Welcome To The Neighborhood 
Copyright 2008 by Stormbringer
Stormbringerstories@gmail.com
revised 2010



“Here we are,” said Fred, turning the moving van on to Washington
Avenue.

Amber reached over to grab his arm. “I hope this is a good idea.”

“Everything will be fine,” replied her husband.

“This is all my fault. If it wasn’t for me, we wouldn’t need to
do this.”

“Honey, it’s alright. Things will work themselves out.”

“Are they all black?”

“As far as I could tell. Quit worrying. It’s an older
neighborhood. No gangs or drugs. I’ve checked it all out. The
crime rate is low. It’s fine. We’ll get ourselves back on our
feet and move out in a few years. There‘s our new house.” As the
van pulled up to the driveway, several older black people turned
to watch them.

Fred and Amber Gertz were both 25 and had been married for three
years. Fred was a pharmaceutical rep for a large firm and quite
successful. Amber had been a legal aid, but had recently gotten
fired for gambling on the job. Amber had been introduced to
gambling while the couple honeymooned in Las Vegas. She had
quickly lost the original stake she had brought along for betting
and had made three trips to the ATM as the week progressed. Fred
had noticed it was getting difficult to pull Amber away from the
slots even for passionate newlywed sex, but he had thought
nothing of it at the time. As several years passed, Amber had
increasingly played the lottery, bought hundreds in scratch off
tickets, joined football and basketball pools at her job even
though she knew nothing about sports. She ran up large amounts of
credit card debt and Fred had finally taken notice when her car
got repossessed. Their credit bad and burdened by a large debt,
Fred decided to sell their home, move to a new state, and start
from scratch.

Fred had located a decent home in an economically depressed black
neighborhood.  The area had been lower to upper middle class at
one time and the prices were too low to pass up. He did have a
two hour commute to his new office which meant he would be away
from home twelve hours a day. Amber would start looking for work
as soon as they moved into their new home. For now, Fred had put
everything of value in his name and was giving Amber an allowance
to get her gambling under control.

Fred got out of the van and saw two black men staring at him over
a fence several houses away. Both men were older, gray haired,
and one was rather fat. Fred waved. His hand froze in midair when
he realized, they weren’t waving back, just staring. Fred lowered
his hand and frowning, he turned to help his wife down out of the
truck. They saw several more black men and women watching them as
they moved in. Fred tried again to wave and be friendly, but the
most he got was a nod from one.

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

Fred wiped some sweat off his brow. He started the tiller back up
and finished plowing a section of his back yard for Amber to
plant a garden. Two of his black neighbors were sitting on a
porch drinking beer. They were watching him work, but still
hadn’t acknowledged him. Fred had never given any thought to
reverse racism, but now he knew what it felt like to be a black
man moving into an all white neighborhood.  Well screw them, he
didn’t need friends anyway. He’d meet some at work. Amber didn’t
care either. She was distrustful of blacks and would have been
content  to have them stay next door, but Fred wished they could
have at least a casual relationship with the neighbors. Fred
returned the tiller to the garage and entered his house.

“Holy shit!” Fred couldn’t help himself when he walked in on his
wife changing.

“Like what you see?” Amber smiled at him as she pulled her bikini
panties up to cover her bare crotch.

“You know I do, sexy.” Fred nodded towards the bed. “Wanna have
some afternoon delight?” His drop dead gorgeous wife was pulling
some cut off daisy dukes up over her ass. She was bare breasted,
her firm double D’s, thrust out, nipples erect and pointing
upwards. Put her in a barn wearing a cowboy hat and this could
have been a perfect pinup poster.

Amber giggled and said, “Maybe later, after I get the tomatoes
planted.” She bent to scoop up her bikini top.

“It’s a date,” said Fred adjusting himself. This was the reason
he hadn’t divorced her after she’d gotten them in financial
trouble. Amber was one sexy lady. Not to mention that she was
kind and compassionate and he loved her very much. Fred wasn’t
much to look at. He fit the Bill Gates image, a rather scrawny,
computer nerd in glasses. Amber on the other hand, was built like
a stripper. She had long golden brown hair that matched her name.
Her eyes were green and so big they gave her an innocent look.
Her lips were full and pouty.  Her skin was very white and
unblemished except for the occasional freckle. Fred didn’t know
her measurements, but her figure was a perfect hourglass. Her
waist was long and thin and her legs were fit from jogging. She
was actually several inches taller then Fred’s 5’8”. Her breasts
were simply magnificent. They were large and firm. They looked
fake, but were 100% natural. Each breasts had a large areola, but
the color was so faint as to nearly blend in with her skin except
for the actual nipple which was often very erect and blood
engorged making them much darker.  They looked like half inch
erasers capping off perfect breasts. Her breasts were so large,
she complained of back trouble and often leaned forward when she
walked. Amber considered getting reduction surgery, but Fred
wouldn’t hear of it. Maybe when she got older and they started to
sag some, but not now. She strapped the black bikini top on and
winked at him as she left the room.

Fred went to take a shower. Afterwards, he was still nude when he
walked over to the window to check on Amber. Their bedroom looked
right down on the recently tilled ground. Amber was bent over,
digging a hole for a tomato plant. Her moon-shaped ass was thrust
up towards Fred and he could see the jean shorts hugging it
tightly. Fred could also see that the two old black men had moved
from the porch and were leaning over the fence watching Amber.
Fred quickly got dressed.

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

“I tells ya, thems real.”

“They sho is ripe and juicy.”

“Ahem,” said Fred, clearing his throat as he walked around the
corner of the house and surprised the two black men. “How’s it
going?”

“Oh, hello there neighbor,” said one of the black men.

“We was just talking about your wife’s tomatoes,” said the other,
grinning and holding out his hand.

Fred took it and shook it. “You into horticulture?”

“I discovered whore-tee-culture in the Navy.”

“I see,” said Fred not really understanding how someone in the
navy might develop an interest in gardening. “I’m Fred Gertz and
that’s my wife Amber.”

“I’m Amos Smith.” Amos was the one into horticulture. He was a
black man pushing seventy and still a physical giant of a man. He
was big and muscular, though his muscles had tightened up as he
aged. Amos had shaved his head making himself look younger,
though he kept a gray goatee.  This guy had forty-five years on
Fred and there was no doubt in Fred’s mind that he wouldn’t last
more then a few minutes in a ring with the guy.

“I’m Walker.” The second black man held out his hand and Fred
took it. He assumed Walker was his last name. He was probably
mid-sixties and had a huge beer gut. He was pretty obese, though
his arms were still pretty muscular and one had a USMC tattoo on
the bicep. Walker had a bald pate and close cropped  gray hair
around his head. He also had a gold tooth in the front.

Fred released Walker’s hand. “I was starting to think I wasn’t
welcome here. You never returned my waves.”

“Sorry about that. I never saw you. I’m a little blind in one
eye.”

Both his eyes looked fine to Fred, bright and alert even, but he
felt relief to know that his neighbors weren’t anti-white or
anything. “I understand.”

“I’d like to say hi to the missus,” said Amos.”

“I’ll call her over.” Fred turned to look at his wife. She was
still kneeling in the dirt. She had noticed them, but had made no
move to join them. “Amber, come on over and say hi to the
neighbors.”

Amber tried to stare down Fred before reluctantly getting up.
Fred realized what was bothering her, but it was too late. Amber
wasn’t fond of showing off her body to strangers even at the
beach. She was a borderline nudist around her husband, but with
anyone else and she was shy. Here she was now dressed like a slut
farm girl and about to introduce herself to two old black men.
The two black men never took their eyes off her as she
approached. Fred felt a little proud to have the neighbors so
envious of the beauty he had married. “I’m Amber.” She shook
their hands then immediately held her arm across her chest. Her
nipples were typically erect and pushing out her top.

“I’m Walker.”

“And you are?”

“Delighted to have such a young beautiful woman in this
neighborhood.”

“That’s a long name,” said Amber, blushing.

“Call me Amos then.”

The foursome was interrupted by someone calling out Walker’s
name. “We’re back here,” replied Walker.

Two more black men walked around the corner of Walker’s house.
“Well what is it we had to rush over to see?” yelled one.

“Yep, where’s the fire?” said the other. He froze when he saw
Amber.

“Ah, just something I wanted to show you guys in the house,” said
Walker. “Come meet Fred and Amber, the new neighbors. These
hooligans live further down the street.”

“Howdy, Frank Beane.” Frank shook both Fred and Amber’s hands.
Frank was skinny and probably pushing eighty, but seemed full of
life. He was a tall, lanky man. He had a full head of gray hair.
His limbs seemed elongated. He had big long hands and long arms
as well as legs.

“Dick Long,” said the fourth black man. He didn’t extend his
hands to shake them.

“His momma and daddy named him that cause it’s true,” laughed
Frank.”

Dick Long gave Frank a fake grin revealing several missing teeth.
He was probably the youngest of the four black men, but still in
his fifties. Like Amos, he was big and muscular too. He had
African features, very dark skin and a flat nose. His eyes were
deep set, giving him an unfriendly look. He barely nodded at Fred
and just seemed satisfied to stare at Amber. His emotionless
stare made her uncomfortable and she shuffled behind her husband
to block Dick’s view.

“Your tomatoes are planted too close little lady,” said Walker.
“You should space them at least a foot apart.”

“Thanks for the advice. I’m going to go fix them now. Nice
meeting you fellows.” Amber turned to walk away and Fred was
aware of four black heads cocking to watch her go. Some of
Amber’s ass was poking out from under the tiny shorts until she
reached back and adjusted them.

“Hey, Franksandbeans,” said Walker. “You thinking what I’m
thinking?”

Frank grinned. “Fred here makes five.”

“You play poker white boy?” asked Amos.

“Some.” Fred didn’t appreciate being called a white boy.

“Our buddy Lou died sixth months ago and we were looking for a
fifth player. “Stakes ain’t too bad. We each put in about fifty
dollars and usually play winner take all unless the game runs
late. Games are Friday nights, starts about eight.

“Sounds fun.”

“See ya in six days then. We switch houses usually. This week
will be in my basement. New guy buys the beer.”

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

Fred showed up at Walker’s house promptly at eight the following
Friday carrying two cases of Miller light under his arms. Walker
let him in and led him down to the basement. Amos, Frank, and
Dick were already sitting at a card table playing blackjack. They
all greeted him pretty warmly except for Dick who didn’t
acknowledge him at all. Fred set the miller light on a counter
and Walker began loading it into a mini cooler.

“I’d better go easy on this,” said Amos taking a beer. “I’m not
used to the good stuff.”

Fred frowned, thinking he was being teased for not buying better
beer, but then he noticed the room was filled with empty cans of
very cheap beer and he realized Amos was being serious.

“Lets play,” grunted Dick, speaking for the first time.

The five sat around the poker table and Amos dealt first. “That
sure is a fine piece of ass ya married, Fred.”

“Thanks, I guess.”

“Yeah man, you married up,” grinned Fred.

Fred knew he had married above his looks, but didn’t like being
reminded of it. “I’m a lucky man.”

“If she were my wife I wouldn’t be over here playing poker with
four old farts like us,” said Walker.

“White boys don’t know how to treat a woman,” grunted Dick
glowering at Fred. Dick’s deep set eyes made Fred uncomfortable.

“I do just fine, thanks,” replied Fred. “How about you guys, are
you married?”

Walker sighed. “Widowed.”

“Married fifty years,” said Frank proudly, “with five children
and eighteen grand kids.”

“Divorced,” said Amos.

“Ditto,” grunted Dick.

“Long Dick left out divorced, divorced, and divorced,” Frank
quipped.

“Fuck you, Franksandbeans. Deal the cards,” said Dick.

“Sorry to hear that,” said Fred to Walker who looked sad since
mentioning he was widowed. “How long has your wife been gone?”

“Three years as of last week. I miss her every day. I miss her
smile. I miss her laugh. I miss her cooking.”

“You miss her blow jobs.” Dick got up to get another beer. “So do
I.”

Walker gave Dick the finger. “I’m gonna go drain the monster.” He
glowered at Dick.

Frank leaned over and whispered to Fred, “Dick made Walker’s wife
suck his dick once over a poker bet. He never let Walker forget
it.”

“Serves him right for bragging about her so much,” said Dick,
overhearing the conversation. “She may have been good sucking
Walker’s little ten inch dick, but she gagged sucking on a really
big one. Swallowed every bit of my cum though. Came back for more
a couple times too.”

“Here he comes. Shut up about his wife.” Amos punched Dick in the
arm.

“What about you, white boy?” Dick asked. “I bet your wife sucks a
mean dick. Those big lips were built for sucking cock.”

Fred was starting to feel sorry he agreed to play with these
guys. “We don’t do that,” said Fred, shifting in his seat. He
regretted it almost immediately and wished he had told the big
black guy that it was none of his business.

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“It means, she doesn’t like to do that.”

“So? You push her to the ground and you shove your cock down her
throat. Then you move her head up and down your cock. I ain’t
never heard such nonsense. Women do what you fucking tell them to
do. She don’t like to do that? What the fuck?”

“Black women know how to treat cock,” added Amos.

“Don’t you want her to suck your dick?” Dick was not done ribbing
Fred yet.

“Sure, I guess.”

“Look white boy. You leave here tonight. You walk on home, wake
your wife up, and shove your dick down her throat. It don’t
matter whether she wants to, likes to, or what-the-fuck-ever.”

“I’m not going to do that.”

“Pussy!”

“Maybe that’s why you’ve been divorced four times.”

The room went so silent you could hear a pin drop and Fred
instantly regretted it. It had been perhaps the bravest thing he
had ever said. He felt instant relief when Dick chuckled. “You’re
alright white boy.” Dick got up and grabbed another beer and gave
one to Fred. “For the record, no woman has ever divorced me
because of sex. They divorced me because I’m a mean drunk
sonofabitch and I can’t keep my big black cock in my pants.”

“Ya got that right,” added Walker.

“Yep,” said Frank.

Dick sat and took the cards to deal. “In fact, I could call up
any of my ex’s and fuck them tonight if I wanted and two of them
remarried. Tell ya what white boy. I’m gonna get your dick sucked
for you.”

Fred said the second bravest thing in his life. “I’m starting to
wonder about this fascination you have with my dick, Dick.”

The room broke out into laughter. Frank guffawed and slapped Fred
on the back. The only one who didn’t laugh was Dick, but he
grinned. He wasn’t as scary looking when he grinned. “I was
serious, but if you don’t want your wife to suck your dick that’s
fine with me. Just trying to do you a fucking favor. If you don‘t
want to know my plan, fuck you.”

The laughter had settled. “Just kidding,” said Fred, “but I’m
curious, what’s your plan?”

“We get her to play poker with us. We can feed her some good
hands and you can force her out of the game unless she bets a
blow job for Wwhen you get home.”

“Can’t do that,” replied Fred.

“Why not?” prompted Dick.

“Amber has a… She can’t… What I’m trying to say is that she got
us into trouble… She can’t handle gambling.”

“You don’t say,” said Dick.

“Leave him alone, Dick,” said Walker. “This is clearly something
he doesn’t want to discuss.”

“It’s ok. It feels good to get off my chest.” Fred explained how
Amber had gotten hooked in Vegas and how their troubles had
progressed from there.

“Nothing to be ashamed of Fred,” said Amos. “We all have our
problems and weaknesses.”

Frank took the cards for the deal. “Enough talk, ladies. Lets
play some serious poker.”

The rest of the night went a lot friendlier and Fred went home
with twenty extra dollars in his pocket. He stripped in his room
watching the gentle rise and fall of the sheets as Amber slept.
She would be naked under the covers and his dick started to rise.
He imagined walking over to her and pulling the covers off. He’d
shove his dick down her throat as she woke up in surprise. Yeah,
that would work in a perfect world. He looked down at his penis,
hard, and straining to make five inches. Dick had called Walker’s
penis little at ten inches and claimed his was thirteen. Those
old black men were probably full of crap. Amber wouldn’t go for
the forced blow job thing, but she never turned down sex. He
climbed in bed behind her and nudged her ass with his stiff penis
until she awoke and parted her legs for him.

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

Fred and Amber were just about to sit down together and watch a
movie when the doorbell rang. Fred answered the door and was
surprised to see the four black men there. Amos was carrying a
case of Old Milwaukee. “You trying to ditch the game, white boy?”
said Dick.

Fred was silent. He hadn’t had a good time during last weeks game
and had spent the week avoiding his neighbors so as not to get
invited to another game. “Sorry fellas, money is a little tight
this week.”

“Then we’ll spot ya,” said Walker, stepping up to the door.

“Come on in,” sighed Fred stepping aside.

“Fred, what’s going on?” asked Amber standing up from off the
couch. She looked dumbfounded to see the old black men shuffle
into her living room. Amber was wearing just panties and a tee
shirt. She grasped the hem and pulled the shirt down to cover her
panties. This had the effect of making the tee shirt tighten
around her large bosom and showing off her nipples.

 “Sorry, honey. The guys here want to play some poker.”

“Oh. Alright then. I guess we’ll just have to postpone our alone
time.” Amber checked out the black men to see if she had made any
of them feel guilty enough to leave them alone, but they just
stared at her chest. “I’ll run upstairs and change.”

“Don’t feel you have to change on our account little lady,” said
Walker.

Amber snorted. “I’ll be right back.” She released the tee shirt’s
hem when she reached the stairs. Four black heads turned to watch
her climb the stairs. As her firm calves tensed with each step,
the tee shirt rode up her back giving each man a view of Amber’s
tight ass gripped by lacy black panties.

“We can use the kitchen table,” said Fred. He took the beer and
filled the refrigerator after handing each black man a can and
taking one for himself. Walker had his poker chip set and cards.
He quickly gave each man the standard $50 in chips after
collecting the money.

They had each dealt two hands when Amber came back downstairs.
Fred was not surprised when all four black men’s eyes focused on
her. He knew he was a lucky man. Amber seemed incapable of not
looking sexy no matter what she was wearing. She was barefoot and
even her feet looked cute with their little pink painted nails.
She had pulled some tight jeans on and was wearing a sweat shirt
that was a little too small and designed to show off her navel
and flat belly whenever she stretched. Fred could tell she had
put her bra on as her tits weren’t shaking too much, but the
tight sweat shirt really made them stand out. She had tied her
long auburn hair back and removed her contacts, wearing dark
glasses. She had attempted to dress down, but the hair and
glasses made her look like a naughty librarian. “Let me get some
chips and dip for you guys.” Amber always wanted to be a good
hostess and she grabbed a bowl to fill with chips.

“And I’ll take another beer little lady,” said Frank.

“Me too,” grunted Dick.

“Full house,” said Fred putting his cards down and pulling the
chips his way. “You must be good luck honey.” Frank folded early
the next hand when Amos dealt and lost a bit more when Frank
dealt. Frank always seemed to deal him the worst hands.

“I’ll take a beer now,” said Frank.

“Might as well bring me one while your at it,” added Walker. “And
why not get one for yourself?”

“I think I will,” said Amber. She served the men some beer. Only
Walker and her husband were in for this hand and the pot was
large, probably more then one hundred dollars. She felt her pulse
quicken at the thought of winning all that money. She pulled back
the tab on the beer and took a swallow almost spitting it out
immediately.

“Not the fancy beer you’re accustomed too,” laughed Frank. The
other black men laughed with him.

“I like Bud,” she replied.

“Spoiled rich girl are ya?” said Dick. “Drink up that working
man’s beer in your hand.”

Amber looked at her husband who just shrugged at her. She took
another sip of the beer and forced it down her throat. Fred
smiled at her and winked as he laid his flush down on top of
Walker’s two pair. Amber felt a shudder go through her as she
pictured herself winning that money. Her nipples hardened as she
got a little turned on. Luckily, her bra was thick enough to keep
them from sticking out too much, though they were still visible.

“I’m out then,” said Walker. “Care if I go watch some TV?”

“Follow me,” said Amber, “and I’ll get you the remote.”

Walker left for the living room and shouted “Alright!” a few
minutes later.

“Everything ok in there?” called Fred from the poker table.

“Just happy to see you got cable, rich boy,” yelled Walker back.

Fred returned to the game and dealt the cards. “Can you get me
another beer, honey?”

“Sure,” she replied tossing back her beer and grimacing at the
taste. “Anyone else?” The three black men each wanted another and
Walker called from the living room that he would take another
too.

“You know Amber,” said Dick after she returned from giving Walker
his beer. “It’s still early and poker is better with five
players. Why don’t you sit in a hand?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” said Fred. He glared at the
dark skinned black man. Didn’t he remember Fred talking about
Amber’s problem last week?

“I think that’s up to your wife. What say you, Amber?”

Amber had opened another beer and was still making faces as she
sipped it. “Fred’s right, it’s not a good idea. I do love poker
though,” she sighed.

“Then join us. Hubby’s won enough to spot you some.”

Amber actually felt her panties dampen a little at the thought of
playing poker. “Like I said, I’d love to, but I have a bit of a
gambling problem.”

“Then this will be good for you. You’re only allowed a stake of
fifty dollars. You can’t lose any more then that.”

“Really?” Amber downed her beer, already feeling a little buzzed.
She sat down in Walker’s vacant seat.

“Amber,” said Fred gulping. “I don’t think…”

“This might help her,” interrupted Dick. “It can teach her to
control her bets.”

“I think I can handle it, just this one time,” said Amber,
staring at the cards.

“We each are even,” said Frank, speaking for the first time since
Dick had asked her to join. Amos had been silent the whole
exchange too. “Except for your hubby there who has all of
Walker’s money. Give her half and we’ll be even again.”

Fred slid fifty in chips over to Amber. “Honey, this is my money,
ok? You are not actually gambling with your money. I’m just
letting you play some cards with my money.” He hoped that would
make her think about gambling a little differently. “If you win,
I’m keeping the money.”

“Just deal, Fred,” she replied.

“Five card draw.“ Fred dealt the cards. Amber controlled herself
and folded early. Amos won the pot which was small. Amos dealt
and Frank won a little. Amber won a decent pot during Frank’s
deal and another decent pot the next time around when Frank dealt
again. Fred could see his wife squirming a little in her seat.
Gambling made her horny and if she won tonight, she was going to
be an animal in bed. That made him feel a little better. He still
controlled their money and she couldn’t get them into trouble
again even if she had a bad relapse.

Amber’s money started dribbling away after they each had dealt a
few more hands. The deal came back to Frank. “My lucky guy,” said
Amber, slurring her words a little. She had just finished her
third beer. Frank winked at her. She had won every hand he dealt.
This hand broke her streak and she found most of her money gone.
“I’m sorry honey,” she said, staring at her few remaining chips.

“It’s just a game,” replied her husband.

Amber won a small pot when Dick dealt and another when Fred
dealt. She started perking up again. Frank’s turn came around and
this time he was her lucky charm again. He dealt her a straight
on another hand of five card draw. She matched the raises until
Amos and Frank folded. She looked at her husband who was trying
to keep a straight face, but she could tell he was holding a good
hand. Dick was staring at her smirking. Probably looking for a
tell, she thought. Dick pushed all his money in and her husband
followed suit. “I.. um… don’t have that much,” she said,
panicking.

“Then you’re out,” said Fred.

“Not so fast, white boy,” said Dick Long. “Your wife has
something else she can put up.”

Fred felt the color drain from his face. The table had gone
silent again. He knew what Dick was going to bring up.

“What’s that?” she asked.

“Putting anything else in is against the rules,” said Fred
hastily.

“You can give a blow job to the winner.” Dick turned and stared
her in the eyes.

It was Amber’s turn to feel the color drain from her cheeks.
“What kind of man would even suggest that?”

“A man who wants a blow job. Do you think you got a good hand or
do you want to fold?”

“In Vegas poker, I can just put what I got…”

“This ain’t Vegas, white girl. Now how good do you think your
hand is?”

“But your bla… not my husband. I can’t give you a blow job. I’m a
married woman. I don’t even do that with Fred.”

“Fred’s a wuss. Everyone knows a blow job ain’t cheating.”

“Just fold, honey,” said Fred. He jumped when Dick kicked him in
the leg. The black man winked at him as Amber stared at her
cards. Last week, he had told Fred he was going to help him get a
blow job and Dick was apparently keeping his promise. “But, it’s
up to you.”

Amber stared at her husband in disbelief. “I have to use the
bathroom. I’ll decide when I come back.” She left the room.

“Asshole,” said Fred to Dick. “I told you about her gambling
problem. What were you thinking?”

Dick smirked. “Just trying to help you out. Look at her cards.”
Fred stared at him until he repeated, “turn her cards over and
check her hand.”

Fred reached out and cheated. “She’s got a straight.”

“Can you beat it?”

“Yeah, I have a flush.”

Dick looked at his hand and showed Fred two of his cards. “Pair
of tens. I told you I’d get your dick sucked. Take my gift and
enjoy. She’s going to be so relieved she doesn’t have to give me
a blow job that you’ll get the best fucking blow job of your
life.” Dick sat up straight when Amber returned. “Well did you
decide?”

“I’m out,” she replied.

“Good choice,” said Frank. “Don’t give this asshole the
pleasure.”

Fred drummed his fingers on the table. “I think you should stay
in, honey,” he practically whispered.

“Bad move,” said Frank, but he was grinning.

Amber stared at her husband in disbelief. “Are you serious?”

“If you think your hand is that good, you should stay in. You
might win all the pot back or give me a blow job tonight.”

“Or that jerk.”

“Maybe, but he has to beat you and me, first.”

Amber looked at the money. She had a chance of tripling the money
her husband had allowed her to play with. He wasn’t kidding, it
was his and he’d take it all from her, but she also knew he would
buy her something nice with it. “I’ll do it.”

“You sure, Amber?” asked Frank.

“Shut up Franksandbeans,” said Dick. “What you got, white boy?”

“Flush.”

Amber felt sick all of a sudden. She had just lost. Well giving
Fred one little blow job wouldn’t be so bad. “Straight.” She
turned up her cards. Fred was grinning at her. He really wanted
this and she decided to do her best with him. She gulped when it
came Dick’s turn to show his cards.

“Pair of tens.”

Amber felt a huge surge of relief and Fred’s grin widened.

 Dick turned the rest of his cards over. “And another pair of
tens. I win.”

Fred’s grin dropped. “What the fuck?”

Amber stared at the four tens horrified. “Oh no,” she whispered.

“Time to pay up.” Dick stood up. His giant muscular frame
towering over the still sitting players. His dark black skin
looked even darker when he grinned displaying his missing teeth.
His remaining teeth were yellow and crooked. Amber pushed her
seat back and stepped away from the table like a doe about to
make a run for it. Dick grabbed her arm and practically dragged
her away. “We can do this in the living room.” She turned to
stare at her husband before she disappeared.

Fred made a move to stand, but Amos’s arm wrapped around his neck
from behind and held him still. The arm tightened until Fred quit
struggling. “A bet is a bet,” Amos whispered in Fred’s ear.

“OHMYGAWD!” shouted Amber from the living room.

“He’s hurting her,” whimpered Fred.

“Naw,” said Amos. “She just seen his cock, that’s all.”

Frank spoke. “He did the same thing to Walker’s wife.”

“You should have warned me,” pleaded Fred.

“I told her not to,” shrugged Frank.

Fred shut his eyes to fight tears. “Is it really that big?”

“You can go see for yourself once you calm down.” Amos relaxed
his grip.

“I gotta stop this,” said Fred, gasping as the arm around his
neck tightened again.

Amos whispered in his ear again. “Listen white boy, your wife was
playing with your money. You said so yourself. That means that
you gotta pay the debt. Long Dick is gonna get his cock sucked
tonight and unless you wanna do it, it’s gonna be your wife.”
Amos felt Fred slump completely and he released his arm from
around Fred’s throat. Amos slapped him on the back. “Maybe this
will teach your wife a lesson about gambling.” He slapped Fred on
the back. “Now I ain’t never scene a pretty white girl sucking on
Long Dick’s black monster and I’m gonna go watch the show.”

“Me too,” said Frank standing.

Fred watched the black men leave for his living room.
Reluctantly, Fred pushed his chair back to join them. He shuffled
towards his living room. At first he couldn’t see anything as
Frank and Amos were blocking his view. Walker was sitting back in
a recliner. He had switched the television off. Dick was standing
in the center of the living room. He had pulled his shirt off.
His skin was a deep African black and his muscles were extremely
pronounced. This guy’s physique put Fred’s little body to shame
and the black man had 30 years on Fred. The black man had dropped
his pants around his ankles. Fred could see Amber’s golden brown
hair bobbing before Dick’s crotch. He walked around the couch and
gasped at the sight before his eyes.

Amber had her jaws stretched so wide it looked like they were
dislocated. Sticking from her mouth were about seven inches of
the darkest black cock Fred could have ever imagined. To say it
was beer can thick would have been an exaggeration, but not by
much. Amber pulled back gasping for breath and Fred got the full
view of the monster that had been in her mouth. Dick hadn’t been
lying when he bragged about his cock being thirteen inches long.
It was also the ugliest thing Fred had ever scene. The black man
was uncircumcised and the thick wrinkly sack covered an oversized
cock head. The head seemed to be trying to push out of the sack
as the black man gasped for breath. Amber reached up and pulled
the skin taunt. The huge cock head emerged completely from the
foreskin. It was both the size and color of a large dark plum.
Having the foreskin pulled tigh made the massive black cock look
completely different. It went from being an ugly wrinkled log to
a magnificent steel hard phallus that could have been the model
for a large dildo. Amber couldn’t take her eyes off it and she
looked both fascinated and horrified. Dick’s hand wrapped around
the back of her head and pulled her back down on his cock. She
tried to swallow it again, but gagged.

“Amber, are you alright?” said Fred.

Amber finally looked at her husband. Dick’s cock was rubbing
along her cheek, nose, and lips, sometimes leaving a slimy trail.
“Do you see this?” she asked. Fred nodded and she embarrassed him
by saying, “It’s more then twice as big as yours.” The black men
all chuckled.

“Start sucking. I ain’t got all night,” grunted Dick. “Just
swallow what you can. You can jerk off the rest. I cum quicker
too if you play with my balls.”

Amber took the fully engorged cock head back in her mouth and
began sucking. She bobbed her head as rapidly as she could. She
could handle four or five inches of the monster fairly easily.
Her right hand started stroking the remaining shaft. Her hand
began sliding faster as saliva leaked from her lips helping to
coat the shaft. Fred saw her other hand come up to knead Dick’s
testicles. They were every bit sized to go with his penis. Each
individual ball was bigger then Fred’s entire scrotum and
probably as big as a tennis ball. His testicles were excessively
hairy and the wrinkly black skin matched his foreskin.

“That’s it,” groaned Dick. “I think she’s starting to love
sucking on this big black cock.” Amber shook her head in the
negative, but continued bobbing it. “Liar. I bet your pussy’s
soaked right now. I bet your wondering what something like this
would feel like buried in your tight white pussy. Ow! Squeeze my
nuts again bitch and you’ll find your lips kissing my pubes. I’m
gonna cum soon. You can thank me when I’m done.”

Amos moved to block Fred who acted like he was about to intervene
again. “This your first white girl?” he asked. Amos was clutching
his crotch which looked like it pained him.

Dick took his eyes off Amber and looked at Amos. “Naw, but she’s
the first one I didn’t have to pay.”

Amber let out a little cry, but didn’t stop bobbing her head.

“I can’t stand this anymore,” said Amos.

“What are you doing?” asked Fred, horrified to see the other
muscular black man dropping his pants.

“I gotta jerk off.” Amos pulled out another huge cock. His
monster was dark brown and also uncircumcised. His shaft was
probably close to a foot long, the thick root jutting out from a
heavy bush of grey pubic hair. Amos spit in his hand and started
sliding it along the shaft.

Fred found the whole situation surreal. His beautiful young wife
was kneeling before a black man older than her dad and someone
Fred felt probably belonged in a prison. She was sucking on an
ugly black cock so prodigious, it was more then twice as big as
Fred’s. Another black man old enough to be Amber’s grandfather
was jerking his huge cock off in their living room as he stared
at Amber. Two more old black men, one fat and one skinny, were
watching the show.

“Getting close,” growled Dick.

Amber pulled her mouth off, but her hand never quit stroking the
shaft. “Warn me before you cum,” she said before returning her
lips to his cock head. Before she swallowed it, Fred noticed that
the foreskin had completely receded and the big tip looked even
more engorged then before.

“It ain’t a proper blowjob unless you swallow.” Dick pulled her
head down and Amber’s eyes flew wide open. She made a gurgling
sound just as milky white sperm shot out the sides of her mouth.
Fred could see her gulp several times and felt jealous knowing
this was the first sperm she had ever tasted. Dick, being the
typical asshole that he was, yanked his cock out quickly and shot
another couple blasts of semen on Amber’s face. She surprised
Fred by leaning forwards and putting her lips back around the tip
and gulped a few more times. Her hand was now only stroking
forwards on the shaft like it was milking it for sperm. Amber
finally pulled back, staring in amazement at the still engorged
shaft before her eyes. She released it and the dark foreskin
slowly closed up around the shrinking cock head. It looked like a
snake sliding backwards into a hole. “Hey slut, look at that.”

Amber turned her face in the direction Dick was nodding and found
herself face to face with another engorged black cock. The angry
looking head exploded as soon as her eyes focused on it. A huge
wave of semen covered her face and sweat shirt. Sperm covered her
eyes and blinded, she felt the new cock head pressing down upon
her lips. She opened them in time to get another mouthful of hot
semen which she swallowed to make room for several smaller wads.
She had only seen the man’s cock and had no idea who’s semen she
was now swallowing. The cock pulled back from her mouth and her
body seemed to want to follow it like she wanted to taste more.
She heard her husband yell, “That’s it. Shows over. I want
everyone out.” There was laughter and what sounded like a high
five hand slap. Someone also farted as the black men shuffled out
of the room. She could here someone gathering up the poker chips.
When it appeared everyone had left, she pulled her sweat shirt
off and wiped her eyes.  Fred returned and helped her to the
shower. They both agreed to forgive each other and hugged, though
Fred wouldn’t kiss her on the mouth. The black man had been
right, her pussy was soaked while she sucked him, and Amber half
heartedly hoped for sex that night, but when Fred stripped, his
penis wasn’t the least bit hard. In fact, it appeared to have
shrunk up into his scrotum making it look even smaller.

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

A week later, Friday morning, Fred awoke to find his penis
engulfed in his wife’s mouth. She found his penis easy to suck
and she could swallow the entire shaft while licking his balls
with her tongue. Things had been a little strained between he and
Amber. It had taken him three days before he could kiss her on
the lips. It was five days until he had gotten an erection and
they had passionately made love that night knowing that all was
truly forgiven. The following night she had finally gone down on
him whether out of guilt or love, Fred didn’t care because it
felt awesome. She swallowed every drop of semen his little balls
could produce both that night and this morning. She seemed to
enjoy the taste. Amber climbed up on top of him and laid her head
on his chest. “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too. I’d like to stay here all day, but I’d better
get ready and on the road.” Fred got off the bed when Amber
rolled off him and took a shower. He would be gone until Tuesday
at a pharmaceutical convention and had about a seven hour drive.
They kissed at the door. Fred broke off the kiss and walked down
to his car before turning back to his wife. “Remember to lock the
door and don’t let Richard Long anywhere near the house.” Fred
had quit calling him Dick, because he didn’t want to remind Amber
of the man’s penis. “I’ll see you in five days.”

Fred was driving out of the neighborhood when he noticed Frank
Beane was struggling with a love seat in the back of a pickup. He
had avoided the black men all week, but he couldn’t turn down a
neighbor who needed help. Fred pulled up to the curve and helped
Frank get the chair off the pickup. They both took the chair and
carried it through the front door.
“Right here,” said a heavy-set older black woman.

“Fred meet my wife, Jean,” said Frank.

“Jean Beane,” said Fred.

“Almost didn’t marry the old fool cause of that,” laughed the
black woman.

Frank and Fred arranged the love seat. Frank thanked him and Fred
was on the way to the door when he noticed the pictures on the
wall. “Is that you and Sammy Davis Jr?”

“Yep, sure is. I used to open for him.”

One picture was of a promotional shot of a much younger Frank
dressed as a magician. He was holding a wand up to a fanned deck
of cards. The billboard called him Beandini. There was also a
shot of Frank dealing cards at a blackjack table to Sammy Davis,
Sinatra, and what looked like Angie Dickenson. “Wow! You have to
tell me some stories some time.”

“I’m free now. I can talk about my Vegas days for hours.”

“Some other time. I’m at a conference all weekend.”

“Sure neighbor. Thanks for the helping hand.”

The pictures tugged at Fred’s brain halfway to the conference.
Frank had been a professional card dealer in Vegas in the early
sixties. He had also been some sort of magician apparently
specializing in card tricks. Richard had mentioned feeding his
wife cards at their first game when he was setting Fred up for
the blow job con. Frank’s hands had all been good for Amber at
the second card game until the one that suckered her in. “My
lucky guy,” Amber had called Frank that night. Frank was the
kindly old one. The friendliest of the four black men. Could he
have set Fred and Amber up? Worse, Fred had just told him that he
would be gone all weekend. Fred was an hour away from the
conference when he turned around and headed home just as it
started to rain.

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

Amber was actually shaking as she approached the door. She jumped
when the doorbell rang for a third time. She had just gotten out
of the tub when the doorbell rang. She didn’t know who it could
be. The lights were out except for the bathroom and the bedroom
and her car was in the garage. She dressed in sweat pants and a
shirt before heading down stairs. She snuck a peak through the
curtain and saw skinny old Frank Beane standing on her steps
dripping wet. She turned the light on and opened the door,
undoing the chain lock. “Frank, what is it?”

“It’s poker night,” he grinned at her and held up a deck of
cards.

“Well come in out of the rain.” She pulled her robe tight around
her waist. “Fred’s not here. He’s out of town.”

“You don’t say.”

“Hold the door,” someone yelled as Walker and Amos appeared out
of the darkness to catch the door before she closed it.

Startled, Amber stepped back and almost screamed.

“He’s not here, Amber. After last week we told Dick we didn’t
want to play with him again.” Frank kindly patted her shoulder.

“Same place as last week?” Walker sat his poker chips on the
kitchen table as Amos loaded the cooler with another case of
cheap beer. He handed Amber one.

“I was just telling Frank, that Fred’s out of town.”

“Shit. We were hoping for both of you to play since we ditched
the asshole,” grunted Amos.

“Well, we’ll just make do with the four of us then,” said Walker
as he squeezed his fat belly into a chair.

“I was hoping for an early night, fellows,” said Amber, but her
eyes were greedily staring at the poker chips, the cards, and the
fifty dollars Walker was removing from his pocket.

“Come on Amber,” said Frank as he sat at the table. “Just a
simple little game. Same rules as last week, fifty dollars only.
I’m sure Fred left you some money.”

“He left me $150 dollars,” she replied. Amber was squeezing her
eyes shut trying to fight the urge to join them at the table.
“But that’s all I have to last the weekend and I need groceries
and gas.”

“Then even if you lose, you’ll still have a hundred bucks to get
by on.” Frank used his foot to push out an empty chair towards
Amber. “But if you win, you’ll have doubled your stake.”

I guess you’re right. Can’t hurt. Can it?” Amber was sweating and
breathing heavy. Her hands were shaking as she left the room to
get to her purse and the money. She retrieved fifty dollars and
returned to the kitchen. Her hands quit shaking as soon as she
sat down at the table and watched her money being turned into
poker chips. She immediately felt better as Walker dealt the
first hand. Amos popped the tab and slid a beer over towards her.

One hour later…

Amber reached into her purse for her final fifty dollars. The
boys had been generous and let her buy some more chips. She was
thankful they were giving her a chance to win her money back. Her
luck had to change soon.  She returned and slid the money towards
Walker who exchanged it for more chips. She was thrilled to win
the next two hands, but then her money started whittling away
again. Frank dealt out a game of seven card stud and the pot
started building. She had two sixes in her hand and there was a
third on the table as well as a pair of sevens. She winced as
Amos raised again. “I don’t have enough.”

“You’re short fifteen,” stated Frank. “Then you’re out.”

“I can’t be out. I won’t have any money to get by this weekend.”
Amber eyes were wide open in fright. Can somebody lone me the
fifteen? I’ll pay you back.”

“You can pay me what Dick got last week,” said Amos.

Amber blushed. “I’m never doing that again. Screw you.” Amos held
up his hands in surrender.

Frank reached out and tapped her hand. “And we’d never make you
do that. Isn’t that right guys?” Frank’s elongated hand
completely covered Amber’s.

“We ain’t pervs,” grunted Walker. “But we is men. I’d give you
fifteen of my winnings if you put on a little something sexy. I’m
thinking that bikini you was wearing while gardening would be
nice.”

“I’m not wearing a bikini to play poker.”

“I’d pay fifteen for that too,” said Amos.

“I’d be lying if I told you I wasn’t interested.” Frank sat back
and sighed. “I guess that’s the offer. I know you don’t want to
do it, so feel free to fold and we’ll go home, but it would sure
make three old men very happy to play cards with such a young a
beautiful woman.”

Walker added, “Plus, you’d have thirty bucks extra to play with.”

Amber thought about it for a minute. Odds were good she would win
this hand and most of her money back. With the extra $30, she
could get all of it back with a few good hands.  Amber pushed her
chair back and stood up. “I’ll be right back.”

Amber returned ten minutes later wearing her robe. She found a
full, cold beer in her spot and tossed it back taking a big swig.
She was already a little drunk and the beer helped build up her
courage. Three pairs of eyes were on her as she undid the belt
and let the robe fall to the floor.

“Jesus!” said Walker.

Amos was cruder, “That is a fucking hot piece of ass.”

“You’re incredible Amber,” said Frank, winking at her. “I’m not
sure this was a good idea. I won’t be able to concentrate on my
cards.”

Amber’s first reaction was to lean forward making herself smaller
which also made her large breasts ponderously dangle down. She
forced herself to stand back up straight. They had already seen
her in the top, but with shorts on. The panties were on the
skimpy side and the reason she kept her crotch shaved. It helped
that the three men were so old and unthreatening. Plus, the way
they were staring at her body was flattering. Amber relaxed and
smiled. “Let’s play cards.”

“First, lets pay you your chips,” said Frank sliding fifteen
across to her as she sat down. The other two followed suit. Amber
slid the fifteen she still owed into the pot. “Amber’s in. Let’s
show them.”

“Full house,” said Amber, "sixes over sevens.”

“I’m out,” Frank flopped his cards down.

“Beats me.” Walker tossed his cards in.

“Full house too,” said Amos grinning. “tens over fives.”

“Shit!” Amber threw her cards on the table. This was getting to
be too much for her. She was holding so many good hands that just
didn’t pay off for her. She took another swig of beer.

The cards went around the table a couple times and Amber won a
few small pots. The beer and the gambling had her horny. She
wished Fred was home to take care of her needs. Of course, he’d
be pissed off at her for gambling, so she was better off spending
an unsatisfied horny weekend alone. Her nipples grew erect as she
pictured her and Fred in bed. She’d felt guilty after the last
poker game and had paid her husband back by blowing him. She
found she actually liked having a penis in her mouth since Dick
Long had made her blow him. “Who was the other man?” she suddenly
blurted out.

“What man?” asked Frank.

“The other man at the poker game,” she replied, wishing she had
kept her mouth shut. “The one who jerked off on me.”

“Guilty,” said Amos, raising his hand.

Amber looked at him, but didn’t see the old black man. Instead,
she saw a big brown cock head staring at her, swollen and angry.
Semen spitted out from the head and splattered on her face before
she took it in her mouth swallowing several mouthfuls of his warm
seed. “Why?”

“Why’d I jerk off on you?” Amos laughed. “How could I not? That
was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. Trust me, these old farts,”
He pointed at Frank and Walker, “probably jerked off the second
they got home.”

Amber saw Walker nod in agreement, though Frank’s face remained
blank. “I didn’t get a good view, but you appeared quite large.”
Amber realized at this point that she was quite drunk.

“Nearly a foot long.” The smirk on Amos’s face suggested that he
was quite proud of it. “Ain’t seen many bigger, but Long Dick’s
got me by another inch.”

“How can they be so big?”

“It‘s a black thing,” said Frank. “Mine’s about a foot too,
though I don’t see it hard that often anymore. I wish I was
seventy again.”

“I guess I’m the baby at ten,” said Walker, “But I’m told mine’s
the thickest anyone’s ever seen.”

“Jesus! I didn’t know.” Amber was staring at her cards, but not
seeing anything as she pictured Dick’s and Amos’ long black cocks
again.

“I take it Fred don’t measure up?” asked Amos.

Amber shook her head not wanting to answer out loud that her
husband wasn’t even half as long as any of theirs. “Do women have
trouble taking something that big?”

“Not at all,” said Amos.

“Most women cum like crazy stuffed with a big cock.” Walker
winked at her and licked his fat lips.

Amber felt uncomfortable again having the fat man ogling her.
Looking at all the superior smirks on the black faces, made her
decide to drop the conversation. “Back to the game. Oh crap, I’m
out again.” Amber held another good hand.

“Well, do you fold?” asked Walker, who was dealing.

“Would you guys be willing to spot me?”

“What’s in it for us?”

Amber’s mind flashed through her assets. She had some jewelry,
but no cash. She needed to win her money back. The pot was pretty
large, enough to keep her in the game. “I’m short twenty dollars.
You guys like this bikini? How about I take the top off?”

“Not fair,” grumbled Walker. “She should have been out a long
time ago.”

“It sounds like a good deal to me,” smiled Amos, looking at her
body as she sat at the table.

“I’m inclined to agree with Walker,” said Frank. “Of course, we
have left Amber here in a bind without any money this weekend. I
feel guilty not giving her a chance to win her money back.” Frank
nodded acknowledging Amber’s grateful smile. “Let’s compromise
and let Amber stay in, but she has to take the entire bikini
off.”

“I can live with that,” said Walker nodding.

“Alright, fine,” said Amber. “It’s a deal. I’m going upstairs to
use the bathroom.” Amber rose and felt all three sets of eyes on
her ass as she walked away. She bent to pick her robe up, and
headed upstairs. She returned shortly with the robe belted
tightly around her waist. The three black men were sitting around
the table expectantly looking at her. One had left the
refrigerator door open. She gulped. “Ok boys, here it goes.” She
dropped the robe.

“Fuck!”

“Her fucking labs are sticking out.”

“Look how faint her saucers are, but her nipples are bright pink.

Amber closed her legs. With her crotch shaved, her female parts
tended to extend out. Her labia and clitoris leaned towards the
large side. “Worth the money?” She almost laughed at the old
men’s reactions. She half expected Frank or Walker to have a
heart attack. Previously, only her husband had seen her nude, but
she no longer felt the least bit self-conscious standing nude
before these men.

“Looks like I got here right on time,” said Dick Long standing up
as he shut the refrigerator door.

Amber stood still looking at the dripping wet black man. He was
shirtless, his muscular chest glistened in the light. Her newly
found exhibitionist streak disappeared and she threw one arm
around her breasts and her other hand over her bare crotch. She
turned and disappeared into the living room.

“Sorry Amber,” called Frank, “He just showed up to play cards.”

“Come back out and lets me see ya,” yelled Dick. “It took me
awhile to track the fellows down and I’m eager to play.”

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

Fred pulled up in front of his house and parked at the curb. He
sat in his car for close to twenty minutes listening to the rain
pound on his roof. He was being foolish. He shouldn’t have turned
around and come home. Now he’d have to spend all those hours
driving back to his conference in the rain. His house appeared
dark except for the kitchen. He could see movement through the
curtains. He decided to peak in and check on Amber before leaving
again.

Fred stepped out of his car and opened his dark umbrella. As he
approached his house, he thought he saw movement near the window.
A dark figure appeared, staring in the kitchen window. Fred snuck
closer and recognized Dick Long. That fucking black pervert is
staring at my Amber, thought Fred. He looked around for a tree
branch or anything he might use as a weapon just in case the guy
was planning on doing more then just peeking. Dick seemed
oblivious to the rain. Fred stood behind a tree for nearly
fifteen minutes watching Dick. He thought he heard voices in the
kitchen, but the rain made it too hard to tell for certain.
Eventually, his side door opened and to Fred’s surprise, old
Frank Beane appeared in the doorway. Frank looked around, saw
Dick and gestured for him to enter the house. As the black man
disappeared inside, Fred stepped up to his window.

The black men were seated at his table playing cards. He watched
Dick pulling off his wet shirt and toss it in the kitchen sink.
Amos took out something from his pocket and passed it around the
room to the other men. They looked like little blue pills. Each
of the men swallowed one and chased it with a sip of beer. Amber
appeared in a robe just as Fred had to bend down to wipe rain
water from his eyes. He heard Amber let out a little scream and
when he looked up, she was gone. Frank called to Amber in the
living room. It sounded like he said, “If you don’t come out
you’re gonna forfeit.”

“Amber! What the fuck are you doing?” Fred whispered as his wife
emerged from the living room. She was completely naked. The only
thing on Amber’s body was her wedding ring. She was holding a
pillow across her chest covering her breasts and crotch.

“Now Amber honey, that wasn’t part of the deal,” said Walker.

Amber dropped the pillow and slid into her chair. She picked up
her cards. Amber grinned and sat up straight which thrust her
breasts out. She reached out and slid the chips towards her. She
seemed cheered by winning the pot. Dick winked at her and sat a
fresh beer in front of her. He took out a wad of cash and bought
himself into the game.

It was obvious to Fred what was going on. The neighbors were
taking advantage of Amber’s gambling addiction and making her pay
off her debts by stripping. If he let this proceed, he had no
doubt they’d want more then just having her nude. Fred took out
his cell and dialed her cell phone. It rang several times. There
was no reaction from Amber. Stupid! Of course, her cell phone was
probably with her clothes and she couldn’t hear it. They hadn’t
bothered hooking up a land line.

Fred stood up straight. He should barge into his house and throw
those black men out. Dick Long had his arms behind his head while
Walker dealt the cards. Dick’s muscles bulged out. His biceps
were huge and it looked like his muscles had muscles on them. His
dark black chest was flexed and Fred thought he could make out
several scars crisscrossing the man’s chest. His mind imagined
Dick in a knife fight in prison. He probably kept a switch blade
in his pocket. He remembered Amos’s iron grip across his throat
last week. Fred’s knees went weak with fear. He couldn’t take
these men. He dropped to his knees in the wet grass and felt the
rain rush over him as he shivered with fear and cowardice. He
would have to trust his wife.

Fred kneeled for ten minutes before regaining the strength to
rise to his feet. He stepped up to the window to watch. Sadly, it
looked like Amber had lost much of the round she had previously
won.

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

“I would take another blow job,” growled Dick.

“I’m never doing that again,” said Amber bravely staring him
straight in the eyes.

“I thinks you was loving it in the end,” said Dick, winning the
stare down as Amber looked away.

“Settle down,” said Frank. “Amber doesn’t have to do anything she
doesn’t want to do. Amber gave Frank another grateful smile. “I
just happen to have some index cards in my pocket.”

“Why do you have index cards in your pocket?” she asked.

“Memory’s going so it helps to write things down.” Frank opened
the cards and passed them over to Amber. “You can use them as
vouchers instead of money.”

“What do you mean? I have nothing of value left and I‘m not
blowing that asshole again.” Amber leered at Dick as the big
black man snorted, but smiled a gap-toothed grin.

“I’m not asking you to do anything you don’t want to do. I was
thinking maybe a hand job.”

“What’s a hand job?”

“You’d jerk one of us off,” said Frank.

“I can’t do that!”

“It’s not like it’s cheating or anything. No big deal really.
Look, I’m just giving you a chance to win your money back.”

“So, I’d just use my hands to get one of you off?”

“We needs some rules,” said Walker. “Like what’s the money value
of a hand job?

“How about fifty dollars?” asked Amber.

“I wouldn’t pay that much,” grunted Walker.

“Ten sounds better,” said Frank and when Amber looked about to
object he added, “take it or leave it.”

“We can’t let her use all the cards either. There’s like fifty in
the pack. If she writes hand job on each card, that’s like three
hundred dollars,” said Walker.

“Five hundred, dumb ass. Alright then,” said Frank. “We set a
maximum of four cards then. One for each male. Deal.”

“Deal,” said the other three black men.

“Deal,” said Amber reluctantly. She was short twenty dollars, so
she wrote ‘hand job’ on two of the cards and put them in the pot.
The black men seemed to eye the cards greedily, but when it was
all over, Amber had won the pot. She slid the poker chips and the
cards over in front of her. She thought about tearing the cards
up now that she had some money, but Frank was already dealing.

“Gimme some better cards next time, Franksandbeans,” said Amos,
folding from the start.

Amber had some decent cards. She looked at her chips. It was $10
to her. She surprised herself by taking a card and throwing it in
the pot. None of the black men objected that she didn’t use her
money. The next bet was only five, so she added chips to the pot.
The last bet was another ten and she tossed the second hand job
card in. “Two pair, kings high,” she said tossing her cards down.

“Three sevens,” said Walker grabbing the pot. “Can we take a
break? I want to cash one of these cards in.”

Amber looked a little sick as she realized what she had done. For
some reason she hadn’t planned on giving this fat old black man a
hand job. Not that she wanted to give any of the others one
either. “How about I just pay you the value of the card?” she
asked.

“How about getting some Vaseline on them hands before you jerk my
dick off?”

Amber blushed and resigned herself to her fate. She went into the
downstairs bathroom and got a jar of Vaseline. Walker and the
other black men had moved to the living room. She realized with
disgust that Walker was shuffling funny like his dick was already
hard, but then the other black men were moving like they had
erections too.

“God damn, I’m looking forward to this,” said Walker. He wiped
his hand across his bald pate. The light reflected off his gold
tooth as he smiled when Amber returned. Walker was wearing brown
corduroy pants. He undid his belt and let them drop to the floor,
kicking his pants off his legs and sliding his shoes off. He then
removed his white boxer shorts, but kept his white socks and
white tee shirt on.

“Fuck Walker,” said Amos. “You wasn’t kidding about having a
thick one.”

“Nope.” Walker squeezed the head of his fully hard cock and
winked at Amber.

Amber was frozen in disgust. She had thought Dick had an ugly
prick, but Walker’s was disgusting. Actually the penis was a
pretty powerful looking tool, it was the rest of Walker that was
disgusting to a young woman like Amber. The penis was thick, no
it was very thick. It was as thick as a coke bottle and looked
like a wrinkly piece of dark sausage. Walker was also
uncircumcised and had the same ugly wrinkly black foreskin that
Dick had. Every now and then, the swollen purple black cock head
would emerge from the foreskin like it was gasping for air. Fluid
appeared around the pee slit and increased in volume each time
the head appeared. The entire penis was completely hard and had a
slight upward curve. It was also covered in swollen blue-black
veins large enough she could see them pulsing. What made it so
disgusting was that the shaft disappeared into an upside down
triangle of fat. The bottom slopes were formed by the black man’s
thick thighs. The top was composed of his prodigious beer gut.
Walker sat down in her recliner and put the seat back. He pulled
his tee shirt up over his big belly and spread his legs. The fat
parted and she could see straight down to the root of his shaft
as it disappeared into a big bush of white pubic hairs. She could
also make out his huge testicles resting against the chair. They
were an ugly wrinkly black like his foreskin and also covered in
white pubic hair.

“When you’re done admiring it, you can get started,” said Walker.

Amber shook her head to break the trance. She scooped up a dollop
of Vaseline and then thinking about how big the monster was, she
scooped up some more. She stared at the big cock as she walked
over to Walker. One of the blacks reached out and squeezed her
bare ass, but she just pulled away not even knowing who did it.
She knelt and reached out her gel coated hand towards the cock.
It jerked at her touch.  It was so thick, there was a two inch
gap between her fingers as she wrapped her hand around it. She
slid her hand up and down the nearly foot long cock, twisting it
around to get the thing fully coated in Vaseline. She used her
other hand to pull the foreskin back until the golf ball sized
head fully emerged. She assumed circumcision wasn’t as common
back when these old men were born.  Walker’s cock could have been
sleek and beautiful without the foreskin. She kept the foreskin
pulled tight as she stroked the shaft faster. Walker groaned and
threw his head back as she worked his cock.

“I’ll give you $40 for that other card,” said Amos. He was awed
watching the sexy young white girl stroking Walker’s fat cock.

“No fucking way,” groaned Walker. “I’m cashing my other one in
tomorrow. This white whore knows how to milk a cock.”

“I’m not a whore,” said Amber angrily and she tried to squeeze
his cock hard enough to hurt him, but it was like she was
squeezing a steel rod.

“You’re jerking me off for money. That makes you a whore.”

“Asshole!” Amber’s strokes grew faster with her anger.

“Walker, you be respectful of the young lady,” said Frank.

Amber smiled gratefully at the kindly old man. When she looked
back at Walker’s cock, the head looked even more swollen and
darker then it had before. She leaned closer to examine it, but
pulled back when she caught a whiff of his smell. Fat men sweated
a lot and his crotch area gave off a pungent smell of body odor.
The pee slit slowly opened and his first wad caught her in the
face almost before she could blink. Another wad splattered above
her nipples. She knew those balls would be producing a lot of
semen and she didn’t want to be covered in the stuff. Amber did
the first thing that came to her mind. She leaned down and placed
the tip of his cock against her lips just in time to take the
third wad in her mouth. Walker bucked his hips and slid about
half his cock head in her mouth. She swallowed it down as her
mouth filled once again still amazed at how hot it was. Black
man’s semen tasted different from her husband’s. Maybe it was
just that the volume was so much greater, but it still tasted
richer then Fred’s sperm. He now reeked of sweat and semen, but
she kept her lips clamped and swallowed several more loads of cum
as her hand stroked his cock dry. When he finished, Amber fell
back on her ass gasping for breath.

“Breaks over,” called Frank, rising from his chair and heading
back to the kitchen. Amos and Dick rose to follow him.

Walker sat up and stood, pulling the shirt down over his belly. 
He grabbed a nearby magazine and fanned his sweat covered face.
“To hot now to get dressed.” The pants-less man shuffled over
towards the kitchen. His dick was every bit as hard now as it had
been when he started.

Outside, a horrified Frank watched his wife wipe off her Vaseline
covered hands on her thighs and stand. She turned towards the
bathroom. He banged on the window to get her attention. Maybe,
she could run to his car to escape these men, but she never heard
him knocking over the rain and he didn’t want to hit any louder
for fear that Dick or Amos would hear him. Amber cleaned the
sperm off her face in the bathroom and returned to the kitchen.
She was still nude and didn’t look the least bit embarrassed any
more. Fred crept back towards the kitchen window.

Amber won a nice hand and lost two before she resorted to using
the cards again. Her old black neighbors had graciously allowed
her to reuse the card Walker had cashed in. Now Frank held a hand
job card and Walker still had his. The other two cards were in
the pot. “I’m still short $5,” she said.

“Write blow job on a card,” growled Dick Long as he apparently
had a good hand.

“I told you I’m not doing that again.”

“You practically sucked Walker back there and you already blew
me. Why not? It ain’t cheating.”

Amber thought about it. She had a good hand, but it was a typical
Frank Beane dealt hand that seemed great, but never paid off.
“No,” she whispered while thinking, ‘I’m not that desperate,
yet.’

“Why not a titty fuck?” Frank snapped his fingers like he thought
it was a brilliant idea. “That should be worth fifteen. It’s no
worse then a hand job either.”

“Deal,” said Amber. She knew what a titty fuck was. Fred had
nearly demanded one from her early in their relationship. Men
were obsessed with breasts sometimes and apparently her large
ones were perfect for sliding a penis between. She smiled as she
pictured Fred kneeling on her chest. His penis had been
completely enveloped by her breasts. She remembered his little
head peeking out and squirting semen on her chest. At that time,
she hadn’t liked the taste of semen and she had worried it might
squirt in her mouth, but the little squirt didn’t have enough
power behind it. It didn’t even reach her neck.

“Deal,” said the other black men.

Amber wrote titty fuck on one of the cards and threw it in the
pot taking ten dollars back only to have Amos raise the stakes
and she had to write out a second card. They showed their hands
and a grinning Dick pulled his winnings towards him. Amber rose
expecting Dick was going to cash in. Embarrassed that he wasn’t
standing up either, she played it off by going to cooler for
another beer. The cold air from the fridge made her nipples stand
out even more. They were so swollen now, they ached.

Amber had to put her remaining money into the next hand as well
as two more titty fuck cards and thankfully she won. She used the
cards to save money and won another hand, but lost a card to
Walker. Eventually, another good hand turned up and she saw her
money and the last titty fuck card disappear in the pot. “Not
enough,” she cried, wondering if her luck was ever going to turn.

“How about an oral sex card?” asked Frank who was the only one
who hadn’t folded against her hand and who had also dealt her
another good hand.

“I don’t want to go down on one of you again.”

“You misunderstand. We would go down on you.”

“No way,” Amber said crinkling up her face. “I don’t even let
Fred do that.”

“Not interested. No deal,” said Walker. “I’d rather have her
write up some more hand job or titty fuck cards.”

“No,” said Frank. “We established a four card only rule.”

“I don’t like it either,” added Dick. “I say make it a blow job
or she’s out.”

“My friends don’t understand the joys of going down on a woman.
If you wish to stay in Amber, I’ll make you a deal. Since the
cavemen here aren’t interested,  I’ll trade you $80 for four oral
sex cards.”

“I think it sounds disgusting too, but alright, deal.” Amber
wrote out 4 cards and traded them for the money. This was a good
stake and she stood a chance of winning some back. She put what
she owed in the pot and was delighted when she won, though Frank
never showed his cards as he threw them down.

“Lets break,” said Dick standing. “This fucking hard on is
killing me. “I’m cashing in a card.”

Amber followed the shirtless Dick into her living room. He turned
around and stared at her as he began pulling his jeans off. He
kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants. The black
man’s enormous cock was sticking straight up through the
waistband of his briefs. He quickly pulled the briefs down and
the heavy cock fell forwards. Dick’s thirteen inch black log
angled down slightly, a victim of it’s immense size. “How do we
do this?’ she asked.

“Get on the floor and lay on your back.” Dick grabbed the
Vaseline from where she had left it earlier and began coating his
cock. Once it glistened in the lamplight, he was satisfied it had
enough lubrication. He stepped over the prone white wife and
keeled down over her belly. Amber’s D-cups tended to fall to the
sides when she was flat on her back. Dick hefted them and
squeezed them together around his cock. A spasm of arousal shot
down to her pussy as his black hands squeezed her breasts. Amber
was immediately struck by the difference between Dick and when
Fred had done this to her. Where her breasts had completely
engulfed Fred’s little penis, Dick’s looked like a big black
sausage stuffed between two white buns. He began sliding his cock
through her breasts. There was also the difference between Fred’s
thin build and Dick’s weightlifter physique. This black man too
stunk of sweat, but it was a more manly stink like one you get
from a good workout as opposed to Walker’s unwashed stench. She
arched her head to watch his thrusts. The foreskin would catch in
her breasts and with every thrust the big plum sized purple head
would stretch forth shooting little spurts of precum. Dick
adjusted his legs and his cock began beating against her chin.
Amber turned her head sideways to avoid the beating until his
cock was now sliding over her cheek.

“I’m cashing in a card too,” said Frank, strolling past her.

Amber felt her legs being pulled apart and blushed as she
imagined Frank and maybe the others staring up into something
only her gynecologist had seen before. The skinny eighty year old
black man wormed his way between her legs. She struggled a little
when she felt Frank’s hot breath against her pussy., but Dick’s
weight held her still. She winced in disgust as one black man’s
cock head left a slimy trail across her cheek and another black
man old enough to be her great grandfather prepared to lick her
pussy. When it came, Amber’s pussy spasmed at the shock and she
gasped.

“Feels good don’t it?” asked Frank, blowing on her clit. He
chuckled then licked her large engorged clit, flickering his
tongue back and forth over it.

Amber’s face was frozen in a state of shock. She had no idea that
this would feel so good or she would have made Fred do it years
ago. Frank’s tongue felt amazingly prehensile as it teased her
labia and licked up and down her slit. Amber’s hips started
raising into his tongue of their own volition as he thrust it
deep inside her pussy. The old black man’s tongue felt nearly as
large her husband’s penis did when he was inside her. Her arousal
grew when Frank replaced his tongue with two fingers and used his
tongue to tease her clit again while pumping his fingers in and
out of her. “Ah ah,” moaned Amber continuing to whimper. “Oh god,
I’m going to cum. I can’t stand it. I’m cumming!” Amber raised
her hips as fast as she could with Dick’s weight on her. Her
pussy clamped down around Frank’s fingers and coated them with
fluid. Amber hadn’t orgasmed much in her life and this had been
her biggest. Frank never stopped. He continued fingering and
licking her and she could feel the pressure to cum building
again.

Amber didn’t know how to repay Frank for the wonderful feelings
between her legs. She wanted to kiss him thank you, but she was
trapped on the floor. She instead showed her gratitude to the
closest thing male that she could find. Amber angled her head
around so that Dick’s thrusting cock slid up over her face and
lips. She held her tongue out and was rewarded with a groan from
the black man as she licked the underside of Dick’s cock. He
paused and pulled back so that she could kiss and lick around the
big purple cock head. It was swollen and engorged. He was close
to shooting his load and couldn’t hold it for long. He began
thrusting again and she continued licking his cock wishing the
Vaseline wasn’t coating his manly taste. Frank had another trick
up his sleeve. Amber now had her legs splayed open and it was
easy for him to bring his other hand around and push one finger
against her ass. Amber gasped with surprise, but couldn’t control
her body as the finger teased her tight rosebud. Meanwhile, Dick
had taken advantage of her gasp to push his cock head between her
lips. One of the other black men helped Amber by pushing a small
pillow from her couch under her head. Dick’s cock head was now
pushing into her mouth with each thrust and she licked it each
time it entered her. Finally, when she thought she couldn’t stand
being teased anymore, Frank pushed his finger past her anus and
deep into her ass. As disgusting as she would have thought that
sounded fifteen minutes ago her body exploded with an even bigger
orgasm then the first one just as Dick’s cock exploded in her
mouth. Amber wanted to scream in pleasure, but almost choked on
the voluminous load of semen shooting from Dick’s cock. He
continued thrusting, each time he pulled back, semen would
splatter across her face until it once again entered her mouth
and she could gulp that load down. Dick quit thrusting and paused
with his cock against her lips jerking the remaining sperm from
his shaft.

Amber stretched and groaned with pleasure as Dick climbed off of
her. He looked like a giant standing over her and just like
Walker’s, his cock remained rock hard and fully erect after
cumming. Dick stepped over her and she could see Frank grinning
at her. The entire lower half of his face was coated with her
juices. He winked at her and turned to enter her bathroom to wash
his hands and face. Amber climbed to her feet when he was done
and entered the bathroom to clean all the sperm Dick had blasted
across her face. It was nearly 3:00am when she returned to the
kitchen. The black men were sitting around cutting the cards.
Like Walker, Dick hadn’t put his pants back on. She could see
both their cocks sticking up erect under the table. Amber looked
at her cards as Amos dealt.

Several hands later, Amber had a decent stack of chips and a good
hand. She decided to save her money. The hand was down to her and
Amos. She threw a $10 hand job card in the pot and a $15 titty
fuck card, but still owed $25. Amber took another blank card out
and wrote $25 blow job on it. The black men watched with
interest. “I thought you weren’t going to do that again?” asked
Amos.

Amber shrugged. “Oral sex isn’t as disgusting as I once thought.
Besides, I’ve already tasted two of you tonight and the only
difference between it and a hand job is using my mouth instead of
my hands. It’s not like it’s cheating. Would you rather have the
money?” Amber made to slide the card back towards her.

Amos grabbed it and slid the card back into the pot. “Keep it
in,” he told her. He laid his cards down to show his hand.

“Damn, I can’t catch a break tonight,” she said.

“Sorry,” said Amos. “Maybe next hand, but right now, I’d like to
cash this card in. My cock fucking needs some release too. Amber
stood up from the table, but instead of getting up, Amos just
pushed his chair back and spread his legs while he unbuttoned his
pants.

Amber kneeled on the cold tile floor of her kitchen and waited.
Amos slid his pants down under his ass. She could see the big
tent in his underwear. “It looks uncomfortable,” she said.

“Damn right, it’s fucking uncomfortable. Well get to it.”

He obviously wanted her to take it out. Amber leaned forward and
reached for his underwear. She paused and crinkled her nose. His
underwear was covered in old yellowish urine stains. She reached
out for just the waistband, pulling it out and down. Amos’ huge
black cock shot up past his belly button. Amber forgot about the
dirty underwear and grabbed it tight to pull it down around Amos’
ankles. His near foot long cock was perfectly straight and stuck
out from a batch of gray pubic hair. It was dark brown and the
wrinkled foreskin was taut around his cock head with about half
the head sticking out. It had a long urethra and she pictured the
long pee slit opening to spit his seed in her face from last
week. Amos removed his shirt as she grasped his penis and began
stroking his shaft. At one time, Amos had probably been nearly as
big and muscular as Dick Long, but age had caused his muscles to
tighten up and shrink. He was still incredibly fit for a man in
his seventies.

Amber pulled the foreskin all the way down as she leaned forward
and completely engulfed the knobby cock head in her mouth. Amber
ran her tongue all the way around the head and was rewarded by a
groan from Amos. His groan encouraged her and she bobbed her head
with increasing frequency.

“Suck that black cock, bitch.”

Amber furrowed her brows as she continued bobbing her head.
Whoever had said that sounded like Frank, though it didn’t seem
like something the kindly old black man would say. The head was
in her throat now and she had swallowed nearly half the foot long
shaft. Amos’ crotch stank too, but it was the manly smell like
Dick’s and she didn’t mind it.

“Integrate her mouth with that black cock.”

‘Damn, these men could be crude,’ though Amber. She could manage
nearly three quarters of his cock now, but her throat was feeling
stretched and hurting. She settled for sucking half his shaft
while stroking the remaining half.

“How’s it feel to be drinking from a blacks only water fountain,
slut?”

Amber actually paused and looked up. It still sounded like Frank,
but he was sipping from a beer. He didn’t even seem that
interested in the show. When he put down the beer, he picked up
the deck of cards and idly started shuffling them. Walker and
Dick were staring intently at her blowing Amos. “Please stop it
with the name calling,” she said, before returning to Amos’ cock.


Fuck,” groaned Amos. “She’s good at this.” He grabbed her head
and began guiding it up and down his shaft.

That comment didn’t bother Amber. It made her feel proud. She
redoubled her efforts, moving even faster then Amos was guiding
her. Amber was swallowing more than she had last week. He
released her head and let her set her own faster pace. His cock
swelled and spat. A stream of sperm slid down her throat. She
pulled back to taste him and felt her mouth fill before she
gulped it down. After several more gulps, she stroked his cock
several more times to get any remaining sperm out of it. She kept
stroking after the last drop had been squeezed out just to make
sure. She pulled back and gasped for breath. She licked her lips
and was pleased to find that she hadn’t spilt a drop. Amber had
now tasted four men and she felt she could detect the difference
blindfolded. All of them had tasted good. Fred’s had been just a
tease, a little tea spoon and not as rich. Walker’s had been rich
and tangy and she even felt she could taste some beer or whiskey.
Dick’s semen was the best. It was rich and full. Where Fred’s
semen was like liquid, Dick’s was more solid like pudding. Amos
was close to Dick’s. It tasted great and there was a lot of it,
but it also seemed a little stale, possibly do to Amos’ age.

Amber returned to her seat and took a swig of beer. Frank was now
the only one fully clothed. The rest were naked, though Walker
still had a tee shirt on to cover his fat belly. Walker’s cock
was jutting out and Amber reached over to squeeze the head and
give it a friendly little stroke. Amber no longer found their
uncut cocks ugly. They were amazing in their own way. She pulled
back a little shocked by her actions. Walker chuckled and winked
at her. Amber bent her head and was surprised to see that the
three cocks under the table were still quite hard. “What, did you
guys all pop some Viagra or something?”

The four black men laughed. “Let’s play cards,” said Frank.

Amber had a good hand then two bad hands and another good one.
She used up her remaining hand job card and two titty fucks.
Frank wouldn’t take her oral sex card back since he still had
three and none of the other men seemed interested in them. Amos
won two more blow jobs from her, then Frank got one, and Dick got
the last one. “Anyone want to…” Amber shut up. She had been about
to ask if one of them wanted to cash in a card and there was an
eagerness in her voice. ‘My god, what’s happening to me,’ she
thought. She had fifty dollars in front of her. That means she
had lost one hundred. Amber did the math on the cards. Four hand
jobs was forty, plus sixty for the titty fuck cards made it
another hundred. She was out three hundred dollars total when you
added in the blow job cards and even more if you counted selling
the oral sex cards to Frank. So much for a friendly fifty dollar
game. What was left for her to sell?”

“What’s it to ya?” asked Walker.

“What?” Amber focused back on the game, the pot had been raised
above her stakes again. “I don’t have enough.”

“Duh! What’s it to ya,” said Walker. “You owe a hundred, but only
have fifty.”

“I’m willing to fuck you if you write that on a card,” said Dick.

“How generous,” said Amber, sarcastically, though she was filled
with shame when her pussy twitched. “No sex. I can’t commit
adultery on Fred.”

“How about letting us fuck your ass then?” Dick stood and got
another beer from the fridge.

Amber stared at him in horror. “Those things would rip my ass in
two.” She was surprised to see that the clock on the wall near
Dick said it was nearly five in the morning.

“Nah,” said Amos. “We’d be gentle. It does take some getting used
to, but you’d learn to love it.”

“How’s $35 sound?” asked Frank.

“No way,” she replied. “Maybe $50.”

“Deal,” said Frank.

“Deal,” repeated Amos, Walker, and Dick together.

Amber thought about having Dick’s monster shoved into her ass and
she shivered. Then she thought about Walker’s thick shaft and she
shuddered in fear. Frank‘s finger had been the only thing ever
shoved in her ass. It had been disgusting, but it had triggered a
huge orgasm. “Deal,” she replied reluctantly. This was her last
hope. She vowed that this game would go no further. Amber
surprised herself again. She wrote anal sex on two cards and
threw them in the pot, allowing herself to keep the cash she had.
It was a foolish decision. She should have waited to see if she
could handle one ass fuck before putting two on the table. Pain
might actually trump her gambling addiction.

Amos won the hand. “My lucky night,” he laughed pulling the chips
and cards towards him. Amber just slumped over in her chair. Amos
waved six cards at the group. He held a hand job, and titty fuck,
two blow jobs, and now two anal sex cards. “I’m cashing in.”

Amber looked down at the card Amos threw in front of her. It was
an anal! Amos stood and held his hand out to her. She looked at
his straight foot long cock sticking out from his white haired
pubes and she shuddered again. She had just given the old fellow
a blow job and he was ready to stick his cock in her ass. Amber
reached up and took his hand. He led her to their living room and
the other blacks followed. Amos had her brace her legs as she
leaned over the edge of the couch. He had her reach around behind
her and spread her ass cheeks apart. The old black man retrieved
the Vaseline and whistled happily as he lubricated his shaft.

The old men were gathered behind her and Amber winced at the
image she must be presenting to them. Her tight puckered
sphincter was on display for them as was her clearly aroused
slit. Even as she thought about it, one of them reached out and
gave her clit a little squeeze that sent a spasm of desire up her
back. She was about to object when she felt Amos move into
position. He forced her to spread her legs apart and for a moment
his shaft slid between her thighs and pressed against her labia.
“Move them hands back to spread them cheeks,” he growled at her.
Amber adjusted herself and moaned as she felt Amos’ cock move a
little. The head came back and slid along her pussy lips,
pressing against the entrance to her vagina. She was so acutely
aware of it’s presence, that she felt her own pussy stretch out
over the tip of Amos’ cock and leak fluid on it. For a brief
moment, she thought Amos was about to shove it inside her, but
instead he pulled back and the head now slid upwards over her ass
cheeks. Amber’s breasts mashed into the back of her couch as her
hands pulled her ass cheeks apart.

Amos had left a big dollop of Vaseline on his finger and he
spread the gel around her anus. He moved his big finger in a
circular motion, counter clockwise, the tip of his finger moving
deeper with each circular movement. “Aaagh,” cried Amber, as the
large finger pushed through her rosebud.  Amos’s hands were meaty
and thick, so that his finger was larger then Frank’s more
elongated fingers. He still moved his finger around as he pushed
it deeper. “Just preparing you for the real thing,” he said when
Amber groaned again. Amos’ finger was probably as big as her
husband’s penis and she felt a brief twinge of guilt at what she
was doing. She felt the knuckle move past her anus and his finger
couldn’t go any further. Her own knuckles turned white as they
gripped her ass cheeks. Amos slid his finger in and out, moving
it faster and much to her surprise, Amber found herself pushing
her ass back into his thrusting finger. Amos seemed to take that
as a cue and he pulled his finger out. Finally, she felt his cock
head press down upon her sphincter and push against it. “Oooww,”
she grunted as it pushed into her. It wasn’t as bad as she would
have thought and then she felt his shaft slide along her pussy
slit again. It was only Amos’ thumb in her ass. The thumb was
wider then his finger, but it couldn’t push as deep. She became
accustomed to the thickness quicker then she would have
suspected. Amos continued sliding his shaft along her lips and
Amber could feel her pussy practically dripping lubrication on
it. She was borderline mad with horniness at this point. She half
wished Amos would forget about her ass and just shove that big
black cock deep into her pussy. She couldn’t let that happen
though, but maybe she could convince Frank to go down on her
again before they left.

Amos pulled his thumb out and this time pushed two fingers in.
“Oh shit!” cried Amber. “It’s ripping my ass.” Her ass, however,
did stretch wider for the larger invader. Much to Amber’s
surprise, the pain only lasted momentarily and actually felt
mildly pleasant. Amos began jack hammering her anus with his two
fingers and his thumb slid down to her pussy, pressing inside it
and running around in little circular motions. Amber found her
hips bucking into his thrusting fingers and thumb. “Oh god! Oh
god, I’m ready now. Do it! Hurry. Please! Shove that black cock
in my ass.” Amber’s face flushed with shame and she was thankful
the black men were standing behind her. She had just begged for
him to ass fuck her!

Amos pulled his fingers out and this time there was no doubt
about what it was pressing against her anus. “Aargh! No! No!
Wait! It’s too big,” she cried as the big head pushed past her
sphincter. Amber gripped her ass cheeks tighter, trying to spread
them wider, but knowing that it wouldn’t help the pain.
Thankfully, Amos waited with just the cock head in her ass until
she grew used to it. It seemed like several minutes, but Amber
eventually said, “I’m alright now. Go on.” Amos shoved and his
steel hard shaft seemed to bend a little before sliding in
deeper. “Ow!,” groaned Amber again as the thick part of the shaft
pushed past her anus. She was thankful for the Vaseline as Amos
began shoving his cock back and forth in her ass. Amber grunted
with each forward thrust as the head seemed to reach new depths
every time. Her breasts were hurting smashed against the sofa.
Amber released her ass cheeks and brought her hands up to grip
the sofa back. She pushed herself up and once again, to her
surprise, she found herself pushing back into Amos’ thrusts, her
teeth gritted as she fucked him back.

“Bitch likes it,” said Dick.

“She’s taken nearly nine inches,” said Walker in disbelief.

“Harder,” ordered Amber. Something had snapped in her. She liked
their cocks. She liked sucking their big black cocks. She liked
swallowing their semen. She wanted Amos to fuck her ass. “Shove
that black cock up my white ass. Fuck my ass, Amos. Give it to me
good.”

“You gots it, slut,” growled Amos, who began fucking her ass as
fast as he would have fucked her pussy. “Angle isn’t right,” he
said after a few minutes. Amos gripped her hips and kept his cock
deep in her ass as he pulled her back off the couch. He turned
them away from the couch and lowered both their bodies to their
knees. Then he pushed Amber’s back until she fell down on all
fours. “You want this black cock?” he asked thrusting his hips.

“Yes, fuck my ass,” she begged.

“You like having this black cock shoved up your asshole?”

“I love it. Fuck my ass with your black cock, Amos.”

“Think how a big black cock would feel stuffed in that tight
white pussy of yours,” he said as he started fucking her ass
again.

“Yes…would feel good… can’t do that,” she moaned, but the image
of having one of their big cocks fucking her pussy filled her
head and surprisingly her vision. She realized Dick Long had
kneeled in front of her and was lining his huge cock up with her
mouth.

“I’m cashing in,” he said, pushing his big cock head past her
lips.

Never in Amber’s wildest dreams had she ever imagined this would
be happening to her. She had never even fantasized about multiple
partners, let alone two old black men shoving their dicks down
her throat and ass. More surprising to her was the fact that it
didn’t bother her at all. She liked having two cocks in her at
once. The only problem was that she wanted to cry out with
pleasure at having her ass fucked, but it was hard to do while
sucking Dick’s massive cock. Nor could she do a good job sucking
it, but Dick seemed content to keep the head in her mouth while
he stroked the rest of his shaft. Amber grunted around Dick’s
cock as she felt Amos’s cock swell in her ass. The huge head
seemed to grow so big it jammed in her ass. Amos pushed it as
deep as it would go and suddenly her bowels felt hot and wet as
they filled with his semen. Amos’ cock continued pumping her ass
for of sperm and Amber could actually feel it shrink and recede a
little, though it remained quite hard and he kept it in her ass.

Amber turned her full attention on the cock in her mouth. She
sucked and bobbed her head as fast as she could. Dick helped her
by grabbing her hair and helping to move her head along. He
bucked his hips too fucking her mouth with his shaft. They kept
this up for at least fifteen minutes before his thrust grew more
erratic and the black man groaned as his cock swelled up. His
load still caught her off guard and sperm trickled out of her
mouth. Amber swallowed as fast as she could adding yet another
load of hot semen to the ones already filling her belly.

Dick didn’t pull out until the last drop of sperm had shot from
his cock. When he did remove it, an exhausted Amber fell forward
and Amos’s cock plopped up out of her ass. His semen followed his
cock up and out, flowing up and spilling out of her butt hole.
His seed trickled down to coat her engorged labia and covering
her clit until it dripped down into her carpet. Amber stayed on
the floor regaining her strength. Dick and Amos both cleaned up
in the bathroom. When they were done, she finally pushed herself
to her feet and went to clean herself up. The four old black men
grinned at her when she finally returned and rejoined them at the
table. Walker dealt the cards.

Amber had fifty in chips as well as a blow job card to sell back
and three anal. The cards were worth $160. She was shaking with
lust to win this game and some of her money back. She should quit
now and try to get by on the fifty, but she also knew she
couldn’t. She played a few hands, mostly using the cards to save
her chips. She cringed when Walker won an anal off her. She
couldn’t imagine what his thick monster would feel like. She won
some more chips, then lost the blow job card to Frank, giving him
two. The poor old black man hadn’t gotten off yet and she hoped
he would cash it out, but he just pulled it into his pile of
chips. Amber squirmed in her seat. She’d thought she’d gotten it
all, but her ass continued to leak semen and she found herself
sitting in a little pool of it.

Amber winced when she looked at her cards. Frank had dealt her
yet another great hand. It was too good to fold on. She held
three jacks in a game of five card draw. The pot was growing big
again as nobody had folded. At the rate they were going, she
would be out of money yet again. She threw an anal into the pot
and then another anal as the old black men continued to raise.
She turned in two cards, but the new ones didn’t help her any.
Finally, as she knew it would, someone raised over her limit.
“Fuck,” she cursed, picking up some of their vocabulary.

“Looks like you’re finally out,” said Frank. “Sorry, we tried to
do you a favor and everything. Unless…”

“Unless, I let one of you fuck me.”

“Yep,” agreed Frank, “and I know you don’t want that. Unless you
think you got a really good hand.”

“I have a great hand, but I can’t let it go that far. I already
feel like a slut for doing what I did with you guys.”

“Then you mights as well go put yo clothes back on,” growled
Dick. “The we can finish our game.”

“I’ll let you borrow some food to get by this weekend.” Frank
winked as he once again patted her hand.

“Times up.” Dick impatiently banged his fist on the table. “If
you’re done, don’t bother dressing, I’m gonna use another titty
fuck card when we is done here.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna fuck me that white ass too,” said Walker
happily.

“I can’t fold,” cried Amber, putting her head in her hands and
sobbing. She had the shakes bad, her addiction was upon her. She
had to see their cards.

“You know,” said Frank with his hand on his chin as if deep in
thought. “If we didn’t cum inside you it wouldn’t be cheating. It
wouldn’t be much different then sticking our dicks in your ass or
mouth.”

“I don’t know,” said Amber, raising her head up to look at the
men.

“I bet you is dying to know what a man sized cock feels like
shoved up yo pussy.” Dick was grinning as he spoke. His missing
teeth made him look evil as he said it.

Amber ignored him and looked at Frank. “What would it be worth, a
hundred?”

“I fucked you ass for only fifty.” Amos was shaking his head.

“Seventy five then,” said Frank staring at Amber until she nodded
yes.

“And you won’t cum in me?” she asked.

“Deal,” said Frank. The three other black men agreed on the
amount.

Amber’s hands were shaking as she took up a pen and index card.
She wrote, “The bearer of this card can fuck me, but must pull
out before he cums. Seventy-five dollar value.”

“You worried about getting pregnant?” asked Walker.

“No, I’m on the pill. I just don’t want to betray my husband or
our marriage vows. What do I owe?”

 “Twenty-five to the pot,” said Frank.

The four old black men leaned forward with anticipation as Amber
pushed her card into the pot and counted out fifty in chips for
her change. “Call,” said Amber. She laid down her three jacks.
Walker threw his cards down face up. Amber frowned to see that he
only had a ten high. Why did he keep raising with only a ten
high? Amos saw her frowning and threw his cards down face down.

“Three queens,” said Dick. “Lets go fuck now, bitch.” The dark
black muscular black man stood up from the table. Amber shivered
at how menacing his ugly black cock looked. The thing was as
rampant as ever and seemed to be dripping precum in anticipation.

“Not so fast,” said old man Frank. “Full house, sixes over twos.”

“What the fuck!” Dick looked furious and Amber cringed in fear
for the old black man. “I was supposed to win that hand.”

“You win some and you lose some,” said Frank, standing up from
the table. “I’d like to cash in my card now, Mrs. Gertz.” Frank
followed the nude woman back into the living room.

Amber sat on the carpeted floor and watched Frank undress. Here
was a black man old enough to be her great grandfather stripping
so he could fuck her and she found herself a little eager. He
unbuttoned his shirt as quickly as old arthritic hands could
move. His chest was as long and skinny as the rest of him. His
ribs were visible, but his belly bulged out a  little. Wispy
patches of gray hair covered his chest. “You sure you want to do
this?” she asked.

“There’s nothing I want more,” he replied, pulling his belt out
of their loops.

“But what about your wife?”

“Her pussy’s been dried up for years.” . Amber wrinkled her nose.
Frank could be as crude as the rest of the old black men. “I’m
glad it’s you,” she said. Frank had been the nicest of the bunch.

Frank smirked at her. He didn’t look excited or eager. He looked
angry as he stepped out of his pants. “I’m glad it’s me too.”
Frank pulled his underwear down and his cock flopped out.

Amber gasped at the sight of it. His cock really wasn’t any
bigger then Amos’, but it looked huge sticking out of Frank’s
skinny body. The word that came to mind to describe it, was
‘old.‘ Frank’s cock looked old. His cock was blacker then his
skin and his foreskin was the blackest of all. It appeared more
wrinkled like a prune then the other’s foreskins. His shaft
sprung forth from a large patch of pure white pubic hair that
covered his crotch and balls. Frank pulled the foreskin back and
the big cock head looked as wrinkled as the foreskin. It wasn’t
hard like the other black men, though it was erect. It looked
kind of sad, like the poor thing was straining to fully harden.
“Let me see what I can do,” she said. Amber took his cock in her
mouth and sucked on the tip. It did grow a little, but it still
remained floppy.  Amber took his cock as deep as it would go down
her throat. She looked up at him to see if he was enjoying it,
but he still looked angry.

“Enough,” growled Frank. “Get on your back and spread them legs.”

Frank kneeled between Amber’s legs. She spread them wide, no
longer embarrassed showing off her insides to these men. Frank
placed his cock head against the entrance to her pussy and
pushed. His shaft bent and the head was too big to easily slide
inside her. The old man squeezed the base to make it as harder
and tried again, but the shaft still bent.

“We could try again some other time,” said Amber. She tried to
look understanding and smiled at the old man.

“Fuck that, slut,” he growled back. “I’ve been waiting my whole
like to turn out some white pussy for the black man.” Frank
grabbed the base of his cock and smacked it across her labia.
“White whore,” he moaned smacking it down hard again.

“Frank!”

“Shut up, bitch.” Frank smacked his cock down again and again.
“I’m going to ruin that white pussy.” SMACK “You’ll be begging
for black cock when I’m done with ya.” SMACK “Fuckin’ slut for
black cock.” SMACK

“Oh god, Frank,” she moaned. Having her privates whipped by his
cock stung a little, but her pussy was responding to it. Her
genitals spasmed with each smack. She raised her hips up each
time he brought his cock down. Each time he smacked her, his cock
hardened a little. He grinned in triumph as the old prick turned
as stiff as the younger men’s cocks.

“Time to integrate that white pussy.” Frank pushed his cock down
again and pressed the fat head against her pussy. This time her
lips opened around it and the head slipped inside. Both the
skinny old black man and the young white woman moaned as his cock
entered her.

“Oh Frank, it’s so big,” she cried as he pushed it in deeper.
“God, I’m so full.”

“Feel good, slut?”

“It’s filling me so much. I love it.”

“That’s a black cock stuffing that tight pussy of yours.”

“I love it. I love your black cock. Fuck me Frank. Fuck me with
your big black cock.” Amber grabbed his hips and pulled him
deeper. “Ow, fuck! You’re in my womb.”

Frank watched his entire shaft disappear inside the young white
woman. His old gray pubes tickled her shaved crotch. He held it
buried for a few minutes, savoring her youth, her heat, and
wetness. He held her knees in his arms and began fucking her
hard. He could have stared at the beautiful young white woman
forever, but for some reason he closed eyes. Years of
discrimination flashed through his mind. He was a sailor again,
enlisting to fight the Koreans, but finding himself peeling
potatoes for four years. He was sitting at the back of the bus
with the other blacks, drinking from a blacks only fountain. He
was cleaning restrooms hoping the white man might toss a dime in
his tin after they washed their hands. He was paid  five dollars
a week to do a magic act that his family wasn’t allowed to watch
because the nightclub was whites only. He befriended Sammy Davis
Jr., the most talented of the bunch, but even he wasn’t accepted
until Sinatra pushed for him. Little things filled his memories.
Taxis wouldn’t stop for him. He couldn’t shop without being
followed by suspicious clerks. At church, Pastor Jeb Wright
preached on and on about how the white Roman had oppressed Jesus,
a man of color. All Frank’s anger and frustration was poured into
the hard fucking he was now giving Amber Gertz.

When Frank snapped out of his daze, he opened his eyes and looked
once more at Amber. Her head was thrown back and her mouth open
in a silent scream of ecstasy. Her eyes were rolled up in her
head. He looked down her body at his cock pistoning in and out of
her pussy. He hadn’t seen himself move that fast in twenty years.
With each thrust, her juice squirted out to soak their crotches.
Her pussy was gripping and blowing up around his cock. She was
cumming like crazy. With one final thrust he pushed his cock
forward and watched her wince as he emptied his balls in her
womb. She didn’t seem to object. Instead, she gripped his hips
and tried to pull him in deeper as he pussy continued to cum with
each jerk of his cock.

Frank felt his cock soften again. This time it shrunk back to
normal. Even the Viagra couldn’t keep his old cock plump for
long. He fell back and his shaft plopped out of her pussy
releasing a torrent of semen. His balls didn’t produce as much as
they used to, but it was still a lot more then hubby could have
put in her womb. Frank gasped for breath and for a minute he felt
he might be having a heart attack. He fell to the carpet until he
could gain his strength back.

“You ok, Frank?” asked Walker.

“Fine,” the old man gasped.

“That was amazing,” moaned Amber, stretching on the floor. She
squeezed her breasts and moaned again. The black men stared at
her awed by her beauty.  Amber stood and stretched again. She
looked different. Her hair was mussed. They all sensed the
change. The young white wife no longer looked innocent. She
looked wanton and she had never looked sexier. “I’m going to
clean up. See you guys at the table.

“It’s light out,” stated Amber, returning to the table, the
morning sun shining through the curtains. Frank had just finished
dressing himself. He moved slower and actually appeared older,
but then the long night was probably catching up on him. Amber
and the other men remained nude.

Amos dealt a hand. Amber wrote, ‘the bearer of this card can fuck
me,” and the value on an index card. This time she left out the
part about not cumming inside her. Walker won the hand and the
card. The thought of the fat ugly black man fucking her didn’t
turn her off. Her pussy muscle tightened as she wondered what his
thick cock might feel like. She won a few hands and even won a
nice sized pot off Frank, but the old man seemed exhausted like
he was no longer concentrating. She lost another Fuck card to
Walker and finally the last fuck two cards to Dick. Amber had
maybe forty in chips left. “Lets call it a night,” she said,
hoping to get by on the little money she had left. The truth was,
she had swallowed so much sperm that night, she felt she could go
without groceries all weekend.

“I’m cashing in a card,” said Dick, standing and throwing down a
fuck card at her. “But first I gotta go drain this monster. Hard
to piss when it’s this stiff. Be ready when I get back.”

Walker watched him leave. “Come on Amber, I’m cashing in too.”
The fat black man pulled the white woman back into her living
room. He sat down on the couch and spun her around. He pulled
Amber back into his lap and his cock slipped inside her.

“Oh that’s good,” groaned Amber. “I love that thick black cock of
yours, Walker.”

Walker pulled her until her back arched over his fat gut. He
turned her head to kiss him while his beefy black hands reached
around to paw at her breasts.

“What the fuck?” growled an angry Dick Long as he came out of the
bathroom.

Walker quit kissing Amber. “Ya snooze ya lose,” cackled the fat
old man.

“You piss and you miss,” corrected Amos, laughing.

Frank and Walker laughed too, but Dick still looked pissed. “Well
get my cock ready for you,” grunted Dick. He stepped up and Amber
bent forward to take him in her mouth.

Amber tried to give Dick a good blow job, but she couldn’t
concentrate with Walker’s fat cock sliding in and out of her
pussy as she bounced in his lap. She licked around Dick’s cock
head as she bounced as fast as she could. She could feel Walker’s
cock hardening, swelling as he prepared to cum. She timed it just
right and slammed her pussy down hard on his cock just as he
exploded in her womb. Amber ground her pussy into Walker’s crotch
as she had another large orgasm as his cock spurted inside her.

When Amber was certain, Walker had quit squirting cum, she
climbed off his lap. “How do you want me?” she asked Dick.

“Cleaned up,” he replied, pointing at the bathroom.

Amber nodded and returned to her bathroom. She figured that
before this day was over, she would have used up an entire roll
of toilet paper cleaning sperm off her body. When she returned to
her living room, Dick was lying on his back and holding his cock
straight up. She smiled. This was one of her favorite positions.

Amber straddled Dick’s waist and lowered herself down on his
cock. The eyes rolled up in her head again as she slowly worked
the length of Dick’s shaft inside her. They didn’t call him long
dick for nothing. “Your cock feels so good in my pussy,” she
groaned, as his cock completely buried itself. “This is the best
cock ever.“ Amber purred as she ground her pussy around his
shaft. She ran her hands over Dick’s hard muscular chest while he
reached up to squeeze and tease her nipples. “Fuck me, Dick. Fuck
me with that big black cock,” she moaned bouncing in his lap.
Dick’s cock was the best ever and Amber came several more times
as she rode him. She felt him playing with her asshole, but then
realized that his hands had never left her breasts. She glanced
behind her to see Amos lining up his big cock to fuck her ass
again. Her eyes widened with shock as he pushed it inside her.
Her ass opened easily for him this time and the pain was only
fleeting. Dick held her still and began bucking his hips up to
fuck her while Amos alternated thrusts with him. Sometimes they
would slip up and thrust together, their cocks fighting for space
in her pussy and ass.  She came once and it was like a damn had
burst. The double penetration had her pussy cumming again and
again. Amber’s mouth was open in a perpetual moan until someone
took advantage of it and thrust his cock in it.

Amber looked up Frank’s body.  He had pulled his cock out of his
pants and shoved it in her mouth. It had grown again into it’s
floppy state, but she could still tighten her lips around it and
suck. Amber now had a black cock buried in every orifice and she
loved it. Dick thrust up hard until hot seed filled her pussy. 
His balls produced more sperm then any of them and the resulting
orgasm lasted longer. Amos had quit thrusting, but had kept his
cock in her ass.

“Let me out,” growled Dick. “Frank’s balls are in my face.”

Amos pulled his cock out of her ass and Frank stepped away as
Dick pulled himself out from under Amber. Amos lowered her to the
kneeling position. This time he thrust his big cock into her
pussy, forcing some of Dick’s sperm to shoot out of her. Amber
was vaguely aware that Amos hadn’t won a card to fuck her, but
she wasn’t about to remind him of that. Frank smacked his cock on
her face until she took him back in her mouth. Frank’s cock never
fully hardened again, but he still came, shooting his sperm down
her throat just as Amos’ cock was erupting in her pussy.

The five neighbors all rested in the living room for a half hour
after that.

“Lets call it a night,” said Amos, dressing.

“I’m gonna help Frank home,” said Walker. The fat man was also
dressed and Frank was leaning heavily into Walker’s arms. The old
man was completely exhausted.

“One more hand,” said Dick.

“Leave it alone, Dick,” said Amos, smacking his friend on the
shoulder as he to pulled his clothes on. “We got what we came
for.”

“One more hand.”

“What did you have in mind?” asked Amber. She followed the black
men into her kitchen. She didn’t bother cleaning up this time and
sperm leaked from her with every step. She was too tired to care
any more.

“Winner takes all the money.”

“And the cards?” she asked.

“I isn’t giving up my cards,” said Walker. He still had a fuck
card as well as an anal, hand job, and a titty fuck.

“We keep our cards.” Frank took the pen and index card and wrote
something out. “We play for all the money and this.”  He tossed
the card in. “Let Amber win her money back.”

“I’m in,” said Amos reading the card.

Amber leaned over and read the card. It said, ‘the owner of this
card is Amber’s black master and her body belongs to him.’ The
money added up to $350 dollars. Amber looked at the poker chips
and at the index card. “I’m in,” she replied. “But Walker deals.”

The black men nodded and passed Walker the deck. “Five card
draw.” Walker passed each player five cards.

Amber looked at hers. She had a pair of aces. Once again, it was
not a hand she could fold on if this had been a normal hand, but
it was all or nothing. “Three cards,” she said keeping the aces.
She groaned with frustration when she looked at the three cards
she had received.

“What do you got,” said Walker. “I’m a king high.” He sighed with
frustration and looked longingly at Amber.

“Pair of fives,” said Amos.

“I got nothing.” Frank threw his cards down.

Dick Long grinned, the black gaps of his missing teeth standing
out over the whiteness of his other teeth. “Looks like it’s
judgment day, cause I got me three sixes.”

Amber looked at her cards and sighed. “You got me,” she said.

Dick grabbed his index card and kissed it as he folded and put it
in his pocket. “Looks like I’m the proud owner of one white slut.
Only slightly used.” He laughed. Walker handed Dick all the cash.
“You boys get on home. I’m moving in here until hubby comes
home.”

Dick stood and stretched while the other black men shuffled out
of the house. They blinked as the sun’s light reflected off the
wet grass. Dick watched them go. He opened the refrigerator. I’m
going up to our bed. Cook me them eggs and some bacon and bring
it on up. We can get some more food later today. Trust me, we are
going to need to keep our stamina up. You hear me?”

“I got it,” replied Amber.

Dick reached over and gave her a light playful smack on the ass,
though his face looked serious. “You call me master, slut. Now
cook me some breakfast.”

“Yes master.” Amber leaped to obey as Dick headed up to her
bedroom.

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

Amber clutched at her swollen belly as she came out of medical
center. The baby was doing fine. She was seven months pregnant
now. She sobbed a little with frustration. She didn’t even know
whose baby it was. She assumed the it was Dick’s since he fucked
her almost every day, but Walker and Amos stopped by for the
occasional fuck. Her black master had given them access to her
body and it was her duty to please them in every way. Old Frank
didn’t have another fuck in him, but he liked to come over and
watch once in awhile.

“What the fuck am I going to do,” she said out loud as she
waddled over to her car. The welfare office wouldn’t give her
anything since she was still married and Fred wouldn’t turn over
the divorce papers until she had the baby. Once her son was born,
he would use it to guarantee he got everything in the settlement.
Things were already in his favor since all their assets were in
his name. For now, he let her stay in the house until the
divorce. He had moved to an apartment closer to work. She didn’t
even know how she had gotten pregnant. Somewhere in her mind, she
actually believed that her black lover’s superior cocks were just
too powerful for her birth control pills.

A basketball game had started up in the park near where she had
parked. She watched half a dozen shirtless  young black men
passing the ball around. They paused to stare at her. She had
kept her trim figure, despite the huge bulge in her belly that
could have been a basketball under her shirt. It was going to be
a big baby.

One of the youths patted his hand on the back of another and
passed him the ball. He whistled as he jogged over to Amber. “You
the white girl lives on Washington?” he asked.

“Yes,” she paused, frowning.

He pulled out an index card. “I got me this and wants to cash it
in.”

Amber read the card. It said, ‘This card good for one blow job.
$35 value.’ “Where did you get this?”

“Old man Long Dick traded it to me for some pot. He said you was
good for it.”

Amber looked at the youth’s rippling black muscles. The sunlight
glinted off his sweaty black skin. He was wearing sweat pants
that appeared to have a long black snake flopping around beneath
the material. “Lets go in the alley.”

“Yo mama, I bet you was something before you got knocked up,” he
said, following her into the alley while staring at her ass.

Amber ripped up the index card and threw it on the ground. She
found some discarded cardboard and kneeled on it while the black
youth walked up to her. She reached up and paused when she
noticed her hand was shaking. She was breaking out in a sweat.
Her shaking hand reached up and pulled the man’s sweat pants out
and down. His big black cock flopped out. Her eyes looked at it
with lust as it stiffened under her inspection. It was
magnificent, growing to be nearly a foot in length. Unlike the
old men, this boy was circumcised and his cock shown with youth
and vitality. She couldn’t stand it any longer. She sucked the
plum sized head of the young man’s cock in her mouth and began
sucking it with gusto. He groaned his approval.

“Man can that slut suck cock,” said another black man. The other
five players had followed them into the alley. Amber watched out
of the corner of her eyes as some gripped their crotches and
others pulled their big beautiful black cocks out of their shorts
or pants. The one who had spoken picked up the torn index card.
“I don’t gots me one of these cards, but I do have $35. You suck
me too?”

Amber nodded as she moaned around the cock in her mouth. She
watched others pull money out of their wallets. Her financial
problems were solved.

Afterwards, Amber pocketed the $190 she had just made. “You boys
come over after the baby is born and I’ll give you my price list
if you want some more.” She knew her black master wouldn’t mind,
but he’d probably want a cut.

The black youths nodded eagerly as they returned to their game.

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

Fred Gertz listened to his new girlfriend Francine softly
snoring. She could be described as pleasantly plump and was
nowhere near the looker his wife was, but she was a gentle soul
and she loved to fuck. He rolled out of bed and crept out of the
bedroom.

Fred fired up his computer and watched the new video he had
downloaded. The white woman on the screen was being fucked from
behind by a giant black man while her husband watched. It was an
amateur video. The white couple were wearing masks to protect
their identity. The black man wasn’t. The husband was stroking a
little penis half the size of the big black man’s. Fred pulled
out his penis and started stroking it as he watched the video. He
had just orgasmed in Francine an hour ago, but the porn had him
ready to go again. Fred found himself surfing the internet for
interracial videos, pictures, and stories nearly every night. He
tried to fight it, but the image of a hung black man fucking
Francine filled his thoughts almost daily. That night nearly a
year ago had changed him as much at it had changed Amber.

Fred had watched through the window all night. He had seen and
heard nearly everything that happened. He watched them play cards
through one window, then he adjourned to the living room window
to watch his innocent wife suck black cock, take one up her ass,
and get fucked by an abusive old man.

Fred had turned away from his wife and new home that night after
watching them play the last hand. He had driven the six hours to
his convention, though he missed half his meetings, claiming he
was ill. He knew his marriage was over. There was no doubt in his
mind. He returned home after the convention and pretended
everything was normal. The only thing different about their
marriage was that Fred didn’t try for sex. If Amber noticed, she
didn’t bring it up. She seemed relieved. But, Fred did notice the
signs that she was having sex all afternoon when he was at work
and she hadn’t even tried to find a job. He caught her in the
shower almost daily just as he got home and it always seemed like
she was washing the sheets in the laundry. Fred just grinned and
played the fool.

The next time Amber had him replace her birth control pills, he
filled her prescription with a harmless vitamin from a company he
represented. He left her when she got pregnant. He told her he
knew, packed his things and drove away. It was also the last time
he ever saw Walker and Frank. The old men had given him the
finger as he drove past them.

Sitting in his chair jerking of to interracial porn, Fred grinned
evilly. He didn’t feel the least bit guilty for getting his wife
knocked up by one of the old black men. She deserved it. He knew
that his marriage was over while he had watched that last hand
unfold. She had beaten her gambling addiction, but she had only
traded one addiction for another. Fred could see his wife’s card
hand. She held two aces when she drew two more cards. Amber had
gazed down at the four aces she now held and she had folded. She
had offered her body and soul to Dick Long.

Fred watched the little squirt of cum shoot from his dick. He
wiped it off and shut down the computer.

Fred put his head in his hands and sobbed, “Why Amber? You had
the winning hand. Why?” Fred recovered and decided to move on
with his life and serve Amber the divorce papers.

Now if only he could stop thinking about Francine with big black
cocks in her mouth and pussy.

The End