Message-ID: <52025asstr$1127171403@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-IronPort-AV: i="3.97,122,1125892800"; d="scan'208,217"; a="1441959644:sNHT55921158" X-Original-Message-ID: <015601c5bd21$bca70500$4fc19e18@damnit> From: "jack" <jack2298@charter.net> X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2900.2670 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 19 Sep 2005 09:55:03 -0400 Subject: {ASSM} Jenny by Shooter (wife ir m+ pros) Lines: 1405 Date: Mon, 19 Sep 2005 19:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2005/52025> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: hoisingr, dennyw Jenny by shooter3704 (C) My name is Jennifer, but everybody calls me Jenny. Bill, my husband, and I started dating in high school, and continued to date until we graduated. We were sexually active from the second date. I was aware that Bill had a kinky side, but it didn't bother me all that much. By kinky, I mean he liked to show me off to his buddies and even to strangers. Things like lifting my shirt or pulling my top down, to show off my boobs. I was always self conscious of my breasts, because to me they were too small and looked funny. My nipples are puffy and breasts are cone shaped, but that didn't deter Bill. He showed then to every man that seemed interested. I was a late bloomer that didn't bloom all that much. Until I was sixteen, I had the body of a little boy. At twenty, I had the body of a thirteen year old girl. One night just a few months before we got married we went to a Forth of July fireworks show. As usual Bill packed a lot of beer in a cooler. We ran into an old friend of Bills and he sat with us on our blanket and helped us drink the beer. I don't even remember his name. After the fireworks there was still beer left and good old Bill was never one to save some for later. We ended up at the lake and Bill's friend went with us. While Bill and I made out in the front seat of the car, the guy sat in the back and watched us. I felt a flash of embarrassment when Bill took my shirt off. It wasn't long before Bill had me out of the car and bent over the trunk of the car. While Bill screwed me the guy watched us. I was terribly embarrassed, but I didn't say anything. By that time it was too late anyway, because both Bill and I were too hot to stop. I was working as a bank teller while Bill drove a city delivery truck. After we were married Bill kept showing me off to anybody we happen to run across. Often he would have me model lingerie for his friends. Over time, Bill had became more and more brazen with our sexual activities, and on several occasions he would have sex with me with his buddies watching. After a while I stopped being embarrassed and went with the flow. I guess Bill had what you would call a low libido, because he needed something extra to get his motor running. I took what I could get, even if it meant an audience. He would put on a show for his friends every couple of months when the mood suited him. We never talked about it. He never mentioned it and neither did I. It just got to be a part of our routine. We had been married nearly a year, and during that time none of his friends ever touched me. It was a rule that abruptly changed one night. "Jenny, I'm home," I heard him call. He was late, but I knew he was going to be out with friends drinking. "Come on out here and say hello to my new friend, Toby." "I'll be out in a minute," I called back. I had just gotten out of the bath and was wearing my old quilted robe. I assumed that it was going to be another show time for his new friend. It was okay with me, because I was horny, and because Bill hadn't touched me for several days. Like I said, I took what I could get and when I could get it. Toby turned out to be a large black man, which was odd because I hadn't even known Bill knew a black person. "Hi Toby," I said. Bill and Toby were setting on the couch in the living room of our small apartment. "I'm Jenny." Toby was a very large man with his head shaved and shining in the light. He grinned and nodded at me. "You want a beer?" Bill asked, his words slurred. "No, Honey, there's some wine in the frig," I answered. I was a little pissed, because when Bill drank a lot, which apparently he had been, he couldn't get it up, or keep it up if he happened to get an erection. It was shaping up to be another night of his fumbling attempts and going to sleep before I even got aroused. I got a glass of wine and went back to the living room. "I was telling ol' Toby that you have the prettiest tits in this part of the country," Bill said stumbling over 'prettiest' "Why don't you show him your titties?" "Why don't you just go to bed, Bill?" I snapped. This was going to be another dry run for sure. "'Cause I was goina show Toby what a great body you have, Jenny," Bills head was bobbing around like it was on a spring. He wasn't even going to make it to the bedroom. "Open your robe and show him your pretty tiny tits." I wasn't about to show Toby anything, because I knew there was nothing in it for me. Toby watched Bill with an amused expression on his face. "I would like to see them," Toby said in a surprising soft voice for such a large man. "Bill's been braggin' on them all night." "How do you know Bill?" I asked. "You have a last name?" " Brown, Toby Brown. Met him tonight at a bar. He was fucked up when I met him, but he kept on bragging about his beautiful wife, so I had to see for myself. Besides he couldn't drive, so I brought him home. He was right on the money. You are beautiful, Jenny." "Thank you, Toby," I said. "And thanks for bringing him home." "Don't I get a reward for bring the lush home?" "I suppose," I said. "What would you consider a proper reward?" "A real good look at that luscious body would be a good start," he said with a big grin. "Bill said you did lingerie modeling." "Not like a professional model," I said. "Just here at home sometimes." "Okay," he said. "That would work for me." I did owe the big guy for bringing Bill home, so I figured why not. Modeling always got me hot, and I thought that might be a good start to my night with my trusty dildo. I went and changed out of that old ratty robe into a white teddy. By the time I got back to the living room, Bill was passed out. I put some music on the stereo and began to model for Toby. At Toby's insistence I changed into another little number. When I returned Toby applauded. I made sure to give him a tit flash a couple of times as I paraded around. There was something sexy and taboo about showing off for a black man. Bill was there, but he wasn't really there. He was snoring loudly. "Nice, Jenny," Toby said. "More please." I make a couple more changes the last one was a red bra and panty set. I didn't bother with the garter because I didn't want to dig out my red hose. "Now that's what I'm talkin' about!" Toby said when I came into the room. "Girl you look like a million dollars." I don't know why I took such delight in his opinion of what I looked like, but I did. I blushed at his words of praise. I strutted around the room and came back in front of where he sat. "Am I going to get a good look at your tits?" he asked. I reached back and undid the bra. This was what Bill brought him home for, wasn't it? I let the bra drop and tossed it away. I could almost feel the heat from his eyes as he stared at my boobs. I've always gotten a thrill when some man looked at me, but this was certainly more than a thrill. I felt a well-known tingle in my groin. "Show me the rest of you," Toby said in his soft voice. I think it was then that I knew for a certainty that Toby was not just a watcher. I knew in my heart that that black man was going to have sex with me while my husband sat snoring in a drunken stupor. I eased the panties down a little at a time. For some reason I got a kick out of teasing this big black man. I knew without having to look, that my outer labia was swollen and puffy. "Come here, girl," Toby said. I kicked the panties on off and slowly approached the man. My heart was racing and my mouth was dry. Toby pulled me down onto his lap. "Have you ever fucked a black man?" he asked. I shook my head. "You are about to, you know?" I nodded my head. Yes, I did know. He had his big paw on my breast, toying with my puffy nipple, which felt like it was about to explode. "I'm going to stick my hard black cock in your pussy and fuck you 'til you beg me to stop. Do you want that?" As my answer to the question, I spread my legs to give him access to me. He chuckled as he ran a finger between my pussy lips. "Nice and wet for ol' Toby ain't you?" His finger and thumb found my extended clitoris, and he grasped it and tugged. I nearly jumped from his lap. It was like an electrical surge went through me. I was moaning loudly. I glanced over at Bill, who didn't even twitch at the racket I made. Toby stuck a finger in my wet pussy, keeping his thumb on my button. I had a small orgasm. "You are some kind of hot Mama, Jenny," Toby said. "I'm going to love fucking you, and I think now is the time." He stood up, lifting me as if I weighed nothing. I pointed the way to the bedroom where he gently deposited me on the bed. "You want to see what you're about to get?" "Yes," I said, my voice husky. He took off his shirt and tossed it aside. He undid his belt and let his pants fall. He was wearing a pair of red briefs with a huge bulge. He quickly removed the briefs, displaying the largest penis I had ever seen. It was almost twice as big as Bill's dick. "Oh my God," I said, unaware until he grinned at me, that I spoke aloud. "You're gonna love this piece of meat," Toby said with a grin as he approached the bed. "And I'm gonna love you loving it." Then Toby did something that no man had ever done to me. He licked and nibbled my pussy, sending me into one whimpering orgasm after another. Bill never engaged me in oral sex. He was always one-way about it. He wanted me to suck his dick, but never returned the favor. I was flying high from this big black man's tongue. Just when I thought it could get any more intense Toby put his big cock in me. I realized that I was screaming, but didn't care. The worst thing that could happen was Bill would wake up to find a black man fucking me. We did it with Toby on top of me, doggy style, and with me on top of him. I came at least once in every position. Toby ejaculated several times, but never seemed to go completely soft. His recovery time was remarkable. Toby ate me two more times that night. One while we were in a sixty-nine. I really enjoyed that. I didn't even mind the taste of our combined fluids on his cock. Toby left me about three o'clock in the morning. He had to let himself out because I was too exhausted to get off the come soaked bed. I remembered him telling me that I was a great fuck, and that he wanted more of my pussy. Bill was gone to work when I got out of bed the next morning. He never asked me what happened that night, and I doubted that he even remembered bringing the black man home with him. A week later, Bill got promoted to short-haul over the road driver. He would leave on Sunday night and get back home either late Friday night or early Saturday morning. I didn't see or hear from Toby. I thought about him and his wonderful tool many times, and had fingered myself and used the dildo several time. I chalked it up as a one time thing. I couldn't have been more wrong. One afternoon I looked up at a customer approaching my teller window and there he stood with a broad grin on his face. He looked even larger standing in the bank then he had in my house. "Hi Jenny," Toby said in his soft silky voice. "How you doin'?" "I'm fine," I managed to say. There wasn't another customer in the bank and my fellow teller had not returned from her lunch break. The manager was in his office with the door closed. Even at that distance, I felt myself start to moisten. "I've thought about you a lot," Toby said handing me a check to cash. I automatically went through the check cashing procedures. "Have you thought about me?" I nodded while counting out his money. "Good. I hear Bill is running over the road these days. Why don't I drop by tonight?" I felt a tingling in my midsection. I nodded while looking into his eyes. "Good, I'll see you about seven?" Again, I nodded not trusting my voice. Toby showed up right on time. He didn't waste a moment. He had me naked and on the bed within ten minutes of his arrival. He fucked me until nearly ten o'clock when hunger drove us out of bed. I called in a pizza order and we had pizza and beer. In fact Toby finished the last slice of pizza while I straddled him. He sucked my whole breast in his mouth in an effort to get the splattered pizza sauce off. We were back on the bed shortly after that. Toby left around two o'clock in the morning. After that night Toby came to me two or three time a week. I made sure that Toby didn't come while it was still daylight because of the neighbors. The old bag that lived next door had her beak in everybody's business. We live in a pretty conservative town in the south. There are several larger cities within a short driving distance. Toby and I maintained our covert relationship for several months. I asked Toby what he did for a living, but he was always vague with his answer. I gathered that he was some sort of personnel recruiter. Toby called himself a headhunter. Bill didn't catch on. He spent every weekend drinking or drunk. Now it wasn't all that important to me, because I had plenty of sex without him. Great sex, too. One day in early summer, Toby called me at work on my cell phone and told me we were going out that night to a large city close by. That was a departure from our normal routine. We had never gone out in public together before. Because it was some distance away, I thought it might be fun for a change, so I agreed to meet him just outside of town for our trip. The night out was fun. Toby took me to a nice upscale restaurant and we had a lovely meal. We went to a night club that was mostly all black. I only saw a few white faces and they were all women. Toby seemed to know everybody in the place and he apparently enjoyed showing me off. We got back to my house just after midnight for some great sex. In early June, Bill got another promotion to long distance driving. He was gone more now than he had been. His run was from Atlanta to the west coast and back to the east coast. Now he was gone for two or three weeks at a time. Bill wanted me to give up my bank job and make the run with him. I declined for two reasons. I don't like to travel all that much, and I didn't want to give up my black lover. I was too use to having hot sweaty sex whenever I wanted it. Of course I didn't tell Bill the second reason. "Jenny," Toby said. We were laying on the bed cooling off after a hot session of fucking. "Is Bill going to be gone this weekend?" I told him that he was going to be leaving on Friday morning and wouldn't be back for over two weeks. "Good," Toby said. "Let's take a weekend trip. I have some friends I want you to meet, and we'll do some dining and dancing. Why don't you take off Monday so we won't have to be in any hurry?" I had plenty of vacation days so that's exactly what I did. Since Bill hardly ever called home while he was away, I didn't worry about his calling and wondering why I was gone. Toby and I left right after I got off on Friday afternoon. *** "Who's place is this?" I asked looking around at the magnificent place. It was in a ritzy neighborhood that was still just inside the Atlanta city limits. The house was luxurious beyond anything I had ever seen. A pretty Latina let us in, and apparently had been expecting us. "It's owned by Colin Beck," Toby said. "He a business man that I know. He'll be joining us later. What do you think? Could you get used to living like this?" "I think I could," I said laughing. "It would be tough, but I could do it. What does Colin Beck do?" "He has several irons in the fire," Toby said. "Some of this and some of that. Let's take a dip in the pool." I changed into a tiny bikini that I had bought just a few days earlier. It didn't leave much to the imagination. Maria, the maid, brought us a pitcher of margaritas to the pool side table. We were still in the pool when Colin Beck came home. "You must be Jenny," he said in a loud booming voice. Colin Beck was bigger and blacker than Toby. "I've heard a lot about you." I was hanging on the side of the pool and he was standing above me, looking down at my loose top. I knew he could see nearly all of my little cones. "Let me get changed, and I'll join you in the pool." He left yelling at Maria to get more margaritas. Colin was back in a few minutes. In his swimming suit he looked even larger then he had in street clothes. His legs looked like tree trunks. He paused at the table only long enough to gulp down a drink, and he dove into the pool without hardly a splash. "Colin almost made the Olympic swim team," Toby said swimming up beside me. "Had a little trouble with one of the female swimmers and got kicked off the team." "He must be pretty successful to own a place like this," I said. "This is one of four homes I own," Colin said suddenly surfacing beside me. "I also have homes in California, Florida, St. Thomas and Mexico." I smiled my appreciation for his success. "Now let's drink some more of Maria's margaritas." We got out of the pool and they went to sit in the shade of a large umbrella. It was still warm and I elected to set on a lounge chair to catch the last of the sun's rays. Toby brought me a margarita. I didn't really need another drink because I had already drank three. I was feeling a little light-headed as it was. Colin and Toby were talking, and I listened with only half of my attention. It wasn't until I heard the word "pussy" that I listened harder to their conversation. "So what's the big deal?" Toby said. "What's she bitching about?" "Wants a bigger percentage," Colin said. "Fuck her," Toby snapped. "No, fair's fair," Colin said. "She's worth it, and besides we'll pass it on to the consumer. Forget about it. What's your plans for tonight?" "I figured we'd just hang here tonight," Toby said. "Is that all right with you Jenny?" It took a moment for me to realize that he was talking to me. "Oh, sure," I said. "Whatever you want is fine with me." "You better get your pretty ass up and move around or you'll be asleep in no time," Toby told me. He was right, so I got up and went over to the table. I stood between them and Toby put his arm around me, his hand resting on my butt. He quickly slipped his hand inside the suit to my bare bottom. With his other hand he poked at the water droplets that still clung to me. "Ain't she pretty, Colin?" "That is a fact," Colin said. "You are a study in beauty, Jenny." My face flushed at the compliment. "Is she any good, Toby?" "One of the best I ever had," Toby answered. "No matter how many time I fuck her, her cunt still stays tight. Jenny likes it anyway I can give it to her." If my face had been flushed, it was now bright red. Even Bill had never spoken about me like that, but I didn't have time to analyze my feelings about it. "How about anal?" Colin asked as if I were not there. "She like it up the ass?" "Loves it up her shitter," Toby said taking his hand out the back of my bikini bottom. "You got to take it easy until she gets opened up, but then it a real go." He untied the top of the bikini. The top was loose, but still hung down over my breasts. "Get a load of these beauties," Toby said pushing the top to the side completely exposing my breasts to Colin's eyes. "Damn, brother," Colin said. "Those are nice puppies. Just right for a mouthful." He proceeded to test that theory by putting one whole breast in his mouth and sucking hard. Toby didn't want to be outdone, and he took the other one in his mouth. They seemed to be engaged in a contest to see who could suck harder. If they had not each had a hand on my butt, I would have fallen, because my knees got too weak to hold me upright. There was nothing I had ever experienced to prepare me for the sensation of having two men suckle at the same time. I came while they sucked on my breasts. I didn't notice a signal, but simultaneously, they untied the strings on my bottoms and let it fall to the patio. I was naked with two black men and they each had my tit in their mouth. I came again. Toby released my breast long enough to take his swim suit off. When he was back on my breast, Colin did the same. When Colin's cock sprang out of his suit I nearly fainted. It was even larger than Toby's. There was not any doubt in my mind that I had been brought there for Colin's enjoyment. I tried, for a few moments to feel some resentment or even anger, but it failed to materialize. All I could feel was the excitement of being consumed by two men. "She's wet," Colin announced sticking a massive finger in me. I could have told him that. "Let's take her into the den." Toby nearly carried me into the spacious den. Colin went ahead of us and sat down on a chair. Toby led me to him and turned me around so that my back was to Colin. Toby then pushed me back so that I had to straddle the bigger man's legs. When I had been backed as far as I could go, Toby pushed me down onto Colin's waiting rigid cock. I thought for a moment that I was being split into by his massive dick, but suddenly he slipped into me, and I settled down on him. I was never so full of anything in my life. I looked up to see a grinning Toby standing there stroking his own cock. "You look good, Jenny," Toby said. "With your cunt stuffed full of black cock. How does it feel?" "It feels big," I stammered. "Good, but very big." "You'll settle into it in a minute. They tell me that Colin is quite the cocksman." "I don't get many complaints," Colin said. He put his hand on my head and pushed me forward. "Suck Toby's cock while your cunt adjusts to my cock." Toby stepped up, and I leaned forward and took his stiff cock in my mouth. Now I was stuffed at both ends. It wasn't very long before I was moving up and down on Colin's cock. Just a little at first then more and more until I was bouncing the full length of his massive pole. I found it hard to concentrate on sucking Toby and fucking Colin at the same time, but neither man complained. Over the next thirty minutes the men swapped places a couple of times. I was a mass of quivering passion. I don't know how many times I came, but I know it was a bunch. I was zoned out and it startled me when Colin called for Maria. I had forgot all about the maid. "Maria, get your ass in here," Colin bellowed. I was sitting on Colin who was on his back. I was facing away from him. We were on the sofa and Colin was fucking my ass. It had taken a long time for him to work his whole cock in me, but finally he had succeeded. "Yes sir?" Maria said coming into the room. "You need to be eating Jenny's cunt for her," Colin said. "Get to it." I have never even seriously thought about sex with another woman. When the woman came and got on her knees I didn't know what to do or what to say. I couldn't get up, even if I had wanted to. I was impaled on Colin, and he was holding my hips. Colin shifted around so that I was accessible to the maid. The little Latina lowered her head to me and began to lick and nibble on my pussy, which was leaking sperm from the several loads the men put in me. "Oh, good," Toby said laughing. He was coming back from the bathroom.. "I see you added some more pussy to the party." He knelt behind the woman and flipped her short skirt up. "I might as well have some Mexican gash while it's here." "Might as well," Colin said. "How does Maria's mouth feel, Jenny?" My answer was a long moan as I reached another climax. Her mouth was driving me crazy. Toby's pounding of her drove her mouth down hard on my swollen pussy. I could hear Maria whimpering as Toby fucked her hard. Maybe it was my own whimpering, it's hard to say for sure. We all came about the same time. Colin was last and when I felt his hot sperm in my bowels, I had a big orgasm. I think I may have blacked out for a moment. That was the beginning of a long night of passion. Between Maria, Colin, and Toby there was a mouth or a cock in my pussy most of the night. It was my first experience at any type of group sex. I had read about it, heard about it, and wondered about it...now I knew about it. It was great! At some point Colin insisted that I eat Maria's pussy. I resisted, but he insisted, and won. In all honesty it wasn't that big of a deal. I didn't get a big thrill licking her, but I wasn't repulsed either. It was interesting to play with the strings of come that came out of her, and it was kinda nice to make her come. I got to witness a double penetration before I actually became involved in one. Colin and Toby doubled up on Maria. Toby was in her butt, and Colin in her pussy, while I played with her big breasts. I thought the poor thing was going to faint. It wasn't long before I knew how she felt, and I did faint. At least for a few minutes. Colin woke we up by slapping his dick on my face. Sometime in the wee hours of the morning, I remember thinking that the weekend had sure started off with a bang. *** I was waking up in gradual stages when the door flew open and Toby came in the room. Without a word he scooped me up and carried me naked out side to the swimming pool, and tossed me in. "That ought to get your eyes open," Toby said laughing. "Putter around for a few minutes and come to brunch. Clothing optional." I swam a few minutes and went to put on some clothes. While I had became pretty used to nudity, eating without clothes seemed a bit much. "Good morning," Maria said giving me a cheery smile. "I have a buffet set up in the dining room. She had prepared a scrumptious meal and I was hungry. I made a pig out of myself. Colin joined me after a few minutes and Toby showed up about ten minutes later. "Jenny," Colin said. "After you finish eating, Maria is going to shave your pussy for you." That pissed me off. "What if I don't want shaved? I tried it once, and didn't like it when it started growing back." "You'll get your snatch shaved," Colin said as a matter of fact. "I like to eat pussy and I don't like picking hair out of my teeth. Besides when you get that bush shaved, you'll look like a little girl with your cute little tits. Some men like the idea of fucking a teeny-bopper." I opened my mouth to argue, but when I saw Toby give me a warning shake of his head, I closed it again. After all I was a guest in Colin's home, and it wasn't that big a deal for me. An hour later, after Maria finished, I was as bare as a little kid. She was gentle and used some kind of lotion that soothed the razor scrapes. She made the endeavor more pleasurable by occasionally biting my clit and tonguing my slit. Looking in the mirror, I had to laugh. I did look like a pre-teenager. Colin came in right after Maria left and he looked at me admiralty. "Nice looking cunt, Jen," he said. "The Badger is going to love getting into that." "Who's The Badger?" I asked. "A business acquaintance," Colin said playing with my exposed clitoris. "I sometimes let him sample my girls." My girls? What did that mean, I wondered? I didn't have time to wonder about it right them. Colin had removed his shorts and was stroking his big cock while looking at me with lust in his eyes. "I need a quick fuck, little girl," he said as he pushed me down on the bed. Bill's quick fuck took all of five minutes, if that long. Colin's idea of a quickie, was more like half an hour. "Ahh, that's good pussy," Colin said rolling off of me. "Get your cunt cleaned up, and come on out to the patio. The Badger will be here in a little while. Wear your bikini, Sweetheart. You look fuckin' good in it. I want to surprise The Badger." He ignored my questions about The Badger and left me to get ready. *** Forty-five minutes later I met The Badger. I don't know what I expected, but he wasn't it. The Badger was seventy years old if he was a day. His hair was mostly grey and he was a little stooped. His voice was high, and he spoke with a stammer. The poor old guy, didn't look like he could stand up. From the way Toby and Colin were yelling he apparently couldn't hear all that well either. "Well ain't you a pretty child?" he said reaching out to take my hands. "Colin said he had a surprise for me, and you sure are a surprise. Let me see you, Honey." I stood in front of him and struck a poise. "He means he wants to see all of you Jenny," Toby said even softer than he normally spoke. "Strip for The Badger." It seemed like a cruel thing to do to an old man, but I took off the top and then the bottom of the bikini. The old man stared at me with his watery eyes. "My, my," he said, literally smacking his lips.. "She is something else. You did good, Colin. Is there someplace..." "Yes sir," Colin said quickly. He jumped up to help the old man get up. "Jenny, take The Badger to your room and be nice to him." "Be nice? What do you want me to do?" I asked. Surely they didn't expect that old man to be able to do anything with me. "Whatever he wants," Colin said. "And, Sugar, I mean anything at all." I led the tottering old guy to my bedroom. As we walked the old fart put his hand on my ass. This was going to be a touch and feel deal, I was certain. I helped him set down on a straight chair and waited for his instructions. Since he didn't have enough wind for talking, he motioned me to come closer to him. I did, and he grabbed me, by sticking a bent and knotty finger in my pussy and pulling me closer. It surprised me that he had the strength to do it. That was the first of several surprises The Badger had in store for me. The old guy licked every square inch of my body, paying a lot of attention to my tits. After washing me with his tongue, he pushed himself up from the chair and dropped his pants. That old codger was hung like a bear! His old wrinkled cock was still soft, but it hung nearly to his knobby knees. He sat back down and told me to suck it. I got to my knees and took his cock in both hands to keep it from folding over. I licked and sucked for a few minutes and lo and behold the damned thing begin to stiffen. Now it was a challenge for me. I had to see if I could make him hard. I was totally successful. It only took a few more minutes and the old man's cock was sticking straight up. I straddled him and using his cock I played with my pussy by rubbing it back and forth through the slit. I was a little surprised when he jerked me down on it. I was even more surprised when his cock went in so easy. After it was fully in me I sat still waiting on a cue. I took his feeble attempts to lift me as a sign he wanted me to fuck him, so I did. Slowly at first, and then faster and faster. While I bounced on his cock, he sucked on my puffy tits. The old bastard caused me to come within a few moments, and I did it several times after that. The Badger ejaculated with a tiny little squeak, but that was the only thing little about it. He sprayed a huge load of come in me. The old guy must have been saving it for a long while. It gushed out around his withering cock and ran down across his skinny legs to the floor. Fifteen minutes later, after I cleaned him up, he tottered to the bed and lay down, motioning me to come to him. I got on the bed and he lifted his legs up. He told me to suck his ass. Remembering the instruction from Colin and the warning he implied, I licked and kissed his puckered old ass. While I did I stroked his cock and the old man got it up again and fucked me for a second time. It took longer the second time and I enjoyed it even more. I got off four or five times. I checked to make sure the old fart was still breathing, and left him sleeping peacefully on my bed. Since it didn't seem to matter if I had clothes on or not I went to the pool, naked and dove in. A short while later I found a float and lay on it getting some sun. "Jenny, I have some refreshment for you," Maria said from the pool side. She was holding a pitcher of drinks. I paddled over and got out of the water. "Thank you Maria," I said. It was some fruity drink and it tasted wonderful. "Where is everybody?" "Mister Colin and Mister Toby went into the city. The old one is still sleeping." She smiled at me. "You have caused him great pleasure, I think." "Let me tell you," I said with a laugh. "There may be snow on the roof, but there a fire in the furnace. He was a pretty good fuck, even if I did do most of the work. Let me ask you something. How long have you worked for Colin?" "Four years," Maria answered. "He has been most generous to me and to my family." "You must have started when you were still a teenager. You can't be much over twenty now." "I'm twenty-one," she said. "Yes, I started when I was still in high school. My mother and my older sister also work for Mister Colin." "Are they maids also?" Maria laughed, "No, they work as escorts. My mother is working on her second contract and Tanya, my sister started last year. They both make a lot of money. As I said, Mister Colin is very generous. May I ask how long you work for him?" "I don't work for him. I work in a bank in Gloversville. Why do you think I work for him?" "Oh, I'm sorry," she said. "I just thought... Oh..." "But why did you think I worked for Colin?" "Mister Toby brought you to Mister Colin. When you were having sex with Mister Colin I just thought you were an employee. I'm sorry. I must go fix lunch." Maria hurried away. I sat in the sun, sipped the drink, and wondered just what I had gotten myself into. Colin apparently had some call girls and apparently Toby recruited for him. I didn't get much passed that before I dozed off. I awoke when I felt the lips on my nipple. It was Toby. I woke up and checked myself to make sure I hadn't burned. Luckily as the sum moved put me in the shade of the giant umbrella. "Hi Sweet tits," Toby said. "Have a nice nap?" "Yeah, I guess," I answered. The pitcher had been replaced with a fresh one. Toby poured me a drink and set down beside me on the lounge. "Boy you sure did impress The Badger," Toby said. "I think I was the one to be impressed," I replied. "How old is he anyway?" "About seventy-five. I think he wants to see you again, soon." "Toby, what the hell am I doing here?" "Getting laid, mostly," Toby said with a laugh. "Aren't you having a good time?" "Sure, it's been fun," I said. "Tell me, Toby, what's going on?" Toby didn't answer right away. "You like to fuck," he finally said. "You like to fuck me and so I assumed you liked to fuck black men. Was I wrong?" I shook my head. After Colin and The Badger, it would be foolish to deny it. "I figured you could use a few extra bucks doing what you love to do." "I'm getting paid for this?" I asked surprised. "Sure you are," he answered. "That session with the Badger got you a grand. You should make a couple thousand more this weekend. Are you upset?" I didn't answer his question, because I didn't know the answer. I should have been upset, because I wasn't a whore. I pondered that for a moment. Maybe I was a whore. I had already come to terms with the fact I was a slut. After the first week with Toby I knew I was a slut. I sipped some more of the fruit drink. I made a thousand dollars for fucking that old geezer? That took some more deliberation. Except for having to suck on his old asshole, I had as much fun as he had. Maybe even more. "Jenny, you are going to have to make up your mind pretty soon," Toby said interrupting my thoughts. "If you want to keep on with the party, fine. If not, we need to get you back to Gloversville tonight." "Is that what you do?" I asked. "You find women for Colin?" "Among other things, yes." "So I was just a recruit?" "Not at first," Colin said. "In the beginning, you were just a pretty white woman I wanted to fuck. When I realized that you had a talent for it, I figured why not? Don't tell me you are content with what the bank pays you?" He made a good point there. I wasn't contented with what I made. Even with Bill's promotions we still were not living the good life. It cost a lot for Bill to be out on the road and he drank up most of the rest of it. "What's expected of me?" I asked Toby. "You go where Colin tells you, and do what your are told to do. Mostly just fuckin' and suckin' Nobody will hurt you. You are too much of a high-quality a prize for anybody to hurt you. Some of the older women get into the rough trade. Bondage, and S and M shit. The bottom line is simple. You'll get a lot of cock and get paid well for doing something you like to do." "Black men?" I asked. I had already made a decision and I knew it. I wasn't going back to Gloversville until the weekend was over. "Yeah, for the most part," Toby answered. He grinned at me. He knew I was hooked. "Few white men, and maybe some Asians from time to time. You may have to eat some pussy, but we already know you can do that, don't we?" I nodded. "Hell, Jenny, you can make five or six grand a month just fucking on weekends. That little girl's body will make us all a lot of dollars. You are sitting on a gold mine, Sugar. A fucking gold mine." *** "Party time," Colin said coming out onto the patio. "You ready to get your cunt fucked, Jenny?" "I guess so," I said. "What's the plan?" "Private club I know," He said. "Maria laid a dress on your bed. She took it in so it will fit you. By the way, good job with The Badger. He had nothing but high praise for you. Said you was the best fuck he'd had in years. Get a move on, Sweetie. "We'll catch a bite to eat on the way." "Is Toby going with us?" "Naw, he got things to do. I guess he'll be around later." *** The Club Colin took be to was called the Kenya Club. From the people I saw it was a club for black men. It was in a old refurbished three story house. Colin took me on a tour of the place. I quickly got the impression it wasn't for my benefit. He was showing me to the members. I was wearing a bright red cocktail dress that barely covered the cheeks of my butt and had a plunging neckline. Following Colin's instructions, I had on just a small amount of makeup and Maria had braided my hair into pigtails. I looked like somebody's little niece. From the conversation and remarks, I was developing a large group of uncles. "Is she new, Colin?" a portly man asked. "Yes sir she certainly is. Got the cutest little tits you ever laid your eyes on." "Let's have a look," the man said. He was sitting with a black woman who was at least twenty years younger then he was." Colin pulled one side of my dress over to expose my breast. "That is prime tit meat," the man said looking at his date or whatever she was. "Ain't she Betty?" The woman nodded her head. "How much for me and Betty?" "Five hundred for an hour," Colin said. "Worth every penny of it, too." "How does she feel about eating Pussy," the woman asked. She wasn't talking to me, but I was getting tired of being ignored and talked around. "I don't have a problem with it," I spoke up. She glanced at me and nodded. "Can I fuck her up the ass?" the man asked. "When you pay your money, you get all her fuckin' holes. Let me know pretty soon. I'm bookin' her up pretty fast." Colin said. He took my arm and steered me away from the couple. "If I want you to talk, I'll tell you to," he whispered to me. "Until I do ask, keep your fucking mouth shut." He squeezed my upper arm hard for emphasis. We stopped at several tables and Colin showed me off to individual men and a few other couples. Colin was talking to two men, when the lights flicked a couple of times. Apparently a signal for something to happen. Colin cut his conversation short and took me to a room off the main room. It was a bedroom because except for two chairs and a bedside table that was all there was in the room. A small bathroom and shower was off that room. "Okay, Sugar-pie," Colin said. "You wait here and pretty soon some swinging dick will show up. You do whatever they want except no bare-backing. Everybody wears a condom, and there are no exceptions. There is a button on that table. Push it if you have any problem. I'll see you later." He had not more than left when the door opened and a short heavy-set black man came in. He didn't bother to introduce himself, he just fucked me. fortunately I didn't need foreplay to be lubed, because there was none. He stripped, motioned for me to do the same and wham-bam, thank you ma'am. He was followed by a succession of other men. All black and all without an ounce of finesse. I fucked five men before I had time to take a shower, then five or six more and another shower. I had completely lost track of time, but it had to be somewhere around midnight when the portly man and his date, who I later found out, was his wife came in. Betty and Harry. Betty took me to the shower and washed me, first with just her tongue and later with hot water and soap. While Harry fucked me, Betty sat on my face and forced me to eat her. From then on it was a variation on that theme. Apparently Betty had a lot of experience with the girl-girl performance, because she gave as good as she got. Harry and Betty were followed by another couple and they, in turn was followed by two black men. For a while the two men took turns with me, then they doubled up and gave me a hell of a two dick fuck. When Colin came and got me I was shocked to find out it was nearly daylight. The sun was just coming up. I managed to make it to my bed and died for nearly ten hours. Sunday afternoon, The Badger came back for more of me. Again he proved to me more than a satisfactory lover. Sunday night we went back to the club and I got it on with a bunch more people. In singles, twos, and threes they came, and came, and came, and so did I. I made a little over three thousand for the weekend. That started my life as a whore for Colin Beck. I was in Atlanta for three weekends a month for nearly a year. During that time I managed to put back over seventy thousand dollars. Poor stupid Bill never caught on that his wife was a whore for black cock Even when I announced that I wanted a divorce, he didn't know. After I left Bill, I moved to Atlanta and became a full time whore for another year. Then Colin moved me to Chicago for a year. Since I never developed extravagant tastes I managed to save a lot of money. Some I invested in blue chip stocks as safe investments. I took a chance and bought some stock in a computer company that really took off, and I made a pile of money. When the novelty of a white woman that looked like a teenager wore off in Chicago, Colin moved me to Los Angeles. Actually that was what he intended for me to do, but I took a different plane and lost myself in middle America. I legally changed my name to Jennifer Albright and started my own business. I met a man, we fell in love, and married. The perfect storybook ending except that it doesn't end there. PART TWO "Hi Jenny, long time no see." I nearly fainted. Toby Brown was standing at my front door. After a long time of trying to assemble my mental facilities, I stammered, "go away Toby." "Can't do that Sweet Tits," he responded with a huge grin. "I've spent too much time, effort, and money finding you. Aren't you going to invite me in?" "No, Toby," I said firmly. "I'm not. You are a part of someone else's life. Please just go away." "Okay, if that's what you really want." He held up a photograph. It was me, Colin, and some other black man. I was engaged in sex with them and my face was plainly recognizable. "I have a box of these and some great video tapes. I guess I'll have to see that Harold.that is your new hubby's name isn't it? Anyway, I guess ol' Harold will love to see what his little wifey was doing before he met her, huh?" My mind went blank again. Toby opened the storm door and came in. "How you been makin' it Jenny?" Toby asked, brushing passed me and entering the living room. "How's married life?" "It's great, Toby," Willing my brain to start working. "Why are you doing this?" "Colin was pissed that you didn't give notice," he said with a grin. "It's dangerous to piss Colin off. Nice place you got here. Is Harold home?" "No, he at work," I snapped. "It's been two years, Toby. Colin can't still be pissed after all this time. Why are you here?" "Naw, you're right," Toby said with a laugh. "Colin ain't pissed, he's dead. He got cross-ways with some really bad dudes. The problem is, he sold the rights to all his video's to a syndicate before he died. The boss of the syndicate had reason to believe Colin also sold your contract to them. They got to looking around for you and what do you know? You were gone." "There was no contract, Toby. You know that. What's the real deal?" "After Colin's demise, I went to work for the syndicate. A man by the name of Donk Miller is the head of that group. Donk sent me to find you." "Why on earth would he go to all that trouble? There can't be a shortage of girls. What kind of name is Donk, anyway?" "Short for Donkey, I guess. My mission was to find you, and tell you to get your ass back. Donk wants you, Jenny, and what Donk wants, he gets." "You can just charge back, and tell Donk to go to hell. He probably doesn't want the cops swarming all over him, and that's what will happen if he fucks with me." I was getting pissed off. "So you don't care if Harold sees your pictures getting hosed by black cock? You think he'll like the videos?" "No, I don't think he'll like them very much," I admitted. "But if that's what you have to do, then do it, and get out of my face. I'll deal with Harold, myself." I was scared. My new life was about to crumble, and there wasn't much I could do about it. I did love Harold and I was sure he loved me, but I had serious doubts that there was enough love of overcome my previous life and activities. That would take a lot of love. There was another thing, too. Seeing him and standing close to Toby had conjured up a flood of memories. Things I had shoved to the far back of my mind. His powerful body, his beautiful black cock and the way I had felt when he was fucking me. Over the two years I had been out of the prostitution game, I had not missed it even for a single minute. I had, however, missed the raw, animalistic sex that I had gotten from Toby and even the rougher Colin. "Shame, you are going to give all this up," Toby said, looking around at my house. "A lot of nice things, here." "Maybe so," I rejoined, "but all these things are mine, and I'm not going to give up a damned thing." "I see," Toby said slowly. "Well if that's how it has to be." He reached and gently stroked my arm. "You still have them cute little tits?" "They haven't grown, if that's what you mean." His touch sent shivers allover my body. "Good, 'cause I really love your perfect little knockers. Always fun to suck on. How about a fuck for old times sake?" "I don't think that's going to happen, Toby," I answered trying to keep my voice calm. "Your threats to destroy my life are not really a turn-on, you know." "I'm not going to do anything," Toby said, his hand reaching up to my shoulder and then down across my chest to my breast. "Whatever is done, it will be Donk's doin'" His fingers went unerringly to my nipple which he squeezed, causing me to shudder. There was no use in trying to pretend he hadn't turned me on. "Can you prevent him from giving the photos to Harold?" I asked with a trembling in my voice. "I don't have that much influence over Donk," Toby answered. "I'm not going to lie to you. We've been through too much for me to lie." Toby had successfully unbuttoned my shirt, and had both of my breasts in his black hands. If anything the years had increased the sensitivity to my large puffy nipples. I couldn't hold back a moan as he stroked and fondled my nips. As if they had a mind of their own, my hands went to his crotch. Toby was hard, as I knew he would be. Five minutes later we were on my bed, and Toby has his wonderful cock in me. My Harold is a wonderful lover. Kind, gentle, and considerate of my wants and needs. Harold always made sure that I had at least one orgasm. With Toby I had one climax before he was fully in me. Toby was longer and thicker than Harold. He was rougher, also. Not as rough and hard as Colin had been, but much rougher than Harold. Harold approached sex with me as if he were afraid that I might break or something. I knew that it was unfair to compare the two men. They both had their good points, but in all honesty I came like crazy with Toby. Toby fucked me for over an hour before he finally had to rest. It was old times revisited. "What's does this Donk dude want?" I asked Toby as we lay on the bed trying to recover. "Damned if I know," Toby answered. "He just told me to find you and bring you back to him, even if I had to fuck you up." He sighed, "you probably should get ready for the heat, Jenny. I ain't got the balls to go tell Donk I couldn't find you." Toby stayed for another hour or so, giving me another great fuck. I spent the rest of the afternoon catching up on some business. I have several people who do the actual nuts and bolts of my business, but there are some things that require my personal attention. Most I can do from the office at home. Most of the time I cussed and fretted about my situation. By dinner time I had reached a decision. I would tell Harold everything. If he beat the crap out of me and left, so be it. He would have that right. At any rate, Harold wouldn't get blind-sided by the photos or videos. I owed him that. "Did you have a nice day?" Harold asked me. We were getting ready for bed. I was wearing a powder blue baby-doll. I got on the bed beside him. "Honestly, no," I answered. "Could have been a lot better. There are some things I need to tell you, Harold." I started at the beginning, telling about Bill, and told him everything. Except for quick glances, I couldn't look at him. Harold didn't interrupt me during the revelation, but I could feel his eyes on me. I finished my story and waited for the storm. After a few minutes of complete silence I couldn't stand it any longer. "Well, say something, dammit!" I snapped. "What do you want me to say?" "Yell, scream, hit me, or something. Don't just lay there, for Pete's sake." "Jen," Harold said slowly. "I truly don't know what to say. I'm not stupid. I know you've had a past. Wait here a minute." He left the bedroom and was back within a few minutes. He put a video tape in the player and turned the TV on. I was shocked speechless. It was a video of me and two black men. "Oh my God," I finally managed to utter. "Where did you get that tape?" "I've had it a long time," Harold answered getting back on the bed beside me. "Even before we were married. I recognized you from the first minute we met. This tape is actually the second one. I wore the first one out, watching it." "You knew? I mean you knew I did porno, and you still married me?" "Of course," he answered as a matter of fact. "Didn't it bother you to know that I had been with black men.a lot of black men?" "Not in the way you mean it," he said with a chuckle. "One big turn-on for me. By that time I was confused. Really confused. We lay there watching the video with the sound turned down for about fifteen minutes. I remembered clearly when the video was made. It was like it was yesterday instead of over two years earlier. Colin had not bothered to mention that I would be the star in a sex video. He took me to a place, we went in and he gave me to the two guys. I noticed the lights and things, but didn't pay all that much attention to them. It wasn't until after the two started playing with me and Colin started telling us what to do that I figured it out. There were two guys each with a camera. One doing video and the other making still pictures., but by that time I didn't care who was doing what, as long as someone was doing me. The video took several days to shoot. It was later edited, and the pieces put together to make an hour and a half video. I didn't even know it had been put out into the market place, although it didn't surprise me. It wasn't the only video I did. At that time in my life I was in my "don't give a shit" mode. I glanced over at Harold and saw that he was watching the video with rapt attention. It was a hot video, I'll have to admit. It had been called "School Daze", starring Sunni Daze, if I recall correctly. I had seen if before, and it never failed to get me hot. Very little thought went into the plot and it was mostly fucking and sucking. "So you knew," I said to break the silence. Harold nodded without taking his eyes off of the exhibition on the TV. I looked down and saw his dick was sticking out of his boxers. "And it doesn't want to make you run away?" "No, it makes me want to fuck you," Harold answered, still without taking his eyes from the TV. "You look like you are having a good time. Were you?" "Yes," I admitted. "I always have a good time." "When you and I are fucking, do you ever think of those black cocks?" I admitted that I did, sometimes. "Have you had a black cock since we've been married?" "Yes, once," I told him. I thought I might as well get all the cards on the table. He turned his head, and looked at me with an inquiring look. "This morning," I said. "I fucked Toby.twice. Right here on our bed." Before I could even move, Harold was on me. He tore the baby-doll bottoms off, and rammed his cock in me. It was the roughest, the most aggressive, he had ever been with me. He was too excited to last very long, but the time he did last was great. I had a couple climaxes. It wasn't long after that we went to sleep nestled in each others arms with the video still playing. The next day was Saturday and we slept in. It was after nine o'clock when we managed to get up and stir around. By the time I got out of the shower, Harold had the coffee made and was waiting for me at the kitchen table. "You don't have any idea who or what this Donk is?" Harold said. "Nothing except what Toby told me and what I told you last night. What does it matter now? The worst thing he could do was tell you and now you know. He can go fuck himself." "That's not entirely true," Harold said slowly. "He can make trouble for you in the community and for your business. It stands to reason if they can locate you, they find out about your business, if they haven't already." "Again I say, feed'em fish and fuck'em. I've had several good offers to buy me out. I'll sell the business, and we can relocate somewhere else." Harold was shaking his head. "That would only work for the short haul. If he found you once, he'll find you again. Do you have any idea where he's located?" "No, but Toby knows. I'm sure we haven't heard the last of Mister Toby." My prophecy proved correct. Toby came back the following Friday morning. I happened to see him drive up so I called Harold. Since Harold worked only a short drive away, he was soon home. "Harold this is Toby Brown. Toby this is my husband, Harold," I said when Harold came in the back door. Toby and I were sitting at the table in the kitchen. Toby looked at Harold and then back at me, and laughed. "You told him, huh?" "Yes I did, so you can tell your asshole buddy to fuck off." "Okay," Toby said quietly. "If that's what you want." He looked at Harold. "You okay with what Jenny told you?" "Water over the dam," Harold said. "Last Friday was that many gallons ago," Toby said. "She tell you that I fucked her last week?" "No, she said she fucked you," Harold replied with a grin. Toby stared at him a moment then laughed loudly. "I guess that's how it happened," he said still laughing. "I guess we don't have as much to hold over her as we thought." He sobered and continued. "But we do have some. Your business may go right down the shitter when the word get around. I'm telling you, Jenny, Donk won't be denied." "I sold the business," I said. I couldn't help but smirk a little. The timing couldn't have been better. Monday two men marched into my downtown office and demanded I sell, so I sold. Got more than I though I would, too. I laughed out loud at the expression on Toby's face. "Now what, Toby?" "Damned if I know," Toby admitted. "But you can expect Donk to do something and it won't be nice. I hate this shit, Jenny. I never wanted anything but good things for you. I hope you know that." The funny thing is, I believed him. Toby didn't have a mean bone in his body. "Who the hell is this Donk?" Harold asked. "Where is he located?" "His home in Memphis," Toby said. "Who is he? He's a lot of bad news. Runs a bunch of whores in several cities. He produces a lot of fuck flicks and heads up a large syndicate." "Do you have any idea why he wants Jen so bad?" Harold asked. "What's the deal here?" "I don't know," Toby said. "Jenny, do you remember that old guy. The one called The Badger?" I said I remembered him. "Donk is that old man's grandson. Maybe that's the connection." "The Badger?" Harold said. "What the hell is The Badger?" I told Harold about my meetings with the old man. He laughed, "You fucked an eighty year old man?" "Older than that," I said. "But to answer your question, yes I did. Toby, is he still alive?" "I guess so," Toby said. "I left Atlanta pretty soon after you did, but I haven't heard about him kickin' off." "An eighty year old man?" Harold said shaking his head. "That's hard to believe he could even get it up." "Well, I'm telling you he did and the old fart was hung like a bull." I said. "Toby, does this Donk want me to get back into the business?" "I don't know, Jenny. I don't know what the fuck he wants." "Find out," I said. "I don't have a problem meeting him, but I'm not getting back in the whore's game and that's final." Toby looked at me a moment and took out his cell phone. "Yeah Donk, it's me, Toby. I'm sittin' here with Jenny and her husband.No that ain't going to fly.no, that either. She sold out.I don't know Donk. Here you ask her yourself." Toby handed me the phone. "Hello," I said into the tiny phone. "So you sold out and your husband knows all, huh?" a deep voice said. "Yes. What the hell do you want with me?" I said. "I heard all about you Jenny," the voice said. "I liked what I heard. I've seen your videos and I liked what I saw. I want some of that pussy you got for myself." Harold had leaned over so that he could hear the conversation. I glanced at Harold who nodded at me. "Is that all?" I asked. "You threaten to ruin my life and my business for a piece of pussy?" "Maybe not all, but it's a big part of it. I do want some pussy, but I want you to be in one more video. I got a distributor over in London who can guarantee me a bunch of sales all over Europe, but he wants another Jenny flick. I'll bet you never knew you were such a big hit overseas, did you?" "No I didn't," I admitted. Harold had a scratch pad and was writing furiously. He handed me the pad. It said 'go for it' "I still don't get it," I said to Donk. "There are no shortage of young girls who would jump at the opportunity to make a fuck video. There are very few constraints in parts of Europe. Tell me the whole story." "Yeah, you're right," he said with a chuckle. "I could get a dozen before the sun goes down tonight. The big difference is, you can take two big dicks in your cunt at the same time, but you still look like a young innocent kid. You got any idea how hard it is to find that combination? You can come off as a young school girl and still take whatever's thrown at you." I gave that some thought. "Okay, I can see that it would be hard to find the right girl. Hard, but not impossible. Let's have the rest of it." "I want some of that famous pussy," the man said flatly. "You fucked half the niggers in Atlanta and now I want some for myself. You satisfied, now?" Harold handed me the note pad again. It still said, 'go for it'. "If I agree, what's in it for me?" I said to Donk, after mouthing 'are you sure?' to Harold and getting his enthusiastic nod. "Ten grand guaranteed, and two percent net," Donk answered quickly. "And as a bonus you get the biggest, blackest, hardest cock in the country. That would be me." "Okay, I'll get back to you," I said. "Where do you see this taking place?" "Memphis. Do we have a deal?" Donk insisted. "Yes, in principal," I answered. "Give me a number to contact you and like I said, I'll get back to you." "Okay Toby," I said handing him his phone back. "Does he?" "Does he what?" "Have the biggest, blackest, hardest cock in the country?" "I don't know," Toby said grinning. "I haven't ever seen his cock. I did find out that Donk is short for Donkey Dick. I guess from what I heard you'll find out for yourself." "Yes, it appears that Sunni Daze will ride again." I said, looking at Harold. "Are you sure you are going to be okay with this?" "Absolutly! I was always hopeful that there would be another video for my collection." "You have others?" I asked. "I have them all. At least all that I could find. My friend Tim will be pleased also." "Tim? Who's Tim?" "He was a guy I met several years ago. He changed jobs and relocated so we don't see each other all that often anymore. We still e-mail and the occasional phone call. I met him at the Adult Supermarket. He was buying one of your tapes and so was I. We started talking about you. We found we had our admiration for Sunni Daze in common. Tim even tried to start a Sunni Daze fan club, but it never got off the ground." Harold grinned and shook his head. "Poor Tim would eat his heart out if he knew that I married Sunni Daze." "Okay, Harold," I said trying to sound miffed. "You didn't marry Sunni Daze. You married Jennifer Albright." I turned my attention to Toby. "So what are you going to do now that your mission has been accomplished?" "Don't know," Toby said. "I guess I can find some work with Donk. Maybe I'll sign up to be one of his pimps." "Not to say you wouldn't be good at it, except that you would eat up all your profit. Did you know you were the first man to perform oral sex on me?" Toby looked surprised and shook his head. "Yes, that first night when Bill brought you home and passed out." "Son of a bitch, I sure didn't know that," Toby said. "Always been my theory that if a man won't eat it, he don't deserve it." At Harold's suggestion, Toby gave a demonstration of his oral talent. He also gave Harold a close-up view of a black cock fucking a white pussy. Watching Harold watch us was almost too funny. He was like a big eyed boy in a candy store. It felt good to be able to share the sex with Harold. "Well, here she is in the flesh," The man said to me. He was not all that impressive in stature. An inch or so short of six feet and neither slim or heavy. In fact he was ordinary except that he was coal black. I would guess his age around forty or forty-five. We were in the Memphis airport and he could easily blend into the crowd. "I've been waiting for ages to meet Sunni Daze. Did you have a nice flight?" "Yes, it was fine," I answered. Harold was supposed to come to Memphis with me, but at the last minute he had to cancel. Seems half of his office came down with a bug. "That's good," The man called Donk said with a big smile. "I have the studio set up for tomorrow night. We'll start shooting at six o'clock. Should wrap it up in a couple of days." He was looking closely at me. "Damn girl, you look even better in person than you do on film or tape." He took my carry-on case with one hand and my arm with the other. "I have a car right outside. Any other luggage?" I told him that I didn't. The car was a stretch limo as black as Donk. "I have your place all ready for you," he said when we started rolling. "You are getting a stars treatment. You will spend tonight with me, if that's all right." He said it like it didn't make any difference if it was all right with me or not. "That's fine," I said. "There are a few ground rules we need to go over." He raised an eyebrow. "First, you have to understand that this is a one shot deal. One video and one night with me. Second, you will leave me the hell alone after we get this over and done with. You will stop fucking with my life. Are we clear on that?" "Oh sure," he said with a wave of his hand. "Clear as crystal. Of course you may change your mind after tonight. I plan to show you a fuckin' good time." He didn't seem to expect a comment, so I made none. I'll admit that the whole thing was exciting and I felt an old yet very familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach. There is always that feeling when I'm about to meet someone new and exciting or do something exciting. It was the same when I was a working girl and was on my way to meet a date. Excitement, anxiety, fear, apprehension, and even anticipation. Donk showed me to the Grand Suite at the Peabody Hotel. The rooms were as large as my house. Ostentatious comes to my mind as I looked the place over. There was enough room to accommodate the Dallas Cheerleaders and most of the team. "So what's the plan? We going to jump in bed or what?" "Not immediately," he answered with a laugh. "I'm taking you out to meet some of the investors and my partners. Later you'll meet the men you're going to be performing with." "Out where?" I asked. "I didn't bring much in the way of fancy clothing>" "No problem," he said. "I have some things for you to choose from. Your job is to stroke, flirt with, and tease these guys so that'll want to invest in my movie. Keep in mind that you got two percent of the net comin' so you're really workin' for yourself." Donk took me to one of the spacious bedrooms and showed me the clothing he had selected. "Now I expect you'll be wantin' to see what you going to get later on." He dropped his pants and showed me his equipment. Nothing in my experience had prepared me for what I saw. With just a few exceptions most of the men I encountered were "average" size. Five to seven inches long. The super hung black man is mostly a myth, but Donk defiantly fit into the super-size category. He was as long as the Badger had been, but way thicker. His cock looked more like a small, inverted ebony baseball bat. "Nice," I said struggling to keep my face impassive. "I've seen bigger, though." I almost laughed at the expression of surprise on his face. Apparently he had expected some sort of reaction from me. A scream of fear or delight.something. "Shit," he drawled. "I'll bet you ain't seen nothing like this before." He hefted it and pointed it at me. "You'll change your tune when I ram this pussy packer in your cunt. You'll fuckin' sit up and take notice then." I suspected he was right, but I turned back to the closet without comment, and picked out my dress for the evening. None of the outfits were expensive, just sexy. I selected an off the shoulder black dress that came to mid thigh. Not needing a bra, I didn't wear one. The dress was thin enough so that my puffy nipples were plainly visible beneath the dress. The guys that doted on big tits might not even look, but the rest would certainly get an eyeful. It had been a long time since I had worn anything so provocative. It felt good. "Not bad," Donk said, watching me change. "You still got it Sugar. Easy on the make-up. You can still pass for a teenager, so let's work that." I seldom wear make-up anyway, so a little eyeliner, some blush, lipstick, and I was ready. I wasn't sure having my twenty-four year old body described as a teenage body was a compliment, but I've learned to live with what I have. Donk took me to eat at a ritzy place. He seemed to delight in the stares from the other patrons, who were mostly white. After dinner we went to a club. I assumed it was mostly for blacks, but there were a few whites scattered around. Mostly women. It reminded me of the club Colin took me to in Atlanta. Maybe a little nicer, but essentially the same. It became apparent from the service and the demeanor of the serving staff that Donk was a person to be reckoned with. We were shown to a table toward the back and on one side of the place. It wasn't long before the parade began. Men came to talk with Donk. They came one or two at a time and some came in groups of four or five. Donk put his spiel on each of them telling them that it was a sure fire money maker and that they would be fools to pass up the opportunity to invest. "Look at her," he would say to them. "She's a winner with a proven track record. Sunni Daze videos sold a million copies of her tapes and disks. The whole fuckin' world has been waiting for her to make a comeback." Some of them committed then and there. Some said they would get back to Donk. A few said no outright. Donk had put a portfolio of my photographs together and showed it to everyone. It was strange having men, mostly black, look at the pictures and then look up at me, comparing the real woman with the photos. One man apparently liked what he saw because he offered Donk five hundred dollars to spend the night with me. "Two things wrong with that," Donk said with a huge smile. "One, tonight she's mine, and two, five hundred is just barely enough for you to smell her pussy." The man quickly raise his offer to a thousand. It was flattering in a bizarre kind of way, to be the object of the bidding process. "Hell man," Donk said. "It ain't up to me anyway. She's don't work for me except for this movie deal and tonight. She can fuckin' take it up with you after we get the movie made." The man left only after insisting that I take his card and call him if I was interested. I promised to ring him up if I had time. It was shortly after midnight when Donk figured I had enough exposure. "It's show and tell time," he said to me. "I'm goina show you some major fuckin' and you're goina tell me how much you like it." After Donk and I got back to the hotel he wasted no time. He nearly tore the dress off of me, threw me down on the bed, and fucked me. It took him a long time to work that massive cock in me and to his credit and my relief , he didn't force it. He took his time and gave me a good.no, I'll be honest. He gave me a great fuck. To his credit, Donk hadn't lie about his prowess. 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