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   Bull Jones II

   Keylee's Descent

   Shooter3704



   (Foreword: It's been a while since I posted "Bull Jones" which I did for
Abby.  This is for her and the real Keylee.  Both of them inspirations. 
Shooter)



   I had not seen Alvin C.  Jones in over eight years, but I recognized him
immediately.  He was bigger and his head was completely shaved, but it
could be no one other than the man they called Bull.  Bull wasn't someone
you forgot very easily.  My name is Keylee.



   Bull Jones was standing inside the Crescent City mall looking in a shop
window.  His hands were in his pockets and he whistled silently.  He
appeared to be studying a display of shirts and ties.



   "You would look good in that black silk shirt with the gray tie," I
said, easing up beside him.



   "Not much on wearing ties," he said in his deep low voice.  "How you
doin', Keylee?  Been a while." He didn't glance around at me and he didn't
sound surprised to have me standing beside him in a crowded shopping mall
after eight years and five hundred miles from where he last saw me.  Bull
Jones wasn't a man who was surprised very much.



   "You saw me, didn't you?" I said looking at his reflection in the
window.



   "Yeah, I saw you while ago."



   "Why didn't you say something then?"



   "Wasn't sure how you would react.  Heard you got married and had a bunch
of kids."



   "You heard right on marriage, but not about children.  Got married and
got widowed.  My husband died two years ago.  Where did you disappear to,
anyway?"



   "Joined the navy and saw the world.  I was in for six years.  Sorry
about your husband.  I figure he was a good man, if you married him.  Did I
know him?"



   "Yes, you and he were in the same class.  Sam Hollings."



   "Hell yes, I knew Sammy," Bull said turning to face me.  "Dammed sorry,
Keylee."



   "We got married the summer after I graduated," I told him.  "Sam had
gone to work for his father at the building material store." I didn't
mention that the following year Sam's father dropped dead of a heart attack
and Sam sold the business for a bunch of money.  Sam invested the money in
some computer stock that made even more money.  Sam's passing had left me
well off.  Empty, lonely but well off.  "Sam was only twenty five when a
drunk driver ran into his car."



   "Shit happens," Bull said.  "It's true that the good die young.  Want to
get a beer?"



   He led me out of the mall to his car and we drove to a nearby pub.  In
the two years since Sam passed I had not been alone in the company of any
man, yet it felt right to have a drink with Bull.



   I tried to remember when he got named Bull, but I couldn't.  He had been
called Bull ever since I had know him.  That would have been the sixth
grade when my family moved to town.



   For some unexplained reason Bull and I became close friends and remained
so through his senior year.  I had to miss one grade because of a childhood
decease so Bull had gotten a grade ahead of me.  He was one of the few who
came to my house to visit me while I was confined.  He came nearly every
day until my father found out about the black kid who came while he was at
work.  That put a stop to the visits.  My dad was a great man, but he was a
flaming bigot.  He died as he lived, hating anyone who wasn't as white as
he.



   Dad saw Bull as a black kid, but I never gave a moment's thought about
his skin color.  To me he was just a friend.  Later in high school we never
dated, but I would have gone out with him in a minute.  I never told Bull,
but it really pissed me off when he told me about his girlfriends.  I knew
he was having sex with them because the whole school knew about it.  I
never let on to him that I had a terrible crush on him.  When he
disappeared from town I thought I would never see him again.  After Sam and
I dated and got serious, I filed Bull Jones back in a private pocket in my
mind and got on with my life.  Now Bull sat across from me.



   "Funny ain't it?" Bull said as if reading my mind.  "Me and you here
after all this time."



   "Indeed it is funny," I replied.  "Do you live here in town?"



   "No just passing through.  To tell the truth I was looking for you."



   "Really?" I asked surprised.  "The mall meeting wasn't an accident?"



   "No, no accident.  I followed you from your house."



   "Bull, why didn't you just knock on my door?"



   "I didn't know about your husband dieing until you told me.  I didn't
want to just show up and shock hubby or your neighbors.  I found out where
you were living and I looked your address up.  I have to say, Keylee, that
the years sure have been nice to you.  I swear you're even prettier than
you used to be, and that's saying a lot."



   "Now haven't you turned into a silver tongued dude," I said blushing. 
"Thank you, Bull, for the flattery." I have no idea why his compliment made
me feel so good, but it did.



   Over the next hour, we drank beer and talked about old times.  For the
first time since Sam died I felt alive.  In that hour I smiled and laughed
more than the past two years total.  Bull Jones, proved he was good
medicine again.



   "How about dinner?" Bull suggested.  "I think I can scrape up enough to
buy you a burger.  No fries, but at least a burger."



   "That sounds great, Bull," I said.  "I have a better idea.  I have a
couple of steaks in the refrigerator.  I'll grill them and make a salad. 
How does that sound to you?"



   "Sounds like you don't want to be seen with a black man," he said
seriously.



   "Black man?  You're black?" I said loudly enough to be heard several
tables away.  "If you ever even hint that I feel that way again, I'll smack
all the black off of you," I said lowering my voice.  "You of all people
should know better, Bull."



   "Yeah, sorry 'bout that.  Didn't used to be so sensitive.  Steak sounds
good to me, Keylee.  I just want you to know that my money situation is
only temporary.  Had a few reversals lately.  Why don't I bring some beer
or a bottle of wine?"



   "Beer, I don't have, but there is a lot of wine at the house.  Sam loved
his wine."

   ***

   An hour later Bull tinkered with the gas grill while I rummaged around
in the kitchen making a salad.  I reminded myself to go grocery shopping. I
had only been buying enough for one since Sam died.



   "Hey, Keylee," Bulled called through the patio door.  "What ever
happened to Sarah Miller?"



   "I don't know," I called back.  "I lost track of her after Sam and I
moved here.  What made you think of.oh yeah.  You and Sarah were an item,
weren't you?"



   "I don't know about being an item," Bull said, coming in the door wiping
his hands.  "I just thought of her, I guess."



   "Come on, Bull," I teased.  "This is me, remember?  Have you forgotten
crying on my shoulder when she dumped you?"



   "She didn't dump me," he said smiling at me.  "Her old man found out she
was dating a nigger and he dumped me.  Somebody told me that she was on
husband number three or maybe four."



   "Was Sarah your first white girl?" I don't know where that came from but
he took the question in stride.



   "No, not the first.  Becky Tyler's mother was the first "



   "You're kidding me!  Mrs.  Tyler and you?  How did that happen?"



   "I mowed lawns my senior year.  I mowed their yard and one afternoon she
brought me a glass of ice tea.  One thing led to another and we got it on.
I did it to Becky, too but that was later."



   I got the steaks out and took them to the patio.  Bull got the cooking
utensils and followed me.  After I put the steaks on we sat down at the
table.



   "Well, weren't you quite the stud," I said smiling at him.  "I guess the
rumors about you were true, huh?"



   "Some were, I guess," he said smiling back.



   "How come nearly every girl in school knew more about you than I did?"



   "That's not true.  No other girl knew me as well as you did.  I told you
things I never told another living soul."



   "Bull, just out of curiosity, how come you never tried to put the make
on me?  Didn't I appeal to you?  No, don't answer that!  It's."



   "Hell, Keylee," Bull said.  "You were the only girl that really appealed
to me.  How come I didn't try anything?  Simple.  I knew you would beat
yourself up if you had sex with a black guy.  I would never done anything
to fuck you up.  You were my friend.  I figured friendship was a lot more
important than a piece of tail." I didn't even try to answer that for a
while.



   "Thank you, Bull," I finally managed to say.  "You were wrong about one
thing.  I wouldn't have beat myself up at all.  How do you want your steak
cooked?"



   "Cremated," he answered, getting up to stand beside me at the grill. 
"No kidding?  It would have been all right if we.I mean, if me and you had
sex?"



   "Bull, my old friend, at the time I wanted it more than anything else in
the world.  I had such fantasies about you.  When I heard the stories about
you and other girls I was insanely jealous.  God, how I hated them.and you
too, sometimes.  Once when Marty Jenkins told me about you and her.  I
seriously considered killing both of you."



   "Damn!  I never had a clue, Keylee," Bull said putting his arm across my
shoulders.  "Once I saw you naked and I jacked off for weeks thinking about
you."



   "When did you see me naked?" I demanded.



   "There was a hole in the janitors closet in the boys shower.  We could
see in the girl's shower.  I was peeking through it one afternoon and you
came in the shower.  Talk about a closely guarded secret.  Hardly anybody
knew about the peephole."



   "Are you serious?" I said laughing.  "Almost every girl in school knew
about it.  We just didn't care." He chuckled and hugged me tighter and I
could smell him.  That peculiar musky order that I loved so much those many
years ago.  Suddenly I wanted him more than anything I have ever wanted.  I
was wet and it was the first time in a long, long time that I felt like a
woman.  Also, I was shaking like a leaf.



   "Let's get something out of the way before we eat," Bull said, turning
off the gas.  He took the fork from my trembling hand and tossed it aside.
He turned me toward him and leaned down and put his lips onto mine.  Time
simply stopped moving.  Everything else in the world disappeared and there
was only Bull Jones and me.



   Bull took my clothes off one item at a time until I was naked.  Then he
stood still and let me strip him.  Taking his clothes off was harder
because I had to stop and caress his ebony skin.  I pulled his shorts down
and his cock sprang out.



   "Oh my God!" I said.  "Now I know why you're called Bull.  No woman can
take that thing."



   "Any woman can," he said.  "We'll take it nice and slow, but believe me,
Keylee, you are going to get fucked with it."



   He swooped me up and I directed him to my bedroom.  I was both
frightened and excited.



   I had heard the term "basking in the afterglow", but frankly I had never
experienced it.until then.  I just assumed it was something writers wrote
about in the romance novels, but it is a real phenomenon.  I lay, unable,
or at least unwilling to move, beside Bull's huge body.  I tingled, really
tingled, and that had never happened to me before.  Sex with Sam had always
been good.  At least I thought it was good.  Sex with Bull was in another
category all together.



   The first coupling between Bull and me was hard, and nothing more than
raw passion, and that suited me just fine.  He was right about his manhood.
It did fit after a few minutes.  It helped that I was soaking wet when he
inserted his huge penis into me.  I made the mistake of calling it a penis
and he carefully explained that it wasn't a penis.  It was a cock.  In the
space of a few minutes I had a brand new vocabulary.  Cunt, tits, knockers,
pussy, dick, cock, and fuck.  Of course I had heard the terms, but they
weren't part of my personal vocabulary.



   The first time I came, which was within a bare minute of his thrusting,
was wonderful.  I saw fireworks in my head.  The second was even bigger and
better.  In the space of thirty minutes I had over a dozen thundering
orgasms.  Not all of them were with the flashing lights and thunderous
crashes, but all of them were great.



   I was startled out of my mental wandering by Bull's hand cupping my
breast and squeezing my nipple.  My first though was he couldn't be wanting
more.  I knew he had came several times and it couldn't be possible that he
was ready to go some more.  I was wrong.  My hand accidentally brushed his
cock and it was rigid again.



   He rolled over and kissed me.  Gently at first then with increasing
passion until I was a seething caldron of lust.  I didn't wait for him to
mount me.  I jumped on top of him and I put his dick to the entrance of my
pussy.  He hunched his hips and sent half of his wonderful cock in me.



   "Ride my cock, baby girl," Bull said.  "Fuck me, Keylee!  Fuck that
cock!" I did as he ordered.  I bucked, bounced, and rode his black cock
until I nearly fainted from the intensity of our love making.



   A short while later I lay in Bull's arms and dozed for a few minutes.  I
was completely sated and more than a little tired.  My wet, matted pussy
was awash with his semen.



   "You know what I want?" Bull murmured bedside me.



   "Oh God, Bull," I managed to croak.  "I can't take anymore.  My pussy is
sore and throbbing."



   "Get over yourself, girl," Bull said laughing.  "I was thinking about
those steaks still on the grill.  I'm starved.  Let's go eat something."



   While Bull went to relight the fire, I staggered to the shower and tried
to revive myself.  The shower did help and by the time I joined Bull on the
patio I felt about half human again.  By the time the steaks were cooked
and I had drank a glass of wine, I was almost completely normal.  I still
tingled, but it was a good feeling.



   I watched Bull tending the steaks and thought that an old fantasy had
become reality and the reality was even better than the fantasy ever had
been.



   After we ate and drank some more wine it was getting late.  I asked Bull
where he was staying.



   "Motel Six, out on the highway," he answered.  "I wasn't sure how long I
would be around so I only paid for tonight."



   "Go get your stuff and you can stay here tonight.and tomorrow night and
the next might," I said.  I'm not sure exactly when I made that decision,
but apparently I had.  "As long as you want to stay," I added taking his
big hand in my smaller one.  He gave me a questioning look.  "Yes, Bull,
I'm very serious." There was no way I was going to let him out of my life
again.  That night Bull Jones, my old friend, became my new lover.for lack
of a better word.

   ***



   It was like I had discovered sex for the first time.  Over the next
week, Bull and I were hardly out of physical contact.  For the first four
days we relied on delivered food.  Pizza, Mexican, Chinese, and Thai food
kept us with enough strength to keep fucking.  We managed to get dressed
and go grocery shopping later in the week, but hurried back to bed as
quickly as we could.



   Our first time was great and it just kept getting better.  Bull, being
the gentleman he was, always made his first entry slowly and carefully
until I adjusted to his size.  The illness that caused me to miss one
school year also caused me to be unable to conceive, so birth control
wasn't a concern.  That was a good thing because Bull spent gallons of
semen in me.



   That week was a learning process for me.  I learned things about myself
that I hadn't known.  First and foremost was how much I loved fucking.  I
also discovered that I liked anal sex.  I didn't care much for it the first
time Bull put that log in my butt, but it got better and better.  Another
thing I discovered was I really liked giving head.  Several times I
experienced orgasms while sucking Bull.  I found out I liked the taste of
cum.



   All these discoveries surprised me to varying degrees.  I had sucked my
husbands cock, but not for vary long and I never allowed him to shoot-off
in my mouth.  Sam never ate me.  He had a terrible hang-up about it and
that was one of the new discoveries I liked the best.  Bull loved to
service me orally.  He spend hours eating my pussy and I loved every minute
of it.



   On Saturday, one week to the day I found Bull in the mall, we were
temporarily caught up on sex and decided to get to know one another better.
Up to that point pillow talk mainly consisted of Bull telling me what to do
and me yelling loudly for him to fuck me.



   "So why did you come looking for me?" I asked him.  We were on the
sunlit patio.  I was working on my tan and Bull was drinking beer and
sitting nearby in the shade.



   "Not sure," he answered slowly.  "I was in Daytona and one night a
couple weeks ago you popped into my mind.  Right out of the blue, there you
were.  I thought about you a lot over the years, but nothing like that.  I
made up my mind to look you up.someday.  Fate took over and sent me on my
quest a lot sooner than I planed.  So here I am."



   "Fate?  What happened?"



   "I had a few girls working for me and one night one of them tried to
roll an undercover cop.  They brought a lot of heat down on me and it
seemed like a good idea to haul ass."



   "Working for you?  You mean yow were.oh.I, I see." I stuttered.



   "I was an entertainment manager," he said grinning at me.  "Pimp to the
cops.  Are you shocked?  Disgusted?  Sick?"



   "No, nothing like that," I said, surprised that I wasn't shocked
speechless.  "I guess I had a impression about pimps and you don't fit into
my concept of one.  I thought pimps were low-life sleeze-balls."



   "I'm glad you don't think I'm a sleez-ball," Bull said.  "The bitch that
got us cross-ways with the law was a new girl.  She was recommended by a
guy I knew.  She violated one of my hard and fast rules.  Fuck the
customers, don't fuck with them.  Anyway, I was suddenly foot-loose and
fancy free so I started looking for you.  Took me three days to find out
where you were and another two days to actually find you.  Boy, I'm glad I
did!  There you have it.  The story of my life.  What about you?  I gather
you are not gainfully employed or you would have been fired by now."



   "Actually, Bull, for the past two years I've been vegetating.  Just
going through the motions of living.  After Sam died, I went into a limbo
state.  No, I have a pretty good income from the investments Sam made.  He
also had a big insurance policy.  I should go to work, but so far I haven't
even looked to see what's out there." I didn't add that mostly I've been
sitting around feeling sorry for myself.  "Then you showed up and now you
know my story.  What now?"



   "Want to fuck?" he asked grinning at me.



   "Don't mind if I do," I answered giggling like a silly school girl. 
"Thought you'd never ask."

   ***



   On Monday evening we ventured out of the house.  We dressed and went to
a movie and then to dinner.  It was nice and we both enjoyed ourselves.  In
fact we had so much fun we went out again on Tuesday afternoon.  Nothing as
fancy as Monday night.  I knew Bull was short on cash and it seemed odd to
me that a man who made his living off of women, should have so much trouble
letting me pay.



   "It's different," he said seriously when I stopped teasing him.  "Not
sure exactly how, but it is.  I got to find something to turn a few bucks."
I had a sudden chill.  What if he left to work somewhere else?  "I guess I
should get out of your bed long enough to look around and see what the
market is."



   "I'm sure you'll be able to find something," I said.  "Bull," I said
hesitantly, "you know I can afford to keep both of us in pretty good style,
don't you?"



   "I guess you could," he answered taking my hand.  "Not my style not be
pulling my own weight.  I'll scout around and find a couple ladies and
start myself a string.  I know the head nigger around here.  He's from back
home, too.  Hell, you might even know him.  Name's Albert Smithson." I
thought about it and shook my head.  "We called him Big Al back then.  He
played football with me." Then I remembered him.



   "Okay, now I know who you're talking about now," I said.  "I didn't run
around with him or anything.  I seem to remember he left school before
graduation."



   "Yeah, they ran his ass off," Bull said laughing.  "He got the
principal's daughter knocked up.  At least he got the blame for it.  I
don't doubt it, but it could have been any one of a dozen brothers.  She
did like her black meat.  What was her name?  Sally?  No, it was Sarah."



   "Did you do her?"



   "Yeah, a couple of times," Bull admitted.  By that time we were in the
car headed home.  At least I thought we were going home.  I questioned Bull
when he made a right turn on sixteenth street.  "Thought we'd swing down to
the Green Frog.  It's a bar and I hear Big Al hangs out there.  Might as
well test the water."



   The Green Frog was a dive I would never go into by myself or even with
anyone but Bull.  I felt safe with him.  The place seemed crowded for a
weeknight Mixed bunch, but mostly black men.  There was also a few tough
looking biker types.  Bull spotted Big Al and led me to the table.  The
eight years since high school had not been kind to Albert Smithson.  His
face was scared and part of his left ear was missing.  He was lean and mean
looking.  He looked up as we approached.



   "Hey, Bull.  Long time no see.  Have a seat, Bro." he glanced at me and
smiled.  "How you doin, Keylee?  What the hell you doin' runnin' with this
dude?" It was as if it had been weeks or maybe months since our last
conversation.  Not years.



   "Just tagging along with an old friend," I said taking a seat at the
table.  "How are you, Albert?"



   "Could be better, but it could be a lot worse.  At least I'm on this
side of the sod.  He laughed.  "Ain't been called Albert in a while.  Bull,
I heard you was in Florida."



   "Was until a couple weeks ago.  Had to come north for my health. 
Looking to put together a string.  Heard you was the man to deal with."



   "That would be the truth," Albert said glancing at me then back to Bull.
"What kind of string?"



   "Four or five girls," Bull said.  "Small potatoes, Al.  Won't get in
your way, at all."



   "Yeah, so you say, Bull.  Anything that takes trade from me is in my
way."



   "Oh, have you got clean, white soccer mom types catering to black men?
That's what I'm looking to do.  Won't be working the streets or doing
anything south of Belle Avenue."



   "You got to know I ain't looking for any competition," Al said getting a
cagy look on his battered face.  "I might consider letting you buy in. 
Kinda like a franchise.  Kinda like Kentucky Fried Chicken.  In fact I got
a gal for you.  Just met her a couple day ago.  Housewife from the burbs
looking for some action.  I planed on taking her on myself."



   "What kind of money you talking about for this franchise, Al?" Bull
asked.



   "I'm thinkin', 'cause you and me go way back, ten grand," Al said. 
"That buys you protected territory.  Keylee working for you?"



   "No, I'm his partner," I spoke up before Bull could say anything.



   "Al, ten thousand is way out of line," Bull said glancing at me.  "I
could have you whacked for less than that.  Get real, buddy."



   "Seven and a half," Al came right back.  "Better take it Bull.  Save you
a lot of trouble.  Payin' seventy five hundred is a lot better than
fighting me every step of the way."



   "I'd say so," Bull said.  "Okay, maybe I'll think about something else
to get into.  I didn't know the franchise fees were going to be so hefty.
See you later, Al." He started to rise and Al held up his hand.



   "Set down, Bull.  Don't be so touchy.  Hell, I ain't going to hold you
up.  We pals from the old neighborhood.  Let's say you pay me five grand.
You can pay twenty-five hundred up front and the other twenty-five in a
couple months when you get goin'.  That's fair, ain't it?"



   "I'd say it's fair," Bull said nodding slowly.  "I'll talk it over with
my partner," he cut his eyes at me again, "get back to you.  You ready
Keylee?" He led me out of the place.



   "Partner?  Are you out of your mind?" Bull demanded when we were in the
car.  "You don't want to get in the racket.  You're.you're.I don't know. 
You're a lady, for God's sake."



   "Of course I am," I snapped.  "A lady who's had a black man between her
legs for the past two weeks.  Let me ask you something, Mister Jones.  Do
you have five thousand dollars or even half of it to invest?" He didn't
answer and we rode in silence until we were nearly home.



   "Come on Bull," I said as he pulled in my drive.  "It's just an
investment for me.  I'll grant you it's self-serving, but still an
investment."



   "Self-serving?  How so?" he said when we were inside the house.



   "I've kinda got used to having you around.  I've missed you and I don't
want you leave town again.  I like what we do together, Bull.  I like
fucking you." Wow, I said that right out loud.

   ***



   "Keylee," Bull said.  We were lieing on the bed after a wonderful
session of mad passionate sex.  "I don't want you to get involved with my
scheme.  You don't have any idea what it's all about.  You're a nice white
lady and."



   "Bull," I interrupted him by putting my hand across his lips.  "You're
right I don't know anything about that business, but you can teach me.  Let
me do it, please.  I've never been more alive than I have been these past
couple of weeks.  I can help you, honey." Bull didn't say anything for a
few minutes.



   "Keylee, you got to know that this is a sex business.  I get women to
fuck black men for money.  I don't force them, but I do encourage them. 
You don't know the first thing about it.  I'm the only black man you've
ever fucked.  Hell, I'm the only black man you know.  Why don't you just
loan me the money to get started?  That way you won't be involved."



   "You're right," I said.  "But like I said, I can learn.  I really want
to do this, Bull."



   "Dammit, Keylee, you don't really know me.  I'm not the same guy I was
in high school.  What would you do if I turned you out to fuck other men? I
might, you know.  How would you feel about it if I got a couple brothers to
come fuck you?  "



   "You would do that?" I asked knowing full well he would.  "You would
make a slut out of me?"



   "Hell yes!" He snapped, reaching over and putting a finger in my pussy.
"I'd turn you out in a heartbeat.  I'd even hold your white legs open for a
brother to stick his black cock in you.  I'm a rotten fucker, Keylee." His
finger was working his magic on me.  I was getting hot from his fingering.
I closed my eyes and saw an image of us.  Him holding my legs open and
another faceless black man fucking me.  I came with a shudder.



   "Fuck me, Bull," I said.  "Stick that black cock in me and fuck me!"



   Nothing more was said about it until the next morning.  I got up early
and made coffee.  I was on my second cup when Bull came in wearing only his
boxers.  I had been thinking about things since getting out of bed.  Bull,
the prostitute business.everything.  I had reached a decision.



   "Good morning, Bull," I said.  "We need to go to the bank this morning
and get some cash."



   "Loan?"



   "No, not a loan.  We're going into business together.  Go get dressed,
partner."



   "You weren't always so hard-headed, Keylee," Bull said getting a cup and
pouring the coffee.  "I thought I had talked you out of it last night."



   "You didn't, but there will be some rules.  We need to make the business
look legitimate.  Escort businesses are legal here.  That's what we should
do.  We need to get a post office box and an answering service.  We can
advertise in those little throw-away magazines, I've seen around.  There is
one other thing.I don't do anything I don't want to do."



   "Been thinking about this, ain't you?" he said looking at me from over
the raised cup.  "What won't you do, Keylee?"



   "I don't know," I answered honestly.  "I'm sure something will come up.
You have to understand I'm not one of your whores, Bull.  I'm a partner."



   "Working partner?"



   "If necessary, yes.  I can do this, Bull and you're going to let me. 
Hurry up the day is half gone."



   "It's eight o'clock in the fuckin' morning," he growled.  He stared hard
at me a moment then laughed.  "You don't have the foggiest idea what you're
in for, but it's damned sure going to be interesting watching you get
educated."



   "So educate me, partner."

   ***



   "The trick is to go slow and get the right women," Bull said.  We had
just left Big Al Smithson's office which was in the same seedy bar and the
same table he was at the first time we saw him.



   Bull had negotiated with Al getting the fine points established. 
Basically it was little more than Al agreeing to leave us alone, but it
took a lot of talk to get it understood.  Al, apparently, was paying off
some vice cops and we would come under that protection, such as it was. 
Another thing Al insisted on was the right to use any of our staff at a
sharp discount.  He also gave me the name of a woman who was interested in
working the interracial trade.



   "How do you know if they are right?" I asked Bull.



   "Easy enough," he said grinning at me.  "I interview them.  I don't want
any old skag that wants to fuck or wants to make some money.  I want women
who like to fuck and the money's secondary.  Bored housewives make the best
girl for us.  Of course at first we might have to take whatever we can get.
When did the lady say our ad would come out?"



   "Next week, so you better get cracking, partner.  They'll be installing
the phone tomorrow." We decided to cut down the overhead as much as
possible by using my house as a base of operation.  We also had an
answering service that specialized in the trade.  Our ladies would each
have a cell phone to get their assignments.  "Are you going to contact
Molly?" Molly was the name of the woman Al had supplied.



   "Yes I am.  She might be a dog.  Al said she was nice looking but I'm
not sure what he considers nice.  They don't have to be a supermodel, but
they should look decent."



   "Are you going to interview me?' I teased.  He smiled and shook his
head.



   "Naw, already done that," He glanced over at me.  "You sure, Keylee? 
Are you really sure you want to do this?"



   "I'm sure," I said with a confidence I didn't actually feel.



   "Is that why you invited Albert Smithson over this evening?" Bull asked
me.  "lookin' to see what another black cock is like?"



   "I guess.  It seemed like the thing to do at the time." Actually I
didn't know why I invited Al.  He certainly didn't have a lot of sex appeal
for me.  I suppose it was just taking the plunge.  While we were talking to
him he put his hand on my leg and stroked me.  I'll admit it was a little
exciting to be touched by a black man in public.  Al certainly didn't make
any effort to hide the fact he was interested in me.  He nearly fell out of
his chair when I asked him to come over so we could get better acquainted.



   "I hope you know that Al is expecting some pussy tonight," Bull said. 
"In fact you better get it into your head that from now on every man we
deal with is going to want a piece of your ass." I had already figured that
out.

   ***



   My backyard had a six foot privacy fence around it.  The back of the
house and patio is completely cut off from any of the neighbors.  That was
where we were with Al.



   "Nice place you got here, Keylee," Al said.  We had spent some time
doing the catch-up bit.  Al knew a lot about our old schoolmates and what
they were doing, but it wasn't long before we had exhausted that subject.
"I heard all about you getting hitched with Sam Hollings.  How was it being
married to a moneybag?" It was a rude question, but I answered it anyway.



   "It was nice," I answered.  "We were in love and it ended all too soon.
"How did you become a pimp?" I could be as rude as he could.



   "Accident," he answered with a laugh.  "After I got accused of knocking
Sarah Tally up I hauled ass out of town.  Her old man put a contract out on
me.  He really didn't, but I thought he had.  I had an aunt over in
Rogersville and I went there.  My aunt was a whore.  Nothing fancy, just a
street-walkin' whore, but she was makin' good money.  She didn't have a
pimp and one of the locals was puttin' the heat on her.  He threatened to
throw acid on her face if she didn't get her ass in his stable.  I went and
had a little talk with him and convinced him to leave her alone."



   "You convinced him?" Bull asked.  "Really?"



   "His name was Elmo Parks," Al said smiling.  "Mean son of a bitch.  Used
a car antenna for a whip.  Beat his women for nothing but the fun of it. 
He copped an attitude with me and I used his antenna on his ragged ass. 
When he woke up he thought he needed to be somewhere else.  I kinda took
over his gals after that.  Them bitches fell in love with me.  I figure
they would have fell in love with any man who rubbed their ass instead of
beatin' it with a antenna.  Anyway, after a couple years there I moved here
and started all over again."



   "Why did you leave Rogersville?" Bull asked.



   "They got a new chief of police," he said laughing.  "A real law and
order fucker.  One night he stuck a piece in my mouth and suggested I leave
town.  Sounded like good advice to me so I packed up and left his fuckin'
town.  It turned out to be a good thing.  Done a lot better here.  Most of
the cops around here take a live and let live view.  I'll introduce you to
a couple cops that can help you out.  One thing you got to know is keep it
clean.  None of the cops will stand still for your bitches rollin' the
customers or any shit like that."



   "Only way I travel," Bull said.  "Keylee doesn't like the term, bitches.
We've settled on 'staff'.  Who are these cops you mentioned?  We goina have
to pay them off?"



   "Naw, nothing like that," Al said.  "Rex Calvin and Van Mason.  (see
"Kelli and the Law") They are both homicide dicks and both are straight-up
dudes.  They won't take a dime from any of us.  Vice is who you'll have to
worry about.  I have a contact in vice that keeps me alerted and when any
street sweep comin' down.  She calls me and I get my gals off the street
until they go back to jackin' off as usual.  Of course Rex and Van will
want the use of your.ah, staff, from time to time."



   "She calls you?" I said.  "She?"



   "Yeah, she.  I got myself a little white honey in vice who likes black
meat.  I furnish the meat and she furnished the information.  Works out for
both of us.  Staff, huh?  How you comin' on putting your staff together?"



   "Goina talk with Molly tomorrow," Bull said.  "I figure I'll cruse the
bars and see what I can find.  I've always had pretty good luck finding
white women that way.  We're not in a big hurry.  I'd rather have just a
few gals that are right.  You never said, Al.How do you know Molly?"



   "I ran into her a couple weeks back.  She strolled up to me at a bar and
asked if I was a pimp.  Can you believe that shit?  Anyway, I told her I
was and she asked if I needed another whore.  I told her I might, but that
I'd have to take her for a ride to see if she was any good."



   "You did, I suppose," I said.  He shrugged and grinned a me.



   "Oh hell yes.  She was good looking and I was horny so I fucked her.  I
don't know much about her except she a good fuck.  I planned on getting
back to her when you came along.  I figure Molly would be better working a
call-out deal then the streets.  You planning on being a working partner,
Keylee?"



   "Maybe," I answered.  I still hadn't come to grips with the idea.



   "You any good?" Al asked grinning at me.



   "I guess you'll have to ask Bull about that," I answered feeling my face
become warm.



   "Well, is she Bull?" Al asked.



   "Yeah, damned good," Bull answered looking at me.  "As good as any and
better than most." My face got even warmer.  "Keylee could kill a normal
man."



   "Damned good thing me and you ain't normal, ain't it?" Al said.  He too
was looking at me.  "Take it in the ass?" he asked Bull.



   "Yeah," Bull answered.  "Likes it up the shitter."



   "Suck cock?" Al asked.  Bull nodded.  I could still feel his eyes on me.
"Swallow or spit?"



   "Swallows," Bull answered.



   "Tits real?" Al inquired.



   "Oh yeah," Bull answered.  "Everything about Keylee is real.  Show him,
honey." For a moment I wasn't aware he was talking to me.  I had been
absorbed in how Bull felt about me.



   "Huh?  Show him?  My breasts?" Bull got up, came to stand in front of
me, and lifted me to my feet.  I was wearing a man's shirt and Bull deftly
removed it.  Since my breasts are large I usually wear a bra and Bull made
short work of it.  He stepped back and gently pushed me toward Al Smithson.



   "Sit on his lap and let Al get a feel of your tits," Bull said.  My
brain seemed to have stopped working.  I was like a zombie as I made the
few steps it took to reach Al.



   "Fuckin' nice," Al said reaching out to grasp one of my breasts him his
hand.  He rolled my hardening nipple and his other hand went to unfasten my
shorts.  I stood as still as a statue as he stripped my shorts down.  I
didn't stay still very long after he plunged a finger into my pussy. 
Luckily the ribald conversation had caused me to be wet and his finger went
in to the knuckle.  He wiggled his finger and his thumb rubbed my clitoris.
With his free hand he unzipped and pulled his cock out of his pants.  I
knew then why he was called 'Big Al'.  His ebony cock was a little bigger
than Bull's massive cock.  My legs got weak and Al pulled me around and set
me on his lap.  His cock entered me and I heard myself groan.  It went all
the way in me and I climaxed.  That was just the first of many that night.



   A short while later we made it to the bedroom where Bull and Al fucked
me constantly for over an hour.



   "By God, I've wanted to fuck you since the first day of freshman year,"
Al said ramming his cock in my bottom.  "Now here you are with my cock in
your lily white ass.  How does it feel, Keylee?  You like my cock in you?"



   "Yes!" I yelled at him.  I had to take Bull's cock out if my mouth to
talk.  I had always been a little fastidious about sucking cock.  I always
made sure I wiped the juices from it before I put it in my mouth.  Al and
Rex didn't put up with that.  They went from my pussy or ass to my mouth
and I greedily sucked them, juices and all.



   After they both had fucked my ass a couple of times, they doubled up on
me.  I'll never be able to describe how absolutely fantastic it felt.  A
black cock in my ass and one in my pussy at the same time was fantastic.  I
had the biggest orgasm of my life while they sandwiched me between them. 
At some point I passed out from sheer exhaustion and maybe sensory
overload.

   ***



   I woke up in small stages and discovered I was alone in my bed.  I lay
there a few minutes reliving the experience of having two black studs
fucking me.  For a brief moment I thought it had been an erotic dream but I
could still smell the musky odor of sex in the air.  That coupled with the
fact that I had dried semen all over my naked body and the tingling in my
butt and pussy was enough to make me realize it had not been a dream.



   I managed to drag my abused and battered body to the shower.  I washed
my body twice and still wasn't sure I had all their cum out of me.  I made
a mental note to buy some disposal douche and soon.  I toweled off and
slipped on a robe and sally forth to find coffee.  As I approached the
kitchen I heard to male voices.  I had found Al and Bull.  I stopped
outside the door and listened.



   "I think you'll do good," Al said.  "I've thought there might be a
market for nice clean white pussy for the brothers."



   "Yeah, I was doing great in Daytona until the shit hit the fan.  This
town is sure big enough to support several good women like that," Bull
answered.



   "I'll say one thing," Al said.  "You sure got one hot partner.  You were
right on the money when you said she was good.  Keylee has a natural talent
for fuckin'."



   "Yeah, I wasn't kidding about her.  I don't know if she's the best pussy
I ever had, but she's got to be in the top five.  She's learned a lot in
the past few weeks.  She is a natural."



   I don't know why, but I felt myself swell with pride at their words.  I
set myself a goal to be the number one best pussy Bull ever had.  Bull or
any other man I came across.



   "Shit, Bull, Keylee could make you a pile of loot just by herself," Al
said.  They looked up as I came in the kitchen.  I wanted to hear more, but
the need for caffeine dictated I present myself.



   "Morning, boys," I said.  "Is that coffee anywhere near fresh?"



   "Yeah, it's not too old.  Get a cup and I'll make some more," Bull said.



   "Son of a bitch," Al said looking down.  "I thought I was all fucked out
and be damned if I ain't getting a hard-on.  I always did like the smell of
a woman just out of the shower."



   "Well, buster, you can get a soft-on or take care of it yourself," I
said taking a bar stool between them.  "I'm still a little bit sore from
what you guys did to me last night."



   "Just as well," Al said with a laugh.  "I got to go see what my
bitches.excuse me, I mean my staff brought in last night.  I'm a trusting
fellow, but I know better than to let any of them hold my money for too
long.  Good luck with Molly, Bull.  I think you're goina like her.  She
ain't no Keylee, but she still prime pussy.  I guess the cops, Calvin and
Mason, will be around to meet you pretty soon." He bent down and kissed me.
"You were as great as I thought you would be, Keylee.  Maybe even better.
I'll see you guys later."



   "So," Bull said after Al left.  "How you doin'?  I mean after last
night. Any regrets?"



   "One," I said running my hand across his bald head.  "I wish I had done
that a long time ago.  Sex with two guys was.I don't know how to describe
it.  Wonderful.  Magnificent.  Any of those adjectives, or all of them. 
What?  Where you worried that I might be suicidal?"



   "No, not suicidal, but maybe remorseful or something.  I'm real glad
you're okay, Keylee."



   "I'm fine.better than fine.  I feel great.  What time is your meeting
with what's-her-name?"



   "Our meeting is for one o'clock.  Hey, you wanted to be a partner, so
you can interview Molly, too."

   ***



   "Hello, Molly," Bull said to the woman.  Molly Grant was a very
attractive woman.  "I'm Bull Jones and this is my partner Keylee.  You know
why you're here?"



   "An interview," she answered.  Molly was obviously nervous and ill at
ease.



   "Yes, an interview for a call girl.  Are you a police officer and do you
have any affiliation with any law enforcement agency?  Sorry, but I need to
get that out of the way."



   "No, I'm not any of those things," she answered biting her lower lip.



   "Tell us about Molly Grant," Bull said.



   "Not all that much to tell.  I'm thirty-four, I'm married.  I'm sorry,
what exactly do you want to know about me?"



   "Why do you want to be a call girl?" Bull asked gently.  "Is it money?"



   "No, not money.  I guess if the truth was known I'm bored out of my
mind. I'm tired of the same old thing day in and day out.  I want some
adventure in my life."



   "So you decided against skydiving or mountain climbing and wanted to
become a prostitute?" I said.  "Why is that Molly?"



   "I like sex so I thought I'd go with my strength.  I didn't realize that
getting on as a whore was so involved."



   "It's not," Bull answered her with a chuckle.  "Anybody can be a
prostitute, Molly.  Find a street corner and have at it.  We're a little
different then most service companies.  We're very selective and we only
want the best.  Our clients pay a lot of money and they expect a lot more
than a quick wham-bam, thank you ma'am."



   "Molly, we're a start-up company," I explained.  "Just getting off the
ground.  Is your husband aware of your.quest for adventure?"



   "No, Roy is fat, dumb and happy to be working his usual sixty or seventy
hour week.  He's not even aware that I have needs and probably could care
less.  He's not a problem and I come and go as I see fit."



   "Okay, that's your business," Bull said.  "As long as it doesn't get in
the way of our business.  What we do is provide affluent black men with
attractive white women.  You obviously don't have any problem making it
with a black man.  A straight date is an hour and it cost them five hundred
bucks.  You get half and we get half.  If the client wants anything other
than a straight date the price goes up.  Clear so far?"



   "What does a straight date mean?" Molly asked.



   "Sucking and fucking," Bull answered bluntly.  "You control how that
goes.  How about anal sex?  You up for that?" She nodded.  "You give head?"
she nodded again.  Threesomes and group sex?"



   "I guess," she stammered.  "I have never done anything like that before.
I'm willing to try almost anything, but I don't like pain."



   "Yeah, I'm not into that either," I said.



   "How about women?  Ever had sex with a woman?" Bull asked.  She started
shaking her head then stopped.



   "Only when I was in college.  My roommate and I fooled around a couple
of times."



   "Did you like it?" Bull inquired.



   "It was okay, but it couldn't ever take the place of regular sex." She
smiled a bit.  "I like men and what they can do for me."



   "I see," Bull said smiling back at her.  "But if you found yourself in a
female-female threesome with a man, you would go along with it?"



   :Sure," Molly answered without hesitation.  Her response got me to
thinking about my only girl-girl situation.  My high school senior class
went on at trip to Washington.  I roomed with a girl by the mane of Tina.
We managed to score some weed and we smoked it and got high.  I passed out
and woke up with Tina's face between my legs.  She was slurping on my pussy
to beat the band.  I don't know what would have happened if somebody hadn't
set off the fire alarm and we all had to get out of the hotel.  I never
told a soul, even Sam.  I have thought about that episode many times over
the years.



   "Some men want a show before they get to the main event," Bull
continued. "Do you have any problem with that?"



   "I don't know," Molly said.  "What does that mean?"



   "If your client asked you to do a slow striptease for him, would you do
it?  She nodded quickly.  "If he asked you to play with yourself could you
do that?  Maybe used a dildo?"



   "I never have, but I could with no problem," Molly said.  She seemed
less nervous now.



   "Good, Molly," Bull said.  "Stand up and do a striptease for us." Molly
hesitated, glanced at me and stood.  I put some upbeat music on for her. 
She was wearing a sheer blouse and designer jeans.  Getting the tight jeans
off was a little problem but she managed.  Molly took her bra off in a slow
teasing, tantalizing way.  Her breasts weren't as large as mine, but she
had a good rack by any standard.  Her areoles were large, maybe the size of
a silver dollar.  Her nipples were large and even from where I sat,
apparently hard.  Molly shimmied out of her panties and tossed them toward
Bull.



   Completely naked she moved to the beat of the music with her eyes closed
and a slight smile on her pretty face.  Molly Grant had a great figure for
an older woman and she seemed to be comfortable being naked with two
strangers watching her.  Her pubes were completely bare.  Molly Grant was a
lot of woman, a fact not lost on Bull.  I think we all were well aware that
he was going to fuck her.  And he did.



   It became readily apparent that Molly knew her way around a man's cock.
When Bull offered her his stiff ebony cock to suck she went to it like a
baby to a breast.  I had two major feelings as I watched them.  One, I felt
a keen sense of jealousy, and two, I felt like a third wheel.  I got up and
started to leave them, figuring my part of the interview was over.



   "Take your clothes off and come over here, Keylee," Bull said.  "I want
to play with your tits while Molly sucks me off." The two emotions I felt
dissipated and I hurriedly striped and joined them.  A few minutes later
Bull erupted him Molly's mouth while he tugged on my nipples, his tongue in
my mouth.  I came when he did.



   Molly was a vocal lover.  When Bull put his wonderful cock in her she
squealed like a banshee and continued to yell, cruse, and moan through
several orgasms.  I was relegated to voyeur status for most of the time. 
It wasn't until Bull got Molly on her knees that he told me to get in the
fray.



   "Lay down where Molly can eat your cunt, Keylee," he instructed, not
even slowing down as he thrust in and out of her.  I wasn't sure about that
at all.  Molly wasn't either, but she did eat me when Bull shoved her head
down on my pussy.



   I'm not going to lie about it.  I liked it a lot, but I'm like Molly.  A
woman's tongue will never replace a man's hard cock.  Never in a million
years.  After Bull filled her pussy with his cum he told me to eat her.  I
hesitated until he put me in position and rammed his cock in me.  Molly
scooted around and pulled my head down to her cum soaked pussy.  I told
myself I had no choice.  I was nibbled around for a few moments until Molly
ratted me out.



   "She's not eating me," she told Bull.  I could see that me and Molly
were going to have trouble.



   "Get your tongue in it," Bull demanded slamming his cock in me harder.
"Eat that cunt, Keylee.  Clean her up, dammit." I did as I was told. 
Actually it wasn't bad at all.r After a few minutes Molly was jerking and
twitching and when she climaxed I felt a sense of accomplishment.  Keylee,
the muff-diver, I thought smiling in her pussy.



   Later, after Molly left, I complained to Bull about making me have sex
with a woman.  He laughed and told me it was all part of the partnership.
He said we were a full service company.



   Molly went on her first date the following night and again the next
afternoon.  Bull went out every night cruising the bars for more help.  On
the third night he found one but had to throw her back.  She was too young,
but it wasn't a total waste of time.  She had a sister that was old enough
and very willing.  The sister's name was Greta.



   Greta was an enthusiastic chick to say the least.  She showed her
Germanic ancestry by being big, blonde, and buxom Nearly six feet tall and
only slightly overweight.  Enormous boobs that weighed in at an
unbelievable forty-eight G.  Greta loved to fuck and proved to be a welcome
addition to our small stable.  Then the search dried up.  Not that there
weren't a lot of available and willing women, but none that fit Bull's
criteria.



   Greta and Molly were extremely busy for the next week.  It amazed me how
fast word spread around about what we offered.  I suggested that we take on
some of the "near misses" Bull had found, but he was adamant that we stick
to our standards.  He was concerned that we would mess up our reputation
with sub-standard help.  I deferred to his experience without mentioning
his being ran out of Florida.

   ***



   "Hi, I'm Rex Calvin and this is my partner, Detective Van Mason," The
big man standing at my front door said.  It was early evening.  "Big Al may
have mentioned that we'd be coming to meet you."



   I knew they would be coming, but their appearance still surprised me a
little.  Bull was out on a scouting mission and it would be late when he
got home.  I opened the storm door and invited the two big policemen in. 
Since I hadn't been expecting guests I was wearing a pair of shorts and a
tee-shirt with out a bra, and no make-up.



   "I'm Keylee," I said.  "I have beer and wine and maybe some whiskey."



   "Beer's fine," the man called Rex said.  I got the beer and invited them
into the den.



   "So, how's business?" Rex asked after we were sitting.



   "It's going good," I said.  "We're starting small and going slow.  My
partner has a fixed idea about who should be working and who shouldn't." I
wasn't at all sure how open I should be with them.  No one bothered to tell
me.



   "I think that's a good plan," Van Mason said.  "The wrong gals will get
you in trouble.  I heard you have two girls working.  Does that include
you, Keylee?"



   "No, I'm not working," I said mentally adding 'yet'.



   "You are a fine looking lady," Rex said giving me another apprising
look. "You could do good in the trade.  As a matter of fact we have a lady
who would fit into your operation real good.  Name's Kelli Bolton.  She's
married, but hubby gets off knowing she fucking black men.  Been looking
for a place for her.  She got a friend called Angel who probably work part
time.  Both are good lookin' Want me to have them contact you?"



   "That would be nice," I said thinking how funny it would be if I
recruited two women while Bull was out, striking-out.  "You have our
number?"



   "Yes, I have it," Rex said.  "I'm expecting you all will treat anybody I
recommend fair."



   "We treat everybody fair," I assured him.



   "By the way," Rex said.  "I did some back-channel checking and you can
tell Jones that there aren't any outstanding warrants or wants out for him
in Florida." I told him that I'd be sure to pass it on to Bull.  "You known
him long?" I gave them a thumbnail version of Bull and me.



   "Nice when old friends can get it together, isn't it?" Rex said when I
finished.  "Big Al told us you like black meat.  That true?" I nodded.  It
seemed silly to get prudish at that point since I was a partner in a
prostitution business and they knew it.  "You got a nice rack Keylee.  I
like big white natural tits.  Mind giving me a better look?"



   It wasn't like I didn't know what they had come for.  I knew from the
minute I opened the door that the two good-looking black men had come for
sex.  Since I was the only woman around I knew it would have to be me.  It
came as a bit of a surprise that I knew it and didn't care.  I wasn't under
any obligation to be faithful to Bull.  I knew he was likely to be fucking
some white chick at that very moment.  Rex wanted a better look so I gave
him a better look at my breasts.  I took the tee-shirt off and laid it
aside.



   "Fuckin' nice!" Van said.  Rex Calvin nodded his approval.  "Let's see
the rest of you." A few moments later I was completely naked.  I wasn't
even wearing any jewelry.  It wasn't very long after that the three of us
were on my bed, fucking like bunnies.  They both were damned good and
apparently had worked together on a woman before.  Lot's of times.



   When it came time to double up on me, they did it with practiced ease.
Rex was in my ass and Van, being a bit larger, took my pussy.  I'd never
felt so stuffed or so good.  They left me sometime just before midnight. 
They left me covered in their cum and humming like a tuning fork.



   By the time Bull got home I was showered, rested and strangely enough
wanting more black cock.  Bull reported that he had a possible candidate.



   "Bit older, but damned willing to get it on.  She's not sure about
turning pro, but I'll convince her," Bull said after he emerged from the
shower.  I told him about Calvin and Mason coming to visit.



   "Wanted some white pussy, huh?" Bull said smiling at me.  "You give them
some?"



   "I gave them a lot," I answered, laughing.  "Also I have a couple of
possible ladies for us." I told him about Kelli Bolton and her friend
Angel. "Rex said they would get in touch with us."



   "Damn, ain't you somethin'.  Got anything left for me?" He threw the
towel off showing me he had a need.  I told him I sure did and proceeded to
show him I had a lot of pussy left.  It dawned on me that I was becoming a
regular slut.  It also occurred to me I didn't care.

   ***







   A few days later Kelli came to work for us.  Angle Watson agreed to work
part time.  Angel's husband was a big shot in the police department and she
had to take extra care.  Now we had four working ladies, five counting me.
I was apprehensive about it, but hearing about their dates was driving me
crazy.  I had to try it myself.



   My first "date" was with a black city councilman, Jon Ashland.  I met
Jon at a hotel.  With Al's help, Bull had made arrangements to have a room
always ready at a nice discount.  Apparently the hotel manager, an older
black man, was a pussy hound so it didn't cost us anything except for some
time from one of the girls.



   "I heard about you, Keylee," the councilman said when we were together
in the room.  "The only thing they neglected to tell me was how damned good
you look."



   "Thank you kind sir," I said.  "What else did they, whoever they are,
tell you?"



   "They said you liked men of a darker color," he said, taking his suit
coat off and draping it over a chair.  "They, in this case, is Big Al.  He
also said you were selective.  I'm glad you selected me."



   It wasn't very long after that, I was glad I selected him.  Jon Ashland
was a great fuck.  He did everything slow and easy which was good because
he had a massive cock.  It looked like a giant black snake reared up to
strike.  The head of his cock was bigger than the rest of it.  His balls
were also huge.  He asked me to take my clothes off and model for him.  I
did and as I paraded around naked, he stroked his huge purple cock.



   Because the head of his manhood was larger than the shaft, I had trouble
sucking him, but I gave it my best effort.  By the time he put it in me, I
was soaking wet and had no trouble taking all of it.



   When his time was up, I didn't insist he quit.  I was having too much of
a good time to stand on policy.  I gave him another half hour.  Councilman
Ashland was an extremely heavy cumer.  Each time he shot nearly a teacup of
his juice in me.



   My next date was with an assistant to the mayor.  Carlos, a Hispanic,
was an eager young man.  He was through in less than twenty minutes after
taking his pants off.  Fortunately Bull was available to finish what Carlos
started.



   My next date was with the assistant chief of police who proved himself
to be another good fuck.  I didn't need Bulls assistance, but took it
anyway.



   The other staff members started teasing me.  They called me the city
hall whore because it seemed that was where most of my clientele came from.
I didn't mind their good natured teasing because it made me just one of the
girls.



   Over the next six months the business grew and flourished.  I got almost
all the black cock I wanted.  Almost but not quite.  I was always looking
for one more nice, big black cock.



   Over and over I thanked my lucky stars that Bull Jones found me after
all those years.



   The End of the beginning of Keylee's descent



   (As usual I want to remind you, dear readers, that this is a work of
fiction and fantasy.  Should you happen to run into a "Bull Jones" run like
hell.  Also, as usual, your positive or constructive feedback is always
welcome.  Shooter)
   

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