Patriotic Duty
Copyright 2010 by Stormbringer
Stormbringerstories@gmail.com


Note: This is my version of a story called "Civic Duty" that has
been on the web for nearly as long as I've been writing.
Unfortunately, the copy I have does not list an author or I'd
give him credit for the inspiration. I've also lifted my personal
prohibition against use of the "N" word after taking a poll on
the E&I universe fan group with the vast majority (84%) of voters
not having a problem with it. I haven't decided on whether or not
to make it a regular thing. Readers should feel free to let me
know if they have objections.


Part 1: Insurance Scam

Chrissy Simmons leaned into the car window and kissed her husband
Todd, goodbye. She stood back up and pulled the belt around her
bathrobe tighter. Chrissy chatted for awhile, not wanting him to
leave her again. Todd was off on another one of his extended
business trips and she sighed. He hadn't even pulled out of the
driveway yet and already she was feeling lonely and neglected.
What she really needed was a job to keep her busy, but they
didn't need the money and Todd liked coming home to a nice supper
and a clean house or at least he did when he came home.

"Drive safely," she said, looking up as a black sedan slowly
cruised past her house. She stared at the sedan as two black men
in the front seats turned their heads, reflective sunglasses
staring back at her as the sedan continued down the street. It
turned right at the next block.

"Thanks," replied Todd. "I'll see you in a few days. Oh yeah
honey?"

"What's that?"

"Thanks for the sex. Love ya."

Chrissy stepped back, laughing and watched her husband slowly
back out of the driveway. They had made love last night and were
trying to have a baby. It was one of the reasons she wasn't
working. She waved as he backed onto the street and pulled
forwards down the road. The same black sedan pulled up behind her
husband and the two black men slowed down, staring at her again
as they passed. Chrissy reflexively grabbed the robe up near her
prodigious bosom and held it tight. Black men were not something
one usually saw in this neighborhood or anywhere within miles of
her house, unless you counted her garbage men.

She turned and entered her large, two story house, suddenly
nervous about being home alone for four nights. She locked the
front door and then went to check the back door and the door to
her two car garage and then the patio door and after that the
windows just to be sure. Feeling safe, Chrissy headed up the
stairs to take a shower.

Entering the bathroom, she started the shower and let the robe
fall to her feet. The beautiful young woman  stood turning
slightly as she examined herself in the mirror. At 27, she was in
the prime of her life and never looked better. Her long dark red
hair was straight and fell halfway down her back. Her hair leaned
towards black colored over orange and many people assumed she
dyed it, but it was all natural. Her eyes were a bright green and
friends described them as having a playful spark. Her ears peaked
out of her hair giving her an elfish appearance. She was tall at
5'10", lithe and fit. Chrissy had never found herself pretty, but
men and everyone else seemed to disagree. She hated two things
about her body. First, like many redheads, she had lots of
freckles. The little blemishes were sparse in certain areas and
clustered in others. Her cheeks, back, arms, and chest had
clusters where the rest of her body, stomach and legs had just
the occasional freckle. The second thing she hated about herself
were her breasts. They would have been big on a heavier woman,
but on Chrissy's trim, athletic frame, they were enormous.
Surprisingly, the large D-cupped melons were free of her other
defect. The freckles stopped at her chest, leaving her bosom pure
white except for the pink circles of her areola. Her areola were
as large as a soda can, but more ovals then perfect circles. They
were bumpy and puffed out when she was cold or aroused. The
nipples themselves were nearly and inch long, thick, and very
sensitive. She loved to have them played with during sex and when
Todd sucked on them, she was usually guaranteed an orgasm. Her
breasts had developed early and gotten her a lot of attention
from boys, mostly unwanted. She'd learned to cover them up and
dress conservatively. Bulky blouses and sweaters made her look
chubby, but men still stared. Todd had gone nuts the first time
he saw her naked. At first, he'd encouraged her to dress sexier,
but when he noticed the male attention Chrissy got showing a
little cleavage or leg, he too preferred that she hide her figure
whenever they weren`t alone and Chrissy didn't complain.

Chrissy spun around and looked at her rear. Now there was
something that looked good on her. Her rear was a perfect, pale,
freckle free, globe that thrust out and filled a pair of tight
jeans nicely. She usually wore long skirts though to take
unwanted male attention off her ass. She turned back around and
let her hand fall to her flat, almost muscular stomach. The hand
slid down her navel, stopping just above the neatly trimmed patch
of red pubic hair. Maybe last night was the night, she prayed,
wondering if a baby would be growing in there shortly. For a
couple trying to get pregnant, they weren't exactly having a lot
of sex leaving Chrissy feeling neglected and lonely. Todd was
away a lot and when he was home, he often worked until eight or
later. He claimed to be too tired for sex and often made promises
for the next night only to beg off until the weekend and all too
often they only made love once a week on Sunday mornings when he
didn't have to get up early for work.

At the back of her mind, she wondered how committed he was to
starting a family. He claimed things were frantic at work and
swore he was ready to be a father, but her suspicious mind
detected that their love making had slowed down as soon as she'd
gone off the pill. A part of her felt that Todd was worried what
a baby would do to her figure. Her breasts were large now, but
they were firm and proud. Would they sag after childbirth? Would
her belly and thighs be fatter? Todd told her he didn't care, but
still they were lucky to have sex Sunday mornings or often every
two weeks when he was away. Unfortunately, the resurgence in
hormones when she went off the pill had her climbing the walls
with horniness, especially when she felt it was her most fertile
time and she felt that way this morning. She smiled, once again
praying that last night had been the magic night.

Chrissy stepped into the shower and washed herself. Her red hair
turned darker under the water until it was nearly black. She ran
a bar of soap all over her body, almost moaning as the soap slid
over her nipples, turning them hard. She moved out from under the
water and quickly shaved a bit around her pubic patch, under her
arms, and ran the razor up her smooth legs. She paused realizing,
she could have gone days without shaving with Todd gone, but
she'd done it by habit. She rinsed off again and stepped out of
the shower.

Chrissy finished drying her body and had pulled the robe back
around her body when the doorbell rang.
She frowned, wondering who it could possibly be. She made a face
when she realized it was probably Sam Sylvester, her neighbor.
The 70 year old pervert was always ogling her and seemed to have
no shame about doing so. The first thing he'd said to her when
her and Todd moved in was, "I've got a thing for red heads, let
me show it to you some time" and he'd said it right in front of
Todd who just laughed it off. Sam would stare right at her
breasts whenever they were talking. He was also always borrowing
something from her or Todd, never returning it until they asked
or paying them back if it were food.. Sam had a bedridden, sick
wife and was always coming over for flour or aspirin, among other
things. Apparently his sick wife must have done all their
shopping. The bell rang again and she considered ignoring it. If
it was Sam, he seemed to instinctively know when Todd was away
and always tried to linger in her house when they were alone. The
one time she had accepted his offer to play cards, he'd wanted to
turn it into a game a strip rummy. The bell rang again and she
decided to hurry downstairs. After all, it could have been the
mailman or UPS driver.

Chrissy peeked through the window and froze. She almost wished it
was Sam when she saw who was outside her house. It was the two
black men who had been driving around earlier. One looked about
fifty and the other in his late twenties, though she found age
hard to tell with those people. They were fit, wearing dark
suits, and reflective sunglasses. The older one had a shaved head
making judging his age more difficult and the younger one had a
military style flat top. He carried a briefcase. The one at the
door was raising a black finger back up to the bell when she
called, "What do you want?" through the door.

"Ma'am," said the older black man in a deep voice. "I'm agent
Jenkins and this is agent Smith. We're with the FBI, fraud
division."

Chrissy opened up her door, but kept the chain lock on. She
peered through the crack. "Can I see your badges?"

The one called Jenkins, held up a wallet and flipped it open,
showing her his FBI badge. The man behind him also flashed his.
"May we come in, Ma'am?"

Chrissy hesitated, long enough she felt uncomfortable keeping
them waiting. Finally, she closed the door, undid the chain, and
opened it back up. "Sorry, you can't be too sure these days."

Jenkins' black lips curled up in a wry smile. "I understand
completely," he replied, showing no more emotion, but she
suspected he knew it was his skin color that had made her wary of
him.

"Come in," she said, stepping aside. "Have I done something
wrong?"

"Not at all, ma'am," said Jenkins, flashing her a reassuring grin
filled with big white teeth. "We're investigating a couple of
scam artists operating an insurance fraud in the area and we'd
like to talk to you about it."

"Well, I wouldn't know anything about that," she said, her heart
racing. "But I will keep an eye out for you."

"Well, we were hoping you might be able to help us stop these
dirt bags."

"Oh! I'm not sure what I could do to help, but... Where are my
manners? Have a seat. Can I get you some iced tea?

"That would be great," said Jenkins, taking a seat on a large
plush sofa. Smith stood nearby. They removed their glasses.

Chrissy hurried over to the kitchen and got the two men glasses
of iced tea. She returned to the living room with the glasses and
handed them to the FBI agents. They took them and thanked her as
she sat down on a chair across from them. She kept her legs
closed as her robe was short and ran above her knees when she
sat.

"You saw us drive past earlier?" asked Jenkins.

"Yes," she replied, nodding.

The two dirt bags in question appear to prefer attractive young
housewives," said Jenkins.

"Oh! I see," said Chrissy, blushing a little.

"Yes ma'am, you looked perfect," said Smith.

Chrissy blush grew as well did the nervousness she seemed to feel
around black men. They both had picked her because they found her
attractive.

"The men committing this crime always scout the neighborhood,
just as we did to find you. They seek pretty young women who
appear to be home alone and approach them with an offer of
comprehensive life insurance that appears to good to be true. The
catch is that the promotional offer is only good for those who
sign up on the spot for a down payment. Usually these kind of
insurance scams are aimed at the elderly."

"Then why do these men target young women?" she asked, curiously.

The two FBI agents turned and glanced at each other, nervously.
Smith finally said, "One of the men poses as a doctor and offers
an on the spot physical if you haven't had one done in the last
week, which of course, no one has. They use it as an opportunity
to feel you up, excuse my language."

"I see," replied Chrissy, looking aghast as she leaned back and
put her hand on her chest. Her eyes were wide open.

"It's not that bad," said Jenkins. "These men are after money
after all and it doesn't need to come down to that. Several of
their female victims have stripped naked for both men, even
allowing a full cavity investigation and one naive newlywed even
let them take nude pictures of her for her file."

"They sound like monsters," said Chrissy horrified that anyone
could be so stupid as to fall for that.

"Most women have smartly refused," added Smith. "They let them
examine her over her clothes or demand to see an actual doctor."

"My gosh!" Chrissy didn't even like going to her gynecologist.

"You agree that these men need to be stopped?" asked Jenkins.

"Absolutely, but I still don't see why you need my help."

"May I ask your name, Ma'am?" asked Smith.

"Chrissy Simmons."

"Well Mrs. Simmons, these men are currently having breakfast at
the Denny's out on the highway after staying at the Super 8 next
door. We have men watching them."

Chrissy nodded. She and Todd often ate there as it was only two
miles from her house.

"Yes, they are right outside your development. We expect them to
take a cruise through here today, maybe tomorrow. We need you to
stand outside and lure these men here."

"I'm bait!" Chrissy was horrified at the thought. "That sounds
dangerous. Can't you just arrest them?"

"These men are smart," said Jenkins. "We need to catch them red
handed. You won't be in any danger, Mrs. Simmons. We want to
place hidden cameras here in this room and we'll be right outside
listening and watching."

"I don't think my husband would approve," she said.

"Where is Mr. Simmons?" asked Smith. "Was he leaving for work the
first time we drove by?

"Well, he just left on a four day trip."

"Then whether or not to tell him is up to you. Mrs. Simmons. Once
they show up, it'll only take us a short time to nail them. Mr.
Simmons need never know and we plan to catch them on tape so you
won't need to testify at a trial. If you help us, you will be
doing the bureau, your neighbors, and your country a big favor.
It's your patriotic duty, ma'am."

Chrissy paused in thought. "I do consider myself a patriot,
gentlemen."

"Then it's settled," said Jenkins. "I thank you. Your country
thanks you. Smith, get the cameras."

Chrissy waited while Smith left her house. Jenkins just stood,
nodding and grinning at her. She felt a little uncomfortable as
they waited silently. She wasn't quite sure she'd agreed to their
plan, but he seemed to think she'd said yes.

Smith reentered her house carrying a box. He set it down and
handed for black rectangles to Jenkins and took four himself.
"These are the latest technology we have, Mrs. Simmons. They
don't appear to be cameras and we can hide them in plain sight."
The two black men placed the cameras around her living room. One
was pointed at the door. Others at the couch and some took in the
entire room. "Excellent placement," said Jenkins when they were
finished.

"What do I do?" asked Chrissy.

Smith reached into the bottom of the box that held the cameras
and pulled out another box. "Go put this on," he said. "All you
need to do is stand out in the front yard, water the lawn, weed,
or something. Lay out and get some sun if you wish."

Chrissy looked inside the box. She pulled out a skimpy blue
negligee. The material was sheer and didn't hide anything. "I
can't wear this outside!"

"Not that Ma'am, the bikini," said Smith. "The lingerie is for if
the bikini doesn't work or they get scared off and come back
later. If you answer the door wearing lingerie, they are more
likely to feel relaxed around you. No evidence of a wire or
anything, understand?"

"I guess," said Chrissy, holding up an extremely small bikini.
"I'm not so sure about this."

"We need your help, Mrs. Simmons," said Jenkins. "If you change
your mind now, it will be too late to arrest them in this
neighborhood."

"The top isn't my size," she said, wondering how she had gotten
herself into this mess.

"The skimpier the better, but if you have another bikini you
could wear, then..."

"I don't own a bikini. I can`t swim and I burn too easily."

"Why don't you go try it on," said Jenkins just as his cell phone
went off. "Yes," he answered it. "Understood." He snapped the
phone shut. "The suspects appear to be leaving the Denny's soon.
It's now or never Mrs. Simmons. Please. We need you." He waited
while she just stood there staring at the bikini. "It's your
duty, ma'am."

Finally, Chrissy filled herself with resolve. It was her
patriotic duty and she was a patriot. "I'll be right back." She
turned and headed up the stairs. Once in the bathroom, she
dropped the robe and began putting the bikini on. At first the
strings confused her. This thing has got to be illegal, she
thought dressing. She did consider herself a patriot, but she had
never done anything remotely patriotic like volunteer work or
fundraisers. She had considered going to a tea party meeting, but
changed her mind at the last minute. This would be her chance to
actually do something for her community. "No way," she said,
tying the bikini top string behind her neck.

The bikini was way too small. It was dark blue and tight. It
consisted of small patches of material and lots of strings.
Indeed, she was only three string tugs from being naked. The
bottom was bad. The front patch barely covered her red pubes and
she kept them very closely shaved. The bottom rear had a tendency
to want to slip inside the crack of her cheeks and she would need
to keep reaching behind her to stretch it out. The string tied on
her right hip. If the bottom was bad, the top was worse. Two blue
triangles covered her nipples and some of the area around them,
but the majority of her breasts were bare. The material was
hugging her nipples so tightly, her entire areola were visible
and they were already puffy with her nipples partially hard. "God
forgive me, I look like a slut," she spoke to her reflection.

Jenkins and Smith looked up the stairs as she came down them,
once again wearing her robe. "Well?" asked Jenkins.

"I can't do this."

"We need you, Mrs. Simmons."

"I have a reputation to uphold."

"These men need to be stopped. How many unsuspecting women will
fall prey to them before we can get enough evidence on them."

"I can't be seen in this. What will the neighbors think?" Chrissy
stepped off the steps and looked up at the black FBI agents. Both
men were at least half a foot taller then she was and she was
tall for a woman.

"We can't do this without you. For the good of your community and
for the good of your country. It's your duty as an American
citizen to assist us."

"Oh god," she cried, putting her hand over her face. "You're
right, of course."

"How bad can it be, Mrs. Simmons. Why don't you show us."

"I can't."

"Just drop that robe and march out into your yard."

"Oh god," she cried again. This time she untied the belt on her
robe and let the robe fall off her shoulders. Chrissy looked at
the agent's faces. Smith's eyes were bugging out and Jenkins had
a bead of sweat on his forehead. Both appeared to be struggling
not to stare too hard at her breasts and crotch. "My husband
hasn't even seen me in something this skimpy."

"Um..It's," said Jenkins, fumbling with words. "I've seen women
wearing less on the beach."

"You're perfect," said Smith, finally letting his eyes run up and
down her body. "She's perfect. I've never seen... Those scumbags
won't be able to resist you."

"Lets just get this over with," she sighed.

"You're right, Mrs. Simmons, we're running out of time." Jenkins
looked at Smith and nodded. "We'll be right outside in our car.
If they don't come by today, we'll come back tomorrow with a
bikini sized for your figure."

"What do I do again?" she asked.

"Just stand outside and try to attract their attention. If they
approach you, listen to what they offer, sign their phony papers,
and give them a check. It's very important that we tape you
actually paying them. Don't make suggestions to speed it along,
that might be considered entrapment. Hesitate when they mention
the physical, but go along with it."

"I won't have to take the physical will I?"

"We'll stop anything before it goes to far. Got it."

"I think I've got it," said Chrissy, picking up the robe and
quickly covering her bikini.

"We'll be in the car," said Jenkins, laying a large black hand on
her shoulder. "Don't worry, everything will be fine. You're gonna
do great." The big black man winked at her and quickly exited her
house with his partner.

*****************

Jenkins got in the drivers side of the sedan and Smith got in
next to him. Two laptops were already open beside each seat, but
on standby. Both black men clicked enter to bring their computers
out of hibernation.
"That was the hottest bitch, I've ever seen," said Smith, tapping
on the keyboard.

Jenkins winced. His partner was a little unprofessional and crass
at times. "I can't disagree with you," he mumbled.

"Did you see those titties?"

"Enough," growled Jenkins. "How are the cameras?"

"Five through eight, up and running."

"One through four up and running." Jenkins computer screen was
split into 4 quadrants each showing a view of The Simmons' living
room. Chrissy was on three screens pacing beside the couch. The
fourth screen showed the door.

Smith's screen showed four different views. "Audio check."

"Jesus, give me the strength to get through this," said Chrissy's
voice through both computers.

"Audio functioning properly," said Jenkins, as his computer
picked up Chrissy's voice mumbling.

"Bitch is praying," chuckled Smith.

"What's wrong with that," growled Jenkins. "Mrs. Simmons is
religious. Show some respect. I pray every night. I'm praying
right now that you'll shut up."

"Fuck you."

Jenkins was saved from further argument by his cell phone
ringing. "Go ahead," he answered. He listened. "Roger that. We're
set up on Washington Avenue. Cameras are up and running." He hung
the phone up. "They're leaving the restaurant now."

"Good," replied Smith. "It looks like the bitc... Mrs. Simmons is
finally ready."

"Here goes nothing," came Chrissy's voice from both speakers.

Jenkins watched her on screen. She removed the robe and hung it
up near her door. She slid her feet into two high heeled sandals
that sat beside her door. One big black finger tapped the camera
view showing her front door and it zoomed in on her ass. He
watched her hand come down and futilely attempt to stop the
material of her bikini from disappearing into her ass cheeks.

"That ass is amazing," said Smith. He had zoomed in a side view
of the young wife. "There she goes."

"And here she comes," said Jenkins as Chrissy Simmons appeared
just outside her front door. She was now off their screens. The
young wife was looking around hesitantly.  She steeled herself
and marched out into the yard.

"You should get this," said Smith. "And make me a copy."

Jenkins grinned wryly. He set the laptop aside and retrieved a
digital video recorder. Quickly, flipping it open and on, he
aimed it at Chrissy, just as she was bending to turn the outdoor
spigot on.  Chrissy stood and began watering several rose bushes
beside the house.

"Who the fuck is that?" growled Smith. "He's gonna ruin
everything."

Both black men watched as an old bald man with a large pot belly
peeked at Chrissy around some bushes in his yard. It didn't take
long for him to began approaching the scantily clad young wife.
"Get the mic," ordered Jenkins.

Smith pulled out a listening device and pointed it over at
Chrissy. "Shit, here they come," he said as a car appeared
approaching down the street. "Old man is gonna ruin everything."

"Good morning Chrissy," said the old man's voice through the
amplifier."

**************

Chrissy froze when she heard the voice behind her. "Hello Sam,"
she said, slowly turning around and holding the hose away from
them.

"I like the way you hold a hose," said her neighbor, Sam
Sylvester.

"Excuse me?"

"Feel free to water my flowers when you're done."

"I'm busy today, Sam." This was Chrissy's worst nightmare come to
life. Sam was a thoroughly deplorable human being. He was always
making suggestive comments to her and he had an invalid wife,
bedridden in his house. His eyes were focused on her roaming up
and down her scantily clad body, resting on her tits. "My face is
up here, Sam."

"Yeah, but your tits are down here and I got a thing for big tits
and overstuffed bikinis and the thing I'm talkin' `bout hangs
down eight inches between my legs."

Chrissy gasped. Her near nudity was making the old fart bolder.
"Go home, Sam."

"Damn," he ran his eyes up and down her body. "I always suspected
you were stacked, but I had no idea you were this fine. I know
Todd just left you alone again, Chrissy. Why don't you invite me
over for dinner?"

"What about your wife?" Chrissy was so focused on Sam, she was
barely aware of a car slowing down as it passed her house.

"Meal on wheels will feed her. What do ya say? I could bring some
pornos over. I got some I just know you'll love."

"Go home."

"We could play poker again?"

"Get off my property, Sam."

"Look bitch," growled Sam. "Any woman dressed like you are when
her husband leaves for work needs it bad and trust me I got what
you needs."

"Get off my property or I will call the police. They can get here
sooner then you think." Chrissy could make out two dark forms in
the sedan across the street a few houses away.

"Alright, alright, fine." Sam held his hands up in surrender. He
turned and began walking back to his yard. He stopped and turned
back. "Let me warn you though, Chrissy. I saw some niggers
walking around here earlier. You'd better be careful, you being a
pretty white woman dressed like a slut what with niggers in the
neighborhood."

Chrissy's mouth was hanging open in shock. Before she knew what
she was doing, she had turned her hose on her neighbor. The old
man yelped in surprise as the cold water hit his face. He
spluttered and hurried away from stream of water. "Take that you
vile son-of-a-bitch."

Sam shook his head free of water when he got back to the safety
of his yard. Chrissy took her thumb off the nozzle and let the
flow of water return to normal. Sam gave her the finger and
disappeared around the side of his house.

A car slowly drove past as she said, "I'm sorry, I can't do this.
I thought I could, but it's too hard." Chrissy  turned the spigot
off and rolled the hose up. She was embarrassed, but slightly
proud of herself. Her personality leaned towards meekness and
conflict avoidance. This was the first time, she'd really stood
up to anyone.

Chrissy stood up straight just as the same car that had passed
earlier slowed again. She stared and saw two black men staring
back at her. She quickly flushed and looked away. The same
feelings of unease she'd had when she'd seen the FBI agents ride
past earlier now returned. These weren't the scam artists were
they? The agents hadn't told her they were black. She quickly
headed back to the safety of her house.

*****************

"I like that old man," said Smith. "Except for that nigger crap.
I should go beat his ass."

"Yeah, way to go Chrissy, turning that hose on him," responded
Jenkins. "It looks like she scared him off just in time. Here
come our boys." The car that had been circling the block earlier,
pulled up to the curb in front of Chrissy's house. Two black men
got out of it.

"Lets get back to the cameras."

The two men returned to their laptops. Most of the screens showed
Chrissy leaning against her door, once again wearing her robe.

****************

Chrissy could see the car stop in front of her house. Two black
men got out. They appeared young and she guessed early twenties,
both were fit and muscular. Both men wore khaki's with nice
collared shirts. WWBC was embroidered on pockets on the shirts.
Were these the con artists? The FBI agents hadn't said they were
black, so she'd assumed they were white. Of course, she assumed
everyone was white unless they were described as black. Maybe
blacks assumed everyone was black unless they described them as
white? Chrissy jumped when her doorbell rang. She slowly opened
it with the chain on again. "Yes?"

The lead black man grinned at her. "Good morning, Ma'am. My name
is Malik Hassan and this is my associate Eriq Royal. We are with
World Wide Beneficial Co. insurance and we are offering a special
once in a lifetime opportunity for a few select customers in your
neighborhood. Tell me Mrs.?"

"Simmons, Chrissy Simmons."

"Does your husband have adequate life insurance?"

"He's got something through work, but I'm not sure how much."

"And yourself, ma'am?"

"Why none." The truth of the matter hit Chrissy and she resolved
to buy real insurance the first chance she got.

"Life insurance is vitally important today. If something were to
happen to you or your husband, heaven forbid, today, where would
you be tomorrow?"

"I honestly don't know," she replied. These guys were good. She
was almost convinced to buy insurance from them even knowing they
were frauds.

"Well, if you will just give us a few moments of your time. I'd
like to tell you about this amazing new offer from World Wide
Beneficial Co. insurance."

"I don't know. I'm not exactly dressed at the moment." Even with
FBI agents listening in and right outside, she wasn't sure she
wanted to let two black criminals inside her house. She was close
to chickening out and slamming the door.

"That's fine ma'am. We're both professionals. We speak with women
in their bathrobes or pajamas all the time. Here's my ID."

Chrissy looked at the ID. It was for  World Wide Beneficial Co.
insurance and had Malik's picture on it. It was good, but she'd
had a fake ID in college and could spot a fake a mile away. Eriq
held his up for her. His was similar, but had "Certified Nurse,"
stamped across it. "Well, I guess it won't hurt if you come in
for awhile." She closed the door and undid the chain.

"Thank you Mrs. Simmons. Once you see what we have to offer, I'm
sure you won't be disappointed."

"Have a seat on the couch," she said, watching as the second pair
of black men sat on this same couch previously occupied by the
black FBI agents. "Can I get you some iced tea?"

"No thanks, ma'am."

"Well gentlemen," she said, sitting across from them in the same
chair she'd sat in earlier and placing her hands over the hem of
her robe to keep it from riding up her knees. "I have some
errands to run, so lets hear what you have to offer. Malik was
it?

"Yes, Malik Hassan."

"Is that Muslim?" she asked, her eyes narrowing.

"No ma'am," he lied. "It's African."

"Good. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but this home
is dedicated to Christ."

"As are all good homes, Ma'am," replied Malik with a smile.

"Agreed," said Eriq.

"Good then." Chrissy looked back and forth to both men. They
actually seemed quite nice. They were young, early twenties, very
fit, both their legs and arms were bulging with muscles. They
looked more like personal trainers then insurance salesmen...
wait! They weren't insurance salesmen, they were criminals and
black men with muscles, probably got that way lifting weights in
prison. These men were good. Smooth operators. No wonder they
hadn't been caught yet.

"Here's our brochure," said Malik, handing her a professionally
printed booklet.

Chrissy leafed through it. It was well done, filled with graphs,
cost benefit analysis charts, age predictions, and others. "Seems
good."

"Oh it's very nearly the best insurance offer ever." Malik
paused. "Mrs. Simmons, why don't you switch places with Eriq, so
that I can go over the program with you?"

"Oh! Of course." Chrissy stood and switched places with Eriq.

"There that's better," said Malik. He opened the brochure and set
it on her lap. He kept one hand on the brochure, turning the
pages and talking softly. His fingers brushed her bare knee. He
covered the benefits of signing with WWBC insurance as his hand
slid off the brochure to cup her knee. Chrissy shivered suddenly.
Her eyes took in the contrast of his dark black skin against her
white knee. Malik removed his hand and flipped to a page filled
with pie charts, returning his hand when he was done, but this
time his hand slid up a little further. Chrissy felt a strange
quiver in her vagina. Both men appeared to be staring at the
brochure, Malik from his position beside her and Eriq leaning
forward across from them. Chrissy looked directly down and saw
that she was revealing a lot of cleavage. She gulped, quickly
sitting up so that the robe didn't gap open and tugging her knee
away from Malik's hand. He took the hint and pulled back.

"Do you like what you heard?" asked Malik.

"Oh yes," she replied. "It sounds amazing. How much is it?"

"Five hundred will get you full coverage for a year and a quarter
million in insurance."

"I'll need to talk to my husband."

"We can only offer this plan at the presentation. The cost
doubles if you wait."

"Oh," she replied, thinking about it. "Excuse me." Chrissy walked
over to the kitchen where her purse was. She returned writing out
a check. The money would wipe out the small account Todd allotted
for her, but then this check would never be cashed. "I'm sold."
She ripped the check out and held it out for Malik. She wanted to
look at the nearest camera and wink at the FBI agents, but Malik
didn't reach out for the check.

"Not yet, Ma'am. May I call you Chrissy?"

"Please."

"You'll need to sign the papers first." He removed five forms
from a folder. "Here you go."

Chrissy looked them over. The forms looked legitimate, filled
with legal mumbo jumbo. "Do you have a pen?"

"Right here," said Malik, quickly pulling a pen from the folder
and clicking the point out. He handed it to her and watched her
sign. "Now there's only the little matter of a physical. Have you
had a physical done during the last week?"

"No," she replied, trying to hand him the check again, but he
waved her off. "I did four months ago with a fertility doctor."

"I see," said Malik, his grin turning up at the corners of his
mouth. "You're trying to have a baby. Any luck?"

"Not yet."

"Well, I'm afraid we can't accept your policy without a more
recent physical. Mr. Royal here is a registered nurse, certified
by World Wide to give on the spot physical exams. After that we
can take your money and as of that point you are insured."

"Stand up," said Eriq, rising from the chair. He was quickly in
front of her. He placed his hands under her chin. "Open your
mouth and say, ah." He pulled a small pen light from his pocket
and shined it down her throat.

"Ahhhh." Chrissy assumed Jenkins and Smith would be leaving their
cars now. They'd promised her this would stop before it went to
far.

"Very good. Now eyes and ears." Eriq shined the light in her eyes
and then made her turn her head so that he could look in her
ears.

"Now face away from me and lower your robe so that your shoulders
are free." Eriq watched Chrissy's freckle covered shoulders
appear. He placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed in with
his thumbs working under her robe, down her back, nearly to the
crack of her ass. His strong hands grabbed her hips, his right
hand over her bikini string and squeezed. . "I'll need to untie
your bikini top."

Chrissy glanced over at her front door and at the closest camera.
She couldn't even tell if it was working. "That seems
inappropriate."

Eriq pulled the string behind her neck and the one behind her
back at the same time. "You can hold the robe over your front.
Mr. Hassan is here to make sure I don't get out of line and to
protect me too. I don't want anyone making false accusations and
getting my license suspended." He moved her hair to pull the
string around the back of her neck and gently massaged her nape.

Chrissy held the robe over her bosom and since her back was still
exposed, she had to raise the hem up almost to her crotch. She
stared intently at the nearest camera and mouthed the words,
"Help me."

Eriq was wearing a fanny pack which he unzipped and pulled out a
stethoscope and an arm band for measuring blood pressure. He put
the stethoscope around his neck. "Go ahead and sit and hold your
arm out." When she complied, Eriq wrapped the arm band around her
arm and pumped it up, taking her pulse and placing the cold metal
end of the stethoscope on her arm. "Seems good. Pulse is a bit
high. Now the heart rate. Lower the robe."

Chrissy looked on with horror, but lowered her robe, exposing her
freckled chest and the tops of her milky white breasts. Eriq
looked professional and kept his face impassive. She looked down
her cleavage. Her bikini top was now hanging loosely on her
semi-hard nipples. She shivered when the cold metal end of the
stethoscope touched her chest. He moved it around listening above
her breasts and between them. She felt a tug on her robe and it
slid down, taking her bikini top with it and exposing her large
areola. Much to her embarrassment they were puffing out and her
fat long nipples were extending. He moved the end of the
stethoscope around her nipples, the cold metal accidentally
sliding across her left nipple at one point. "Your heart rate
seems accelerated, Mrs. Simmons," said Eriq.

"Just uncomfortable, that's all," she replied. "May I cover my
breasts now?" She could see Malik looking around Eriq and staring
at her exposed breasts.

"Not yet. I'll need to do a breast exam."

"Oh god!"

Eriq placed both of his hands over her breasts and squeezed.
Chrissy began trembling. "Your breasts are quite large, Mrs.
Simmons. Do they give you any back trouble?"

"Um.. Oh.. Not yet, but my mother's were as big as mine and she
had trouble as she got older." Chrissy flushed with shame when
she felt another quiver in her vagina. Her breasts had always
been extra sensitive and her recently accelerated level of
arousal wasn't helping her out. His strong hands were alternately
caressing and squeezing her big bosom and now his hands slid down
until his fingers brushed her fully hard nipples. Her vagina let
out a little squirt of fluid the second he took her nipples
between his dark fingers and squeezed them. "Sh... Shouldn't you
be wearing gloves?"

"An oversight on my part, Mrs. Simmons. I forgot to pack them,
but I can assure you my hands are quite clean." Eriq continued
squeezing and tugging on her nipples for some time. "Your nipples
are unusually long, Mrs. Simmons."

"Ah...yes."

"Do they cause you problems?"

"Some embarrassment when they stick out."

"Like now," he said, pinching the nearly inch long nipples.

"Yes, and their... and their..um.. very sensitive." Chrissy's
crotch was soaking wet now. "P.pl.please stop pulling on them."

"That's healthy. Now turn away from me and drop the robe."

"Do I have to?" she asked, staring pleadingly at the closest
camera.

"It'll be over before you know it."

Chrissy let the robe fall to her feet. She was immediately
horrified to see her bikini bottom were dangling by one side. The
knot must have come loose when he had his hands on her hips
earlier. Her reddish pubic hair was exposed. Malik was leaning
forward in his chair and she was presenting a full side view to
him. She felt a tug at her hip and the bottom fell at her feet.

She was now completely nude.

***************

Smith stared at the computer screen and touched the panel to zoom
in on Chrissy's exposed crotch. Another panel showed her standing
fully naked with Eriq behind her and yet another panel showed
Malik staring intently at her nude body. She mouthed the words,
"help me," again.

"She wants us in there," said Jenkins, staring at images of her
on his screen.

Smith grabbed the head of his cock under his pants. He had an
erection from watching the incredible scene unfolding on his
computer and his cock was uncomfortably stuck down one pant leg.
"I want to go in there," he said.

"Not until she hands them the check," replied Jenkins.

****************

"Bend forward," said Eriq. "I know this will be uncomfortable,
but it's time for the gynecological check."

"Oh god," she said, feeling him push down on her back. She leaned
down and turned enough that she could place her hands on the
couch's arm to hold herself up. "Jesus!" she cried, jumping
forward when she felt the tip of Eriq's finger slide along her
labia.

"No trouble producing lubrication I see," he said with the hint
of a chuckle. He slowly pushed one finger inside her as deep as
it would go.

Chrissy couldn't help herself and gave a large squeal. "Ohmygod,"
she cried, feeling Eriq pump his finger in and out slowly. She
looked down under her body expecting to see her juices dripping
from her vagina, but her large breasts were hanging in the way. 
It got worse when Eriq's middle finger joined his index finger
inside her dripping pussy. Both his fingers felt bigger then
Todd's penis and her needy body began to respond. She fought the
urge to push back into his thrusting fingers. Chrissy glanced
over at Malik who was leaning over and watching the other con
man's fingers slowly fuck her pussy.

"Malik," said Eriq. "Why don't you assist me and continue with
the breast examine."

"Gladly." Malik walked around the coffee table and kneeled in
front of her. His hands began squeezing and
tugging her nipples. The orgasm caught Chrissy off guard. It was
her biggest ever and made her gasp in pleasure.

"That's a pretty healthy reaction, Mrs. Simmons," said Eriq,
fumbling with his shorts. "However, I need to probe a little
deeper.

"With what!" she gasped.

"With this!"

Chrissy felt an extremely large object push against her vaginal
opening. She was so wet, her labia easily spread around a large
knobby ball with a shaft attached to it. Eriq was working it in
and out of her, trying to get it in deeper. She had never felt so
full or had her pussy  stretched so wide. Soon it was deeper then
her husband's five inches had ever been and it just kept going.
It felt fantastic to be penetrated so deeply. "What is that
thing?" she asked, ashamed to feel another orgasm approaching.

"What do you think it is?" Eriq was grabbing her hips now and
slightly pulling her back into his thrusts.

"Oh god," she moaned. "It feels like a penis only it`s too big."

Eriq and Malik both laughed. Malik stepped back and quit playing
with her nipples. In a way she missed the attention. Eriq said,
"It's not a penis," and Chrissy felt relief flood through her
body. "It's a cock," he continued. "It's like a penis only bigger
and blacker." With Malik gone, she was able to look under her
body again, but her breasts still blocked her view of their
crotches. However, Eriq's shorts and underwear had been dropped
around his ankles. "I understand your confusion, Mrs. Simmons. I
can tell this tight white pussy of yours hasn't ever been truly
fucked by a real man. Thank you for letting me integrate you
properly."

"I don't believe..." Chrissy finally looked up again and found
herself staring at  least two feet of the biggest blackest penis
she could ever have imagined. It was nearly right up against her
nose and as her eyes un-crisscrossed as she stared down the shaft
she realized it was probably only ten or eleven inches long, but
that was still twice as big as Todd's penis. Malik immediately
began pressing the large flared head of his "cock" against her
lips. Chrissy held her mouth tightly closed as he rubbed the head
left and right alone her lips occasionally pushing forwards
trying to get her to open her mouth. It left a slimy, nasty trail
of fluid on her lips. `He doesn't expect me to.. not that. I
don't even do that for Todd,' she thought. "Aargh," she suddenly
cried as Eriq's cock head banged against her cervix. The "Aargh"
became and "Umph" as Malik pushed the head of his huge black cock
between her lips and into her mouth.

Chrissy tried to pull back, but she was trapped between the two
black men. She tried to push the big tip of Malik's cock out of
her mouth with her tongue. Her tongue licked the underside and
then up and over his urethra. She could taste his precum, but her
tongue wasn't strong enough to push it out. Chrissy moaned in
pleasure as a second orgasm suddenly expanded out from her pussy.
She jerked forward taking Malik's cock deeper down her throat. He
was pulling back and pushing forward until she found herself
sucking on about a third of his black cock. It felt so hard in
her mouth. It wasn't so bad, she thought and Chrissy found
herself relaxing her throat. Malik's cock was a vibrant monster,
hot, throbbing, and giving little leaps from time to time. She
suddenly found herself hoping the two FBI agents would take their
time.

"Wait until you try this pussy, Malik," growled Eriq. He was
fucking her rapidly now. His balls were smacking her thighs with
such force they were stinging. "It squeezes and sucks your cock
in deep. It's milkin the cum right out of my balls."

Chrissy's eyes widened in fear. She was at her most fertile and
unprotected. Her hands were holding her up so she couldn't push
Malik away. She tried to pull her head back, but Malik kept
slowly pumping his hips. The big head of his cock was even deeper
now then when he'd started. It was down her throat pulling back
to her uvula and then pushing further down. She was swallowing
more then half now.

"Gonna bust a nut," groaned Eriq, fucking her even harder.
Chrissy tried to shake herself off his thrusting cock, but he
read her intentions differently. "Yeah girl, work that white
ass." He gently spanked her once as he spoke. "Here it cums."

Chrissy was horrified but then tremors started in her pussy.
Eriq's big cock head was pressed hard against her cervix ready to
spray her womb with a black man's seed. The orgasm caught her off
guard. She was cumming hard and it was her biggest yet. It would
have been bigger still, but Eriq suddenly yanked his ten inch
cock from her pussy. Hot sperm flew into her hair, splattered her
lower back, and peppered her ass.

"If we were making a porn, that's what we'd call a money shot,"
gasped Eriq.

****************

"Zoom in on that," ordered Jenkins, leaning over to look at
Smith's screen. The two men watched the quadrant capturing
Chrissy's wel fucked vagina just as Eriq milked the last drops of
his sperm from his shaft and covered her labia with it.

"Better then any porn I've ever seen," said Smith, pulling the
camera back to capture the sperm on Chrissy's back.

"Mrs. Simmons does seem to be a natural at this," agreed Jenkins.
One quadrant was capturing Malik's cock as it slid in and out of
her throat. Another angle showed Chrissy was now kneeling as she
sucked his cock. "Look she's taking over."

Malik had slowly stopped thrusting his cock down her throat until
Chrissy was the one bobbing her head. She was now kneeling at his
feet, grabbing the base of his shaft with one hand and deep
throating his cock.

"I think he's gonna blow soon," said Smith, just as semen
squirted out the sides of Chrissy's mouth. "I called that right."
Smith watched Malik yank his cock out of her mouth and shoot
several jets of semen on her face. "Think they're about done?"
asked Smith.

"Not until they seal the deal," replied Jenkins. "I want to see
money change hands. Then we can bust them."

On screen, Malik had shoved his cock back down Chrissy's throat.
"Keep sucking," he ordered.

****************

Chrissy almost eagerly took the ten or eleven inches of black
cock back down her throat. It hadn't lost any of it's length, but
it had gone soft. His cum had come as a shock to her. Malik was
pulling back just as a huge jet of semen struck the back of her
throat. As soon as the head cleared her throat and entered her
mouth, her mouth was so filled with semen her cheeks bulged out
and his seed squirted out the sides of her mouth. She swallowed
when he pulled his cock completely out and shot several blasts on
her face. His cum had tasted hot, rich, and was surprisingly
good. Now she was sucking him again and the limp cock was slowly
hardening.

Malik slowly pulled his cock out of her mouth when he was
completely hard again. He smirked when he caught her leaning
forward to keep sucking it, but instead he stepped around her and
sat on the couch. Chrissy turned right and began sucking his cock
between his knees, but that wasn't what he wanted.
Malik grabbed her head and indicated that he wanted her to stand.


Chrissy released his cock, and swiped away a string of salvia
hanging from her lips to his cock head. His hands were strong and
forceful, so she stood. He then placed his hands on her hips and
guided her forwards until she was straddling him. Malik then
grabbed the base of his cock and held it up for her. Chrissy
lowered herself, first feeling the head push into her and then
fat inch after fat inch until she sank down in his lap. Despite
the sperm on her face, Malik tried to kiss her, but she turned
her head away and Malik instead pushed her back so that he could
suck on her breasts. Chrissy was ashamed by her body's reaction
to what was happening to her, but her kisses would remain for her
husband.

"Gawd dayum, this white pussy does milk your cock," said Malik,
bouncing on the couch to get her to ride him.

Chrissy began slowly raising and lowering herself. She saw Eriq
appear out of the corner of her eye. "Thanks for not cumming in
me," she moaned, having yet another small orgasm.

"It was nothing," he replied. "You told me you were trying to get
pregnant." He stepped to her side and aimed his cock at her face.

Chrissy stared at it. She thought for a moment and then leaned
forward and took it in her mouth. The FBI had told her to
cooperate after all and she was doing her duty. She was doing
this for all the women these two had molested and would now never
molest thanks to her. She swallowed his cock wondering if any of
those other women had enjoyed it as much as she was. However, he
wasn't too interested in a blow job. He wanted something else.
Eriq waited until his shaft was good and wet before stepping
back.

Chrissy was moaning, riding Malik's cock and suffering through
another impossibly large orgasm, when Malik suddenly held her
down in his lap and spread her ass cheeks. Chrissy felt something
press against her tight little brown sphincter and push hard.
"What are..." Her eyes flew wide as she felt her rosebud push in
and slowly open for the invader. `No,' she thought, `people
aren't supposed to do that! It's unnatural!' She winced in pain
as the large cock head broke through and entered her ass. The
rest she took easier and the pain faded quicker then she would
have imagined and it began to feel good. Real good.

Chrissy found herself in a state of complete sexual ecstasy. She
was sliding up and down Malik's cock while Eriq pistoned his cock
in and out of her ass. The men had no trouble penetrating her
like this and seemed well practiced. Malik was squeezing on one
of her breasts while sucking the nipple on her other breast.
Chrissy sucked her lower lip in her mouth. Sweat poured off her
forehead mixing with tears and semen as both her holes were
stretched to their limits. The orgasm exploded deep in her pussy
and consumed her entire body. Their cocks continued to hammer her
pussy and asshole and she briefly fainted from the pleasure.

When Chrissy recovered, she was sitting in Malik's lap and Eriq
was banging her ass as hard as he could, but his rhythm was off.
Suddenly he just buried it and her bowels were flooded with
sperm. Eriq groaned as he slowly pulled his cock out and shot the
last few wads of cum on her slowly closing sphincter. As it
closed, sperm welled up in it and began pouring out.

"My turn," said Malik, slapping her ass. "Ride that big black
cock."

Chrissy was panting and trying to catch her breath. She stayed
still for a moment, but long enough for him to slap her ass once
again, but this time with more force.

"Come on fuck that black cock."

Chrissy felt weak and exhausted, but she began to move.
"Alright," she said leaning forward until their noses practically
touched. "I'm gonna fuck that big black cock. I'm gonna fuck it
real good." Chrissy began bouncing in his laps as fast as she
could move.

"That's what I'm talkin about," laughed Malik, slapping her ass
again, but with less force.

"Fuck it real good," moaned Chrissy, not sure what had come over
her. "Just don't cum in my pussy."

Malik laughed and went back to playing and sucking on her
sensitive nipples. Chrissy nearly screamed as she came. She
paused with this the tip of his cock in her and then let gravity
slam her down on his crotch. The orgasm grew with every inch and
it lasted for several more bounces. She was growing even weaker
from all the orgasms. Malik was groaning now and he was bucking
his hips. "Getting close," he moaned.

"Say when and I will jump off," she managed to pant out still
riding him and still feeling the effects of her orgasm.

Malik grabbed her hips and pulled her down into his lap. "When,"
he said evilly, nearly spitting in her face.

Chrissy looked at him in horror just as the cock head poised
right on her abused cervix shot it's first wad directly into her
womb. Her horror turned to lust as an enormous orgasm burst
through her body right on the heels of the last one. Her orgasm
lasted with each jerk and spurt of his cock and she finally came
down as his cock began to soften in her pussy.

Chrissy suddenly realized she was keeping his sperm plugged in
her womb and she jumped off his lap. "You bastard, you might have
made me pregnant," she yelled, angrily.

"Good, another fruit for Islam." Malik stood and squeezed some
semen out of his cock and onto her carpet.
"Just make sure the baby faces Mecca when it`s born."

Chrissy looked on in horror. What had she done? "No," she
whispered.

Eriq was now dressed. "I have the check, Mrs. Simmons. Thank you
for signing with World Wide Beneficial Co and thank you for the
hospitality."

The door burst open. "Freeze FBI," shouted Jenkins running into
the room and holding his badge up.

"Mother fucker!" yelled Eriq,

"Bitch set us up," added Malik. He grabbed the closest thing to
him to cover his nude body which was Chrissy's robe.

Chrissy quickly became aware of her own undressed state in a room
full of four black men and stooped behind her recliner, grabbing
her bikini as she went.

"Are you alright, ma'am?" asked Jenkins, while Smith handcuffed
Malik.

"I'm fine," she said, stepping out from the chair, aware Jenkins
eyes were roaming up and down her bikini clad body. She had
rushed putting it on. One cup was askew and her nipple was
sticking out. She had sperm on her face and back. Her bottoms
were turning darker as they became soaked from the semen leaking
from her pussy and ass. She glanced over at the two scam artists.
Eriq was looking defiant as Smith pushed him out the door. Malik
was smirking at her. He winked when he saw her glance at him.
Chrissy looked down in shame, her eyes focusing on Mailk's spent
cock, so large it was largely visible under the hem of her robe.
"What took you so long?" she asked.

"We needed them on tape accepting your check."

"You let them fuck me."

"To be honest, Mrs. Simmons, you rather appeared to be enjoying
yourself."

Chrissy felt a flush appear at her cheeks and quickly turn a
large part of her white freckled body red.
A large wad of cum slipped down the side of her face as she
flushed. Her tongue came out and absentmindedly licked it up. "I
see," she mumbled. She would be lying to say she hadn't enjoyed
it.

"We were ready to rescue you at a moments notice if you actually
appeared in any danger. You did us a great favor, Mrs. Simmons.
You're going to help us put those scumbags away for a long time."

"Good," she said, but she didn't really mean it. Despite, Malik's
cumming inside her, she felt no anger towards the two men. Maybe,
this incident would help them straighten their lives out.

Smith returned wearing latex gloves and carrying a large black
bag. He began collecting the assorted cameras, Malik's clothes,
the phony insurance documents, and her check. "I think we have
more then enough evidence to convict," said Smith, limping over
to another of their hidden cameras.

Jenkins limped over to help him gather all the evidence. "You
won't even be required to testify, Mrs. Simmons."

"That's good," she said, wondering why both men were limping. She
glanced down at their crotches and gasped. Both men had large
bulges straining down one pant leg. The bulges were every bit as
big as Malik or Eriq's, if not bigger. Both men had erections and
she flushed again as she realized it was from watching her on the
cameras. She had put on a live sex show for the two men!

"You did a great service for your community today, Mrs. Simmons,"
said Jenkins, heading towards her front door with Smith. "Your
government thanks you, ma'am."

"Yes," added Smith. "It was a pleasure watching you in action."

Chrissy flushed again as the two men left and other then some
stains on her rug and sofa, there was no evidence anyone had been
here today. She walked over to her window and watched Jenkins
drive off with the two criminals in the back seat of their sedan.
Smith pulled out a moment later in the con artists' car, made a
u-turn and followed his partner.

She hoped the government wouldn't come down too hard on Malik and
Eriq. Everyone deserved a second chance. She had a brief fantasy
of them showing up at her door a year from now, thanking her for
helping them straighten out their lives. She invited them in and
led both men up to her bedroom and they began to fuck her again.
She shook her head to clear it of her fantasy. What happened
today could never happen again. She had cheated on her husband,
but she'd done it to get two criminals off the street and because
it was her patriotic duty.

Chrissy Simmons could now say that she had done something
patriotic and she was proud of herself. She stepped back from the
window and felt liquefied semen run down her inside thighs from
where it was leaking around her soaked bikini bottoms. Chrissy
virtually ran up the stairs reminded of all the sperm filling her
fertile vagina and determined to wash it out as quickly as
possible, but also aware that it might very well be too late.

As she cleaned herself in the bathtub, Chrissy found herself
wondering if she'd ever have another opportunity to do her
patriotic duty.


Part 2:  We need your help again, Mrs. Simmons


Two weeks after helping the FBI bust the insurance scam, Chrissy
was in her living room vacuuming the floor. She had kissed Todd
off on another one of his business trips thirty minutes earlier.
Once he had pulled out of the driveway, she'd immediately raced
upstairs to change. She'd dropped her new robe on the floor and
pulled the skimpy negligee out of her dresser. Now Chrissy was
doing her housework in sexy lingerie and she'd grown fond of
wearing it around the house when she was alone.

Chrissy Simmons was a changed woman.

She wasn't even consciously aware of how much she'd changed since
the incident with the two con artists. She was behaving
differently and realized it, but hadn't given it any thought.
Chrissy's attitude towards her body had changed. She had become
acutely aware of how attractive she really was. She'd bought a
few new outfit's the last week and they no longer hid her figure,
but showed off her body. Knowing that her husband preferred that
she keep her goods covered, she hadn't shown him the new outfits
or the lingerie the FBI had given her, but if he didn't like
them, well tough. They made her feel sexy.

Since going off birth control several months ago, her hormones
had been raging and Chrissy partially blamed them on why she had
given in so easily to the two black men. They were still raging
and she was horny all the time, but Chrissy had discovered a cure
soon after she'd had sex with Eriq and Malik. That cure was a
wonderful thing called, masturbation. Todd continued to put off
having sex with her and they'd only made love once in the last
two weeks and it had been unsatisfying. She suspected he didn't
really want her to get pregnant.  Now, almost daily, when she'd
lie naked on bed and slowly finger herself to a small orgasm,
she'd fantasize she was having sex and in her fantasies it was
never Todd making love to her, it was Malik and often both Malik
and Eriq. Malik hadn't any qualms about putting a baby in her
belly.

Now she was doing her morning housework in a skimpy blue negligee
and when she was done, she'd slip it off, probably masturbate,
shower, and go out to the grocery store. The baby doll negligee
the FBI had provided her was a little small for her breasts. The
bra cups squeezed her large breasts together tightly and left the
tops of her bosom exposed while being thin enough to hug her
nipples. The panties were a thong and she'd grown to like wearing
it after a little initial discomfort. Dangling from the tops of
the bra and falling to her thighs was a diaphanous blue material
that shimmered as she moved. She'd never felt sexier.

Her day went as planned; clean, masturbate, shop, and change back
into lingerie. Chrissy had just settled down to watch the news
when her doorbell rang. It startled her at first and she jumped a
little. She answered the door in her lingerie, but she hid behind
the door and peered through the crack under the chain. She
expected it to be the old pervert from next door. He'd tried to
come by several times since seeing her in the bikini two weeks
ago, but Chrissy refused to let him inside her home. But instead
of being Sam Sylvester, she was surprised to see it was the older
bald FBI agent, Jenkins who was at her door.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Simmons. It's agent Jenkins, FBI," he said,
flashing his badge.

"I remember you agent."

"I have some things I need to discuss with you. May I come in?"

"Oh! Of course," she answered, closing the door and undoing the
chain. She reopened the door and Jenkins froze when he saw what
she was wearing. "Oops, sorry. I'll go change."

"Please don't. I mean, I only need a little bit of your time."

"Alright then." Chrissy shivered as a thrill ran through her body
at the thought of wearing so little in front of this man. Of
course, he had seen her wearing nothing and performing vulgar sex
acts with two men.
"Have a seat. What can I do for you?"

Jenkins sat on the same couch he'd sat on when he first met
Chrissy and she sat across from him in the recliner. Between them
was a magazine covered coffee table. Jenkins opened up a
briefcase he was carrying and pulled out a laptop. He opened it
and brought it to life. "There's a couple things I need to ask
you Mrs. Simmons. I hope I'm not taking up too much of your
time."

"Not at all and please call me Chrissy, agent."

"Fine Chrissy it is. I'm Ike." He glanced down at the laptop and
tapped several times. "Thanks again for your help. I'm told we
have an airtight case against the Willis brothers, Malik and
Eriq."

"You don't need to thank me agent Jen... Ike. It was my patriotic
duty to assist you."

"Well, my supervisor was a little upset by the tapes. He was
angry when he assumed you were an undercover agent, but he
completely flipped when he found out you were a civilian
housewife. He feels we put you in danger."

"I never felt I was in danger from those two men."

"Nor did we feel you were, but my boss thinks we should have
intervened before they took advantage of you."

"But then you wouldn't have had them on tape accepting the
money."

"Exactly. What I need to know is do you hold the bureau
accountable for any of your actions on that day?"

"None at all, Ike. Tell your boss I merely did my duty like any
of his agents would have."

Jenkins sighed. "That's a relief. If you did hold us accountable
I was facing suspension."

"I'm glad to be of service. Is there anything else?"

"There is one other thing, Chrissy. Would you be willing to
assist us again?"

Chrissy's heart skipped a beat. Her life was dull and uneventful.
The incident two week ago was the most exciting thing to happen
to her in four years of marriage. "It depends what you had in
mind, I suppose."

Jenkins fiddled with his computer. He leaned forward and pulled
out a file from his briefcase. He handed Chrissy the file over
the table. She opened it and stared at the picture of an
over-muscled black man's mug shot. Jenkins said, "That man is
Stoner Little, aka Biggie Little. He's a petty criminal who's
recently moved up a few notches."

"Drug dealer," she said, reading the information on the sheet.

"Yes, but he's just a middle man. We need to find out who his
supplier is. We could probably bust Little, but his supplier
would replace him within hours. We need somebody to plant cameras
in his motel room. The problem is he has a bodyguard outside his
room whenever he's not in it. The guard is too smart to fall for
the usual tricks, we're with the phone company, we're with room
service, etc."

"So what could I do?"

Jenkins cupped his hands with his index fingers standing out and
touching. He rested his chin on his index fingers and stared at
her. "He does let one type of person in the room."

"And what type is that?"

"Biggie Little is fond of prostitutes, particularly white
prostitutes, and particularly red-headed white prostitutes."

"You want me to pose as a hooker! Don't you have any female
agents who could do it?"

"Surprisingly no. At least, no attractive female agents. Most
females in this district come off as rather butch. The agency
could surely find someone elsewhere, but this case isn't a top
priority from a national perspective."

"I can't pose as a hooker and especially to a drug dealer? He's
got to be dangerous."

"There's no history of violence in his file. Plus, you wouldn't
even meet him. The plan is for you to enter his room when he is
out. The guard will let you in. You plant a few cameras like the
ones we used with the Willis brothers and then tell the guard you
left something in your car. You return to your car and go home.
Smith and I can rescue you within minutes if something goes
wrong."

"Like you rescued me from the last two," she stated,
sarcastically. "This doesn't sound like a good idea to me."

"I understand. Your help was invaluable last time and you were so
patriotic that I thought I would ask. I can't blame you for
staying in the safety of your home in the suburbs. Not everyone
needs excitement in their lives. I just hope we can stop him
before he sells to any more school children." Jenkins reached out
for the file. "I'll take that."

"School children?"

"Yes ma'am. Little and his boss are big believers in getting them
hooked young and early."

Chrissy sighed. She was bored. Helping the FBI previously had
been the most exciting thing she'd ever done. Here was another
chance to do her patriotic duty and help her country and to help
keep some children safe. "I'll do it," she mumbled.

"You will? That's fantastic. Like I said, it should be a piece of
cake. You can be in and out of the room in ten minutes. Biggie
Little is expected to be staying at the Ramada in two weeks. The
bureau will provide you with a suitable outfit. The target date
will be Saturday night before dinner time. I will send your
outfit and hopefully we can catch him when he's in the restaurant
eating." Jenkins carefully sat his laptop beside him, stood, and
walked over to Chrissy. He held his hand out to her. "We can't
thank you enough."

"No need, it's mine and every citizen's duty as patriots to serve
their country when called." Chrissy stood and took his hand and
watched her small white hand get completely engulfed by the large
black man's hand.

"I should get going," said Jenkins. "I'll be your case man. We'll
send your outfit to you in an unmarked package. Will Mr. Simmons
be here?"

"No, he'll be home late tomorrow for a few weeks then off again
the Friday before you need me."

"Good. I'll contact you and meet you in the hotel lobby with the
cameras. Smith will monitor the hotel. Thanks again." Jenkins
turned, but quickly turned back standing within a foot of
Chrissy. "One last thing, Chrissy. Two weeks ago with the
insurance conmen, why did you do it? I mean, you could have told
them no. You didn't have to go as far as you did. I'm sorry, I'm
embarrassing you."

Chrissy was flushing crimson again. "No, that's alright agent.
Those men knew what they were doing, Ike. I can't really explain
it. They got me worked up and then there was the other thing."

"What other thing?"

"They were... They were just so... well you know, big."

"No, I don't know. What do you mean by big?"

Chrissy was still flushing. "Their penises, I had never seen any
that big. I don't think my husband is six inches, yet they were
twice that big."

"Your husband is only five or six inches? No wonder you thought
they were big."

Chrissy's brow furrowed as she frowned. "What are you saying? You
watched what they did to me."

"Malik and Eriq are rather small for black men."

"I don't believe that. There's no way. How can you call those
things sma..." Chrissy stared down at Jenkins' dark trousers as
he fished his cock out of his pants. He tugged out a swollen
semi-hard monstrosity of a penis. "There, mine's about normal."

Chrissy stared at the huge penis. Something that large was more
properly called a cock. "That's big of course, but no bigger then
Malik's."

"Mines not hard yet. Here," he reached out and took her hand.
"Stroke it."

"My gawd," she said, complying. Her wedding ring fingered hand
was now gripping Ike's huge black cock and she was starting to
slide it up and down his hardening shaft. It extended an inch and
then another, stiffening to full erection. "It's so big! What's
wrong with it?" She grabbed the flesh encircling the head and
pulled back until a fat bulbous cock head emerged from the skin.

"I'm uncircumcised. Like I said, mine's about normal. That's why
I didn't understand what you meant by calling those two losers
big."

"That thing is normal?" Chrissy's pussy was dampening rapidly as
she stared at her hand running up and down his shaft. "It's a
foot long!"

"One last thing, Mrs. Simmons," said Jenkins, loosening his tie.
He reached and touched the shoulder strap of her bra. "The bureau
needs it's property back." He tugged until the strap slid down
her arm. Soon the negligee he had given her two weeks ago fell
around Chrissy's feet leaving her clad in only the thong. Jenkins
hand moved to one nipple. He pinched it and she moaned still
mesmerized by the big black cock in her hand. "Why don't you get
a closer look?" His hand left her nipple, went up to her
shoulder, and pushed down.

Chrissy fell to her feet right in front of Jenkin's foot long
black cock. It looked even bigger as she stared cross-eyed down
the shaft.  She couldn't really understand why she was so
fascinated with it. To be honest, Ike's monstrosity of a cock was
quite ugly until she pulled the foreskin back and the purplish
head appeared, then it became sleek and magnificent. "I see it,
but I still don't believe it. God," she said, staring under his
cock at his scrotum, "even your balls are huge."

Ike groaned as if in pain. "Yeah, they're a bit on the swollen
side right now. I haven't had any relief in months. I'm married
to my job and working long hours getting scum off the streets
plus with no girlfriend I just haven't had time to meet anybody.
Having a beautiful white woman stroking it isn't helping me none
either. Maybe, you should stop."

Chrissy jerked her hand back. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize. Did
you say months? It must be painful."

"It is painful. This was a bad idea. I don't know how I'm going
to get it back in my trousers now. It sucks sometimes that I'm so
duty bound. Sometimes, I think I should just switch to a desk job
and find myself a wife, but I'm a patriot and will always do my
duty."

"I wish there was something I could do for you," said Chrissy.
Ike was making no effort to put his cock away and she was
reaching out to it as if she wanted to grab it again, but she
held her hand back.

"The only way you could help me, ma'am is to get me off. I
already know that you're a patriot and are willing to do you're
duty, but I know that's a lot to ask."

"You want me to make you cum?" It seemed crazy to say it was
patriotic to jerk off a stranger, but Chrissy was well aware of
how men were different then women when it came to sex and agent
Jenkins did put his life on the line every day. She made up her
mind, reached out and grabbed his cock again. "What do you want
me to do?"

"Oh thanks and god bless, Mrs. Simmons," moaned Ike. "You don't
know what this means to me. I'd be happy if you just stroked me
off, but if you don't mind, I'd love it if you licked around the
head or sucked it in your mouth some."

"We'll see," she replied, "but I'm just helping out a public
servant. It goes no further and my panties stay on." Chrissy
grabbed the base of his cock to hold it steady and began running
her free hand up and down the shaft. If someone had told her two
weeks ago that she would be kneeling nearly nude and stroking the
foot long black cock of a stranger, she would have vomited it
disgust. Now she was willingly helping out this black man,
fascinated with his enormous cock, and judging by the dampness
between her thighs, extremely aroused to do so. She never planned
to go any further then just using her hand, but the friction was
too dry. The tip of his cock was oozing decent amounts of
lubrication, but not nearly enough to coat such a big shaft.
"It's too dry," she stated.

"That's why it would help if you used your mouth," replied Ike.

Chrissy stared at the massive black cock. Ike was a rather good
looking man. His face was attractive in a rugged manly way with
chiseled features. His bald head was a turn off, but it also made
him look virile. He filled out his suit nicely and looked to have
a very fit body under it. Unfortunately, his good looks did not
apply to his cock. It was rather bulbous and ugly with big
bulging blue black veins crisscrossing it. Worst of all, was the
wrinkly black foreskin. She slid the hand griping the base
further up his cock and pulled the foreskin taut. This improved
it's attractiveness considerably. Remembering how she had come to
enjoy sucking Malik's cock and even liking the taste of his cum,
Chrissy leaned down and licked the head of Ike's cock.

"That's it girl," he moaned.

Chrissy ran her tongue around the head and then stretched her jaw
as wide as she could, she took the knob in her mouth. She held it
there, letting her tongue swirl all around the head. She bobbed
her head a little, sucking the end of Ike's cock. Drool ran down
his shaft, soon helping her hand glide smoothly up and down his
cock. They both moaned together.

Chrissy gagged and paused for a moment as the head pushed into
her throat. She tried again and this time succeeded in getting a
third of Ike's cock in her mouth. He was so large and thick,
sucking this thing would take some getting used to. By this time,
her pussy was dripping wet and screaming for attention. She'd
recently discovered how to please herself with her fingers.
Looking up at Ike, she saw him staring back. He winked at her and
she winked back, feeling stupid for some reason. She let her
tongue run under his cock while she sucked it. He continued to
stare, but could see beneath her. So, she let one hand leave his
shaft and moved it between her own legs. She found her thong
soaked and quickly pushed it aside, slipping three fingers in her
hot pussy. She moaned around his shaft as she fingered herself.
Minutes later, Chrissy wanted to scream as she orgasmed, but her
scream turned into another gag as nearly half his cock slid down
her throat.

Chrissy noticed Ike's cock seemed to be swelling larger and it
was even harder to swallow. She had to pull back until only the
head was in her mouth. Suddenly, the cock gave a large spasm and
cum filled her mouth. It bulged her cheeks out and squirted out
the sides of her mouth around his cock. She was forced to gulp,
swallowing too much at once and making her esophagus hurt. She
swallowed again, this time tasting the hot rich seed on her
tongue and liking it as much as she had liked the taste of
Malik's semen. Ike suddenly pulled back and shot several strands
of semen across her face just as Malik had done and Chrissy
wandered if it was some kind of cultural thing among black men to
shoot their seed on women.

Ike jerked forwards on his own cock, squeezing several long
strands of sperm out to fall on her stretched tongue. Chrissy
took every drop in her mouth and swallowed. She licked her lips
and said, "Does that feel better?"

"You have no idea," growled Ike.

"Glad I could help," she panted, aware that her fingers were
still working in and out of her pussy. She wanted to cum again,
but didn't want Ike to know what she was doing, so she
reluctantly pulled them out.
She brought that hand up to heft his huge scrotum. "It must have
been awhile for you. I've never seen so much cum." Indeed, Ike
appeared to have ejaculated more then Malik and Eriq had
combined.

"Actually, it's always about that much," said Ike, grinning.
"Every time."

Chrissy gently fondled one of his balls. "I can believe it," she
said,  touching one testicle bigger then Todd's entire scrotum
and even bigger then her fist.

"That was an unexpected surprise, Mrs. Simmons," said Ike, "but
I'm not quite done here. Why don't you go get cleaned up and we
can finish up."

Chrissy stood up, feeling liquefied sperm starting to slide down
her cheeks and nose. "Good idea. I'll just take a quick shower."
She turned and headed upstairs.

Ike watched her go. When she was out of sight, he walked over to
the couch, closed his laptop, and gathered his bag. He pulled off
his tie and he climbed the stairs after her.

***************

Chrissy's pussy was screaming for attention. She felt like
playing with herself again as she showered, but knew Ike was
waiting. She figured that if they could rap up their meeting
quickly, she could have a longer more enjoyable masturbation
session after he left.

After washing her face and body, she stepped out of the shower
and grabbed a towel to dry herself off. She stepped back into the
still wet thong. Not wanting to greet the FBI agent in only the
thong again, she walked next door to her bedroom to grab her
robe. She gasped when she entered her bedroom.

Ike was laying on his side on her marital bed. He was nude and
his huge swollen cock hung down until it hit the bedspread and
then it laid out from his body. His body was ever bit as
impressive as it had appeared under his suit. His chest was
covered sparsely by gray hair. "I thought we might have some more
fun," said the muscular black man.

Chrissy felt a sudden surge of lust at the sight of his nude body
and huge cock. It did nothing to satisfy her state of arousal. "I
can't," she said. "Ike... Agent Jenkins, I'm a happily married
woman. This is my husband's house, my husband's bed, our marital
bed. What happened was nice, but it was wrong and to go any
further would make it worse."

"I understand completely," said Ike, sitting up. "I don't want
you to do anything that you don't want to do. I was just thinking
I might return the favor. Do for you, what you did for me."

"What do you mean?"

"Come here." He stood, took her hand, and led her over to the
bed. He sat her on the edge and kneeled down between her legs.

"Oh my god!" she cried, realizing what he intended. She found the
idea suddenly exciting and her soaked pussy gushed some more.
"Alright, lets have some more fun, but it goes no further and the
panties stay on."

"No problem," said Ike with a grin. "I do have to pull them aside
though." He reached out and touched the thong right under her
labia causing her to gasp. "These things are soaked."

Chrissy stared wide-eyed as Ike moved his head closer between her
thighs. He was pinching her thong now and pulling the material
slowly out of the way. A few wisps of red hair appeared and then
almost all of it as he pulled the thong over to her thigh. Ike's
head got closer and for a moment Chrissy wrinkled her nose in
distaste as it looked like Ike was taking a big whiff of her
pussy, but almost immediately her distaste was replaced with
extreme pleasure as his tongue slowly licked up her wet labia
before flickering over her distended clitoris. Chrissy shuddered
with pleasure. She moaned when he repeated the act.

Ike increased his pace and Chrissy's body reacted by writhing in
pleasure. She stared down at him in awe as he wriggled his tongue
as deep as it would go in her pussy. He stared back at her and
she got the impression he was grinning as he tongued her. She had
know idea oral sex could feel this good. Sure her girlfriends had
told her how much they loved it, but the thought of returning the
favor on the guy had Chrissy always refusing. She gasped as her
writhing turned to bucking as she raised her pelvis into his
thrusting tongue.

This was something she could do with Todd! With practice, her
husband might become as skilled as Ike was and all she'd have to
do is suck Todd's little penis for him. She immediately regretted
thinking that, but there was no denying the fact that she now
considered her husband to have a small penis. Sucking Todd's dick
after learning on Malik and Ike would be a piece of cake.
Chrissy's crotch leaped up and froze as she had a sudden strong
orgasm. Ike had pushed the tips of two fingers inside her while
sucking her clit between his lips. She fell back on the bed
whimpering.

He was having trouble pushing his fingers in while holding the
panties aside. He grunted and yanked her thong up her thighs
some. Chrissy didn't complain. He had pushed his fingers in as
deep as they would go and it had prolonged her orgasm. The black
man's two fingers were bigger then Todd's penis, longer and a lot
thicker, and it felt amazing. However, Chrissy wanted to open her
legs wider. She sat back up, reached down, and pulled her wet,
twisted thong up to her knees. She fell back on the bed and
closed her eyes.

Ike's fingers and tongue felt so good and really hit the spot. It
was exactly what her pussy had needed to satisfy it. She wanted
him deeper, but the thong was holding her knees together. With an
exasperated sigh, Chrissy sat back up and pulled the thong all
the way off, tossing it aside. She laid back down and opened her
legs as wide as they could go. Ike seemed pleased with this. He
attacked her pussy more aggressively. His fingered her rapidly
while flickering his tongue over her clit. He wasn't keeping his
fingers straight, he was arching and the tips were really
stimulating an area deep in her pussy. Chrissy couldn't believe
it, but she was going to cum again. When she did, her orgasm was
explosive and she soaked Ike's entire hand. It felt too good to
be embarrassed. Chrissy was moaning in a near comatose state.

Chrissy was only vaguely aware that Ike had withdrawn his fingers
and was pushing her body back on the bed. When she did finally
come to her senses, she looked up to see the black man was now
kneeling between her legs with his foot long cock aimed straight
at her pussy. The huge knob had emerged from the foreskin and was
inches from the opening of her vagina. Her hand quickly covered
her pubic hair and his cock head ended up pushing against her
fingers. He stared at her angrily. "Do you have a condom?" she
asked.

"Nope. I hadn't exactly planned on this," he replied, frustrated
and pressing his cock hard against her hand.

"Just don't cum in me," she said, pulling her hand away. Ike's
cock head was pressing against her labia a second later. It was
probably safe, but you never know. Malik had cum in her pussy at
her most fertile time and she was still terrified waiting to see
if he had knocked her up. "And go easy on me. I doubt if I can
take it all."

"You'll take it all, you sexy slut," groaned Ike. They moaned
together as his cock head slipped inside her. "I haven't met a
woman yet who didn't love every inch."

"Oh god," she cried watching Ike work the cock head around in her
before slowly pushing several more inches in. He was patient,
slowly moving his cock in as her pussy opened for it. Soon he was
deeper then Todd had ever been, then he was deeper then his
fingers had been. She stared in awe as her pussy slowly accepted
the huge cock, wincing when the head banged on her cervix. He was
now as deep as Malik had been. "I guess that's it," she gasped
out, breathing heavily.

"It's not all the way in," replied Ike. He held his cock against
her cervix, jerking it and pressing it against the opening to her
womb. His cock was ejaculating large amounts of precum on her
cervix, softening it and slowly it opened for the large invader.

Chrissy winced in pain as Ike's cock slipped all the way inside
her. She had taken him balls deep. He held it buried and she was
surprised at how quickly the pain faded. "You know what I want?"
she asked.

"What's that baby?"

"I want to be fucked by that big black cock. I want to be fucked
hard."

"Do you now?"

"Yeah lover, fuck me with your big black cock." She expected Ike
to began slamming her hard after that, but instead, Ike laid down
on top of her. She immediately felt engulfed and protected by his
muscular body. He arched his back to kiss her, but she turned her
head away. "No kisses," she said, "just fuck me."

Ike braced himself above her and slowly started moving his cock
in and out of her. "How's that feel, baby?"

"I'm so stuffed down there. It feels real good, Ike."

"Better then hubby?" Ike waited for several seconds for her
answer, but it didn't come. "You don't have to answer that."

"No Ike, it feels better then my husband. A lot better. It just
hurts to say it. Now shut up and work that big black cock."

Ike continued slowly working his cock in and out of her pussy. 
"You feel good to me to baby. You're so hot and wet down there.
That white pussy of yours is gripping my cock like a vise."

Chrissy moaned as her body automatically started lifting her hips
into his slowly thrusting cock. "Faster Ike. Please. I want to be
fucked hard and fast."

"Sorry Chrissy, you're just so sexy. So beautiful. You deserve to
be treated better then just a quick fuck. I wanna slowly have you
all night."

"Oh gawd," she groaned, feeling an orgasm growing inside her. It
felt like it was centered in her womb. "I don't want it slow,"
she gasped, grabbing his hips and trying to pull and push on them
to get him to move faster. Ike didn't change his pace. He was
bracing himself over her now, arms extended like he was doing a
push up. Chrissy released her grip on his hips and used her hands
to gently beat on the hard muscular chest hovering over her. "Ike
stop. Please. Not like this. Come on you black bastard. Fuck me."
Nothing she did stopped him. Chrissy was shuddering and writhing
beneath him, lifting her crotch up into each thrust of his cock.
She opened her legs as wide as they would go and wrapped them
around his thighs. Her fists quit pounding his chest. She slipped
her arms around his back, grabbed his ass cheeks and tried to
pull him deeper into her. His face was hovering over hers,
separated by half a foot. He was staring into her eyes. "You
bastard," she whispered. "Not like this." She sucked her lower
lip into her mouth, trying to fight the powerful feelings inside
her.

"Cum for me," said Ike.

Chrissy suddenly released her grip on his ass. Her hands grabbed
both sides of his head and pulled his lips down against hers. It
was an open wet kiss and soon their tongues were dueling over
whose mouth to enter. Then Chrissy was cumming and cumming hard.
She whimpered in pleasure, wanting to cry at the same time. Ike
had just taken something from her. He had refused to fuck her.
Instead he had made love to her and she had just given in to her
passion, loving him back. She now felt like she had betrayed her
marriage a lot more then if they had just fucked for mutual
pleasure. Chrissy sucked his dark lower lip into her mouth,
whimpering while she came down from the huge orgasm. "Bathterd,"
she mumbled, the word garbled as she was still sucking on his
lip.

Ike laughed and kissed her again, holding his cock buried in her.
She passionately returned it while he let her rest for a moment.
After a minute or so, Ike enveloped her body again and rolled
over on his back, never breaking their kiss. Chrissy pushed
against his chest and sat up feeling the full impalement of his
mighty cock inside her. "Now ride me you sexy slut," growled Ike.

Chrissy was still too weak to bounce in his lap. She ended up
leaning forward and sliding her crotch back and forth. They
kissed again for awhile, before Ike pushed her back and took one
nipple in his mouth. Chrissy groaned in pleasure as he flickered
his tongue over her sensitive nipple. "Oh shit," she whispered,
almost to herself, "I'm gonna cum again!"

"That's it Chrissy," he said releasing her nipple. "Do it. Cum
for me."

"Oh god, Ike." Chrissy sat up and began bouncing in his lap.

"Cum on that big black cock." Ike grabbed and squeezed both her
breasts. He leaned up far enough to suck on her other nipple. He
switched back and forth between her nipples.

"I'm cumming," she moaned, quivering as she rode his cock. Ike
kept sucking on one nipple, but he suddenly moved his hands to
her ass and held her up. He took over, bucking his hips and
thrusting his cock in and out of her as fast as he could. Chrissy
screamed in pleasure. Her orgasm was immense. This time he didn't
let her recover. He just kept thrusting up into her. "I can't ugh
believe ugh what you're ugh doing to me ugh ugh," she cried.

"There's something you can do for me, white girl," he grunted.
Ike had broken out into a sweat now and his forehead looked
strained.

"Ugh anything ugh ugh," she replied.

Ike kissed her nipple and fell back on the bed, looking up at
her. "I'm gonna cum soon."

Chrissy was surprised he had lasted this long. Todd would have
ejaculated within minutes at the pace Ike was going and Ike had
been at it fifteen minutes now. Plus, the black man was twice
Todd's age. His best years were long behind him. "What do you ugh
want?" she cried.

"Getting close," he answered.

She suddenly knew what he wanted and she gave it to him. "In my
pussy. Cum in my ugh pussy."

"Oh yeah," growled Ike, thrusting up and holding his cock in her.


"Yes!" screamed Chrissy as the first huge jet of sperm struck her
womb. Unbelievably, it triggered a third orgasm which lasted as
long as Ike's cock continued blasting sperm inside her pussy.
Chrissy couldn't really tell, but it felt like he was cumming
inside her pussy ever bit as much as he had cum in her mouth
earlier.

When he was done cumming, he released his hold on her ass and let
her fall on top of him. She grabbed his cheeks and pulled her
mouth over to his. They kissed for several minutes with his cock
plugging her pussy full of his semen. "You're incredible Mrs.
Simmons," said Ike between kisses.

"You're not so bad yourself," she replied. Chrissy slowly slid
off Ike's cock, but kept the head in her. He was still huge, but
it had gone limp. "I'm going to make a run for the bathroom. I
think I'm going to leak a gusher when this black monster
unplugs."

Ike laughed and yanked his cock out. Chrissy gasped in shock and
leaped off the bed, racing to the bathroom. She hadn't been
wrong, liquefied semen poured out of her pussy, dripping on the
bed, floor, and coating her thighs. She squatted over the toilet
and scooped out as much as she could with toilet paper. She
wasn't too worried about Ike cumming in her. When Malik had
ejaculated in her was much riskier and she was praying she'd get
her period in a week or so. No letting Ike cum in her was the
ultimate betrayal of her marriage and she felt horrible yet
fantastic at the same time. If she had to do it again, she
wouldn't do anything differently, except maybe staying on birth
control.

Chrissy walked out of the bathroom and Ike stood up off the bed
to greet her. Her eyes automatically focusing on the big black
banana swinging freely between his legs. "It's late," he said,
why don't you cook me an early dinner?"

Chrissy glanced at the clock. The afternoon had flown by.
"Alright. Why not. I can whip something up."
She reached for her robe where she had left it on the floor
earlier.

"Oh no," said Ike. "If you're going to cook for me, you will do
it nude or if you prefer, you may put the teddy back on."

Chrissy giggled and dropped the robe. "I have some pork chops
thawing for when Todd gets home tomorrow. How's that sound?"

"Sounds good," replied Ike, grinning wryly. He liked the thought
that he would be eating her husband's dinner after making love to
his wife. "Now go cook me dinner, woman." He playfully spanked
her ass as Chrissy turned to head downstairs. "I'll be down when
I clean up."

Chrissy walked downstairs. It felt weird being nude so she ended
up putting the lingerie back on. She had just slipped the pork
chops in the oven when Ike entered the room. She turned to smile
at him and gasped. Ike was still nude! He walked over to her
couch and began reading her husband's newspaper. She took some
frozen vegetables from out of the freezer while strange emotions
assaulted her body and soul. On one hand Ike was being
presumptuous sitting nude while she cooked her husband's dinner
for him. Seriously, was he planning to go home anytime? On the
other hand, this was always exactly what she had wanted. The best
most passionate sex of her life while cooking for her satisfied
man. She was happy to the point of giddiness while she finished
cooking and even while they ate.

After dinner, Chrissy cleaned off the table and started washing
the dishes. Ike stepped up behind her, reached around and
squeezed her tits through the lingerie. He thrust his crotch
against her ass. She moaned while his cock hardened. He kissed
her neck, pulling one hand back and putting it on his hard cock.
To answer her earlier question, no, he wasn't planning on going
home anytime soon. He pushed her out the door and she ended up
leading him up the stairs by his cock.

Chrissy soon found herself on all fours on her disheveled bed
while Ike slowly impaled her from behind. Ike's strong black
hands grabbed her hips tightly, pulling her back onto his cock.
Somehow, even in this impersonal position, Ike made her feel like
she was being made love to and not fucked. Even when his fat
thumb worked it's way inside her anus, she still felt like he was
showing her his love and the large orgasm she had didn't hurt.
Even when he removed his thumb and pulled his well-soaked cock
out of her pussy, placing it against her tight rosebud, she felt
he was still making love to her, but in a different way as she
felt pressure on her sphincter. It never occurred to her to deny
him.

Ike was slow and as gentle as possible letting her ass get used
to his large cock. He pushed a little in each time, stopping when
Chrissy jumped and tried to pull herself away. Then he would
proceed a little more. Three weeks ago this would have been a
disgusting sinful act. Two weeks ago, Eriq had pushed his big
cock
In her ass while she rode Malik's cock and she had loved it. Ike
was bigger and stretched her out more, but her ass got used to
him quite quickly. Chrissy moaned.

"You like having a big black cock shoved up your white ass?"

"God forgive me, but I do," she whispered. "Fuck my ass, Ike."

Ike did just that. He thrust forwards while pulling her back onto
his cock. She was never able to take more then ten inches, but
the ten filled her good. It felt great, but there was something
missing. She felt like such a slut when she realized what it was.
The last time there had been a cock in her pussy while she got
her ass fucked. She pictured another large black man beneath her
thrusting his big cock deep in her pussy while sucking her
breasts and Chrissy came. It was a small orgasm, but bigger then
any she'd had with her husband and it was solely from having her
ass fucked.

Ike growled and thrust forwards. Chrissy's bowels immediately
felt soaked. Ike yanked his cock back and out just in time to
shoot several long strands of sperm across her back. Afterwards,
he went to urinate and clean up. Chrissy exchanged places with
him, taking a quick shower and struggling to get all the semen
off her back. When she returned to her bedroom Ike was asleep.
She left him there and went downstairs to call Todd and tell him
about her boring day and how she missed him wishing he was home.
She lied the whole time. Ike had completely satisfied her and
she'd never felt more like a woman then at that moment. After
talking with Todd, she headed back upstairs and quietly slipped
into bed beside the snoring black man.

Chrissy moaned in her sleep as she laid on her side. Her legs
were spreading as something slid back and forth between her
thighs. Her nipples were being pinched and tugged. She opened her
eyes and blinked as the bedroom lights came on. She was still
waking up when Ike's cock slipped inside her from behind. She was
soon thrusting her hips back, twisting herself so that she could
lean back and kiss him. He lifted her leg so he could angle his
cock in better and they made love like that for several minutes.

Eventually, Ike grabbed her tightly and rolled her on top of him.
His arms reached around to fondle her breasts while she turned
her head to kiss him. "I want you in deeper," she moaned to him.
Chrissy sat up and rode his cock while facing away from him. She
could see her white freckled body in her wall mirror sitting on
Ike's dark black form. She found it very erotic. Chrissy jumped
off him and spun around so that she could face him. This time
they kissed again while she mounted him. They were still kissing
twenty minutes later when Ike's cock sprayed another load
directly into her womb. Her scream of pleasure was muffled by his
lips as she came with each squirt of his cock.

Chrissy collapsed on top of him and turned her head to rest. His
cock remained hard for awhile, slowly softening and shrinking
until a torrent of semen was able to leak on their crotches from
her flooded womb.
She fell asleep still joined with the black man, their crotches a
sticky mess.

Ike awoke at dawn and was delighted by the sight of a beautiful
big breasted white woman with dark red hair serving him breakfast
in bed. The ravenous black man accepted the tray and began
shoveling bacon and eggs in his mouth while Chrissy began taking
her special breakfast sausage in her mouth. Ike's cock was still
soft when she swallowed it, but it quickly hardened. She was
pleased to see that at some point during the night, he had washed
his crotch of their combined crusty fluids and he was relatively
clean. Ike kept eating while she gave him a slow luxurious blow
job. He finished breakfast before she finished hers and moved the
tray over to her side of the bed, looking down at her while she
looked up at him. His stare made her bob her head faster. Chrissy
was getting familiar to the signs a man's cock gave as it
approached orgasm. The cock head swelled in her throat and she
was completely prepared when it blew. Her cheeks swelled out, but
she didn't spill a drop, swallowing every bit and milking his
mighty shaft for every last drop. When she was satisfied, she had
drained his balls dry, she released his cock, gave the little bit
of his urethra that was visible through his foreskin a little
kiss as she gasped for air.

"Thanks for a great night," said Ike.

"My pleasure," she replied. "And I mean my pleasure. Ike, that
was the best night of my life."

"Mine too. It was nice to play the husband of such an amazing
woman even if it was only one night. Mind if I take a shower. I
need to get to work soon."

"Go ahead," said Chrissy feeling guilty again. Why'd he have to
mention the word, husband? Worse, it had been wonderful having a
real man for a husband for just one night. A man who knew how to
take care of his needy wife's horniness. "I'll be downstairs
doing the dishes."

Chrissy gathered up the tray, utensils, and empty plate, pausing
long enough to dress in the sexy lingerie he had provided her,
and headed downstairs. She had just loaded the dishwasher when
the doorbell rang.
Assuming it was her neighbor, Sam, she took her time strolling to
answer it. Chrissy opened the door as far as the chain latch
would go and peeked through the crack. She was surprised to see
it wasn't Sam, but another black man. She recognized him quickly.
"Agent Smith, what can I do for you?"

Smith looked tired and his black suit was disheveled. He was
about twenty years younger then Ike. He resembled the older black
man, but then so had Malik and Eriq. Chrissy had always thought
that all blacks looked alike, but now she found that thought
racist. Smith for one was not half as attractive as Ike. His face
looked crueler, his eyes more penetrating. His hair was cut in a
flat top. His height and build were almost identical to Ike's, a
little over six feet and muscular. "I'm here to see Agent
Jenkins," he said.

"Agent Jenkins? Why do you think he would be here?" she lied,
wincing when she realized Ike's car was probably in front of her
house. Plus, Smith was a trained FBI agent and would easily
detect her lies.

"Because I drove him here, Mrs. Simmons," grunted Smith. "We're
partners after all."

Chrissy blushed. "Sorry," she apologized. Smith must have slept
in the car last night. That explained why he looked so tired.

"May I come in, Mrs. Simmons?"

"Of course." Chrissy closed the door and removed the chain. She
reopened the door and Smith's eyes immediately took in her
lingerie clad body. "Oops. I should go change."

"Don't bother. You look fantastic."

Chrissy blushed again, but had no urge to cover her body. She was
even slightly pleased with his attention. "I bet you'd like a cup
of coffee."

"Sounds good." Smith followed her to the kitchen and Chrissy
unconsciously put an extra sway in her hips. "Where's the old
fart?"

"Upstairs in the shower."

"Fool could get in a lot of trouble for this." Smith shook his
head. "Sleeping with a married client. Using you to catch
criminals. I hope he doesn't get suspended."

Chrissy gasped and turned around holding the cup of coffee in
both hands. "You're not going to tell are you?"

"I'm not sure yet. It`s my patriotic duty to report agent
Jenkins."

"Please. He's your partner." Chrissy put her thumb up to her
mouth and bit the nail nervously. "We didn't do anything I didn't
agree too." Smith appeared unmoved. "Ike's a good man. He hadn't
been with a woman in awhile and I was lonely. He just asked me to
help him out a little. Please agent Smith. Say something."

"Would you be willing to help me out a little?"

Chrissy froze. "What do you mean?" She stared at the cruel
looking black man as he reached down to his gray slacks and
started undoing his belt. "No, not that."

Smith laughed. "Do this for me or I bring Jenkins up on ethics
charges." He whipped his long black cock out and tugged on the
tip as it grew completely erect. "Besides, we're partners, we
share everything."

"My god," said Chrissy staring at another foot long black monster
cock. It was almost identical to Ike's, yet the exact opposite in
some ways. Ike was a ruggedly handsome older black man, but his
cock was ugly with it's wrinkly foreskin. Smith was an
unattractive angry looking man, but his cock was simply gorgeous.
It looked like it was carved from ebony. The thing was perfectly
streamlined, straight, and it had no ugly foreskin covering the
fat head. Chrissy felt dizzy as she stared at it. Her legs grew
weak. She fell to her knees and Smith took three steps forward,
lining his cock up with her mouth. She leaned forward and ran her
tongue over the head.

"That's it girl. You're really helping me out too," groaned the
black man.

"I'm only doing this to help Ike," she said, looking up at him.
She took the cock head in her mouth and continued to stare up at
him. Chrissy knew the last was a lie. Every instinct in her body
had told her to fall to her knees and take Smith in her mouth.
She watched as he removed his coat and tie. A very muscular chest
revealed itself to her as he undid his shirt, but he didn't
remove it, he just let it hang open.

"That's it girl. Suck that black dick," moaned Smith, placing his
hands in her red hair.

Chrissy's throat gave a contented purr as she took Smith's cock
deep in her throat. She bobbed her head rapidly, using one hand
to hold the base of his cock while the other hand played with his
heavy balls. Their pricks may have been the same size, but Smith
had even bigger testicles then Ike did. One thing the old black
man had that Ike didn't was stamina. Smith's cock began swelling
after only about ten minutes. He was grunting and his fingers
were digging into her head. Chrissy had just sped up when she
heard a noise.
Ike had entered the room and was staring at her. She felt like
she had just betrayed Ike and the moment the horror of betrayal
hit her, Smith began cumming. He shot a load down her throat and
then pulled back, her mouth immediately filling with hot semen to
the point of overflowing. Sperm squirted out of her puckered lips
before she could swallow. Her mouth filled again. She gulped it
all down. It was hot and rich, maybe even better tasting then
Ike's. Then Smith's cock was yanked from her mouth and more sperm
blasted her face, coating it.

"Well James," said Ike. "I see you got tired of waiting in the
car."

Chrissy opened her eyes and found herself staring up at Smith
slowly stroking his cock and squeezing out the last few drops to
fall on her face. She held out her tongue to catch some and
stared sideways at Ike. He didn't seem the least upset to catch
her  sucking his partner.

"Yeah partner, crammed into that tight sedan knowing what you was
getting in here, nearly drove me crazy," responded James.

"You should have joined us."

Chrissy's brow furrowed at that. What kind of woman did Ike think
she was? Her tongue ran around her lips licking up as much of
Smith's cum as it could reach. "Can I get you anything?" she
asked Smith, still looking up at him from her knees. "Coffee,
some breakfast?"

She was still stroking his cock and it had remained hard. "I
ain't done with you yet. Stand up." He led her over to her
kitchen table and lifted her on it. He undid her bra, but kept
the silk top on and pushed her back on the table. Chrissy lifted
her hips as Smith pulled her thong off. She spread her legs as he
guided his huge cock inside her.

Ike walked by and poured himself another cup of coffee. "Hurry it
up will you, we need to get going."

"I'm taking my time with this pussy," replied Smith, slowly
fucking her with the entire length of his cock.
He was too impatient though. Agent Smith's slow pace didn't last
long. Soon he was grabbing her ankles and slamming his cock into
her as fast as his hips could go. Ike stood nearby casually
watching and sipping his coffee. Impatient or not, James lasted a
long time at his fast pace and Chrissy found herself thrashing in
a series of orgasms. He was leaning over her and her hands were
running up and down his hard muscular chest. Her hips leaped up
into his thrusting cock. "Cumming," he groaned.

"Oh god! Yes!" Chrissy tried to pull him deep inside her. "Cum in
my pussy," she cried, never considering that she should have made
him pull out. "Yes!" she screamed at the first blast from his
cock. "I feel it!" His cock head blasted her womb with sperm
triggering her to have a huge orgasm. Smith's oversized balls
produced a load as big as the one she'd swallowed earlier, nearly
flooding her womb.

The next thing Chrissy remembered was being roughly shaken on her
shoulder. She opened her eyes to see Ike standing over her. His
partner was in the background, now dressed and fixing his tie.
She must have passed out. "We need to get going Mrs. Simmons."

"Already," she groaned. Her back hurt slightly from laying on the
table.

"Yes, it's late and we need to get back to work. I'll be in touch
about going after Biggie Little."

"Alright." Chrissy struggled to sit up on her table.

"Thanks again for helping us out on our cases and for that other
thing last night." Ike winked at her. "We'll let ourselves out."
Smith didn't say a word, he just followed Ike out the door.

Chrissy finally managed to sit up. Her legs were still spread and
semen was pouring from her pussy creating a puddle on her kitchen
table and slowly dripping off the edge to the floor. Smith's big
balls really produced a lot of sperm, she thought, watching an
apparently endless stream and most of his cum was trapped in her
womb behind her cervix. She didn't think Todd's testicles
produced a tablespoon's worth of semen.

Chrissy managed to push herself off the table. She got a paper
towel from the counter and held it under her leaking pussy before
getting another and cleaning off her table. Her cleaning job
wasn't complete, but she really needed a shower. She could clean
up better after showering and maybe sleeping all afternoon. She
was sore all over and her jaw ached from giving two enormous
black men blow jobs that morning. She was looking forward to a
lazy afternoon resting when her doorbell rang again. Immediately,
her heart raced as she pictured Ike and James coming back for
more. Maybe they had decided to spend the afternoon with her.
She almost raced to throw open her front door when she remembered
that all she had on was a see thru silk top hanging from her
shoulders. Chrissy quickly stepped into the thong. The doorbell
rang again and again. "Coming," she yelled, slipping her bra on
under the top. The bell began ringing incessantly.

Chrissy frowned, realizing it probably wasn't her black lovers
returning for more. She replaced the chain in the latch and
opened her door a crack, standing back to keep her sperm covered
face from her visitor. "What is it?"

"Good morning Chrissy," said her seventy year old neighbor, Sam.
"I was hoping to come in and visit with you." Sam was grinning,
but his expression was cold.

"I'm sorry, you've picked a bad time." She closed the door on
him, but he immediately pounded on it with his fist. She reopened
the door a crack. "What Sam? I'm busy."

"Too busy for me, but not too busy to entertain a couple of
niggers?," replied Sam.

Chrissy gasped. "What do you mean?"

Sam had an ugly expression on his face. "What part of entertain
and niggers didn't you understand? I saw them leaving here."

"Those men are FBI agents, Sam. I've been doing them a favor and
I don't appreciate what you're accusing me of. I am a married
woman after all. Now get off my property." Chrissy slammed the
door shut again.
Sam had made her angry and it wasn't just towards him, but at
herself. She was a married woman and she loved her husband. What
was I thinking, she thought just as Sam pounded on her door
again. "Go away."

"Did you like sucking on nigger cock?" he yelled on the other
side of the door.

"I don't know what you mean," she yelled back.

"You sucked on that old nigger's cock last night," he yelled
again.

Chrissy's face drained of color. She pulled the door open again.
"Keep it down," she hissed, looking past him to see if any of her
other neighbors were about. Sam's voice had been very loud.

Sam said more quietly, "You sucked that old nigger's cock like
you loved it you little slut."

"Nonsense! Sam Sylvester, get off my property or I'm calling the
police."

"I saw you. Plain as day. Prancing around in that little negligee
thingy. Kneeling before that nigger and taking his big cock in
your mouth. You looked like you was loving it."

"You spied on me!"

"I've been peeking in your windows ever since seeing you in that
bikini two weeks ago. Got a thing for peeping. Haven't seen much
`cept you wearing that sexy little outfit whenever hubby's out of
town. That is until last night."

"You fucking pervert," gasped Chrissy, indignantly.

"Can't argue with you there," cackled Sam. "You should see my
collection of toys I keep at home. Wait a minute. What am I
saying. You are going to see my collection of toys, you redheaded
slut."

"Oh my god," moaned, Chrissy. "What do you mean?"

"I've been wanting my own personal slut for years now since my
wife became invalid and I just found me one."

"No!"

"Yes. Now unless you want Toddy finding out that his pretty young
wife likes her some nigger cock, you're going to close that door,
undo that chain, and let your new master in your house. I`ve got
a thing for submissive sluts."

Chrissy was breathing heavily as she stared at her old neighbor
in horror. She closed the door on him. She just stood there for a
moment before her shaking hand lifted itself and undid the chain.
She was looking at her feet when she reopened the door.

"That's a good slut," said Sam, walking inside. "Chin up," he
ordered, placing a hand on her chin and lifting her head. "I want
to look at you. Fuck yeah!" he moved his hand down to her tits
and toyed with her breasts over the thin silk. He tweaked one
nipple. "You got some big ass nipples and I got a thing for big
ass nipples." He pinched her other nipple. Chrissy was disgusted
with herself when the nipples he had pinched remained hard, her
areola and nipple sticking out almost in inch. They were feeling
sensitive too, she could feel the silk rubbing against them and
they ached where he had pinched them, but it was a pleasurable
ache. "You disgust me," growled Sam.

"Wh-what?" Chrissy stared at him wide-eyed with shock.

"You're covered in dried nigger cum."

"Oh."

"Get your ass upstairs and take a shower."

Chrissy turned and raced up her stairs. He was ordering her
around like he owned her and her natural instinct was to obey
him. She entered her bathroom, pulled down her thong and lifted
the silk slip over her head. Chrissy turned the shower on and
stepped inside as soon as the water had warmed. The shower felt
good and for a moment she enjoyed it forgetting the fate the was
awaiting her downstairs. She retrieved the washcloth and ran it
across her face before moving it down to her thighs. Sam was
right, she did have nig... the black men's semen all over her
body. Chrissy was startled when her shower curtain suddenly
yanked open.

"Mind if I join you?" Sam stepped inside the shower with her.
"I've got a thing for wet women."

Chrissy looked at her old neighbor in horror. Sam was old, at
least seventy and his body looked old. He was wrinkled and saggy.
His chest sagged and was covered by white hair except in the
center where a long open heart surgery scar covered it's length.
He had a large beer gut too that sloped out above his gray pubic
hair and curved back just under his ribs. His penis was already
hard. If she had seen it two weeks ago, she would have been
impressed by it's size. The old man was at least two inches
longer then her husband's six inch penis. The width was about the
same as her husband's and maybe even skinnier. The strange thing
about the elongated prick was the head. The head had little flare
to it and was grape shaped. It was longer then normal taking up
about a quarter of Sam's dick's entire length or around two
inches long. Under the long skinny cock was a wrinkly scrotum a
little bigger then Todd's, but not by much.

"I know it ain't much compared to that old nigger, but I bet it's
bigger then Toddy's," said Sam. "Am I right?"

"Yes," whispered Chrissy. "You are bigger."

"You sure. Get a closer look." Sam placed his hands on her
shoulders and pushed her down to her knees in the tub. The shower
was spraying her back as she looked at the old man's prick just
inches from her face. "You're gonna get off easy today, slut. I'm
in a hurry and seeing as how I don't want to put my dick in any
pussy that's just been stretched out by a nigger, I'll settle for
a blow job. I`ve got a thing for full red lips like yours and
that thing wants those lips wrapped around it."

"Oh god," she moaned, reaching up and grabbing the base of Sam's
dick. Her nasty disgusting neighbor was older then her
grandfather and now she had no choice, but to suck his dick.
Chrissy leaned forward and took the long grape sized head in her
mouth. She closed her eyes, not wanting to look at Sam while she
bobbed her head, sucking more in as she went. After Smith and
Jenkins, Sam was a piece of cake.

"That's it slut, suck that dick," groaned Sam, grabbing her wet
hair in one fist and using it to bob her head.

Chrissy wanted this over with. She was quickly learning to
recognize the signs that she was doing something right. Sam
seemed to like having her run her tongue over his pee slit each
time she pulled her head back. She could feel his entire body
quiver each time she did it. He liked it when she squeezed her
lips as tightly as she could around his shaft. He liked it when
she deep throated him, but his scraggly gray pubic hair tickled
her nose every time she took him deep. Sam didn't last long. His
dick jerked as she was licking the underside of the head,
shooting a wad of semen across her tongue. His seed didn't taste
rich like the black men's sperm did, Sam's semen tasted old and
stale. Chrissy was impressed with the amount for the size of his
prick. Sam's cum could have filled a shot glass, nothing compared
to a black man's, but impressive next to her husband's teaspoon
full.

"Whooeee," groaned Sam as he exhaled. "I've had lots of blow
jobs, but none of them seemed as into it as you did just now."

"I just wanted to get it over with," whispered Chrissy, softly
enough that he probably didn't hear her under the noise from the
shower.

"You know how dogs mark their territory, slut?"

"What do you mean?" she asked, looking up at him.

"I've got a thing for golden showers." Sam grabbed his deflated
dick which was still nearly eight inches long and aimed it at her
breasts. A moment later, a stream of yellow urine splattered off
her right nipple before he lead the stream over to her left
breast. Chrissy's mouth gaped open in horror and disgust, but she
quickly clamped her lips down tight as the steady stream of urine
moved up to her face. She squeezed her eyes shut until the stream
stopped. She was about to open them, when a little squirt struck
her face, stopped, and then another sprayed her. "Water's
starting to get cold. Meet me in your living room. No need to get
dressed. In fact, I'll want you naked whenever you're around me.
I`ve got a thing for naked sluts." Sam stepped out of her shower
and grabbed a nearby towel.

Chrissy remained kneeling in the shower and cried a little, but
the sprinkling water hid her tears. The water was getting cold by
the time she forced herself to her feet. When she stepped out of
the shower, Sam was already gone. Not wanting to give Sam any
more ideas by wearing the lingerie, she retrieved her robe and
was belting it around her waist as she walked down the stairs.
Sam was on the couch, dressed when she entered the room.

"Here's the rules," he said. "Your pussy belongs to me now.
You'll spread them legs, open that pretty mouth, or spread your
ass cheeks whenever I tell you to. Provided you don't want Toddy
to find out about them niggers. And while were on it, no more
nigger cock. You can fuck Todd if you want to, but I don't like
my pussy all stretched out. This is going to be great Chrissy.
Trust me, you're going to love some of the things I'm gonna do to
you."

The color drained from Chrissy's face. "I'm an idiot," she
mumbled to herself.

"What's that?"

"Get out."

"That's no way to talk to your new master," growled Sam. "I have
half a mind to take my belt off and spank that fine pale ass of
yours like my pappy used to beat mine."

"Get out or I'm calling the cops."

"But what about our deal?"

"We don't have a deal, Sam. I'm warning you. Get out."

"Wait until Todd finds out what you've been up to."

"Where's your proof? Who do you think Todd will believe, me or
the perverted old neighbor who likes to stare at my breasts. Now
get out before I call the cops and tell them how you forced
yourself into my house."

Sam's eye twitched. He stood up, looking angry. "Alright I'm
leaving, but nobody threatens, Sam Sylvester. Nobody! Especially
some nigger loving bitch." Sam turned and stormed over to her
front door, slamming it as he left.

Chrissy sat down in the chair across from the couch and started
to cry, but just as suddenly she stopped. She didn't feel that
sad! Sam was vile and disgusting, but she was feeling more
euphoric. She's never stood up to anyone like that and it was
empowering.

Chrissy spent the rest of the day feeling great.


Part 3: Undercover With Biggie Little


"The mailman left a package for you at the door today, Chrissy,"
said Todd, coming home from work.

"I didn't order anything.. Oh wait, I am expecting a new outfit."

"Anything special?" asked her husband, seeming completely
disinterested, but making conversation.

"Yes dear, it's my hooker outfit," she pictured herself saying.
"Nothing special at all. Just a sweater."

"That's nice," he mumbled. "What's for dinner?"

"I have a roast in the oven."

"Sounds good." Todd buried his head in the morning newspaper.

Later, Chrissy ground her pussy into Todd's little penis, wishing
it was longer, wishing it was thicker, wishing it was deeper,
hotter, throbbing, wishing it was blacker, but it was none of
those things. He came after five minutes and she dismounted,
sliding of the bed to go clean up. She'd been climbing the walls
with horniness the last week and a half since Ike and Smith had
fucked her. She was thrilled when Todd's penis had responded to
her playful attention and she had quickly mounted him. The brief
sexual encounter with her husband did nothing to quell the sexual
fires in her pussy that her encounter with two black conmen had
started a month previously.

Chrissy squatted over the toilet and wiped up the minuscule
amount of semen Todd's little balls produced. She glanced over at
the counter while she wiped. Her pads were laid out. She'd
expected her period days ago, but it was late. Hopefully, she
wasn't pregnant. She couldn't be sure it was Todd's. She'd had
sex with her husband the night before Malik and Eriq had knocked
on her door. The evil Malik had pulled her down on his big black
cock shooting spurt after spurt of black baby making juice into
her pussy. It was hard to believe Todd's little squirt of semen
had impregnated her when Malik had literally hosed her womb with
his hot seed. Jesus, Malik was a Muslim, she thought, shivering
in horror. Hopefully, she was just late.

The next day, Todd left for the office and Chrissy entered her
kitchen to open the package. She pulled out a short green dress,
garters, panties, stockings, high heeled sandals, and a note from
agent Jenkins. The note merely told her to park in the Ramada lot
around 5:00 Saturday. He'd meet her there. Chrissy took the dress
upstairs to try it on.

Minutes later, she stood before her large mirror clad only in the
sheer panties, her garters, and stockings. The outfit hadn't
included a bra and she figured a prostitute might forgo one
anyway. Everything was a light green and looked good on her pale
skin and red hair. The panties were almost a why-even-bother
situation. The material did little to cover the globes of her ass
and barely covered her pubic hairs. Worse, there was no crotch!
"I guess that's so I don't need to remove it to pee," she said
aloud to the mirror.

Chrissy pulled the dress on over her head. "No way am I wearing
this out in public," she said, trying to pull the hem down
further past her thighs. The dress was a dark green version of
the "little black cocktail" dress women wore to social events.
The hem stopped high up her thighs and left most of her legs
exposed. The top was low cut and clearly not made for a buxom
women. Her boobs were nearly spilling out of the top and it
exposed so much cleavage, the outlines of her hard nipples were
clearly visible just inches from the material's edge and that
wasn't all. The middle of the dress had large vertical strips cut
out of it. One strip was right in the middle and exposed her
belly button and a borderline obscene amount of abdomen. Other
strips ran parallel to that one, exposing the bottoms of her
breasts, most of her belly and more of her abdomen. The strips
didn't extend to her back, but the dress was low cut and left a
large amount of freckled white skin exposed on her back. "God, do
I look like a slut," she said, twirling around. "Which is exactly
what a prostitute is, I guess." It was slutty, but she did look
fantastic. Chrissy almost found herself looking forward to
Saturday.

***************

Saturday arrived quickly. It was a damp and rainy day. Chrissy
took a long shower, shaving her armpits and legs, plus a little
bit off the top of her whispy red pubic hair just in case any got
exposed when she wore the dress. She slipped the panties and
garter on and pulled the nylons up her legs, strapping them onto
the garter. She felt nervous and when she was nervous she had to
pee. The crotch-less panties were a convenience and she didn't
bother removing them as she peed. Ingenious, she thought. Next,
Chrissy curled her hair just like she had on her wedding day. It
was a lovely look and she wondered why she didn't bother doing
this to her hair more often. The final step for her face was to
apply makeup. Chrissy was a natural beauty and rarely wore
makeup, but she figured hookers wore  a lot. She applied dark
green eye liner to her eye lids and bright red lipstick to her
full pouty lips. Lastly, she painted both her fingernails and
toenails a dark green to match the dress. She pulled the dress
over her head after her nails dried, trying not to mess up her
hair. Once again, Chrissy was awed by how good she looked dressed
all slutty.

Soon it was time to leave. She packed a small purse, stuffing it
with some pads because her period was still late. The rain was
still coming down. She peeked out the door to make sure Sam
wasn't around. He was the last person she'd want to see her
dressed like this. The coast was clear and a moment later, her
car was backing out the driveway.

Chrissy pulled her car into the parking lot of the Ramada,
forty-five minutes later. Ike was standing outside the lobby
waiting for her and looking every inch the government agent with
his dark suit and black umbrella. He approached her car and held
the umbrella out to protect her like the gentlemen he was. "God
damn, girl, do you look hot," he growled out as she stepped out
of the car. His free hand quickly grabbed her back and pulled her
into his chest. They kissed under the umbrella with rain pounding
on the fabric.

Chrissy gave in to the kiss, but pulled back when she came to her
senses. "Ike, the other night was fantastic and I don't regret
anything, but I'm a married woman, I love my husband, and it can
never happen again," she told him despite the quiver in her pussy
from his kiss and from just being in the powerful black man's
presence.

"I understand," he replied, "But damn girl, my cock's getting
hard just lookin at ya in that outfit. If you ever change your
mind, just give me a call."

"Thanks for understanding," she told him, staring him in the eyes
and fighting the urge to look down to see if his cock was indeed
getting hard from looking at her. "I'm just here to do my
patriotic duty and then I hope to never associate with criminals
again."

"Lets go then," said Ike. He'd left a black bag under the hotel's
awning. He retrieved it. "Your timing couldn't be better. Stoner
Little just left his room and is eating in the hotel restaurant.
Here are the cameras. Just set them up aimed all around the room
like we did in your house. Smith and I will monitor them. When
you're done, tell the guard, you forgot something and leave."

"Won't the guard be suspicious when I don't come back?"

"Hopefully not, but if he is just go home and be satisfied that
you gave it your best shot." Ike led her through the lobby and
she immediately noticed the stares of  the desk clerk and several
customers. The stares were a strange combination of disproval and
lust. They entered the elevator. An older man approached wanting
to get on, but Ike held out his palm an shook his head. The man
stopped dead in his tracks and the elevator doors closed. Ike
pressed the button for the 4th floor. He stared at her as the
elevator went up.

"What are you thinking?"

Ike grinned. "I was wishing this elevator would break down and
we'd be stuck on it overnight. I bet I could break down your
resistance to hooking up again."

Chrissy gulped and was saved from answering as the doors opened.
She stepped out, but Ike didn't follow. "Aren't you coming?"

He shook his head. "I can't risk being seen. "Go down the hall
and turn right." Ike pressed a button and the doors began to
close."

"What room?" she asked, panicked.

"You'll know," he replied as his body disappeared behind the
closing doors.

She followed the hall and turned right. Duh, she thought. It's
the room with the giant black man blocking the door. The man was
a giant mountain of muscle, probably closer to seven feet tall
then six. He was very dark skinned and appeared bald, though he
wore a do-rag over his head. Blue tribal tattoos ran up a
muscular arm, faint against his dark skin. His head turned and
eyed her up and down. He grinned, liking what he saw and one
front tooth glittered gold in the lit hall. Chrissy had seen tall
men before, but they tended to be lanky while this man was all
bulky muscle. Her second thought upon seeing his tattoos and
muscles was that he'd clearly been in jail. That was her second
thought. The first thought she had embarrassed her for thinking
it, but she couldn't help wondering how big his cock was. Given
his size, it must be huge.

The man didn't even question why she was there. He turned and
opened the door for her. "Biggie's down in the restaurant eating.
Make yoself comfortable. Damn yo fine, bitch. He might be awhile.
Wanna throw a little somthin my way?"

"Um... just the client," replied Chrissy, thinking fast.

"Damn shame," growled the huge man. He started to close the door
then stopped. "Oh yeah. Are you a cop?"

Chrissy gulped. "Do I look like a cop?" She started to shake from
nervousness.

"No, you look like a ho. But you haves to tells me if you is a
cop, when asked. It`s the law."

"I can honestly say, I'm not a cop."

"Good." The giant black man shut the door.

Chrissy slowly exhaled. She hadn't even been aware she'd been
holding her breath. She quickly put the bag down and unzipped it.
She removed the cameras. There were six of them this time. She
quickly looked for places to hide them. They were a little
conspicuous and would certainly be discovered at some point by
the drug dealer. She hid one under a pile of towels and another
under a spare pillow in the closet that had open folding doors.
These were pretty well hidden. She double checked to make sure
the lens was free of obstruction by looking closely at it. She
grinned and winked at the camera.

*********

Jenkins and Smith stared at their laptops in a nearby room. They
watched the cameras come on one by one and laughed as Chrissy
winked at them. "The girl's good," said Ike.

The camera in the closet took in the bed and got the entire room
pretty well. The one under the towels captured part of the bed,
the front door, and a table. They saw her move a curtain and
place a camera on the heating unit, hidden by the window's
curtains. She draped the curtain over the camera and a moment
later, the camera's view appeared on Smith's laptop. He watched
her walk away. "That sure is an amazing outfit," he said. Chrissy
appeared to be fiddling with the TV. Soon another camera came on.
It faced the bed from the foot to the headboard.

One by one, all six cameras came to life. Suddenly Smith sat up
in his chair. "The door knob's turning," he said.

*********

Chrissy felt a sinking feeling in her stomach when she saw the
door open. She'd just placed the last camera and was ready to
make her escape. A black man entered the room. The giant
bodyguard towered over him, closing the door and remaining in the
hall as the man entered. "Who da fuck are you?" said the man.

Chrissy couldn't believe her eyes. The black man couldn't have
been more then five feet tall. She was taller then him by a good
eight inches. He was stout and muscular though. He had a short
flattop haircut and sideburns that merged into a mustache and
goatee. He wore jeans and a button down shirt. The man wasn't a
midget, he was just short. "You're biggie?" she asked.

"That's right and I didn't order no fucking hooker."

"Um, ahh your benefactor thought you might like some company."

Stoner smiled. "Well he done good. Spider knows what I like in a
white ho."

Chrissy risked a sidelong glance at a camera. Biggie had just
revealed the name of his supplier. She hoped that helped Ike in
his investigation. "Yes, Spider thought you'd be pleased, Mr.
Biggie."

"I see." The short black man paused. "You ain't no cop, are you?
You haves to tell me if you is."

"No, I'm not a cop and your guard already asked me that."

"Can't be to careful these days, but then you'd know that being a
whore and all. How long do I haves ya?"

"All night," replied Chrissy, immediately realizing that was a
dumb thing to say. She could have told him and hour or two. She
really needed to get out of there.

"Wait here while I make myself more comfortable," said Stoner,
heading for the bathroom.

Now's my chance, she thought, staring at the nearest camera and
pointing her thumb towards the door. She hurried towards the exit
and opened it and found herself staring at the guard's huge
chest. "Excuse me," she said.

"Where the fuck do you think you is going?" he growled.

"I left a little something in my car," said Chrissy with a tremor
in her voice.

"You ain't going nowhere. Get back in the room."

"But..."

"Get the fuck back in the room. Now!"

Chrissy stepped back into the room. Instead of closing the door,
the guard stepped into the room with her and blocked the door,
arms folded across his chest.

"What's going on?" asked Stoner Little, coming out of the
bathroom wearing a white robe.

"I needed to go get something from my car." Chrissy glanced back
and forth between the two men. They didn't seem interested and
she added, "It's my birth control."

Stoner "Biggie" Little smiled an evil grin. "Too late for that.
You're on the clock." He sat down in a chair. "Now I want you to
dance for me."

"What about him?" asked Chrissy pointing her thumb at the black
giant.

"Elton's my homie. He's not going anywhere. Now dance. You got a
long night ahead of you."

"There's no music," she protested.

"Play some in your head, hum, sing happy birthday for all I care.
I wanna see you shaking that ass and swaying those hips."

Chrissy did what she could. She wasn't much of a dancer. She had
seen movies and TV shows that featured strippers. Todd was a
Soprano's fan and some of that series took place in a strip club.
She swayed her hips and ran her hands up and down her body,
cupping her breasts and shaking them at Stoner. She wasn't used
to the big heeled sandals and almost stumbled when she saw
something extend out from under the hem of Biggie's robe. The
robe was long on him with his short legs, but the head of an
enormous penis had just appeared under the hem where he was
sitting. He's bigger then Ike, she thought in disbelief. Chrissy
ran her hands up her body and through her luxurious red hair. She
turned and bent down away from Stoner and facing Elton. Elton had
unbuttoned his shirt. Good god, but he had some huge muscles. She
shook her ass at Stoner Little while her heavy breasts swung
before Elton giving him an good view of her impressive cleavage.

Chrissy turned around and gasped.  More of Biggie's cock had
appeared and it had swollen considerably. It was now rising and
pushing against his robe. He stared into her eyes while one hand
tugged on the belt around his robe. His robe fell open. "Oh my
god!" she gasped.

"That's why they call me Biggie," laughed Stoner. "Take the dress
off."

Chrissy continued dancing while staring at Stoner's black cock.
The monster was at least two inches longer then Ike's foot long
cock and just as thick. It looked like the little black man had
three legs, it was so huge. Stoner may have been short, but his
body was every bit as muscular as Elton's proportionately for his
smaller size. She flushed with shame as her arousal began
dripping down her thighs. Chrissy no longer wanted to leave. She
reached down and grabbed the hem of her dress, pulling it up and
over her head. She heard a slow whistle as her body revealed
itself, but couldn't tell if it was from Elton or Stoner. The
dress scraped against her now fully erect nipples. She threw it
on the bed, continuing to dance and unable to take her eyes off
Stoner's cock. She caught a glimpse of Elton's shirt as it too
landed on the bed. She moved her hands down to undo the garters.

"Keep them and the panties on. Now come here," ordered Stoner.
Chrissy took a few steps towards him. Her breasts were even with
his face where he sat. He squeezed her left breast, pinching her
nipple, while his lips clamped over her right nipple. She gasped
from the pleasurable sensation, her gasp turning to a moan as
several of Biggie's fingers slid into her pussy. "Bitch is
soaked," said Stoner taking his mouth off her nipples.

"Wants some big nigger cock she does," said Elton laughing,
behind her.

"I think you're right," said Stoner. "You like nigger cock,
whore?" he asked her.

"Yes," she whimpered as he finger fucked her and continued to
pinch a nipple.

"Say it."

"I like nigger cock," she replied, wincing as she had never used
the vile word before and half thought it might offend the black
men. "I love big black cock," she corrected herself.

"Well your about to get fucked by some big black nigger cock.
Turn around and back onto my rod," he ordered.

**********

Smith's laptop captured Chrissy turn around and back her ass
towards Stoner's huge cock. Her loud gasp came through the
speaker.

Ike zoomed one of his controlled cameras in on Stoner's huge
bulbous cock head right as it penetrated Chrissy's pussy. The
image was so good it captured some of her lubrication squirting
out. "This bitch is unbelievable," said Ike.

"You got that right," replied Smith.

"Dayum," came Stoner's voice through the speaker. "This whore
isn't dried up like all the others. I didn't even have to lube my
cock up for her."

"I'm new," said Chrissy, gasping and wiggling her hips to get his
cock in deeper. She pushed back and Stoner's cock slowly slid
inside her. "It's so fucking big," she moaned. "It's so fucking
big," she said again, this time she wasn't referring to Stoner.
Elton was now nude and his cock was every inch as big as Stoner's
though his was hooded.  His cock looked halfway normal on someone
his immense size.

Smith's camera captured her wide eyed stare as Elton stepped up
to her. He slid his huge cock between her breasts and squeezed
them around it. He pushed forwards, the fat cock head emerging
from the foreskin. Chrissy bent her head down and took the head
between her lips. "I think I love her," said Smith.

*********

Chrissy slammed her pussy up and down over Stoner's monster cock.
Her weakened cervix had opened easily for the unyielding cock
head and precum was now spraying her womb. Biggie was roughly
squeezing her breasts pulling her back onto his cock. She'd
already lost count of the number of orgasms the big cock had
given her. Elton had pulled his cock from her breasts and was now
feeding it to her inch by inch. She was surprised at how easily
she had taken the monster cocks. It seems her repeated encounters
with the black men, Malik and Eriq, Ike and then Smith, and now
Biggie and Elton, was changing her body for good.

Stoner Little suddenly pulled down on her breasts hard while
stabbing his cock in as deep as it would go. A torrent of cum
hosed her womb. Chrissy gasped-gagged in shock around Elton's
cock now balls deep down her throat. She orgasmed continuously
with each jerk of the ejaculating cock. The pleasure was too much
to bare and she struggled to get away from it, but she was
completely impaled. She quit struggling nearly comatose as the
big cock slowly stopped jerking in her pussy and the orgasms
stopped. As she came to her senses, the cock in her mouth was
spasming, huge loads of sperm pumping straight into her belly.

Elton pulled out, but kept his hand stroking his cock. He held
out his free hand and helped the weak woman off Stoner's dick.
Sperm dripped from her pussy onto the carpet floor. Elton moved
her towards the bed and pushed her down on it. He climbed between
her legs. She automatically spread them open for him. Chrissy
found herself crushed beneath his chest. Her breasts were mashed
into his stomach, he was so large. She found herself kissing his
hard muscular chest submissively as his cock slowly pushed inside
her pussy. Elton started pumping hard. She wanted to meet his
thrusts, fucking him back, but she was pinned down by his mass.
Soon the orgasms started again and didn't stop until he rolled
her over. Once on top, she was too weak to ride him. She felt
hands on her ass cheeks. Stoner was behind her, his cock head
pressed down on her anus. "No, your black cock's too big for
that," she moaned.

"We'll see," he laughed. Stoner pushed hard and her anus spread
open for him, to the point she feared her flesh might tear and
then it pushed inside. His cock was still slick from fucking her
and easily slid deeper. Her wince turned into a moan. "Told ya,"
said Stoner.

The two men fucked her like that for some time. Stoner did most
of the work, though Elton kept pulling her down on his cock.

And then things got weird.

Chrissy was vaguely aware of movement in the room. The door to
the adjoining room opened and shadowy black forms entered. One
kneeled on the bed and slapped his cock against her head. She
turned her head towards it, confused, opening her mouth as he
pushed it in. His cock was smaller then Stoner and Elton's. She
looked up at the man and felt even more confused. The man looked
just like Eriq the conman only his head was shaved. Maybe this
was Spider, she thought. The drug supplier had showed up and
decided to join in. Then another man on her right grabbed her arm
and pulled her hand over to his cock. She stroked another large
ten inch or so cock while handling the other three.

Elton suddenly spurted. Stoner's thrusts had pushed her along the
length of Elton's cock and only half was buried when he came. She
felt the full force of a powerful jet of semen striking her
insides and then more sperm was pumping inside her ass. Stoner
pulled out before he was finished and shot several wads across
her back. Elton quickly pushed her off him, yanking the cocks
from her hand and mouth. Chrissy rolled over on her back, her
hands grabbing the two smaller black cocks. She jerked both off,
glancing at the new man. Again she was confused and assumed she
was delirious from all the sex. The other man looked like Malik.
He appeared disguised too having dyed his hair blonde. She saw
Stoner between her legs holding something. Her body trembled in
fear. He had one of the hidden cameras and he was aiming it at
her, running it up her body and down to her gaping sperm filled
pussy.  He moved aside as a large black man climbed on the bed,
bending his twelve inch cock down towards her. "Ike," she
whispered affectionately, looking up at him. He'd come to save
her. She lifted her crotch towards his cock letting him slide it
inside her. Ike cupped his arms under her knees and began fucking
her hard. She continued jerking off the Malik and Eriq
look-alikes. Agent Smith appeared above her head, nude and his
cock looking gigantic as it reared up above her eyes. He lifted
his crotch up and lowered his massive testicles down over her
mouth. She found herself licking them. Ike sprayed her womb full
of sperm and quickly pulled out. Someone flipped her over and now
she could take Smith down her throat. She sucked his dick while
Eriq yanked his cock from her fist and walked behind her, soon
pushing his cock in her ass. Malik's cock jerked in her hand and
his cum flew into her hair.

**********

Chrissy dreamed of kneeling before three black men and sucking
the middle while jerking off two of them. She dreamed of taking
three cocks in every hole several times from several men. She
dreamed of looking at a camera and smiling, letting cum dribble
from her mouth down her lips. She dreamed it was 3:00am and a
little black man with a fourteen inch nigger cock was fucking her
from behind in a shower while two black naked black men filmed
her. When the little man was finished, he filmed her while a
black giant with an equally big cock entered the shower and she
sucked him off for the cameras.

Chrissy awoke.

Relief filled her. It had all been just a horny dream, albeit a
realistic one. Her ass hurt and her pussy was sore. Her neck hurt
and her cheeks felt rubbery. She moved, but felt frozen in place.
Her skin was slimy, sticky and wet. She managed to raise her head
and look down at her body. She was covered in sperm!

It was everywhere, some fresh, some liquefied, dried flaked semen
crusted her body. Sperm filled her belly button, matted the red
pubes of her pussy hair. The crotch less panties were gone, but
she still wore the garters and nylons. However, huge rips were in
both nylons and one of the garters had snapped. Sperm even
covered her nylons and her nylon covered feet. Images of what had
happened popped into her mind, but only left Chrissy more
confused. The only logical explanation she could come up with was
the Jenkins and Smith were corrupt agents working with the drug
dealers. She didn't want to believe it about Ike, but that was
all she could come up with.

The room was empty. She was alone. There was no luggage and the
hidden cameras were gone.

Chrissy struggled to get out of the bed and she shuffled towards
the shower. Luckily, the hotel provided shampoo and soap. It took
her an hour to feel clean. When she left the room she saw a do
not disturb sign was hanging on the door. A Hispanic maid nearby
gave her a disapproving glance.

She held her face forwards as she walked through the lobby. She
could feel the stares on her and didn't blame them. Her hair was
still wet and she was wearing the green dress sans underwear and
nylons this time. The entrance to her pussy was only an inch or
so from the hem of the dress. If she leaned forwards, everyone
who saw her would have a great beaver shot. Worse, it still felt
like sperm was leaking out of her every few steps. She quickly
made her way to her car and drove off.

It was nearly noon and Chrissy was hungry. She rifled through her
purse, moving the pads aside, but she had no money. She stopped
at a nearby ATM and got out of the car, ignoring the stares of
pedestrians. One whistled at her. She typed in withdraw twenty
dollars, but account overdrawn came up. Suddenly worried, Chrissy
checked her balance and found she had no money. She should have
had $500 dollars in her account, but it was missing. The only
check she'd written was the fake one to World Wide Beneficial Co
Insurance. The truth hit her and she staggered back a few steps,
nearly tripping in her high heeled sandals. They'd cashed her
check!

Chrissy sobbed as she drove off. She was still hungry and decided
to run through McDonalds drive-thru since they now took credit
cards. They'd quit serving breakfast and she ordered a burger for
lunch. She preferred no onions on her burgers and was asked to
pull forwards and park for her special order. A rough looking
black teen in uniform brought her bag out to her. He appeared to
be a punk and moved slowly, not caring about his job. It was
someone she'd have complete disdain for and expected to find
working fast food, but still her eyes moved down to the sizeable
bulge in his pants. I bet this black boy has a nice big nigger
cock for me, she thought, licking her lips. The boy noticed her
stare and she saw the bulge suddenly swell up. "T-thank you," she
mumbled and drove off. She could see him staring after her in her
rear view mirror. At the next intersection, Chrissy put her head
in her hands and sobbed until the driver behind her honked his
horn.

"What's happening to me?" she said to her reflection in the rear
view mirror as she drove home.


Epilogue: Six months later.


Chrissy woke up and smiled at her husband. He kissed her forehead
and patted her bulging belly. "See you tonight," said Todd. He
grabbed his briefcase and left for work.

Chrissy pulled herself to sit up. She was wearing a sheer sports
type bra and panty. She grabbed some lotion from the table and
squirted it in her hands. She began rubbing lotion all over the
sides of her swollen belly and thighs. It was her new morning
ritual and she'd been doing it to eliminate her stretch marks as
soon as her belly started to swell. She looked at her swollen
breasts and for the first time noticed a wet spot around each
nipple. Her previously already big breasts were now an E-cup,
swelling along with her seven month pregnant belly. Her areola
had stretched across her tits and her nipples puffed out, usually
completely hard. She'd been exercising and so far the lotion
seemed to be working. When the baby came, she expected she'd have
her figure back after only a short recovery, but with bigger
milk-laden breasts.

She pulled the bra up, freeing her breasts and began rubbing
lotion over her swollen nipples. Milk shot out of one and she
moaned, squirming a little on the bed. Her pregnancy hormones
were driving her crazy with lust, but Todd seemed turned off
having sex with a pregnant woman and hadn't touched her for three
months. Chrissy had found a solution. The solution was her second
morning ritual after rubbing lotion around her stretched skin.

She reached over to the nightstand and removed the black dildo,
she referred to as Ike the spike. She smiled and stroked it. Her
lotion covered hands slicking up the hard black shaft. Soon she
was pulling her panty aside and inserting the dildo into her
needy pussy. It was getting harder to do as her belly got bigger,
but she managed to have a satisfactory orgasm.

Chrissy showered, dressed, and was in the kitchen doing the
dishes when she saw the mailman deliver her mail. She left the
house, walking to the mailbox and noticed Sam trimming the
hedges. He sneered at her, but said nothing. The old pervert had
left her alone since their incident six and a half months
earlier. She walked proudly to her mailbox and retrieved her
mail, surprised to see she had received a package.

Chrissy took the mail into the living room and opened the
package. Her face turned white when she pulled the DVD from the
envelope. She was on the cover, in her bikini, watering the yard.
The back was filled with sex scenes featuring her and black men.
Chrissy felt the room spin and fainted.

Chrissy recovered quickly, thankful she hadn't fallen on her
swollen belly, and stared at the DVD case lying on the couch as
she went to get a glass of water. She poured herself a drink,
gulped it down and wet a paper towel for her forehead. When she
felt better she returned to the living room and picked up the DVD
case. It was titled "Patriotic Duty".  Inside were two DVD's. She
took it upstairs and put it inside the DVD player in her bedroom.
It was a heavy duty DVD and contained six hours of movie on it.
The movie was an impressive mix of low quality and high quality
scenes. She saw an image of herself talking to a camera. The
camera captured her sitting across from Ike discussing the two
black conmen. She remembered the briefcase in Smith's hands and
assumed it contained a hidden camera. The quality got better when
the eight hidden cameras were placed. They were in high
definition. She saw how embarrassed she was in the small bikini
and then she left the house. There was a long camera shot of her
watering the lawn and then Sam was hitting on her. Poor audio
quality captured her conversation.

The next appeared to be a professional movie. She let Malik and
Eriq in, watching as they told her about the insurance and
manipulated her out of the lingerie. The camera zoomed in on her
face as she stared at it, saying "help me" with her lips. Her
horror at what she was watching on the TV was replaced by a
shiver of lust as she saw Eriq's cock appear and take her from
behind. That had been the first time she'd ever taken a black
cock in her pussy. Eriq pulled out and did the... what had he
called it?... the money shot, she remembered. Malik fucked her
and didn't pull out. Chrissy's hands fell to her stomach
wondering if the baby was his. If so, her impregnation was
forever captured in a porn movie! Chrissy robotically paused the
movie, stood, and removed her clothes. Naked, she climbed on bed,
hit play, and inserted Ike the spike into her pussy. It stayed in
while she watched the entire six hour movie. She'd have to call
Todd and tell him she was feeling too ill to cook and that he
should pick up a pizza. Ike and Smith appeared arresting Eriq and
Malik.

Next, she saw herself talking to Ike on the couch. He'd been
holding a laptop up and must have had a webcam on. The quality
was poor, but it captured everything including her telling him
how shocked she was by the size of Eriq and Malik`s black cocks.
She watched herself sucking Ike's cock. The action switched to
her bedroom as she left the shower. The quality was top notch
again. Cameras captured various angles zoomed in and out as Ike
skillfully seduced her into submission. He must have hidden the
cameras when she was in the shower. The DVD ended after long
hours of Ike taking her all night long. She'd fucked and blown
Smith the next morning, but apparently they hadn't captured that.
Smith had obviously been in the car all night capturing images
from the cameras.

The second disk was also a long six hours. It opened with her
dressed like a hooker setting up the cameras one by one. She
didn't have time to watch it all until Todd got home. She hit
fast forward several times and watched the speeded up action. She
fucked and sucked Stoner and Elton. She moved the dildo around
and had the largest orgasm she'd had since the night appearing on
her TV screen. When she recovered from her orgasm Malik and Eriq
had joined the action on the screen. Then Smith and Ike joined
in. They took turns with the cameras as she got used like a
whore. They filmed her in the shower and the last images were of
the early morning. She was passed out and all six men were
jerking off on her. Elton had his cock between her nylon covered
feet. Malik was sitting on her stomach and fucking her tits. He
moved aside after he shot a load across her face. Eriq and Smith
moved closer when Malik got off her. They both came on her tits.
Stoner shot one of his monster loads on her belly and she watched
the sperm pool in her navel. Every man jerked off on her and some
even did it several times. That's how she'd gotten so covered in
sperm that morning.  The camera pulled back and captured semen
sliding down her cheeks and breasts, drying in her matted red
pubic hair. And then everything went black with "The End"
appearing on screen.

"Patriotic Duty" a WWBC Inc production appeared on the screen.

Starring:

Ike Jenkins
James Jenkins
Malik Willis
Eriq Willis
Stoner "Big Boy" Little
Elton Brown

And Introducing:

Chrissy Simmons.

Chrissy heard Todd coming up the stairs. She quickly turned the
TV off and pulled the covers over her so he couldn't see the
dildo.

"You ok, honey?" he asked, seeing her still in bed.

"No, I feel sick."

"You look sick. Should I take you to the hospital?"

"No, I'll be fine. I just needed to rest. Sorry, I didn't know
how late it was or I would have called and told you to get a
pizza."

"Are you sure? Is the baby alright?"

"Fine. I'm just a little tired and sick to my stomach. Why don't
you run out and get us a pizza. I'll get dressed."

Todd still looked worried as he nodded and left the room. Chrissy
quickly hid the dildo and the DVD.

The next morning, Chrissy performed her morning rituals, this
time watching her fucking Ike on the DVD while slowly moving the
Ike-sized dildo in and out of her until she had several orgasms.
She hid the DVD and dildo, then went to take a shower. Now
sexually satisfied, she immediately felt guilty using the movie
to get off, but the guilt was soon replaced with fear. She was a
porn star! She was an interracial porn star! What did it all
mean? What if her parents or Todd saw it? Chrissy quickly
finished the shower, dried off, and walked downstairs tying the
belt on her robe as she descended.

She'd left the envelope the DVD had been mailed to her on the
couch. She picked it up, glad there was nothing on it to indicate
the contents had been pornographic. She was about to throw it
away when she noticed paperwork inside. The shock upon seeing the
DVD had caused her to overlook everything else.
She reached inside to see what it was.

The first thing she pulled out was a check. It was made out to
her and was for the sum of $5000. Chrissy almost fainted again.
She steadied herself and removed the other papers. They were
legal releases stating that she agreed to be filmed and that the
film could be distributed as WWBC Inc. saw fit. Furthermore, for
$500 she agreed to invest in the movie for a share of the
profits. The papers contained her actual signature and the image
of her signing the paperwork and handing a check over to Malik
and Eriq flashed into her mind.

Chrissy fixed herself some coffee, trying not to worry about the
DVD. She'd be alright as long as Todd didn't find it. She spent
an hour fidgeting on her couch, praying that everything would be
alright. She decided it would be fine provided her baby was
Todd's. That was her main concern. The likelihood of anyone she
knew seeing the DVD was probably pretty slim. In two months she'd
find herself a happy parent or a divorced single mom living on
the street with an infant in her arms.

Later, Chrissy decided to search google for WWBC Inc and was so
horrified by what she found, she sat starring at the computer
screen numb with shock for nearly twenty minutes.  The first
thing that shocked her was that WWBC Inc was short for White
Wives Black Cock Inc. Malik and Eriq had told her it was for
World Wide Beneficial Co Insurance. Of course, she knew that was
a fake company, but the reality of it all smacked her in the
face. The second thing that shocked her was that the main page
featured a picture of her sucking Ike's cock and a picture of the
"Patriotic Duty" DVD. She clicked it and was taken to a sale
page. "Our new #1 Best Seller!" read a headline. Available as a
DVD for $29.99 or as a download for $14.99. The page didn't state
the number of DVD's sold, but the counter for the downloads
claimed that 5132 people had downloaded it.

"Oh my god!" cried Chrissy, putting her head down in her hands
and shedding a few tears. She recovered quickly and browsed the
rest of the site. There were other movies such as:

"Casting Couch" in which women were coming in for readings for a
sequel to Spike Lee's Jungle Fever and they were told by Ike to
do a nude scene with Elton and Malik. Image captures showed
various women looking shocked at Elton's size, stroking Malik's
cock, and a few even went all the way when promised the lead role
in the movie.

"Hubbie's Creditor's" in which Malik, Eriq, and Ike showed up
demanding money from a young housewife that her husband owed
them. They threatened to take her car, TV, and jewelry. Image
showed her stripping for the men, blowing them, and then getting
fucked by all three of them. This was a four hour movie. Some
pictures were poor quality suggesting hidden cameras were used.

"Homeland Security" in which Ike and James flashed their badges
when a housewife answered her door. Scenes showed them searching
the house and James filmed Ike frisking her, then she stripped
for the two men. Soon she was sucking Ike's cock.

"Naughty Pictures" in which many women posed while Stoner
photographed them. The quality was good. Some women stripped all
the way, some let Eriq and others pose with them, and other were
filmed getting gang banged.

"Poker Nights" in which Ike would invite a husband to play poker
with him and then make the game at the man's house. Ike would
show up with at least two other black men to the game. The poor
husband's wife was made to wait on them and the black men would
raise the stakes to a point where the wife was used as
collateral. The pictures suggested that this trick was used on at
least five wives with some giving every black man a blow job and
others getting fucked on the poker table.

The rest of the site was comprised of short movie downloads of
various sizes. Some showed white women in scenes with Eriq and
Malik offering insurance. One was of Elton approaching women on a
nude beach. Many others were just fuck scenes on beds, in
showers, and even outdoors.

Chrissy shut the computer off in disgust. Things couldn't get any
worse, but at least she'd been conned by professionals. She felt
like throwing up, but all the images had also made her horny
again. She was ready to go retrieve Ike the spike when her
doorbell rang. It rang several more times by the time she made it
downstairs and to the front door to open it.

Sam Sylvester greeted her at the door with his arms behind his
back and a big grin on his face. "Morning Mrs. Simmons," he said,
happily.

Chrissy sighed. "What do you want, Sam?"

"Well Chrissy," said Sam. "It's like this, I always hated
niggers. Still do as a matter of fact."

"Sam! Please!" Chrissy made to close the door, but Sam grabbed it
roughly in his hand. There was strength there for an old man.

"Let me finish." He still had his other hand behind his back. "I
always hated niggers, but ever since seeing you sucking on that
big black nigger cock, it seems I now got a thing for watching
niggers fucking white women. Can't seem to get enough of it." Sam
brought his hand out from behind his back and held what was in
it, in front of her face.

"Oh no!" she gasped looking at the copy of "Patriotic Duty" in
Sam's hand.

"Oh yes," he replied. Sam opened the door and stepped inside.
Chrissy took a step back as Sam reached for the belt on her robe
and pulled it open. "Damn, belly's getting big, but so is them
big ass titties of yours. A little wet around the nipples. I've
got a thing for lactating women." Sam bent down and took one of
Chrissy's nipples in his mouth. She gasped at the sensation. She
was horrified, but her nipples were extra sensitive and she was
still horny as hell. Sam stood up smacking his lips and there was
a hint of white fluid on them as he licked it off. "Been long
time since I tasted mother's milk."

"Oh god," she moaned.

"I'm not the G-man, I'm just your master." Sam fumbled with his
belt. "Now suck me off real quick. I'm in a hurry today."

"I can't."

"Fuck you, slut. You'll do what I tells ya." Sam pulled his dick
out and it was already rock hard. "Now suck it."

Chrissy fell to her knees. "Please Sam, don't make me do this."

Sam grabbed the base of his dick and whacked the head against her
nose. "Call me master. That is your last warning."

"Please master?"

"Yes, it would please your master to get a blow job."

Chrissy stared at Sam's dick with the odd grape shaped head. It
was the first hard penis she'd scene in months and she was
disgusted with herself when she realized she kind of wanted to
suck it. She didn't hesitate and took it between her lips.

"That's it, slut," moaned Sam. "Suck that old cock. Not so high
and mighty now, Chrissy, are you? I told you nobody threatens Sam
Sylvester. Oh yeah, that's good. Just like that. My cock head's
tickling your tonsils. Oh shit, not gonna last long, didn't think
you'd be so into it. Slide that robe off, slut." Chrissy let the
robe fall off her shoulders as she rapidly bobbed her head over
her old neighbor's prick. "Here it cums, slut. Swallow it all."

Chrissy wrapped her lips tightly around Sam's dick as it jerked
and spit a large wad of cum in her mouth. Her tongue ran around
the tip as he continued to spurt semen. His sperm still tasted
old and stale to her, but it was the first sperm she'd tasted in
six months and she struggled to taste as much of it as she could.
Her tongue flickered over the sensitive head of his prick and she
could sense his legs trembling.

"Whew," groaned Sam, yanking his dick from her mouth. "You trying
to kill me?' He stepped back and grabbed the base of his dick,
pointing it at her.

Chrissy kneeled on her floor, her large round belly trapped
between her legs and her ponderous breasts. She watched him
holding his still semi-hard penis. She wrinkled her nose in
disgust when she realized what he was doing. She closed her eyes.

"Better close them eyes. I gotta remark my territory now," said
Sam, just as a stream of urine hit her face and moved down to her
breasts. Chrissy remained kneeling as he peed on her again.
Luckily, he didn't appear to have a full bladder this time. She
kept her eyes closed, hearing him zip up. "Come by my house at
noon tomorrow for some more fun. Your going to learn to love
being my slut."

Chrissy heard the door slam, and wiped some urine out of her eyes
before opening them. The old pervert's piss had splattered and
dripped on her floor. She struggled to her feet and went into her
kitchen to retrieve a wash cloth. She wiped herself off as best
she could then returned to the urine pooling on her floor and
cleaned it up. When she was done, Chrissy sighed and headed
upstairs to take another shower.

***************

The next day, Chrissy walked over to Sam's house wearing only a
sweat shirt and pants. Her hand came up to knock, but he opened
it before she could even knock. "Hello slut," said Sam, grinning
evilly.

"Sam," she replied, grimacing.

"Bitch, you need to get a clue fast. I'm showing the DVD to
Todd." Sam slammed the door on her.

Chrissy stood there in shock a moment before realizing what she
had done wrong. She raised her fist again and knocked. Sam
immediately opened the door and stared at her. "Master," she
said.

"That's better. Come in. I've got the bedroom all set up for us
to have a little fun today."

"What about your wife?" Chrissy asked, adding, "Master," when he
gave her a mean stare.

"Not your concern, slut."

Chrissy followed him up the stairs and into a bedroom It appeared
to be a guest room, sparsely furnished.
She saw furry novelty handcuffs dangling from the bedposts above
the pillows. She sighed and decided to stand up to him one last
time. "Now listen up you old bastard, you have me over a barrel
and I'll do what you tell me, but you've seen what I like and
that little prick of yours will never satisfy me. You'll never
make me cum... master."

"Ha ha," chuckled Sam. "Get them clothes off. I've gotta thing
for a woman with spunk and a thing filled with spunk for a woman
if you get my meaning." He stared at Chrissy as she rolled her
eyes. She was now topless, her milk laden breasts massive over
her swollen belly.  As for making you cum, we'll just have to see
about that Chrissy Simmons." He watched her pull down the sweat
pants. She hadn't bothered with a bra and he saw that she hadn't
bothered wearing a panty either. "Lie down on the bed."

Chrissy sat on the bed and lied down on it. She watched him lift
her arm and cuff her wrist. "Oh god," she murmured, horrified at
what this old pervert might have in store for her. Soon both her
wrists were cuffed.

"Got me a thing for bondage," said Sam. He reached over to a
nearby drawer and pulled out a felt mask and pulled it over her
head. It covered her whole head, but left her mouth open so she
could breath easily and apparently suck his dick. He turned her
blind head towards him and she felt something nudging against her
lips. Chrissy opened her mouth and his prick slid inside. "Yeah,
that's it. Suck that cock slut," he groaned. His hand held the
slide of her face down, while he pumped his dick in and out of
her mouth. "I hate what you done to me Chrissy. Oh, that's good.
You perverted me you slut. Can't stop thinking `bout big nigger
cocks and white woman since watching you. Getting close. I wanna
watch you with a big nigger cock fucking that white pussy of
yours. Oh god, here it cums, slut."

Chrissy's mouth was filled with the old man's semen. He quickly
yanked his penis from her mouth. She tasted his seed, rolling it
around on her tongue before swallowing. She wished there was
more. She wished it were the protein rich sperm that the black
men had filled her with.

"As I was saying," said Sam. Chrissy heard the door open. "I want
to watch you with another nigger. So I found me one willing to
fuck a hot pregnant white woman. Come on in, Leroy." Chrissy
heard the door close again. Was he serious? Was there a strange
black man in the room with her? She should be petrified, but her
pussy was rapidly becoming soaked with arousal. "There she is
Leroy. I told you she would be worth it. Look at them big white
titties. Why don't you taste `em."

Chirssy felt a hot breath on her right nipple and then her erect
nipple was being sucked between a pair of lips. Her breast felt
warm and soon it shot a squirt of milk into the stranger's mouth.
The man sucked some more milk from her breast, nibbling her
nipple between his teeth. His hand reached across her and pinched
her other nipple. Chrissy was soon moaning and writhing on the
bed, pulling futilely against the restraining cuffs.

Leroy released her nipples and stepped away. "That's it Leroy.
Lotion that big nigger cock up," said Sam. "Though I bet this
bitch is already wet for you."

Chrissy felt hands on her ankles and her legs were pulled open.
She held her breath in anticipation as something large pressed
against her labia. She opened for him and a large cock head
easily slid inside. The bed squeaked as he kneeled on the foot of
it, between her legs. He worked his cock around pushing it
deeper. She moaned, not fighting it and raising her hips into his
thrusting cock. Chrissy had thought about getting fucked again by
a big black cock daily for over half a year now. She'd even found
herself in the McDonalds parking lot several times planning on
seducing the black teen who had brought her lunch after the night
in the hotel room where she was gang banged, but she'd lost her
nerve every time. "Oh god! Fuck me fuck me with that big black
cock," she nearly screamed.

There was a banging on the wall. "What's going on in there?"
called an elderly voice from another room.

"Don't worry about it," yelled Sam, from the foot of the bed.

Chrissy barely heard it. She was busy raising her hips into the
large thrusting cock. Soon she was cumming and it was a big
orgasm the likes of what she hadn't felt since half a year
earlier. "I'm cumming. Your big black cock is making me cum," she
screamed, as she had  a second large orgasm. Chrissy moaned with
pleasure ignoring the further banging coming from the other side
of the wall.

The cock thrust forward, spearing her cervix and she briefly
worried about the baby. He held himself buried in her, but he
didn't cum. The man fell on top of her, but held himself up over
her belly. He was breathing heavily, wheezing even. He kissed her
through the slit in the mask and she kissed back, bucking her
hips so that he would start fucking her again or fill her pussy
with his thick cum. He quit kissing her and instead he grabbed
the mask and pulled it off. Chrissy blinked in the light and
slowly found herself staring into Sam's eyes. Sam! She thought in
shock. "Where's Leroy?" she asked, confused.

Sam chuckled, still gasping for breath. He sat up and Chrissy
stared down her body, but couldn't see their crotches for her
bulging belly. Sam pulled free of her and a giant foot long dildo
sprang into view. It was strapped around his waist under his gut.
The dildo was as big as Ike's cock had been. "I have many ways of
making you cum, Chrissy. Don't worry, I'll see you're taken care
of when we're together." The tired old man stumbled up, still
wearing the dildo. The foot long plastic black phallus springing
from Sam's wrinkled white body made her chuckle a little at the
sight. He walked to the head of the bed and undid her cuffs. "Get
out of here, slut. I'll come by in a week for our next little bit
of fun." He laid down on the bed as she stood off it. The old man
was panting and half asleep by the time she dressed. Chrissy let
herself out.

****************

Three weeks later, Chrissy's doorbell rang. She hurried to answer
it, assuming it was Sam. She was disgusted with herself for
actually looking forward to whatever depravity the old man's mind
could conjure up. Then again, Sam always managed to make her cum
whether from eating her pussy while she had the dildo shoved up
her ass or while he was fucking her ass with the black dildo in
her pussy or whatever else. He was disgusting and obnoxious, but
he was a generous lover and for now, he was her only form of
sexual release. Todd hadn't touched her in months and now as her
belly had swollen to the point of bursting, even Sam was starting
to shy away from sex with her.

But it wasn't Sam at the door.

Chrissy opened the door and found herself staring at a large
barrel chest. She looked up and found stared into Ike`s eyes. She
stared at him in shock and felt her thighs dampen. He looked just
as shocked, but he was staring at her belly. She was wearing
sweats and the top was too short, making her belly stick out.

Chrissy was the first to come out of shock. "What the hell do you
want?."

Ike shook his head and looked at her face. "I'd like a few
moments of your time, Mrs. Simmons."

"Step inside, but stand by the door."

"Thank you, Chrissy." Ike stepped inside her house, but remained
on the doormat.

"I should sue your ass," she said, coldly.

"On what grounds? WWBC's legal team makes sure all contracts are
full proof."

"Bastard! I didn't know what I was signing."

"Shame. You should really read everything before you sign it,
Mrs. Simmons." Ike smirked at her and had the temerity to add,
"There's a lot of unscrupulous people out there."

Chrissy stared at him. Her anger turned to sadness and she broke
down crying. "How could you do this to me?" she sobbed.

"Nothing personal. You're just too damn sexy. When we saw you out
kissing your husband that morning, we knew you'd be a hit. In
fact, if I'd known then what I know now, I'd of slipped a
contract for you to do more movies with us. Patriotic Duty is our
number one seller. We've sold over 10,000 hardcopies at 30 bucks
a pop and it's been downloaded 20,000 times at 15 bucks. You've
made me rich, Chrissy."

"How... How'd you know I'd fall for it?"

"We didn't. We just keep trying different women until one falls
for it. Probably only one in ten actually gives us a sex scene
and then it's usually only a hand job or a blow job at best. Only
a fraction of the women we go after goes as far as you did. You
and a few others are the only natural sluts we've found."

Chrissy shuddered. "I'm not a slut," she mumbled under her
breath, but realized she was lying as soon as the words left her
mouth.

"As I was saying, you've made me rich."

"I'm happy for you. Now please leave."

"I want you to make more movies for me, Chrissy. We're going to
start making professional movies with scripts and sets. I want
you to be our number one star."

"You want me to willingly make porn movies?

"Yes. Name your price. You've already got a fan club. I'll even
give you a share of the revenues."

Chrissy shuddered. "You want me to be a porn star?"

"You're already a porn star."

It's true, she thought. "No. I'm not like that. I was tricked.
Seduced. I'm a married woman and about to become a mother. Now
get out."

"You are like that." Ike fumbled with his trousers. "Tell me you
don't want that?" he asked, pulling his swelling cock out.

Chrissy's eyes lit up at the sight of his huge cock. She hadn't
seen a real black cock in months and there it was, getting hard
for her. Full of tasty sperm. Mouthful after mouthful all for
her. "I don't want it," she lied, fighting the urge to fall on
her knees and take his cock in her mouth.

"Come on. I know what you want slut. Come suck on my big black
cock," growled Ike, shaking his cock at her. It was now
completely hard.

"It's time for you to go, Ike."

"Damn." Ike struggled to get his hard cock back in his pants. He
settled for having it stick straight up against his stomach while
he fastened his pants around it and pulled his shirt down over
it. "Have it your way. That your husband's?" he asked, pointing
his finger at her belly.

"Yes," she replied, though she was uncertain. "I'm sure it is."
Chrissy reached down and rubbed her belly, protectively.

"Well if you change your mind and you can keep that hot bod of
yours," said Ike, pulling out a business card. He left it on a
nearby end table. "Give me a call." The big black man turned and
left through the door. He paused adding, "Give me a call even if
you don't want to make another movie for me and we can get
together. Just me and you, like that special night we had." When
Chrissy didn't respond, Ike turned and walked down to his car.

Chrissy stood still swaying on her feet and staring at the door.
Minutes after Ike had left, her bell rang. She opened it and saw
Sam standing there. He was crying and looked upset. "You alright.
That nigger do anything to you?"

"I'm fine, Sam." She smiled at him. "And I've had about enough of
your mouth. No more "N" word. Ok?"

"Alright," said Sam. "What did that fine African-American
gentleman want then?"

"He wanted me to make more movies. Left his card over there.
Apparently I'm a star."

Ike picked up the business card and looked at it. He read it.
"Eisenhower B Jenkins. President WWBC Inc."

"Sam, you look upset. Are you alright?" Chrissy suddenly noticed
flashing lights outside her door. There was an ambulance in Sam's
driveway.

"No. Chrissy," he sobbed. "My wife just died."

"Oh, Sam, I'm so sorry." She reached out and hugged the old man.
"If there's anything I can do, just let me... aaah!"

Sam pushed her back. "What is it?"

"I think I just peed my pants." They both looked down and saw
that her sweat pants were wet around the crotch. "Oh shit! My
water just broke!"

"Lets get you to the hospital. I'll call Todd."

****************

Nine hours later...

"I see it honey," said Todd, staring at Chrissy's crotch.

"That's it push," said the nurse. "Push down and up. Down and
up."

What's that mean? thought Chrissy. She pushed as hard as she
could.

Minutes later, the doctor put the baby on Chrissy's belly. "Would
you like to cut the cord, Mr. Simmons?"

"Oh Chrissy, she's beautiful." Todd took the scissors. "We have a
daughter. Dark little thing. Odd."

Chrissy noticed two of the nurses glance at each other. Chrissy
just stared at her daughter. The dark little baby already had
short curly black hair on her head.

Todd remained clueless for another week though he kept commenting
on the baby's dark skin. At first he'd assumed she was dark from
childbirth, but the skin never lightened. Finally, after posting
pictures on facebook for his mother, she had called wanting to
know why her granddaughter looked black.

Chrissy told Todd everything and he threw her and Malika out the
next morning. The only person she knew that might help her lived
right next door.

Sam took her and the baby in

****************

"You looked better then you did before you had the baby?" said
Sam, admiring Chrissy as she did sit-ups in the nude. He belly
was flat and she'd made it through her pregnancy with only faint
stretch marks. The only thing different about her was her already
oversized breasts were even bigger and her areola had doubled in
size. Her nipples were constantly swollen and seemed to be always
leaking milk. Malika was a hungry little thing, but Chrissy's
overflowing breasts kept her well fed.

"Thanks," she replied standing. As she stood, her belly
contracted revealing abs that hadn't existed before she started
working out. "I feel great too." She walked over to Sam and
kneeled before him, reaching into his pants and pulling out his
prick. It began to harden in her hand and her mouth brought it to
full erection. Chrissy paused, "Sam, we need to talk."

"Ummm, what about?" he groaned while she ran her tongue over his
elongated cock head.

Chrissy suddenly deep throated his dick and bobbed her head
rapidly before stopping again. "We need money." She sucked him in
her mouth again.

"I know," he growled, fighting the urge to cum this early. "My ah
social ah security isn't cutting it. Oh shit, here it cums!"

Chrissy pulled back so that his cock head would squirt on her
tongue. His semen was old and stale, but she still enjoyed the
taste. She wished his balls produced more of it. She wished there
was a lot more of it, hotter, richer, and blasting forth from a
huge black nut sack. She jerked every bit of it into her mouth
before licking her lips. "Sam, I have an idea."

"Oh?" Sam fiddled with his pants, putting his dick away.

"You know how Ike offered to pay me to make more movies for him?"

"I remember."

"Well, I want nothing to do with fucking WWBC Inc., but I was
thinking we could make our own movies."

Sam chuckled. "Yeah, we could do that, but who'd want to see an
old fart like me?"

"I was thinking you could Direct."

Sam paused and considered the possibilities. He could see the
expectant look on her face. She was worried she'd offended him.
Making a porn was always one of his biggest dreams. "I think
that's a great idea," he answered and he could see the relief on
her face.

"We'd need to find a male star," she said, staring at him again.

"Of course," he said, knowing what she wanted. "He'll need to be
a nig... a black guy and one with a real big cock."

"Oh Sam, I love you." Chrissy threw her arms around the old man
and hugged him. "Thank you, master."

Sam squeezed the nude woman tightly to his old body, touched by
her affection. "I love you to," he replied.
"I got something to show you." Sam led Chrissy to their room and
over to his laptop. He took his computer out of hibernation and
accessed a file folder. Chrissy had already seen the extensive
porn collection the old man kept on his laptop. He even had a
portable hard drive filled with porn. He opened a folder labeled
Sylvester the Cat's stories. "I've had this thing for writing sex
stories on the net."

Chrissy stared at the screen. The bottom of the computer listed
the page as showing 312 files. The earliest ones were dated from
fifteen years ago. "What's that?" she asked, reading the title.
"Chrissy plays poker." She read another, "Chrissy's new bikini."

"Ever since you moved next door, you became my main character.
They're individual stories though, not in a series. In every one
you're loyal to your little dicked husband until your handsome
older neighbor seduces you."

"Sam, I'm flattered." She leaned down and kissed his cheek. He'd
written a lot of stories recently over the past year, but these
were different. "Chrissy's first black cock. Chrissy and the
black garbage man. Chrissy black maled." There were many more.

"I told you I had a thing for interracial sex after watching
you."

"Why are you showing me these?"

"I want to write the script for the movie. If we do this, I want
to make a quality porn with a real plot."

"Sounds good. I know you have some video equipment. Todd bought a
real nice recorder when he found out I was pregnant. I'll sneak
next door and get it. You can work on a script, we'll start
simple at first."

"What about talent?"

"Oh, I think I can recruit some new talent."

"I'm sure you can," said Sam and they chuckled together for a
moment.

"I don't know anything about marketing or distribution or
websites," she stated, frowning.

"Leave that to me," said Sam. Now why don't you go find us a
co-star."

****************

Leon Lincoln grabbed the special order off the counter and
carried it outside to the waiting car. He'd just turned nineteen
and had dropped out of high school two years earlier with no
plans on finishing. He had no job prospects and it looked like
he'd be working at McDonald's for the rest of his life with no
hope of advancement unless his attitude changed for the better.
He moved slowly not giving a fuck about anything until he saw
who's car it was. The hot MILF had been coming to McDonald's
about once a week for a year. She's always stared at him kind of
funny. She addressed him by name and told him to call her
Chrissy. She'd been pregnant, but was still hot and then a couple
weeks ago, Leon noticed a little chocolate baby sleeping in the
back seat of her car. He picked up his pace when he saw her look
over at him and smile. Her eyes were hidden behind sunglasses.

"Hi Chrissy," he said. He noticed her baby wasn't with her today.

"Afternoon Leon," she replied, seeming a little nervous today.

"One Big Mac no mac sauce," he said. Leon was tall and his crotch
was even with her window. He stepped up to the window and held
out her bag of food. Her hand came out to take it, but missed the
bag. Instead her hand grabbed what he called his Lincoln Log. His
big cock swelled some as her hand inadvertently squeezed it.
Instead of letting go, she squeezed it again. "Damn!"

"I bet this big thing has plenty of sauce for me," she said.

"Damn straight it does," he growled. "More sauce then you can
handle."

"I don't know about that." Chrissy continued to stroke his huge
cock  through his pants. She guessed it was a nice foot long and
felt rather thick too. "I can handle a lot of sauce. When one
hole fills up, I got two more waiting."

"Fuck," moaned Leon in disbelief. He must be dreaming.

"What time do you get off?"

"Right now," said Leon, pulling back and walking around to her
passenger seat. He opened the door and got in beside her.

****************

"You're the racist old neighbor?" said Ike into his phone. "Yeah,
I remember you. How's my girl Chrissy doin? She change her mind
yet?" Ike looked across the desk at his son, James and winked. He
reached over and put the call on speaker so that James could
hear.

"Chrissy's still pissed off at you. You ruined her life. She
doesn't know I'm calling you and she'd be angry if she knew.
We've decided to go off on our own."

"What's that mean?" asked Ike, curious.

"We're going to make our own movies with me directing and Chrissy
as the star."

"So why call me?"

"I don't know anything about distribution or marketing and we'll
need a website. I was wondering it I could pay you to set one up
for me."

"Yeah, I can handle that for you, easily."

"How much?"

"A nominal fee. You can pay me on a percentage of sales. That
Chrissy has star potential. I was hoping she'd be in WWBC's next
project, Prison Bus Versus the PTA Moms."

"I'm sure she's not interested," said Sam's voice through the
speaker. "Do we have a deal?"

"Absolutely. I'll have my legal department draw up a contract."

"Thanks."

Ike looked up at James when the phone went dead. "We got the
slut. Get Malik and Eriq to draw up some contracts. Make them
look good, like we're really helping them out. I want her in my
movie and I want her working for me, long term, I figure she's
got a good ten years in her and I wanna own the rights to
anything they produce."

"Not a problem, pop," said James. He stood up. "I'll get them
right on it."

"Lets see what kind of movies they can make for us."

****************

Sam hung up the phone just as Chrissy's car pulled in the
driveway. He wasn't impressed by the black punk that got out of
the passenger seat. The kid was tall and fit, but not very
handsome and looked like he had an attitude. He was sure he could
write some scripts around the fast food uniform though. Sam moved
over by the door as it opened.

"Come on in," said Chrissy, stepping aside for the tall black
man.

"Whoa," said Leon when he saw Sam. "Who's this, yo grandad?"

"No, This is Sam, my friend and savior. Sam, this is Leon. I need
to go check on Malika." Chrissy left the room.

"Somethin' weird goin on here?" asked Leon, suspiciously.

"It's a long story, Leon," said Sam. "To make it short, Chrissy
got knocked up by a black man, her husband threw her out, and now
we need money, so we've decided to make a porn."

"I get to fuck her, right?"

"Leon, I asked her to go out and find us a star and she picked
you. Can you perform on camera?"

"I guess so." Leon looked shocked. "I get to fuck her and get
paid?"

"Yes," said Chrissy appearing from the hall, "But we're not sure
how much we can pay yet."

"Dayumn!" Leon started at Chrissy she had appeared wearing a
matching green bra and panty with a garter belt and green nylons
that went well with her red hair. He'd never seen boobs as big as
hers on such a fit woman. He'd never even been close to a
scantily clad white woman. She walked sexily over to him and he
stood up.

"I'll get the camera and we'll take some test footage," said Sam.

Chrissy kneeled and pulled Leon's uniform pants down. His
enormous cock was straining against white urine stained briefs.
She stretched his briefs out and pulled them down. His huge cock
seemed to roll out already almost completely hard. "Will you look
at that monster!"

"That's my Lincoln Log," Leon replied proudly.

"It's very nice to meet you, Mr. Log," said Chrissy, kissing the
large tip of his cock head. "I'm sure we're going to be good
friends." She swirled her tongue around the head. "So Leon, do
you and Mr. Log here wanna make movies with me?"

"Fuck yeah!"


THE END