I said don't worry about it," I snapped. "Let the bastard sue me."

"How much, Dale?" she insisted.

I told her and it caused my heart to ache to watch her turn pale

"How on earth will we ever pay that much?" she said crying softly.

I had a thought. "Is your sister coming to visit anytime soon?" I asked. 
Tina's sister, Patti just might be the answer. Patti would fuck anybody, 
anywhere, for any reason.

"No not that I know of," Tina said sniffling, "Why?"

"Bass is a pussy hound and he likes white women. I was thinking that he 
might take a trade."

"Dale! How could you? Patti is..."

"Patti is a slut and we both know it," I interrupted her. "It could work."

"How do you know it might work?" Tina asked. "Did that man say something?"

I told her what Bass had said. "He has you in mind," I added. "He might be 
willing to take Patti instead."

"I can't believe you would use my sister as a whore," Tina said. She was 
getting hot under the collar. "Patti wouldn't..."

"Oh crap," I snapped. "She would be willing to spread her legs for a German 
Shepherd if the price was right. Call her up and see if she can come down 
for a few days."

"She's in Europe," Tina said. "I talked to her a few days ago and she was 
leaving the next day."

Another good ideal down in flames. Well to hell with Mister Bass. He just 
have to wait. Or so I thought. Thinking about Patti and Bass had got me 
excited, but apparently it hadn't done the same for Tina. I got none that 
night.

The next day I got a call to see the foreman. I went to Mister Hanks office, 
a glass enclosure on one end of the loading dock.

"You wanted to see me?" I asked sticking my head in the door. He waved me 
in. Hanks was a young guy about my age. He is one of the up and coming young 
black men in the company. College degree in transportation and the works.

"Come in Smithson," he said. "Close the door and take a seat."

I did as he said. Hanks came around to my side of the desk and leaned 
against it. "We have a problem, Smithson," he said. "I'm going to have to 
let a couple men go and it beginning to look like you may be one of them."

"What the hell you talking about?" I said. "I'm senior to half the guys 
working here."

"Yes I know that," he said smoothly. "Seniority is only one element we have 
to consider."

"What other elements?" I asked. I had a cold sinking feeling in the pit of 
my stomach.

"Oh many things," Hanks said, "Job performance, absenteeism. Indebtedness. 
You know. that sort of things. I have heard that you owe your coworkers a 
lot of money. Can't have that you know."

"Not coworkers," I said. "Coworker. Just one. Bass. It was over a silly bet 
that got out of control. I'll pay him, but I can't do it all at one time.."

"I see," Hanks said rubbing his chin, "but I hope you understand that 
indebtedness of any kind is not good. Owning money to a coworker is 
particularly bad. We can't have that."

That cold feeling had changed. I now had a cannon ball in the pit of my 
stomach. I couldn't afford to loose my job. Jobs of any kind were hard to 
find

"Well," Hanks said briskly, "Thanks for coming in. I will make my decision 
soon."

I had reached the door when Hanks said softly, "I understand that Bass 
offered you a compromise. I'd give that a lot of thought if I were you. A 
lot of deep thought."

I was fifty feet away when it hit me what Hanks had said. I was in very deep 
shit.

CHAPTER THREE

Tina went ballistic. She cursed, cried, threw things at me and cried some 
more.

"We will loose the house and everything," she screamed at me. "You are so 
stupid Dale. How could you get us in this mess?"

I didn't have an answer so I kept quite and let her rant and rave until she 
ran out of steam.

I dozed off about midnight only to be awaken a short time later by my wife.

"What does he want?" she demanded. "This man Bass. What exactly does he 
want?"

I don't know," I answered, half asleep. "Sex I guess."

" Find out exactly what he wants." She said. "You ask him tomorrow."

"What the hell are you babbling about," I said sitting up. "You can't be 
serious. You're not ..."

"I'm not about to lose my home over a stupid bet," she snapped. "You find 
out!"

The next day I saw Bass sitting on a fork lift watching some men lever a 
pallet into position. "Hey Bass," I said, "got a minute?"

He glanced over to the break room which was empty, "Sure come on into my 
office."

I followed him to the break room. When we had got inside, "What's on your 
mind?" he asked.

I decided to get right to the point. "What are we talking about here? A one 
shot deal or what?"

"No we're talking about several shots, my friend," he said his white teeth 
gleaming, "Let's say we work it off at two hundred bucks a shot"

"Are you out of your mind?" I yelled. "That would be thirty two times."

"What do you suggest?" he asked calmly.

"One time and that's it," I said.

"I see," Bass said, coming over to stand right in front of me. "You and your 
bitch must think mighty highly of her cunt. Have you ever seen a piece of 
tail worth sixty four hundred dollars? I never have, and never will." He 
leaned down right in my face, "Now Smitty you had better get real and get 
real fast. I'm going to fuck your wife and it had better be soon before 
Hanks gets his list ready. You get my meaning?"

Oh yeah I got his meaning all right. Loud and clear.

"So what are we talking about?" I said barely managing not to squeak "Couple 
of time...three or four...what?"

"You have your little wife at my house tonight at seven o'clock and we'll 
negotiate over a glass of wine or two." He made the word negotiate sound 
like four words Tina was going to kill me.

CHAPTER FOUR

Actually Tina took the news better then I would have thought. She glared at 
me and left the room without saying a word. A little while later I heard the 
shower running and soon she came down. She had on a simple red dress, black 
heels but no hose.

"Let's go get this over with," she said in a cool tone of voice.

"Ah, it's a little bit early," I said glancing at my watch. "He just lives a 
little way from here."

"I don't want to sit around waiting," She snapped. "It's bad enough that I 
have to do this. I don't want to have to think about it, too. Drive slow if 
you have to."

At two minutes until seven we were standing at Bass's front door. We each 
took a deep breath and I rang the doorbell.

"Well, right on time," Bass said, opening the door wide, "I like that." He 
glanced at me and then gave Tina a long appraising look. "Now I really like 
that," he said nodding at Tina. "Come on in. Make yourself at home. I have a 
great red wine chilled."

He led us through the living room to another room further down the hall. It 
was paneled and the carpet was deep pile. I was a bit surprised, Bass being 
a bachelor, that the place was spotless and well decorated. I was a bit 
confused at the rooms layout. There was a extra long couch along one wall 
and a table in the middle of the room. It was an unusual looking table. Not 
as tall as a dining table and it was rectangular being about two feet wide 
and four feet long and padded with leather. A bar occupied another wall with 
padded bar stool in front of it. There was another table by the bar and it 
was obviously a card table because there were chips and cards on it. There 
was a sturdy looking coffee table in front of the couch. A large screen TV 
sat in a corner and several chairs scattered about.

Bass went to the bar and poured us a glass of wine and on his return he 
caught me looking at the card table.

"Hey sport," He said smiling, "Cut high card. Double or nothing?"

"I don't think so," I answered, even though I was tempted. How lucky could 
the bastard be anyway?

"Wait a minute," Tina said. "He offering you a chance to wipe out the debt, 
is that what he's saying? All you have to do is draw a higher card then he 
does."

"That's right sweetie," Bass said. "All Smithy has to do is draw a higher 
card then I do and your are debt free. We'll just finish the wine and you 
can go home."

"Or I own him twelve thousand eight hundred," I said. "This could go the 
other way, Tina."

"But what are the odds?" Tina said.

"Fifty-fifty," I answered. "before the draw."

"Oh hell Smithy," Bass said laughing, "I'll make the odds better for you. 
Lets say I draw a five. Now all you have to do is reach in that deck and 
beat the five. Like them odds, sport? Let's say that ace is high. Better?"

Oh hell yes that was better. There were thirty six cards that would beat 
him, three would tie him and only twelve could beat me.

"Do it Dale," Tina said. "He can't win all the time."

I was due, that was for sure. I spread the cards out and took one. I almost 
fainted it was a fucking three of hearts.

"So now you owe me $12,800.00," Bass said without any pleasure in his voice. 
He said it as a matter of fact. "Let's have a chat." He said steering Tina 
and I toward the couch.

Tina and I sat in shocked silence for a few minutes. I glanced down at my 
glass and was surprised to see that it was empty. I had no recollection of 
drinking the wine. Tina's glass was also empty.

Bass got up and went to the bar. He returned a short time later and handed 
us each a tall glass of something. "Here, you both look like you need 
something stronger then wine."

He sat down on the other side of Tina, "So tell me Tina," Bass said, "Do you 
think as highly of your pussy as Smithy does?"

If it hadn't been so damned serious it would have been funny. The look on 
Tina's face was beyond words. Her mouth was moving but no words came out of 
it.

"I mean what price do you put on a good fuck, Tina?" Bass continued. He got 
up and took her empty and went to the bar again. He continued to talk as he 
mixed her another drink. "Now I know you ain't a whore but we really have to 
go to the professionals for advise, don't we? The girls on the street would 
be the low end of the price spectrum. The girls in the penthouses, if we had 
any penthouses around here, would be at the top of the spectrum." He handed 
her the glass and she took a long drink of whatever he was serving her. "Now 
the question is where do you see yourself? Street or penthouse?"

"Penthouse," Tina stammered. "Yes, the penthouse for sure." Her words were 
getting a little slurred.

I certainly agree with that," Bass said. "You are so above the street girls. 
So now all we have to do is but the numbers on it. I'm thinking two hundred, 
maybe two fifty a night."

"Ha," Tina said loudly, "That's bullshit. I read somewhere that some of 
those call girls get two or three thousand dollars a night."

"Oh yes," Bass agreed, "That's true, but you have to remember that they are 
professionals. As we have determined earlier you are not a professional. 
They know exactly how to walk, how to talk and how to give a professional 
night of sex. Tell me Tina, do you suck cock?"

"Yes I do," Tina said glancing at me. "I'm good, too. Tell him Dale. I'm as 
good as any professional."

"How the hell would I know?" I said. I couldn't believe this conversation. 
"I've never had a pro suck me off."

"But you know I'm good. Tell him," Tina insisted. Reminded me of the old 
saying, the worst blowjob I ever had was wonderful.

"She is good," I testified.

"Does she swallow the load or spit it out?" Bass asked. "I hate a splitter. 
Not professional at all."

"I swallow," Tina lied. I couldn't ever remember a single time she 
swallowed.

"Well that's in your favor. How about anal sex. Do you take it up your ass, 
Tina?"

Tina hesitated. I wondered if she was going to lie again. "No," she said 
finally, "I've never done that."

"I see," Bass said. "Not good. Not good at all."

"Hey that don't mean I won't," Tina said. "All I said was I haven't ever."

"Yeah but it means that your would have to be taught. Time consuming, 
sweetie, and time is money. How many times can you go without resting?"

"What do you mean?" Tina asked.

"Can you fuck for an hour without stopping?" Bass inquired.

The confusion was plain on her face. "An hour? What on earth are you talking 
about? Nobody can do that."

"Oh sure they can. Oh sure, I know that ol' Smitty there probably slips it 
in and pounds you for three or four minutes and rolls off and goes to sleep, 
but I can go for much longer. I like to have my women come at least four or 
five times before I blow my load. But even if I only fuck for thirty or 
forty five minutes, what about when I have friends over and want to share 
you with them. You might have to fuck for a couple of hours without 
stopping. Can you do that?"

"Hey wait a minute," I said. "Who said anything about sharing? That ain't 
part of the deal."

"We are working on the deal," Bass said casting a mean eye on me. "Shut the 
fuck up, Smitty." He turned back to a glassy-eyed Tina. "My question is how 
well can you stand up to a marathon fuck session? Now we don't know the 
answers so that's why you can't expect top dollar."

"Well at least a thousand dollars a night," Tina said. "I'm worth that at 
least." Talk about inflation. She had gone from a one shot deal at $6800.00 
to a grand a night.

"I think you might become worth that with time and a great deal of training 
and experience. Not right now. I'll compromise. Lets say $400 a night for 32 
nights and I won't break Smitty's legs." Bass leaned back and watched Tina 
closely. She was deep in thought.

"Let's say $800 a night for 16 nights and you can break his legs if you want 
to," Tina said. This was my wife, my soul mate, talking?

Bass stared at her for a full minute before saying, "Sixteen nights of sex 
anyway I want it. I say jump and you say on who."

"No, not anything you want. I don't like pain and I don't want to be tied up 
and whipped or anything like that. Sixteen nights with no whipping or 
bondage and you can break Dales legs. That's it."


Bass laughed loudly, "Done, Tina! You are one hell of a bargainer. I don't 
think I'll have to bust poor Smitty's legs, but one word of warning. At 
anytime you renege the deal is off. If you back out at anytime before the 16 
nights are over the whole twelve eight is due and payable and I will have my 
money. Is it a deal?"

"Yes it's a deal," Tina said holding out her glass which was empty again.

Bass went to the bar and while he was fixing her drink he said, "Good, we 
got a deal. Now let's see what you got."

Tina was looking at him, her eyes wide. "Come on sweetie," Bass said sitting 
her glass down on the coffee table. "Strip, peel, shuck your clothes. I want 
to see your white titties and your pretty white cunt." He picked up a remote 
unit and started some upbeat music. "A strip tease is in order. This is 
night one." He looked at me. "You can wait in the living room or in the car 
if you want to, Smitty."

I got up and started to leave.

"No way," Tina said. She was on her feet. "He started this crap with his 
stupid bet. Now he can see where it's going. He stays. Sit down Dale."

I sat because I didn't know what else to do. I wasn't at all sure she would 
or could go through with it. Tina moved to the center of the room and began 
to sway with the music which had gotten louder and the lights dimmer. That 
was some kind of remote Bass had.

Tina caught the beat and with amateurish, but determined moves stripped to 
her black panties and bra. Her 36c boobs looked even larger in the shelf bra 
she was wearing. I glanced at Bass. His eyes were fixed on Tina.

CHAPTER FOUR

Bass, without taking his eyes off the swaying Tina, increased the volume of 
the music. Tina struggled a bit with the bra clasp but managed to undo it 
but held the cups over her breasts. The music, by accident or design, 
changes to a pulsating drum and bass selection and Tina caught the beat and 
moved with it. She let one tit fall out of the bra and as she twirled cast 
the bra toward Bass. It fell to his feet unnoticed. His eyes were on her 
bouncing white tits.

Soon Tina was totally nude except for her high heel shoes. She twisted, 
moved and gyrated to the beat of the music. I was both stimulated and 
embarrassed. Excited and thrilled. That Tina would put herself through this 
was beyond belief.

Suddenly the music stopped and so did Tina. She came to a stop directly in 
front of and close to Bass. Her legs were spread and her arms raised. Her 
eyes opened slowly and she had an expression on her beautiful face that I 
had never seen before . It was a look of total rapture. Tina was loving 
this. I had been living with an exhibitionist all this time. My wife, who 
had always been the model of modesty was standing buck naked in front of a 
black stranger and loving it!

Bass reached up and caressed her breast with one hand, then the other. Tina 
arched her back and moaned softly when he grasped both nipples and squeezed. 
I suddenly wanted to be somewhere else. Anywhere else would do. I was sick 
at my stomach and had a frightening erection all at the same time. My mind 
was screaming "run away" but my feet remained motionless.

Bass used her nipples to pull her down to him. He kissed her long and deep 
and Tina gave as good as she got. Bass, while keeping her in a lip lock, 
released her breasts and moved his hands to her butt. His deep dark hands 
made a startling contrast to her white skin. He kneaded and pulled at her 
ass cheeks until he had pulled the cheeks apart. Still kissing, he pushed 
his thumb into her asshole and pushed his fingers into her pussy. Tina was 
quivering and shaking as if she had a fever.

Bass suddenly released Tina and stood up. "Take my cock out, Tina," he said 
his normally deep voice was raspy with passion. "Take it out and worship it 
with your mouth."

Tina, wordlessly kneeled and unfastened his belt and unzipped his pants. She 
struggled to get his pants down over his hips. She reared back when his cock 
sprang free of confinement. Bass had a monster for a cock. Tina uttered the 
first words since she ordered me to sit down.

"Oh my God!" she said when the giant cock was released. "Is that thing for 
real?"

"Yes it is," Bass said with a smile. "It is for real and it is for you. Suck 
it and make it hard."

"You mean it's not?" Tina asked. "Does it get bigger? I'm not sure I can 
take this thing."

"Naw, but it will get harder and you can take it. You will take it. Your 
pussy will stretch to accommodate my cock without any trouble." Bass said.

"This has got to be the biggest thing in the world," Tina said, stroking his 
ebony pole.

"No way," Bass laughed. "There are much bigger cocks around. I'm only nine 
and a half inches long and eight inches around. You'll meet bigger cocks 
soon."

"I'm not sure I want to meet anything bigger," She said as she leaned over 
and kissed the tip of his dick. I wanted to cry and jack off all at the same 
time. I had heard of mixed emotions but until then I didn't know what it 
meant. Tina took the tip of his cock into her mouth and slowly but surely 
worked nearly half of his cock in.

I guess his knees got week because after about ten minutes of her oral 
administrations he sat down on the couch. Tina never let go of his cock from 
the moment it leaped out at her. It was as if I were watching a stranger 
engage in sex. This was not the Tina I married.

"That's it Baby," Bass said softly, "You got it now. Work that magic on my 
dick." Tina wan on her knees in front of him. From where I sat I could see 
her sucking on his black cock. As I watched, fascinated, Tina's eyes met 
mine for an instant and it was at that moment I realized that she was 
stoned. Bass must have given her something in her drink

"Okay Baby," Bass said after a while. "Time for you to get fucked. You 
ready?" He helped her to her feet and put his legs between hers. "Climb on 
board the blacksnake express and hang on for the ride of your life." Tina 
was astraddle him and while he held his massive cock upright Tina lowered 
herself down to where it waited

"You don't have to do this, Tina," I croaked, "I'll find the money 
somewhere."

She looked over at me and wordlessly helped Bass aim his manhood toward her 
glistening pussy. I leaped to my feet and staggered toward the couple and as 
I approached I could see his ebony rod enter her. Just the tip, then an 
inch, and slowly but surly she eased down on his entire length. I stood in 
shocked silence as I watched her take him into her. She leaned toward him 
and wiggled her butt to get the very last of his cock in her pussy. I could 
here her moaning and sobbing and saying, "My God...My God," over and over 
again.

"Give it a minute Baby," Bass said, "How does it feel?"

"Good," Tina gasped, "Good...oh so damned good. I ... ah...Oh God, I feel so 
full!"

Bass started bucking her slowly at first then after a while he was bouncing 
her good. Nearly half of his cock came out and went back in her pussy. 
Suddenly he grasped her ass and lifted her up until his cock nearly came all 
the way out and then he slammed her back down on to it. Tina screamed in 
sheer delight. My little wife was getting a royal fucking.

I managed to get to a chair across from the entangled couple and slumped 
down onto it. My legs didn't want to hold me up any longer.

"You like this black fucking, Tina?" Bass asked Tina mumbled something I 
could make out. "Tell me if you like this hard black cock in your cunt." He 
demanded.

"Yes I like it," Tina gasped, "I like it."

"All right tell me what you want." Bass said.

"Keep doing it," Tina said

"Keep doing what?"

"Keep ...keep...FUCKING ME!" she screamed as an orgasm hit her.

After about twenty minutes of that they slowed down. Tina had three or four 
more orgasms. Bass, without removing his cock, rolled her over on her back 
and slow fucked her that way a while. Then he lifted her left leg and put it 
on the back of the couch. Then he pushed her other leg up and back until her 
knee was beside her head. He began to long stroke her in that position. Tina 
was groaning, moaning and sobbing from her passion. All of a sudden she 
begin to shake and tremble and her eyes rolled back in her head and she 
reached a constant state of orgasm. I could help myself I took my small, by 
comparison, dick out and jacked-off. I took some small satisfaction that I 
came on Bass's carpet. I looked over at them. Bass was still stroking it and 
Tina seemed to be comatose but vocal.

There didn't seem to be any reason to stay so I left. Neither Tina or Bass 
seem to know when I left. I went home to an empty bed.

Chapter 02: Tina's Story

At first I was so mad at my husband I wanted to kill him. That night he told 
be about the bet he had made and how much he owed I was devastated. I was 
out of work so the only income we had was Dale's, and while it was enough to 
pay the bills we sure didn't have any extra.

Dale was right about my sister Patti. As much as I hate to admit it she is a 
slut and she would have jumped at the chance to get with Dale's creditor. It 
was typical with Patti that when I needed her she was out of the country.

That night after Dale had gone to bed I walked around the house just looking 
at things. At some point I reached a decision. I was not going to lose this 
house. If sex with some black man was what it would take then so be it, but 
it would by my rules.

The next day Dale came home and told me that we were going to meet this Bass 
and discuss the deal. Well I was going to tell that man a few things. While 
taking a shower I though of all the things I was going to tell him and the 
rules that he had to live by. A few hours later I discovered that I wasn't 
making the rules and I never did tell him what I was going to tell him.

Bass is a good looking man and within a few minutes of our meeting he let me 
know he was in charge. I thought that I would have to have sex with him one, 
maybe two times but I settled on sixteen. After the first night with Bass I 
had thoughts that maybe I screwed up. I should have insisted on thirty two 
nights. The man does know what he's doing. I didn't tell Dale but that night 
was, without a doubt, the best sex I had ever had or even dreamed about.

Bass made me dance bare-assed naked for him and I made Dale stay and watch. 
At some point Dale left. I remember seeing him there while Bass made love to 
me. That's not really accurate. Bass didn't make love to me; he fucked me. I 
didn't know the difference until that night. What we did was just pure raw 
sex. Anyway at some point Dale got up and went home. Bass took me home at 
three thirty in the morning. Bass had me flying within an hour of our 
meeting and frankly I didn't come down until the next day.

I woke up long after Dale had gone to work. I lay there in the bed thinking 
about the things Bass had done to be the night before. I honestly don't 
think there was a position that we didn't do, and some of them I had never 
dreamed of. Most of the time I was with Bass he had his big thing in some 
opening of my body. He made me do things I didn't think I would ever do. 
Being honest with myself is something I'm proud of, so honestly there wasn't 
anything he did to me or made me do to him that I didn't like. He didn't 
screw me anally, but he used his fingers there and his tongue. I was ready 
for him to shove that big dick in my butt, but he laughed and said he was 
saving it for a special occasion. I don't know what he meant but I'm ready.

Laying there I began to get hot. My puss was begging for attention, so I did 
something I had not done since grade school, I played with myself. After I 
had done that I got up and took a shower. There was dried come all over me, 
in every nook and cranny. I hadn't showered after Bass brought me home. 
Frankly I was just too worn out to bother.

While I had some coffee I tried to get my mind off the previous nights 
sexcapades. My main concern was Dale and how he was going to handle this 
situation. I felt a little ashamed that I had insisted that he stay and 
watch. It was his fault but that wasn't much of an excuse for me being an 
ass about it. I had decided to see if I could make it up to him someway.

I stayed busy the rest of the day cleaning the house and doing the wash but 
my mind did wander back to Bass and his wonderful...well, cock. He insisted 
that I call it that and it seems to fit better then "thing" or even dick. As 
I ran the carpet sweeper I put the handle down near my crotch and let my 
evil mind wander. I had always thought that Dale was a good lover, but now 
that I some comparison, I would have to say that Dale was just adequate. 
Bass just didn't quit. Even after he ejaculated he didn't get completely 
soft. I honestly don't remember ever having a climax with Dale that was as 
good as I did with Bass. I don't even remember how many time I came, but it 
was many, many times. At least two dozen big ones.

Before Dale got home I took a quick shower and put on fresh makeup and clean 
clothes. I didn't know what to expect but I wanted to look nice for him.

"I'm home," Dale said coming in the back door.

"Hi honey," I said. "Did you have a nice day?"

"I guess," He said putting his lunch box on the counter. "At least I still 
have a job. Hanks said that he was letting one man from each crew go. I 
wasn't one of them. At least so far."

"That's good, isn't it?" I said.

"Yeah," Dale said, getting a beer out of the refrigerator. "You want one?"

I told him I did and he handed me a cold beer and sat down at the table. 
"How was your day?

"Good," I told him. "I got the house cleaned up and the wash done."

He took a sip of beer and nodded. "I guess that about takes care of the 
small talk, don't it?"

I nodded.

"Well are we going to talk about what happened last night or are we going to 
waltz around it?" Dale asked.

"I guess we had better talk about it," I said. "Dale I..."

"Tina I'm so sorry," Dale said interrupting my apology. "I'd give my left 
nut if you didn't have to do this thing with Bass. I know it's all my fault 
and I don't expect you to forgive me."

Well I didn't know what to say to that. After a moment I took his hand in 
mine and said, "Shit happens Dale. That's what you always say isn't it? We 
will get through this thing together, honey. We will."

Poor Dale looked like he was going to cry. I felt miserable especially after 
thinking about Bass and his magic cock all day.

"You are the greatest wife a man could have," Dale said his eyes filling up 
with tears. "I a rotten person and you are an angel. You went through hell 
and never opened your mouth to complain."

"You are not rotten," I told him. "You made a mistake, that's all."

"No I'm rotten to the core," Dale said. "You don't know what I did."

"What do you mean? What did you do?" I asked. Now I was worried.

"I jacked-off," Dale said. "While Bass was fucking you I beat my meat. I did 
it again when I got home."

Now I was at a complete loss. What the hell did this mean? I got up and 
wiped off the rings the beer cans had left on the table.

I sat back down and looked at him. "Tell me about it."

"When you were dancing for Bass," Dale stammered. "I got a boner. I felt 
sick to my stomach, but I was excited too. I almost came in my pants when he 
started finger fucking you. Then when he was fucking you...you know when you 
were on his lap and he was slamming into you, I took my cock out and whacked 
off. Right there in his den." He rolled the cold can across his forehead. "I 
don't know, Tina," he said sounding miserable, "Hell, I've had a hard on all 
day just thinking about it."

"You're hard right now aren't you?" I asked softly, taking his hand in mine. 
He nodded, not looking at me. I got up and went around the table and stood 
in front of him. I raised my skirt up, "Do you want to see where Bass stuck 
his big cock, Dale?"

In a flash Dale jerked my panties down and had his tongue in my pussy. After 
a while he picked me up and sat me on the edge of the kitchen table where he 
could get to me better. Dale loves oral sex and is very good at it. I came 
within a few minutes, but then again I had been ready to come all day. Dale 
fucked me on the table, on the couch and on the stairway. Later we made love 
in our bed. I felt better about things now. We were going to be all right 
after all.

CHAPTER SEVEN

It wasn't long before Bass sent word by Dale that he wanted to see me. He 
said for me to be there Saturday night at eight o'clock. Husband optional, 
he said.

"Do you want to go?" I asked Dale.

Dale got a funny look on his face then laughed, "Yeah I guess," he admitted, 
his face red. "For a while anyway. I'll probably leave before that big dick 
bastard gets through with you." We laughed about it and had great sex that 
night..

Dale and I arrived at his house a little before eight in the evening. Bass 
welcomed us and we went straight to the den, or playroom, as Bass called it.

"So, Tina," Bass said, "Ready for another night of bliss?" Actually I was 
but I didn't want that arrogant bastard to know it.

"Whatever," I said.

"Good," Bass said, as if I had agreed whole heartily with him. "I want to 
show you both something." He turned the big TV on and pushed a button on the 
remote. Suddenly on the giant screen was me, Tina Smithson, dancing and 
stripping to a jungle beat. While I watched, with my mouth hanging open, I 
knelt and gave his large cock a tongue lashing and then climbed on him and 
got fucked. It was raw and inhibited sex and I was aroused in spite of the 
situation.

"Bass, no one said anything about video taping these...ah...sessions," Dale 
said. My loving husbands voice was husky.

"Aw, don't get your panties in a wad, Smithy," Bass said. "It's just for us 
to enjoy. You want a copy for your own?" Dale nodded and looked around for 
the camera or cameras. From the different angles there must have been 
several.

"You sell them," Dale said without much conviction in his voice, " and I'll 
sue the hell out of you."

Bass just smiled at Dale. He didn't seemed too worried about Dale's threat. 
Actually I had seem much worse as to quality and content. In fact I looked 
pretty damned hot, if I do say so myself.

"We'll add to it, tonight," Bass said from behind the bar. "How about 
something cold, wet and alcoholic?"

I have never been much of a drinker, but the suggestion seemed like a good 
one. In spite of having been there and done that, I was a little nervous.

After Bass had delivered the drinks we sat and watched the video. There was 
a good shot of Dale jerking off. Bass laughed and Dale turned bright red.

"Hey Sport," Bass said reaching around me to fondle my breast. "I hope you 
brought a handkerchief this time. If you didn't there is some tissue on that 
table over there. Quit coming on my carpet."

Blushing, Dale just nodded. Bass was working my nipple and it felt good. It 
was strange watching myself on the TV. It was almost like watching a 
stranger in a porno flick but not quite the same either. It was weird and it 
was exciting. Bass managed to get my blouse off and had simply pulled by bra 
up over my titties. That wasn't comfortable so I took the bra the rest of 
the way off.

It wasn't long before Bass had me completely naked and so was he. His black 
pole was sticking straight up. I noticed that Dale was trying to divide his 
attention between the video and the live action. The video stuff was new to 
him as he had left before this part took place. It was where Bass had 
carried me to a padded table and had laid me on my back and was pounding me 
hard. Watching, I could almost feel his stiff cock in me again.

"Baby, why don't you suck my cock?" Bass suggested. There wasn't any good 
reason except I wanted to watch me in action, but I complied with his 
request. The real thing is better then video, anyway. I wasn't sure if Dale 
wanted a copy of the tape or not, but I certainly did. Apparently I wasn't 
going to get to see it now.

I wasn't sure if it was my imagination or not, but Bass' cock seemed hotter 
then Dale's. Really, it seemed to have heat coming out of it that was hotter 
then the rest of Bass and a lot hotter then my own body, although I was 
heating up fast.

I had to smile as I sucked that hot, hard, ebony pole. I wasn't smiling 
because of that; I was smiling because I was listening to the sounds coming 
from the TV. I wasn't aware that I was ever that vocal. Besides the groans, 
the moans, the screaming, and grunting, and there were a lot of them, it was 
my own voice yelling at Bass to fuck me. I did a lot of that and that was 
funny because "fuck" isn't a word that I ever used. Bass insisted that I use 
the F word. He had made me say it over and over again until soon it became 
natural to say it.

"Okay Baby," Bass said, lifting my head from his cock. "That's enough of 
that for now. I want you to turn around so that you are facing Smithy and 
climb upon my cock. Let him see you put my black cock in your white cunt. I 
want ol Smitty to get a good show tonight. I want him to see you pretty 
white tits bouncing while you fuck yourself with my cock."

I got up and turned around toward my husband who was watching us, his eyes 
wide. I backed up and straddled Bass' legs. I reached back and took his 
throbbing cock and sat back until I felt the head of it touch my pussy.

"Put it in," Bass commanded "Put my cock in your cunt." I did as he 
commanded and when the head slipped into my sopping wet puss I felt a shiver 
quickly followed by a warm feeling that started at the top of my head and 
flooded my whole body. When I sat back and let his cock enter me I reached a 
climax and that was followed by two more. Not grand ones, but nice. I set 
down completely and raised back up and back down. Each time it felt like 
Bass was going deeper and deeper into me. I was doing exactly what Bass had 
said to do. I was fucking myself using his cock.

It was nearly midnight when Bass called a rest break. Dale had left and I 
didn't know when he did so. I found myself hoping that he had enjoyed the 
show. I know I enjoyed it very much.

Bass had left the room and I was just about to doze off when he came back. 
"Come on lazy bones," Bass said tugging on one of my nipples. Let's go."

"Where?" I asked. "You said we were going to rest."

"I did," he laughed. "We can rest in the hot tub, can't we? I have it ready 
for us."

Indeed we could and indeed we did. It was heavenly. I had been using muscles 
I hadn't used before and I was getting stiff. The hot water soothed me. I 
think I would have gone to sleep if Bass had kept fooling with me.

"So do you still like my black cock?" he asked me.

"un huh," I answered, knowing that was what he wanted to hear. I wasn't 
lying because I did like his black cock. Whatever else Bass was, he was a 
great lover. There was just no quit in the man.

"You are turning into quite the black cock slut, Tina," He said stroking my 
breast. I wasn't overly fond of the term slut. I was doing only what I had 
to do.

CHAPTER EIGHT

On Thursday evening Dale asked, "Honey is tomorrow night good for you?".

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"Bass wants you to be a hostess for his Friday night poker party," Dale said 
casually.

I thought about it and said, "Sure, why not if that's how he wants to use 
the nights he has coming." I had to admit to myself that I considered myself 
a cut above a "hostess." This would be the third night for Bass. We had to 
take off the previous week end. Wrong time of the month. Dale said Bass 
wasn't too happy about it, but there wasn't much he could do about it. To be 
truthful, I sort of missed the sex myself. "What am I supposed to do, serve 
his cronies beer and chips?"

Dale grinned at me sheepishly, "No I don't think that's all he has in mind.. 
Even though I've sworn of betting for good, I'd be willing to bet that there 
won't be much card playing."

"I don't understand," I said. "What do you mean"

"Well, I think you'll be serving pussy to Bass and his cronies," Dale said.

"I still don't get it," I said. "Is it a poker party or not? I...Oh you 
mean...Oh..." I was angry, nervous, apprehensive, and in keeping with my 
policy of truthfulness, and in spite of myself, excited. The thought of 
being passed around to several men was heady stuff.

I busied myself in the kitchen for a while. I needed time to myself. I 
needed time to think about this situation. After a while I came to terms 
with it and decided that thinking about what I didn't have any control over 
was a waste of time.

"What time are we supposed to be there?" I asked Dale.

"I'll drop you off at seven," Dale said. "I won't be there this time, Tina."

When I protested that I wasn't sure about being there with a bunch of 
strangers, Dale explained. "Some of these guys work with me and Bass," Dale 
said. "Nobody at work knows anything about this deal. I'd like to keep it 
that way."

I could see his point but I still wasn't too happy about it. I suggested a 
disguise,

"I don't think that would work," Dale said with a laugh. "I suppose that all 
of the players will be black. I think I'd sort of stick out. You'll be all 
right. Bass is a prick, but he won't let anything happen to you. I guess 
I'll just have to wait until you get home for a blow by blow report."

Humm, all black, huh? More for me to ponder. I would be a nervous wreck by 
tomorrow night, If tomorrow night would ever come.

CHAPTER NINE

Tomorrow night did finally come. I spent most of the day arguing with 
myself..."No I wouldn't do it and then yes I had to do it." It wasn't until 
mid afternoon that I realized that in spite of the apprehension and the 
anxiety, I was moist. My puss was wet. I arrived at the bottom line. I 
wanted to go to the poker party. I wanted to flirt and tease strange black 
men. I wasn't at all sure what was expected of me, but by dammit I was 
ready.

When Dale got home from work I was bathed, shaved and not dressed. I didn't 
know what to wear.

"Don't worry about it, honey," Dale said. "Bass said he had an outfit all 
ready for you. He said all you had to do was show up."

Dale dropped me off in front of Bass' house at exactly seven o'clock. Bass 
opened the door before I could ring the bell. "Hey sweet thing," He said, "I 
was wondering if you would make it tonight."

"Why?" I asked. "Why wouldn't I?"

"Beats me," He said grinning, "Come on in. We got a few things to talk 
about."

I followed him to the kitchen. "First," He said pointing to a pantry. "Chips 
in there and beer in the refrigerator. Dip in there, too. Any questions?"

"So I am going to be a server?" I said.

"No, you're going to be the hostess," Bass said. "Hostess with the mostess. 
Come on I'll show you your uniform."

I followed him to the bed room. The uniform was the most outrageous thing I 
had ever seem. There wasn't anything to it. The top was so small it barely 
covered my nipples the skirt was so short you could see the bottoms of my 
butt cheeks.

"Aren't there supposed to be some panties with this thing?" I asked Bass. 
The grinning ape sat on the bed and watched me try to get the outfit on.

"Yeah, but I threw them away. I figured you wouldn't need them.?" He said.

"Bass, I can't bend over in this thing. My ass will show. Tell me you don't 
intend for me to actually wear this."

"Don't worry, you will be the hit of the party," Bass said. "I guarantee 
it." He glanced at his watch. "The boys will be showing up soon. Why don't 
you suck on my cock until they do?"

I knelt down beside the bed and took his magnificent rod out of his pants. 
Bass never wore underwear which made it easier.

"You like that baby?" Bass asked as my head bobbed up and down on his dick. 
I didn't remove my mouth to answer "You have become a mighty fine 
cocksucker. You have a velvet mouth. A real talent. I think the boys are 
going to like you a lot."

Well I sure was surprised. I had a small orgasm while I sucked him off. Now 
that had never happened before. I could tell that Bass was about to come. I 
had cupped his balls with my free hand and I could feel them beginning to 
tighten up. Before he shot off the door bell rang and Bass gently lifted my 
head off of him.

"More later Baby girl," He said. "You got me primed and that's enough for 
now. Like I told you, stay in the kitchen until I call for you to come in. 
It's show time."

While Bass went down the hall to get the door I went into the kitchen. I 
could hear boisterous talk and laughter as the men went down the hall to the 
playroom. My heart was racing a mile a minute. The intercom was on so I 
could hear them talking.

"Hey Bass," a voice said, "I hear you got some new squeeze. Is that so?"

"Yeah, I heard it too." Another voice said "Hear she some white slut."

"What's the story Bass?" a voice asked. "She any good?"

"Now boys," Bass' voice said. "You know I ain't one to kiss and tell."

That statement was met with a lot of laughter and chatter.

"Okay," Bass said. "I'll tell you this much. Best pussy I ever had and you 
boys know I've had a lot of pussy. She tight and she's talented. Loves to 
fuck and loves to suck."

His words caused my stomach to flutter. I don't know why I felt a bizarre 
pride in them.

"Man oh man," a voice said. "She sounds mighty good. Does she take it up the 
ass?"

"Well it's a funny thing you should mention that," Bass said. "She's still a 
virgin as far as her ass. I been thinking I might sell it to the highest 
bidder."

A laughing voice said, "You got a standing bid of five hundred dollars from 
me."

"When we going to meet this babe?" another voice asked.

"Soon," Bass said. "You boys want some beer?"

My cue. I got the tray with the beer on it and went down the hall. Bass had 
called it. Show time.

Just as I walked into the room Bass said, "Gentlemen this is Roxie." That 
was news to me but far be it from me to argue with the director.

There was a hush that fell over the room. Ten eyes staring at me. Twelve if 
Bass was looking. I couldn't see him and the other five at the same time.

"Damn man, she's fine," one of the men said.

"No sir," another one said wetting his lips. "Fine just don't do the bitch 
justice."

"Bass where on earth did you find this creature?" The heavy set one said. He 
was sitting directly in front of me at the table. "I raise my bid to a 
grand."

"Shit man," a slim coffee colored man at the end of the table said, "I'd 
give that much just to get seconds."

"Well boys," Bass said taking my arm and steering me toward the table, 
"We'll discuss that later. Roxie, that man on the end is Marcus Talent. 
Marcus is a producer, a director and sometimes an actor. Next to Marcus is 
Hal Marks. Hal is in the wholesale business. The man sitting next to him is 
Clive Hanks. Clive is in the transportation business. Next to Clive is Billy 
Boy Smith. Billy is...hell Billy what are you calling a pimp these days?

"I'm an agent," Billy boy said. "I find out where the demand is and I 
supply, and sugar you can go to work for me any day."

"Agent? Okay if you say so," Bass said with a laugh. "Next to Billy is 
Roscoe Bender. Roscoe is...was, in the protection business. Roscoe has been 
away for a while. How long have you been out Roscoe?"

Roscoe was a large, but not fat, man with coal black skin. He was completely 
bald and his head gleamed in the light. He wore dark glasses which he took 
off to glance at his watch. "Six and a half hours, more or less. The bitch 
just going to hold that beer or is she going to hand 'em out?"

Bass nudged me and I took the man his beer. When I got closer I could see 
that he had eyes like a snake. Cold, piercing eyes that didn't blink. I felt 
a shiver overtake me as he stared at me. Fear, excitement, or some 
combination of both I guess. I took the other men their beer.

"Come over here, Roxie," Bass said from his place at the table. I went over 
to him. "Have a seat," Bass said indicating his lap. I sat and Bass put his 
arm around me and cupped my breast. "Hey Roscoe," Bass said while stroking 
my boob. "How long has it been since you had a woman?"

"Two years, two months, fifteen days and..." he glanced at his watch again. 
"Six and a half hour, more or less. A long damned time." His voice sounded 
flat and lifeless.

"Well then you'll be glad to know that Roxie here loved black cock more than 
anything in the world. Ain't that right Roxie?"

I didn't know what to say. My voice had left me anyway. Bass pinched my 
nipple causing me to start talking.

"Yes that's right," I croaked.

"Then tell the man," Bass insisted.

"I love black cock," I said more firmly then I would have thought possible.

"Now ol' Roscoe ain't had no pussy in a long time," Bass said. "You think 
you may be able to help him out?"

I nodded and felt Bass searching for that nipple again, "Yes I can help," I 
said quickly.

"Good," Bass said. He reached behind me and unfastened the top, letting it 
fall to the floor. I could hear the men sitting at the table gasp when my 
titties came into view. "I though you might be able to help the brother out. 
But that's later. We're going to play some cards right now. You go get us 
another round of beer and when you come back I want to see them tits 
bounce."

I got unsteadily to my feet and made for the door. "Roxie, stop," Bass 
commanded. "Bend over and pick that up off the floor."

I didn't have any idea what he wanted me to pick up but I knew what he 
wanted. I bent over and felt the short skirt rise up. I knew the six men 
could see my puffy pussy when I did. I made the "pick-up" a long slow 
process.

In the kitchen I hurried to the freezer and got some ice to put on my face. 
I knew it was red because I could feel the heat.

"Man that is some fine looking gash you got there, Bass," I heard one of the 
men say over the intercom. I thought it was the fat one Bass called Billy 
Boy.

"I sure have to agree with the fat man," another voice said. "I assume that 
Roscoe is going to tap that but what about the rest of us?"

"Now it remains to be seen if Roscoe get to dip his wick or not," Bass said. 
"Like I said we are here to play poker. I'm looking for the ante and I don't 
see one."

"I see," a voice said, "Just how much ante are you thinking?"

"Well now seeing that the floor show is kinda expensive to produce, I'm 
thinkin' three grand apiece."

"And just what does that ante get us," a voice asked. "And what the fuck's 
her story?"

"Everything and anything except her ass. That's up for a separate bid," Bass 
answered. "She a married lady who up till a couple weeks back hadn't even 
seen another man's cock let alone fucked one. I'm the first man to tap that 
since the honeymoon. I didn't lie. She is a great fuck. Gives a man a damned 
good ride. I think you'll find you like suburban pussy, boys Ante up.."

That son of a bitch was selling me like some kind of whore!

"I got her ass," the lifeless voice of Roscoe Bender said. "Five grand and 
that damned well better be top bid." There didn't seem to be any other bids.

"I'm in," Billy Boy voice said. It was followed by the others

"Hey bouncy tits," Bass said raising his voice. "We could use that beer 
now."

I filled the tray and hurried back to the playroom making sure to walk 
heavily on my heels. Every woman knows that you can make your boobs bounce 
that way even with a bra, which wasn't a problem for topless me.

When I sat the beer down at each place Bass made me give each man a kiss. 
Not just a peck but an open mouth, tongue tangling, spit swapping kiss. 
Without exception they felt me up while we kissed. By the time I got to 
Roscoe Bender I was steaming hot.

"Sit down here on my lap," Bender said. "Let's do this right." As I 
approached him he jerked the little skirt off. I was mother naked except for 
the high heels. I sat across his lap and he bent me back and kissed me. I 
felt like I had wandered into a giant, warm vacuum cleaner. I had heard the 
term "suck-face" but until that moment I had no idea. While he sucked my 
face his hand went to my pussy. He put one finger deep into my wet puss then 
two fingers. I came twice while he did that.

"How's this going to work," Roscoe said when he decided to come up for air. 
"We going to fuck her here or somewhere else?"

"Anywhere you want to," Bass said. "You the man paying the freight. On the 
table over there, the floor, the couch, in the kitchen on the fucking stove 
for all I care. Of course the rest of us would like to see it when you take 
her ass." There was a course of agreements to that statement. "You can use a 
bedroom if you don't want any spectators."

"I could care less if you pricks want to watch," Bender snarled. "I want to 
fuck and fuck now." He stood up with me still on him. He didn't even take 
his fingers out as he carried me to the couch.

Roscoe sat me down and the couch and quickly stripped off his clothing. I 
breathed a sigh of relief when I saw his manhood. He wasn't much larger then 
Dale and certainly not as large as Bass. I had envisioned something the size 
of a stovepipe in my poor bottom.

"She's a pretty good cocksucker," Bass said. I suddenly was aware that all 
the men had gathered around the couch.

"I ain't got time for that shit," Bender said. "Later she can suck me up. I 
want to fuck." He dove at me knocking me back on the couch. He roughly 
spread my legs and with one swift move entered me causing me to grunt with 
surprise and from the force of his entry. Bender started stroking in and out 
and he was going like a house afire. I came within a minute and again 
several times before I felt him squirt in me. He moaned as he fell across me 
and lay still for several minutes.

"Anybody up for sloppy seconds?" Bass asked when Bender got off of me.

"Yeah that would be me," the man called Hal Marks said. All of the men were 
naked. Some of them were slowly stroking themselves. I didn't have time to 
check all of them out because Marks was soon deep in me and fucking me like 
there was no tomorrow. He lasted longer then Bender and caused me to have 
several mini-orgasms and one big one. While Marks was doing me I felt 
something at my mouth. I opened my eyes to see a huge black cock. I opened 
my mouth and took it in. Another first for Tina Smithson who is also known 
as Roxie the slut.

CHAPTER TEN

When Marks came and dismounted Bass told me to go shower. I managed to wash 
about a pint of come out of me and when I finished showering I went back to 
the play room wearing only a robe.

The men were watching the giant TV. They were watching me and Bass. I had a 
moment of fear.

Bass met me at the door and whispered, "Don't worry, sweet puss. I edited 
ol' Smity out of that video. It's just you and me, Babe." Bass led me to the 
padded table that I had come to know well. He took the robe off and sat me 
up on the table. "Any body want to eat some fresh cunt?" he asked the group.

"That would be me," Marcus Talent said. "Man that won't eat pussy don't 
deserve no pussy. That's what I always say." He pushed me back and spread my 
legs. Marcus was a talented man when it came to oral sex. He had me flying 
within a few minutes. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of having 
my clit sucked and nibbled. I knew without opening my eyes that one of them 
had his dick at my mouth. I opened it and sure enough there was a delicious 
cock waiting for me to suck.

"You fucker feel free to stick a finger or two up her ass," Bender said. 
"I'm going to fuck it soon and it might help her to have it stretched a 
bit."

I heard Bass say he had plenty of lube. The bastards were discussing me like 
I was a piece of meat and I was loving it. I was beginning to suspect that 
Bass might be right. Maybe I was a slut.

After a while Marcus exchanged his tongue for his cock. I kept sucking the 
cock in my mouth. It was Hanks that I was sucking. I did manage to get my 
eyes open long enough to determine that. The son of a bitch came in my mouth 
without any warning at all. I choked but managed to swallow his come. It was 
strange because just as Hanks shot off in my mouth I felt Marcus eject in my 
pussy. These two men had a keen sense of timing.

I showered two more times before midnight. When I came out the last time 
Bass was waiting for me. "All right, Roxie," He said. "Bend over and grab 
you ankles. I got something for you."

"What?" I asked.

"I have a suppository that will help you. Roscoe is going to take your ass 
cherry in a few minutes. This will cause your muscles to relax. Won't hurt 
that way."

"Are you sure?" I asked bending over. "You positive it won't hurt?"

"Sure I'm sure." He said sticking the cold suppository in my rectum. "Are 
you having a good time?"

I didn't see any point in lying about it. Any fool could see that I was 
having a good time so I told him the truth.

"Now Baby girl," Bass said seriously, "After Roscoe fucks your ass the 
others are going to fuck it, too. If it get to be more then you can handle 
you tell me and I'll put a stop to it."

I felt a rush of affection for Bass. It was another first in a night of many 
firsts. I told him I appreciated it. He took me back to the playroom.

The men were watching the video again and there was a atmosphere of 
expectation in the room. I felt it as soon as I walked through the door. 
Five pairs of eyes fixed on me and I once again felt that flutter of 
apprehension in the pit of my belly. For some strange reason they all looked 
like complete strangers to me. It was strange because each of them I had 
kissed, hugged, and taken into my body. All acts of great intimacy. These 
strangers had explored every inch of my body.

"Welcome back Sweets," Marcus Talent said with a big grin. "We've been 
waiting for you. Bender especially. I got to tell you, you are a great piece 
of ass. Bass didn't mislead us on that."

Then just as suddenly as it had came the feeling changed. I now felt that I 
was with friends. These men were my friends, my lovers, my masters. I went 
over to Marcus, making sure that my boobs bounced and swayed with each step. 
I knelt down beside him, bent over and kissed the head his semi erect cock. 
"Thank you Marcus," I said. Then I went to each of them and kissed their 
cocks.

It's strange that they each have a different size, shape and taste to their 
cock. Billy Boy Smith, the pimp, had the largest cock in the bunch. I know I 
have a limited range of experience to judge but I guessed that his cock was 
about eight and a half inches and as big around as a coke can. Clive Hanks 
tool had a sweet taste to it. Hal Marks' cock had a slight bend in it. He 
was almost as big as Billy Boy. But Bass was still the winner when it came 
to staying power. He could out last the others two to one.



Roscoe Bender didn't look as mean and as cold as he did at first, but he 
still frightened me a little. When I kissed his cock I opened my mouth and 
took as much of him as I could. He actually smiled at me. The last cock to 
be kissed was Bass. I sucked him a little too. Fair is fair.

It wasn't long before I was passed from man to man. More kissing and 
feeling. Fingers on my nipples, in my pussy and butt and it didn't take very 
much of that activity to get me hot again, not that I had cooled off very 
much. "Okay," I managed to say, "Somebody fuck me." Billy boy Smith took me 
to the coffee table. Someone had arranged some cautions on it.

"On your knees, Sweetmeat," he said pushing me down onto the table. He 
didn't waste a lot of time. The next thing I knew he was in me all the way. 
He held me in place by my hips, not that I had any intention of crawling 
away. It felt heavenly. Billy boy slow fucked me for about ten minutes and 
then he with drew causing me to yelp. I didn't even have a chance to protest 
before I felt another pair of hands on my hips. Another cock was rammed into 
me. I was fast fucked for about three minutes and that cock was replaced 
with another. They all took turns with me for nearly an hour. I was in a 
constant state of orgasm. For the life of me I didn't know when one stopped 
and another started.

"It's time baby girl," Bass whispered. "Ass busting time. You ready?"

I nodded. I was ready for anything. I just wanted the feelings to keep 
going. I felt something cold on my butt hole. I could tell that someone was 
rubbing something on me but most of the feeling was gone from that area. I 
felt a finger, then two enter my rectum. When the fingers were withdrawn I 
felt the pressure of a cock pushing against me .

"Relax baby," a voice said. It was Roscoe Bender who had arrived to collect 
his cherry. "Push back." Then he was in my ass. There was not much pain, 
just a feeling of being very full. Roscoe slow stroked me for a few minutes, 
easy and gentle. Soon, however he picked up the tempo and started to really 
get into it. It still didn't hurt, in fact it was beginning to feel pretty 
good. Roscoe reached around me and grasped my clitoris and roughly pulled at 
it. It hurt for a fleeting second then felt wonderful. I felt another orgasm 
coming and when it arrived it was a grand slam. I think I may have passed 
out for an instant. Roscoe was now pounding me hard and rubbing my clit at 
the same time and I had another big climax.

"I knew it!" I heard Bass say loudly. "This bitch is a natural. Listen to 
her squeal. She loves this shit."

"Yeah man you got a winner here. This whore loves to fuck. She's my kind of 
woman. Reckon you might loan her out?" It was Billy Boy talking.

"Might be arranged," Bass said. "If you got the cash I can furnish the 
gash."

At that moment I didn't really care what Bass did with me. I was having the 
time of my life. I heard Roscoe's grunting getting louder and I knew he was 
about to shoot a load in my butt. A moment later he did with a loud 
whooshing sound. I came again when he did.

When Roscoe pulled out his cock was replaced with another. Again they each 
took a turn at my ass. In all honesty the last two were not as much fun as 
the others. My bottom was getting a bit raw.

Before the night was over I was fucked in every hole that the guys could get 
their dicks into. But the highlight of the night was when Bass suggested 
that they make me airtight. I soon found out what that meant. Hanks lay down 
on the table and they helped he up on him. When he was in me, Marcus pushed 
his cock into my butt. I was sandwiched between the two men. When Bass 
presented his cock for me to suck, I got it. I was airtight for sure. They 
did this twice with a different crew for each time. It was a blast.

It was nearly four o'clock in the morning when Bass got me home. Dale was 
excited and wanted to know details, but I was just too damned tired to tell 
him. I had showered before I left Bass' place so I just crawled into the 
bed. Just as I dozed off I saw Dale standing beside the bed masturbating. 
Dale wasn't one to be outdone.

Saturday Morning, closer to noon, I finally stirred. It had been a long, 
long night. I stretched and discovered that I was sore. My muscled in my 
legs hurt like the dickens and my pussy and butt was sore, too. It had been 
quite a night. Thinking about it I really wanted to rub my puss, but I knew 
I was too sore for that. I needed a long, hot soak in the bathtub. I forced 
myself to get out of the bed and into the bathroom.

After a forty minute soak I felt much better. Still a bit tender in places, 
but better. I got dressed and went in search of food. I was shocked to 
discover that Dale had a guest. Bass was sitting at my kitchen table. There 
was an impressive stack of money on the table as well as a video tape.

"Well, well," I said. "This is a surprise. What's going on?"

They both looked at me, "Bass needed to talk with you," Dale said.

"Yeah," Bass said. I could feel his eyes on me. I had put on a tee shirt 
without a bra. And I knew without looking that my nipples were showing. I 
have rather large nips but even more so lately. They now seemed to poke out 
like headlights. "You all need to make a decision."

"What kind of decision?" I asked. "About what?"

"Here is your money," Bass said indicating the cash on the table. "You can 
keep it or wipe out the debt and have some left over. There's twenty grand 
there."

I stared at the stack of bills. I had never seen that much money before. At 
least not in cash.

"The boys settled up before they left," Bass said. "Three grand each plus 
the five grand from Bender. Smithy here thinks it should wipe out the debt, 
but I told him you needed to make the decision."

"They paid...cash?" I asked, shocked.

"Yeah, them boys are a cash paying type of men." Bass said with a chuckle. 
"Ain't much on checks or credit cards. It's your call, sweet lips."

I look at the cash and then I looked at Dale. Well there it was...The debt 
paid off and a bit over eight thousand left or thirteen nights of what I had 
just gone through. Not much of a decision as far as I was concerned. I 
picked up the cash and put it on top of the china cabinet.

I looked at Bass, he was grinning. I looked at my husband, he was smiling 
and shaking his head.

"What?" I said. "A deal is a deal and besides I need a few things for the 
house."

"Oh, like what?" Dale asked.

"A hot tub for one thing," I said. "I'm sore all over. Bath tub just isn't 
big enough. What about a big screen TV? Have you thought about that?" Dale 
continued to shake his head. Bass laughed out loud.

"What so funny?" I demanded. "Hey I could have used a hot tub this morning."

"Yeah I guess you could at that," Bass said. "You could come over and use 
mine until you get one of your own."

"You can take a hundred of that money and pay Bass. I bet him a C-note that 
you would pay off the debt. Goes to show what I know, don't it?"

"It shows me that you should never bet on anything," I snapped. Would that 
simpleton ever learn? I went around to a place between Dale and Bass. I put 
my hand on Dales head and rubbed his hair. Without thinking I did the same 
to Bass.

"I noticed that you were walking a bit funny," Bass said with a grin. I 
didn't bother to comment on that. He'd walk funny too, if somebody had 
shoved in his butt what they did in mine.

I went to the refrigerator and got out some eggs and bacon. "Anybody want 
breakfast?" I asked. They both said they had already eaten. I fixed my food 
while they watched me. It's a little bit distracting to know that everybody 
is watching your every move. I tried to walk and move normally. Bass didn't 
seem to be in any hurry to leave.

When I sat down at the table Bass said, "Hey I brought over a copy of last 
nights tape. I'd be careful who saw it. I didn't edit out any of the faces 
on that copy. Sure wouldn't do to have any of them ol' boys pissed at us."

Dale was looking at the tape like he expected it to do something besides lay 
there.

"I got a man doing the editing but I figured Ol' Smitty would like to see 
what went on last night so I hurried this copy up. You do want to see it 
don't you Smitty, don't you?"

"Yeah," Dale said, "I'll admit that I'm curious."

"Go play the damned thing," I said. "I know you're chomping at the bit. I'll 
come in after I finish eating." Frankly I was curious, too. I wanted to see 
Roxie the slut in action.

"You'll like it," Bass said. "That Roxie is a fucking machine."

"Who's Roxie?" Dale asked a puzzled expression on his face.

"You'll figure it out," Bass said with a laugh. Dale shrugged and left the 
kitchen.

When he had gone and I heard the sound from the TV, I said to Bass, "So you 
bet I would take the money, Huh? What made you think I wouldn't want to pay 
off the debt?"

"Oh I was pretty sure you would take the cash," Bass said smiling. "Hell, 
let's face it Tina. You like what you've been doing. You liked getting 
fucked by six horny men. You liked showing off and getting loved up by us. I 
didn't figure you'd want to quit now."

He was wrong. I didn't like it, I loved it. "Brings up a question," I said 
"Why did you bring that money over here? I wasn't expecting a dime out of 
it."

Bass didn't say anything for a minuet. "Good question," he said after a 
while. "Frankly I wanted you to know that you are sitting on a gold mine. 
You can make some money doing what you like. Now let me be clear...them boys 
last night are high-rollers. Can't expect every brother with a hard on to 
plunk down three grand. That ain't real, but I know a hundred men that would 
pay couple hundred to get in your pants. Some will pay more, some not so 
much. You get the idea? Big bucks in it for you." He smiled and said, 
"Besides they paid in advance for your pussy. It'll be a long time before 
you get any more cash from them, I think."

"So I become a whore for your friends," I said. "What's in it for you?" I 
have a very inquiring mind, I want to know.

"So you suspect me of something devious?" Bass laughed. "Good. Keep being 
suspicious. What do I get out of it? I get status. I get clout. I get 
contacts. I get some great pussy. But most of all I get to watch a fun 
loving slut get fucked. I admit it I'm a voyeur. Me and Smitty ain't that 
different when it comes to that. We get off watching as much as actually 
fucking."

Was I buying this? Yeah I guess I was. At least some of it because it made 
sense in some perverse way. I did notice that Bass let the other five have 
me the most and that he was always watching the action. I did have a couple 
more questions though.

"You must make a hell of a lot more then Dale does on that loading dock," I 
said. "You just gave away twenty thousand dollars. Tell me Bass, why do I 
not believe that you make that much more and that you can afford to give big 
money away?"

Bass gave a snorting laugh. "Shit, sugar puss. I don't make but a buck ten 
an hour more than Smithy. I got other irons in the fire. I'm what you might 
call an entrepreneur. I dabble in this and that and make a few bucks here 
and there."

"So you are only a part time pimp?" I asked. Not very kind, but I wanted to 
know just what the hell I was getting into. Was into.

"I ain't going to lie to you about it. I expect to make a couple bucks off 
your cunt," Bass said casually. "While your getting your snatch stuff with 
hard cock I'm over in the corner talking business. While you got your hot 
mouth on some hard black cock, I'm selling or buying something. Bottom line 
is, you can make some big bucks and I can too. What do you say? Are you in?"

Oh hell yes I was in. As sore and stiff as I was I was getting hot thinking 
about it, but I wasn't going to tell him right then. He could wait a while.

"I'll think about it," I said, putting my plate and silverware in the sink. 
"I'll have to talk it over with Smitty, I mean Dale." He had me doing that 
now.

"Sure, I understand," Bass said with a big grin. "In the mean while your 
sweet little pussy still belongs to me. Oh that reminds me, Smitty is going 
to get a promotion. Clive Hanks told me that they are going to make him crew 
leader. Course he'll have to work nights for a while."

Interesting. Hanks fucks Dale's wife and Dale get a promotion that puts him 
on nights, conveniently out of the way. My suspicious mind was at work 
again.

"Hey you guys come in here and watch this," Dale called from the living 
room. "I ain't believing this shit!"

I got up, "I guess Dale forgot that we were there. I'll watch it with you 
guys but you can forget about getting any pussy. A hand job is all you can 
expect today."

Bass followed me laughing.

CHAPTER TWELVE

When I woke up I was momentarily confused. I wasn't in my bed or even in my 
house. Slowly I recognized my surroundings. I was in Bass' bed The sun was 
shining in through the window and for a while I just lay there watching the 
patterns the sunlight made across the bed. When my mind was fully engaged I 
realized that it was Saturday morning. I stretched and threw the cover off. 
I was naked but that didn't surprise me very much. I had been naked or 
mostly naked since Friday night.

Dale had dropped me off on his way to work. He was working an eight PM to 
eight AM shift four nights a week. Friday through Sunday. Dale liked the 
hours and so did I. Bass and his crew apparently liked it too. Anyway after 
Dale dropped me off it was just Bass and I for a while.

About ten o'clock Clive Hanks arrived and Bass went into voyeur mode. He 
watch Hanks do me.. Clive is an odd one. He likes to get down and talk dirty 
to me. He wants me to talk dirty back to him.

"You like my cock in your cunt, don't you slut?" he said while pounding me.

"Oh yes I love it," I answered.

"You want me to shove it up your ass?"

"That would be wonderful," I said. "Ram it in, big boy." I actually did like 
to be taken anally. I've read where it didn't do anything for some women but 
it sure did me.

"You want to suck my black cock, too, don't you whore?" Hanks whispered in 
my ear.

"Yes I'd like to suck your cock until you shoot a big load of come in my 
mouth." I replied. Now that was also the truth. I'd found that lately I 
could actually get myself off just sucking on a cock. Before, I just did it 
because Dale wanted me too. Bass was the first man to come in my mouth and 
me swallowing it. Hanks wanted me to roll the sperm around, open my mouth 
and show him before I swallowed. Like I said, Hanks is a bit on the weird 
side.

"You like it when you have a lot of black cock, don't you bitch?" Hanks 
said. "You like it when you have one in your cunt, in your mouth and in your 
ass."

"Yes," I cried. I was reaching another orgasm. "I love it...I love it."

"You like it when you have a black cock fucking you and you know your 
husband is hard at work. When you are squealing with lust your hubby is 
working to put food on your table, you cock loving slut." Well that was a 
bit over the top but fairly accurate. Knowing my husband he was walking 
around with a hard on just thinking about what I was doing.

Clive had to leave so Bass jumped back on me. Bass had me on my knees and 
was doing me from behind. We were on his bed. He leaned over me and said, 
"Who has the biggest and best cock in the world?"

I was lost in the lust so it took me a few minutes to figure out what he was 
saying. "You do, Bass," I managed to say. Actually he wasn't the biggest, 
but he was the best hands down.

"Thanks Sweet Puss," he said after ejecting a bunch of come in me. It was 
his third load of the evening. He flopped down beside me. "You are wrong. I 
know a guy that had a really big cock. He wants to meet you."

I lay there catching my breath.. "Who?" I asked after a while.

"Man's name is Pak To," Bass said rolling over to look at me. "He's a gook 
that's got a thing for white women. His passport says he's South Korean but 
I figure he's from north of there. I've been trying to do business with him, 
but he's stalling me. I told him a little about you and he got real 
interested real fast." While he was talking he was playing with my nipple 
and gently stroking my belly. The sorry bastard was trying to excite me and 
it was working.

"So he wants to meet me," I said. "What's the big deal?"

"I did a little checking around. Pak is rough with the ladies. Billy Boy 
Smith said his ladies wouldn't go near the man again. Apparently he's big 
and he's mean. He likes to hear his women scream. Billy Boy said he was hung 
like a horse and liked to fuck rough."

"Yeah," I said, "Sounds like somebody I don't need to meet. I'm not into 
pain, you know that. Why don't you find him a cow to screw?" Then I had an 
idea.

"Maybe I can help you out with this." I said. It was hard to think because 
Bass had a finger in my pussy. "My sister is back from Europe and she might 
be interested. She sees every man as a challenge. I think she's visiting our 
mother. Want me to call her?"

Bass worked his finger in me a while longer. When he took it out he put the 
finger to my lips and I licked it clean. Talk about changes. A few weeks ago 
I would have never done that. Actually I had gotten so I liked the taste of 
me, especially on a dick. When the boys started swapping me around I didn't 
have much choice.

"I need her here by Sunday," Bass said, "Can she do that? It would be worth 
a grand to me."

"I don't know what her schedule is," I said. I looked at the clock on the 
wall. "You want me to try to get her now?"

He did and I managed to get her at my mothers house. I wasn't sure how I was 
going to approach the subject. As far as Patti knew I was still the demure 
little housewife.

"Hey Tina," Patti said, "Isn't it late for you to be up? Is anything wrong?"

"No, nothing is wrong, Patti," I said. "I was just thinking about you and 
decided to call. How was Europe?"

"One big bore," Patti said. "The damned place is full of limp dick faggots. 
I didn't get a decent lay the whole time I was there. And I'm flat-assed 
broke, too."

Patti is the family free spirit. She's eighteen months younger then me which 
makes her twenty three. I remember how shocked I was in high school when I 
heard her called Doorknob. You know, everybody took a turn. Her reputation 
nearly killed my mom. Patti simply just didn't care what anybody thought. 
She was going to have fun at any cost. She use to tease me unmercifully 
about being a virgin. Anyway she had given me the opening I needed.

"Could you use a thousand dollars?" I asked.

"Who do I have to kill," she responded.

"Nobody," I said laughing. This might be easier then I thought. "You have to 
be here by Sunday morning. Is that a possibility?"

"Sure," she said. "I can borrow gas money from Mom. Hell, I think she'll be 
glad to be rid of me. What's the gig?"

"Meet and entertain a very large Asian gentleman for a few hours," I 
answered. There was a long pause.

The silence was about to get to me when she said, "Who are you and what are 
you doing with my sister's voice?"

"Oh it me, Patti," I assured her. "There has been a few life style changes 
lately. In fact I'm lying beside a large black man and he's tickling my 
nipple as we speak. I can catch you up when you get here."

"So you and Dale split?" Patti said. "I didn't hear anything about that."

"No we're not split. He at work." I said. It was getting hard to chat. Bass 
was sucking one nipple and teasing the other. "You had better get 
moving...long drive ahead of you...uh...dammit Bass let me get off the 
phone...ahhh."

"This Bass," Patti said. "Is he the gentleman of color you were referring 
to? Is he hung? What's he doing now?"

"He's fucking me, Patti," I gasped, " Gotta go. I'll see you tomorrow." I 
hung up the phone while she was still demanding information.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

At ten o'clock Saturday morning, Patti was standing at my front door, 
looking like something a cat might drag in. I hadn't been home but an hour 
or so myself.

"Wow you must have driven all night. Come on in before you fall on your 
face," I said to her.

"I stopped for gas and the pee," Patti said. "I'm starved. You have anything 
to eat?"

I took her to the kitchen and made she some breakfast. I watched as she 
wolfed down the food.

"Didn't you have enough money for food?" I asked her.

"Yeah I could have gotten food," she answered. "I was in a hurry. I had to 
see for myself if you were lying or not. You were lying weren't you?"

I laughed, "No, not about being in bed with a black man."

"Well I always wondered when you were going to bust loose. Where's what's 
his name?"

"His name is Dale and he's sleeping," I snapped. "So keep your voice down."

"No I'm not," a sleepy looking Dale said from the doorway. "How's my second 
favorite slut?"

"Bite me you...what the hell do you mean second favorite?" Patti said.

Dale came up behind me and cupped both boobs, gave then a jiggle and said, 
"Tina is my favorite slut. You're in second place now."

Patti gave us a bewildered look. "So you know...ah...well now I'm really 
confused."

"Come on Patti," I said, "Let's put this thing back to bed and I'll explain 
it to you as best I can. Not really sure I understand it myself."

With Dale laying between us I told Patti about the bet and how it had 
escalated. I was just getting to the part about how Bass had introduced me 
to group sex when I noticed that they both were sound asleep. I guess there 
is nothing like a good bedtime story to put the children to sleep.

While they caught up on sleep I busied myself around the house and went 
grocery shopping. Later, I was finishing up dinner when Patti came into the 
kitchen.

"Damn Sis," she muttered, "Does he always wake up that horny?"

A flash of anger, a flash of jealously and then laughter. What on earth was 
I thinking about? I had absolutely no right to be either of those things.

"No Patti," I said. "Just lately. Seems we both are running in sexual high 
gear. Feel rested?"

"Survivable I think.," she said. "Coffee might make it just right."

I put on the coffee and Patti and I sat at the table and talked while it 
brewed.

"So tell me the rest of the story. I fell asleep in the middle of your 
story." Patti said. "I think Fish or whatever was about to sell your ass to 
the highest bidder. Are you sure you didn't just dream all this shit up?"

"I'm sure," I said, "His name is Bass." I told her about the poker party.

When I finished, Patti sipped her coffee in silence for a few minutes. "My 
God, Tina," she said at last. "I have to believe you, 'cause nobody could 
make that shit up. Am I going to meet these men? Tell me that I am."

"I guess so. Bass anyway. He's the one that sitting up your meeting with Pak 
To." I told her.

"That sounds like a video game or something," Patti said.

"You are thinking of Pac Man," I said. "Pak To is a Korean, or at least Bass 
thinks he is. Likes white women."

"That brings up a question," Patti said eyeing me. "Sounds like you got your 
ass liberated so why did you call me? Come on Sis and level with me."

Ol' honest Tina rides again. "Cause I'm still new to all this," I said. 
"That and the fact I got scared. Bass said Pak was big and mean. Likes it 
rough. Frankly I 'm not ready for that."

"Oh I get it," Patti said. "Big gook needs to beat the shit out of some 
white woman and you immediately thought of me. Sis, you are just too kind."

"No that wasn't it," I said. "I just figured that with your experience you 
could handle it. Hey if you don't want the job, I'll call Bass and tell him 
it's off."

"Oh don't get so uptight," Patti said waving her cup around. "I take care of 
the Pac Man, but we'll need to have some rules."

"Rules?" I said. "There are rules to this sort of thing?"

"Yes there are rules," Patti said, "Number one is, I am never left alone 
with this dude. Couple of strong men standing by with an ax or something."

"I guess Bass could work something out," I said. "Makes sense I suppose."

"Yeah," Patti said. "I want to see Bass before any of this come down."

"Well, I have a date tonight. You can come with me. You can meet Bass then."

"Sounds good," she said. "I'm looking forward to meeting Mister Wonderfuck."

I called Bass to make sure it was alright for Patti to come with me. He was 
not only agreeable but downright enthusiastic about it. He told me that he's 
make sure there was enough cock to go around. I tried to explain that we 
just wanted to discuss the situation. Neither of us believed a word I was 
saying.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

It was strange watching people copulate. I mean, sure I had seen videos. I'd 
even seen videos of me doing it, but live is all together another ball game. 
The sight and sound is different, but it a lot more then that. In a live 
situation there is an electric atmosphere, a charged feeling like before a 
thunderstorm. Then there is the odor. Fucking produces an aroma that is like 
nothing else. Not that it smells bad, it doesn't, but it is unique. I had 
discovered I like the smell of sex.

Watching my sister get pounded was a little weird, I'll have to admit that. 
I was sitting on the couch and Patti and Bass were a few feet away. Bass had 
Patti laid back on the table and had been fucking her for over twenty 
minutes. Bass wasn't the first man to take her either.

We arrived at His house and Bass took us directly to the playroom. There 
were three other black men waiting for us. At least I assumed they were 
waiting for us.

"Ladies, that ugly dude over there is my brother, Sam," Bass said indicating 
a man sitting at the bar. He looked like Bass but was maybe a little larger 
and a little darker. He waved at us and grinned. "That fellow over there on 
the couch is Little Man. He ain't hardly got no dick, that's why we call him 
that." The man on the couch was a giant. Even sitting down he dwarfed the 
others men in the room. Nearly seven feet tall, I found out later and over 
three hundred pounds. Not much of it fat, either. "And the man homing in on 
you is my Dad, Amos Bass. Most folks call him AB."

"Well now," AB said coming to a stop in front of Patti and I. "Let me get a 
look at you fine lookin' white gals." He appraised both of us for a moment, 
then smiled big, "Fine lookin' indeed. You all are sumpin' else. Like dark 
meat, I hear. That's good, 'cause near as I can figure it, you got 'bout a 
yard of meat right here."

Patti, being the shy little creature she is, stepped forward and planted a 
lip-lock on the older man. AB is about fifty or so, I would guess. Tall, 
like his sons and apparently in good shape.

When Patti finally released the man I took my turn. From the bulge I felt 
pushing against me, he was as randy as Bass and with as big a cock.

In just a few minutes it was two on one. AB, Little Man and me. Patti was 
servicing Bass and Sam. After a while they swapped and from then on it was 
mostly a blur. During the orgy there wasn't much conversation. Commands from 
the men and moans, groans and delightful screaming from Patti and I. Patti 
is even more vocal then I am.

So there I was watching Patti and Bass. I was taking a break. The four men 
had put me through the ringer. I was about rested enough and ready to get 
back into the fray when the man called Little Man came over and handed me a 
drink. By the way, he isn't little in any capacity except conversation. The 
man hardly had said a dozen words. He sat down beside me on the couch.

"You got good pussy," the said. Actually he kind of whispered it.

"Thanks," I said smiling at him. He was sort of nice looking. "You have a 
great cock." Didn't have to lie about that. His cock was different then the 
others I had seen. He was long and thick like most of the black men I had 
been with, but the head of his dick was bigger then the rest of it. He 
apparently knew or had been told that he had to make his entrance slower 
then most men. Once he was in a woman he was a great fuck. I'm not sure I 
would want him in my butt though.

"You want to fuck?" he whispered. It's right handy not wearing clothing at a 
party. No one had any clothing on except AB who still had one sock on. AB 
had moved over and had presented his cock to Patti to suck on while Bass 
screwed her. Little Man's cock was about half hard. I don't think it ever 
got any softer than that. I smiled at Little Man and leaned down to suck him 
to full hardness. That apple sized cock head made oral sex with him a bit 
difficult, but I managed to excite him enough by licking to get him up.

"Get on," he whispered. He lifted he up and held me suspended over his cock 
until I lined it up. He gently lowered me until I got him inside of me. 
Little Man let me set the pace, and pretty soon I was bouncing as hard as I 
could. Since I was facing him, my chest was right at his face. Little Man 
managed to squeeze my tits together until he had both nipples clamped 
between his teeth. What an orgasm! Stars and bright lights flashing. My 
movement caused me to pull my nipples and they were on fire, but it was a 
delicious agony. But even in my pain/pleasure I heard a piercing scream from 
Patti. I looked over my shoulder and saw that she was the filling in an 
Oreo. Bass and his father had her between them. AB was in her ass and Bass 
In her pussy. It had not been a scream of pain...Patti was flying high.

"Goina blow," Little Man said in a husky whisper.

"Go on Little Man," I urged, "Fill my pussy up. Come for me Baby." I was at 
the verge of another climax. It wasn't going to be stars or flashing lights, 
but they all are just wonderful. I felt him let loose a might ejection in 
me.

With me still astraddle of him, Little Man twisted around and lay back on 
the couch. I lay on him just letting him soak his cock in my pussy. It was a 
nice sensation. I think I may have dozed off for a few minutes.

"Is his cock still hard?" I jerked up as I became aware that Patti was 
standing beside us.

"Not fully," I muttered.

"Well if he's got anything left," Patti said laughing, "get off and let me 
have it. These other fuckers all say they are worn out."

I managed, with Little Man's help to get off of him and sit down on the end 
of the couch. Patti knelt down and took his half hard cock and stroked it a 
few times. It glistened with our combined juices. Patti, ignored the mixed 
come and kissed his cock and tried to get it into her mouth. "My God, how do 
you suck this thing?" she said after several attempts failed.

"Beats me," I told her. I got up and looked around the room. Bass was still 
laying on the table where I last saw him. He was out of it. Sam and his dad 
were leaning against the bar, each with a glass in their hands. They waved 
but showed no inclination to come to me. It was just as well. I was headed 
for the shower. At the door I looked back. Patti had managed to get Little 
Man's cock in her and was rocking back and forth. Little Man didn't even 
seem to be aware that she was there.

I had been in the shower for about ten minutes when the door opened and 
Patti stepped in.

"How you doin' Sis?" I asked.

"Now that was some great fucking sex," Patti said. "too bad they all fizzled 
out, isn't it?"

"Yes it is," I agreed. "I haven't had that much experience with black men 
but what I had tells me that they'll recharge pretty soon. Hurry up and 
wash," I told her. "We can get in the hot tub and soak our weary bodies."

"Shoot," Patti said with a laugh, "I'm not weary. I'm just getting started." 
She turned me around and began to wash my back. "You know who's the best 
fuck of them all?" She didn't wait for me to respond. "Daddy Bass is the 
greatest. He slides that big cock in and starts to fuck like a machine. 
Varies the stroke, the pressure and angle just right."

For the life of me I couldn't remember if I had been with AB one on one or 
not. I resolved to make sure I did. If Patti was that impressed I sure 
wanted to experience him.

When we got to the hot tub, all four men were already there. AB jumped up 
and helped us get in. "Welcome ladies," he said.

After we got settled in the steaming water, nobody said anything for a long 
time. I guess we were each thinking out own thoughts.

"I saw something tonight," AB said after a while. "I didn't think I'd live 
to see it."

"What's that Pop?" Sam asked.

"I saw two little ol' white gals fuck the whole Bass family, including 
cousin Little Man, to a stand still," he said shaking his head. "Plum to a 
fucking stand still."

"They didn't do no such thing," Bass spoke up. "We was just taking it easy 
on them."

"Shit," AB said, drawing it out. "Who the hell you think you're kidding? 
Boy, your momma would turn over in her grave if she had seen what wimps she 
had spawned."

"I'm glad she didn't see," Sam muttered, "I don't know if could have done 
anything if she had been watching. Hell Pop we'll be ready to go again in a 
little while. Won't we boys?"

"You sure you don't want me to call some more family?" AB said. "Your cousin 
Townie is close by. I hear he one hell of a cocksman. How about cousin ..."

"Fuck you old man," Bass said without rancor. "You don't need to call 
anybody. If Tina and Patti will just admit it, they had enough for one night 
anyway."

"Not me," Patti said. "I was hoping for at least one more ride." She had 
Sam's cock in one hand and Little Man's cock in the other. "I do believe I 
feel some life in these two."

Everybody laughed. AB slid around closer to me and gently tugged at a 
nipple. "How about you little lady? You want some more black meat?"

I had thought that I was through, but I found myself responding to the 
conversation and AB's fingers on my nipple. I scooted around and whispered 
into his ear, "I would like for you to take me in the bedroom, put me on the 
bed and fuck me." I took his dark pole in my hand. It was hard and getting 
harder. "Just you and me."

Forty five minutes later I had to agree with Patti. Daddy Bass was the 
greatest of them all. I left him sleeping on the bed and when I got back to 
the play room I saw that the others were done for the night, too. Patti lay 
on the padded table with cum running out of her and a great puddle under 
her. She was completely fucked out. Little Man and Sam had gone and Bass lay 
on the couch nearly asleep. When I tried to get him up to take us home he 
just muttered, "keys in my car. Take it."

It took some doing but I finally managed to get Patti up to the shower, and 
home. A few minutes we were both sound asleep in my bed. We went to sleep 
holding hands.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

I was only vaguely aware when Dale got home and came to bed with us. It was 
several hours later that I was bounced awake by Patti and Dale getting it on 
next to me. We have a king size water bed and it is impossible to screw 
someone without making waves. I watched them a minute or so before either of 
them noticed I was awake. Patti was on top of Dale.

"Good morning Sis," Patti said while continuing to ride Dale. Dale looked 
over at me and grinned.

"Hey sleepy head," he said, reaching out a hand to me. I scooted over so 
that he could reach my breast. It wasn't long before I was sitting on his 
face while Patti rode his cock. Patti and I were facing each other and I was 
more then a little surprised when she bent forward and kissed my tit. I was 
also surprised that I liked it, and when I got the opportunity I returned 
the favor. Well, well... more new stuff.

Later, we all three were having brunch when Patti told me about her 
conversation with Bass about the Asian guy, Pak To. Dale didn't know 
anything about it so we had to bring him up to speed.

"We are supposed to meet him this afternoon at two," Patti said. "Your pal 
Bass wasn't so sure he had anybody to control Pak whatever."

Dale spoke up, "I can help you with that," he said. "A pump shotgun is a 
wonderful persuader. If you want me to, that is."

"Hell yes I want you to," Patti said. "Do you have a shotgun?"

"Yeah," Dale said, "I have several guns, but there's just something about a 
shotgun that will get anybody's attention."

I had forgotten that Dale had been a military policeman when he was in 
service. I recalled that he also had a firearms permit. I watched Dale and 
Patti while that talked. This was really strange. Dale had told me on 
several occasions that he didn't care for Patti very much. He always called 
her my slut sister. I guess things had changed since his wife had became a 
slut, too. Maybe having fucked her a couple of times had helped change him 
also.

"So how do you like Tina's playmates?" Dale asked Patti. I was putting the 
dirty dished away.

"Fine," Patti said. "We had a good time with them, didn't we Tina?" I 
assured them that we had, indeed, had a marvelous time. I glanced at Dale to 
see how he was taking the conversation. He seemed fine with it.

"That your first experience with black men?" Dale asked.

"No I've had a few blacks over the years," Patti said. "I think the first 
one was Carl Tipton. He was a football player in high school." She laughed. 
"That was my rebellious period. Everybody told me I shouldn't date black 
boys, so of course I did. Carl fucked me in the back of his daddy's car the 
first time. Then at his house a few days later. Carl passed me over to his 
team mates and I fucked them for a while. When that got old I moved on to 
others."

"Since we are laying our cards on the table," I said, "maybe you'll answer a 
question that's been bugging me for a long time. Did you really screw the 
preacher?"

Patti laughed, "Yes I did. I guess I should feel bad about it, but I don't. 
I got so sick of that sanctimonious prick preaching to me I decided to teach 
him a lesson. Once he got a glimpse of my titties he was mine, I tell you. 
Dirty bastard couldn't keep his hands off of me."

"How old were you then?" I asked. "Fourteen or fifteen?"

"I was just barely sixteen when he first screwed me. He started feeling me 
up a year before that." Patti said grinning.

"Okay so what made him leave town so blamed fast? I heard that his wife 
caught you," I said. "Is that true?"

"No," Patti said. "Well, she did catch us, but that wasn't why they hauled 
ass."

"She did catch you?" I asked. "Together?"

"Oh yeah. The good reverent and I were at his house behind the church. The 
little wife was supposed to be somewhere doing good or something. She came 
in and caught us getting it on."

"So what happened?" I demanded.

Patti laughed, "Well I didn't even know the bitch was anywhere around until 
she pushed him off of me. I nearly shit when I realized what was going on. I 
figured I was dead meat. She was all sweaty and had a wild look in her eyes. 
I was stunned at being caught and I hadn't moved at all. I was still laying 
there all spread open. I nearly fainted when she fell down between my legs 
and went to eating my pussy." Patti laughed again. "Wow I was dazed. That 
was the first time a woman had ever done that to me. I didn't know if I 
should lay there and get eaten or get up and run like hell."

"What did you do?" Dale asked.

"I lay there and got eaten," Patti said grinning. "It became an everyday 
deal. I would go over to there house after school and the preacher would 
fuck me and the preacher's wife would eat my pussy. That was pretty heady 
stuff for a girl of sixteen. I loved it. Usually she would eat me for a 
little while, then the Rev would fuck me and then she would eat his come out 
of me."

"Did you ever...I mean...you know...?" I tried to say.

"Did I ever eat her? Sure did," Patti said. "Shoot, before they left town I 
was getting to be a pretty good cunt lapper. That's what she called me."

"Shit that's one hot story," Dale said. "But what did they leave if it 
wasn't because of you?"

Patti laughed loudly, "Rev got caught dicking one of the deacon's wife, and 
by the end of the next day they were history." Patti sighed, "I sure missed 
them for a while."

"Have you had lots of experience with women?" I asked. "I know that's just 
nosy but I really want to know."

"Not all that much," Patti said. "I like a woman's touch but I want a hard 
dick nearby. I like to fuck too much to give up men for women. But I'll tell 
you this...There isn't anything as good as a threesome with two women and a 
guy. The best sex I ever had was when I was getting my ass fucked and a 
woman eating my pussy. It just don't get any better then that, my friends. 
Hey look at the time. We better get ready to go meet the Pac man, or 
whatever he is."

Now that was something to think about.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

The past thirty days, maybe a little less then that, have been a constant 
hard-on for me. I don't know how to explain it, but Tina has become a sexual 
dynamo. She likes things that she never did before. Things like anal sex and 
even an old fashion blowjob are all part of her natural sexual activity. All 
I have to do in mention it and she's ready to do it.

Okay I'll admit at first I wasn't very happy about the turn of events, but I 
sure couldn't open my mouth. Hell, she was bailing my ass out. Up until a 
few days ago I was getting all the pussy a man could want. What did Tina do? 
She called her sister, Patti in to help.

I'll be honest and say that I never really cared for Patti. It wasn't that 
she was hateful to me or anything like that. I guess the simple truth is, I 
figured she was an easy lay and I couldn't get any of it, so it was easier 
to dislike her. I guess that's all pretty much changed now. I can have her 
and have had her and she's a good fuck. Not as good as Tina, but every man 
likes a little strange now and then.

When I heard they needed someone to keep some big bad gook in line I 
volunteered. Besides I wanted to see Patti in action. I also figured that 
Tina was going to get fucked too, and I wanted to see that.

Bass seemed surprised to see that I was with Tina and Patti. Not minding, 
just surprised.

"Hey Smithy," he said. "How's the night shift?"

I told him it was good, when actually it was great. Usually there was a lull 
in the loading about mid-shift and while some of the guys sacked out in the 
break room I found another way to kill time. Kind of funny if you think 
about it. Clive Hanks the load boss, fucked my wife at a poker party Bass 
held. He was so grateful he gave me a raise and changed me to nights. I hope 
he or Bass or any of them swinging dicks don't think I can't figure out 
what's happening. While I'm at work they are screwing my wife. What Hanks 
don't know is that I'm fucking his wife.

Her name is Mary Hanks. She is an exotic blend of races. Black, white, 
Asian, and maybe American Indian. One nice looking woman and build like a 
brick shithouse. She came by one night as the shift was just starting, 
looking for her husband. We chatted for a few minutes and I thought she 
looked sort of strange when I told her my name. I didn't think much of it 
then, but the next night she came again. It was near mid-shift and I was 
sitting on a stack of pallets thinking about Tina who was with Bass and 
crew.

"Hi you," she said swaying and undulating across the dock.

"Hi yourself," I said. She was wearing a pair of shorts that didn't quite 
cover the cheeks of her ass and a tube top that just barely covered her 
boobs. "You really missed Mister Hanks this time. He's been gone for hours."

"I am not looking for Clive," she said smiling at me. "He's off playing 
cards or something at Bass' house. I certainly don't know what the 
attraction is there, do you?" There was that look again. I decided to play a 
hunch and take the bull by the horns.

"Beer, booze, and broads would be my guess," I answered smiling.

"Oh, so you know Bass, huh?" she said jumping up to sit beside me. "Good 
friends?"

"Naw, I wouldn't go that far," I answered. "My wife knows him better then I 
do."

She looked sideways at me, "So you know about that, huh?"

"Sure," I said. "Tina and I don't have secrets." I smiled at her. "Secrets 
just aren't good for a marriage."

Mary Hanks laughed, "I disagree. I think a few secrets are good for a 
marriage. So you know about your wife and Bass. What else do you know?"

I didn't answer for a few minutes. I wasn't at all sure where this was 
going.

After a while I said, "I know everything. Most of all I know I love my wife 
and she loves me. Our sex life is at an all time high. Don't need to know 
anything else."

It was her turn to be silent for a while. Then she said in a soft voice, 
"Boy I wish my husband was as liberated as you seem to be."

"I don't know if it's liberation or not," I said. "Did Hanks tell you about 
Tina?"

She nodded, "yes he did. My Clive is a...ah...well hell I'll just say it. 
Clive is odd. He told me about this white slut...oh I'm sorry I wasn't 
thinking about her being your wife."

"It's all right," I told her. "Call a spade a spade...oops sorry about that. 
I wasn't thinking about your husband. Go on with your story."

Mary looked at me a moment and then laughed. "Your are funny, Dale. Anyway 
Clive said he watched a few minutes then left. He and a friend went to a bar 
and had a few beers before he came home to me."

"Well now," I said. "That is an interesting story. Do you believe it?"

She shrugged, "Sure...why not? I mean my husband told me and Clive wouldn't 
ever lie to me. You don't think my Clive would tell me a lie do you?"

"Have you ever seen my wife?" I asked. She shook her head. "If you had and 
you were a man. Normal man, that is, and you had a chance to have sex with 
her, you might have the answer to your question."

"Do you have a photo of her?" Mary asked.

I told her I did and took out my wallet. "I also have a video of her in the 
car," I added.

Mary looked at the photo of Tina for a long minute. She handed it back and 
said, "Cute."

I had to laugh. Saying Tina is cute is like saying the Great wall of China 
is a nice fence.

"So where is that video you were talking about?" Mary said. "I'd like to see 
it."

I had a video of the poker her party that Bass had cleaned up. Actually he 
altered the faces of his crooked cronies except Hanks. His face was clear as 
a bell. I was having second thoughts about showing the video to Hank's wife. 
This had the potential of blowing up in my face.

"I don't think you do," I said. "Not a good ideal."

"Oh sure it is," Mary said leaning close to me. "I'd really love to see your 
wife in action. It is an action movie isn't it?"

Oh hell yes it was, I thought. Action from start to finish and Mister Hanks 
right in the big middle of it.

"Now that I think about it," I said, "I now remember leaving that tape at 
the house. Maybe another night, Mary."

"Why don't I believe that?" Mary said smiling at me. "Let me say this...I 
will not get overly excited if I should see someone I know who is not 
supposed to be where he is. Come on Dale," She said leaning closer to me, "I 
wouldn't believe Clive on a stack of Bibles. I know he has banged every 
woman who would stand still for it. I'm not looking to cause you any 
trouble. At home or at work. I just curious about what's going on at the 
Bass house. That is where the video was made wasn't it?"

I asked myself if I believed what she was saying and for some strange reason 
I did believe it. If she was conning me she was doing a dammed good job of 
it.

"Wait here," I said. "I'll be back in a jiffy." I went to the car and got 
the tape and was back within five minutes. I had made up my mind that that 
tape wasn't getting out of my hands. "Follow me," I told her. I led her to 
the training room. The offices were deserted at that time of the night. Even 
the janitors had gone. Because I had to conduct my crews safety training I 
had a key to the room. I only turned on enough of the lights to see the TV 
and tape player

"Have a seat," I told Mary. "I'll have it set up in a second." She sat down 
in the middle of the soft that faced the large TV. I fast forwarded past 
some of the bullshit at the very beginning. I started it where Bass was 
saying "Gentlemen, this is Roxie."

Mary was asking me something. When I didn't answer her she said "Dale come 
over here closer. I won't bite but I don't want to yell at you. Who is 
Roxie?"

"That's what Bass named Tina," I said sliding over on the couch.

We watched as the bidding process went and as Tina paraded herself in front 
of the men.

When Bass made Tina declare her love for black cock, Mary war leaning 
forward and listening intently. A few minutes later, on the tape, Tina left 
the room Bass literally sold her ass and pussy to the men. I noticed in the 
light from the TV that Mary was breathing hard. I wasn't sure if it was 
because of the tape or the fact that her hubby was one of the men. When Tina 
returned to the room with a tray of beer and was passed around from man to 
man Mary began to twitch around in her seat. I knew then that Mary was 
getting hot. I had watched this tape a couple of time and it always made me 
horny. I heard Mary moan when one of the guys finger fucked Tina and when 
one of them carried my wife to the couch Mary was reaching out her hand to 
me.

"Get over here Dale and help me," Mary demanded.

"Okay," I said. Hell she's my boss's wife. I had to obey her didn't I? "What 
do you want me to do?"

"Let's make out while we watch this," she said, her voice husky. "Kiss me 
and do what that man did to your wife."

Mary Hanks was a delightful handful. All curves and softness. After I sat 
down beside her, she took my hand and put it on her tit. Now I was sure the 
direction this was going so I took her tube top off and went to work on her 
titties. She was much smaller then Tina, but her tits were firm and well 
shaped. I like them big, I like them small and everywhere in between. My 
outlook has always been, "any thing over a mouthful is just gravy." I just 
like tits.

I eased my hand up her leg and when I got to the bottom of her shorts, she 
raised herself up and pulled them down for me. I took them the rest of the 
way off. Mary was moist and I had no problems working a finger into her warm 
hole. I leaned over and kissed her lips, she responded by opening her mouth 
and kissing me back. She didn't look at me very much, being captivated by 
the action going on the TV. I glanced at the screen and saw that Tina was 
getting a double fuck. Mary seemed to really get steamed watching the white 
woman get two holes stuffed with black cock. I smiled to myself. In just a 
moment or two Mary would witness Tina be made airtight as they call it. A 
cock in her cunt, in her ass and in her mouth.

While Mary watched the video I stood and slipped off my pants. Little Dale 
was beginning to feel cramped. Just as soon as my hard cock was released, 
Mary grabbed it and stuffed it into her mouth. She managed to turn so that 
she could still see Tina getting gang-banged, but I certainly didn't mind at 
all.

After a while I could feel the come starting to boil up and I tried to pull 
back but Mary held on to me and sucked me to completion. She swallowed every 
drop. From past experience I knew I had an average of ten minute recharge 
time, so I flopped down beside her and watched the group fuck.

Between Mary's stroking and watching my wife get pounded on video I was up 
and ready in less then my average time. Soon I was deep into Mary Hanks' 
cunt and fucking her for all I was worth. Mary wasn't very experienced but 
by God she was enthusiastic about it. I brought her off several times and I 
managed to come twice more. All in all it was a great fuck session.

When Mary and I were dressed she came over to me and hugged me. "I want what 
your wife got, Dale. Will you do that for me? I want a lot of men to fuck me 
and to keep fucking me for a long time."

I told her I would work on a plan to get her gang-banged.

That was the first time but it sure wasn't the last time. Mary came down to 
the loading dock almost every night that Hanks wasn't home. Tit for tat, 
Mister Hanks, tit for tat.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

"Yeah things are just great at work," I said to Bass. "So what's the deal 
with this Pac man? Has he showed up yet?"

"No, not for a few more minutes. What's in the case?" Bass could asked the 
dumbest questions. A hard shell shot gun case looks like nothing else in the 
fucking world.

"It's a BB gun," I said. "Thought we might target practice some later."

"BB gun?" he said. "What fucking good will...oh I see. You're pulling ol 
Bass' leg ain't you?"

I told him it was a twelve gage pump shotgun and if he hadn't figured it out 
yet, I was there to see to it that Patti didn't get hurt. Bass had an 
expression of alarm on his face.

"Hell's fire Smithy, don't shoot nobody with that thing. Not in my house 
anyway. What it loaded with?"

"First shell is loaded with rubber pellets," I told him. "The second is bird 
shot and from there on it double ought buckshot."

"Rubber pellets? I never heard of that," Bass said. "Like rubber bullets the 
cops use in rifles?"

"Yeah, Friend of mine works for the sheriff. He got me a couple boxes. Not 
as damaging as rubber bullets." While I was talking I looked around the 
room. I had seen it before while he was long-stroking my wife, but I hadn't 
paid much attention to things like field of fire and what shit might get in 
my way.

Patti came over while Bass and I were talking. "Now Bass," she said. "I can 
take some pain but when I say BINGO, real loud you guys get that son of a 
bitch off me. Are we clear on that?"

Bass told her he understood and that he had a friend coming to help. When he 
said that Little Man was coming Patti's eyes widening. "That will help," she 
said with a smile. "A fucking mountain that walks like a man."

While we were waiting my lover's husband, Clive Hanks showed up. I like to 
think of him as that instead of my boss. Right behind Hanks was that 
mountain that Patti referred arrived. Little Man is huge. He came over to 
the bar where I was perched.

"Hear you riding shotgun," he whispered. I had to strain to hear him. "You 
any good?"

I nodded, but didn't answer otherwise. He would either believe me or not and 
frankly it didn't make much difference to me.

"That your wife over there?" he asked nodding toward Tina. Again I nodded 
"Good fuck," he said watching me closely. "Sure is," I said. A nod just 
didn't seem appropriate to that comment. When some dude tell you that your 
wife is a good fuck you should say something. It was his turn to nod.

It wasn't long before Pac Man arrived. He had a little girl with him. I say 
girl but she could have been anywhere between fifteen and fifty. She was the 
man's interrupter we discovered. I had thought Little Man was big...I was 
wrong. Pak To was big and Little man was just barely medium. The Korean 
filled the doorway and must have weighed four hundred fifty or five hundred 
pounds. Even Little Man had to look up at him.

I glanced at Patti and she didn't seem to be overly impressed with the man's 
size.

The interpreter who's name was Kim, yeah go figure, said that her boss would 
like to meet the woman who agreed to service him. While Kim made this 
announcement the brute made his way to the bar and selected a stool that 
looked sturdy enough to hold him.

"That would be me," Patti said strolling past Kim to where Pak To sat. The 
hulk said something to Kim, his voice much like a foghorn. Kim said to 
Patti, "Your master would like to know where you and he will be 
for...ah...this meeting."

"First of all sister," Patti said to Kim while looking directly at Pak To. 
"He is not my master. Not now, not ever. Secondly our meeting will take 
place right here in this room with these people watching." Patti paused and 
glanced at Hanks who was standing just inside the door. "All except that 
guy. Don't know who he is or what his function is."

While Patti was speaking, Kim was echoing in Korean to the big fellow. When 
Kim caught up with Patti's verbiage, Pak To looked at Hanks and bellowed, 
"Go!" Hanks looked like he had been goosed with a cattle prod. Hanks looked 
at Bass who shrugged and waved him away. Hanks left the room. I suspected he 
went to the room where Bass kept his recording equipment.

"Now you make sure he understands this," Patti said to Kim, still watching 
Pak To. "When I say stop, he stops right then. No stalling. No means no."

"Or what?" Kim said to Patti, after relaying the information. "He wants to 
know what you can do about it. My master is fearless."

I took the shotgun from under the bar and jacked a shell into the chamber. 
It made a loud sound and I know the giant heard it, but he didn't so much as 
twitch. After a moment the monster sized man slowly turned so that he could 
see me. He stared at me for a full minute then smiled at me. I guess it was 
a smile. He could have had gas pains for all the difference. A lesser man 
would have crapped his pants but I didn't...not much anyway.

He and Kim jabbered for a moment then she said, "My master is pleased that 
you have security but he wants me to assure you that it isn't necessary. He 
wishes to be alone with you and just myself present. You must do this."

"Now that ain't happening," Patti said with a laugh. "Here or nowhere." 
While she spoke, she unbuttoned her shirt. Patti has great tits. Not as big 
as Tina's, but well shaped and big puffy nipples that just beg to be sucked. 
I heard Pak To's deep intake of breath when he saw them. It might have been 
Kim, but I thought it was the big guy.

Kim and Pak conferred for a while. "My master agrees. He wants me to tell 
you that you are in store for a great fucking. He wants you to know that he 
will take you many times. You can not stop him when he begins. He has no 
fear of the man with the gun."

"He will if I shove it up his ass and pull the trigger," I said. When Kim 
didn't translate that I said. "Tell the fat man what I said." Apparently she 
did because the big man favored me with another smile or maybe a smirk. On 
some people it's hard to tell,

"Mister Pak wished you to completely disrobe," Kim told Patti. I thought 
that was strange because the fat toad hadn't said anything for a while. I 
wondered if Kim and Pak To had done this enough so that she didn't need 
instructions per se.

Patti turned and went to the padded table. She stopped and slowly did a 
strip until soon she was standing, wearing nothing but a smile. She leaned 
back against the table and said, "Let's get this show on the road."

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

The big Asian got to his feet with speed and grace that belied his bulk. 
That seemed to be something worth remembering so I made a note of it. The 
sucker could move pretty damned quick.. He approached Patti and his little 
vest pocket interpreter was right with him.

"Mister Pak wished you to lay back and use your hand," Kim said. Again there 
wasn't any communication between them that I could see. Patti smiled at them 
and lay back on the table and raised her legs. Directly above the table 
there was a soft spotlight and in the light I could see that Patti was 
already moist.

"What exactly does Pak want me to do?" Patti asked.

"Mister Pak wishes that you use your fingers to excite yourself," Kim 
answered without glancing at her boss.

Patti slowly stroked her legs and thighs and ever so slowly inched her hand 
toward the smooth junction of her legs. As she stroked herself Pak moved 
closer to her. Patti lay her head back and with calculated slowness gently 
slid her finger down the slit of her pussy.

"Harder," Kim instructed. "Excite yourself harder. Open yourself to our... 
Mister Pak's eyes." Patti did as the small woman demanded, pulling her lips 
apart and vigorously rubbing her clit.

Pak whispered something to Kim and she shook her head. Pak slapped her 
across the top of her head and she flew through the air, landing in a heap 
at the foot of the table where Patti lay. Kim lay without moving for a few 
moments then struggled to her feet, using the table for support. I had 
raised the shot gun but since nobody had mentioned I should keep the gook 
from hitting his own people, I put it back down. Patti had not even opened 
her eyes during all this.

Kim muttered something and then said to Patti, "I am to assist you." Patti 
didn't respond. Kin leaned down and moved Patti's hands out of her way Then 
she put her mouth to Patti's cunt. Apparently Kim is a reluctant pussy 
eater.

After a few minutes of watch the tiny interpreter nibble and lick Patti's 
pussy, Pak barked a command and Kin, without taking her mouth off of Patti's 
cunt, started striping. Whatever her earlier reluctance was apparently she 
was over it. It was a hot show but I couldn't see much need for a shotgun 
guard.

When she was total naked, Pak barked another order and Kim climbed up on 
Patti and into the 69 position. Kim was almost flat chested and had a 
hairless cunt. She looked for all the world like a little girl. Patti, being 
an experienced cunt-lapper didn't hesitate. She gave to Kim as good as she 
got. It was damned difficult to watch the show and watch Pak at the same 
time. I glanced at Tina and saw that she seemed to be enjoying the show. 
Bass was standing behind her with his hands under her shirt.

Pak now had taken off his shirt. It wasn't a pretty sight. Large gut and man 
boobs that were bigger then Tina's. He looked like a slug. I glanced back at 
Tina and Bass. Her shirt was off now and I can tell you she looks a damned 
sight better than Pak. Bass was doing a number on Tina's nips and she was 
vibrating like a tuning fork When I looked back at Pak and the girls I saw 
that he had reached between the two girls and had Patti's nipple and was 
tugging at it. I took my shotgun and moved down the bar to get closer to the 
action. Pak, it appeared, was starting his act.

Pak moved back to the end of the table where Kim's head was attached to 
Patti's pussy. Apparently Patti liked what Kim was doing because she was 
lifting her butt up off of the table. Pak pushed Patti's legs further apart 
and when he had room he shoved his fat finger into Patti's cunt. He 
finger-fucked her for a few moments then twisted his hand and shoved his 
thumb into Patti's asshole. I heard Patti's muffled grunt but it didn't 
sound like BINGO to me. Actually it sounds more like surprise than pain.

A quick glance showed me that Tina was now on her knees giving Bass a sloppy 
blowjob. They both were bare-assed naked. When I looked back, Pak had lost 
his pants. The son of a bitch looked like a giant slug that had decided to 
become a sumo wrestler but not as good looking. He went around the table and 
was now where Patti's head was. Pak did the same thing to Kim that he had 
done to Patti but a bit rougher it seemed to me. It wasn't my asshole so it 
was hard to tell. Then he drug Kim off of Patti using his grip on her pussy 
and asshole. Now that had to hurt, but Kim hit the floor without a sound. 
Pak stuck his cock to Patti's mouth and she began to suck it. It was the 
first time I got a good look at his manhood. Everything about that dude was 
larger then life. Even with his big gut, his dick hung down below it. I 
estimated that the big gook was packing ten or eleven inches of meat. And it 
seemed to be getting bigger as Patti sucked and licked it.

After five or so minutes of that, he pulled his cock out pf Patti's mouth 
and spun her around on the table. In one swift move he opened her legs, bent 
them as far back as they could go, and shoved his cock into her pussy, all 
the way to his balls. Patti squealed when he hit bottom. Her face was bright 
red and the muscles in her neck were standing out like cords. Pak withdrew 
until only the head was in her, then he slammed it back in her again. He did 
that over and over. Patti was jabbering away, but as far as I could tell she 
had not uttered the code word. Pak fucked her hard for over fifteen minutes 
and apparently he had ejected in her but didn't withdraw or even slow down. 
Come leaked out of her pussy as he pistoned in and out.

Bass and Tina were now on the floor. He was fucking her like a bitch in 
heat. Tina was watching her sister get it from the big Korean

Kim was stooping behind Pak, holding his balls as he hammered Patti. She did 
that with one hand and frigged herself with her other hand. After another 
twenty minutes of that Pak kicked back and knock Kim sprawling. I don't 
think I'd want to kick someone that was holding my balls.

Pak whipped his cock out of Patti and spun her around again. He pulled Patti 
out to the edge of the table so that her head hung down. He had one massive 
thigh on each side of her head and his huge cock in her mouth. He mauled her 
tits while she sucked him. Pak turned loose of one tit and grabbed her pussy 
with his free hand. He was stretching her cunt lips while working first one 
the two then three of his banana size fingers into her come filled pussy. 
Patti's legs were thrashing wildly, but Pak paid no attention to it. After a 
while he pulled his fingers out of her and grabbed her clit between his 
thumb and forefinger and pulled hard. He must have stretched her clit out at 
least a couple of inches. Patti wasn't moving much and suddenly it dawned on 
me that with her head totally immobilized by his legs and that monstrous 
cock in her mouth she could have yelled BINGO a dozen times and nobody could 
have heard her.

I ran to where they were and yelled for Pak to let her up. I noticed as I 
ran that Tina was back on her knees and sucking bass again. The were totally 
oblivious to what else was going on. Pak ignored me and that wasn't a smart 
thing to do. I hate it when someone ignores me. I tapped his head with the 
barrel of the shotgun. but it had no effect on him. I reversed the shot gun 
and cracked him across the head with the butt, He grunted, but kept mauling 
Patti's cunt. I hit him again, this time putting some weight into it. Little 
Man had rushed to help me but he wasn't doing a lot of good. Pak ignored 
both of us and the cracks on his head. I told Little Man to watch out and I 
put the barrel of the shot gun about an inch from the giants ear and pulled 
the trigger. In the enclosed room, the sound was deafening and that 
certainly got the big man's attention. He fell back with a scream and 
dropped to his knees. He grabbed his ear which was streaming blood. My 
uneducated guess was that he was going to be deaf in that ear forever. Well, 
ain't that the way the cookie crumbles? I looked at the ceiling and saw that 
it was splattered with little rubber pellets. There were a lot of them on 
the floor too.

Bass and Tina were helping Patti get her breath and to set up. Kim was 
staring helplessly at her boss or master or whatever he was to her. Little 
Man just stared. First at the moaning man on the floor and then at Patti and 
finally at me. I jacked the empty out of the shotgun and jacked the birdshot 
out also. If I had to shoot the big son of a bitch I wanted all the lead I 
could fling at him. I brought the double ought buckshot up and ready. I 
looked closely at the kneeling man and saw that I had misjudged a tad. Most 
of his ear was shredded. It was something to remember. Rubber pellets when 
they hit flesh at real close range will mess thing up. Good to know.

It took nearly forty-five minutes to get the flow of blood slowed down, get 
a pressure bandage on him, and get the giant and his pint sized interpreter 
dressed and out of the house. By the time they had left I was completely 
worn out. It fucking hard work to keep somebody covered with a shotgun that 
long. I went to the bar and helped myself to a double shot of Bass' whiskey. 
I think I'd rather pull a double shift on the dock then go through that 
again. Little man joined me and we silently drank our booze.

Tina and Bass had taken Patti to the bathroom. Patti seemed okay but a 
little unsteady on her legs.

I laughed and Little Man looked at me. "what?" He whispered.

"I was just thinking," I said still grinning, "Tina was giving Bass a 
knob-job. I wonder if she bit his dick when the gun went off?" Little man 
looked at me for a moment then started laughing. Low at first then gradually 
got louder.

Tina, Patti and Bass came into the room and stood staring at Little Man and 
I as we howled in laughter.

"Okay," Patti said coming over to the bar. She took my glass and finished it 
off. "What the hell is so funny?"

I told her what I had said to Little Man and she smiled and looked at Bass 
and Tina who had joined us. "Well did she?"

Bass grinned and shook his head . "No, but that was the deepest deep throat 
I ever got."

"It scared the crap out of me," Tina said putting her arms around my 
shoulders. "Nearly choked myself on Bass' cock, too."

"Thank you dear brother in law," Patti said. "And you too Little Man. I 
shall make sure you both are rewarded just as soon as my pussy and tits stop 
throbbing. I think he intended on suffocating me to death. He nearly tore my 
twat off as it was. That is one mean bastard."

"Hey Bass," Little Man said in his gravelly whisper, "If you goina do 
business with Pak you're goina have to speak up real fuckin' loud, man." 
Every body laughed at Little Man's long speech, but Bass. He seem fascinated 
by the new pattern on his ceiling. Maybe he was looking for bits and pieces 
of ear.

I wondered where Hanks had got to. Knowing that chicken-shit he probably was 
still running. I made a mental note to be sure I got a copy of that tape. 
Mary Hanks would love it.

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