Message-ID: <20635eli$9903180431@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year99/20635.txt> From: auryman@aol.com (AuryMan) Subject: Slave Trade - 4/13 (M+F, nc, inter, preg) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <19990317224623.19369.00000343@ng36.aol.com> SLAVE TRADE - part 4 WARNING: This story contains strong sexual themes. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS ONLY, and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone similar behavior. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental. All names are fictitious. The acts described herein are illegal, and are not condoned by the author. This work is to be read by PERSONS 21 OR OLDER ONLY where such topics are not against the law. If unusual sexual behavior offends you, please STOP reading here (Note: this story was inspired by the short post from Mr. Jones titled "Black Man's Cum Dump.") When Sue got home from the hospital, Len showed her the new room they'd prepared. The walls were a deep purple, there was a new king-sized bed in the middle. There as a small refrigerator against one wall and a sink and toilet at a far end of the room. The window shades were closed and the light was very low. There were wooden African masks in an arrangement on one the walls. "This is where they're going to fuck you from now on," he announced. Len was obviously excited. Oscar'd told him he could be the first one to fuck her on the bed. She put the baby in the cradle and stripped quickly. They fucked for an hour, she cumming three times, he enjoying having his wife back home. ----- "I didn't know she could sing!" Oscar and Len had been standing in the front room. Sue was in the bedroom with the baby, singing him to sleep. She had been singing lullabies, a soft old spiritual. "She was in choirs all through high school. Had a brief flirt with performing. A rock band. It didn't last." Len took a drink of his scotch, offered Oscan something. "I don't drink." ----- The band struck up the first few notes. The saxophone played a line that made one of the women in the front row close her eyes and throw her head back slowly. Sue stood in front of the crowded dance floor. She looked at the microphone stand in front of her. They'd rehearsed four or five times and she knew the material. Excitement rushed through her body as she anticipated the affect she was going to have. When he first eight bars were finished, she began singing: It's been a long night I'm deaming of you Warmth of your kisses The touch of your hand As she sang, she moved her hips slightly as Oscar's instructed her. She was wearing a tight white dress, strapless, cut very low and revealing most of her breasts. He'd insisted she spent an hour in the gym each day since returning home with the baby. Her body was firm again, her belly nearly flat, arms and legs toned nicely. She'd spent twenty minutes a day naked in the tanning booth and her skin was now a deep copper color. She crossed her arms in front of her, hands on opposite hips. The gloves she wore reached above her elbows. She slid her arms up her sides, then across her breast and back down to her sides. You know I need you You know I want you Can't live with out you My slow riding man... The saxophone took the solo again. She looked out on the floor. Couples were kissing, one was obviously dry-fucking on the floor. Most of the men were sneaking looks at her even while they were dancing with their own women. None of the women seemed to object. Oscar knew several local musicians and had put them together into a loose backup band for Sue. They were all high-quality performers and her voice was as good as he'd guessed. He chose several numbers for her, slow sexy tunes. And he'd written this one himself. I'm hungry for you You knew I would be And when I see you again I'll make you want to stay She pressed her shoulder together just slightly, her cleavage became more obvious. She'd been taught the trick by one of the whores he'd introduced her to after a practice session. Then, she touched the tip of her tongue to her upper lip and reached up to push a strand of hair out of her face. Your friends stopped by They stayed a while They're friends for life now My slow riding man... Len looked at her. They both understood the lyric and wondered who else might. Len looked around the audience and recognized several of the men who had visited his home since she'd returned from the hospital. They smiled at him, then turned their eyes back to his slut wife. You know it's always open It's yours all day and night Just touch me open with your hand And you can come inside The saxophone took another solo and Sue walked off the stage. She went directly to the bar where Oscar was standing with several other men. He motioned for her to step into the middle of their small circle. "She's great!" "Where did you find her?" Oscar smiled. He indicated for the men to draw closer into a circle around her. "She's got my baby in her belly." His hand pressed against her flat stomach. "And, being pregnant, there's really no need to use anything when you fuck her, is there?" he asked, turning his eyes to her. "None at all," she replied, breathless. He was going to let them fuck her between sets. Oscar raised his hand, dangled a key in front of one of the other men. "You have fifteen minutes until she's on again." They walked her to the back of the building. The man with the key opened the door. It led to a large storeroom. Against one of the walls was a folding bed. The sheets indicated that it was used fairly regularly while the lounge was open. She slipped the tight dress off and one of them took it, laid it gently across some boxes. She was completely naked underneath, not even stockings. The first man didn't waste any time, mounted her on the bed and had cum in what seemed like seconds. The second replaced him immediately. He took his time, working her over hard, fucking deep and fast. When he came, she felt it overflowing her cunt lip and dripping onto the mattress. The third man pulled her legs open wider, climbed between them, and unbuttoned to show her a short, very thick cock. "He's small but mighty" he said. She felt the walls of her cunt expand to accommodate him and felt the surge of a powerful orgasm as she took him on. Something about his boasting turned her on and she loved fucking him. When he was finished, she was dripping cum freely. Two more men used her before Oscan knocked on the door. "Time!" he called. They slipped the dress over her head. She felt the thick cum inside of her moving around as she walked back toward the stage. Some of the women made loud sniffing noises as she walked past, then turned away in disgust. She knew what they were smelling. As the next song started, she noticed she hadn't put her gloves back on. Nor had she brushed her hair. She stood there exposed, knew she looked like she'd just been fucked. My man, my man... She started singing, then froze as she felt the cum dripping down the inside of her thigh. She looked down and saw that there was a wet spot on the front of her dress. It was not a drop, it had obviously soaked through from the inside. She was going to sing her entire next set while the cum of the five black men leaked out of her cunt and wet the front of her dress. She closed her eyes and was dizzy with lust for a moment. My man, I need your touch... One of the dancers brushed his elbow against her hip. The dance floor was close enough to the bandstand that it could have been an accident. But to her, it felt like electricity. He knew, he had to know! He was playing with her! I need that feeling That you bring to me so much There was a hand touching her left ankle. She didn't look down. I feel you beside me In the dark, hot night A fresh surge of cum oozed from her cunt and ran down her leg. She felt the liquid cool as it flowed. It was on the inside of her thigh, just below the knee. I need to open the window I need to get some light Another hand -- or was it the same one -- ran a finger up the back of her calf, from the heel to the knee. She didn't look down. I need to have you in me I need to feel your love She moved her leg slightly and felt that the material was clinging to her thigh. The cum was soaking through and drying. I need my chocolate candy I never have enough A woman walked across the dance floor and stopped directly in front of her. She spit. The saliva landed on Sue's cheek, just below her right eye. The woman barked out "whore" and stormed out of the lounge. The guitar player took a solo and Oscar walked to the bandstand. He put his left hand behind Sue's neck and wiped the spit from her cheek with a handkerchief. Many of the dancers had left the floor. By the end of the solo, most of the patrons had left the lounge. "They are petty ignorant little people," Oscar assured her. "They don't understand what a good breeder understands." He took her hand. "Finish the song." He stepped down, took a seat at an open table to the side of the dance floor. Tears of humilation were welling in her eyes, but they were tempered by the heat that was building inside her cunt. My sweet sweet candy man So sweet when I lick him So sweet when I suck him He's my special treat I'm gonna make you melt, sweet man Like chocolate in the sun I'm gonna make you melt, sweet man Like chocolate in the sun "Set's over for her," Oscar announced to the band. The played on, but Oscar led her out of the building. He walked her to a mobile home somewhere in the middle of the parking lot. When he gave a special knock, the door opened. Inside, she was shocked to see the woman who had spit on her. She was dressed in black leather pants and top, a high collar and boots. Her hair was done up in a pony-tail on top of her head. She held a riding crop and a pair of handcuffs. "You white whore. You deserve to have your ass whipped bloody!" Oscar pushed her inside, she knelt in front of the woman. "You go in there shaking your white trash ass, trying to get your pleasure from those men. And they see you, you like the whores on television and the sluts in your magazines. And they want you. You deserve to be whipped until you pass out. You deserve electric shock. You deserve..." "Enough," Oscan said. The woman walked to the back of the room and sat down. "Go fuck her husband." Sue looked at Oscar, but he didn't change his expression. She walked to the back of the trailer, opened the bedroom door. There on the bed was a huge man. He was bigger than Oscar, who was 6'3 and 240. This man was all muscle, stripped completely naked except for a wide red and black ankle bracelet. She pulled off her dress and threw it on the floor. She climbed on top of him, enjoying the feeling of his huge black cock pushing up inside of her. She was soaking wet from the fuckings earlier that night and he didn't need to wait for her. He fucked her hard and she returned him grunt for grunt. Soon, they were rolling over on the bed, taking turns on top, both cumming without disconnecting. She could tell from the way his body went stiff that he came three times while they were together. "I'm done, whore. Come back some other time." She picked up her dress and staggered out of the room. The cum trail was now all the way to her ankles. As she walked, she felt the warm ooze again making its way down her leg. She leaned against the sides of the hallway for balance. He'd really worked her over and she had difficulty staying on her feet. "Stand up! Don't play games with me!" Oscar ordered. She tried to steady herself. "Much nicer." He turned to the man's wife. "Maybe next time, dear, maybe I'll want her whipped sometime in the futue. Something else we learned." She smiled at him. "In the meantime, can you clean her up for me?" The woman nodded, walked to the sink. She ran some water until it was warm, then dipped a washrag in it. She knelt in front of Sue and started wiping at her ankle, worked her way slowly up the inside of her right leg. "Your little whore is dripping all the way to the floor!" she announced. "Yes, we like to keep her insides soaking wet like that." The woman wiped her from the ankle to the knees, then did the same on the other leg. "Let's leave some of this, shall we? If she's anything like I think she is, she'll love it." "Fine," Oscar returned. He drove her directly home where there were six more men waiting. He handed her over to them and drove home. SLAVE TRADE - end of part 4 -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>