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Metamorphosis of Robin Daniels- Part two
Shooter3704

(Met-a-mor-pho-sis (n) A marked or complete alteration in appearance, 
condition, character, or function.)




Joe woke up in stages. His first awareness was that he was between two 
women. The second was that it hadn't been a wet dream. The third 
awareness was that a hand was stroking his upper thigh. He lifted his 
head enough to see who's hand it was. It was Robin's hand. She was 
smiling at him.

"Good morning stud," she said softly.

"Good morning to you, sexy wife. You won't believe the wonderful dream I 
just had."

"Weren't no dream, dear. You really did fuck two women last night and we 
both are in bed with you as we speak." Her hand found his limp dick and 
she slowly stroked it to life. It didn't take as long as he figured. 
Apparently little Joe was ready to ride again.

"For pity sakes," Liz groaned, "And they call me a sex addict. You could 
have made some coffee before you two started in again."

Giggling like a school girl, Robin got on her knees and took Joe's cock 
in her mouth. Liz sat up in the bed and watched as Robin gave him head.

"You know something, Robin." Liz said. "You are a beautiful woman and 
even more so with a hard cock in your mouth. The only thing I can think 
of that would make you even more beautiful is seeing you with a black 
cock in your ass and one in your pussy. Don't you think so Joe?"

"Oh hell yes!" Joe groaned. "I'm going to shoot-off, honey."

"Go ahead and cum in her mouth, Joe," Liz said. "We'll snowball it so 
don't swallow, Robin." Neither Joe or Robin knew what snowballing was 
until Liz show them. Robin dribbled Joe's cum into Liz's mouth and Liz 
swallowed some and passed it back to Robin who swallowed all of it.

The need to pee and hunger drove them from the bed. While Robin and Liz 
took a shower together Joe went to the kitchen and started the coffee 
making. After a leisurely brunch they found themselves back in bed 
together. The sex games continued the rest of the day and night until 
Liz had to get ready to go catch her flight.

"Well, Liz," Joe said when they were in the terminal building. "I have 
to say this has been quiet a weekend. I also have to ask why you don't 
stay another couple of days."

"I would love to, Joe," Liz said. "But frankly, I would worry about you. 
Robin and I would kill you and that would be hard to live with, don't 
you think? Seriously, I'll make some time later in the summer. We'll 
have a nice long visit then. Maybe even take a trip somewhere."

"That would be great, Liz," Robin chimed in. "A trip sounds grand to me. 
You have a safe trip home."
***

Joe," Robin said when they returned home from the airport. "Did you mean 
it?"

"Of course I mean it. What are we talking about?"

"Liz said I would look beautiful with a black cock in my ass and in my 
pussy. She asked if you thought so, too. You said `oh hell yes'. Did you 
mean it or were you just caught up in the passion of the moment?" Joe 
didn't answer for a few moments. When he did his answer surprised her.

"Ever since you told me about you and the black plumber, I've thought 
about it. In fact I can't get it out of my mind. The idea of you taking 
a hard black cock causes me to get an instant hard-on. I really would 
love to see you getting fucked by another man, and even better, a black 
man. The mental image, I can't quite get, is driving me crazy. I don't 
really expect to see you take two black men at the same time, because I 
know you don't relish anal sex."

"Tom Howe fucked my ass," she stated as a matter of fact. "If he had 
asked I would have said no way, but he didn't ask, he just did it."

"Really? You didn't mention that little bit. How was it?"

"Not bad after the first few minutes," Robin answered giving him a 
smile. "He took it easy and gave me time to get settled before he 
started really fucking me. He used his cum for an lubricant and it 
helped a lot. Of course by that time I was ready for anything."

"Did you get off?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact I did," she answered laughing.

"So you taking on two men at the same time isn't out of the question?"

"No, not entirely. Do you want me to?"

"Yes I do," he said nodding his head vigorously. "I would love to see 
that. Let's do it!"

"I'm not sure how comfortable I'd be with you watching me. Maybe we 
should work up to two men. Hell, I don't even know two black men."

"You think Tom Whooit would mind if I watched him fuck you?"

"I can ask, I suppose. Should I?" Joe assured her that she should indeed 
ask the black plumber and soon.

"Joe," Robin's voice said. "Tom said...I'm not on a speaker phone am I?" 
Joe assured Robin she was not on speaker. It was mid-morning on Tuesday, 
the day after Liz had left. "Tom said he doesn't give a shit who watches 
us as long as he gets some more of my pussy. He was very complimentary. 
Anyway, he's coming over tomorrow afternoon at four. Can you get off?"

"I'm sure I can. Both from work and otherwise," Joe said laughing. "What 
did he say about a second man?"

"I didn't say anything about that. Maybe we can discuss it tomorrow. 
What should I wear?"

"Nothing, sweetie," Joe said. "Just a big smile."

"Crazy man," she laughed. "I meant at first. Dressy or casual?"

"Casual I guess. Boy, I can't wait! Why didn't you invite him for tonight?"

"He was busy tonight," she said with a soft laugh. "I was raring to go 
too, but it couldn't happen any sooner than tomorrow. Sorry. I'll talk 
with you later."
***

To Joe the twenty-four plus hours crawled by with agonizing slowness, 
but four o'clock finally arrived and so did Tom Howe. Robin's 
description that he was big and black hadn't prepared Joe for the actual 
size or hue of the man. Joe had decided that most "black" people are not 
actually black. Brown was a closer color for most, but Tom Howe was 
essentially a real black person. Joe, standing six feet one inch, didn't 
have to look up at most men, but he did to Tom.

"So how's this bit going to play out?" Tom asked his deep voice a 
rumble. "Where's the little lady?"

"She's getting ready. She should join us soon. Can I get you something 
to drink?" Tom said a beer would go good and Joe got them both a beer.

"Thanks," Tom said taking the beer. "You didn't answer my question about 
how this was playing out."

"My house, my wife," Joe said his heart thumping wildly. "But you're in 
charge of things for a while. That suit you?"

"Yeah, that's the way I like it, Joe. You got to know that I'm straight, 
so if you got any ideas you best forget `em. You get my meaning?" For a 
moment Joe didn't understand but when it dawned on him what the big man 
was getting at he hurriedly assured Tom that he was completely straight.

"Okay, you folks ever done this before?"

"No, not exactly. We've had sex with another woman just this past 
weekend." That got Tom's attention.

"Yeah? How did that work out for you?" Joe told him it was wonderful.

"Nearly fucked myself into a stupor, though."

"Yeah, ain't no one man going to do justice for two women. Most men 
can't do justice to one woman." Tom looked up and smiled as Robin came 
into the den. She was wearing a long powder blue gown and from the swing 
of her breasts, Joe assumed that was all she was wearing. "There she is, 
the hottest bitch in the state," Tom said rising to meet her. "Hell, 
Momma, you look extremely fine."

Tom Howe took being in charge literally . He took Robin him his massive 
arms and hugged her tight, then kissed her long and deep. While his lips 
were on her mouth his hand went under the gown to her breast. Joe sat 
still and watched as the huge man claim his wife.

"Oh God!" Robin moaned when the big man got his finger in her pussy. She 
glanced at Joe who smiled back at her. "Let's take this show to the 
bedroom," she said breathlessly.

When Tom removed his clothes, Joe was also unprepared for the size of 
the man's cock. He had assumed that Robin had unintentionally 
exaggerated his size. She hadn't. Joe watched in excited amazement as 
his wife went to her knees and took the man's cock in her mouth. He 
could see that she had to expand her jaws to accommodate the girth of 
the man.

"Fuckin' good cocksucker you got here, Joe," Tom commented as Robin paid 
homage to his cock. "First class dick licker. I could make some serious 
money with her downtown. Pussy ain't bad either." He took her head and 
lifted her to her feet. "Speaking of pussy, I think I'd like to have 
some. Lay your white ass down, slut, and get ready for some hard cock in 
your cunt."

Joe watched as the man, with Robin's help positioned his cock-head at 
the entrance to her pussy and shoved nearly half in her in one smooth 
move. He listened to his wife's incoherent babbling as the big man used 
his massive cock on her as if it were a weapon. For the next fifteen 
minutes Joe was afraid to even blink for fear he would miss something. 
Joe's cock ached but he was afraid to touch it for fear that he would 
shoot-off. Both his eyes and mouth were dry as the man pounded his cock 
in and out of Robin.

"Get on your knees, cunt," Tom demanded. "I'm going to fuck you like the 
bitch you are." Robin gave out a gurgling groan as the man rammed his 
cock deep within her. Joe could see that Tom had created a frothy mess 
around Robin's pussy.

It was a wonder to behold watching the black stud fuck his wife. When 
Tom came he didn't even slow down. He just kept fucking Robin. Cum 
gushed out of her cunt around the ebony pole with every thrust.

It dawned on Joe as he watch his wife being ravaged that it was not even 
remotely love-making. It was raw animal sex. Pure unadulterated fucking.

"Since I done stretched her cunt out, I'll not fuck her ass today," Tom 
said laughing. "I'll leave you something to get your dick in that you 
both can feel." Robin was on top of him riding his cock like a rider on 
a horse. It gave Joe the perfect view of the big black cock in his 
wife's distended cunt. When she rose, it looked like her pussy was being 
turned inside out. He had no idea how many times his wife had climaxed.

The fucking continued without even slowing down until Tom demanded that 
Robin suck the last of his cum out with her mouth and to swallow it. 
Robin did as the man commanded.

"Yes sir, I could make a lot of money with this fuckin' whore. You want 
to turn her out, Joe?" Tom was laying on the bed and Robin was cleaning 
his cock and balls with a warm wash cloth. When Joe inquired what that 
meant, Tom explained. "Hell man, I'd take her ass downtown and sell it 
to the brothers for a lot of money. I front the expenses and we split 
the money, fifty-fifty. Shit, we could make a grand a night each. How 
does that sound to you?"

"Not bad, but not right away," Joe said. "She needs more training, don't 
she?"

"Naw, not training. Fuckin' cunt is a natural slut. She'd have no 
trouble getting' into it."

"I'd like to see how she handles two studs at a time," Joe said.

"I can arrange that with no trouble. My brother Charles likes white 
gash. Want me to bring him over to fuck her? He not as big as I am, but 
he got stayin' power. The shit-bird can fuck all night."

"Sounds good, Tom," Joe said. "Why don't you bring him over tomorrow 
night and let's see what he can do?"

"Can't tomorrow," Tom said. "I'm busy and Charles won't get out of jail 
until Friday afternoon. He'll be hot to trot by then. He's been in 
lock-up for a couple of months. Nothing serious, just beat the fuck out 
of some dude and got arrested for it."

"Friday then," Joe said showing Tom to the door. "Thanks. That was one 
hell of a show you put on."

"I aim to please," Tom said laughing. "That's some mighty good pussy. 
Hey, I should introduce you and her to Amos Black. He's a white pussy 
hound if ever there was one."

"Sure bring him around sometime," Joe said. "Where do I know that name 
from?"

"He's in the news from time to time," Tom said laughing. "I'll see you 
and your slut Friday night." Joe looked at the clock on the mantle. It 
was nine thirty. Robin had been fucked continually for nearly five hours.

She was in the shower by the time Joe got back upstairs. He stripped off 
his clothes and joined her. It took a lot of work to get Tom's cum off 
of her. Robin had to douche twice before she was satisfied that she had 
all of it out of her.

After she was clean Joe took her to bed and he made love with her. Slow 
and easy because she complained that her pussy was tender.

"Thank you, Joe," she said when he had finished. "That was sweet and 
nice. Now what was that shit about selling my white ass downtown?"

"You were bitching about not having enough to do,:" Joe said. "I'm just 
exploring some job opportunities for you."

"That's going to take a lot more talk,' she said sleepily. "Good night 
sweetheart and thank you."
***



The next morning, Robin was just about to walk out the door to go 
shopping when the phone rang.

"Hello. Is this Robin Daniels?" a male voice asked. She acknowledged 
that she was. "You don't know me Mrs. Daniels, but we have a mutual 
friend. Tom Howe. My name is Amos Black. I ran into Tom last night and 
he was telling me about you. I wonder if you have a few minutes to sit 
down and chat with me today?"

"I'm sorry Mister Black," she answered feeling her face grow red. What 
the hell was Tom doing talking about her to a stranger? "I have a pretty 
full day ahead of me. I don't think it's possible."

"I understand your reluctance to meet with a total stranger, Mrs. 
Daniels. May I call you Robin? I assure you that you'll be interested in 
what I have to say. Maybe we could meet in a public place. Like a 
restaurant for lunch. You have to eat, don't you?"

"Okay Mister Black," Robin said making a snap decision. "The Italian 
Gardens at noon. How will I recognize you?"

"I'm a handsome black gentleman and I'll be wearing a white tropical 
suit complete with hat. Of course I won't be wearing the hat indoors. 
Until Noon, Robin. Goodbye."

Robin hung up the phone and stared at it a moment before shrugging and 
continuing on her way. She started to call Joe but she remembered he was 
still out of town a few days.

It was exactly Noon when Robin entered the Italian Gardens. Being 
punctual was something she prided herself on.

"Mister Black I presume," she said approaching the man. He was indeed 
black but not what she would call handsome. Interesting maybe. He got to 
his feet and seated her at the table.

"Amos, please," he said. "I'm not a huge fan of formality. Well, I'll 
have to say Tom Howe did not exaggerate one little bit. You are a 
beautiful woman, Robin Daniels."

"Thank you Amos," she said. "I'll tell you right off the bat that I'm 
not at all happy about Tom talking about me. I'm sure Tom and I will 
discuss that."

"Don't be too hard on Tom," Amos Black said. He interrupted himself to 
wait for the server to take their order and leave. "Tom is a good friend 
of mine and he sometimes does some recruiting for me. He said nothing 
but nice things about you, I assure you. In fact he was so glowing in 
his report I felt I had to meet you."

"Recruiting? What kind of recruiting?"

"I am a provider, Robin," he said. "I find out what people want and I 
supply their wants. There is a growing need for attractive, stylish, and 
sophisticated white women. Tom often helps me find these types of women."

"For what, may I ask?"

"Some successful black men want such a woman to be their escort. I hire 
them and service their needs for a small commission."

"That sounds suspiciously like a pimp to me, Amos," she said with a 
slight smile. He stared at her a moment then laughed loudly.

"Yes, a rose by any other name," he said still chuckling. "Ah, here is 
our lunch. Would you like some more wine, my dear?"

They engaged in small talk during the meal. Robin found the small black 
man to be entertaining and witty. She was actually enjoying the 
conversation. After the meal remnants had been cleared he poured her 
another glass of wine.

"I think you'll find the money to be very good, Robin," Amos said. "Very 
good in deed. The hours are agreeable also. No riff-raff. I screen the 
clients carefully. You would be with the cream de la cream of the black 
business world."

"I'm sure that's so, Amos," she said. The wine had given her a nice 
glow. "My husband makes a nice living for he and I. I have no need for 
money."

"Bite your tongue!" he said in mock severity. "Everyone can use more 
money regardless of how much they may have. However in your case I think 
this position would have other advantages for you. Come let's take a 
ride, shall we?" He led her outside to a white limo where the black 
driver waited. The driver was a huge man leaning casually against the 
front fender

"You spoke of other advantages?" Robin said after they were seated and 
the car was underway. "What advantages, pray tell?"

"Black cock, my dear," Amos said. "Lots of hard black cock for you to 
enjoy." She was aware that the driver was listening from the front of 
the long car. The wine and the topic of conversation caused her to start 
to moisten. "I know from Tom you have a thing for black men. That's good 
in my business. It would be a win-win proposition for all concerned. You 
get your white cunt filled and your pocketbook, also. I make a bit here 
and there, too."

Instead of being put-off by the man's bluntness and crude language, 
Robin found that she was amused and more than a little aroused.

"So you see me being a whore for you is the answer to all of my 
problems. Is that it?"

"Of course not. Not all, but some answers. My driver is named Toby. Toby 
is very well endowed and he really likes to fuck white women. I propose 
that we go to my house and that Toby fucks you while I watch. Did you 
have anything better planned this afternoon?"

"While you watch?" Robin repeated. She knew that she should be 
frightened of them but she knew without a doubt that she was going with 
them. The call of adventure, the unknown delights, the mysterious Amos 
Black, all dictated that she go. "No, as a matter of fact, I didn't have 
anything better planned," she said, looking at the driver's eyes in the 
rearview mirror. "Drive on Toby and don't spare the horses."

Amos Black's house was at the city's edge of suburbia. It was a huge 
three story affair sitting on several acres of well tended grounds. Toby 
drove the car around back of the house and into a parking garage. They 
all three disembarked from the limo and went into the house. Just inside 
the door Amos Black stopped Robin.

"From this point you are to be obedient to my every command. Do you 
understand this?" he said.

"Yeah, we have a bit of a problem there, Amos," Robin answered. "I'm not 
a very obedient kind of gal. If I was I wouldn't be here at all, would I?"

"Try your best," Amos said with a slight smile. He put his hand on her 
butt and urged her on down the hall. Toby led the way to a large room on 
the ground floor. In the middle of the room was a low padded bench. 
"Would you like a drink?" Amos asked indicating a bar along one wall. 
"Toby can fix you anything you would like."

"Yes, a white wine would be nice," Robin answered looking around the 
room. It was decorated with marble statues of people engaged in a 
variety of sex acts. There were paintings on the walls that depicted 
people engaged in sex also. Most of the art showed black men and white 
women doing all sort of sexual activity. She finished her tour back at 
the bar where the driver slant bartender handed her the wine.

"Quite the make-out place you have here, Amos," Robin said taking a sip 
of the drink. "I noticed that some of the photographs behind the bar are 
a well developed woman." The photographs were of Liz, but Robin wasn't 
ready to acknowledge that she knew the lovely Amazon.

"Yes it is," he agreed. "The woman's name is Lola and she one of our 
favorites. We enjoy her favors from time to time." Amos turned to the 
black driver, "Toby would you show Robin what she is about to 
experience?" The big man came from behind the bar and casually took off 
his clothing. When he pulled his shorts down Robin gave an involuntary 
gasp. Hanging between the driver's legs was a enormous cock. "I told you 
Toby was well endowed, didn't I? Ten and one half inches long and three 
inched in diameter. Black cock sluts seem to find it fascinating for 
some reason. Do you, my dear?"

Robin nodded her head as the big black driver lifted his cock and 
pointed it at her. The man had a leer on his face that Robin felt was 
both scary and appealing at the same time. He took a step toward her 
still holding his cock as if presenting it to her. Toby stopped a couple 
of feet from her.

"Now, Robin," Amos said, "you should show Toby what you have for him. 
Please remove your clothes." She started to slowly unbutton her blouse, 
her fingers trembling and her eyes fixed on the giant black penis. Her 
fingers, as if operating independently from the rest of her body, picked 
up speed and soon she was wearing only a black bra, panties, and heels. 
She was glad she was wearing some of her newly purchased underwear.

Still looking at the giant cock she felt Amos's hands unsnapping her bra 
and removing it completely. The cool air caused her already hard nipples 
to jump to total firmness. Amos tugged her panties down and she stepped 
out of them.

"Our good friend, Tom, says that you are an accomplished cocksucker. 
Perhaps you could demonstrate on Toby," Amos said running his smallish 
hands over her globes and tweaking the nipples. "Get on your knees you 
white whore pig! Suck his cock!"

Robin did as Amos commanded, falling to her knees and taking the big 
cock in her hands. To Robin it was like the thing had some sort of life 
all its own. She was surprised at the weight of the giant cock and her 
hands couldn't fit completely around it. She found she could get it in 
her mouth by stretching her mouth as wide as she could. It wasn't 
comfortable doing that so she alternated between sucking and licking the 
long shaft.

Toby let the white woman worship his ebony rod for a while then picked 
her up without apparent effort and took her to the padded bench. He lay 
her on her back with her butt at one edge. She noticed that the bench 
was the exact height for him. His giant phallus was poised at her 
opening. With agonizing deliberateness' he took his cock and teased her 
slit.

"Tell Toby what you want, Robin," Amos urged her.

"Fuck me Toby!" she said breathlessly. "Put your cock in me and fuck the 
shit out of me!" She reached to help him and he started inserting him 
into her. Slowly, one delicious inch at a time, until he had nearly six 
inches of his man meat in her cunt. Robin was quaking and shaking like 
she possessed a fever. "Oh God! That feels so good!" Toby begun a 
rocking motion back and forth and each time a little more of his huge 
cock entered her.

Robin was almost beside herself with the tremendous sensation she was 
feeling. She was aware that Amos Black was kneeling beside the bench.

"Do you like Toby's black cock in your lily white cunt, Robin?" Amos 
whispered. "Is he filling you up with his cock? Do you want him to fuck 
you forever?"

"Oh fuck yes!" she screeched. "Yes to all you said! Fuck me Toby! Give 
me all you got!" The big black man did as she asked. He rammed all of 
his cock in her causing her to scream loudly.

As it turned out Amos Black wasn't just a voyeur. In fact he also was 
well endowed and he presented Robin his cock to suck while Toby rammed 
his cock in and out of her. She gave head to Amos as best she could, but 
the slamming of Toby's cock caused her to keep forgetting to suck. The 
force of the big driver's cock in her also caused Amos's cock to come 
out of her mouth.

Toby withdrew his massive cock from Robin ignoring her protests and he 
put her on her knees and climbed onto the bench behind her. She found it 
was easier to suck on Amos in that position. She also discovered that 
from behind, Toby could touch her cervix with his cock. It wasn't 
painful for her, just different.

When Toby stopped fucking her she felt empty, but not for long. Amos 
Black mounted her and he fucked her until he came. His spunk flooded her 
pussy and when he withdrew, Toby was quickly back in her. He fucked her 
for another twenty minutes straight. She had already lost count of her 
orgasms. Now they merged into one continuous climax.

All the while that he was fucking her and that Toby was plowing into 
her, Amos called her foul and dirty names. The name calling only 
heightened the experience. When Amos called her a dirty while cum slut 
for black cock she had to agree that it was true. She was quickly 
becoming a slut for black cock.

The two men fucked Robin for nearly an hour and a half before Amos 
called a rest period. He showed Robin where the bathroom and shower was. 
He handed her a terrycloth robe to wear when she finished.

"I noticed that Toby hasn't said a word," Robin said to Amos when she 
came from the shower.. Toby was mixing some drinks behind the bar. "Just 
being the strong silent type?"

"No, Toby is a mute. Very practical in my business. Don't have to worry 
about him telling tales out of school, do I?" Since she didn't know how 
to respond she kept quiet. "Toby has worked for me for a little over 
four years now. He also doubles as bodyguard. Not many men want to 
tangle with him."

"No, I suspect they wouldn't," Robin smiling up at the big man as he 
handed her a tall glass of some drink. He returned her smile. Neither of 
the men had dressed so Robin correctly surmised the party wasn't over. 
She was right.

The two black men fucked the white woman for another two hours. One at a 
time and two of them at a time. There was scarcely a minute that she 
didn't have a cock in her somewhere.
***

"I don't understand, Robin," Joe said after she confessed to her 
afternoon's activity. "How did that happen?"

"I don't know, Joe," she said. "It sort of like looking at an automobile 
accident. You don't want to look, you just do. When he called, I was 
pissed that Tom had discussed us with someone. Then I was curious about 
Amos Black and how much he actually knew. It was just a series of little 
steps. How pissed off at me are you?"

"I'm not pissed that you got fucked, Robin," Joe said hugging his wife. 
They were sitting side by side on the den sofa. "I guess I can see how 
it happened. I think I'm mostly pissed that I didn't get to see you take 
on two black fuckers. How was it?"

"Intense is the word that comes to mind first. Raw, powerful sex without 
any let-up. Something over three house of non-stop sex. My pussy is 
still tingling from the abuse they forced on me. That's not true," she 
said with a giggle. "It wasn't abuse and they certainly didn't force it 
on me. I begged them for it and held my pussy open for them to cram 
their black cock in me. How was it? Brutal and beautiful, Joe. Toby and 
Amos took me to places I have never been or even dreamed about. Until 
today I thought that a woman taking two men together was something that 
men fantasized about. You know, something for the adult videos or 
something like that. I never dreamed it could be so...wild. So fucking good."

"So you liked it. You want to do it again?"

"Yes, I did like it," she answered simply. "And yes, I do want to do it 
again."

"Yeah, I sorta figured you might," he said grinning at her. "Your 
plumber stud is bringing his brother tomorrow. Is that still on?"

"Yes, I talked with Tom a little while ago. I wanted him to know I 
didn't appreciate him telling his buddies about me. I was pissed, but 
not too pissed. They are still coming."

"Good, Maybe I'll get to see that action. After your afternoon of 
debauchery, you have anything left for your poor ol' horny hubby?"

"Like I told you before, honey. I'll always have something for you. 
Besides, lately I can't seem to get enough sex. The more I get, the more 
I want. Come on, let's go to bed."
***

Charles Howe looked like a smaller, hairier, rougher version of Tom 
Howe. Where Tom shaved his head, Charles had long dreadlocks and a beard 
and mustache. His face was covered with battle scars. Also where Tom was 
smooth talking Charles didn't even try to talk or act smooth. His first 
words to Robin set the tone.

"So you're the white slut I'm goina be fuckin', huh? I'll say this, you 
are a great lookin' piece of ass, bitch." They were standing just inside 
the front door. Without another word, Charles grabbed Robin and began 
kissing and fondling her.

"You want to take this up to the bedroom?" Joe inquired. Charles didn't 
seem to hear the question. He manhandled Robin to the living room couch 
and slammed her down and fell on her.

Tom grabbed Charles by his belt and pulled him off of the woman. Robin 
made a dash for the stairs with Charles pulling Robin right behind her. 
In order to save her clothes from ruin she removed them as she ran. By 
the time she made it to the bed she was naked. Charles fell on her his 
mouth finding one nipple and one hand the other breast and the other 
hand going to her pussy.

"Damn, cunt!" Charles grunted. "You're already wet. That's fuckin' good 
cause I'm ready for some white gash. He disconnected himself only long 
enough to take his pant's and shorts off and then he was back on her. 
"I'm going suck that pussy until you beg me to stop." He dove between 
her open legs and began to root in her pussy like a pig, grunting and 
slurping.

"Boy's been without female company for a while," Tom observed to Joe. 
"He'll settle down some after he's shot-off a time or two." Whatever he 
was doing to Robin she seemed to like it a lot. She had her eyes closed 
and was panting like a dog. Her panting was interrupted a few times when 
she climaxed.

"Now, you get ready for some blacksnake, slut," Charles said lifting his 
wet slimy face from her crotch. "Time for you to get fucked, bitch." He 
positioned himself between her legs and rammed his cock deep in her 
waiting wet pussy. Robin woofed like a surprised dog.

"He's catching up on his pussy now," Tom said as he and Joe watched the 
man hammer his cock in and out of Robin. The crude talking man had been 
fucking Robin for nearly half an hour. He had ejected his seed in her 
several times, but didn't even slow down. His cum was gushing out of her 
cunt around his cock with every thrust.

"He's slowin' down some now," Tom Howe said. Joe tore his eyes from the 
action on the bed between his wife and Charles Howe. Joe saw that Tom 
was naked, his massive root sticking out in front of him. "I'm going in, 
cover me," he said with a grin.

"Here you go, cunt," Tom said putting his cock to Robin's mouth. "You 
ain't using your fuckin' mount for much, so suck on my cock for a 
while." Robin opened her eyes long enough to glance up at the second 
black cock presented to her. She greedily took the offered meat.

"This white slut sure likes nigger cock, don't she," Charles said. 
"Fuckin' whore can't get enough of the dark meat."

"That's a fact," Tom agreed. "Amos and that dummy of his fucked her a 
couple of days ago. Amos is going to peddle her white ass to some of the 
uptown brothers. She'll bring a premium price I guess. You about ready 
to unplug from her cunt and let me have some?"

"Sure, little Bro," Charles said, jerking his cock from Robin's engorged 
puffy pussy. His withdrawal made a sucking sound. "I need to rest up a 
little so I can open her asshole for her. I do love to hear them squall 
when I ram my cock up their ass."

"Shit, she won't squall," Tom said putting a compliant Robin on her 
knees. "Not until you take it out. This slut will push back for it. When 
I fucked her ass, she beg me to not stop." Tom positioned his cock to 
her pussy entrance and shoved it all the way in her causing the cum 
Charles had deposited in her to squirt out. His abrupt maneuver caused 
Robin to moan loudly.

"Now you got a real man's cock in your cunt, slut," Tom said beginning 
to hammer away at her. He fucked her doggy style for about ten minutes 
then he lay down on the bed and had her to mount him, facing away from 
him. "Ass fucking time, bitch," he said.

Joe watched as his wife eased carefully down on the rigid black pole. 
Tom and Charles had both had their fingers in her nether hole so she 
wasn't as tight as she would have been. The great gobs of leaking semen 
also helped lubricate her puckered hole.

"Your slut wife sure is a good fuck," Charles said to Joe. Seeing what 
Tom was doing Charles raised his voice. "Hey, Bro, I was going to fuck 
her ass first. "Fuckin' asshole," he muttered. "When Tom get through 
fucking her ass she'll fart in baritone, won't she Joe?" Joe nodded 
watching Tom's great cock drive into Robin who was making a gurgling 
sound. "You ready for me to fuck her cunt, Tom?"

"Not yet," the big plumber said. "Let her get used to my cock in her 
first. How does my cock feel in you, Robin?"

"Like I have a telephone pole up my butt," she gasped. She stayed still 
for a few more minutes then began to lift herself up and back down. Only 
a short rise at first then higher. Her expression gradually changed from 
discomfort to a look of raw pleasure.

"Okay, the whore is ready for you, Charles," Tom said. "Let's double up 
on the bitch."

"I need a few more minutes," Charles said. "You fuck her cunt, Joe. Your 
cock looks like it about to burst through your pants anyway. You and Tom 
double fuck the slut."

Joe quickly tore his clothes off and got on the bed between his wife's 
legs. Robin reached for his cock and helped him guide it to her waiting 
swollen pussy.

"Fuck me, Joe," Robin gasped. "Fuck your slut wife while Tom fucks my 
ass. Oh...shit that...feels...fucking...great!" It took a few moments for Joe 
and Tom to get into a workable rhythm and soon they had Robin yelling 
incoherently as she slung her head back and forth. When Joe shot-off, 
Charles took his place in Robin's cunt. The two black men fucked her for 
over fifteen minutes and Charles emptied his balls in her cunt. Joe was 
hard again by that time and he got back on her. After another fifteen 
minutes Tom grunted and said he was through. A short while later, after 
she had cleaned both black men's cocks with her mouth they left.
***

"Hi Robin Liz said. "This is a pleasant surprise."

"Well I woke up this morning and you were on my mind so I thought I give 
you a ring. Robin replied. "The other reason I called was to ask you 
about Amos Black. I didn't mention that I knew you, but I saw your 
picture on his wall."

"Really?" the surprised call-girl said. "You fucked Amos Black?"

"What makes you think I had sex with him?"

"If you got close enough to see my photos, you got fucked," Liz said 
confidently. "How did you like black cock?"

"I loved it," Robin said. "What can you tell me about Amos Black?"

"Well, I do some work for him occasionally. As far as I know he does 
what he says he'll do."

"You think he's honest?"

"I'm not sure I would go that far. Amos is what some might call a mover 
and shaker. He rubs shoulders with some of the great and near great in 
political circles. I'm talking about the black political arena. When I 
did my first job for Amos, Ron warned me to be careful. He said that 
Amos was "a bad dude". I'm not sure in what context he meant `bad". I 
know that he's smooth as silk when he wants to be. He can also be mean 
as a rattlesnake, too. I think he's somewhat a sadist, so if you're not 
into pain, watch out for him. Did you fuck his mute bodyguard?"

"Toby," Robin said. "Yes, as a matter of fact I did. He's a bull."

"You can say that again," Liz laughed. "I think Toby is the only reason 
I keep accepting assignments from Amos. He's worth the trip just by 
himself. How did you get mixed up with Amos?" Robin told her how she 
happened to meet Amos Black. "You fucked your plumber? That's rich, 
Robin. How does Joe feel about your recent activities?"

"He's fine with it," Robin said. "Joe has discovered a few things about 
himself lately. I don't think he had any idea he was a voyeur until he 
witnessed me getting fucked by Tom the second time. It's a real turn-on 
for him. Watching me with other men gets him up and running. We've had 
more sex with each other in the past few week then ever before. Thanks 
for the information, Liz. When are you coming this way again?"

"In a few days I think. Amos left a message on my machine last night but 
I haven't gotten back to him yet. That usually means a job for me. Now 
my sweet little pussy, what is it you haven't told me about Amos?" Robin 
hesitated only momentarily before answering Liz.

"He's said that he going to peddle my ass to some of his friends. I'm 
not sure how I feel about that. What do you think, Liz?"

"The fuck you asking me for? I'm a professional whore, Robin. I sell or 
let someone else sell my ass for a living. Amos has tried for at least 
two years to get me to come work exclusively for him. I like black 
cock...no, I love black cock, but I don't want a steady diet of it. That's 
what you would have with Amos, honey. Nothing but one black cock after 
another. If that appeals to you, go for it. I will tell you that that 
life can become a habit worse than coke. I'll tell you something else. 
Some of Amos's clients are a bit rough around the edges. What I mean by 
that is, you always won't be treated like a lady."

"It couldn't be any worse then Tom's brother, Charles, who just got out 
of jail. He and Tom fucked me the other night for four long and 
wonderful hours. I don't want to be treated like a lady when I'm with 
them. I want to be treated like a whore."

"Okay then, my advise is to get your money upfront and make everybody 
use a condom. If I come that way, can you put me up?"

"Of course you can," Robin said. "I think Joe's still dreams about you 
and your big knockers. Maybe you can give me some pointers should I 
decide to let Amos Black have his way."
***

"Are you ready?" Amos Black's voice said on the phone.

"Ready for what?" Robin asked. It was a couple of days after she had 
spoke with Liz and the first time she had heard from Amos in over a week.

"Your first gig," he answered. "I need you this Friday night. You'll go 
with me to a fund-raiser. There's a grand in it for you."

"A thousand dollars? Just to go to a party with you?"

"No, not just go to a party. After that shindig we're going to go my 
place and you're going to get fucked. Long and hard, sister. Long and 
hard. You have something to wear to a formal event?"

"Yes, I do, as a matter of fact. I just bought a new evening gown and 
accessories." It didn't dawn on her until later that there hadn't been 
any doubt in his mind that she would agree to go. "Toby will pick you up 
at seven o'clock." He hung up without further comment.
***

"So you're going pro, huh?" Joe asked. He was sitting on the commode 
watching her as she soaked in the tub. "Well, I guess it isn't your 
first time is it? Fucking the plumber out of his bill was the first, I 
guess. Do you have any idea what time you'll get home?"

"Not a clue," she answered. "I'm sure you'll be busy with Toni. She is 
coming isn't she?"

"Yes, about seven-thirty," Joe said with a wiry grin. "Our lives have 
sure taken a sharp right turn haven't they. You're going off to be an 
escort for a powerful black man and I have a prostitute coming over for 
fun and games. Who would ever thunk it?"

"Not I, for sure," she said. "Do you think Amos will like my smooth 
pussy? I had all the hair removed by laser this morning."

"I don't care if he likes it or not," Joe said. "I do, and that's all 
that counts. But, he will. There is something very naughty about a bare 
cunt."
***

The fund-raiser was held in the Grand Hotel ballroom. Robin was happy to 
note that her gown didn't have to take second place to any there. Her 
only jewelry was a pair of diamond earrings, her wedding ring, and a 
gold necklace. Some of the women had on thousands of dollars in jewelry.

"Robin Daniels, is that you?" A voice said from behind her. She turned 
to see Joe's boss, Albert Collins making his way toward her. "Hi. I 
thought I recognized you. Is Joe with you?"

"No, Mister Collins," She answered allowing him to give her a kiss on 
her cheek. "I'm Amos Black's escort for the evening." She had been aware 
that it was possible that she would see someone she knew and she had 
decided to tell the truth. If someone wanted to make something of it, 
she couldn't stop them. "Joe is with a client this evening." That was 
also true because Joe and his company handled Toni's investments.

"Call me Al," Collins said. "I've asked you to a million times. Amos 
Black? I wasn't aware you were acquainted with him. We'd certainly like 
to help him with his investments. I've been after him for a couple of 
years. Maybe you could steer him in our direction." Robin kept her face 
impassive but inwardly she cringed. Al Collins was a money hungry shark, 
always on the prowl for more business.

"Ah, there you are," Amos Black said joining them. "I was looking for 
you Robin. Hello, Collins."

"Hello, Mister Black," Albert said, not quite bowing but close enough. 
"Robin's husband is one of our senior vice presidents. She and I go way 
back, don't we Robin? I didn't know you two knew one another," he added 
without giving Robin a chance to respond.

"Oh yes, Robin and I are old friends. I'm sorry to say I don't know her 
husband. Maybe I should get acquainted with him. Are you here alone, 
Collins?"

"Yes, my wife couldn't make it," Collins answered. Robin knew that the 
current Mrs. Collins was the forth Mrs. Collins and was little more than 
eye candy for Al.

"Pity," Amos said. "Maybe you'd like to join us later at my house for a 
small party? Robin is going to be the guest of honor. We're going to 
take turns fucking her until she can't stand up." Robin felt the heat of 
her blush in her face, but her discomfort was nothing compared with Al 
Collins. Al turned white and then bright red. He looked like he couldn't 
get a good breath of air.

"Why did you do that?" Robin hissed at her escort after Albert Collins 
left them. "My husband works for him. Joe could get fired, you moron!"

"Never happen," Amos said with a smug smile. "Collins is too concerned 
about getting my business to worry about the moral turpitude of his 
employees or their wives. In fact, I guarantee he'll will be at my house 
later. He has attended my little parties before. He gets his kicks 
watching us poor niggers fuck white women. Seeing you getting black 
fucked might be a real turn on for him."

"I'm not particularly interested in turning on Albert Collins," Robin 
snapped. She was still very upset with Amos for telling Al about her. 
Having Joe's boss know of her activities was unsettling.

The fund raiser affair wound down after ten o'clock. She meal had been 
eaten, champagne drunk, and money either collected or pledges received. 
Robin had drank enough wine to get over her tiff by the time the show 
was over.

"Now comes the fun part," Amos said escorting her to the waiting limo. 
"Toby has been waiting on some more of your pussy. Haven't you Toby?" 
The mute driver smiled and nodded his head several times while standing 
by the open door.

On the way to his house, Amos groped and fondled Robin and by they time 
they arrived she was sizzling hot and ready to be fucked. She didn't 
have to wait long. Amos had her stripped and onto the padded bench with 
his black cock in her within ten minutes of arriving. She was only dimly 
aware that there were other people in the room.

"Fuck that white slut, Amos," a voice close to Robin's ear said. "Cram 
that black cock in her cunt and make her squeal." Albert Collin's face 
came into her view. "By God, I've dreamed about seeing this snooty cunt 
getting fucked ever since I first met her."

Amos continued hammering away at her and she put Al Collins out of her 
mind and sank into the sensuous swamp. Amos was replaced by another 
man's cock and after that there was another cock in her. Some were large 
and some were smaller, but all were grand. Robin lost count of the times 
she orgasm.

She was allowed to shower after each of the eight or nine men had fucked 
her. She had no accurate count because not all of the men participated. 
Some, like Al Collins, were content to just watch. When she returned 
from showering they started again. During that round of debauchery she 
was taken in two and threes. She noticed that Albert Collins always 
seemed to be hovering close by as she was fucked. By that time she 
didn't care who was watching her.

Toby delivered her home just after three o'clock in the morning. She 
found Joe and Toni asleep in her bed. She didn't try to wake them, she 
found a spot on one side, crawled in, and went to sleep, her whole body 
tingling from the sexual activity she had endured.
***

The next day she told Joe about Albert Collins being at Amos's house and 
witnessing her being fucked by a group of black men.

"I'm sorry, Joe," she said. "I didn't have any idea that Amos would do 
something like that. I didn't have any time to stop him."

"Don't worry about it," Joe said. "It won't effect my position with the 
company. I've been around long enough to know where the bodies are 
buried. Besides they live in feat that I'll leave and take my portfolio 
with me. Did Albert participate?"

"No, He just watched and offered filthy advice. He's some sort of 
pervert. What do you call it? A voyeur? Are you sure he won't cause 
trouble for us?"

"He won't cause me any," Joe said confidently. "In fact it may work out 
to my advantage. I suspect that Al won't wait until Monday morning to 
tell me he saw you. I'll bet this day won't end before the palace games 
begin." In fact it was early afternoon when Albert Collins called Joe.

"Hey Joe," Collins said when Joe came on the line. I was at a 
fund-raiser last night and I saw Robin there."

"Yeah, Al, I know. She told me. Did you have a good time at Black's house?"

"I...er...well, Joe," Collins seemed at a lost for words. "Yes, I had a good 
time," he finally managed to say. "I didn't know if she would tell you 
we ran into each other or not."

"Robin and I don't have secrets from one another, Al," Joe replied 
mildly. "Maybe that's why I'm still married to wife number one and you 
are on four...or is it five? I sort of lost track."

"Amos Black mentioned that it might be possible that we could get some 
of his investment business," Albert said clearly flustered that he 
wasn't imparting any shocking news to Joe. "Maybe your wife could exert 
some influence. What do you think?"

"Maybe so," Joe replied. "He seems to like her, but I guess you noticed 
that. Of course if that happens she should be paid the finders fee, 
don't you think?"

"Certainly, Joe," Al gushed now that he was on familiar ground. "We 
always pay a liberal fee for referrals. I saw a couple others there that 
she might land. Your wife may be a goldmine."

"Oh, there's no doubt in my mind that she is a goldmine, Al. Even if she 
doesn't get a single account for the company. One thing we all have to 
remember is, we don't display our dirty laundry in public...do we Al?"

"Absolutely not!" Collins hurriedly agreed. "Discretion is our 
watchword. Oh yes, I wanted to invite you and your wife over for brunch 
tomorrow if you are available. Just a few close friends."

"I'll have to see what's on Robin's schedule," Joe said.

"My wife is off visiting her family," Al said. "I've invited Amos Black 
and of course his driver will be here. See if your wife isn't interested."

Joe hung up the phone laughing to himself. The games had begun and he 
was ready to play.
***

Sunday for the Daniels started with their early morning run. The 
complete course was just under five miles through a neighborhood park. 
The midway point was in the middle of the park where they usually 
stopped to rest and stretched for the final run home. Robin had led them 
on the first leg.

"Better save some of your energy, Robin," Joe kidded her. "You have a 
brunch to go to in a little while."

"I'm not sure about that," Robin said. "There's something sleazy about 
Al Collins. Maybe we should beg-off."

"Besides watching you and the black studs getting it on, what's sleazy 
about him?"

"I can't quite put my finger on it," she admitted. "Just a feeling. He's 
money hungry for one thing. I think he's up to something."

"Knowing he's money hungry makes it easy for us to know where he's 
coming from. It's a sure bet that money is the motive behind everything 
he does. No, Robin, I think he just wants to see you perform again. 
That's why he mentioned that the driver, Toby would be there."

"I still don't know, Joe. I like having sex with Toby and Amos, also. 
But doing it so Al Collins can get his rocks off seems...I don't know. 
Bizarre, maybe." She finished her stretching. "If you think we should go 
then so be it. Are you ready to race me home?"
***

"Welcome, welcome," Al Collins said opening the door for Robin and Joe. 
"Amos Black is running a few minutes late. He had to go to the airport 
to pick up some woman he called Lola. I don't know why. We know our 
Robin is more than enough woman for any group, don't we dear?" Robin 
ignored his question and they followed Collins through the house to the 
patio beside a large swimming pool. There was a huge buffet set up with 
all kinds of food.

"It's a bit early for swimming, but the pool is heated. You did bring 
your suits, didn't you?" Collins asked showing them onto the patio. 
Robin told Al that she was wearing her swim suit under her shorts and 
blouse. "Maybe we'll have time to discuss some business before Black 
arrives. "Joe, you need to put some pressure on him. Get a commitment 
from him today."

"I'll do that, Al," Joe said. "I'll tell him that if he doesn't give us 
his investment business I'll...what, Al? What can I use to put pressure on 
him?"

"Well, he seems smitten with Robin," Al said giving her a sly glance. 
"Withholding favors might do the trick."

"One problem with that, Al," Robin spoke up. "I don't work for you and 
my personal life is none of the company's business, is it?"

"Of course not, Robin," Al said. "It's a simple matter of lining your 
own nest. What's good for the company is good for Joe and of course good 
for you. Surely you can see that. One thing I'm planning on is taking a 
few pictures. I'll try to get some photos of Black and..."

"No!" Robin and Joe said almost at the same time.

"Don't even think about it," Robin warned. "I want no part of any 
blackmail scheme."

"God, Al," Joe said his disgust apparent. "That's low even for you. To 
even consider using my wife is something like that is despicable. That's 
appalling even for you. I think we'll be going now."

"No, wait," Al Collins said hastily. "It was just an idea. I hadn't 
realized that you two were so...straight laced. Forget it. There's the 
door bell. Sit down and I'll be right back."

"Lola is a professional name Liz uses," Robin whispered to her husband 
when Al was out of hearing. "Don't do or say anything that might blow 
her cover."

"Ah, there's my pretty Robin," Amos said coming out onto the patio. "he 
was followed by Liz/ Lola with Collins close behind her. Toby brought up 
the rear. "You must me Joe," he said holding out his hand to Joe.

Joe shook hands with the man studying him closely. This was a man who 
had fucked his wife and caused her to fuck other black men. Joe wondered 
what the attraction was to this person.

"Nice to finally meet you, Joe," Amos said. "I've heard a lot about you."

"Good to finally meet you too," Joe said. "I've also heard a lot about you."

"All good, I hope. May I introduce you to Lola? Lola these are the 
Daniels. Robin and Joe," Amos said It was almost comical how close Al 
Collins tried to get to Liz. Due to his small stature the top of his 
head came to her chin which worked out all right because he was starting 
at her giant breasts anyway which were almost at his eye level.

"Hi Joe and Robin," Liz said advancing on Robin. "You are even more 
beautiful than Amos said you were. Come on over here and let's get 
better acquainted." She steered An unresisting Robin to the far side of 
the patio to a cover porch swing.

"Fancy seeing you here," she said in a softer tone of voice to Robin. 
"You're shitting in the tall cotton these days, girl."

"I was about to say the same thing to you," Robin replied. "Are you in 
town working or for pleasure?"

"In my line of work, it's both," Liz said with a merry laugh. "What's 
this I hear about you? Did you really pull a train for Amos and his 
cronies?"

"I did indeed," Robin said laughing. I think there were eight or maybe 
nine. It was a blast."

"Next time Amos lines you up for something like that, ask for at least 
double what he's offering. He'll lowball you every chance he gets. For a 
gang fuck I'd ask for five grand and I'll wager you didn't get anywhere 
near that, did you?"

"No I was paid a thousand dollars, but I thought it was good money. 
Shoot, I would have done if for free."

"It does not take away any fun to make more money," Liz said. "It better 
in fact."

"They seem to be getting along fine," Amos said. He was sitting beside 
Joe on a glider. Al Collins had pulled a chair up close. Toby stood by 
the door and looked at the pool.

"Yeah, Robin never met a stranger," Joe commented. "She's a people 
person. So Amos, are you going to give us any of your investment 
business. Al is about to have a calf wondering about it."

"My kind of man," Amos said with a jovial laugh. "Yes sir, get the 
business out of the way first thing, huh, Joe?" He glanced at Al Collins 
who had turned white from the shock of hearing his vice president ask 
such an abrupt question. "Yes, I think I will toss some of it your way 
Joe. As long as you personally oversee my portfolio. I'll transfer a 
couple million over after the first of the week. Satisfied?"

"Very, and thank you," Joe said. "That will keep Al from any more 
scheming. Won't it Al?" Collins had gone from deathly white to bright 
red, but me only nodded.

"I'm hungry," Liz call. "When do we eat?" That gave Albert Collins the 
momentum he needed.

"Anytime you wish," He said jumping to his feet and becoming the host in 
fact. "Everything is ready so dig in."

The brunch went off nicely except when Al scowled at Toby. He apparently 
didn't like a hired hand eating with the high class eaters. Amos set him 
straight by mentioning that Toby was with him. He said it so there was 
no mistaking his meaning.

"So Lola," Al said "How is it you are associated with Amos?"

"I entertain some of his friends from time to time," Liz answered.

"Entertain? Oh you mean..."

"Yes sir, I fuck his friends," Liz said casually. "Are you a friend of his?"

"I certainly hope so," Al muttered, trying to tear his eyes from her 
ample chest. "Did you bring a swim suit, Lola?"

"No, not this trip. Are suits mandatory?" she asked.

"Ah, no, not at all," Al answered. "The pool is completely private...Okay 
then," he added when Liz stood and took off her dress in one move. She 
stood in front of Al and removed her bra and thong.

"Will this be all right, Al?" she asked posing for him. Al mutely nodded 
and gulped as he feasted his eyes on her magnificent chest. "Come on 
Robin. Join me for a dip in the pool."

Robin quickly stripped off her outerwear and paused giving each of the 
men a look. Then she removed her bikini and dove in the water beside 
Liz. The men gathered at pool side to watched the naked women frolic in 
the water. When watching got old, they too stripped and joined Liz and 
Robin in the water.

Al and Joe paired off with Liz while Toby and Amos took Robin. It didn't 
take long before the playing became serious. Al showed the others to a 
large bedroom on the main floor of his huge house. For the next couple 
of hours the four men screwed the two women in just about every possible 
combination. They also got to watch as Robin and Liz engaged in a hot 
sixty-nine. The afternoon was the ultimate in mixing business and pleasure.

"Lola, will you marry me?" Al Collins asked the voluminous woman. They 
were at the front door preparing to depart.

"Now Al, you know you are already married," she answered, patting his 
cheek. "Besides you couldn't afford the dowry."

"How much?" Al asked seriously.

"Two million," she responded. "Up front and in cash. You could buy a lot 
of pussy for that kind of loot." She bent and kissed him softly on the 
lips. "Thanks for inviting me, Al, call me sometime and I'll take some 
of your money."
***

"Is Liz coming to see us?" Joe asked Robin later that day.

"No, not this trip. She is working tonight for Amos and has to get back 
tomorrow, but she told me she was coming for a few days next week. Your 
boss was sure smitten by her big tits, wasn't he?"

"Yes he was. Hell, we all are. Al seemed to like your pussy, too."

"That wasn't the only hole he enjoyed," she said with a grin. "He wasn't 
too bad for a white boy."

"Maybe we should throw a brunch orgy sometime," Joe said with a laugh.

Robin said she thought it was a great idea.

The end of part two

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